Summary: You meet up with your potential Sugar Daddy and get more than you were prepared for 🌟
You sense him before your eyes can even find him, he’s always had a way of making a room feel smaller by just stepping into it causing everyone’s focus to pull in his direction even when it’s the last thing he wants. Now normally you wouldn’t mind seeing him, you’d actually be excited to see him since he’s one of your bestfriends and someone who can make you feel an immense amount of happiness by simply listening to him talk about whatever random hobby he’s obsessing over at the moment. But right now Harry Styles is the last person you want to be around as you step inside the coffee shop that’s too dimly lit in your opinion for being near seven at night.
You do your best to swallow down any remaining nerves as you walk up to the counter, ignoring the man that’s tucked into an armchair in the corner with his phone in his hand. As you scan the menu trying to decide between a hot latte or an iced coffee you feel the presence of someone standing behind you, when you take a step forward giving the man behind the counter a smile they return it before you watch their eyes look slightly above your head before looking back at you. Just as you open your mouth to tell him what you want you feel a familiar weight on your shoulder as a hand gives it a gentle squeeze.
“She’ll have an iced vanilla latte.” Harry says with a smile as he moves so he’s now standing next to you, his hand falling from your shoulder down to your lower back to guide you forward. “Muffin or no? I’m not sure what you like with your evening coffee.” He asks as he looks over at you with a quirked brow and before you can tell him you don’t want anything he is looking away from you and back at the man behind the counter. “One blueberry muffin as well please.” You want to roll your eyes at how he doesn’t even let you answer but right now you’re too busy trying to process what exactly he’s doing here.
“Harry.” At the sound of your voice he turns to look at you after pulling you to the side to wait for your order to be ready. “What-”
“Why are you having coffee so late in the day?” He asks as if he is just now realizing what he ordered for you not even two minutes ago. You just stare at him for a moment and let the idea that this whole thing is nothing more than a dream briefly float through your mind, because the more you think about it the more none of this makes sense. Harry isn’t supposed to be in the city right now let alone in this coffee shop you’ve never even heard of an hour before it’s due to close.
“What are you doing here?”
“Having coffee.” He answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I should’ve gotten you a decaf. You’re going to be up all night.” He mumbles as he turns to grab your iced latte and muffin from the nice man behind the counter.
“It’s Friday I’m allowed to be up a little late.” You argue as he walks over to the chair and table you saw him sitting in when you arrived, leaving you no choice but to follow him.
“How can you eat a muffin when it’s dark outside?” You roll your eyes as he hands you the baked good after you take a seat in the leather chair next to his. “Should be a law against it or something.”
“Harry what are you doing here?” You ask again as you take your drink from him. “And not just here in this coffee shop but here like in California because aren’t you supposed to be in New York until-”
“I came home early.” He answers with a shrug as he leans back into his seat. “And I was just in the area and saw this place and it-”
“You were in the area?” You know he’s lying by the way he avoids your eyes, opting to give you a nod as he looks down at his black trousers picking off a few random pieces of lint that’s stuck to them. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home early?” You ask between sips of your coffee and it’s not until he lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair that your eyes take in his full appearance, you feel the color drain from your face when you land on the red rose he has tucked into the front pocket of his black suit jacket that’s over a simple white tank top making it a appear slightly more casual than dressy.
“It was a spur of the moment thing I was going to-what’s wrong? Why do you look like you’re about to pass out?”
“You-you have a rose in your pocket wh-why do you have a rose?” Harry looks down at the single rose in his pocket and then back at you with confusion etched on his face.
“Uh because I like roses just like everyone else? No one’s ever upset with roses.” That answer has your mind flashing back to a message you received earlier this morning from a man you were set to meet in this very coffee shop in just a few minutes.
“I like roses, no one is ever disappointed when they get roses.”
“Edward?” You watch Harry’s whole body stiffen as you whisper the name of the man you’ve been messaging with for a little over a week, the name of the man you met after mindlessly filling out a profile on a website at an obscenely early hour while taking a break from out job applications and emailing staffing agencies your resume.
“Wh-who who is Edward?” You close your eyes as Harry’s face goes bright pink automatically telling you exactly what you already were starting to piece together.
Harry is Edward.
“This isn’t happening.” You mumble as you take a few deep breaths and open your eyes so you can place your coffee down on the table between your chair and Harry’s. “This can’t be happening.” You feel your heart beating rapidly as you begin to remember all the things you and the man you assumed to be a stranger discussed after matching on the only slightly sketchy website that was designed to help potential sugar daddies meet with people interested in exploring that type of lifestyle.
“Can you explain to me what’s not happening? I-I don’t know what’s going on.” Harry says as he leans forward so his forearms are resting on the tops of his knees.
“Harry.” You say his name with an annoyed sigh and send him a glare. “You know exactly what’s happening don’t act dumb.”
“I’m flattered you think this is just me flexing my acting abilities but I really have no clue what’s going on.” The look he gives you tells you otherwise, his eyes are practically begging you to just go along with what he’s saying as they stare into yours and you wish you could but you have questions that you need answered before you can even begin to try to move on from this.
“You’re Edward the man I met on the internet who I was going to meet here for coffee to discuss things with and I know you’re him because he told me he was going to be wearing a rose so I’d know who he was.”
“You were going to meet some strange man off the internet in a coffee shop?” His voice has no playfulness as he stares at you with wide eyes. “What if he was a serial killer or some perverted freak ready to kidnap you?”
“Well luckily he’s none of those things he’s just an annoying green eyed man who thinks I shouldn’t have caffeine so late at night.”
“You shouldn’t.” He says as he motions to the coffee on the table. “That thing is gonna have you up till dawn.” You continue to glare at him as you cross your arms over your chest.
“You’re missing the point Harry.”
“And what is the point exactly?”
“You-” you let out a sigh as you contemplate what you’re about to say. “You want to be my sugar daddy.” Your words have him sitting up straight and clearing his throat as he looks around the nearly empty coffee shop.
“I uhm well-wait a minute you said you didn’t have a job? When did that happen or was that just to seem more appealing?”
“Is being jobless an added appeal for that sort of relationship?” You question making Harry shrug while running a hand through his hair.
“I don’t know I’ve never been in that sort of relationship before.” He explains making you nod. “Are you really not working right now?” You bite down on your bottom lip as you look away from him, embarrassed that this is the way your bestfriend is finding out about your recent setback.
“I got fired.”
“From that shitty company? I’ll buy it and dismantle it bit by bit if you’d like? You know I’ve always hated your boss. Man’s eyes were never on your face they were always glued to your-”
“You can’t buy the company Harry.”
“Okay but what about beating up-”
“You can’t even beat up Niall what makes you think you’d be able to beat up my old boss?” You say with a laugh that makes Harry scoff as he reaches over for your latte so he can take a sip.
“It’s rude to bully the disabled and that includes Niall and his wonky knees.” He answers as he places your coffee down. “But really Jason is an asshole and I’m glad you don’t have to deal with him anymore even if it does make you-”
“Need a sugar daddy?” You say cutting him off making him shoot you a glare. “What? It’s just the truth and-can I ask why aren’t you more freaked out right now? I’m still in shock that it’s you I matched with but-but you’re just sitting there unbothered.” This just makes Harry laugh as he gives you a shrug.
“I mean trust me I’m shocked it’s you as well but honestly,” He pauses and looks at you with a small almost shy smile. “I’m sort of relieved it’s someone I know because-”
“Because I’m not a perverted weirdo serial killer trying to kidnap you?”
“Exactly.” He says as he watches you take a bite out of your muffin. “You know we can both just walk out of this coffee shop and act like this never happened right? We don’t need to-discuss anything. It’s fine.” You shake your head as you take a sip of your coffee to wash down the bite of muffin you just ate.
“That’s not true we’d never really be able to act like this didn’t happen.” Harry just gives you a small nod because he agrees, it would be hard to fully act like the two of you didn’t match on a sugar daddy website and then message each other about the things you’re both looking for and most importantly what you’re both comfortable with. “And besides I uhm-well bills are still due. The world doesn’t stop asking me for money just because I’m jobless.”
“So what are you saying?” He asks wanting to make sure he has a firm understanding of what it is you’re telling him. You let out a sigh as you stand up and grab your latte and muffin off the table before looking at him.
“I’m saying we should move this conversation somewhere more private so we can iron out the details of how exactly you want me to earn my rent money.” Harry rolls his eyes at your comment about earning your rent money as he stands up and slides a hand into his pocket to grab his car keys.
“Can I just ask you something?” Harry nods as he tosses his jacket into the backseat of his car that’s parked a few blocks away from the coffee shop the two of you were just at a few minutes ago. “You’re Harry Styles you can have anyone you want you know that right? You don’t need to make a profile under a fake name to get someone to spend your money on.” Harry lets out a laugh as you get comfortable in the passenger seat, placing your coffee in the cup holder before turning your body so you can look at him better.
“I’m not looking for someone to just spend my money on.” He answers as you break off a piece of your muffin, trying your best not to make a mess since you know he just got this car a few months ago because you went with him to test drive it as if you know anything about cars other than they help you get places quicker than walking or taking the bus.
“Tell me what you want out of this then.” You encourage with a smile when his eyes glance over to you as you break off another piece of your muffin.
“I want to be the person that makes someone’s life easier.” You watch him look down at his hands that are in his lap, messing with the ring on his index finger on his right hand. “A big part of that is obviously taking care of bills and paying for things but I want to be the person that makes someone feel like they don’t have to worry about anything when they’re around me because they know I’ll uhm- I’ll take care of them.” You have to swallow down your emotions as Harry confides in you exactly what he’s hoping to get out of a possible sugar daddy relationship.
“You want to be someone’s safe space.” He turns his head to look at you with a shrug, you smile and reach over with your free hand so you can place it on his forearm.
“I guess so.” He says with a chuckle as you give his arm a squeeze. “I have the time to devote to this uh relationship so that’s why I just made the profile a few weeks ago.” He explains as you finish off your muffin making him shake his head as he reaches over and cups the side of your face so he can wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb, your eyes widen a bit at how the usually very normal interaction has you hyper focused on how warm his hand is as it rests on your cheek. “Messy little thing.” He teases but when he goes to move his hand away from your face you bring yours that was on his forearm up and wrap it around his wrist making his palm stay cupping your cheek.
“We should kiss.” You state making Harry’s eyebrows rise in surprise at how blunt your words are. “We should kiss to get it out of the way because if you suck at kissing then there’s no reason to even begin discussing the-”
“Excuse me if I suck at kissing? What if it’s you that sucks at kissing?”
“Oh please I’m a great kisser. Ask Zayn.”
“That’s a bit bold- wait ask who?” Before he can ask anymore questions you place a hand on his chest and pull his face towards yours by the soft material of his tank top. It only takes a second before Harry’s brain begins to process what’s happening, his lips slowly move against yours letting you to feel how soft they are as his hand on your cheek pulls you closer so the two of you are leaned over the center console.
His hand slides into your hair as yours moves to the back of his neck as he deepens the kiss, your mouths start to move together more urgently as you feel him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip as if asking for permission. You eagerly allow him access, having to fight the urge to completely melt into him when you feel him ever so slightly tighten his grip in your hair. When you hear him let out the smallest moan you slide your hand from the back of his neck to the front of his chest, gently pulling away from him.
“Okay.” You say breathlessly as Harry removes his hand from your hair and sits back in his seat trying to catch his breath. “I uhm think we are good with the uh-uhm what- what was I saying?” Harry lets out a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair.
“I think you were about to tell me I’m a great kisser.”
“No. Definitely wasn’t going to say that.”
“Fine but I know you enjoyed it.” He teases with a smirk making you roll your eyes as you get comfortable in your seat.
“So let’s get down to business shall we?” Harry looks at you with a quirked brow as clear your throat before looking over at him. “What would you like from me in return for-”
“I thought we talked about all that already?”
“I talked to Edward about that yes but I’m just checking if any of that has changed since well-now it’s me and you discussing it.”
“Nothing has changed.” He answers making you bite the inside of your cheek as you start to go through your mental list of things Harry had said he was looking for out of his sugar baby. “Of course you can take things off the table if they aren’t what you’re wanting to do since now you uhm know it’s me that you’d be doing them with.”
“God we are two adults why are we being so weird about this?” You ask with a laugh as you place your hands over your face to hide your pink cheeks. Harry just laughs along with you as he runs a hand over his face.
“Because it’s sometimes easier to talk about sex with a stranger than it is your bestfriend.”
“It shouldn’t be.” You huff as you place your hands in your lap. “I mean you just had your tongue down my throat so talking about blowjobs and-”
“I never mentioned blowjobs.”
“Oh sorry-what was it you said? Semi public stuff? I just assumed that meant blowjobs.”
“It can include blowjobs and handjobs or even over the panties teasing but I just never explicitly said anything about blowjobs.”
“Okay so what are blowjobs my choice? If I want to give you one then that’s fine but you won’t ever make me-”
“Everything we do will be your choice. You can always say no if you don’t want to do something.”
“But then how will I earn my rent being paid and my other bills getting taken care of?”
“By spending time with me.” You try to let his words sink in as he reaches over and grabs one of your hands. “Let me take care of you-that’s what I want in return for paying your rent at that tiny little condo of yours okay? Just come with me to a few events I have lined up over the next few months and-”
“Give you handjobs?”
“I mean your rent is worth at least a handjob and maybe some over the shirt boob grabs.” He tries his best to lighten the mood but he knows he’s failing when you bite down on your bottom lip for a moment before speaking again.
“How do you want this to work? For every swipe of your card you get something or is it just for certain things?”
“You’re overthinking this.” He says with a soft smile as he brings your hand into his lap. “It’s not that transactional okay? I will take care of you in anyway you need and then maybe you’ll want to take care of me in return down the line. But my pleasure will come from knowing your life is easier because of me.”
“You really are a narcissist.” You mumble making him laugh. “I uhm know you mentioned you like to be in control does that just mean in the uh-bedroom?” You feel your cheeks get hot as the question leaves your mouth.
“No I meant it in a sense that you won’t have to think about things like where to eat for dinner or what to order. I’ll have it all taken care of so you don’t have to worry about things when you’re with me.”
“Oh that-that sounds nice.”
“But it can cross over into the bedroom but we can talk about that later.”
“How do we keep this from making things weird?”
“We just keep things separate.” He tells you with a squeeze of your hand. “When we are just hanging out as friends we can just be how we normally are with each other.” He explains making you nod as he leans towards you over the console. “But then when I ask you to events and to spend time with me as my-muffin then we will act accordingly does that make sense?” His eyes flicker down to your mouth and then back up to your eyes as the petname slips past his lips.
“Muffin? Really?”
“It’s one of the first things you let me buy you so it’s fitting.” He answers with a smirk making you roll your eyes.
“That’s the code word then? For when we aren’t together as friends but as something else?” He just nods as he leans in closer so the tip of his nose is almost touching yours.
“Does that work for you?”
“Yes.” You answer as you swallow thickly making him smile as he lets go of your hand so he can reach over and brush some hair out of your face.
“Good.” He says as he leans back into his seat, you have to fight off the urge to pull him back towards you. “Now do you want to go over what you need-”
“This is just temporary right? Until I find a job?” You ask all of a sudden feeling a surge of uneasy at the idea that Harry might have to pay for your life for more than a few months. Harry, being your bestfriend immediately picks up on your change in mood and gives you a soft smile and puts his hand on your knee.
“It’s for however long you want it to be I’m not going to make you sign a contract or anything this isn’t fifty shades.” He says with a chuckle making you let out a small sigh of relief but Harry knows you’re not totally convinced so he gives your knee a soft squeeze. “You’re in control of when this ends and what you want me to take care of for you okay? I don’t need to see how much or what I’m paying for if you want to just use my card that’s fine it’s really up to you.”
“You’ll just give me your card?”
“I’ve let you use it before so it’s not a big deal.” He answers with a shrug. “I trust you.” He adds as his eyes lock with yours.
“If I use your card won’t you see what the charges are?”
“No? That’s what accountants are for.”
“God you’re so rich it’s almost annoying.”
“We both know it’s not my money that makes me annoying.” You let out a soft laugh as his hand moves up to your thigh. “Can I ask you something?” His tone is soft as his thumb brushes over the material of your jeans.
“No I’m not calling you daddy we already talked about that.” You tell him firmly making him laugh.
“I know this isn’t about that I just-why didn’t you tell me you lost your job?” You look down at his hand on your thigh and let out a sigh.
“I didn’t want you to worry about me so I was just going to tell you when I landed something else but it’s just-it’s taking longer than I thought it would.” You feel his hand give your leg a squeeze as you slowly turn your head to look at him, his eyes are a light shade of green and the smile on his face is one you’ve seen hundreds of times, it’s the smile he gives you that lets you know he’s listening and he understands.
“I always worry about you. But I know you like being independent so I get why you wouldn’t tell me. But you-you know I’m always here for you right? If you ever need anything.”
“So much for being independent I’m about to let you pay my rent and my cellphone bill.” He gives you a look that has you placing a hand over his that’s still resting on your thigh. “But I know you’re always there if I ever need you and I’m sorry you had to find out about me getting fired like this.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” He says reassuring you making you just nod. “I’ll have a card for you tomorrow that you can use on whatever you need.”
“Do I have like a weekly limit or something?”
“Uh do-do you need a weekly limit?”
“I don’t know? In the movies they get like an allowance of some sort and if they need more they have to uh earn it in some-someway.”
“What kind of bad porn have you been watching? No you don’t have an allowance just spend what you need and then make sure you’re also using it on things you want.”
“What do you mean use it on things I want? Like I want my rent paid so does that count?” You question making Harry give you a playful glare as you mess with a ring on his hand that’s on your leg.
“No that doesn’t count. If you have issues spending money on things you want that’s fine I’ll just buy stuff for you.” Your eyes go wide making him stare at you with a questioning look. “What? I know what you like it’s not as if we’ve never been shopping before.”
“You can’t just buy me random things Harry.”
“Uh yeah-yeah I can it’s part of the whole having money and wanting to spoil someone thing.” He tells you making you glare at him.
“Harry that’s-” before you can finish complaining about him wanting to buy you things that you don’t need he leans over and places his free hand on the side of your face, his thumb pressing against your lips effectively stopping you from talking.
“Now muffin you can’t tell me how to spend my own money.” His voice has an edge to it that you’re not used to hearing as he leans over, his grip on your thigh tightening just a bit. “That’s not for you to worry about understood?” All you can do is nod as you watch him lean in closer so his lips are right next to your ear. “Good.” Is all he says before he places a very quick kiss to the side of your neck, sending chills down your spine as his thumb moves so it’s under your chin.
It’s as if everything happens in slow motion, one moment he’s just starting into your eyes with his hand on your cheek and then he’s leaning in until his lips are on yours and his tongue is slipping into your mouth while your hands find their way into his hair. You feel a surge of something go through you as his hand on your thigh starts to slide further up, but before they make it to the waistband of your jeans you lean in deepening the kiss as you remove one of your hands from his hair and slide it down his chest to the button on his trousers.
His lips travel down your jaw to your neck, feeling him let out a soft moan when you place your hand over his hardened length that’s being restricted by his pants. When you begin to mess with the button, trying to undo it with one hand Harry lifts his face from the comfort of the crook of your neck so he can look at you.
“You don’t-”
“I want to.” You answer cutting him off by placing your lips on his for a quick kiss before pulling away. “Need to see if I’m any good at this before you waste your money.” Harry lets out a scoff that’s followed by a sigh when you finally get his button and zipper undone.
“I wouldn’t be- fuck.” He mumbles as he closes his eyes as you push his pants down just enough to free his now painfully hard shaft letting you wrap your hand around him. “You’d never be a waste of money- oh god.” He pants as he leans his head back against the headrest, his hand sliding over your jean covered center so he can press his thumb over your sensitive bud causing your hips to jerk.
“I see why you’re so full of yourself.” You playfully tease as your eyes take in the sight of him, while you’ve known him for years you’ve never once seen him completely naked but you could always tell by the way some of his shorts or pants fit that he was larger than average. Harry lets out a breathy laugh as you give him a slow pump with your hand.
“Yeah? Do you want to be full of me?” His voice is deep with desire as his eyes look at your face while his thumb increases the pressure of the circles it’s rubbing over your jeans, you let out a soft gasp as you instinctively grind down on his hand.
“M-maybe another time.” Harry chuckles as you grind down against his hand matching the steady circles his thumb is rubbing on your clit.
“Fuck that feels good.” Harry groans his hips rising at your touch as you begin to stroke him slowly, teasingly at first enjoying the heat of him pulsing beneath your warm fingertips.
He moans as your thumb circles his sensitive tip spreading the slickness that gathered there, making your hand slide smoothly down his throbbing shaft. Harry’s breathing gets heavier as his hips thrust slightly into your hand as you quicken your pace. He matches your pace with his thumb making a moan erupt from deep in your chest when you feel your a wave of pleasure wash over you making you grind down harder onto his hand.
“God yes-just like that.” He rasps, his head falling back against the seat and his eyes closing in pleasure as you tighten your grip and begin stroking him faster. The car is filled with the sounds of Harry’s moans and the slickness of your hand pumping his hard shaft in determined quick motions. “Fuck-don’t stop.” His voice is thick and desperate as his hips buck uncontrollably into your hand.
“Faster Harry please.” You whine as you grind down onto his hand, Harry’s eyes open so he can look over at you while his thumb works quick circles over your clit and just as your mouth opens to let out a moan his lips crash into yours for a kiss that’s filled with nothing but need as you relentlessly stroke him until you feel him shudder under your touch as his warm release spills onto your hand.
“Fuck-shit.” He pants as he pulls away. “Need you to come for me muffin.” Your new petname has you letting out a moan as he nips and kisses down your jaw, his breath hot on your skin. “Make a mess in those pretty panties so you’ll think of me the whole walk home.” He whispers into your ear, his dirty words sending you over the edge as your hips roughly grind down against his hand and your head falls back and his name falls from your lips as you come undone.
The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, letting each other ride out the high and catch your breath. It’s not until you feel him place a little kiss to the spot below your ear before he pulls away from your neck that the reality of what just happened begins to hit. You let out a deep sigh as you rest your head on the headrest behind you, it’s a little unsettling how fine you feel with the fact your hand is still loosely wrapped around Harry as he gets his breathing under control, oddly you don’t feel disgusted or ashamed you just feel the floaty sensation and lingering tingles of your orgasm. And when you look over at Harry and see him staring at you with small smile on his face you know he feels the same.
“That was-”
“Amazing? Wonderful? Everything you’ve ever dreamed it would be?” You glare at him as he reaches over to the glove compartment to grab some tissues to begin cleaning himself and your hand up of any mess he made.
“What makes you think I’ve ever dreamed of this?” Harry shrugs as he tosses the dirty tissues into his backseat so he can toss them in the trash once he gets home.
“You talk in your sleep.” He answers as he tucks himself back into his pants, you stare at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks making him let out a laugh as he grabs your coffee so he can take a sip. “Don’t worry you’ve never said anything scandalous.”
“You’re so annoying.” You tell him as you give his arm a harsh swat with your hand. “Call me tomorrow before you come over because Zayn wants to have breakfast so I might not be home till the afternoon.” Harry just nods as you gather your purse before opening his passenger door so you can get out.
“Have you really kissed Zayn?” He asks as he leans over the console so he can hand you your coffee. You give him a shrug and a playful smirk as you take it from him.
“See you tomorrow Harry.” With that you close the door and begin your short walk home to your tiny little condo, trying your hardest to ignore the slightly uncomfortable wetness between your legs caused by your bestfriend who is now also your sugar daddy. You feel your phone vibrate in your purse, a smile spreads across your face when you read the message from Harry.
Text me when you get home and no more meeting strangers off the internet.
“This is gonna be fine.” You tell yourself as you slide your phone back into your purse, feeling confident that this new dynamic between the two of you won’t cause any issues with your friendship. But then your phone vibrates again making you pull it back out of your purse.
Oh and don’t worry muffin just send me the dry cleaning bill, hopefully those pretty panties aren’t ruined.
“He’s so annoying.” You mumble as your cheeks get hot and you slide your phone into your back pocket. “But it’s going to be fine. We will be fine.” You say with a determined nod, but you can’t help but have the nagging feeling in the pit of your tummy that everything is about to change you just aren’t sure if it’s for the better.
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CW: Pregnancy stuff, minor jealous Harry (him and Patrick have an issue lol), smut (fingering, thigh fucking and dirty talk).
Word Count: 5.8K
A/N: We are getting closer to the twins arriving and I’m so excited, there’s only 2 parts left after this! Also if you don’t want to read the smut just skip the last section, you won’t be missing any details just the spice!✨
Summary: Harry asks you a question, feelings are discussed and the two of you spend a day in bed✨
There’s a silence in your apartment that has you feeling on edge as you sit at your kitchen table rubbing your lips together as your mind begins to shuffle through all the check lists you have full of things you need to finish preparing and buy before the twins arrive. You flick your eyes over towards your kitchen where Harry is standing with a hand on your counter and the other holding a green apple that’s placed on the same cutting board he’s been using ever since he started making your juices months ago. You can tell by the way his eyes are looking straight ahead and not at the fruit in his hand that he is lost in his thoughts, probably thoughts very similar to the ones racing through your own mind so you just allow the silence to linger for a few minutes longer before you decide to break it.
“What’s the first thing on your list?” You ask as your hands rest on top of your very big pregnancy belly that has you not able to do much of anything without assistance these days. Harry blinks a few times before shaking his head as if to clear his mind before turning his head to look over at you.
“Sorry did-what did you ask me?” You let out a chuckle at his confused expression as his grip on the apple tightens ever so slightly.
“Your list of things you feel like you need to get done before the twins get here.” You look down at your belly and give it a gentle rub with both hands before looking back at him. “What’s the number one thing you-”
“Figure out where you’ll be staying once they’re here.”
“What do you mean? I’ll be staying here. In my house.”
“Okay.” You watch him as he carefully decides how he wants to articulate his next question as he lets go of the apple and turns around so he can lean his back against the counter. “And uh am I allowed to-uhm possibly also stay here with you?” He doesn’t look at you as he fumbles his way through asking the question, instead his eyes are glued to a spot on the tile floor near your refrigerator.
“Gee let me think about this.” You tilt your head to the side and tap your chin with your pointer finger as Harry lifts his head to look at you with a quirked brow at your playful tone because he is on the verge of a panic induced sweat while you seem very calm. “Can my boyfriend who also happens to be my baby daddy who doesn’t really let me get more then five feet away from him without him shouting my name to see where I’m at stay with me after our twins are born?” You question as you act as if you’re mulling the idea over in your mind but the slight upturn of your lips tells Harry you’re trying to hold off a smile and that can only mean one thing. “Yes Harry. Of course you can stay here because I’m sure as hell not going to your house right away with all those-”
“Stairs. I know love.” He says with a smile as he walks over to where you’re sat at the table. “I’d like to point out I let you get at least ten feet away from me before I’m shouting for you.” You roll your eyes as he holds his hands out for you to take so he can help you out of the chair.
“I was right behind you the other day and you shouted-”
“Baby I couldn’t see you I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.”
“You still shouted-in a library of all places.”
“It wasn’t even a real shout it was just a loud whisper.” You glare at him while his hands rub the sides of your belly as the two of you stand in the middle of your kitchen. “That lady didn’t need to be so mean about it.” The moment the words leave his mouth he knows he has royally messed up, so he just braces himself for you to let him have it as his hands continue to rub at your belly, lightly scratching it through the fabric of your t shirt since he knows you’ve been a bit itchy lately.
“That lady? You mean the librarian who was just trying to do her job of keeping it nice and peaceful in a place people come to read and learn?” You let out a huff as you swat his hands away from your bump making him frown at bit at the loss of contact. “You’re dating one of those ladies Harry and you’re lucky she just gave you a harsh shush and didn’t kick you out.” Harry knows you wish so badly that you could just storm off and leave him standing in the kitchen to think about what he just said but you can’t, you haven’t had your juice yet and you can’t exactly get around very easy and have been relying on Harry’s annoyingly toned arms for support so you’re stuck in the small space with him, annoyed and dangerously on the verge of becoming hangry.
“I’m sorry love it won’t happen again.”
“I would’ve kicked you out.” You mumble in a half annoyed and half serious tone, not ready to acknowledge his apology you keep your eyes focused on your bump making Harry bite down on his bottom lip in order to fight off the smile that wants to form on his face at your stubbornness. “And ban you from ever being able to step foot in any public library in the country.” You add making a scoff slip out of Harry’s mouth as he tries to sneak his hands back to the sides of your bump without you noticing.
“Now sweetheart that’s a bit much don’t you think?” You just shrug as you try to shove his hands away but this time he doesn’t let you, keeping them firmly on the sides of your belly making you huff in annoyance. “That would mean I’d never be able to bring you lunch at work or take the twins to story time or-”
“They wouldn’t be banned.” You correct him, finally looking him in his eyes that are a soft shade of green that has you wanting to let out a soft sigh but you don’t because there’s a point to be made here and you refuse to be distracted by his big dumb eyes. “Just you.” Harry lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Well good thing you weren’t the librarian on duty then.” You roll your eyes as he leans in, and when you go to turn your head so his lips land on your cheek he pauses. “Come on Cranky gimme a kiss so I can get back to making your juice before you get really upset.” You let out a sigh as you turn your head allowing him to press his lips against yours for a quick and sweet kiss.
“I really would’ve kicked you out.” You mumble with a small pout as he pulls away with a smile on his face.
“I know.” He states as he leans in to press his lips to your forehead. “I love you.” You freeze as the words slip past his lips making him immediately pull away and take a step back from you with wide eyes and red cheeks, embarrassed he just accidentally let those words tumble out of his mouth so easily.
“You-”
“I uhm I meant I love them like-the twins yeah yeah I uh love them.”
“That’s not what you meant and that’s so not okay to say in the middle of an argument Harry that’s-that’s cheating.”
“What? How is that cheating? This wasn’t even an argument?”
“If it wasn’t an argument then why were you apologizing?”
“Because that’s-uh well that’s a good question.” You stare at him as he runs a hand through his hair as you try to come to terms with the fact he just casually admitted he loves you while in the middle of your kitchen. “So maybe this was just a disagreement over how I handled a situation in the library and also for me rudely referring to the librarian as just some lady so-so that’s why I was apologizing.”
“But do you know you were wrong?”
“I know you feel like I was wrong. Yes.”
“Harry.”
“Okay fine. Yes I know I was wrong and that’s why I was apologizing. I shouldn’t have shouted in the library and I should have more respect for librarians because I just so happen to be in love with one.” You feel your eyes well up as a lump forms in your throat as Harry stares back at you with a hopeful expression on his face.
“Does your therapist know you’re a cheater as well as a narcissist?” Harry lets out a chuckle and shrugs a shoulder as he reaches his hand out to grab yours that’s resting on top of your bump.
“I’m sure he’s well aware of all my flaws but I’ll ask when I talk to him next week.”
“Good.” You feel his hand cup the side of your face just as the first few tears fall from your eyes. “You really love me?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not just saying that because you’re panicking over the fact we have five weeks until the twins are here and-and we haven’t even packed a hospital bag or-”
“Hey sweetheart look at me okay?” You swallow thickly as your eyes meet his. “I love you and I’m not telling you this because I’m in pre twin arrival induced panic.” He gives you a smile as you sniffle and try to blink back a new wave of tears. “I’m telling you this because it’s how I feel or- how I’ve felt ever since you let me take you on that horrible first date a month ago and you know I’ve always been bad with timing and-”
“I love you too Harry.” Your voice is watery and the tiniest bit squeaky as it cuts off his rambling but Harry doesn’t mind, all he can focus on is the fact you’re saying it back.
“Yeah? You’re not just saying that so I’ll go and make your juice?” He teases as a grin spreads across his face making his dimples pop out.
“No I’m saying it because it’s how I feel. Besides I can make my own juice.”
“You can?”
“Yes I’ve done it before.”
“What? When?” His eyebrow raise as he looks over at the relatively large knife resting on the cutting board next to the apple he left on it. “I don’t like the idea of you using knives when I’m not around. I know that sounds-”
“Harry.” He turns to look back over at you as you reach over and cup his face with both of your hands. “Don’t ruin the moment.” He smiles as you pull him down for a kiss as his hands fall to your hips.
“Won’t happen again love.”
“Oh I’m sure it will.” You joke as you give his cheeks a small squeeze before dropping your hands from his face. “Also that was quite a declaration of love you just made- have you been reading my romance novels?” You ask making him roll his eyes as he turns to head back into your kitchen.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You laugh as you watch him grab the knife and begin cutting up the apple.
“Whatever you say.” You stand there for a moment, looking over your shoulder to the chair you were just sat in and then through the doorway of your kitchen towards your couch.
“Harry can-” before you can finish your sentence Harry is by your side with his arm out for you to grab onto so you can begin walking towards the living room.
“Comfy?” He asks after helping you get situated on the couch. You just nod making him smile as Paris walks into the room causing his bell the jingle having woken up from his mid morning nap he no doubt took in his new favorite spot, the middle of the rug in the twin’s nursery.
“Paris your stepdad told me he loves me in the middle of an argument.” Harry playfully rolls his eyes as he leans over and presses his lips to the top of your head before turning to go back into the kitchen.
“Wasn’t an argument Paris it was a disagreement.” He corrects, Paris pauses to watch Harry disappear into the kitchen before he turns to walk over to where your feet are propped up on the coffee table with a pillow underneath them.
“Want to snuggle with your mom?” You asks the orange colored cat who just purrs as he leaps onto the couch and instantly plops down next to you so his back is firmly pressed against your hip. “Oh Paris things are about to get a little crazy around here.” You tell him with a sigh as the sound of Harry chopping fruit and the gentle purrs of your cat start to gently lull you to sleep.
This is something Harry has gotten quite used to, you just randomly dozing off for a quick Power Nap while he’s off doing something in another room. So he just smiles and places a kiss to your forehead when he walks back into the living room a few minutes later with your juice in one hand and a bowl of grapes in the other, not wanting to disturb your morning nap so he just puts your goodies on the table next to the armrest of the couch and picks up Paris so he can place him in his lap after sitting down next to you.
“Your mom loves me too mate so that means no more biting.” He whispers to the orange ball of fur currently curled up in his lap. “Or at least start biting my other ankle.”
“Love?” You turn your head at the sound of Harry entering your bedroom, when you get a good look at the sweatshirt he has on you bring a hand up to cover your mouth to hide your laughter. “What’re you giggling at over there?” He asks as he walks over to what has now become his side of the bed, the one closest to the door claiming it’s so he can rush off and go grab whatever you need in the middle of the night but you know it’s one of his safety things.
“Nothing I just really like your shirt that’s all.”
“Do you really? I picked it myself.”
“Oh that much is very obvious.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He questions with a quirked brow as he looks down at the front of his sweatshirt. “It says daddy.” You just nod as you try to get comfortable, Harry looks over at you as you roll over so you’re facing his side of the bed.
“I’m aware of what it says Harry I do know how to read thank you very much.” You say with a huff as you fluff your pregnancy pillow a bit before resting your head on it.
“I don’t get why it had you in a giggle fit? It says daddy and I’m going to be a daddy.” You let out another round of giggles as he gets on the bed after kicking off his shoes.
“I’m just curious have you been wearing that all day?” You wonder as he scoots over so his arm is resting on the side of your pregnancy pillow.
“Yes because you keep it bloody freezing in the house thanks to your-”
“You’re the reason I’m dealing with hot flashes so don’t be sassy about how cold it is in here.”
“Right. Of course.” He gives you an apologetic look as you reach over and flick him in the shoulder. “But yes I wore it to run a few errands and went to see Niall at the studio.” He answers making you just rub your lips together as his hand finds your wrist and begins tracing little circles on it with his thumb while he holds his phone in his other hand and is scrolling through his emails.
“You ran errands and went to the studio in a sweatshirt that says daddy on it?”
“Yes now can you tell me why that’s an issue?”
“It’s not an issue but does Mr. Popular really not understand how funny it is that he was seen walking around in a shirt that just says the word daddy on it in big block letters? I mean come on you-”
“Oh.” You watch Harry place his phone down on his chest as the realization hits him. “Well I mean-I can’t help what people call me and-and the sweatshirt is soft and I’m not ashamed to wear it.” You just give him a smile when he looks over at you.
“It’s cute.” You tell him making him smile as he leans over to place a kiss to your forehead.
“You’re cute.”
“Thank you-oh guess what I finally got today.” Harry’s thumb pauses its tracing on your wrist as he takes a quick look around the bedroom for any signs of what you could’ve gotten while he was out running errands.
“Uh did you pick their coming home outfits?”
“Without the opinion of their ultra fashionable daddy? I’d never.” The glare he sends you makes you laugh. “But it does have to do with the twins.” You tell him as he gives the room another subtle scan and his eyes go wide when he sees it, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room is a black backpack with the name “Styles” embroidered in white on it in a pretty cursive font.
“Holy shit.” He says out of shock making you reach down with your free hand and place it over your bump as you playfully glare at Harry.
“Harry Styles watch your language in front of the children.”
“Sorry but you finally picked a diaper bag? You’ve been looking for one for months.”
“I just wanted to make sure it was going to something that I could use for years and wasn’t too bulky.”
“You mean like that monstrosity you call a purse?” He questions as he leans over to place his phone on his nightstand.
“You’re the only one who hates my-”
“Nope not even close to being true my love because tons of people hate your purse I’m just the only one willing to be honest with you about it.”
“Whatever.” You huff making Harry lean over to he can place little kisses to your cheek until you let out a giggle. “You’re lucky I like you because I got you one too.” He smiles against your cheek as you tilt your head so his lips are now hovering above yours.
“Oh come on sweetheart we both know you love me.” He murmurs against your lips before capturing them in a sweet kiss.
“Sorry it doesn’t say daddy though.” You say with a smile when he pulls away making him let out a groan as he rests his forehead against yours.
“M’never gonna hear the end of this am I?”
“Nope.”
Harry sits up and crosses his arms over his chest as he turns and glares at your side of the bed, not at you but at the plush object you’re currently cuddling with as you lay on your side with a book in your hand. Your pregnancy pillow has somehow worked its way onto Harry’s list of things he can’t stand, now he’s happy you’re comfortable he wants you to be as comfortable as possible but he hates how the soft plush pillow gets in the way when he tries to snuggle with you. He can’t even fully get his hand on your bump when laying on his side at night before going to sleep, the pillow wedged between the two of you. Now he knows he’s being a tad bit silly and dramatic but in this moment when all he wants to do is cuddle up with you while you read your new book, he doesn’t really care how dramatic he seems.
“I can feel you staring at me.” Harry lets out a sigh as you turn the page of your book, not bothering to look over at him.
“Do you really need this right now?” He asks as he pokes the side of your pillow making your eyes glance down to the spot his finger just jabbed.
“Yes I need him.” You answer as you go back to reading while Harry just stares at you with a raised brow.
“Him? Your pillow is a him? Tell me you didn’t name him.”
“I did. His name is Patrick.”
“Patrick? Why-why would you name it?”
“Because it felt weird to cuddle with something and it not have a name so I named him Patrick the pillow but you can just call him Patrick.” You explain once again without looking up from your book, you just snuggle deeper into the pillow making Harry let out a huff.
“Well isn’t Patrick for sleeping? You’re not sleeping.”
“Keep talking and that’ll change in a few minutes.” You tease dryly causing Harry to send you a glare that you don’t even notice due to how intently you’re focusing on the book in your hand that you checked out from the library a few days ago and sent Harry to go pick up for you.
“Baby.” He doesn’t mean to sound so whiny as he leans his head back so it’s resting against the headboard of the bed. “I just want to cuddle and he gets in the way and you don’t even seem to care.”
“You’re the one who bought him for me.”
“Well yes but-”
“But now you want me to kick him out? That’s rude.”
“He was bought before we started sleeping together-as uhm as in we sleep in the same bed together not that we sleep together even though we-we have done that as well but the point is Patrick has got to fucking go.” About halfway through his little rant you lift your head and close your book sliding it to the middle of the bed, you look at him with a small smile on your face as he fumbles his way through explaining his frustrations with your pregnancy pillow.
“You really don’t like Patrick?” Harry looks over at you as you begin to try and sit up.
“I don’t like how he gets in the way when I’m trying to cuddle you and now you’ve gone and named him so it’s-it’s weird having Patrick in the middle of us when I’m trying to-”
“Spoon me?” He lets out a huff and sends you a playful glare that makes you laugh as you reach your hand out for him to take. “And is that what you’re wanting to do right now?”
“Is it so wrong that I want to spend a day in bed cuddling my girlfriend?” He asks as he takes your hand so you can give it a little squeeze.
“Of course not.” You say with a smile as you let go of Harry’s hand so you can maneuver yourself to where your feet are dangling off the side of the bed. “Now help me up so I can go get a snack while you get rid of Patrick.” Harry is already getting out of bed and walking to your side by the time you’re done talking.
“No more grapes okay? You’ll give yourself a tummy ache.” He tells you as he helps you up, you just roll your eyes as your hands rub the top of your belly.
“So bossy.” You mumble on your way out the door making Harry chuckle as he hears the sound of Paris’s bell jingling letting him know the cat is following you to the kitchen, leaving his napping spot in the rocking chair in twin’s nursery.
“Sorry Patrick.” Harry tells the pregnancy pillow as he grabs it off your side of the bed. “But you’ve gotta go mate.” He says as he tosses it in the closet before shutting the door.
What feels like half an hour later but is really just ten minutes later Harry’s face breaks out into a grin when you waddle your way back into the bedroom licking your lips and carrying your water bottle. He is laying on his side of the bed, now in just a tank top and athletic shorts having ditched his sweatshirt since he knows you tend to always run a little hot and he doesn’t enjoy sweating while trying to get some quality cuddle time with you. You give him a smile as you place your water bottle on your nightstand and sit down on the edge of the bed with a small huff.
“And what did you three agree on for a snack?” He asks as you swing one leg at a time onto the bed, Harry has to practically hold his hands together to stop himself from reaching over and helping you but he knows if you want his help you’ll ask or simply look at him with that dramatically adorable pout. He knows you’re trying to still be as independent as possible without pushing yourself too far so even though it nearly kills him, he will politely sit and watch you take a few minutes to get comfortable on the bed.
“A slice of watermelon and two bites of cantaloupe.” You answer as you roll over to your side so you’re facing your nightstand. Harry takes your queue and wastes no time in scooting over and laying down next to you on his side.
“I thought you didn’t like the cantaloupe? Said it was too sweet?”
“I forgot.” You admit making Harry let out a chuckle as one of his arms slides under the pillow your head is on and his other wraps around your middle so his hand is resting on your belly. “But that’s why I only had two bites and not the whole container.” You explain with a yawn as Harry places a kiss to the top of your shoulder.
“I love you.” He whispers into your ear as he moves so your back is up against his front earning him a soft sigh of content from you.
“I love you too.” He knows by the way your voice sounds that you’re only a few minutes away from falling asleep so before he gets too comfortable he reaches towards the end of the bed and grabs the thin throw blanket and tosses it over the lower half of the two of you because he knows your feet and legs will get cold since you’re just in maternity bike shorts and an oversized t shirt. And even though it might not look it given how he tossed Patrick in the closet for the afternoon, he still wants you to be as comfortable as possible while cuddled up in his arms.
Harry is curled up behind you, his hand gripping your hip keeping you pressed together, his chest rising and falling steadily against your back. It’s not that he tries to intentionally wake you up, but he has his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck and he can’t help himself when he places a kiss to the spot below your ear earning him a small giggle from you. He smiles against your sensitive skin and it’s not until you begin to stir and arch your back making your backside press against him that he realizes just how much he’s been enjoying having your warm body pressed against him during your mid day nap.
He knows you can feel him begin to harden as you unconsciously press yourself against him again as you stretch your limbs. The breathy sigh he lets slip passed his lips has you pausing as his hand on your hip tightens its grip ever so slightly. He’s prepared to slide out of the bed and head to the bathroom to deal with his growing issue, not wanting to disturb your post nap bliss. But when you place a hand over his on your hip and slowly drag it up to slide under the waistband of your bike shorts his hips jerk making him let out a moan that’s muffled by his face still being nestled in the crook of your neck at the pleasant friction he gets from his shorts against his now fully hardened length.
“You’re so warm.” He says softly, his breath hot against your neck as his hand slowly travels down over your hip and under the band of your panties letting him feel your skin against his fingers. “And soft.” He mumbles as his hips grind against your backside causing a tiny gasp to leave your lips.
“Harry.” You say with a sigh, voice still slightly thick with sleep but now mixed with a burning need that has you instinctively pressing yourself back against him.
“Can I take these off baby?” He asks, breathing into your ear, when you just nod he doesn’t waste any time before he’s sliding your shorts and panties down your legs until you can kick them off letting them land on the floor. You reach a hand behind you and give the band of his athletic shorts a small tug letting him know you want them off which he quickly does and soon you’re letting out a soft breathy moan when you feel him gently lift your top leg so he can slide himself between your thighs.
“God you feel so good.” He lets out a moan at how good the friction of being nestled snuggly between your warm soft thighs feels against his length.
Slowly he begins to move his hips, gliding against the silky heat of your skin. The friction sends waves of pleasure pulsing through his body, each thrust is slow and deliberate, as if he doesn’t want the intimate moment between the two of you to end too soon.
“Fuck baby- I love feeling you like this.” He moans, his voice strained as his hips maintain their rhythmic pace, his cock sliding smoothly between your thighs.
His grip gently tightens on your hip as he pulls you closer against him, intensifying the sensation. He hears your breath hitch as his fingers slip down until his thumb is gently circling your sensitive bud, matching the slow pace of his thrusts.
“Harry please.” You beg as you press yourself firmly against his hand, seeking more of his touch. He knows what you need from him so he moves his hips faster and adds a bit more pressure to your clit. “Need-oh god.” He doesn’t let you get the rest of your request out before he’s slipping two fingers inside your warm center making a deep moan of pleasure bubble up from his chest when you grind down hard onto his hand, your backside meeting his hips.
“That’s what you needed isn’t it baby?” He whispers breathlessly before placing a kiss to the side of your neck, nipping at the spot below your ear. “Fuck-you’re so wet and-shit so warm I can feel you squeezing my fingers.” Your thighs clench tighter around him as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside your wetness while he continues giving your clit gentle circles with his thumb.
Harry lets out a groan as his hips begin moving faster, losing himself in the intoxicating rhythm, his fingers matching the pace making your eyes shut as he feels you tighten around his digits that are tucked inside of you.
“H-Harry I’m so-oh I’m close.” Your words have his thrusts becoming urgent and fervent, driven by pure instinct and passion. He pumps his fingers in and out of you with a new found determination, needing you to get your release before he can get his own.
“Just let go for me sweetheart. Make a mess all over my fingers.” He urges tenderly before his lips attach to your neck.
When his thumb adds more pressure to your clit you begin moaning his name as you let the pleasure overtake you in waves, your body is arching into Harry’s embrace as your climax leaves you slightly overwhelmed. The tightening of your thighs and the way you’re clenching around his fingers sends Harry spiraling over the edge, his release spilling warmly onto your thighs as his body shudders with an intense wave of pleasure.
“Shit.” He breaths heavily as your hand wraps around his wrist to stop his thumb from rubbing at your sensitive bundle, he slowly removes his fingers from inside you making you let out a soft sigh. He lifts his head just enough so he can bring his glistening digits up to his mouth, he can’t help the moan that leaves him as he tastes you on his tongue.
“You’re so dramatic.” You say with a giggle as you turn your head so you can get a better view of Harry’s face just as he takes his fingers from his mouth with a pop.
“Can’t help it I like the way you taste.” He tells you with a smile as he leans down to place a kiss to your lips.
“You made a mess.”
“Oh I made a mess? I think you meant to say we made a mess.”
“Now we need a shower and new sheets.” Harry just lets out a chuckle as his hand goes to the hem of your t shirt, slowly sliding under it letting him feel the softness of your belly.
“Might as well finish getting undressed then.” He whispers against your lips, his hand going higher until he’s cupping one of your bra covered breasts.
“Did you have another sex dream about me or something? What’s got you all horned up?” You tease as he gives your breast a soft squeeze when you turn your head to look over at the clock on your nightstand that lets you know your nap was a little over an hour.
“You’re just-so fucking sexy I can’t help it.” He answers as his lips kiss their way down your neck. “But let’s get you cleaned up and then I’ll change the sheets.” He gives your shoulder a kiss over the fabric of your t shirt before he slides his hand out from underneath it, he sits up as you roll over to your back.
“I love you.” Harry grins as you stare up at him with a smile on your face, when his eyes meet yours he finds himself almost getting lost in them.
“I love you too.” He says as he leans over so he can place a kiss to the top of your head. “Now come on let’s get you in the shower before you start to get cranky from missing your post nap snack.” This has you rolling your eyes but the smile doesn’t fall from your face and Harry knows it’s because you know he’s right. And in someway it has your heart wanting to melt because he knows you so well and despite all your little moody moments and the need to have eight snacks a day, he still loves you and you love him just as much.
Clint in the vents and that’s his whole personality because he wasn’t fleshed out in the movies → Ava in the walls and that’s her whole personality because she wasn’t fleshed out in the movies
Thor eating poptarts and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief → Alexei eating Wheaties and overusing proper words because English isn’t his first language and he’s the comedic relief
Natasha pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because fanon decided she’s just silly like that → Yelena pranking and laughing at everyone from the sidelines because canon decided she’s just silly like that
Bruce being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a bad day → Bob being a sweet, soft-spoken, unassuming guy but also the most fucking unhinged monstrosity if you catch him on a sad day
Steve being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the LAST person on board with this → Bucky being handed the de facto title of goody two shoes leader despite being the last person on board with this
Tony being a big-mouthed asshole that’s secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapons manufacturer → John being a big-mouthed asshole that’s secretly haunted by his past mistakes which involved publicly supporting the US military via PR stunts as a weapon himself
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