we need more barry berkman fics please!! i hate there’s a lack of them TT_TT
Anon, you a real one and know what’s up. I was wondering if anyone was gonna ask about Barry fics! I’ve been trying to brainstorm and cook something up, so if you have any suggestions don’t hesitate to send them in!
These Spencer requests are genuinely helping my creativity. I’m honestly so happy to see them show up! I was not expecting anything a day ago but overnight you guys surprised the f outta me and are amazing!
I’m already working on them and couldn’t be more grateful. I’ve been stuck in a writer’s block for SO long, I’m so excited to start writing these :,) I only have a few requests but that’s INSANE for me.
Thank you for submitting and please don’t hesitate to request! I’m so happy to see ya’ll show up and ask for my writing you’re so sweet and I can’t wait to fulfill all of them! My turnaround rate for requests/prompts/fics can be a bit delayed I’m very busy with life, but I pinky promise I always try my very best to put my all into my writing and create exactly what you want!
Also, don’t be afraid to be specific or picky! It helps me curate my writing and your requests so much! (I’m already writing one and I’m having so much fun)
To the anon that asked for recc on writers!^ they’re all so fantastic, personal all time fav is @catb-fics stories. I still re read them and love them just as much. Same goes to everyone on this list. All amazing writers and creatives, inactive or not, they are straight up artists.
Currently accepting requests! My brain could def use one, like a lot, so if you have an idea for a request/blurb etc please send it my way and I’ll do my best!
This is my first time writing something like this, so I hope I did it some justice! I’ll admit, having never wrote for a prompt like this, I’ve been spending most of the time since this request completely stumped with writer’s block. Also I’ve just been extremely busy with life. I plan to redo this request better in the future as I grow as writer. So this is definitely not my best work, but I still did my best like with everything I write. I hope you enjoy!
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As a dad, he’d be top tier. Almost to a fault. Having a loved one being pregnant is stressful to begin with; being the significant other can be the same and even 100 times more. He’d be nervous but excited. Every week to month excited to see what the ultrasound brings to the table.
Everyday mentally worried about how fast time had flown by. Rattled with anticipation, time had become an irrational fear; asking himself everyday if you both were ready or not. Of course you both were. But being new parents, you overanalyze every single thing. Although just as nervous, he’d be such a comfort. He can’t stop checking in on you and the baby throughout each day.
‘If you and the baby are alright, then I’m alright.’
He had to remind himself those exact words so often so, that whenever he began to seem even slightly tense, too quiet or just off; you’d simply say, “we’re alright.”
He sighed with relief every time he heard it. The way your face warmly smiled at him. Your endless reassurance to him, there was simply no fear that could outdo the twinkle in your eyes and the soothing tone of your voice. You’d always say it so firm but confident.
Without pause, he sat down close to you holding your hand in his. He tells you that he knew that you would be the most amazing mother. You were already the most amazing person to him to begin with.
Speechless, you just let the tears flow and rest your head on his shoulder as he pulls you closer to hold you. You can feel the drops of tears fall onto the crown of your head as he sheds his own happy tears with you.
Days that had been long filled with doubt and emotions began to fall in line with the same love those words held.
You’d both be able to finally enjoy the moments of each day that no longer passed with a painful anticipation; but in turn a grateful appreciation of every second. Laughing at your new bizarre cravings in unison. Sharing excitement in the new obscure object that the baby had grown to the equivalent of with each new ultrasound.
And of course being taken care of by him every single day. No matter what it was. Making your favorite comfort food. Being there to hold you while you cried when hormones got the best of you, resting your feet on his lap to ease the swelling. It was so simple and sweet.
He’d spend a lot of his free time in the nursery. He did it all, from assembling the crib to repainting the walls. Arranging all the gifts from your baby shower. Completely dedicated to organizing and detailing it just the way you would have wanted. Truly sparing no effort to make it a special labor of love. Both of you admired the love and care put into every aspect of it all.
One day in particular hit you the hardest. Whilst walking past the nursery you stopped and watched in silence. He sat cross legged on the floor with crafting supplies surrounding him, entirely consumed with focus. It was the simple but sentiment filled moment of seeing him baby-book every single thing that had brought you two together and to that very moment.
He was pulled out of his own focus from the sound of you sniffling. As he turned to see you, he scrambled to cover it in a poor attempt to hide it. Explaining how it was supposed to be a surprise, he finally caved with your endless begging to see it.
You both sat on the floor of the nursery page by page reminiscing over every detail- from the first date you shared, the first copy of the key he gave you to his place. To every anniversary, every holiday. And of course, the most recent pages had been filled with each ultrasound picture and doctor visit. Even all of your newest cravings.
Reaching the last filled out pages, you’re left with only the remaining blank ones. All you can do is smile ear to ear at him.
“I can’t wait to see what we get to put in the rest of all these pages together.” You remark, while he smiles even more. Sharing the same excitement,