hi everyone :)
so i've been really inactive recently and i wanted to apologize for that, but i also wanted to let you guys know that for the next week (ish) i'm going to be taking a break from tumblr. i'm incredibly overwhelmed right now and i won't get into it but it's a tricky mix between family, social, and academic things, and i just can't handle the pressure of answering asks / forcing myself to write new fics / etc right now.
i love you guys soso much and i'll be back really soon. life is just a lot right now and i need to really focus. i adore all of you and i promise you this is not a goodbye in any way, but also just an explanation for why i haven't been active recently.
xoxo bea<3
(tagging some moots so they don't think i'm ignoring them)
@likefolksongg @saturnband @janesociety @tiensmamains @doyouknowwhoyouare13 @bookg1rl @dancinglikeaballerina @iamamirrorballl @vancitycharlie @shefollowedthestars @justpjostufff @prongsio @maddipoof @loverswillowed @verymuchinlovewithyou @ifthiswasamovie1989 @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @diorgirl444 @loving-and-dreaming @starlit-epiphany
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never grow up / james potter
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james potter x fem!afab! reader, reader has just given birth, tons of fluff, dad!james, slight rugby!james
wc: 1.4k
in which james can't get enough of his newborn daughter, and you don't want her to grow up
your little hand’s wrapped around my finger, and it’s so quiet in the world tonight, your little eyelids flutter cause you’re dreaming, so i tuck you in, turn on your favorite nightlight
a/n: this is so bad but i was in the mood to write a new dad!james blurb <3 so much fluff, beware. i'm really sorry i haven't been super active- i'm so incredibly busy rn- but hopefully this'll help!
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you’ve never seen james this in love before. he’s looking at you with teary eyes and the most adoring smile, gently caressing your hand and stroking your sweaty hair as he meets his daughter for the first time. your daughter, a perfect bundle of newborn bliss and thin wispy curls. “she has your eyes,” he murmurs, and the look of pure wonder on his face is what makes it all worth it- the morning sickness from the last nine months, the labor, the pain. and james has been so wonderful, picking up all of your cravings and cooking up delicious meals for you at any given chance- buttermilk waffles on sunday mornings, alfredo or pesto pasta most nights. he’s promised you penne alla vodka the first night back at home, but right now the two of you are soaking up your baby girl, tenderly brushing her doll-like cheeks with your fingers. it’s dawn, and sunlight spills through the window of the hospital room; the first sunrise with your daughter almost complete.
when visiting hours open, there’s sure to be commotion. sirius and remus have already dropped flowers off, a huge bouquet late last night as soon as they heard you went into labor. lily will come, and so will all the others, and you know euphemia and fleamont are desperate to meet their first grandchild- they’d kill james if anyone else met her first. but right now, you are a family. once two, now three, enjoying the first few moments of a new day together- james’s broad frame is smushed beside you in the hospital bed, determined to share your daughter’s first snuggle.
“she’s perfect,” james whispers breathlessly, voice laced with contentment, hushed as to not wake her. you catch his eye and soak him up. he’s smiling and you’re happy and both of you are exhausted, face buried in his warm shoulder. you can feel the curve of his bicep, and it comforts you. the baby is close to his chest, and his hold on her is gentle and careful, as if she were made of porcelain. you prayed his rugby training wouldn’t influence his baby-carrying skills, and yet he’s surpassed all your expectations. james’s soft, dark curls tickle the top of your head and you inhale the scent of his jumper, breathing in his loveliness. once your baby is taken by the nurses for her first feed of the day, he’ll massage your shoulders- he knows they must be sore from spending all day in the hospital. he’s already tracing gentle circles on your back, one hand on each of his girls. his touch is careful, fingers trailing up your back to cup the nape of your neck, and you relax into his grasp. it’s a moment of peace and safety in the chaotic world of the maternity ward, and the action speaks louder than words ever will.
james, thankfully, had just gotten home from rugby when your water broke, changing his kit and coming out of the shower when he heard a large crash in the kitchen. he'd immediately dropped the towel he was drying his wet hair with and rushed to find you, clad only in sweatpants and a muscle tank, only to find you’d dropped the laundry basket in shock. you were scared, eyes wide, brimming with tears from the fear, and as he drove you to the hospital, go-bag at the ready, he was scared too.
james has always hated seeing you hurt. but this was different. it's not a paper cut he can put a bandaid on, or a sore bruise he can kiss away. he's never seen you as vulnerable as the way you were just a few hours ago giving birth, crying out in pain and tears trickling down your pretty cheeks. up until your daughter was actually born, james kept repeating "deep breaths" over and over again, because all he wanted to do was take away the pain- whether the mantra was for your sake or his own is up to interpretation. the only other thing running through his mind at the time was the fact that it hit him- he was going to be a dad. james had dreamed about it for so long- practiced reading fairytales and storybooks to your tummy- bought miniature newborn-sized rugby jerseys- and now his wish had finally been granted.
lying together in the hospital bed now, you’re struck with a sudden hit of bittersweetness, nostalgia for the present moment. in five years- ten years- twenty- you will look back on this moment and hold it close to your heart. your daughter will go to kindergarten, elementary school, so on. she may even have a sibling or two, and it pains you to think of her already growing up. but james is humming a little tune, and his voice grounds you. you squeeze his bicep gently and drop a sweet kiss on your daughter’s head. wispy curls are already beginning to appear, and you know without a doubt she’s going to be just like her father.
“oh, darling,” james says, and you swear you’ve never been happier than in this moment with him and your baby. “m’beautiful girls. i love you, sweetheart. you’re going t’be the best mum, i just know it.”
and he’s right.
if you've made it this far, i love you. thank you for reading<;3
here’s a bonus little thing just cause i really wanted to write an extra coming home / the marauders meeting the baby scene. this is super rushed but i thought it was kinda cute
sirius and remus come bearing gifts- another bouquet, and two chocolate milkshakes. “you deserve it,” remus told you, before turning his attention onto the baby and cooing. you think it’s sweet how attached he and sirius are already. they are her godfathers, after all. but then- “jamie, i don’t have any pants.”
all three boys turn their eyes on you, puzzled, momentarily drawn away from the newborn. the frown on your face grows more prominent, and your face looks like it's about to crumple, but james figures it out. “shit, y'mean the go bag. i can’t believe we forgot a change of clothes. s'alright, baby. i'm sure siri wouldn't mind if he ran home quickly and got a pair of my sweatpants for you to wear?"
sirius nods vigorously, and remus is about to toss him the keys but decides against it. “we'll get out of your hair, mate. which joggers do you want?"
“the grey ones," james says confidently. you know the pair he's referring to- you've worn them a few times before and they're the softest clothes you've ever worn. remus passes your daughter back, and you bounce her a little to try to stifle her tiny cries. “oh, and one of his t-shirts too? my bra is killing me."
sirius smirks, but refrains from making any comments. he's sure you're sore after giving birth. he and remus run off, and james shoots them a grateful smile before getting you- and baby- situated. the nurse comes in to take your IV out from the epidural, clucking about like a mother hen, and james holds your free hand as it's carefully extracted, wincing when he sees the remnants of the failed needle pokes as it's finally discarded. rem and siri are back quickly, and when the doctor officially discharges you and the baby, james shoos the boys out of the room and very carefully helps you stand up. you wobble, and he's quick to catch you. untying the back of the hospital gown, he quickly unclasps your bra and gently eases it off, softly slipping his t-shirt over your head and shoulders. james is a tall guy, so his tees are baggy and oversized on you- the perfect comfort clothes to snuggle into. his sweatpants prove to be a larger challenge, but with the help of the hospital bed, you manage. and at last, james is wheeling you out of the hospital, daughter in arms, kissing your forehead gently and driving your little family home, the boys trailing behind for “moral support”. (sirius is just after all of the comfort food euphemia’s dropped off). after the short drive, you're prepared to struggle going up the stairs of the apartment due to, well, the fact that you’ve just given birth, but remus and sirius take your daughter up in her car seat, and james picks you up in one fell swoop, giving you an adoring smile.
“come on, darling. m'gonna get you n’ baby all nice and cozy."
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freesia, poppy & crocus <3
my apologies if you answered these already :’)
freesia— what do you want people to remember you for? (serious or non-serious answers)
this is going to sound really shallow, but i deeply desire to be remembered for being loved. i want to love people, and be loved back despite my flaws, and if at the end of the day we all die anyways, i think love through memories can be passed down through stories, and heirlooms, and memories. sometimes i hope that when i have grandkids, they'll think of me and my future relationship that created this family as the greatest example of what happiness looks like. recently, a lot of my insecurites have resurfaced- fears that i'm boring, and uptight, and although it makes me want to cry most of the time i have to remind myself that i have the ability to change what people remember me for. so it's kind of a new year's resolution for me in the sense that i want to find love that i will be remembered by.
poppy— out of the four seasons, which season of the year is your favorite and why?
i truly love all of the seasons but right now i would say spring. i love the flowers blooming and the weather and just the energy of a new world :') it reminds me that every dark night has a dawn (i.e. winter turning to spring) and there is so much beauty in the world. i think that gets lost a lot in society too much.
crocus— do you have any significant dreams that you remember? what were they about?
i honestly don't except for nightmares i had when i was really little. i tend to forget my dreams really easily but last night i had one where i got a concussion
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jasmine— describe your dream partner or best friend. what kind of personality traits do they have? (fun fact that’s my irl name and i think this question suits me well <3)
omg stop i love the name jasmine! its the name of my irl best friend too and i call her minnie for short<3
okay so besides my dream best friend being all of my moots i think i would say someone really chill, like emma chamberlain vibes, but who can get really excited when talking about things they love. just someone calm and who gives good advice and who's not afraid to let loose (cause i struggle with that a lot haha). and someone who likes the same things as me obviously. taylor swift is a must for a best friend. someone who you can tell anything and is just super comfortable and lighthearted. as for my dream parter i would probably say someone extroverted so they could help bring me out of my shell a bit, but i love introverted boys too because they're so :))) and i think just having like. that kind of mutual understanding of being able to tell each other anything and communicating really well. also definitely someone loyal and kind and probably a mama's boy!
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dahlia, marigold, azalea, daisy, cosmos + lotus<3
this is a lot sorry, you don’t have to answer them all ofc
ty for sending these in bella<3
marigold— do you wear any kind of jewelry on a regular basis? if so, what kind?
i have a little gold heart shaped locket that my mom gave me that i wear every day! i also have this silver flower ring that i got with my mom too that i wear pretty regularly. i really want to buy some gold stacking rings though, and i'd love to get my ears re-pierced!
daisy— what is your idea of the perfect date?
picnic picnic picnic!! just a lovely easy way of getting to know the other person in a beautiful and comfortable environment. but i adore iced coffee so maybe a coffee shop date, but only if the coffee shop was really quiet and not busy
cosmos— what's the best compliment you've ever received? who was it from?
"you're the most genuine girl i've ever met". made me tear up, the person who was talking about for the lilac question in my last post is the boy who told me that. he'll never know how much that meant to me :')
lotus— what is your favorite color and in what shade? e.g. sage green, navy blue, ect.
hmm i think right now it's either alice blue or baby pink!
dahlia— do you like to follow current fashion trends or do you have a particular style that you prefer to stick to?
i'm not sure tbh! i love claw clips and i wear flared jeans / rory gilmore clothes a lot
azalea— what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it?
the blue by gracie abrams the loml<333
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