Bub Demanding To Stay On Daddys Arm When He Needs To Go To A Meeting So Bub Stays There The Whole Meeting

bub demanding to stay on daddy’s arm when he needs to go to a meeting so bub stays there the whole meeting while touching his face the whole time and tugging at his hair

OKAY BUT IMAGINE THIS FOR REAL I AM UNWELL

He’s doing one of those Skype interviews and he thinks he’s in the clear but then his bub BUSTS in the room demanding to be held and demanding to know who he’s talk to. He’d ask if it was mama because they always FaceTime each other when they’re away and it would make everyone swoon. Harry would tell them they can stay as long as they’re good and they ARE, but they keep doing little things to Harry that makes it hard for him to concentrate on the interviewer’s questions. He’s trying to talk about how much he’s looking forward to touring the US next summer but he can’t say much because because bub is pulling on their cheeks like Harry does to them when he’s messing around with them and trying to make them laugh.

Harry doesn’t want to cause a scene because he knows he’s on camera and if he scolds them in the slightest it’ll be taken out of context so he just rolls with it and laughs it off. When bub gets comfortable and realizes the person Harry is talking to is his “friend” (not really but Harry is just so personable and friendly that he acts like everyone is his close pal), they start wanting to talk to them too! They keep interrupting and telling the person behind the camera that they’re “FWEEE YEARS OLD” and that they had a mango for breakfast and that later they’re going to swim in the pool with nana and everyone is just so caught up in Baby Styles that they let it go on and on and it’s all ANYONE talks about for weeks 🥺🥺🥺

Source: emmett_sparling

Everybody shut up and look at him

Morning Routine [Howl/Reader]

Summary: You learned to the rise from slumber when the first shout echoed from downstairs.

a/n: multiple people have asked for another howl fic. here u go.

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The cataclysm that was your life often began just as dawn broke across the sky, all with its hues of pink and orange spearing through the shroud of night. You knew it not by the caress of light seeping through the slithers of space between your curtains, nor by crowing roosters in their tragically optimistic song. In fact, by comparison to what you typically endured, a rooster would by far be your preference.

At that point, you had become attuned to stirring right around that time as it was; the fog of sleep still sat in your mind like an anvil, inciting your head back to your pillow for just a bit longer. You always resisted because it would never amount to anything anyway. So there you sat, legs hanging like lead over the edge, shoulders and back rolled forward in such a way you felt the pull of gravity teetering you towards the floor.

You eyes were the last thing to adjust, keeping them closed for the most part until you found the bravery in you to put forth your feet and stand. Most day, however, you waited for the castle to erupt.

And that it did.

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Toxic

Summary: you get interviewed on the red carpet and asked about your costar.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

“What’s it like working with Chris?” The interviewer asked.

“He’s a fucking cunt,” you said. “He drains the life out of you. He’s so fucking toxic. I don’t want to work with him ever again.”

“We literally have a child together and we got another one coming,” Chris said looking at you. “You also married me.”

“See, manipulative too,” you said.

Chris laughs and wraps his arms around you from behind. You try your hardest to hold back a smile. You put your hands over his that rest on your baby bump.

“But no, it was pretty nice to work alongside him and his stupid face,” you said.

Your husband kisses your cheek making your face heat up. You lean back against his chest a bit.

“How was it for you, Chris, to work with Y/n?” The interviewer asked.

“What’s that one song? It’s a Britney Spears song,” Chris said.

“Toxic?” You suggested.

“Exactly. Y/n’s toxic. So very very toxic,” he said. “I hope to never work with her again.”

“Sounds like a plan, honey,” you said smiling.

Hey!! I’m loving all the dad!david atm ☺️ if requests are still open could I please request a dad!david where he and his wife have a few older children and unexpectedly fall pregnant again?

Yes!! I love writing dad!david , it’s just too cute. ❤❤❤

The feeling of the cold tile beneath her feet grounded Y/n, keeping her from spiraling. Her knees were shaking as she sat on the toilet after puking her guts out for the second time that week. She had recognized the feeling the first time and yet had chosen to ignore it, thinking it was just her imagination and yet it had happened again. She remembered the first time she had felt that way, it had been when David and her were just a couple of newlyweds scared shitless and incredibly excited by the positive sign on the stick. They had cried tears of joy. 

Yet, Y/n couldn’t quite figure out if at that time her tears were happy or sad ones. The positive sign had once again turned her world upside down, leaving her completely overwhelmed, staring at the stick in her hands as though it were her first when it was actually her fourth. 

“Shit” she muttered to herself as more and more tears flowed from her eyes. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy about another baby coming into their lives, it was just... incredibly unexpected considering they already had their hands full with the other three, the youngest being barely over two. 

Her thoughts immediately went to her husband, who was downstairs with the kids at that very moment. They had never talked about wanting more kids after the third, it wasn’t completely out of the question but they had both agreed it was way too soon to start planning for another baby. They both lead extremely busy lives with running their businesses, parenting, keeping the house in a livable state and trying to maintain a semblance of a social life. 

She quickly washed her face and waited a few minutes till her face went back to normal before heading downstairs. When she entered the kitchen and took her youngest in her arms she could feel David’s eyes glued to her with a concerned expression. After so many years together it was hard to keep anything from him. She gave the kids their packed lunches and kissed them goodbye before David drove them to school. She sat the toddler in the high chair for breakfast and enjoyed her blabbing as she tried to make new words. 

Soon enough she heard the car park in the driveway. A sigh left her lips, she knew from the moment she walked down stairs she couldn’t get anything past David without him immediately noticing. 

“Hey sweetheart!” He said as he walked back into the kitchen. 

“Hey hun. Did the kids make it on time?” She asked keeping her eyes on the remaining kid as she sent her breakfast flying everywhere.

“Yes. Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or am I going to have to pry it out of you?” He smiled at her wrapping his arms around her from behind. 

She sighed and turned around. “I... I’m pregnant... again” she said, feeling her eyes wet again. A smile extended slowly across David’s face. 

“Are you being serious? It’s not a prank is it? Say deadass” David asked cautiously, a life on YouTube had taught him to be ready for anything. 

“Deadass” She rolled her eyes as she started crying. He held her against her chest. 

“I’m so happy sweetheart. Don’t cry. It’s good news! It’s really good news! Aren’t you excited to have another little one running around?” He whispered to her as he raked his fingers through her hair. 

“But... there’s already three... we are seriously outnumbered.” She laugh-cried. “I hate hormones, it’s the same thing every time. I get so moody, I cry at everything. Are you sure we are ready for this?” 

“Of course we are, we’ve done it three times already. We are pros at this!” He chuckled. 

“Easy to say it when you are not the one pushing them out.” She rolled her eyes. “This is all your fault, you make making babies way too much fun.” She furrowed her brows. 

“I know.” David laughed cheekily. “Are you happy? Cause I am, I love you and the kids to death and it fills me with joy knowing that we have another one on the way.” 

“Of course I am! I’m worried but I’m happy. I love you and I love the little football team we’ve created.” She smiled up at him. 

“Funny you should say that, cause you know there’s eleven players in a football team right?” 

“Funny you should say that, you are getting a vasectomy.” She joked before pulling him in for a kiss.