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Can you please do one where y/n tells Harry that she’s bi, harry’s supportive but then she tells him that he’s the only one who knows bc she scared her parents would find out and do something bc they are very homophobic?? Plssss plss

I tried to make this as accurate as I could, but I am not a member of the LGBT+ community, so I’m really sorry if this isn’t an accurate portrayal!

bisexual

warnings: anxiety, coming out, mentions of homophobia

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You had to tell him. You knew you had to tell him. You just didn't know what to say. How do you even start a conversation like that? "Hey Harry, by the way, I like men- and women?" Maybe not like that. Or, actually, maybe just like that. Maybe it would be better to just say it fast? No beating around the bush. Just go for it. You knew he would be supportive. You knew he wouldn't look at you any differently. Still, you couldn't manage to shove your nerves down.

And it wasn't just Harry. There was also the matter of your family. Your very conservative family who definitely wouldn't accept this part of you. You could already hear their responses if you were ever to tell them. "Oh, Y/N, you're not bisexual. It's wrong, and we raised you better than this. What will our friends think? What will the church think?" You really didn't need to deal with that, not when you were having a hard enough time understand it on your own. You didn't need the added confusion and judgement and intolerance you knew your family would give you. Nonetheless, you didn't know how much longer you could keep this hidden from everyone. It felt like you were lying to the people you loved. You didn't care as much about your family not knowing; you knew they wouldn't be accepting anyways. But you hated that you were keeping this from Harry. So finally, you decided to get it over with. You felt the anxiety twisting in your stomach every time you saw him, wondering if now was the time. You knew it would only get worse the longer you kept it in, so you needed to get it off your chest, and soon. You were pulled out of your spiraling thoughts when the front door slammed open. You were on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, deep in thought and staring at the paused episode of Grey's Anatomy as you chewed on your bottom lip. You had stopped the episode almost an hour ago, because you couldn't focus on anything. You had decided that today was the day to tell Harry. It was the perfect time, you thought. Things had been really good between you lately. Harry wasn't too stressed at work, and neither were you. Anyways, what's that saying? There's no time like the present. "Hi baby!" Harry chirped, sauntering into the living room. He leaned over the back of the couch, putting his arms around your shoulders as he kissed your cheek. "Hi," you squirmed away from him, giggling as his hair tickled the side of your face when he moved closer to you. Harry took it upon himself to flip over the back of the couch, landing next to you (and partly on top of you) with a clumsy movement. It took a few moments of shuffling and laughing as he tried not to hit you with his lanky arms or legs, but he finally settled himself with his head in your lap. "How was your day?" He looked up at you with a lazy grin. "Good," you smiled down at him, threading your fingers through his messy hair. "How was yours?" "Also good," he closed his eyes at the soothing feeling of your fingers. "I got a lot done. Might have some new songs for you to hear soon." "Really?" You asked excitedly. You were one of the first people who got to hear the finished products, and it was such a special feeling for both of you. "Mhm," he nodded. "I think you're really going to like one of them." "I think I'm really going to like all of them," you corrected. "Right," he laughed. "That's what I meant." The two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence, your fingers still stroking through his hair as he breathed softly. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes to look up at you again. "You can start your show again if you want." Harry acted like he didn't care about the show, but you both knew he was into it. He got really involved and you definitely saw him crying during a few of the main character deaths. "Oh- that's ok, I wasn't really watching anyways." "No?" You shook your head, looking away from him when he sat up. He turned to face you, resituating so your legs were on his lap. "Why not?" "Just thinking," you said, looking down at your fingers. He followed your gaze, sighing softly when he saw you were picking at your cuticles, a telltale sign of anxiety for you. "About?" he questioned gently, using his hands to pull yours apart. He did this whenever he saw you picking at your skin, and it make your heart squeeze every time. "I kind of... I have to tell you something," you said, inhaling a shaky breath. "What's up?" He ducked his head down to meet your gaze. His features filled with concern when he saw how your eyes were filling up with

tears. "What is it? Did something happen?" You shook your head, wiping your sleeve over your eyes quickly. "No- well, not really." "Not really? Are you ok?" "I'm- it's not... bad," you tried to reassure him, but the terrified look on your face was probably not very convincing. You took another deep breath, trying to slow your heart which at this point was pounding out of your chest. You felt sick with nerves when you finally looked up at Harry. "You- you have to promise me something." "Of course, baby, anything," he said, clasping your hands in his. "Promise me you won't... you won't think less of me, o-or love me less." "Of course I won't love you less," he leaned closer, and the look on his face was heartbreaking. He looked almost as upset as you. "Please, just tell me what's wrong?" "It's just- I've been thinking, for a long time now," you began, looking down at your intertwined hands when his gaze got too intense. "And I think- I think I'm bisexual," you whispered. You could almost feel the tension melting away from his body. "That's what you were so scared to tell me?" He asked gently. You nodded, still avoiding his eyes. "Baby," he ducked his head to look at you. You lifted your own, finally meeting his gaze. "Why did you think I would love you less because of that?" You shrugged, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat as more tears filled your eyes and your vision blurred. "Come here," he said soothingly, pulling you into his arms. You didn't even try to hold your tears back anymore, instead just letting them flow out onto his shirt as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He held you close, rocking back and forth gently as you cried. His heartbeat was the most comforting thing you had heard in a long time. Once you finally calmed down a bit, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this," he spoke softly, not loosening his grip on you. "I'm sorry you were so scared to tell me. Did you think I would be upset or something?" "No," your voice shook slightly with the remnants of your crying. "Not really. But my parents will be, and everyone else in my family. They'll tell me I'm wrong, and that they're disappointed in me, and... they won't love me anymore," your voice trailed off as you thought through all the possibilities. "I'm sorry," he sighed. "That's awful." You nodded. "Which is why you can't tell anyone," you looked up. "You're the only one who knows, because they genuinely might disown me," you said, fear evident in your voice. "Of course I won't say anything," he soothed, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "It's not for me to tell." You nodded again, smiling slightly when he thumbed away a stray tear on your cheek. "Thank you for being so supportive." "Of course, lovie," he smiled. "You can always talk to me, okay? You can always tell me anything, because I will always love you."

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ashton like “you look super uncomfy with that guy at the bar hitting on u so i’ll pretend to be ur bf”?

She didn’t know how she ended up at a rowdy, noisy bar on a Friday night. All she wanted to do was stay in her cozy bed with her pets and watch her comfort show, then read a book. She loved her best friend to death and agreed to watch over her as she went on a first date with someone she had matched with on some random app.

Sighing, she took a sip of the overpriced flat soda that the bartender had given her and looked through her emails because she had nothing else to occupy herself with. Noticing a strange man pull up a barstool next to her, she took a glance at him then went back to looking at the screen in her hands.

“Hey, pretty girl, what’s your name?” The man asked her, turning himself to face her. She ignored him, pretending not to hear anything that he said.

“What’s wrong, you don’t wanna talk to me?” The stronger prodded, wanting to get an answer out of her.

“No, I don’t.” She huffed, clearly annoyed. She didn’t bother to look him in the eyes and give him her time.

“Why not pretty girl? You’re so too gorgeous to be sitting here all by yourself?” The man crept closer to her, reeking of cheap beer. She grimaced, too creeped out to move.

“That’s because she’s with me,” A bright voice laced with an accent chirped behind her. “So I would advise you to leave or get kicked out,” he threatened. The girl whipped her head back to meet a pair of shining green eyes illuminated by the yellow light from the bar. He nodded his head to assure her he meant no harm.

The man got up from the barstool without a word and sutured out.

“I’m Ashton, but you can call me Ash.” He smiled, reaching out his hand to shake the girl’s in a form of acquaintance.

“I’m Y/N,” she smiled, gesturing for him to sit beside her. “Thank you for doing that. I mean you didn’t have to.”

“I was just walking in to meet my friends but I heard what he was saying and saw how uncomfortable it made you,” Ashton explained as he took a sip of his drink and ran his hair through his brown curly locks. “I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend if you pretend to be my girlfriend.”

“Deal.”

(A/N): hope u liked it anon, anyways my masterlist is here

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing

A/N: for my 100 follower celebration (thank you so much), i opened up my fic requests! please just read my brief fic request guidelines before requesting!!! also thank god the ‘read more’ link is finally working for me. so sorry for people who had to scroll on the previous chapters (i am going to go back and fix them now)!!!

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Chapter 16

“I’m home!” Spencer called out.

Jo bolted down the stairs and leapt into his arms, “Daddy!”

“Hi, Princess! Did you have a good day?” he asked.

“Yes, I played kickball with Henry at recess today,” she informed him.

“I have a surprise for you,” Spencer smiled, bringing her over to the couch.

You walked out of the kitchen just as Spencer was pulling an envelope out of his bag.

“What’s this?” you asked.

“You’ll see,” he grinned.

Jo pulled three tickets out of the envelope, examining them.

“They’re for the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, Jo! They have a huge dinosaur exhibit and we can all go together this Friday,” Spencer explained.

“Thank you, Daddy!” she hugged him.

“You’re welcome, Princess. But I want to go too so this isn’t a completely selfless gift,” he chuckled.

Jo was waiting on the couch in full dino gear. She was so excited...and then your phone rang.

“Y/N, I can’t make it. I have a case and they really need me. I’m so sorry,” Spencer apologized.

You sighed, “Okay, I’ll tell Jo. Stay safe.”

You hung up the phone and sat down on the couch next to Jo, smoothing her hair back.

“Baby, I have some bad news. Daddy can’t come with us tonight,” you spoke softly.

“Why?” she whispered, tears forming in her lash line.

“He has to help other people who really need him,” you pulled her in for a hug, “But we will still go and have a great time and I’m sure Daddy will make this up to you when he gets home.”

“Okay,” Jo sniffled.

“You are such a brave little girl for letting Daddy help others instead of be with you. Now, let’s go see some dinosaurs.”

You didn’t know a bunch of cool facts off the top of your head like Spencer would so you mainly had to read from the plaques that were next to the exhibits.

Jo seemed to have fun regardless but you could tell she was a little down. You were walking to the car when she began to squirm.

“Need to pee,” Jo said.

Knowing she couldn’t hold it until home, you walked into some fancy restaurant hoping they would let you just quickly use the bathroom.

Luckily, they did but you stopped dead in your tracks when you were exiting the bathroom. Spencer was at a table with an attractive woman with a dark-haired bob. They were making some serious eye contact. This didn’t look like an urgent case at all, it looked like a date.

You scurried out of the restaurant before he could see you. Jo didn’t see him either which was a relief because you didn’t know how to tell her that her Daddy was a fucking asshole.

You rushed home, packing bags for you and Jo. You couldn’t be here when he got home. You wouldn’t let him interact with Jo after choosing some girl over her feelings.

“Where are we going?” Jo asked as you loaded the bags into the car.

“We are going to Grandma and Grandpa’s for a little while,” you said as you buckled her in.

“Is Daddy coming?”

“Um no. Daddy may be gone for a while,” you explained.

Once Jo was fast asleep in the car, you finally let yourself break, the tears drenching your cheeks. How could Spencer do this to you and Jo? Apparently you were not enough for him.

All of Spencer’s calls and texts were left unanswered. As he arrived home, the lights were off which was weird because you were usually still up by now.

He was still shaken up about the last thing Cat said to him.

“In twenty years, I’ll remember your name but you won’t remember mine.”

All he wanted to do was hug his girls and memorize every single thing about them so he could never ever forget them.

As he walked up the steps, a note was taped to the front door.

Pack your shit and leave. I never want to see you again. Stay away from me and especially Jo.

Spencer pulled out his phone so fast and called you. Voicemail, shit.

“Baby, I’m so sorry I missed the museum but I was already brainstorming ways to make it up to you both. Please come home,” he pleaded.

Spencer dragged himself upstairs, opting to sleep in your bed instead of his. He was so exhausted, he would be useless trying to find you right now.

When Spencer awoke the next morning, the house was still just as empty as it was last night. He sighed, calling Penelope.

“Garcia, could you please track Y/N’s phone? I’ll send you her number,” he asked.

“Do you have a reason?” she countered, “I can’t just go looking up everyone’s location. I mean I could but I need to be able to justify it to the director if they go through my computer.”

“She left a note but she isn’t responding to my calls or texts. I just need to make sure she’s okay.”

“She’s in Fair Haven, New York.”

“That’s over a seven hour drive. She must have driven all night,” Spencer exclaimed.

“So she’s okay?” Penelope asked.

“Yes, thank you, Garcia. Her parents live there.”

Spencer quickly brushed his teeth, repacked his go bag, and set off on his drive.

You were all having dinner at the table when there was an urgent knock at the door followed by the doorbell ringing. Your father got up from the table and looked into the entryway.

“He’s here,” he said.

You sighed, walking up to the front door and closing the curtain right in Spencer’s face.

You had put Jo to bed and were now peeking out of your old bedroom’s window on the second floor.

“He’s still here?” your mom asked.

Spencer had seated himself on the bench on your front porch and had not left since then.

“Maybe you should talk to him, sweetie. He’s gonna freeze to death out there.”

“Mom, he went on a date with another woman when he was supposed to be taking our daughter to the museum and lied about it to me. I really don’t care,” you said.

“Well, you could at least tell him to leave if you don’t want to talk to him because it seems like he is waiting to say something.”

You sighed, grabbing a quilt from the end of your bed and stomping down the stairs.

“Here,” you opened the door and threw the quilt and a few granola bars at him, trying to close the door quickly again.

“Y/N, please wait!”

The door was already shut. That was as nice as you were willing to be at the moment. No one was forcing him to stay, he could leave at any time. But you weren’t up for hearing whatever he had to say right now.

To Spencer’s credit, he did sleep out there all night, not even going back to the warmth of his car.

Jo really wanted to go to the park this morning which means you were going to have to walk past Spencer.

After zipping up her coat, you said, “Jo, we are going to play a game where we don’t talk to Daddy, okay?”

“Why?” she asked curiously.

“Just because,” you sighed.

You lifted her up and opened the door. Spencer looked up, immediately standing up. You tightened your grip around Jo.

“Y/N, can you talk to me please? I don’t understand. You didn’t seem too mad about the case when I called you. I get it was awful timing but-” he rambled as he followed you to the car.

After finishing buckling Jo, you shut the car door. She didn’t need to hear what you were about to say.

“If you want a family so fucking bad, go fuck your side chick and stop trying to weasel your way into ours. I can’t believe you chose getting laid over going to the museum with your own daughter. I had to comfort her crying when I told her you weren’t coming and I said you were helping people but you were only helping yourself. Honestly did you just pretend to like me again so you could get to see your daughter to prove you’re better than your father? Cause from where I stand, Spencer, you’re no better,” you hit him right where you knew it would hurt.

“Y/N, what?” he looked heartbroken but you couldn’t trust anything about him anymore.

You got into the car and reversed out of the driveway, wiping the tears from your face.

“You lost,” Jo said.

“What?” you asked.

“You talked to Daddy.”

“Yeah, baby. I did lose.”

You got home late. You had purposely stayed out most of the day to avoid Spencer who was no doubt still camped out on your parent’s front porch.

As soon as you arrived home, he was already walking over to you.

You put your pointer finger up to silence him, “Let me tuck Jo in and then I’ll come down.”

Spencer was sitting on the bench when you returned. You stood by the door with your arms wrapped around you as if to protect yourself.

“I wasn’t on a date,” Spencer whispered.

“I saw, Spencer.”

“Well, I kinda was but it was an undercover mission for a case. I like you, Y/N. Actually, I love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you...”

“How do I know this isn’t another lie?” you whispered.

Spencer pulled his phone out of his pocket, “I had Garcia forward me Cat Adams’ case file and the security footage from that night. You can see Rossi, JJ, Morgan, and Tara all there but they were dressed up undercover too which is why you didn’t notice them there.”

“I’m sorry,” you spoke softly after reviewing the footage and seeing the mugshots of the woman, “I just assumed and my anger got the best of me. What I said to you about your father was especially cruel and untrue.”

“You had every right to be upset, I know it looked bad. I will try to clarify upcoming cases when I can but sometimes the details are confidential.”

“I promise to listen to your side of the story first next time before making you sleep on a bench outside,” you softly giggled, “and...I love you too. I don’t think I stopped either.”

“Can I kiss you?” he smiled, standing up and slowly approaching you.

“Yes you may, Spence,” you smiled as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

#accidently put this on my main #oops #this is why is shouldn't rebloging stuff when I'm half asleep

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Rebuilding Family

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: allusions to sex

A/N: okay i realized a little too late that kindergarten is a little young for a science fair but please just go with it cause i don’t feel like rewriting the chapter

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Chapter 19

“Well, let’s ask Jo what she wants to do,” you stated.

Jo had the school’s science fair coming up and you as a biology professor and Spencer who held a doctorate in chemistry were certainly butting heads when it came to suggesting ideas for her. You suggested testing which is the best amount of water and sunlight to have a plant grow. Spencer suggested doing the classic volcano experiment but with different chemicals.

“Do you have any ideas, Princess?” Spencer turned around in the passenger seat of the car to face Jo.

“Germs!” She exclaimed.

“What about them, Baby J?” you asked.

“I wanna see how many there are in different places,” she stated.

“Oh she’s your kid, alright Spence,” you laughed, “I can take some empty petri dishes and swabs home from my lab so she can test any place she wants.”

“Jo is going to be absolutely disgusted at the results,” Spencer muttered under his breath.

You giggled.

Jo chose to swab a variety of places including a public bathroom soap dispenser, your phone screen, the kitchen light switch, and her classroom’s door knob.

Spencer got a little queasy every time he looked at the petri dishes with growing bacteria. He knew germs were everywhere but he didn’t like being reminded of it. He seemed to be washing his hands more than usual lately.

Despite coming off strong in the beginning when suggesting ideas, you and Spencer realized it would be no fun if you did Jo’s project for her so you only helped when she asked for it. She made the poster board to present her project all by herself.

But then of course, two nights before the science fair, Spencer’s phone buzzed in the middle of the night. You heard Spencer answer it with a few mumbled ‘yes’s before hanging up.

Spencer’s arms tightened around you as he kissed your forehead.

“I’ve got to go to Kansas,” he sighed.

“Okay, let me know any updates. Love you,” you mumbled into his chest.

Spencer reluctantly released you from his hold so he could get up and get changed.

Once he was ready, he planted one final kiss on your forehead and whispered, “Bye. Love you too.”

You heard Jo’s door open down the hall a minute later. Spencer probably went in to give her a goodbye kiss too even though she was still asleep.

It was the morning of the science fair. Jo’s poster board was sitting by the door as you were eating breakfast at the kitchen table.

“So I’ll be there right at 1, okay?” you reminded her.

“What about Daddy?” she quietly asked, looking down into her bowl of cereal.

“I don’t think he’s going to make it, baby, but he’s really sorry,” you brushed her hair back with your fingers, “And Mommy is going to be there to take a ton of photos to send to Daddy.”

Spencer’s phone buzzed in his pocket just after they had finished delivering the profile. He opened it to see a picture from you of Jo standing in front of her poster board holding a 1st place ribbon.

“I need a minute” is all he said before rushing outside and taking a seat on a bench.

“Spence?” JJ came out looking for him a few minutes later.

He was still staring at the photo on his phone when she sat down next to him.

“Jo got 1st place,” he spoke softly with watery eyes.

“You must be very proud,” she smiled.

“Yeah, I am. But I wasn’t even there to support her,” he choked out.

“I wasn’t able to be there for Henry either but he understands and so will Jo,” JJ tried to reassure him.

“But JJ, you were there for the first six years of Henry’s life. Henry already knows you’re there for him. I’ve known Jo for less than a year and I’ve already missed more events than I can count,” he sniffled.

JJ rubbed his back to soothe him, not knowing what words would help.

“I’m going to call them and then I’ll be in,” Spencer put the phone up to his ear.

JJ nodded and stood, heading back inside.

“Hey, guys! Congratulations, Princess! I am so so incredibly proud of you…”

Spencer returned late the next night, sneaking into bed next to you.

“Hi, you’re back,” you turned to face him, snuggling into his chest.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you...but I think I need to start seriously considering leaving the BAU,” he spoke softly.

Now you were fully awake. You sat up in bed, turning the bedside lamp on.

“Where’s this coming from?” you asked.

“I don’t want to keep missing stuff. It hurts me and I know it hurts you and Jo too,” Spencer whispered.

“Yes, it does hurt but we understand. You are out doing an insurmountable amount of good in the world. This is your dream job. Are you sure you want to quit?” you asked.

“I’ve already scheduled a meeting with Hotch at the end of the week but I just wanted to discuss with you first.”

“Well, if you wanted, you wouldn’t have to find a new job right away. I make enough at my job to keep us afloat for a while,” you stated.

“I have enough savings in the bank too,” Spencer said.

“So you’re ready to leave the private jet behind to be a stay-at-home dad?” you teased.

“Yeah, I really think I am,” Spencer answered honestly, “I won’t miss anything again and I won’t ever have to cancel on picking Jo up from school…and I can tend to all my girlfriend’s needs,” he started kissing down your neck all the way to your belly.

He parted your legs and started softly nipping at your inner thighs, “...make sure you are fully satisfied.”

You slipped out of bed while Spencer was still sleeping and snuck into Jo’s room.

“Jo, baby, Daddy’s home,” you whispered in her ear, gently nudging her awake.

“He is?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.

“Yes and he was so upset about having to miss your presentation so you’re going to redo it for him at breakfast this morning. Get dressed and grab your flash cards please,” you gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before grabbing the poster board from her closet and putting it on display on the kitchen table.

You popped some Eggo waffles in the toaster and started brewing the coffee. Jo hopped down the stairs, excitedly reviewing her flashcards.

About 10 minutes later, you heard rustling from upstairs and a sleepy Spencer emerged from the staircase.

“What’s this?” he smiled.

“A reenactment of Wesley Elementary School’s 1st Prize Science Fair presentation,” you grinned.

Spencer quickly walked over to the table, taking the seat next to you as you slid him a mug of coffee and a plate of waffles. As Jo began her presentation, you leaned your head up against Spencer’s shoulder and he turned slightly to kiss the top of your head before moving his attention back to Jo.

A/N: stay-at-home dad spence for upcoming chapters got me like 🥰🤩☺️🥺🥳

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Rebuilding Family

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

A/N: hi!! i know i have been pretty consistent about updating this fic every other day but i’m starting a new job in addition to school so the updates may be a little bit slower. my apologies!!

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Chapter 18

Emily was the first to clock it. She whispered to Derek who told Penelope and then it was game over. Everyone knew about the mysterious ring that appeared on Spencer’s finger over Christmas break.

Spencer was in the break room, refilling his coffee mug, when they began to discuss theories.

“You think they got engaged and married in the week we didn’t see him?” Rossi asked.

“If they did, I’m going to kill him for not telling us let alone be there,” Penelope huffed, stomping her high heel.

“But the ring isn’t on his ring finger,” JJ pointed out.

“Maybe the kid doesn’t know,” Derek offered.

“You think a genius doesn’t know which finger a wedding ring goes on?” Hotch asked, amused.

It was clear it was big news because even Hotch and Rossi had come out of their offices when Reid got up from his chair.

Spencer walked back into the bullpen, stopping when he noticed everyone’s eyes on him.

“Do we have a case?” Spencer asked.

“What’s with the ring on your finger, Boy Wonder?” Penelope questioned.

“Oh um that,” Spencer looked down at his hand wrapped around his mug, “Y/N and I have matching ones.”

He thought that cleared everything up so he continued to walk over to his desk. Once he was seated, he looked up to see everyone still staring at him.

“Did you elope?” Emily asked.

“No. This is on my index finger, not my ring finger,” he held up his hand, “The wedding ring is traditionally placed on the ring finger because it was believed that the finger had a vein that connected directly to the heart but that’s actually untrue.”

“So why the rings?” Rossi chimed in.

“I don’t know. I just really love her and I wanted to have something connecting us whenever we’re apart,” Spencer shrugged.

He blushed at the sounds of the team ‘awww’ing and ‘ooh’ing.

“Also I guess since everyone needs to know everything about my personal life, Hotch already knows but I’ll be out next week. Jo, Y/N, and I are going to Disneyworld,” Spencer smiled.

“Oh Henry loved it when we went but you’re going to be dead on your feet at the end of each day,” JJ said.

Jo was most excited for Animal Kingdom so that was the park you were starting off with.

You all waited in line for the safari ride. Spencer was adamant about all the germs festering at amusement parks so he had a backpack full of hand sanitizer, disinfecting wipes, and other essentials. He was carrying Jo on his shoulders and holding your hand.

Once you loaded into the safari vehicle, the tour guide introduced himself and the ride began.

Jo looked at the huge elephants grazing in amazement.

“Elephants live in groups called herds made up of only females. The matriarch is the oldest female in the herd and she is usually in charge,” Spencer whispered to you both.

The tour guide was spewing off facts about the animals as well but I think it was safe to say you and Jo preferred your own personal genius.

Zebras were drinking from the watering hole as you passed by.

“A group of zebras is called a dazzle and their stripes act as a way to cool themselves as well as avoid bug bites,” Spencer stated.

Next was the Expedition Everest roller coaster. Jo barely made the height requirement, cheering when the ride operator gave her the all clear after bringing out the measuring stick.

Immediately after finishing the ride, Jo demanded you ride it again. She was definitely a thrill seeker, alright.

After you took a lunch break of chicken tenders and fries, Spencer insisted everyone wash their hands twice and reapply sunscreen. It was nice to have someone even more responsible than you.

Then, you caught the Lion King Festival stage show to take a break from walking for a bit. It seemed fitting since one of your first memories as a family is singing along to that movie.

Jo seemed to be enjoying it but you and Spencer were trying your best to not doze off. The show was interesting enough, there were animatronics of the characters and acrobats and dancers but you and Spencer were both just so tired after running around to keep up with Jo all day.

Jo tapped Spencer awake after the show ended and the audience was clearing out.

“Daddy, dinosaurs!” she reminded him.

Your final ride of the day would be the dinosaur ride where it simulates traveling back in time.

The three of you got buckled up in the front row of the ride. It started out peaceful and Jo was watching the animatronic dinosaurs in awe.

However, things quickly went south. The ride was designed to seem like it was going out of control. The flashing lights, fake smoke, and hissing big dinosaurs soon began to overwhelm Jo. She curled up in a ball in between you both.

You were bent over, whispering reassurances into her ear that it was all just pretend and she would be okay. Spencer was stroking her hair and holding her hand.

Jo exited the ride with her face in Spencer’s shoulder.

“Jo, did you know that stegosauruses were herbivores? That means they only eat plants. In fact, the majority of dinosaurs were herbivores,” he softly spoke.

You really hoped this ride hadn’t squashed her love of dinosaurs. Maybe she just prefers to admire them from afar.

On the last day of your vacation, you were standing in front of the Disney Cinderella Castle at the Magic Kingdom Park. Jo seemed to have recovered from the dinosaur incident and was sporting her dinosaur converse today.

The fireworks you were waiting for soon began. It was the perfect way to end your last night.

“Woah,” you exclaimed after a particularly pretty firework burst into red streams in the air before fizzling out.

Jo was on your hip and Spencer was behind you with his arms wrapped around you both.

“I love you,” you looked to the side where he was leaning his head against your shoulder.

His side profile and perfect jawline were being illuminated by the colorful flashes of light in the sky.

“I love you too,” he turned to meet your eyes with a grin, kissing you.

The whole team was gathered around Penelope’s computer, looking at the email that Spencer had sent out to the entire team.

Subject: Having Fun

We are headed back tonight. JJ was right about being dead on your feet. I have to get my two sleepy girls to the airport somehow. Hope all is well with you guys.

-Spencer Reid

Attachment: 3 Images

The images consisted of a photo of the three of you in front of the Disney Cinderella Castle, Jo high-fiving a person dressed up in a Mickey Mouse costume, and a picture of Jo and you cuddled up on the bed of your hotel room.

“I didn’t even know Reid knew how to attach photos to emails,” Penelope stated out loud.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Reid willingly send an email,” Emily smiled.

In typical Penelope fashion, she printed the photos Spencer had sent and put them into a collage frame and displayed it prominently on his desk for him to find upon his return.

Spencer’s desk had changed drastically over the past few months. A once well-organized desk lacking a personality other than the piles of books now had a random assortment of photos, Jo’s drawings, and sticky notes marking up his calendar for important family events.

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Rebuilding Family

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: allusions to sex, heavy making out and touching (i think that should cover it), swears

A/N: now back to your regularly scheduled fluff...

Masterlist

Chapter 17

“Alright, bye. Love you,” you laughed, hanging up the phone.

“Jo, Daddy already found a way to make it up to you for missing the museum,” you smiled.

“What?” she asked excitedly.

“Ah that would ruin the surprise. Wouldn’t it?” you grinned, “But we are leaving now.”

Jo slid her snow boots and jacket on as you sneakily packed her hat, mittens, and snow pants. You also grabbed snow stuff for Spencer because converse and a sweater vest would not keep him warm in 29 degree weather with 7 inches of snow on the ground.

Jo skipped out of the elevator, not even waiting for you to go to Spencer’s desk.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed like usual.

“Hi, Princess!” he lifted her up into his lap, “Are you excited?”

Jo nodded enthusiastically.

“Good because I got permission to go sledding on the HUGE hill right outside,” he smiled.

“But I don’t have a sled,” Jo frowned.

“I bought you one,” he grinned.

After Spencer had finished suiting Jo up in her snow gear, you slid a purple hat with a big white pom-pom on top over his head, a few of his messy curls still poking out.

“Can’t have you getting cold either, my dear,” you gave him a quick peck on the nose as he scrunched his face up in a smile.

“Oh chocolate thunder, get my coat please. We are going outside to watch this cuteness!” Penelope exclaimed.

“Of course, baby girl,” he replied, standing up from his desk.

You all piled into the elevator and headed outside. Jo stared down at the big hill in front of them. It seemed awfully scary to a little girl.

You grabbed her mitten-covered hand.

“How about I go down with you the first time and Daddy pushes us?” you suggested.

Jo nodded as you both climbed into the sled.

“Okay, ready? 1...2...3!” Spencer gently pushed you both down the hill.

Spencer was relieved when he heard the joyful giggles of Jo followed shortly by your laughter.

Jo ran back up the hill with you towing the sled behind her.

“Daddy! You go with me now!” she said.

You both took turns going down the hill with Jo even Auntie Penelope and Uncle Derek had their turns. Jo was even brave enough to go down by herself if Spencer waited at the bottom for her.

Much to everyone’s chagrin, you had to go home when it started to get dark and Jo’s cheeks were bright red from the cold.

You, Spencer, and Jo were driving over an hour out of the city to get a freshly cut Christmas tree from a tree farm.

Spencer packed you all thermoses with hot chocolate and mini marshmallows. His excitement may have actually exceeded Jo’s. He told you he never got to get a real Christmas tree when he was younger because the trees shipped to the middle of the hot Las Vegas desert wilted quickly. And, he had no room for a big tree in his old apartment.

It was cute seeing the both of them all bundled up in their matching purple scarves and big winter coats. Spencer brought the sled so he could pull Jo along since there was about a foot of snow on the ground that would make it very hard for her to walk.

Spencer had taken the exact measurements of the corner of the living room so the tree would fit perfectly.

“What about that one?” you asked, pointing to a tree farther back in the field.

“Let’s go check it out,” Spencer pulled a measuring tape from his pocket.

“Always prepared, Dr. Reid,” you laughed.

“They didn't give me a PhD in engineering for nothing,” he grinned.

“This is about the right size. What do you think, Princess? Is this a good tree for Santa to put presents under?” he asked.

Jo gave an approving nod after inspecting the tree.

“Alright, then it’s settled. Hand me the saw, love,” Spencer said.

“Please be careful,” you reminded him, slowly handing him the saw that the farm employees gave to you.

After multiple breaks and some encouragement from you and Jo, Spencer was finally able to saw through the tree’s stump completely.

He dragged it to the car as you pulled Jo in the sled. You both tied it to the top of the car using bungee cords.

Once you were home, you set the tree in its stand and gave it plenty of water. Spencer got the box of ornaments down from the attic.

You put Christmas music on and the three of you spent the rest of the day decorating the tree, baking cookies, and watching Home Alone.

Spencer had insisted on putting on a Santa suit in case Jo came down when you were putting the presents out.

Knowing this information, you decided to tease him by purchasing a tight elf dress that stopped right under your butt.

You smirked, looking at yourself one more time in the mirror before heading downstairs where Spencer was waiting.

Spencer ceased his movements as he saw you slowly descend down the stairs. He was practically drooling.

“What’s wrong? Have I been a naughty girl?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Yes, baby, you have,” he whispered in your ear, roughly planting kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

Spencer cupped your ass with his hands.

You tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and he let out a moan that vibrated against your skin.

“Shhhh, we can’t wake Jo up,” you reminded him.

He started to guide you over to the couch but you put your hand on his chest to stop him.

“We’ve got to put the presents under the tree first, babe.”

You broke from his grasp and Spencer let out a soft whine.

Deciding you weren’t done having your fun just yet, you picked up a present from the box where you had hidden them and slowly bent over to place it under the tree.

You felt a light smack against your ass that made you stand up quickly because you certainly hadn’t been expecting that.

You turned around to see Spencer with the biggest grin on his face and a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, “Cause I have no problem with doing that again and again and again.”

Jo woke you both up by jumping on the bed.

“Santa came! Santa came! Santa came!”

“He sure did, baby,” you giggled, looking at Spencer.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go open some presents!” Spencer got out from underneath the covers, dressed in his flannel PJs.

Jo ran down the stairs with you and Spencer right behind.

“No opening any gifts until Mommy gets her camera!” you shouted out from the kitchen as Jo took her seat on the floor right in front of the tree.

You grabbed your camera, the box of donuts you got yesterday, and coffee for you and Spencer.

“Thanks, love,” Spencer gave you a quick kiss, accepting the mug and picking up a chocolate frosted donut with sprinkles as you joined him on the couch.

Jo opened up all of her presents from you and Spencer that consisted of a model plane that she could build herself with instructions, a set of washable watercolor paints, and of course more dinosaur memorabilia.

“Daddy’s turn!” you jumped up from the couch and grabbed a manila folder that had a huge bow on it under the tree.

Spencer looked at you curiously, opening the envelope and revealing a packet of forms that were half filled out.

“It’s the forms needed to update Jo’s birth certificate. Once you fill out your section, I can take it to city hall and your name will officially be added as the father on Jo’s birth certificate,” you smiled.

Spencer nodded softly, staring down at the document in awe.

“I love you so much,” he finally said, pulling you in for a hug.

“And I love you so much too,” he grabbed Jo to join the hug.

“We love you too,” you replied.

Spencer wiped the happy tears from his eyes.

“Okay,” he chuckled, “First, I have a gift for Jo and Mommy and then Mommy gets her gift.”

Spencer pulled out a bag from the back of the tree and handed it to Jo who was sitting in your lap.

Two sets of headbands with a pair of black round circles and a red bow were inside the bag. You both looked at Spencer for further explanation.

“We are going to Disneyworld,” he smiled.

Jo screamed in excitement, running over to hug Spencer’s legs. You laughed, putting the Minnie ears on you and Jo’s heads.

“Spence, that is so generous and thoughtful of you but how much did that cost,” you asked.

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, my dear. I had to make up for all the past Christmases and birthdays,” he kissed you before picking up the last item under the tree and handing it to you.

You opened the box to see two identical silver bands inside, one slightly bigger than the other. You looked up at Spencer skeptically.

“Not the ring yet. Just a ring…for each of us,” he picked up the smaller ring and slipped it onto your index finger, kissing your hand.

“I love it and I love you,” you smiled, looking at your hand and then taking the other ring and slipping it onto his index finger.

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Stargazing

Summary: stargazing with calum

Warning: none just fluff

Word Count: 744 words

You had been known to love the stars. The stars and the sky always captivated you, no matter where you guys went, you had to look up and see the stars.

Calum had been staying up a lot lately because the evening was the only time he actually had a chance to just, be.

So one night, you had gone outside to let Duke out so he could relieve himself and caught yourself looking up at the sky. Living in Los Angeles has its perks but you can’t always see the stars at night so you were shocked to find that the stars were shining bright above you.

You had gotten lost just standing there, that you had forgotten about Duke; that was until he came up to your leg and stared licking it, to signify he was there.

You took Duke back inside and went to the living room where Calum had been watching The Office as background noise while he was on his phone.

“I think we should go stargazing,” you spoke.

Calum looks up at you, a little confused about the randomness of the statement but nonetheless interested, “Sure I’ll find out the best places in LA and we can go one day.”

You shook your head, “No i mean like right now.”

“What’s going on in that pretty little heard of yours, babe?” Calum asked curiously.

“Let’s grab a blanket, some snacks, and head outside. You can practically see the stars in the backyard,” You replied sheepishly.

Calum smiles at you and beams, “Let’s fucking do it!”

So immediately you run to the closet and grab the spare blankets and Calum headed over to the kitchen to grab some snacks, agreeing to meet in the backyard.

“Okay I got fruit snacks, pretzels, oreos and teddy grahams,” Calum presented to you while heading over to you, as you finished setting up the blanket.

You giggled at him and laid down on the blanket. Shortly after Calum lies down next to you and leans over to you, looking straight into your eyes.

You can’t help but blush, every time he looks at you it’s as if you are the only person in the world and it makes your heart melt; hoping that with every look he knows how much he means to you.

“God I love you so much,” Calum whispers softly while keeping eye contact with you. “I love you too Cal, so fucking much,” you responded unable to tear your eyes away from his soft brown ones. Calum leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

Eventually the two of you leave the comfortable silence that fell over you and turn your attention to the sky. Each of you pointing out different stars that caught your attentions, sharing snacks with each other, occasionally feeding each other and treasuring those stolen moments. You could’ve stayed there with him for the rest of your life like this. The two of you talked about anything and everything, in what left like forever. You both lived for moments like these, being completely disconnected from everyone else but each other.

“You know I think that the universe is always listening to us and what we want,” you told him. Calum quips, “Oh really?”

“Yes really,” you projected back to him, “I think that if we ask the universe for what we truly want and show it how much we want whatever it is, then it will grant it to us.”

“So to the universe,” Calum started, “I never want to leave my girl’s side ever, that is what I truly want.” You had to hold back your tears as he declared that to you, while keeping intense eye contact.

“So to the universe,” you continued, “I never want Calum to leave my side ever, that is what I truly want.” As soon as you finished, you were met with Calum’s plump lips crashing onto yours.

The two of you were too lost in each other that you had forgotten everything that was around you. That was until you heard Duke’s soft bark from inside, scratching at the door to be outside with his parents. You two couldn’t help but chuckle at the adorable dog and decided to call it a night.

As you were heading in, you heard Calum‘s voice from the kitchen, “You know this is probably the cutest idea you have had my love.” You couldn’t help but smile to yourself.

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If you are accepting requests I was wondering if you could write something about the reader being Harry’s girlfriend and she really wants to say something in response to Candace Owens comments about Harry on the cover of Vogue. Maybe make it like really sweet or have angst in the beginning. Idk I just think it could be really cute.

BRING BACK MAINLY MEN

IT TOOK ME YEARS TO DO THIS THING I'M SO SORRY.

HARRY'S MASTERLIST

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You and Harry were cuddled on the couch when the news reached you.

Just a day ago, the photoshoot for Vogue was out, and you couldn't be more proud of all that he had accomplished. Harry took your compliments blushing and shy, without leaving you for a second as if he were a little puppy, he was so happy to see how proud you were, leaving kisses all over your face and telling you how much he loved you.

He was all giggles and bright green orbs, until his phone vibrated on the coffee table, lighting up and revealing a message from his sister.

Harry raised his head from your chest and reached out to grasp the device, unlocking it.

'Have you seen the tweet?'

Your boyfriend frowned and you complained when he pulled away from you completely, sitting up straight on the expensive couch with his phone in hand.

He doesn't respond to his sister and just opens that app he's trying to stay away from, looking for trends to see what they're talking about.

"CANDACE OWENS" it's trending, so he clicks on her name and reads the first tweet.

Harry is silent, reading everything that woman has to say, and when he finishes, he locks the phone and rests it on his stomach, pretending to continue watching television.

For the first time in his life, that episode of Friends no longer seemed interesting to him.

You sigh, accommodating yourself next to him and wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Harry" you say, and he just makes a noise saying he hears you, his eyes still on the screen and his body stiff. "What's wrong?"

He grabs his phone that seems to burn him, and passes it to you.

You easily unlock it with your fingerprint, and read the tweet that was open. When you're done, anger runs through your body like coffee on a cold morning.

"What a fucking stupid bitch." You say, and for the first time, Harry looks at you. "Oh, lovie."

Tears run down his cheeks, and his precious green eyes are red and crystalline. You want to go seriously talk to that Candace Owens, but you also want to hug and protect the love of your life from the outside world.

"I'm- I'm sorry." He says, wiping his nose with his hoodie. "I shouldn't be crying because I've lived half my life with people hating me, but... Y/N, I just really, really wanted to wear that dress."

Your eyes fill with tears, but you try to stay strong and hold them back, for him. You approach and hug him, letting him rest his head on your chest, and caress his already quite long curls.

"She's just hurt because her husband cheated on her with a man." you say, and you hear him laugh against your neck, the sound sending electrical currents throughout your body. "H, look at me."

"I don't want to, I'm all teary." He answers, and you sigh falling in love once more with all of his little things.

"Harry, do you know how many people love to see you in that dress?" you ask to the air, knowing that he'll not answer. "Do you know how many people love to see you happy, using what you like and not what they force you to?"

The silence remains, but you can feel the hot tears continue to wet your clothes, and him sniffing to prevent his snot from staining you as well.

You don't care though, he could stain all your clothes and you would still love him.

"Please, honey. You have to understand that what that woman said doesn't compare with all the precious words that you have received." you keep stroking his hair. "You have to understand what that meant to you, and to me."

For the first time, Harry lifts his head from your chest, and the sight in front of you destroys you.

You've seen him countless times like this or worse, but every time you do it, it seems like a little piece of your heart is ripped out and stepped on.

"How?" He asks, his voice raspy from crying.

"Seeing you in a dress after you've confessed to me that it was what you wanted made me happier than anything." You keep talking. "I'm not happy if you aren't, Harry. And when I saw you come out of the dressing room, carrying your big dress across the lawn, that's when I knew that if it makes you happy, your fans and I are too."

You caress his bearded cheek and he lets out more tears that wet your fingers.

"I love you." He murmurs, and leans over to place a chaste kiss on your lips. "I love you more than anything." He puts an arm around your waist, and squeezes you against his body. "You're so good to me, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you."

"I don't know either." You smile sincerely, leaving a kiss on his forehead. "Why do you keep crying?"

"They're happy tears, angel." He smiles in embarrassment, and you wipe off the drops with your thumb. "Fuck Candace Owens."

"Yeah, fuck her." You laugh with him. "Plus you looked very hot in that dress, you should wear it at home."

"Yup, i definitely love you."

Hours later, Harry is asleep next to you, and you, with your phone in hand, decide to give something to talk about. You look for a photo that you took of him with the dress, smiling like a child at christmas and you write sincere words from the bottom of your heart.

"do what makes you happy, use what makes you happy, but never waste your life insulting others. always treat people with kindness as a person we all know taught us <3."

You post the photo and turn to see him, he's so relaxed next to you despite the uncomfortable position on the sofa that it doesn't seem that today he cried, but he did and in your arms.

And you want to be there whenever it happens again.

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hey bestie! can i request a niall fluff where him and the reader are settling into their new house after their wedding, thank you mwa ❤️

Bestie!! This is so cute, I’m sorry it’s so short but I hope you like it and maybe I’ll expand on it more soon!! 🥺💗

Settling In.

Warnings: none? (If not please let me know and I’ll add It no question)

Word count: 846 (I know it’s short, I’m sorry!!)

I hope you enjoy!! Happy reading!! <33

-G

It was weird. You didn’t know how to explain it, you had lived with Niall for almost two years before you got married. So being in a house that you both own and you’re gonna be living in for, most likely, the rest of your life was weird, but in a good way.

You were excited to start unpacking and putting everything away in the new house. Niall wasn’t quite as excited. He didn’t want the honeymoon to be over, he wanted to stay in bora bora forever with the clear water and in the little hut you had to yourselves.

But that obviously didn’t happen seeing as he was unloading the last box into your new house, while you were upstairs in the bedroom unpacking and figuring out where everything should go. You had all of the furniture moved here and placed where you wanted it just so you could get it out of the way and not have to deal with it on the actual moving day.

You were so focused on unboxing and putting away both of your clothes you didn’t hear Ni come in until he groaned loudly and fell back on the bed.

“You ok over there?” you chuckled, before going back to putting away the clothes for the closet.

“No, why did we pick the biggest house?” he groaned again, one of his arms over his eyes as just the top half was laying on the bed, his legs hanging off the side.

“You were the picky one, you just had to have a house close to your favorite golf course,” you teased, shooting him a mock glare when he looked up at you.

“Yeah, well what about your jacuzzi bathtub, or your tiled backsplash?” he teases back, getting up and making his way towards you.

“Ok but that was just because i-” he cut you off, pulling you into him for a kiss. His lips soft and sweet as his lips encapture yours.

Smiling into the kiss, you pull back looking at him with pure love, “what was that for?” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Just because,” he smiles, his arms holding you close by your waist. He starts swaying with you, his face inches away from yours with a smile plastered across it.

“You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met,” he mutters. His eyes don’t leave your face, the smile on his face not flattering as his eyes softly flicker across your face.

“Ni,” you mutter, your face heating up as you try to hide your face in his chest. He doesn’t let you though, he cups your cheek making you look at him.

“Y/n, I love you more than life itself. I honestly couldn’t be more grateful for you,” he whispers, his eyes never leaving your as his thumb gently strokes your cheek.

“Bub, I’m gonna cry. I love you to the moon and back, I couldn’t be happier than I am right now, getting to spend the rest of my life with you,” you tell him, tears welling in your eyes and running down your cheek. He softly swipes it away with his thumb, leaning down and capturing your lips with his in another soft and gentle kiss full of love.

You both just swayed like that for a few minutes before he finally pulled away, kissing you one last time and telling you to get back to work with a slap on your ass cheek. Went downstairs to start putting away everything in his music room.

It only takes you an hour to finish putting away the clothes and everything in your ensuite bathroom before you head downstairs to start in the kitchen. You already had most of everything put away, all you really had to do was put away pots and pans and some new potholders and dish towels. You had already put away groceries when you moved in the furniture.

You put miscellaneous trinkets away in the living room and on shelves around the house before you go to check on Niall in his music room. You’re not surprised to find him sitting on the couch, guitar in his lap, playing softly.

“You know, you’re supposed to be putting those away, not playing them,” you say, shocking him and making him look at you in the doorway.

“Yeah, I know that,” he smiles cheekily. He sits the guitar back in it’s case before making his way towards you, “I’m hungry, lets get food.”

For the next week, you continue to find new things and put them away around the house. You still couldn’t believe this was your life, and you got to live it with the most perfect man on the planet. You got to fall asleep in his arms, and wake to him everyday for the rest of your life and you couldn’t be more excited for the future. And maybe even little Niall’s running around someday.

You were excited to start your life together, finding new hobbies and watching him rock out around the world.

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TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part Six (Harry Styles)

a/n: LAST PART OMG!! im a little emotional this story has come to its end but it already ended up like twice as long as i planned it to be haha! thank you so much for reading and loving the story, it means so much to me and i loved seeing your reactions as the plot developped! i hope you guys will be happy with the ending our pair got and i can’t wait to read your thoughts about the series as a whole!!

pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader

warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce, sexual content

word count: 14.8k

SERIES MASTERPOST masterlist

Waking up next to Harry is probably your most favorite thing in the entire world right now and you’ve been able to experience it every morning since you dropped Izzy off at Anne’s. You’re missing her like crazy and can’t wait to have her back, but part of you is desperate to stretch these days as long as possible, because you’re not sure if Harry will be comfortable with you sleeping in his room once his little one is back under the roof.

It’s always the same, yet you can’t get enough of it. Harry grumbles as he turns the alarm off, snuggles back to you for just a few minutes before he forces himself to take a shower. In the meantime you start breakfast and his coffee waits for him ready by the time he joins you in the kitchen. You eat together, sometimes talking, sometimes just silently enjoying each other’s presence and it’s the perfect way to start your days.

Then Harry is off to work and you go for whatever shooting you had planned for the day. Luckily, you’ve been keeping yourself busy. If your day ended early, you always found something else to do, you picked Trevor up another time and also managed to have lunch with Harry on Thursday which was such a nice change, even if it was just eating takeout in his office because you were in the neighborhood and he had some time to see you.

Now it’s Friday and you’re spending it with some editing and eventually packing, since you’re leaving to the countryside for Sarah and Mitch’s wedding when Harry comes home. You’ve been looking forward to this weekend all week, you had a few phone calls with Sarah and the two of you hit it off quite well, you can’t wait to finally attend the wedding. And also because Harry is coming with you, so it’ll be a kind of weekend getaway even though the two of you have been alone home all week.

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