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loubabykitten · 5 years

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BEST FICS OF 2018

first of all… happy new year guys!!!

as promised, here are the best fics i read in 2018 (some of them were published before but i discovered them in 2018), there're not in order:

Chasing empty spaces (79k, chaptered) - 1930s au

by @domestic-harry

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Don't want shelter (76k, chaptered) - teacher!louis, businessman!harry

by @fullonlarrie

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families' old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

Save myself (219k, chaptered) - rich!louis, student!harry

by @make-thisfeellikehome

Louis Tomlinson is a train wreck. That is a way of putting it lightly. His whole world is a vast blur of darkness and bad decisions and it doesn't matter how many times he decides he's done, he always falls back in, because darkness is tricky like that for him. Louis wants for nothing—has everything he could ever ask for really, but it's all nothing. Maybe he needs to be rescued—maybe he can't be rescued. No one knows.

Or the one where Louis is a spoiled rich kid who is ignored by his entire family, who's friends only use him as a means for drugs and no one believes he's worth any more than just that. Harry Styles is a first year university student who's just moved to Doncaster for their theatre program who just happens to get the short straw when he's partnered with Louis for Bio Lab. What could go wrong?

Lightning strikes twice (104k, chaptered) - groupie!louis, famous!harry

by @catfishau

Louis slipped his hand onto Harry’s thigh, snaking his fingers up and inwards. “I’m a big fan. You’re so talented, and I have to admit that I actually fancy you a bit.”

“Yeah?” Harry reached up to push Louis’ fringe out of his eyes. “Well, you know, I like to try and be accommodating to my fans.”

“You’re quite well known for that,” Louis whispered as he turned his head some more, their mouths an inch apart. “So I hear.”

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Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

Tell me how to feel about you (38k, chaptered) - college/university au

by @imlouisaf

Louis thought it would feel different once he got to LA. He knew it was best for him; a fresh start as far away as he could get. But when the plane touched down and he stepped out into the hot air around LAX, Louis felt exactly the same.

There's still a hole in his chest where his heart used to be; ripped away even after trying for so many years to keep it from happening. He knows it's not all his fault, not by a mile, but it doesn't stop him from blaming himself for it all going wrong.

If he'd just stayed strong, if he'd said no when he said yes, maybe everything would be different.

Or, Harry has been trying to convince Louis to date him for years, but Louis has always been wary of Harry’s fairly obvious commitment issues. Louis eventually gives him a chance, opening his heart up to the one thing he fears.

Have faith in me (183k, chaptered) - rich!harry, assistant!louis

As the son of Anne Styles, millionaire owner of one of the world's most luxurious fashion labels, Harry has spent his last seventeen years living in carefree extravagance. And now he's grown tired of it, along with the pressure from his mum to follow in her footsteps and the constant care given to him by her past assistants.

When his mum's newest assistant, Louis, moves into the guesthouse, Harry determines to be treated differently. To be treated like an adult. Except Louis is not at all what Harry was expecting...

This is a story about growing up, growing in love and having the faith to make it last.

Shake me down (208k chaptered) - college/university au, insecure!harry, protective!louis

by @agreatperhaps12

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Red hands (132k, chaptered)

by @harrytum

“I’ve never told anyone,” Harry murmurs, voice so soft no one else would be able to hear, if it wasn’t just the two of them.

“But you’ve told someone,” Louis says firmly. “And that’s not gonna fucking happen around here. You don’t speak a word of it, or someone’s going to kill you, and we can’t let that happen.”

a dystopian au in which harry, an ex-soldier who’s escaped from his government run camp, accidentally stumbles across the biggest rebel movement in the country, and louis, one of the rebellion’s mysterious leaders who appears to hate him, seems to simultaneously have an obsession with keeping him alive. or: harry is wanted for treason, niall hasn’t changed in four years, liam is always smiling, and louis is angry. like, really angry.

There are no atheists in foxholes (64k, one shot)

by @suspendrs

“Do you think we’ll ever see it again?” Harry asks after a minute. “London?”

Louis blinks, looking down. They very well could spend the rest of their lives on this island, and they’re both very aware of that. Everyone probably already thinks they’re dead, anyway. Their flats are going to be sold, and their families are going to have funerals, and life is going to go on without them. Even if they do get rescued, it’s already been days. The news of the shipwreck has definitely reached London by now. They don’t know if there’s been any effort to look for survivors, but they also don’t know how far away from the wreck they are, or how far people are going to go to look for them, or if anyone even knows that this island is here and, like, it’s very possible that they’ve already looked and stopped looking for survivors, and no one knows they’re out here-

“I don’t know,” Louis says, before he can start spiraling. “I hope so, but I don’t know.”

Or, the sea takes everything from Louis, but it gives him back more than he ever could’ve asked for.

Dance to the distortion (96k, chaptered)

by @domestic-harry

Louis accidentally breaks Harry's camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.

Lonely king (40k, chaptered) - broken!louis, indie!harry

When Louis' parents pass away in a car accident, he inherits a cottage in the woods of Scotland. He ends up spending the summer there; unraveling secrets, mending bonds and creating memories with his best friends.

For as long as i can remember (it's been december) (128k, chaptered) - lawyer!louis, chef!harry

After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

Featuring an unintentional game of hot and cold, Harry chasing memories that won’t come back, Louis burying himself in work to try and forget what he can’t forget, Liam being torn between two of his best friends, Zayn as a moral compass and Niall saving the day with good music and brutal honesty.

The road less travelled by (98k, chaptered) - Lumberjack!louis, high school principal!harry

by @freetheankles

Louis was a lumberjack happy to be living his life alone in what could qualify as Middle Of Nowhere, Canada.

Every morning, he went out into the woods, cut his logs, then came home at dusk to a scalding hot shower and a good book by the fireplace. Rinse and Repeat. He had a good life, quiet and peaceful; simple. Not a secluded one as Niall annoyingly claimed.

Louis certainly didn't need some chatty trespasser dropping into his life, his forest, his home. Invading his space, his circle of friends, touching his stuff, asking questions about his husband. His late husband.

A trespasser who wasn’t supposed to crawl under his skin, occupy his thoughts, and steal his heart from where Louis had locked it safely away, only to put it right back on Louis’ sleeve — where it once laid.

No, Louis definitely didn’t need Harry.

Saving symphony hall (124k, chaptered) - symphony hall au, omega!louis, alpha!harry

by @helloamhere

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

Shelter as we go (75k, one shot)

by @fondleeds

Louis looks at him like his words might break him, glass about to splinter, one wrong footfall away from shattering into a million tiny pieces.

“Hey,” Harry breathes, and he knows, meeting Louis’ eyes, that his words could break him easy as anything. He almost wants Louis to bring his boot down.

AU. Nova Scotia, 1968.

Walk that mile (149k, chaptered) - road trip au

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes. - A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

MY TOP 5:

5. I believe him when he tells of loving me (28k, chaptered)

louis doesn't remember harry. harry takes him home.

4. Wild love (130k, chaptered)

by @daisyharry

“Good,” Julia says, clearly pleased to have them both uncomfortable and unable to look at each other. “Now, I only have one more question before you can go. What are you planning to do when this experiment ruins your friendship?”

“We said we’d stay friends no matter what,” Harry says smoothly, his chin lifting in defense.

“That was our one thing going into it,” Louis agrees. “Stay friends no matter what.”

Julia raises a perfectly manicured brow, “That’s all fine and good. But I hope you realize your emotions aren’t going to realize this is an experiment in the end. If one of you falls for the other and finds out those feelings are not reciprocated, you’re not going to be able to laugh it off as a social experiment. I’m not saying you shouldn’t do this, I’m just hoping you’ve considered all of the possible outcomes.”

- AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It's supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.

3. In sickness and in health (83k, chaptered) - american!harry, british!louis

by @rainbowsandlovehl

“Just make sure that you head down to the immigration office as soon as you can, alright?” James reminded them, making them look towards the man and nod in unison. “Remember Louis, you have only two weeks. So make it legal quickly so you don’t get deported.” “I’ll be sure to remind my assistant to schedule our appointment,” Louis joked and laughed.

A loosely based The Proposal Au where Louis is to be deported in two weeks. Since he doesn't want to lose his job, he asks his assistant, Harry to marry him for a green card. If it makes them realise they're in love, oh well. There's also the fact that no one doubts their credibility.

2. Hush (41k, one shot) - high school au, quarterback!louis, feminine!harry

by @wankerville

“I don't like you like that, Harry.”

“See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.”

or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

1. Light my morning sky (54k, one shot) - college/university au

The relatively cliché College AU in which Louis happens to be proficient in Philosophy, Ethics and keeping his distance, while Harry is in need of a tutor to salvage his grade, and never passes up on a challenge; Zayn and Liam like to gaze wantonly across at each other whilst pretending to read Austen; and Niall is the precarious bond that holds them all together.

(Expect some sappy self-indulgent scenes consisting of bed-sharing, 4 am almost-love declarations, drunk texting, and far too much time spent at the student bar for it to be an accurate depiction of uni life.)

#larry #larry stylinson #larry fic #fic rec #best fics #best fics of 2018 #best fics of the year #it's a long one #sorry #larry au #larry smut #larry fluff #larry angst #louis tomlinson fanfiction #harry styles fanfiction #enjoy

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amarauder · 4 years

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Chapter Three - Percy Jackson x Reader

| percy’s adventure to the top of the world

a/n; sorry about this chapter being so late! The entire book is basically published on my wattpad account if you want to check that out. Thank you so much for the feedback though! I am pleasantly suprised!

It just hits noon on Sunday when Percy gets the text.

It's still the same exact name that she entered in sophomore year, still a plaintive "Y/N L/N" with the tiny description under it that's originally used for company names written as Chemistry Class. Percy narrows his eyes and checks the number in his contacts just to make sure Luke hasn't changed his name to mess with him, and eventually accepts the fact that Y/N's texted him, for whatever reason.

" Hi," it says. That's it.

Percy pushes his phone aside and keeps up his attempts at finishing his essay. English 4 is supposed to be easy, he complains mentally. At this rate, he won't graduate.

Despite his extremely studious research (in which he was both reading Wikipedia articles and playing Solitaire, that is), he still has no clue why Mark Twain was so important as far as literature goes. He does, however, come to the conclusion that he'll never be good at Solitaire.

Percy selects a sentence from the Wikipedia article and pastes it directly into his essay. He modifies it, putting the end of the sentence at the beginning, and exchanges the words "light and humorous" to say "light-hearted." A true genius, he is.

Before he can decide where to go from there, Percy glances over to his phone, biting down on his bottom lip. It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Y/N—since Friday, he's kind of wanted to talk to her non-stop—but he didn't expect her to text first. It admittedly throws him off.

What would Mark Twain do? Percy thinks idly, staring at the guy's name where it sits, bolded, at the top of his paper. For one, Mark Twain wasn't ever introduced to cellphones, so he probably wouldn't even know how to reply to the text, even if he wanted to. And, for two, Mark Twain doesn't really seem like the kind of man who would talk to the girl he likes over text. Percy gets the vibe that he's a really old-fashioned, straightforward type of guy.

Leaning back in his desk chair to stretch, Percy groans. Thinking about Mark Twain probably won't get him through this one.

He replies with a "Hey there," momentarily panicking at how flirtatious it sounds. He tries to cover it up with a "Y/N, right?"

It apparently works, since she sends back a "Yeah, it is. I didn't know if you had my number anymore."

"Wouldn't have deleted it," Percy types immediately. He's hovering over the blue button, considering going with something else—less heartfelt, maybe—to respond with, but instead he accidentally hits send. Wonderful. Out of curiosity, he scrolls up past the texts they're exchanging now and reads through the ones they sent before. He hardly remembers the near two-year old conversations, mostly homework questions or him wondering if there's a test the next day, but there's a few that are just... nice, for lack of a better word. Caring little how are yous from him and some remember to bring your book to classes from her. Percy wishes he could remember why he didn't try to get in touch with her that summer, and now he feels sorry that he didn't—after all, he could have been someone to talk to when she was going through a mess with her parents.

He wants to apologize for it, suddenly, but he figures Y/N would either shrug it off or tell him ten times over that it isn't his fault. He doesn't bother.

"That's comforting." Percy blinks at Y/N's reply, but she doesn't give him a chance to reply before another text comes through. "Are you busy?"

He smiles a little at his phone. Sure, he totally has this essay due tomorrow that'll take him a few hours at the very least, but Y/N's far more interesting and appealing than Mark Twain's influence on literature. not at all, he sends.

"I could use a little help with economics, if you're up for it..."

Economics is by far Percy's easiest class this year, but he doubts he's better at it than Y/N. He doesn't mention that.

"Sure," he replies. "but you're gonna have to tell me everything you know about Mark Twain."

She sends two question marks back, but tacks on a Deal a second later.

"where at?" Percy asks, holding his phone about an inch away from his face. It's likely that he's one of the more pathetic people in this world.

"Yours? I can't say that my house is the most welcoming of places for guests," Y/N says, and Percy frowns a little at that. He doesn't waste any time before sending her his address and telling her to come over whenever she feels like it. He doesn't really say it, but it's an invitation for any day—not just a Sunday where they both have homework to get done.

She gives him an estimated arrival time anyways, so Percy spends his remaining moments wisely by hopping in the shower and letting his mom know that he's having a friend over. She's cooped up in her small little cranny of an office, feet tucked beneath her as she types away on her laptop, glasses perched on the tip of her nose and a cooled cup of tea at her elbow. "Of course, that's fine Percy. You can have Luke over whenever, you know. No need to keep asking."

"It's—" Percy hesitates, leaning his temple on the door frame he's leaning against. "Um, not Luke this time."

That gets his mother's attention. She turns to him with a pleased smile. "Oh, what a surprise! I haven't seen Nico in ages, I should put some cookies in."

Percy chuckles, pushing his still-damp hair out of his eyes. "Not Nico, either. It's Y/N—remember, my chem partner? Came over once for our research paper?"

Sally gives him a maternal grin, lifting her eyebrows. "Oh, I always liked her." She redirects her gaze to her computer. "I had a feeling I wasn't the only one, either."

"Mom," Percy warns.

She holds her hands up, a clear white flag. "I'm not suggesting anything. Just your dear old Mom over here, typing up a novel."

"It'll be the best one yet," Percy says, since he knows Mom thrives under encouragement. "I have a feeling. It'll be the one."

"You think?" Sally asks, and she sounds excited, like she agrees. Percy nods with a grin. "Oh, that would be so great, I—" The doorbell dings throughout their home, and his mom's mouth snaps shut. "That would be for you, I'm guessing. Let me know if you need anything, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mom," Percy says, but he makes sure to shut her office door, partially to preserve his privacy, but mostly because he knows his mom needs isolation when she's in writing mode. He gets the door.

Y/N's dressed casually, which is something Percy hadn't even considered; he tossed on track pants out of habit. "Hey," he greets, after a sure but still moment of silence. "Come on in."

"Hi. Thanks."

Percy shrugs mutely, closing the door behind her. He can definitely, one hundred per cent, handle Y/N's presence for a few hours, especially after a good night of sleep and a day spent lazing around. "Thirsty?"

"Water would be great," she answers, and it's a little awkward for a few seconds while Percy leads them into the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets for a cup. He usually drinks out of the old, stained plastic ones, but he thinks Y/N probably deserves better as a guest. Eventually, he spots a light blue glass from a dining set they had two houses ago. He pulls it down. "How's your weekend been? Well, since the fair, anyways."

Percy clears his throat, like it'll clear the weird tension in the air, too. "'S been nice. Wish the fair was here for longer, to be honest."

"There's always next year," she says optimistically. He passes off the glass of water, and as she takes it from him, Percy realizes that he didn't bother to ask if she wanted ice. He almost feels rude for a second, but Y/N takes a grateful sip and sends him a little smile, so he guesses that he did alright. "Anyways, economics."

"Right, economics." Percy shakes himself. He should focus on the actual intention of Y/N's visit, not whether or not she'll get huffy about a few ice cubes. "What chapter are you guys on?"

"We have the same teacher, I'm pretty sure—Mr. Manassa?" Percy nods. "My class just started the chapter on supply."

Percy mentally sighs in relief. Supply is something he understands, so he won't look like an idiot. He uses his right thumb to rub at the palm of his left hand, grimacing when he realizes his hands are clammy. "Yeah, same. We can—in the living room, if you want?"

"Fine by me," Y/N replies, and Percy swallows past the weird, sudden dryness in his throat. It's like he's never seen an attractive human before. Christ. "I started reading the chapter, but it just sounds like gibberish. I hate the way the book's written."

"Really?" Percy's actually read a bit of the chapters, since he didn't think the writing was too excruciating, but to each their own. "I don't know, I kind of like it."

"Good, then. Hopefully you can help me make sense of it." She sits on the couch beside him—not really close, but not really far either, and Percy feels himself settling in more, the jitters wearing off. He knows Y/N, is the thing, and it's not even the first time she's sat on his couch while they do school work together. She puts her backpack on the floor and digs out her green economics book, the same one Percy has stuffed underneath his bed. "Have you done the chapter work?"

"What?"

"The chapter work," Y/N repeats, and if Percy didn't know her, he probably wouldn't have noticed how amused she was at his lack of attention. "The work that's due tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah, that," Percy mumbles. Truth be told, he hasn't been doing much at all besides binge-watching old H2O (I had too) episodes on Netflix and playing games on his phone—well, that and a bit of Mark Twain research this morning. "I started it."

"I'm sure," she says, and her tone's some brand of teasing. She peers around, like she's looking for something in particular. "You can go get your backpack, you know."

"I know," Percy replies quickly, sounding a lot more annoyed than he really is. "I was getting there."

Y/N laughs. Percy stands up before he makes the mistake of staring.

He returns with his laptop tucked under his arm, Mark Twain paper still up and sharing the screen with his game of Solitaire. Y/N looks like she might have a laugh at his expense when she sees it, but instead she says, "Explain the difference between supply and quantity supplied to me, please."

And, honestly, Percy's never been in the business of rejecting polite people. He explains to her heart's content.

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03/29/2020 DAB Transcript

Deuteronomy 11:1-12:32, Luke 8:22-39, Psalms 70:1-5, Proverbs 12:4

Today is the 29th day of March, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I’m Brian it's great to be here with you at the beginning of a week where we just consider that it's all out in front of us and step through the threshold together and see that it's brand-new, it's waiting to be lived into, its shiny and sparkly, and the choices that we make and the paths that we walked down they’re gonna tell the story of…of this week. And, so, let's approach it with full hearts and an openness to God's leading in our lives. So, we gotta a new week. So, we’ll read from the New International Version this week and we’re gonna be continuing our journey through Deuteronomy and Luke. And just by way of reminder, I hope it's not over reminding but Deuteronomy is…these are the final things that Moses has to say. So, it is reviewing the story that we've read, but he's speaking it to a generation of people that are about to attempt to go into the Promise Land. And, so, it is a review, but it gives us a really good chance to review a lot of territory that's very detailed. Deuteronomy helps us kind of pull that together as we prepare to move into a new era in the Bible. So, today we’ll read Deuteronomy chapters 11 and 12.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for bringing us into this brand-new week and as we enter this week, we enter it with a rhythm of life, allowing Your word to speak into our hearts each and every day. And, so, even as we’re here at this…at this little threshold with his new week, You know, that’s just something that we recognize every week, it's still true, it's out in front of us and we don't dare want to take a step forward without taking a step forward with You. We’ve learned far too well what our own way looks like and yet we confess that everything will sweep in upon us in this week and we will be busy about our own way without even realizing it, but we’re here now and we’re out in front of it and we’re inviting Your Holy Spirit to lead us into all truth. And…and…and that's never not happening. Wisdom is never not at every crossroads, either. What we need we have we’re just often not paying attention at all. And, so, come Holy Spirit, quicken us, that we might slow down enough to know that before we make any decision which should consult You. Come Holy Spirit into this week we ask in the mighty name of Jesus. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi DAB family it’s Carla Jean in Las Vegas I am calling to pray for all of us during this pandemic. In particular I am a couple of days behind, but I just heard Asia praying and feeling isolated and judged. And I’m just so sorry sister that you’re going through this and I’m just praying that hearts and minds will open and just be kind to one another. I read Peter’s request on Facebook to pray for God’s Smile who’s in such tremendous pain. And it hurts my heart to know that you are in pain sister and please know that I’m praying for you very deeply. Sierra, I’ve heard you, I heard your mission trip is postponed and that you’re feeling abandoned by your grandpa. And I’m just praying that God will work on his heart, that he will come to know the Lord first and foremost and to find reconciliation with you and I am praying that the Lord will open up a place for you to be and that while you are in the hallway you are praising Him in the hallway. Jerry from Duluth, I hear you brother. My kids also have mental health issues. And my son woke me in the middle of the night last week and was suicidal. Brother, you are not alone. I’m praying for your kids. Please pray for my kids too. I love you all so much. And thank you Brian for being the pioneer to online and virtual community. We so need you and I’m so glad that I’ve been part of this community for years so that right now I don’t feel as alone as I would without you. I love you all so much. God bless you. Bye.

Hey DAB family, first and foremost I want you to know that I’m praying for the whole world. I know these are some scary times, but we rely on the Lord and His promises. We should not fear, we should not live in fear for He is a great God. Would you please pray for my sister-in-law that is been called to go to New York? She’s a doctor, she was…she’s in the military reserve and they were just activated, which means that they will go and serve and help all the sick in the midst of everything that’s happening in New York. Please pray for them. She has a little boy, he’s less than a year old. So, he’s going to be at home left. Would you please lift her husband up as he will be home as well playing the role of a single dad? They don’t have a timeframe. Her name is Natalie, her husband’s Kenny their son is Caleb. I also have another request. My sister-in-law Michelle is a nurse. She is an RN in California in LA for Kaiser and I’m sure you’ve heard in the news they are completely under resourced. Please pray for them. Pray for a hedge of protection over all health care, all the nurses and doctors, janitors, I mean everyone that is just making sure that the hospitals are running to care and love everybody. This is Stephanie from California. Thank you so much. Love the DAB family. And thank you so much for lifting us with prayer. Love you guys. Stay strong. Share the gospel, especially during this time. Stay positive. Love you guys.

Daily Audio Bible this is Jane Ruth from Nebraska and I wanted to say something else. I know that I’m not supposed to submit twice. But Brian, on my belly button birthday March 22nd, you talked about Luke 15 and you talked about the…the guys…letting the guy come down through the mat…through the roof on the mat. And you made reference…you know sometimes all these parables kind of run together for me…but the thing that Jesus said was, “your sins are forgiven.” And when you said the words, you know, we can say that to somebody else, that your sins are forgiven, I thought, “that’s heresy.” But wait, in the Lord’s prayer, and you said this, we are to forgive other people’s sins as He forgives our…forgives our sins. And the thought that went through my mind was, “Jane where have you been all this time. You’ve been saying those words over and over again.” And it was like He sets the captive free and I felt like finally, finally I could forgive all these people that I’ve been carrying around on my…on my back like this albatross. And I felt like finally Jesus saves because I have been set free. It was the most incredible awareness that I don’t have to carry these people around anymore. Thank you so much.

This is Violet from Indiana I’m calling in response to Nick’s request for prayer. Nick helps in public transportation. Drives a bus I think he said. I want to know Nick I’m praying for you and adding to that prayer all of the DAB family who work in service to the public where they are daily exposed to people who are often acting in a much less-than-perfect way. I pray that God will protect you and help you through this time so that you will not become ill. But I also pray that the Holy Spirit will fill your hearts with the spirit of forgiveness as so many of us are so less-than-perfect and we display behavior that is not loving, not kind, not patient, not considerate and that you service workers can be filled with forgiveness as our Lord forgives us, forgiving us for our imperfections that we display that just add to the burden of the work that you are so graciously serving for us. So, I will keep you in my prayers Nick. And all of those DAB family who are giving service, I thank you and I thank God for the gift of you in our lives. Amen.

Good day Daily Audio Bible family my name is Oscar I’m calling in from the United Arab Emirates where I live and work. I’m a first-time caller but have been a listener for about a year now and I’m really grateful for the family I have here in the Daily Audio Bible. Thank you, Brian…Brian Hardin and family for all that you do and for letting God use you in such mighty ways. I’m calling in today because I just listened to the first part of the book Sneezing Jesus and I can’t describe what a blessing…what an encounter it has been. I think one word to describe this is Emmanuelle, God with us. I mean like the book mentions as much as we like to focus on the divinity of Christ which, of course, cannot be denied, the human side of him, the humanity of Christ makes Him so…so relatable. And the fact that…that God wouldn’t…wouldn’t give up, the fact that God doesn’t give up on humanity. In fact, I find that…through this book I find that God actually affirms our humanity. And it’s a real miracle to see how he brings forth these treasures from our earthen vessels. And I can’t imagine…can’t describe. Sorry, if my thoughts are a bit jumbled. It’s because I’m still reeling from the __ of this book. It’s something that I never realized I needed at this very point in time. And I just want to say, thank you so much for making this available. I’m totally going out there to buy the book myself. Thank

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“Why do you hate me?” - Ben Hardy | part 18

a/n: here’s the last part!! besides the prologue. i’m so happy to say that i really enjoyed making this series. thank you to the ones who asked for this, what was supposed to be just a 2-part imagine 😊 i hope to have more Ben series’ in the future!! for now, i will be posting a couple requests, then starting my Peter Beale series!! check out the prologue/intro post, and if you want to be tagged, message or ask me!! hope everyone enjoys the last chapter of WDYHM 💕

warnings: beginning is a little steamy, VERY LIGHT SMUT (i got carried away lol 🤷🏼‍♀️), a lot of time jumps

“Damn,” you huffed out, your sweaty back flat against the hotel mattress as you tried to catch your breath. Ben laid beside you, breathing heavily as well.

“Is it just me or is that the best we’ve ever had?” Ben asked through short breaths.

“It really was.” This time, everything was so different. Ben was even more caring and affectionate, if that’s possible, and he really made an effort to show you how much he loved you and cared for you. His touch was so much more gentle, his kisses were full of passion and love instead of lust, he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and against your skin instead of dirty talk; this time, it really was making love, not just having sex.

“I love you so much, and I really hope you know that,” he whispered, hovering over you to press a kiss to your lips, then moving down to your cheek, then neck, chest, stomach, stopping at your hips. He glanced up, as if asking if his actions were okay. You nodded slightly as he moved further down, and finally pressing his lips against the area you wanted him the most.

After another couple rounds, you finally fell asleep in your husband’s arms.

The next morning, you two left for your honeymoon, which was in Paris. Sure, it was cliche, but you couldn’t think of any better place to spend with your new husband.

After a week in Paris, exploring the city, visiting museums, sightseeing, and a lot of nights in bed with Ben, you two were, to your surprise, off to Greece. Ben secretly booked another week of a vacation to surprise you, and it worked. But you were happy, nonetheless. Who would complain about getting to spend a week in Greece?

Unfortunately, that week ended, and you were now back home in London, still high off of the honeymoon. You two sat on the couch, cuddled up and watching TV. You were still tired because of jetlag, so you were half asleep. Ben, however, was wide awake, looking through the photos from your wedding, finding the one he loves the most to post it to announce your marriage. Everyone knew you two were engaged, but you decided to keep the wedding date a secret. Thankfully, Joe didn’t post anything from the ceremony, respecting your wishes to be secretive.

“How about this one, love?” Ben asked you, showing you a photo that was taken in the woods near the castle. He was twirling you around, smiles on both of your faces. It perfectly summed up your relationship. You nodded tiredly against his shoulder.

“I’m happy with whatever you post, bub. It’s your fans.”

“They’re your fans, too. They loved you in BoRhap.”

“I didn’t have any lines,” you groaned, not wanting to debate this. “You were a main character, of course they’re your fans. I was in two scenes, no lines, for less than five minutes.”

“Whatever you say, love. I’m gonna post this one. Maybe I’ll post another one tomorrow, or later.” You laughed at his eagerness to share your news with the world.

benhardy: my forever dance partner.

mrgwilymlee: congrats you two! it was a great night, very beautiful 😊

joe_mazzello: i’m still pissed you’re cheating on me

mrgwilymlee: @joe_mazzello mate, i think you and Ben are over

benhardy: @joe_mazzello we are. sorry not sorry.

lucyboynton1: so happy to have been involved. such a beautiful wedding for two amazing people 💕

benhardyismyluv: HOLY SHIT BEN IS A MARRIED MAN!!!

benhardy: @benhardyismyluv I am 😊 and I’m very happy

queenrogerina: i love this!! you two are so cute!! congrats!

joe_mazzello: does this mean I can post the videos of me dancing drunk?

“Everyone’s being nice again, thankfully. And of course Joe is being his jealous self.”

“I wonder what he’s going to do with his life now that you’re married,” you wondered jokingly. Ben chuckled and agreed. He looked down at you, who could barely keep your eyes open.

“Get some sleep, love. I’m not tired, but I’ll stay here with you,” he whispered, pecking your forehead softly. You hummed in happiness and snuggled further into him, nuzzling your face into his neck. You could smell the lingering cologne on his skin, making you smile; his cologne was one of your favorite scents. It was always mixed with the smell of cigarettes, so having it just on it’s own was the best thing in the world.

You fell asleep as soon as he started rubbing your back. He stayed awake, staring at you, wondering how he got so lucky to call you his wife.

A year and a half later, you and Ben are even happier than in the first three years you’ve known each other. Everything in your lives was going smoothly. Ben continued to get roles, increasing his list of filmography, experience, and awards, and you had finally published the book you had been working on for two years. This of course led to you going on a small press tour of England, which of course Ben joined you for. It was only right as you had been to every single premiere of his.

Everything was perfect, until life decided to throw you a curveball.

You recently have been feeling sick, but not flu-like sick. You would get random bursts of nausea, most of the times ending in you throwing up. You knew the possibility, but you and Ben decided to wait until after two years of marriage to start a family. It had only been a year and a half. You two weren’t even trying, you don’t understand how this happened.

You called up Leila one day, about a week after the nausea started. You asked her to come with you to a doctors appointment, just to confirm your suspicions. Your doctor’s appointment was today, thankfully they had a spot open. So here you were, on your way to learn your condition. You honestly were hoping you were pregnant, as much as you and Ben wanted to wait, you couldn’t wait to start a little family with him.

“Do you think you’re pregnant?” You heard Leila ask as she pulled into the parking lot. You sighed and shrugged.

“I don’t know. I think so, because I can’t explain why I suddenly have to throw up at random times. But, I’m not sure if this is what Ben wants. We both agreed to wait until two ears of marriage to start a family.”

“I’m positive that Ben will not be mad. Sure, it wasn’t planned, but I don’t think he’ll care. I think he’s going to be so happy that this is happening already.” You smiled and nodded at her words, starting to feel a little bit better about this situation.

You walked into the office, checked in, and sat down to wait. Your knee was bouncing quickly, a sign you were really nervous. Leila rubbed your back, trying to calm you down. Your phone started buzzing, and you saw that Ben was calling you. You panicked and looked to Leila.

“Tell him you went shopping with me.” You nodded and answered.

“Hey babe. What’s up?”

“Where are you? I thought you were staying home for the day?” You heard Ben’s voice worry on the other end.

“Leila called me and asked me to go shopping with her. I-”

“(Y/N) Jones,” the doctor came into the waiting room for you. Your eyes widened at the possibility of Ben hearing.

“Who’s that, love?” Your heart started to race as you tried thinking of an excuse.

“Um, we uh, we’re at Starbucks.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you when you get home then, yeah?”

“Yeah. I gotta go, Ben. Bye.” You quickly hung up, grabbing your purse and quietly apologizing to the doctor.

“You’re alright. So what brings you in today?” She asked, motioning for you to sit on the exam table. Leila stayed in the waiting room to give you some time alone, well, with the doctor.

“I’ve been feeling sick for about a week. I don’t think it’s the flu or food poisoning, but I just wanted to get some confirmation.”

“Okay. Well, we’ll do the most obvious test, which of course is a pregnancy test. Is this a possibility?” She asked, getting some equipment out.

“I’m not sure. My husband and I have protected sex because I’m not on the pill yet. I can’t remember the last time we didn’t use a condom.”

“Condoms aren’t always effective. There is a possibility that it broke during sex, it happens all the time. Especially with ultra thin condoms.” You nodded along, your heart racing as she continued to speak. She handed you a cup and told you where the bathroom was. You trudged down the hall to do your business, and returned with the cup, embarrassed.

She shook her head at your expression.

“No need to be embarrassed. It’s all natural and normal. But, this will help us tell faster than a home pregnancy test.” You sighed and sat back in the waiting room as she left to test.

A couple minutes pass before she walks back in, papers in her hands, and a wide smile on her face.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Jones. You are indeed pregnant.” You let out the breath you were holding and felt relief and fear wash over you. Relief because you knew the reason you were sick, fear because you had no idea how Ben was going to react, let alone his fans. You thanked her and signed the few papers she had.

“You are only about five weeks along, so you still have some time before you have to come back in for your twelve-week check up. But, we can do an ultrasound now, just to have a first look?” You shook your head.

“I would like my husband to be here, and know the news. He doesn’t know that I’m even here.” She nodded and took the papers that you signed, thanking her for the check-up.

You walked back into the waiting room to face Leila, who was eagerly waiting to hear the news. She stood as soon as you walked in, her eyes going wide with wonder. You simply nodded, which prompted her to jump up and down. You were happy there was no one else in the lobby. You laughed at her actions and pulled her outside and to the car.

“How do you want to tell Ben?” She asked once you two were settled. You thought for a little before coming up with an idea.

You decided to go baby shopping, already, and picked out a gender neutral outfit. Nothing too girly and nothing too boyish. You got two onesies, one said ‘I love my daddy’ and the other, ‘I love my mummy.’ You also picked out a tiny pair of sneakers.

When you were looking around for more things, you found the perfect onesie. It had the Queen logo on it, and you of course had to get it. Your idea switched when you saw that, and you decided to give Ben that, with the tiny sneakers, and a pair of tiny aviators. His gift and hint would be the tiny outfit.

You and Leila finished paying and hopped back in the car. She drove you back home, chatting quietly about yours and Ben’s future, now that you had a baby on the way. You were beyond excited, your fear now dissolved.

When you arrived home, you thanked Leila tremendously and grabbed your bag to head inside. You opened the door to find Ben sitting on the couch, watching TV while scrolling through his phone.

“Hi bub. How was your day?” You asked as you sat on the couch next to him, the bag on the table.

“Good. Gwil and I had a nice lunch. How was your shopping day with Leila?” You concealed the smile that was about to take over your face and reached for the bag.

“Look what I found!” Your heart started to race as you pulled the outfit out. You set the Queen onesie on your leg, setting the sneakers under it, and the aviators on your knee. You smiled at the tiny outfit, looking at Ben for his reaction. He stared at it for a few seconds before asking an oblivious question.

“Who’s it for? Are Allen and Jessica having a baby?” He questioned, looking up at you from your leg. You shook your head, trying to hide your smile. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Then, who’s it for?” You shrugged.

“I figured we could use it in nine months. It’s a pretty cute outfit,” you said nonchalantly. It took Ben a few seconds as his expression changed right before your eyes. A wide grin finally broke onto your face as he came to the realization.

“Y-you’re pregnant? You? A-are pregnant? I’m gonna be a dad?” His voice was quiet as can be, which scared you a little. You nodded slightly and grabbed his hand.

“I’m pregnant, Ben.” With your confirmation, he jumped up from the couch, bringing you with him, and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m gonna be a dad! Holy shit! We’re starting a family!” You giggled loudly as he spun you around joyfully. Once he set you down, his arms were still around your waist as he stared into your eyes lovingly.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered as he was hit with reality again. You laughed quietly and nodded.

“We’re having a baby,” you said, raising your hands to cup his face.

“We are. I’m so fucking happy. I love you so much.” He pulled you in for a kiss, which you eventually broke by smiling.

“How are we going to tell the group?” He asked as you two sat back down on the couch. You cuddled into his side as one of his hands rested on your stomach.

“We could invite them all over again, and give each of the guys a shirt that just says ‘uncle’, and the girls shirts that just say ‘aunt.’”

“I like that idea,” Ben agreed. You immediately hopped online and found a website that sells customized shirts. You ordered four shirts for Joe, Gwilym, Rami, and Allen, and four shirts for Katherine, Leila, Lucy, and Jessica. You and Jessica have grown pretty close since you met her when Allen brought her over to your little party to celebrate your relationship and new house with Ben. You were almost as close to her as you were with the other girls you’ve known well before.

You also ordered shirts for yourself and Ben that just said ‘mum’ and ‘dad.’ Simple, yet it gets the point across.

You were now three months along and your belly was just starting to show. You were quite insecure about it simply because of your hormones. But Ben never ceased to compliment you and make sure you knew he loved it so much.

You were a little past the twelve-week point, so it was safe to tell people the news. You and Ben had planned the party out a couple weeks ago, and today is the day of the party. You had everyone’s shirts in individual boxes with pink and blue bows, each with their names on it. You were so excited to finally share the news with your close friends. You felt bad for not telling Gwilym, but you wanted to obey the rule of waiting, so only Ben and Leila knew, for obvious reasons.

You had all of the food set out, a game of washers was set up in the backyard, which had become a tradition for your parties. You and Ben were running around the house, making sure everything was out and ready.

Finally, the group started to arrive, in pairs, and alone. Gwilym and Joe were the last ones to arrive. You immediately hugged Gwilym, leaning away slightly, making sure not to press your stomach against him. You were wearing Ben’s yellow sweater, which you absolutely loved; it basically wasn’t his anymore. You were also wearing your ‘mum’ shirt underneath. Ben did the same, expect he was wearing a hoodie.

“Hey, food’s in the kitchen, games are outside, drinks are in the fridge,” you told him as he stepped inside. You then pulled Joe into a hug as he separated from Ben.

“How’s married life with my boyfriend?” He playfully asked you. You laughed and shook your head.

“It’s amazing. How’s Cardboard Ben? I miss him,” you played along.

“He’s mad that I’m still hung up on the real Ben, so he hasn’t been talking to me,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes jokingly. You chuckled as he walked past you to grab a drink from the kitchen. You stood next to Ben and looked around the living room at your friends.

“You ready to announce this?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss you. You nodded after he pulled away and smiled up at him as he stared down at you, leaving his grip to retrieve the presents from upstairs. You brought them down and set them in the corner of the room, thankfully everyone was either in the kitchen or backyard.

After about an hour or so, you gathered everyone into the living room while Ben distributed the gifts, telling everyone not to open it yet. They all sat on the couch as you and Ben sat on the recliner together, which was perfectly placed for everyone to be in view. You pressed record on your phone and set it on the fireplace mantle, perfectly framing the room. You sat back down on Ben’s lap and smiled as you told everyone to open their present. They all immediately ripped into the boxes, one-by-one taking a look at the shirt neatly folded inside. Everyone had confused looks on their faces, until Rami yelled out.

“You’re not?” He asked surprised. You smiled and nodded.

“You’re having a baby?” Gwilym yelled out this time.

“Yep! (Y/N)’s a little over three months pregnant!” Ben announced finally, everyone jumping up to pull you two in a hug.

“Finally! We’ve been waiting for this since you two got together!” Joe said, bringing Ben in for a hug. You giggled and shook your head.

“So everyone here is going to be considered and aunt and uncle?” Lucy asked as she leant against Rami.

“Yeah. We’re all so close, so it felt like the right thing to do,” you told her. She moved from Rami to give you a hug, quietly thanking you for the thought.

The night continued, everyone now celebrating becoming an aunt or uncle, and you and Ben becoming even more excited and anxious to meet your little baby. You knew from just sitting on the couch, surrounded by the group, that he or she is going to be the most loved baby in the world.

You and Ben were cuddled up as everyone started to settle down, the sun now set and the cake you bought had been taken out. Ben had his hand on your small bump, softly rubbing it with his thumb.

“When do you think she’ll start kicking?” You looked up at him, confused at his words.

“She?” You asked confused. He nodded.

“I think it’s a girl.”

“I think you’re wrong. I think it’s a boy.”

“You wanna bet?” He asked.

“Sure. What’s the bet?” He thought for a second before smirking.

“If it’s a girl, I get to choose the name. If it’s a boy, you get to choose the name.” You hummed in thought about this idea. This could go horribly wrong, or right.

“No. I feel like we both should have a say in the name, Sorry, but that bet’s not going to work,” you sadly told him. As great as it sounded, it didn’t feel right for one parent to choose a name without the other one’s say.

“Alright, that’s fair. So then, what should the bet be?” You thought this time, before coming up with something.

“How about the winner gets to choose the middle name?”

“So we both decide on the first name, then whoever is right about the gender gets to choose the middle name?” You nodded and smiled up at him.

“Deal.”

“Are you two betting over your own child?” Joe questioned as he watched the two of you chat.

“Maybe,” Ben responded, shying away slightly, hiding his face in your neck.

A few weeks later, you were finally far along enough to find out the gender. Instead of finding it out the normal way, you chose Gwilym to announce it for you. He would come with you to receive the envelope with the gender, then would go and get decorations for the party, as well as the powder to announce it. What would happen was you and Ben would wear your shirts that said ‘mum’ and ‘dad’, which were white, have blindfolds put on so you couldn’t see, then have a powder, blue or pink, poured in your hands. You would then have a small powder fight, of course dousing each other with the substance, staining your shirts. Then, on three counts, you would take your blindfolds off and find out.

You now sat in the waiting room, Ben and Gwil on opposite sides of you.

“(Y/N) Jones.” You stood with your husband, who had a small smile on his face as he heard you being referred to as ‘Jones’ by someone else, and followed your doctor into the room.

“How has everything been going? Any problems or concerns you have?” She asked as you laid back on the table/bed.

“No, everything’s fine.”

“Alright. Then let’s put this on your stomach and find your baby,” she said, bringing a tube of gel over to where you were lying. Ben stood right beside you, one hand holding yours comfortingly. You shivered as she squirted the gel onto your bare stomach. She started spreading it around and waving the wand to find your baby.

The room was silent as you waited until the heartbeat sounded throughout the room. Immediately, tears flooded your eyes and cascaded down your cheeks, matching Ben’s current state.

“We made that, love,” he whispered, causing you and the doctor to let out quiet chuckles.

“Would you like to know the gender?” She asked after a few seconds of staring at the tiny body on the screen.

“No. Could we get the results in an envelope?” Ben asked.

“Of course. Would you like some photos of the sonogram?”

“Yes, please.” She nodded and started cleaning your bump off. Once all of the gel was off, you flipped your sweater back down and grabbed Ben’s hand, but he had a different idea as he brought you in for a hug.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear as the doctor left you two alone.

“I love you too, Ben. So, what do you think it is now that you’ve seen it?”

“Still a girl.” You shook your head and giggled.

The doctor quickly came back with the pictures and an envelope. You stared at the contents, wanting to forget the entire gender reveal party and find out right here right now.

But, you of course waited, so today, a few days since your doctor’s appointment, Gwil had your house decorated in pink and blue, with all of the right decorations for a gender reveal party. You were surprised everything had turned out great, thinking that Joe, who had helped him, would either mess something up or reveal it early.

The entire group, Brian and Roger, and yours and Ben’s families were all standing together in your backyard as you and Ben stood in front of everyone. You had your white shirts on, ready for the reveal.

“Alright. These two are going to be blindfolded, then given a handful of either blue or pink powder. They will throw it up in the air, and on each other if they would like, and when it has all settled, they’ll take their blindfolds off and find out the gender!” Gwilym explained to everyone. You were shaking, almost jumping up and down out of excitement.

Leila put your blindfold on while Gwilym put Ben’s on. They made sure they were tight and you couldn’t see anything. It worked, you couldn’t see at all.

You stuck your hands in a ‘bowl’ form and waited for the powder. As soon as you felt it, your heart started to race. This is it.

“Alright, go!” Leila yelled, and you immediately threw your hands in the air. After, you grabbed Ben’s face, hearing him chuckle as he did the same. He placed his hands on your stomach, leaving behind two handprints on your bump. You heard cheers from your friends and family as they knew, yet you still had no idea.

A couple minutes of you and Ben attacking each other with even more powder, you heard someone yell, “take the blindfolds off!”

The moment of truth. You and Ben were facing each other as you both removed the pieces of cloth. Your eyes widened with happiness and joy when you saw Ben was covered in blue powder. You screamed out, jumping into his arms and giving him a huge kiss.

“I love you,” you murmured against his lips.

“I’m so happy, darling. I’m so happy to be having a little mini me with you,” he whispered, as everyone continued to take pictures of you two.

“It also means you get to choose the middle name,” he added, causing you to laugh.

“But seriously. I’m so ecstatic, really. I love you so much, and I’m so proud of you for going through this. I know it hasn’t been easy with the cramps, pain, and being uncomfortable, but it means so much that you are carrying my child, our child.” He pressed his hand to your stomach, when suddenly, you felt a tiny ache where his hand was. You gasped, Ben’s eyes going wide as he noticed it too.

“Did he- was that…” He was speechless. You nodded, tears falling down your cheeks as you shared such a precious moment. You were glad no one interrupted you yet.

Ben was sobbing at this point. He was not expecting this, so it obviously caught him off guard, making him even more emotional than he would have been if he was trying to feel for the kick.

“Oh my gosh,” he dropped down to his knees to come face to face with your bump. He pressed his lips to your stained t-shirt, not caring about the powder.

“I love you so much, little one. You were a surprise, but we definitely love you.” You tangled your hand in his hair as he talked quietly to your growing bump. He glanced up at you to see your emotional yet loving state, and grinned softly.

“I love you, darling. And I love our little boy.”

“I love you too, Ben.” You made him stand so you could kiss him again. Your friends and family, all teary eyed, continued to wait to congratulate you, realizing you two needed a moment alone.

Once you both turned towards the group, they took that as an okay to bring you in for hugs.

It was a very overwhelming situation, honestly. As much as you appreciate everyone’s love and joy, you had to take a small break inside. Ben noticed and left you alone for a few minutes. When he realized you weren’t back outside after five minutes, he went to investigate.

He found you in the bathroom, washing the remnants of the powder off your face and arms.

“Hey love. You alright?” You nodded, turning to him with a towel in your hands, drying your skin.

“Just got a bit too much, had to step away for a few,” you shyly admitted.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, darling. You’re four months pregnant, and being surrounded by that many people probably isn’t the best situation. They’ll understand, I guarantee you.” You nodded and shoved your face in his neck.

“Taylor,” you whispered, confusing Ben. He pulled back to see the small smile on your face.

“Huh?”

“The middle name. I want it to be Taylor. After Roger, of course. It feels right because it’s the reason we met, you were playing him.” He grinned softly, pressing his lips to yours.

“Alright. Well then, we should go and break the news to him, yeah?” You nodded and bit your lip, grabbing his hand as he took you back outside.

“Roger!” Ben yelled, waving his hand to signal Roger to come over. Once he was standing in front of the two of you, your hand resting on your bump, Ben broke the news to him.

“We, well (Y/N), decided to have the baby’s middle name be Taylor, after you.”

“It only feels right, considering we met while he was playing you,” you cut in. A huge smile broke out onto his face as he took in what was happening. He immediately hugged you, then Ben, thanking you both for the small yet grand gesture.

The party continued with ease until everyone slowly started to leave. It was now around six at night, when you and Ben were laying in bed, resting just a few before you went downstairs to clean everything up.

“You want to announce this on Instagram?” He asked quietly, softly rubbing your belly, which he has been doing a lot recently.

“Sure. Do you have a picture?” He nodded, pulling his phone out, and rummaging through his photos that he took today.

“My mum took this the second we threw the powder up.” You smiled as you gave him the okay to post it.

benhardy: the moment we found out what little baby Jones is 💙 not pictured is the moment after we found out, when we felt him kick for the first time. Most magical moment of my life.

rogertaylorofficial: Congratulations, such a beautiful couple. Appreciate the gift of using my name in his

lovebenhardy1991: OMG (Y/N) AND BEN ARE HAVINF A BABY!!!! THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!!! CONGRATS YOU TWO!!!

mrgwilymlee: Honored to know the gender before anyone else did. So glad you guys trusted me. Beautiful moment between you two. Congrats ❤️

joe_mazzello: GWILYM KNEW THE GENDER BEFORE ME??? HOW DARE YOU

joe_mazzello: But seriously, congratulations. You two are going to make amazing parents.

benhardy: @joe_mazzello he knew before us, don’t be pissy

queenborhaplover: wow congrats!! you two are going to be the cutest parents ever!!

benhardyisdaddy: BEN IS OFFICALLY A DADDY!!!! OMG!

brianmayforreal: Happy to have been able to be there. A truly special moment for you two. Congrats!! Bri

A few months pass and you are now seven months pregnant. You are getting close to your due date, which of course has been scaring you more than anything. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, but thinking of labor was traumatizing. But you knew Ben would be right there with you, holding your hand, no matter what.

At the moment, you two were laying on the couch together, talking quietly as you watched a movie.

“We really need to think of names,” you said randomly, almost forgetting that you two have yet to come up with names. It was going to be pretty easy because you only had to think of one, as you already had the middle name.

“Alright. Let’s start then. Any names?” You thought of some already, in a note on your phone. But, you hadn’t asked Ben about them yet.

“I have a few already.” You pulled your phone out and clicked on the notes app to find the list.

“Theo,” you started. Ben nodded.

“Theo Taylor Jones. I don’t like it, but I don’t hate it.” You nodded and continued with the list.

“Cole.” No.

“Jackson.” Maybe.

“Watson.” Maybe.

“Lincoln.” No.

“Hudson.” Maybe.

“That’s it.” Ben nodded and came up with a few more, but none of the ones he had worked with the middle name.

“So we just have Jackson, Hudson, and Watson.”

“Oh my gosh, they all end with -son,” you laughed after realizing the small coincidence. Ben chuckled and shook his head.

“They sound good with Taylor.” After debating for the longest time, while adding in new names, you finally came to a decision. You smiled and softly rubbed your huge belly, Ben moving himself so he could talk to your bump.

“Hi baby boy. We can’t wait for you to arrive. I know your mum is scared, so please come easy, don’t be too mean to her,” you chuckled lightly at his little speech to your baby, and caressed his cheek softly.

“We love you so much, bubba.” He pressed a kiss to the spot where his son just kicked, most likely being a reaction to Ben’s voice. A huge grin stayed put on Ben’s face as he continued to talk to your baby and feel him kick over and over again. Tears were glistening in his eyes, he was so overjoyed to be experiencing this.

Now here you are, 39 weeks along and ready to give birth any minute now. You and Ben spent the day in bed, per your doctor’s orders. It was now around eight at night, and you were almost ready to go to sleep.

“Do you think tomorrow’s gonna be the day?” Ben asked as he rubbed your leg. You had a cramp, so of course he offered to help get rid of it.

“I’m not sure. He sure has been moving around a lot. And I feel like there’s more pressure.” He glared at you strangely.

“What?”

“I don’t know. It just feels like he’s trying to push out, so actually might happen tomorrow.” You smiled and stroked your swollen bump, your shirt ridden up due to you being really warm.

Ben grinned and rubbed your leg soothingly once he rubbed the cramp out.

“I’m ready as I’ll ever be, love. I can’t wait to see him.”

“I can’t either. But I’m still really scared.”

“You don’t need to be. You are going to be surrounded by an amazing team of nurses and doctors, you’re going to do great,” he told you as he caressed your cheeks with this thumbs softly and stared into your eyes. You nodded and started to calm down.

“I just don’t-“ you were cut short by a gasp escaping your lips. You suddenly felt overwhelming pressure course through your body and a wet spot formed underneath you. Your eyes widened as you realized what was happening.

Ben noticed as well and jumped up immediately, grabbing the bag you packed for the hospital. You sat up and he quickly helped you change your clothes.

You slowly made your way downstairs and out to the car. Ben helped you in and threw your bag in the backseat before hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Let’s go have this baby,” he whispered, reaching over to rub your stomach gently. You smiled as best as you could with the pain spreading throughout your body.

“Just drive. Hopefully we can get there in time.” Thankfully, the hospital you guys were going to was just half an hour away, so you didn’t have to drive an hour and forty-five minutes into the city.

Once you two arrived, Ben immediately called for a wheelchair and not even a minute later, a nurse came running out and over to your car. Ben helped assist you out of the car and into the chair, quickly grabbing the bag and heading inside with you.

In just five minutes, you two checked in, got a private room, and you were now hooked up, in a hospital gown, resting before the long process.

“Are you scared?” You asked Ben once the nurse who came to check up on you left. His head snapped up from his spot in the chair next to your bed and shook his head.

“I’m so excited. Why would I be scared.”

“What if we’re not good parents? What if we aren’t ready?” You were freaking out over everything because of your hormones.

“We may not be ready because this wasn’t planned, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to be amazing parents. I am so sure of it. We may not be the best in the world, but we’ll be the best we can be. I promise you, we’ll always be by each other’s side, okay?” He was now sitting on your bed, holding your hand and gently stroking the back of it. You nodded and leaned your head back on the pillow.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been so emotional and terrified of becoming a mum.”

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s normal for you to feel this way, love.” You ignored him as another contraction passed. You tightly gripped Ben’s hand, not caring if you hurt him. You were in way more pain than him.

The nurse came in a few minutes later and checked how much you were dilated. Only six centimeters. You have been there for two hours now, and have four centimeters left.

“It’s alright, love. You’re okay,” Ben soothed as another contraction hit. They were getting closer and closer.

Finally, four painful hours later, you were dilated ten centimeters and ready to start pushing.

Doctors and nurses swarmed your room as Ben stood by your side, helping you with pushing. He kept coaching you through pushes, wiping the sweat away from your forehead, and rubbing your back.

With one final push, your baby boy was born. His cries broke out, causing tears to flood your eyes and fall, your hormones now on high as your son was finally here. Ben was called over to cut the cord, and you saw tears streaming down his face as well. He stared at your baby as he was placed on your chest, his hand coming up to rub your shoulder.

“Hi baby,” you cooed through your sobs. You felt Ben’s tears drop on your head, but it didn’t matter. You finally had your family.

They took him away to clean him up, weigh and measure him, and put the tags on his tiny foot. Once he was all swaddled up with a tiny hat covering his head, he was back in your arms.

You burst into tears yet again after calming down while you got cleaned up as well. You were in so much pain and so exhausted, but you didn’t care.

“Hudson Taylor Jones,” Ben whispered as he brought his hand up to stroke his son’s cheek. Ben sobbed out as well, emotions taking over him as he stared down at the exact clone of him.

“I’m so proud of you, darling. You did so good,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thanks, bub. It really is all worth it seeing his beautiful little face. He looks exactly like you,” you looked up at Ben tiredly, staring into his green eyes. You looked down at your newborn son, and was blown away by the similarities. He had Ben’s eye shape, your nose, and Ben’s lips. He looked so much like your husband, it was crazy.

“My little family. I love you two so much.” Ben kisses your forehead again before leaning down to kiss Hudson’s.

He noticed you were struggling to keep your eyes open, so he held his hands out, signaling he could take Hudson from you.

“Love, get some rest. I can tell you’re exhausted, it’s three in the morning and you just gave birth. I’ll be here with him, we’ll be okay.” You nodded and yawned at the mention of rest. Ben took your son and sat in the chair with him as you drifted off to sleep.

Ben’s POV:

(Y/N) has finally fallen asleep, and I was left alone with Hudson. I set him vertically in my lap, supporting his head with one hand and his body with the other.

“Hi bubba. I can’t believe you’re finally here, and the fact that you look so much like me is crazy.” I started to talk to him quietly as he stared up at me with his beautiful blue eyes that were shaped like mine.

“You are so precious. I love you and your mummy so much, I’m going to do everything I can to protect you two from the cruel world. We’re going to lay low for a while so you don’t grow up being swarmed by paparazzi. I don’t want that for you, you don’t deserve that. I know my life is crazy and I may not always be there for you, but I promise I will love you forever. You and your mum mean the absolute world to me,” I started to choke on my words as tears flowed from my eyes. I can’t believe I have a son with the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Ben, are you alright?” I heard a voice ask. I glanced up to see (Y/N) barely awake, leaning over the side of the bed.

“I’m alright, love, go back to sleep, yeah?” She sighed and held her arms out for me.

“Cuddle with me, please? I know you want to spend time with him, but I really need your cuddles.” My heart swelled with love as she quietly begged to cuddle with me. I laughed lightly and stood to set Hudson in his little bassinet next to the bed. Careful not to hurt (Y/N), I slowly slipped into the tiny hospital bed with her, pulling her into my chest. She nuzzled her face into my shoulder and sighed contently.

“You two are my world. I’m so happy you’re in my life, and now you’ve given me, us, a son. A family. I love you so much, (Y/N) Jones.”

“I love you too, Ben. I’m so thankful for you, I couldn’t imagine sharing this moment with anyone else but you.”

“Get some sleep, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up,” I whispered into her hair, softly rubbing her back to soothe her aching muscles and to lull her to sleep.

Again, she was asleep within seconds. I, however, stayed awake, making sure Hudson was okay, making sure my wife was okay, and just thinking about how great my life is.

And to think this all started simply because I was jealous. It all started with the question, “why do you hate me?”

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Starmora prompt to consider: Gamora and Peter are in college together and have to work on a project together.

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In the three years he’d been in college, Peter had come to learn he had a particular aversion to certain two-word phrases. Among them: morning lectures, waitlisted classes, mandatory attendance, cumulative exams, and the oh-so-dreaded…

Assigned partners.

It wasn’t that Peter didn’t like working with other people. In fact, unlike most students, he generally loved the experience. He was curious about others by nature, and getting along with people was never much of a chore for him. In any group project, even with just three people in it, he could find kinship with at least one other member. Assigned partners, however, was a different story. Especially when said assigned partner was the infamous Gamora (no last name, as far as he knew, anyway).

She was well-known around their sizable college on Xandar for a handful of reasons, most which were rather tragic. Gamora was the last living member of the Zehoberei race, largely in part to her adoptive father, Thanos. She and her sister, Nebula, were generally quite reserved when it came to sharing their private lives, but anyone could dig up old news articles and learn that they had only been rescued from their violent upbringing at the age of fifteen, leaving them physically and emotionally scarred for life. They hid it well, though, keeping their chins up despite some of the nasty comments that immature classmates threw their way.

Beyond that, Gamora was part of several different clubs and organizations, with ambitions of getting into law school. She hardly spoke in class, but she had the highest grades in just about everything, constantly booking private office hours with her professors to make her goals known. Peter could admire her drive from a distance, sure, but getting to know her up close?

“Don’t think that you’ll have it easy because you’re partnered with me,” Gamora said, dropping into the seat beside him, her bag slamming down with a loud thunk. “If you slack off, Quill, our TA will hear about it.”

Peter blinked. “Hi to you too, it’s so great to meet you,” he said dryly.

Getting to know her up close was…interesting, to say the least.

“I’m serious. I’ve seen your posts on the class discussion forums, or should I say, your lack of them?” Gamora’s lip curled. “I’m not carrying you through this class. It’s a prerequisite for two of my fourth-year classes.”

“Hey, same here,” Peter said with a surprised chuckle. “What’s your major, anyways?”

“Sociology. Yours?” It was the kindest thing she’d said to him so far, though Peter suspected it was more of reflexive habit than an actual desire to know.

“Education.” Peter turned away briefly to accept the project outline that was being passed around, grabbing one for each of them before looking back at her. He’d never been so physically up-close to her before, surprised and a little bit disturbed to see thin slivers of metal visible underneath her skin. That certainly wasn’t a Zehoberei physical trait; it had to have been the result of Thanos’s cruelty.

“I didn’t know education majors had to take communication courses,” Gamora said. She still refused to meet his eyes, instead opting to skim over the project outline. “We have to collect primary research and present a proposal to the entire class.”

“So…every college project ever,” Peter snorted. “Why is this even done in partners?”

“Because we have to be each other’s opposition.” Gamora tapped her finger on Peter’s sheet, right where the criteria said exactly as such. “That’s clever, actually. Means that you can’t rely on me to do everything for you.”

“I don’t know where you’re gettin’ the idea that I’m a slacker,” Peter protested. Gamora gave him a pointed look.

“You don’t participate in class or in the online discussions, I overheard you asking our TA at least twice if the final was cumulative when it says so on the syllabus, and you snored during our last three lectures,” she said, getting to her feet. “Excuse me for being cautious.” She hoisted her bag over her shoulder. “Meet me in the student lounge in the Nova building tomorrow? I don’t have class, so it’s up to you when we meet.”

“I was gonna…ugh.” Peter let out a resigned sigh. Clearly, his plans to head into the city and skulk around the pawn shops for Yondu were going to have to wait. “I’ll be there at noon.”

“Don’t be late,” Gamora called over her shoulder as she made her way down the steps of the lecture hall. Peter could only watch her go with a shake of his head, wondering what exactly his professor had gotten him into.______

To Gamora’s surprise, Peter arrived five minutes early (she had been here ten minutes ago, but still). He looked for all the world like he’d just rolled out of bed, his hair a rumpled mess, the collar of his T-shirt woefully lopsided. Peter dropped his bag into the seat opposite her and sank into the cushion with a labored groan. “Just woke up?”

“Nah, early morning shift.” Peter cracked his knuckles, satisfied with the way they popped. Gamora looked vaguely disgusted. “I work at the radio station.”

“Really?” For the first time, Gamora sounded genuinely interested in what he had to say.

“Yeah, I do the playlists and social media. Sometimes I help edit the announcements and current events stuff,” Peter shrugged. He began unloading his bag, yanking out his laptop and project outline. “You, uh, you write for the newspaper, right?”

“Among other things, yes,” Gamora said neatly, directing her attention back to her own screen. “We don’t really pay much attention to the radio station, though, except for that disastrous fundraiser you attempted last semester.”

“Hey, there are plenty of rich kids around here who would love to get their ships washed,” Peter said defensively.

“But by students in swimsuits? That’s dangerously archaic and a tad suggestive,” Gamora replied, though she chuckled softly as she said it. “We got plenty of quotes from the administration about your little stunt, enough for a front page spread. It was a busy week.”

“Welcome Week usually is,” Peter laughed. “So, you have any topics in mind yet?”

“It still has to be related to some aspect of communication,” Gamora pondered aloud, leaning back into her seat. “Something that can even have opposing ideas. We gather and present the same primary data, but we have to come to different conclusions.”

Peter hummed to himself, drumming his fingers against his keyboard thoughtfully. Another minute or two passed before he let out an excited shout, startling a few students trying to sleep on the beanbag chairs nearby. “I got it!”

“That was fast,” Gamora said, eyeing him curiously. “Go on, then.”

“What makes a better communicator - an introvert or an extrovert?” Peter smiled at her triumphantly. “C’mon, you can’t tell me that isn’t good.”

Gamora twirled her pen between her fingers, nodding slowly. “You know…that isn’t half-bad.” Peter pumped his fist in the air in victory. “But how would we measure it? Based on what kind of data? What constitutes an unbiased conclusion?”

Peter clapped his hands together, rubbing them vigorously. “Let’s start with an abstract and go from there, yeah?”

She quirked her brow, setting her pen down. “Sounds like a plan. I’m impressed, Quill. You might be smarter than you look.”

His grin widened. “Hey, I have good ideas every now and then.” He turned his laptop towards her, open to a blank word document. “After you.”______

Meeting outside of class hours became a weekly occurrence for the two, usually in the Nova student lounge. It was mostly out of necessity - after all, there was only so much they could communicate via text and email - but occasionally Peter would send her an extra message or two that wasn’t related to the project at all.

Saw your article this morning - do you have a personal vendetta against the radio station or something D:

I think your sister literally ran into me in the admin building like five minutes ago does she always look this angry or did I do something please help

Did they not have memes on Zehoberei?? Is that why you aren’t responding to the last three I sent you

“We didn’t have Internet on Zehoberei, Quill,” Gamora sighed as she sat beside him in the lecture hall one day. Peter startled at her sudden presence; she had never voluntarily elected to sit with him before. “And ignore Nebula, she’s just…tempestuous.”

“So you do have something against the radio station,” Peter said teasingly. “What’d music and campus news ever do to you?”

“Nothing, I just think it’s an inefficient way of communicating. All your reports are looped every fifteen minutes, which means whenever someone tunes in, they either miss a portion of it or miss it entirely,” Gamora pointed out. “All the newspaper’s articles are published online, which students can access whenever they want.”

“You’re against the old-school, huh?” Peter hummed thoughtfully, leaning back in his seat. His shoulder brushed hers as he did. “I see how it is.”

“Did you pull something when you jumped to that conclusion?” Gamora said dryly, though to her surprise, Peter merely laughed, shaking his head in amusement. The genuine warmth of the sound made her shiver. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, still chuckling. “You busy tonight?”

“We’re meeting on Thursday, aren’t we?” Gamora asked, frowning.

“Sure, but if you’re free…I’d like to change your mind.” Peter smiled.

Gamora hesitated, which in her mind, already said something about herself. She was planning on doing her usual evening routine - attempt to meet up with her sister, only to get spurned for one reason or another, and instead spend the rest of the night licking her wounds and doing homework in her dorm room, alone. But for some reason, the offer sounded rather appealing. “Fine, but I’ll still be bringing my laptop, whatever it is we’re doing. I can’t take the entire night off.”______

The grass was still slightly damp from the afternoon sprinklers as Gamora crossed the lawn into unfamiliar territory. There were certain areas of the school’s campus she’d never been to, considering most of her classes resided in two buildings on the other side of the quad. The stars in the night sky twinkled mischievously from up above as she paused outside the door, urging her to knock. With an inhale of anticipation, she neatly rapped her knuckles against its surface.

“Quill?” she called. The door swung open, revealing a cheerful-looking Peter, wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing earlier, only now he had a pair of headphones slung around his neck and a small device hanging on his belt.

“Hey, welcome to the den.” He stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. She glanced around as she did, taking in her surroundings. It looked less like a radio station’s quarters, and more like a typical dorm room, with random junk strewn about. Records, tapes, and seemingly disassembled electronics were packed and stacked on nearly every surface, including the single worn loveseat that sat opposite the broadcasting booth. A student that Gamora vaguely recognized from one of her old language classes was inside, speaking animatedly into the microphone, while Peter’s bag and schoolwork seemed to be set up on a small desk by the equipment.

Peter took a minute to clear off the couch, carrying his laptop over and motioning for her to join him. They sat down together, watching the radio host in amicable silence for a few minutes before Gamora finally spoke. “Somehow, this is exactly what I pictured.”

“Okay, so we’re not as fancy as the newspaper office,” Peter shrugged. “We…we’re cozy.”

“When were you at the newspaper?” Gamora asked, pulling out her own laptop. She was beginning to suspect Peter didn’t have much planned besides spending the evening in each other’s company, which admittedly wasn’t as terrible of a plan as it might have sounded a couple months ago when they first began working together.

“I, uh, might’ve had a crush on the culture reporter, Bereet,” Peter confessed. “She was in one of my film study electives, and she seemed to know her stuff about movies, and I wanted to see if she’d be interested in my contributions on music in film. Turns out she’s kind of a Top 40 girl. Which isn’t, like, bad or anything, just…she didn’t really wanna hear anything I had to offer or say.”

“She means well, but she is…particular,” Gamora said carefully. “Anyways, what am I doing here?”

Peter unwound the headphones from his neck and held them out to her. Gamora accepted wordlessly, albeit a little uncertainly, as she slid them snugly over her ears. “Showin’ you what the radio station can do that the newspaper can’t.” He pressed play.

Dance with me, I want to be your partner…can’t you see the music is just starting?…

He watched her nervously, watched as her eyes slid closed and her shoulders dropped as the tension in her body slowly dissipated. She almost seemed to be swaying a little, absorbing the song and its lyrics - or maybe she was drifting off to sleep, he couldn’t quite tell.

Night is falling, and I am falling…dance with me…

When the song finished, Gamora pulled the headphones down to her shoulders, glancing over at him with a soft smile. “It was…pleasant. I liked it.”

Peter grinned. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Gamora gently took the Walkman from him, turning the device over carefully in her hands. “But if you think the newspaper is lacking in music, I think I need to introduce you to streaming services, Quill.” He couldn’t help but laugh again - part of him wanted to be annoyed, but there was something about the way she spoke that left him utterly charmed. “There you go again - what is it?”

“Nothin’, it’s just…you’re funny. I didn’t expect that.” Peter held out his hand for her to give it back. “Here, let me play you another one.”

Gamora pressed it into his palm, their fingertips brushing slightly as she did. She shivered. “I don’t think anyone has ever thought of me as funny before.”

“Well, that’s a shame. Then let me be the first.” Peter couldn’t help but stare a little as she tucked her hair behind her ear before pushing the headphones back into place, shaking himself out of his reverie before pressing play once more.

The closer I get to you…the more you make me see…by giving me all you got…your love has captured me… ______

Semester-long projects, suffice to say, were just about no one’s favorite, but Peter soon found himself dreading its end. After that night, Gamora had become a semi-regular visitor of the radio station, having quickly memorized Peter’s work schedule. She dropped in at least twice a week with leftover pastries from the newspaper office or one the other dozen committees and whatnot that she was a part of. They usually spent the first ten minutes under the guise that they had something to talk about regarding the project, but would then delve into something a little personal, a little more intimate, even.

One night, Gamora had made a rather strange request - that Peter join her in her dorm room instead, and if he had spent a little more time checking himself over in the mirror before leaving, no one had to know. However, when he arrived, she seemed unusually distraught.

Her room was exactly what he expected it to be; neat and well-kept, with everything in its place. There were no extraneous decorations or trinkets to be found, just a perfectly-made bed and organized desk with nothing on the floor but her bookbag. Gamora’s tear-streaked face told a different story. “Gamora, hey, what happened?” He immediately sat on the foot of her bed, wondering if it would be too invasive to reach out into her personal space.

“Do you have a sister, Quill?” she asked.

“Yeah, uh, Mantis, you might know her from - never mind. Did somethin’ happen with Nebula?” Peter said worriedly.

“I didn’t know who else to talk to about it.” Gamora glanced at him almost apologetically. “This probably wasn’t what you were expecting when I texted, but…”

“It’s okay. I was in the neighborhood,” Peter joked, bringing his legs up onto the bed. “I mean, I’d like to think we’re at the point where we can talk about stuff that’s not about class. We’re…friends, right?”

For a moment, Peter internally panicked, wondering if he’d misspoke, as Gamora suddenly looked very odd, like she’d swallowed something sour. She clenched her jaw a little, her brow furrowed upwards, before she finally relaxed, braving a watery smile. “Yes, I think we are.”

Peter spread his arms wide, a rather goofy expression on his face. “So lay it on me. What happened?”

Despite the uneasiness in her stomach about the Nebula situation, Gamora couldn’t help but find her smile widening as she settled in across from Peter, putting her phone aside so she could properly meet his eyes. “It all started earlier this week…or really, to be more accurate, when we were children…”______

“Don’t tell me you’re nervous, Quill.” Gamora smiled almost teasingly as she slid onto the bench beside him, smoothing out her already-crisp blazer. It was presentation day, a day that both of them had been secretly dreading, and they were dressed much nicer than their usual attire, considering professionalism was a big part of their mark. “You’ve got a strange look in your eye.”

“It’s just my face,” Peter protested, though the wrinkle in his brow instantly faded the second Gamora playfully elbowed him in his side. “Are you ready?”

“I’m always ready,” Gamora drawled, smirking, before they both directed their attention to the front of the room.

The next thirty minutes dragged on in nervous anticipation as other groups went up to present. Peter bounced his leg underneath the table until Gamora literally dug her fingers into his knee to get him to stop, her hand remaining there a little longer than necessary. Finally, after what felt like forever, the two of them were called on, and they made their way down the steps.

“Communication and personality are undeniably correlated, but is there causation to be found? Do extroverts have it easier when it comes to expressing themselves and making their ideas heard, or do introverts win out in the end?” Gamora began as Peter pulled up their presentation on the large pull-down screen.

“We conducted fifty interviews with students from different faculties, different backgrounds, different dreams - to come to opposing conclusions about who has it better,” Peter continued, gesturing towards the video that was queued up in front of them. “This includes our colleagues - I work at the radio station, and Gamora works at the school paper. You might think they’re mutually exclusive, but you’d be surprised at what we found.”

Their ten minutes, all things considered, went seamlessly - Peter only fumbled his words once, and Gamora’s voice shook as she spoke of her own experiences as a person that somewhat fell in between what she called the “admittedly narrow definitions” of what it meant to be one or the other. As with any college lecture, the applause they received was obligatory and entirely disinterested, but their professor seemed impressed enough, nodding and laughing in all the right places, asking a few questions at the end that they answered near-flawlessly.

Peter exhaled shakily as they sat back in their seats, both relieved and a little remorseful. “That went okay, right? We did good.”

“We did,” Gamora smiled. “Who knew we would make a half-decent team?”

Class wasn’t over, though, as much as they wanted it to be, and they had to sit through another five presentations. Peter couldn’t help but whisper snarky commentary under his breath to Gamora throughout, in which her reactions would range from rolling her eyes to biting hard on her lip to stop herself from laughing out loud.

When the second-last presentation was halfway done, Gamora glanced down at her phone and, without warning, ducked out of the room in a hurry, her bag in tow. Peter could only stare after her despondently, wondering if that was suddenly it; if by next week, when their professor started their finals review period, she would be sitting at the front again, she would stop visiting the radio station, she would stop talking to him entirely.

Peter practically sprinted out of the lecture hall the second they were dismissed, glancing around for any signs of where Gamora could have gone, though he was sure she was long gone by now. It was only when his eyes drifted a little lower that he spotted her sitting under a nearby tree, smiling hesitantly at him from across the way.

“You sure hightailed it outta there,” Peter commented when he approached her. He was unsure of whether it would be weird for him to sit down. “Something up?”

“My sister texted, she actually wants to have dinner with me tonight,” Gamora said, holding up her phone triumphantly.

“That’s great!” Peter exclaimed, deciding to sit cross-legged beside her. “One step closer to working it out, right?”

“I hope so,” Gamora chuckled in relief. “I thought it would be kind of rude for me to go back inside and interrupt the presenters so…I’m glad you found me.”

“Yeah?” Peter’s heart thumped a little faster. “Why’s that?”

“Well, partially so I could tell you in person why I can’t come to the station tonight,” she replied apologetically, reaching across to take his hand in hers. “But…if you’re free tomorrow night…I have the keys to the newspaper office. You know, for comparison’s sake.”

“You ain’t sick of me yet?” he said disbelievingly.

“Oh, give it some time, Peter, I’m sure it will happen eventually,” Gamora teased. “So is that a yes?”

Peter nodded eagerly, his eyes crinkling in the corners as Gamora gazed up at him, her dark eyes compelling him to say the answer they were both looking for. “It’s a date.”

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reikahazumi · 4 years

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Homework

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Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Word Count: 1509 words

Warning: Light Cursing

"Shit!" You muttered under your breath as you quickly grab your backpack and start packing my important things for school, your laptop, books and notebooks, pens, basically a normal student will bring

"(Y/N) hurry up! You'll be late for school!" You heard your mom yelled from downstairs

"Give me a minute!" You yelled back

You stood in front of a mirror and fix yourself for the last time, then you hang your backpack on your shoulder and you head downstairs.

"Mom I'll be going now!" You called out

You saw your mom walk towards you from the kitchen as she wipes his hands on her apron.

She kisses you on the cheek "Be careful alright?"

You nod and you kiss her back "Yes Mom"

You wave at her as you exited the house, you go to the train station and take the train to your school. Of course it's full of people and awkward glances inside the train, then you lay an eye on a specific person at the other side of the train

Kuroo Tetsurou

One of your classmate at your school, Nekoma High, your childhood friend. He's sitting beside his best friend, and your childhood friend as well, Kozume Kenma. Kuroo has his earphones on and he rock his head slightly to the sound of his music.

At that point he gazes upward and he takes a gander at you, he presumably felt that somebody's gazing at him for a really long time and he discovered that it's you. He grins and he gave you a wily grin

You smiled and wave back at him, then you notice he grab his phone and he starts typing

You heard your phone buzzed and you look to see who message you.

Rooster Head

Oi, did you do the homework on Chemistry?

Your eyes widen as you read the text "What the.. We have homework?!" You yelled through your thoughts

Rooster Head

What's with the expression

You look back up to him and you see him doing whatever it takes not to chuckle at your demeanor, you gaze back to your phone and start typing

(Y/N)

Shut up, and yes I forgot

You look at him and you saw him laughing, you gaze back down to your phone and you start to type

(Y/N)

What are you laughing at idiot?

Not a minute passed you got a reply

Rooster Head

Nothing, it's just you always forgot the homeworks and teachers ended up scolding you infront of the class for not doing it

You rolled your eyes, you're about to reply back but the train has already reach your destination, you get off with the other people and you start to walk to your school

"(Y/N)!" You heard Kuroo's voice from behind

You pivot and you see him running towards you, Kenma follows behind him while he use his phone. Kuroo pants as he slows down "Hey, did I take it too far? I'm sorry" he apologized and he chuckles

You shook your head and you chuckled "No it's fine, and besides it's all true though" you said

Then you look at Kenma, you flick his forehead "(Y/N) why did you do that?" he pouts as he rubs his slightly red forehead

"You're always on your phone, you might damage your eyesight"

Kuroo chuckles and he rub Kenma's hair and Kenma start to swat his hand away "Trust me, I always tell him that, and he won't listen" then he return his gaze at you "Why did you forgot the homework anyway?" He asked

"I-I was tired.. and lazy" you admitted

"Hey Kuroo-san! Kenma-kun!" Yamamoto came running towards the three of you "Coach said that we're gonna practice for the whole day, he already talked to our teachers so we're excuse for the whole class"

"Lucky bastards" You said

He looks at Kenma "You go on Kenma, I'll catch up"

Kenma just gestures accordingly, he went back to the gym with Yamamoto

He opens his bag and he takes out his Chemistry Notebook "Well, you can copy my homework" Kuroo hand it to you

You smiled at him as you push his notebook away "It's okay Tetsu, I can't.. copy your homework"

"No it's fine really, take it" He offers again "Besides, we're excuse for the day" he teases

"No—"

"(Y/N) take it, if you don't you'll have to treat me to lunch"

You look at him and you can see the tease on his face, you sighed and you take his notebook "Alright fine, Thank you I guess.."

He grins at you "No worries, glad I could help" then he closes his bag "Next time you should definitely do your homework if you don't want to fail" he said

"You sound like my mom" you joke around. You look at your watch and it's 3 minutes before your first class starts "I gotta go now" you start to walk away but you stop and you turn to them "I'll return your notebook after class" you said to him "Thanks again"

He nods "No problem"

~•~•~•~•~•~

After you've finishes your classes for the day, you immediately packed your stuff

"(Y/N)?" one of your club member peek inside of your classroom

"Hey, what's up?" you close your bag and you made your way to her

"Can you help us set up the room for the club meeting tomorrow?"

You nod "Of course" but then you remembered about Kuroo's notebook "I'll catch up to the club room okay? I have to go somewhere first"

She nods "Okay, see you there"

You made your way to the volleyball gym, you already can hear the ball getting hit, the shoes squeaking against the floor, you peak inside and you can see them playing

"Hi! are you looking for someone?" the silvered-hair first year approach you

You look up to him and you jumped a little due to his tall height "Hi! umm I'm looking for Kuroo? It's okay I can wait, I'll see him after the practice—"

"Hey Kuroo! Someone's looking for you!" Lev wave his hand around to get Kuroo's attention

Kuroo place his towel on his shoulder, he walks over to you "Hey (Y/N)" then he looks at Lev "Now it's your turn to practice rookie, go practice with Yak-kun and Kenma" He gestured at the two small males

Lev sulks and he slumps down "Fine.." he said sleepily and he advanced toward his partners

"H-He's a first year?" You asked as you look at Lev

"Him? Yeah he is, he's pretty tall isn't he?" He said as both of you watches them practice

"Oh!" You grab his notebook inside of your backpack and you hand it to him "Thanks again for borrowing it to me, don't worry next time I won't forget my homework"

He smiles and he takes it "You better, this is the only time I'll allow you to copy my homework—"

"You insisted you idiot!"

He chuckles "I know, I'm just kidding"

You gaze at the clock at the side of the gym, you look back at Kuroo "I got to go, I have some club stuff to do"

He nods then he place his hands on his hips "Okay"

"Okay see you—"

"Wait (Y/N)"

You turn back to him "Yeah?"

He rubs the back of his head "I was meant to ask you before, wanna have dinner together later after our club?"

You raised your eyebrow "M-Me? How about Kenma?"

"I know he'll be exhausted after this practice, he can't even survive the half of the day" He pointed out

You look at Kenma who's already panting, sweat covering his whole body, you gaze back at Kuroo "You have a point" then you remembered his questions "W-Why me though?"

"Am I not allowed to have dinner with my best friend?" He chuckles "I mean we haven't had a proper hang out for a long time since Kenma and I joined the volleyball team" He explained "Come on, it's my treat"

You look at him for a moment and you nod "Okay, let's have dinner later"

"Alright! I know you're gonna agree" he turn his back at you "Because I said that it's my treat" you hear a tease on his voice

You grab the towel on his shoulder and you slap his back with it "Idiot!"

He faces back at you and he snatch back the towel "I'm just kidding! Jeez you can't take a joke" He chuckles

"Kuroo! let's get back to practice!" Kai yelled from the middle of the court

"I'll be right there!" he yelled back, then he gazed back at you "I'll come get you to your club room later after practice okay?"

You nod "Yeah, goodluck on your practice"

He rubs the top of your head "Thanks, see ya later" then he went back to his fellow teammates

You wave at him as he runs back, you exhaled then you made your way to your club room

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