Midnight Snacks

Midnight Snacks

Pairing : (Dad!Tom Holland x Reader)

Word Count : 1222

Warning(s): Does adorableness count?

Summary : Your two children decides to wake your husband Tom up for a sweet treat.

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Tom rested peacefully next to you, his wife of now eight years. He had fell asleep about an hour ago after reading your two children a bedtime story.However, what Tom didn’t know was that those two rascals never went to sleep and they were about to interrupt his slumber. Your two off springs walked into the room quietly, the older of the two pushing the younger one forward slightly. They waited awkwardly to see if their father would awake but to no avail, so they took matters into their own tiny hands. The older of the two walked closer to the bed and softly shook Tom’s arm.

“Daddy,daddy wake up.” the child whispered quietly not wanting to wake you. Tom stirred a little but not enough to wake him up.The child tried again.

“Daddy get up.” the young child groaned louder, quickly growing impatient. Tom finally woke up, making his kids smile in delight. He looked at them dazed from his abrupt awakening.

“What are you two doing up?” Tom questioned, rubbing his hand down his face in an attempt to wake himself up more.

“We couldn’t sleep.” your youngest child said, swinging their arms back and forth innocently.

“Well come on then, we don’t want to wake mommy.” Tom said getting up from the bed, trying his best not to wake you. Once he realized he hadn’t disturbed you he grabbed a hand from both of your children and walked out of the room silently.The three soon reached the kitchen and Tom placed them on the bar stools at the island where they often sat during these occasions.

“How about some ice cream sundaes?” Tom asked happily, making his way to the freezer. He knew his children would agree with him but he wanted to ask anyway. The children looked to each other with bright smiles upon their faces and high fived one another.

See, your two children are very smart, they know Tom is a sucker for midnight snacks, especially sweets ones. At least once a month they would stay up late just to get a sweet treat from dear old dad. Of course though, your husband is smart too. He knew the kids purposely woke him for such occasions like this. He knew that if they woke you about not being able to sleep you would take them back to bed with another bedtime story and maybe some milk.He actually found it pretty cute how they knew you two so well.

Tom often contemplated the problems with letting them eat such things late at night. However, more often than not the pros outweigh the cons. Tom considered the situation as a win-win for himself. He gets to have a sweet treat and spend time with his beautiful children.

Tom grabbed four bowls, yes four. Tessa had followed the trio into the kitchen and he felt it only right to give her a small bit of vanilla ice cream as well. Tom made small sundaes for himself and his children, his being the biggest out of the three of course. He only gave them a little in case the sugar prevented them from going to bed once the sundaes were long gone. Once the sundaes were completed he placed the small portions in front of his children and they all dug in.Unbeknownst to them you begin to stir in your sleep, looking for the warmth that was usually your husband.

You felt yourself slowly waking up looking for Tom in the darkness, needing his warmth.You waited for a while to see if he went to the bathroom but after a while it was obvious he did not. You assumed he had woken up and went to watch the telly or something along those lines,so you begin to fall back asleep. That was until you heard the clatter of what sounded like metal not to far from you. You got out of the bed and left the room.

Meanwhile, your husband and children were frozen in silence. Apparently the noise that caught your attention was the sound of your youngest dropping their spoon on the floor. After the three realized it was just the spoon they laughed lightly. Tom grabbed the spoon, cleaned it, and then handed it back to your youngest. The comfortable silence returned, the sound of spoons hitting against bowls being the only thing heard. The silence was quickly broken by a surprising question from your oldest, one you were now in earshot to hear.

“Daddy why do you love mommy so much?” the child questioned, throwing you and Tom off guard. You were about to bust them jokingly and tell them all to go to bed, but before you could the question was asked. You could see all of them from were you stood. Slightly behind the door frame,arms crossed in anticipation of Tom’s answer, and love for your family. You noticed Tom placed his unfinished bowl of ice cream down. He obviously was taking this question very seriously.

“I love your mommy because she is perfect to me. She has a heart of gold, she is always treating people with kindness, and she never takes what she has for granted. Your mom is very intelligent, she..

“Daddy what does that mean?” questioned your youngest one, cutting Tom off. This made you chuckle lightly.

“It means she is very smart. Your mom is also very beautiful. I mean look at you two, you didn’t get all of your looks from me.” Tom joked, making the two children giggle.

“I could go on and on about how amazing your mother is, but then you two would be having your own kids by the time I’m done.”

“Do you love mommy even when she doesn’t let you have midnight snacks?” Your youngest asked.

“Now that is where I draw the line. No one comes in between my snacks and I !” Tom declared holding his spoon up proudly. You decided this was the perfect time to let your presence be known.

“Is that so? “ You questioned jokingly, keeping your arms folding and quirking a cheeky eyebrow in your husband’s direction. At your entrance all of them froze in astonishment. They all turned to you slowly, almost in fright. Tom looked to you with an apologetic smile, to which you quirked your eyebrow again. Before anyone could get a word out Tom surprised you all.

“Scatter!” He shouted grabbing his unfinished sundae and running off. Your tiny Hollands looked at you to see if you would do anything,but once you didn’t they followed their father’s lead. They also ran off with their bowls in different directions laughing hysterically. You just shook your head at your silly family but not without a smile on your face. You were about to run after them,but Tom came running back into the kitchen unexpectedly.

“Tessa I said scatter!” Tom exclaimed. Turns out he only came back for the spoon he left on the counter. Once he left you saw Tessa running after him with vanilla ice cream smeared across her face. You didn’t even see her when you walked into the kitchen only a few minutes ago.

“Not you too Tessa!” You screamed out in mock anguish, finally deciding to chase after your amazing family.

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! Sorry it took so long for me to post again, but school just started back for me and I was preparing for that. Feel free to let me know what you guys think! 

Lots of Love <3  

k so what about an rdj x teen daughter or something along those lines, and she doesn’t want/is self conscious about him coming to her school play bc he’s so good, and what if i let him down or something like that?? i love your writing and i just thought you would do great with this prompt

I’m Trying To Make You Proud (Robert Downey Jr x Daughter!Reader)

A/N: I may have changed it up a bit… anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic! Sorry, it took so long! 

Actors Masterlist

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Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1,920

Robert had was notified through a letter about your grades, he was concerned about it and even though Susan said she’d go for him, he refused to just sit at home about this. So, there he was. Sitting at the principal’s office, feeling as if he was a teen again, waiting to be scolded for no reason. Okay, maybe for some particular reason, but this time it felt like for no reason. He tried his best to remind himself that he wasn’t there for himself but for you and no matter the outcome of the meeting he was going to try his hardest to help you through whatever you were struggling with at school. 

“Mr. Downey!” He heard your principal say. 

Robert quickly stood up, shaking your principal’s hand, “please call me, Robert.” 

The principal smiled before taking a seat behind his desk, “Robert,” he repeated, Robert regretted having the principal call him by his first name because now it sure did feel like he was going to get in trouble. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I asked you to come to speak with me today.” 

Robert chuckled, “yes, and all this waiting has made me feel like I am a teen again, I hope I’m not getting detention for the spitballs I did in class,” Robert said causing the principal to laugh. 

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Can you write a blurb about being pregnant and david being so sweet to you 🥺🥺

I stood by the counter taking a picture of the sonogram to send to my mom while taking small bites of the carrot that I had in my hand.

“You ready baby?” David says walking behind me kissing my head and rubbing his hand on my tummy where the little bump was. I nodded to him pressing send.

“Are you sure about this? We don’t have to go, we can stay home and watch a movie” he said looking at me a bit worried.

I playfully rolled my eyes looking up at him kissing his cheek. “Yes davey of course. You need footage and we can’t be cooped up in the house for literally almost two weeks, And I’m sure your fans miss you. You do remember you have fans right?” I said.

“I knowwww, I just don’t want anything happening to you guys” he said with a pout. I look at him in awe and wrapped my arms around him and ran my hand through his soft curls behind his neck.

“Baby I promise we’ll be ok” he sighed and nodded his head pecking my lips.

I was already looking forward to smelling the fresh air. Of course I could’ve went to the backyard but it was different in the Tesla with the windows down and wind blowing through my hair.

David has been great ever since we both had found out I was pregnant around 12 weeks ago but sometimes he could be a little to protective, it’s gotten worse when my bump had finally start to show.

We pulled up to the bar where we had already seen zane puking outside. I chuckled unbuckling my seatbelt opening the door but david had gently pulled me back to make me look at him.

“If anything does happen and you don’t feel well say the words and we’ll leave ok?” He asked. I softly nodded and squeezed his hand.

It was good seeing everyone again especially the girls. They were so excited to see me but mostly the little bean.

“Sooo how is it! Being pregnant I mean” Erin slurs. I could tell that she was so much more than tipsy. Maybe even more drunk than zane.

“It’s great.... sometimes...but it’s not always great you know” I say laughing nervously. They laughed along agreeing then went on to Erin questioning when she’s gonna start having babies.

I smiled glancing at david. He was filming Heath doing something stupid and he looked so happy. I know that he’s happy with me being pregnant and such but sometimes my mind wondered if I’m just holding him back from his life and he just doesn’t see it then later on it being something he regretted.

I sighed focusing back on the conversation. During the conversation I started to feel really dizzy. It was humid in the bar and there were so many people the air had felt thick and musky. “Yn are you good?” Corinna asked me.

“Yeah Uh I think I just need some air” I said getting up and went outside to sit on the bench that was there.

“What’s going on Yn? Should I go get david?” She asked.

“No, not at all. I think I just needed a bit of air” I looked over at her but she wasn’t there. I sighed already knowing she did in fact go to find david.

I wiped my forehead disgusted at the amount of sweat I had just wiped off when I herd the door open. He looked at me with so much worry in his face I wondered what the hell corinna could’ve said him to make him that much worried.

“Baby what wrong? Are you ok? Is the baby ok?” He says next to me and put his hand on my back comforting me.

“I’m fine david we’re fine, it was getting to hot in there so I just needed a bit of air is all” I looked at him and all the worried left his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve came out here with you” he said pulling me closer to him.

“Because it’s not that big of a deal, and I didn’t wanna be in the way” I started picking at the lint that was on his shirt as I felt his glare on me.

He tilted my chin up to look at him and frowned “is that what you think? That you’d be in the way? Baby you guys always come first, and that’s never gonna change” I sighed trying so hard no to cry.

“Promise me you’ll never feel like that again” he said with his hand on my cheek. I nodded and let out a sniffle.

“Say it sweetheart” his thumb wiped away the tears that were now falling from my red puffy cheeks.

“I promise” I whispered. He smiled kissing my cheek and all over my face.

“I love you both so much” he said after kissing my nose.

“We love you too davey” he pulled me into a hug and let out a long sigh.

“Let’s go get some ice cream” he said laughing at how quickly my head shot up.

“Really!” He nodded pulling me up.

“What am I gonna do with you Mrs Dobrik”

Masterlist- Lost but Not Forgotten

Featuring: Robert Downey Jr. x Teen!Daughter!Reader and Avengers cast x Teen!Reader later on. 

You were adopted on your sixth birthday by your loving parents, Emilia and Jason. You’re finishing up junior year of high school with flying colors, you have a great friend and an even better family. Simple story, right?

Wrong.

You have these dreams, weird dreams with a man that looks eerily like you. You brush it off as nothing, just old memories of your biological family.

Then you’re assigned a research paper on anything that you want. You choose to research a cold case. Physical similarities are there: a malformed ear, birthmarks, and a striking resemblance to an aged-up composite sketch, as well an unclear information about your adoption make you uneasy. Uneasy enough to take action.

After that, your world comes crashing down.

You weren’t adopted. You were kidnapped. 

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten 

Chapter Eleven (??)

Chapter Twelve (??)

Chapter Thirteen (??)

Chapter Fourteen (??)

Chapter Fifteen (??)

Chapter Sixteen (??)

Epilogue (??) 

This may change as I am still editing this fic. It was also inspired by @afictionaladventure16‘s fic entitled Safe and Sound. 

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Meant To Be - Harry Styles

i am a WHORE for singledad!harry 🤩 3k

Just like nearly all of the other boys in the band, Harry fell right in line and became a father shortly after the release of his first album. He couldn’t have been more excited, being a dad has always been something he craved. The only thing he would change would be the fact that he wished it happened out of love, rather than a one night stand with a woman who would give up full custody only eight days after their son was born.

She was young, not ready for motherhood and definitely not ready to deal with being the mother of Harry Styles’ child, and that Harry couldn’t blame her for that. Even though he would never understand how anyone could leave a part of themselves. How someone could give up their own child.

So for a while Harry took a break from the public and raised his son. His fans were understanding of the break, just waiting for the day he would come back to them. He was alone, but never really. He always had the help of Anne and Gemma, not to mention all of the close friends who wanted to steal away little Sawyer who was truly a mini Harry. A mess of loose brown curls that were impossible to tame.

Sawyer was nearly three when Y/n came into their lives. She was soft and warm, and both boys were quick to fall. Anne introduced them, she had come across Y/n at her grocery store.

“Harry, you just have to meet her.” Anne gushed, following Harry around her living room as he picks up toys that had been littered throughout her house.

“Mum, I don’t think I need you setting me up. I’m not looking for anything right now.” Harry tried explaining, he was tired about his mother talking about this woman that she had encountered and befriended.

“You guys are meant to be!”

“Mum-”

“Trust me on this one, when I met her I just had this gut feeling.”

“What d’ya mean?” Harry asks, finally pausing to look at her.

“Like she’s going to be family one day.”

Harry didn’t have time for dating, not while raising his son and still finding time to write music. He would love to share his life with someone other than Sawyer, but he didn’t need it.

He wasn’t surprised even slightly when he came down for breakfast with Sawyer tucked on his hip to find out that Y/n would be joining them for lunch. His mother wouldn’t miss the opportunity of him staying with her. She was taking advantage of Harry making a week-long trip north to visit.

Lunch came fast and Sawyer was just getting up from his nap when Y/n knocked on the door.

“Y/n! C’mon in!” Anne ushered her straight through the front door.

“Your home is lovely.”

Harry heard her voice before he caught a glimpse and it would be a lie to say that his heart didn’t skip a beat when he rounded the corner and saw her for the first time.

She was talking enthusiastically with Anne that had something to do with the paint in the entryway. His mother had mentioned something about her being an interior designer. He didn’t even have to exchange words with the girl to know what his mom was talking about. He had the same feeling that she had, this girl was different.

“Hi!” His typically shy boy says loudly, revealing to both of the women that he was standing there.

Y/n turns to face them, a warm grin already gracing her face.

“And you must be Sawyer.”

Sawyer nods, turning back to his shy roots. He ducks his head back against Harry’s neck to hide away a little.

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” She greets, introducing herself to both of them now.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” Harry smiles.

“Likewise.”

After that they moved onto lunch in Anne’s garden. The conversation was overflowing, Harry had never felt to at ease talking with someone, especially not after having Sawyer.

Anne was all too proud to say ‘I told you so’ to Harry as soon as she shut the door behind Y/n. It was impossible to miss the connection they shared, and if that wasn’t enough she caught them exchanging phone numbers towards the end of their day.

They moved quickly after that, texting, calling, and facetiming as often as they could which lead to dates. Only a month after meeting each other Harry asked her to be his girlfriend. She was happy to say yes, and just thankful to be exclusive with the boy who had taken over her heart and mind the past few weeks.

So for months they dated, things going better than any other relationship they had ever been in. Harry loved her for everything that made her Y/n. For the way she treated Sawyer and respected their relationship.

It was only seven months into their relationship when Harry decided that he was going to  propose, he wanted Y/n to be his wife as soon as possible. He knew after the third date that he wanted to keep her around, but it was a cold day in London when he knew for sure that she would forever be family to himself and Sawyer.

Sawyer was on day two of his cold, he finally had medication but he was still having trouble with his cough and couldn’t always breath. Harry was worried, but he had been through the flu and colds with Sawyer before. Y/n hadn’t and she had been more than attentive at the doctor’s office. Harry couldn’t help, but smile over her concern and her many many questions.

She settled once they got home and meds that could help.

“I hate feeling helpless like this.” Y/n mutters as she takes the kettle off so that both her and Harry could have some tea.

“You’re not helpless, love.” Harry reassures, “Kids get sick.”

“I know.” She sighs.

She lets out a yawn as she brings over a mug to Harry at the counter. Harry presses a kiss to her temple as a thank you. They were both tired, checking in on Sawyer last night a little, making sure that he was still breathing. Y/n spent the night, like she always does. Rarely does she leave the Styles home these days.

Y/n whips up some dinner for them, earlier than they would normally, but they all need their sleep. After they’ve all filled their bellies with a sufficient amount of pasta Harry gives Sawyer a bath while Y/n cleans up their dishes.

“Daddy, I want Y/n to pick out my pajamas.”

Harry pauses drying off his son, pleasantly surprised by his request. Sawyer likes Y/n, more than most, but the bond that the father and son had was tough to ever beat. Anything that he could get from his father, that’s the way he wanted it.

“Y/n, you’re being requested.” Harry yells just loud enough for her to hear downstairs.

“What can I do for my boys.” She leans against the doorway to the bathroom, a smile on her face.

Harry gives his boy a nudge to ask her himself.

“Will you pick out my pajamas tonight?”

“I would love to.” Y/n grins, “Lets go little man.”

Harry watches from the floor as they take off together for Sawyer’s room. He listens to them talk softly in the next room for a while before he drains the tub and puts away all of the toys. Once he’s cleaned up a bit he comes in to see Sawyer tucked in his bed, Y/n sitting on the edge. She’s just given him his night medication to help him sleep.

“Goodnight, Soy.” She presses a kiss to his forehead, Sawyer smiling at his nickname.

She gets up from the bed and notices Harry watching them from the doorway. She pats him on the shoulder as she walks out, giving them space to talk a little and say goodnight to each other. By the time Harry comes back to their room Y/n is sitting up against the headboard, rubbing in a lotion over her arms.

“Is he out?” She asks, looking up.

“Yeah, I think that medicine knocked him out. I just hope he can sleep through the night tonight.” Harry sighs, he lets himself fall on the bed. Y/n reaches out a hand to lightly rub his back. They stay like that for a few minutes until Harry gets up to turn off the lights and take off his clothes to sleep. The pair fall asleep almost as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

It’s a few hours later when Harry can hear a soft voice, it’s enough to pull him out of his deep sleep and open his eyes. The door to his bedroom is open and the light is on in the hall.

“Daddy.” Sawyer whispers, grabbing his attention, Harry looks down to see his son standing at the edge of his bed.

“Hey, what’re you doing up?” Harry sits up, wiping at his eyes.

“My throat hurts.” Sawyer barks out a few coughs.

“Alright, let’s get you some more medicine.” Harry checks the time to make sure he can give him another dose before grabbing it off of his night stand.

“Can I lay with Y/n?” Sawyer asks after having taken his medicine and drinking some more water. His request shocks Harry, but he couldn’t blame the boy for wanting to crawl right in bed with them while feeling ill.

“She’s asleep right now, could you settle for me?”

Slowly tears start to fill Sawyer’s eyes. Not that he doesn’t have love for his father, but with feeling sick all he wants is to be in her arms. No one could tell you why, but something about being in Y/n’s arms had a powerful calm to them.  

Harry looks over to see his girlfriend sleeping peacefully next to him. Sawyer simply raises his arms to be lifted into the bed which Harry obliges. Sawyer crawls over Harry’s lap and lads on the edge of Y/n’s hair making Harry wince.

“Y/n.” Sawyer whispers loudly.

She stirs and turns over to face them, surprised to be face to face with the little three year old rather than her own boyfriend.

“Hi lovey, how’re you feeling?” She asks, walking up a little more with each second so she can look at the teary eyed boy. He looks exhausted and it breaks Y/n’s heart.

“Hold me?” Sawyer asks simply.

Y/n lifts up the covers and opens her arms for him. She doesn’t even flinch as he openly coughs into her neck where he settles his head. Y/n lays on her back and wraps her arms around the boy, pulling the covers back up over them.

She rubs her hand up and down his small back, finally looking over to see Harry watching them.

“Did you give him some more meds?” Y/n asks softly, Harry nods and settles back in a little. It looks like this is how they’re staying for the night.

Every once in a while Sawyer coughs to break the silence in the room, Y/n never stops slowly rubbing his back. Or pushing the curls off of his forehead to press a soft kiss. She’s kicked off their blanket, growing too hot under all the close contact but never wavering in holding his son. Harry’s heart is nearly bursting at the seams at the sight.

“Marry me.” Harry’s voice a whisper soft enough just for him and Y/n to hear. He had been thinking about it all night, not to mention the weeks or months that he’s known her. Tonight has only confirmed what he already knew. Y/n looks over at him, noticing that he hasn’t changed positions and stays on his side to watch over his two favorite people.

“We don’t even live together.” She laughs, not taking his words for more than anything other than a lack of sleep.

“You take up over half of my closet now, love. You check back in on your apartment once a month practically to restock. Sawyer thinks you live here.” Harry looks down at his boy who he knows for a fact, if tonight has proven anything, it’s that he wants Y/n to be just as much a part of his life as Harry.

“Are you crazy?” Y/n turns to fully look at him now, taking in how serious he is being. It’s only been a few months, he can’t be serious.

“Y/n I could’ve proposed the moment you walked through my mother’s front door. I knew then and she knew before we even met.” Harry reaches out to tuck a strand back off her forehead behind her ear, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes, even once you take it back in the morning once you’re no longer suffering from sleep deprivation.” She teases, still running her hand over Sawyer‘s back.

“Stay right there.” Harry throws off the covers, careful to not wake up Sawyer.

Y/n’s eyes follow him as he walks over to his dresser and digs around in the drawer closest to the bottom. She’s beyond confused until he lets out a soft cheer and comes back to the bed. A small black velvet box in hand.

Now Y/n realizes how very serious he is being. She didn’t think Harry would throw marriage around lightly, but they haven’t been together long. She would be lying if she didn’t say that she pictured the rest of her life with these boys.

A little black box which she’s ninety percent sure doesn’t contain earrings.

“I bought this with my Mum after our third real date. Before I even asked you to be my girl technically, I was afraid to jump the gun. So instead I made an investment, I didn’t know when, but I knew someday you would get this ring. I knew it then as much as I know it now that we are meant to be.”

He pauses to clear his throat, “Y/n let me ask one more time, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She sighs happily, Harry kneels on the bed, crawling back over to her. She finally pulls her hand away from Sawyer so he could slide the ring on.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She shifts a little more so her and Sawyer are a little more tucked into Harry’s side. All three of them cuddled up together.

“S’pretty.” She holds out her hand, looking at it shine in the moonlight.

“Picked it just for you.”

Slowly after that they all manage to drift off to sleep once again. Harry couldn’t wipe the grin off his face even if he wanted to. They manage to sleep in until late morning, finally Sawyer ends up stepping on Harry, successfully waking him up.

“I want breakfast.” Sawyer says.

“Alright let’s go.” He pulls him off the bed and they make their way down to the kitchen. Harry has managed to make pancakes, eggs, and fresh orange juice by the time Y/n makes it downstairs.

“You want to take this back?” She holds up her hand to show off the large ring that now adorns it.

“Not even slightly, do you?” He looks back to her across the kitchen island.

She shakes her head, a wide smile now gracing her face. She walks over and presses a long kiss against his lips. She had been afraid that it was all a dream. It couldn’t be real that she could be this lucky to be asked into such a blessing of a family.

“Y/n!” Sawyer yells loudly from his chair at the table, “Guess what?”

“What?” She asks back with just as much enthusiasm, breaking away from her little bubble of Harry.

“You have healing hands!” He grins showing off his teeth.

“I do?” She walks over to sit beside him.

“Yeah, I don’t even feel sick anymore! Isn’t that right, Dad?”

“I think it is, buddy.” Harry smiles, bringing over a plate to Y/n.

“Really? And we’re sure that the medicine didn’t have anything to do with it?” She looks around at the boys. Giving Harry a smirk.

“NO!” Sawyer quickly shuts down, “I didn’t feel better until I came to sleep with you guys.”

“Ahh, healing hands it is then.” Y/n presses a kiss to the top of his head as she gets up to trade in her orange juice for some coffee.

Anne and Gemma let themselves in, eager to check in on their favorite grandson/nephew and see how he’s doing.

“Good morning!” All heads snap in the direction to see who’s arrived.

“Grandma!” Sawyer gets off his chair to race over to them, “Auntie Gem!”

“How are you feeling, love?” Anne asks, kneeling down to his height.

“I’m all better!” He cheers, causing everyone to laugh at his enthusiasm.

“You’re all better?” Gemma asks, stealing a hug from the boy.

“Yeah, and guess what! Y/n has healing hands!” He answers before giving anyone the chance to answer, not that ‘healing hands’ would’ve been at the top of the list.

“Does she now?” Anne asks, walking over to the table to join us.

“Yeah, you have to feel them!” Sawyer insists, “She gives the best hugs too.”

“Oi, what about my hugs?” Harry interrupts, grabbing his son to tickle his sides. Laughter filling the entire room.

“I think I need one of those hugs.” Anne laughs.

Y/n happily gets up from her spot to pull Anne in for a hug. She could hug this woman forever, being a second mom to her truly and the sole reason she met the love of her life.

“I think I know what you mean, Sawyer. She’s got some magic in her.”

“Let me see those healing hands.” Gemma teases, coming over.

I roll my eyes before holding out my hands for her. Gemma just as easily becoming a hugely important part of Y/n’s life.

“Holy shit.” She mutters, taking Y/n’s left hand in hers.

“Language, Gemma.” Anne says, reminding her off the impressionable three year old two feet away. “I swear sometimes you forget who you’re with-”

“When did you two get engaged?”