#haz blurb

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Imagine Husk's s/o saying: "I'm not even playing cards and I still pulled a king~"

A/n: Husk getting all flustered because he was once an Overlord, he shouldn't be blushing damn it!

Grabbing Husk's arm, you tugged the demon close to your side. You didn't even have to look at him to know there was a blush on his cheeks. You were talking to Charlie about the hotel but the moment Husk walked by you weren't about to let the opportunity pass you by to compliment your love pass by.

"You know Charlie." You pressed your cheek up against his own. Husk rolling his eyes though it was hard for him not to smile when you were with him.

"Yes-.?"

"I'm not even playing cards but I still managed to pull myself a King.~" You chimed as Charlie let out a small giggle shaking her head.

"You two are so cute."

Biting his to tongue, he wasn't about to tell the princess off so instead Husk adverted his gaze as his tail wrapped around your waist. "We're gonna get going Charlie..see ya around alright."

Before you had a chance to respond Husk pulled you away. "You don't gotta look like that alright...I'm...happy you think of me that way."

"You really are the sweetest Husk!" Beaming you pressed your lips against his cheek.

"Yah, yah"

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pool party and frat!richkid tom with ”They’re hitting on you.” 

You got it babe! Sorry it took me so long, I just needed a little week off but I am back not and more and more fics are incoming. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought, love you xxx

First Mate

67 - “They’re hitting on you.”

Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Summary: Tom throws a party with special plans for you and him, unfortunately someone else also has their eye on you

Regular Masterlist

Summer of Love Prompts

Summer of Love Masterlist

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One of the first things you’d learned about Tom was that he really excelled with coming up with stupid party themes. It would have been a totally useless talent if he didn’t live in a frat, where stupid parties happened every other night. His latest idea was a nautical themed party which he called his ‘Get Nauti’ party, you found it all incredibly cheesy. Nevertheless you agreed to be the first mate of the party, even though you weren’t really sure what that meant. It was just that when Tom looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes you found it nearly impossible to say no.

“(y/n)!” Tom ran out front as soon as he saw your car arrive, he was wearing only a pair of short, teal swim trunks, and a captain’s hat. He looked good, really good, it was always a good day when you got to see Tom parade around shirtless, “There’s my first mate.”

You smiled back at him, “Hi Tom.”

“This is for you,” he placed another matching captain’s hat on your head and looked you up and down. You’d picked up a new bikini for the occasion, white with small blue flowers covering it. You’d felt great when you put it on at the store but his gaze made you nervous and squirmy, “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you adjusted the hat, making sure it was secure on your head, “So what are my duties as first mate?”

“There’s just one actually, you’ve got to help me win the flip cup tournament,” he smiled hopefully at you.

You groaned, “I’ve got to drive home tonight Tom, I can’t get wasted.”

‘You can stay with me,” he grabbed both of your hands, “Please? Haz and I need you, you’re the best flip cup player I know.”

You hummed, pretending to really weigh your options, “Fine, but only because you appealed to my ego.”

He grinned ear to ear, “Thank you darling, I owe you.”

“Yeah you do,” you agreed, “I’m gonna have to steal some clothes for bed though, I didn’t bring anything else.”

“Not even a sweater?” he clicked his tongue and tossed his arm over your shoulders as he walked you inside, “How irresponsible of you.”

“School years over Tom, I don’t have to be responsible again until the fall.”

“Really? Planning on having a totally wild summer love?”

“Yeah, totally,” you laughed, “And guess who has to babysit?”

“Well unfortunately I’m also planning on having a really wild summer so I guess Haz will have to babysit us both,” he waved to Harrison and some other boys as you stepped into the living room, “You got the tournament all set up Haz?”

Harrison nodded, “Yeah, everything’s good to go.”

“Wonderful,” Tom beamed, “Hope you’re both ready to win.”

“It’s about having fun Tom,” Harrison teased, “Let’s not get too competitive.”

“Only losers complain about things being too competitive,” Tom bit back, “You’re with me right darling?”

You nodded, “Always.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled proudly.

The frat began to fill up quickly, everytime you glanced towards the door more and more people were piling inside. Soon the place was packed and the entire block was lined with cars. Music was pounding and every table, counter, and window sill was lined with beer cans and plastic cups. Tom kept you close to him like always, and Harrison ended up introducing you to some friends he’d invited from work. They were nice enough, but of course Tom was the only one holding your attention.

“Shit,” Tom glanced down at his phone, “Tournaments supposed to start in just a few, I’ve got to slip away for just a moment but I’ll be back alright?”

You nodded, “Yeah, no problem.”

You watched as he grabbed Harrison and they slipped away into the crowd, leaving you alone with Harrison’s friends. You stood awkwardly for a moment, your eyes darting down to the cup of water in your hand. That was when one of the boys, you were pretty sure his name was Hunter, decided to start talking to you.

“So are you and Tom, like, together?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, no,” you flushed, “We’re just friends.”

“Cool,” he nodded, “So you’re single then?” he raised a brow hopefully.

You were tempted to tell him no, because you weren’t interested in getting hit on by him in the least, but you ended up nodding, “Yeah.”

“Cool, me too,” he grinned at you, “I like your hat by the way.”

“Thanks, Tom got it for me,” you pursed your lips, “Hunter right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, and you’re (y/n).”

Hunter was cute enough, a muscular boy with short blond hair and a cocky smile, but he wasn’t nearly as cute as Tom, and you could already tell he wasn’t as charming either.

“That’s me,” you took a long drink of your water, “I should probably go meet up with the boys actually, we’re all on a team together.”

“Too bad, I totally would have had you on my team,” his eyes wandered up and down your body, “Hopefully we’ll end up playing each other.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” you agreed before spinning on your heels.

You scanned the party in search of Tom, Harrison, or any of your other friends. You spotted Harrison just outside of the back door and began pacing towards him. Outside people were gathering around a large folding table where the flip cup tournament would take place, and Tom was attempting to get the first two teams ready to play.

“I can’t believe he set up a whole tournament for this,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you joined Harrison by the backdoor.

“I think he just did it because he wants to have bragging rights all summer,” Harrison chuckled and glanced down at you, “Couldn’t stay away huh?”

“Actually one of your friend’s started hitting on me,” you explained.

“I see,” he smirked, “Which one?”

“Hunter.”

“Ah, yeah you’re definitely his type,” he glanced back towards Tom, “But I guess he’s not really yours is he?”

You shook your head, “Definitely not.”

Harrison bit his cheek and smiled knowingly to himself, “He’s got us up next, you ready?”

“Come on Haz, you know I’m never the one dragging us down.”

“Tom hasn’t drank anything today, he should be good to go,” Harrison chuckled, waving to Tom as he blew a whistle for the two teams to start.

Harrison’s work friends came to join you both outside as the boys at the table began pounding back their beers. Hunter moved next to you, standing a way too close for someone who just met you.

“They’re not half bad,” he commented as the second players picked up their cups, “Not as good as though.”

“I wouldn’t plan on getting too far tonight,” Harrison smirked, “We’ve got a pretty unbeatable team lined up, right (y/n)?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, too busy watching Tom to really pay attention to what they were talking about, “Totally.”

Tom was having fun playing referee, but his eyes kept darting back to you and Harrison. He watched as Harrison’s friends gathered around you two and Hunter leaned in towards you. He was way too close for Tom’s liking, so Tom ran back to your little group and cut between you two, setting a hand on your back as he spoke.

“Hope you two are ready, we’re about to be up,” he smiled at you and Harrison.

You grinned, “I think you should be asking yourself that Tommy.”

“Don’t worry about me darling, I’ll be just fine,” he assured you, “Hunter you should take notes, maybe you’ll actually be able to win a round.”

“A round? I’m planning on taking the whole thing,” he smiled cockily.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll give it your best try,” Tom ran the back of his fingers up your spine before his hand left you. One of the teams playing flipped their final cup and began yelling excitedly, Tom was quick to usher you away, “Come on, come on, let’s go.”

“Calm down Tom,” you laughed, “It’s been like five seconds since they won.”

“Yes well I’m very eager,” he pinched your side playfully as you approached the table, “Now get your game face on darling, they need to know how serious we are about this.”

Tom, Harrison, and you all lined up on one side of the table with you in the middle of the two boys.. Things were tense, you were up against one of Tom’s frat brothers and a set of twins from a local sorority. Each of you set your cup on the edge of the table and filled it with your drink of choice. The entire time you were setting up Tom was watching Hunter watch you, Hunter’s eyes hadn’t left you for even a second, and it was starting to get under Tom’s skin.

“Tom,” you nudged his side when you noticed him staring off at the crowd, “You good?”

Everyone was ready to go, just waiting for Tom to blow the whistle and start the game. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Yeah, sorry,” he blew the whistle around his neck and yelled, “Go!”

Harrison was up first, he downed his drink and managed to flip his cup in two tries, giving you a decent advantage. You matched his speed, downing your drink and flipping your cup on your second try. Tom was faster than chugging than both of you, but he always fell apart when it came to actually flipping the cup. You bit your lip nervously as he began, watching him flip the cup three times before he came close, finally he got it on his fifth try, just a second before the girl across from him landed hers.

“Yay!” you cheered, holding your hand up to high five both of the boys, “I’ve never seen you get it that fast Tom.”

“I’ve been practicing,” he winked and snatched both of your cups off the table and glanced over your shoulder. Hunter was still watching you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk back over there so he could hit on you, “You want to help me referee the next round?”

You shook your head, “That’s alright, you have your fun Tom, I’m happy to wait on the sidelines.”

“Ah, come on love, I’ll let you blow the whistle,” he tried to tempt you, dangling the whistle in front of your face.

“Ew, it’s got your mouth germs all over it,” you laughed and pushed it away.

“Oh what? So now you don’t like my mouth germs?” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m gonna go wait with Haz alright?”

“Alright,” he pursed his lips, watching you return to the crowd with Harrison.

Hunter was on you in a second, congratulating you on your win and cracking shitty jokes. Tom was happy to see that none of his poor attempts to make you laugh seemed to be working, but he still didn’t like watching you two together. He had plans for how the night was going to go. You would win the tournament together and then Tom would kiss you, prompting a long and loving relationship between the two of you that would eventually develop into a marriage with three, maybe four kids, and a few dogs. Hunter didn’t have a place in Tom’s big life plans, and he certainly wasn’t about to make room for him either.

“You want another drink sweetheart?” Hunter peaked down at your empty cup, again standing too close to you.

You fought your urge to roll your eyes at the pet name and shook your head, “I’m good, I don’t want to get too drunk before the tournament ends.”

“Ah, strategizing,” he nodded, “Good plan, unfortunately I don’t have that kind of self control,” he raised his glass towards you.

“Is that something for you to brag about?” you chuckled.

“I think that was more of a confession than a brag,” he bit his cheek, “I don’t think anyone brags about a lack of self control.”

Tom watched as you started to laugh with Hunter, a real, genuine, heartfelt laugh. That was the last straw for him. He clenched his hands at his side and cleared his throat before he went stomping towards you.

“Hey, Hunter, you and your friends are up next alright?” Tom slapped a hand on his back much harder than he needed to, “You should probably start getting ready.”

“Uh, yeah, totally,” he agreed, “We’ll get up there.”

“Good call,” he waved to him as he walked away and stepped in to fill the spot at your side, “Harrison do you mind reffing this round?” he pulled the whistle from his neck and passed it over to Harrison.

“Sure,” Harrison took the whistle from him with a smirk.

You frowned, “Really? You seemed like you were having fun.”

“I was, but I’d rather hang out with you,” he shrugged, watching as Harrison started blowing the whistle and giving orders, “Having fun with the boys huh?”

You shrugged, “Sure, they’re fine.”

“They’re hitting on you,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing pink as he waited for you to say something, you just seemed confused so he continued, “Well not all of them, but Hunter is.”

“I know, I’m not totally oblivious Tom,” you stated plainly, giving no indication as to whether you enjoyed the boys flirting or not.

“Well are you into it or..?” he pressed.

You locked eyes with him, he was smiling but he seemed annoyed. It almost seemed like jealousy, but it was hard to tell because you’d never seen Tom jealous before. If he was jealous though, it’d mean he felt the same way as you did. The thought made you feel giddy and hopeful, so you decided to play a little coy to see if you could confirm your suspicions.

“Do you two have beef or something?” you cocked your head innocently.

“What? No, of course not,” he rolled his eyes, making it extremely obvious that there was something more there, “Just, you know, might be a little awkward when he finds out you’re going to be sleeping in my bed tonight.”

You laughed, “Well I wasn’t planning on going home with him or anything, but if I was, I probably wouldn’t tell him that.”

“Well if you were planning on seeing him at all he probably wouldn’t like how close we are just in general,” Tom hummed.

You two both fell silent, but the look in his eyes made you feel like he was interrogating you. Your gut told you it was jealousy, but part of you thought that was just wishful thinking on your part, that you were just seeing what you wanted to see.

“Are you?” Tom questioned after you didn’t respond, lifting his brows while he waited for your response.

“Am I what?” you frowned.

“Planning on sleeping with him?” he continued.

“No, I just told you I wasn’t.”

“Good,” he nodded and crossed his arms and turned back to the game.

You knit your brows and dragged your eyes away from him. Hunter’s team blew the other out of the water, having all three cups flipped before they even finished their second. The three boys jumped and cheered and began high fiving one another before returning to the sidelines. As soon as Hunter approached you Tom’s arm slipped around your waist and drew you closer to him.

“Told you we were pretty good right?” Hunter grinned as he approached you.

“That was pretty good,” you nodded in agreement.

Tom wore a tight lipped smile, his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him, “It was decent.”

Again it seemed like Tom was jealous, but you wanted to be sure that it was really jealousy and not just him being protective or something. So you decided to play it up, just a little bit, hoping he would do or say something that would confirm your suspicions.

“Hey Hunter, I think I’ll take you up on that drink now,” you smiled up at him and pulled Tom’s hand off of your waist.

Tom’s eyes widened just a tad while Hunter’s lit up excitedly, “Cool, let’s go grab a drink then.”

“Come on,” you nodded for him to follow you inside.

You tried to watch Tom watch you but it was hard to keep your eyes on him with Hunter hovering so close to you. You made sure to giggle extra hard at everything he said and set your hand on his arm while he walked you back outside. You spotted Tom right away, he was watching the door, obviously waiting for you to return. He tensed when he spotted your hand on his arm, his eyes narrowed to a glare as you two approached him. He reached out for you as soon as you were near him, setting his arm over your shoulders and drawing you in close.

“How’s your drink?” he hummed.

“Fine,” you swirled your cup and took a small sip, “Did you know Hunter’s on the water polo team?”

“Wow water polo? Really? How fascinating,” he stated plainly.

You were sure he was jealous now, he had to be, there was no other reason he’d be acting so rude to one of Harrison’s friends.

“Tom I need you to take over man,” Harrison came jogging to you, shoving the whistle back into Tom’s hands, “I need a bathroom break before we’re up again.”

Tom’s cheeks tinted pink and he nodded, “Come up with me darling, everyone likes having a pretty judge,” he pulled you away with him before you had a chance to answer, promptly ending your time with Hunter.

You were smiling as he dragged you back over to the table where the game was being plaid. On the table there was a small clipboard with a list of the different teams and rounds that were supposed to be played that night. Tom plucked it off the table as people began lining up for the next round. He started scribbling away on the board, blowing the whistle without even glancing upwards. You frowned and tried to peek at what he was doing.

“Why are you changing things now?” you questioned.

“Well I just thought you might like to play against Hunter’s team next round,” he smiled bitterly at you, “Since you two are just best pals now.”

You frowned, “Best pals? I just grabbed a drink with him.”

“And you said you weren’t planning on sleeping with him,” he scoffed.

“I’m not,” it was hard not for you to smile or laugh, “I’m planning on sleeping in your bed remember?”

He locked eyes with you for a moment, “Good, you can tell him when we play each other, we’re heading up next.”

“Next?” you raised a brow.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m really eager to go again,” he set the clipboard down and turned his attention to the people playing, “Come on Josh! I know you can drink faster than that!”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms before you started to cheer for some of the boys with him. It wasn’t like you were trying to piss him off or something, just figure out if he was jealous or not. A wave of guilt hit you and you began to worry that you might have seriously upset him.

“Tom,” you grabbed his arm, “When Harrison gets back I need to talk to you for a second, privately.”

He hummed and shook his head, “No can do love, we’re playing next round.”

“Tom come on, just leave the roster how it is,” you attempted to take the clipboard from his hands but he wouldn’t budge, “People are gonna get mad if you start changing it now.”

“Too bad, my party, my rules,” he smiled smugly at you

“Throwing the party doesn’t give you an excuse to be a dick,” you bit back.

“Oh yeah, I’m being such an asshole,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not the one who’s been flirting with some douche all night.”

“So?” you knew you should probably drop it there but you didn’t, you wanted to hear him say it out loud, “What’s wrong with a little harmless flirting?”

His eyes narrowed to a glare, “You already know what.”

“No I-”

“Great job guys!” Tom cut you off and clapped Josh on the back as his team one, “Amazing really. Okay next up it’s gonna be me, Haz, and (y/n), against Phil, Travis, and,” he cleared his throat, “Hunter.”

Harrison frowned at him from the sidelines, “Uh, I thought there were still a couple groups ahead of us.”

“Well you know, things change Haz, we’re up now,” he gave a tight lipped smile, “Come on boys, we don’t have all night.”

Everyone that was gathered to watch the game seemed confused, and your face flushed with embarrassment as you stepped up to the side of the table. You were in the middle of Tom and Harrison again, with Hunter standing right across from you. He winked at you as he topped off his cup.

“Hope you aren’t too crushed when we beat you sweetheart,” he purred.

“Shove off Hunter,” Tom scoffed, “Everybody ready?”

“No, everyone’s still filling their cups Tom, calm down,” Harrison looked him over and raised a brow in concern, “You alright mate?”

“Yes, I just want to win,” he huffed.

“Right…” Harrison glanced at you and then back to Tom, “You just seem a little tense.”

“I’m good,” he replied dryly.

“We’re all good over here,” Hunter spoke up again once his teammates had both topped off their cups, “So we’re ready whenever you guys are.”

“Great. Haz are you ready?”

Harrison nodded, “Sure.”

Tom blew the whistle without another word, and watched silently as Harrison chugged his glass. He drank faster than the boy across from him, but took three tries to flip his cup, so you were only a second ahead when you lifted the glass to your mouth. You chugged as fast as you could and managed to flip your cup on your first try. Tom was able to start far before their final teammate, and while he chugged fast, you could tell right away he was going to slip up when it came to actually flipping his cup. He always did when he got too competitive or drunk, he’d tense up and end up flipping the cup way too hard. Normally it was funny, but he seemed genuinely angry now, and you felt awful. You watched as he flipped his cup again and again, he wasn’t even close by the time the boy across from him finished chugging his glass, losing any advantage you had.

They ended up beating you, right away they started to cheer and tease. Harrison high fived them all but Tom didn’t. Normally he was a good sport, but tonight he had no interest. He just passed the whistle over to Josh and declared him the new referee before disappearing inside the house.

“Tommy…” you sighed as you watched him leave, debating whether you should go after him. Of course you wanted to, but you were worried he wouldn’t want you around if he was upset with you.

“You did great,” Hunter complimented, “Too bad Tom blew your lead, but good for me so…”

You rolled your eyes and shoved right past him to go find Tom. He was retreating up the stairs when you entered the house, undoubtedly heading for his bedroom. You followed after, pushing through the crowd as quickly as you could.

“Tom?” you rapped gently at his door, “Can I come in?”

For a second it was quiet, then he swung the door open, “Look I’m not feeling great (y/n), I’m just gonna call it a night okay?”

“Tom please don’t, you were super excited about this party, you shouldn’t miss it,” you tried tugging him out of his room, “Come on, I’ll go home if you don’t want to see me.”

He furrowed his brows, “I don’t want you to go home I-” he stopped himself mid sentence and cocked his head, “I’m not upset with you (y/n).”

You blushed again, “It’s okay if you are Tom.”

“I’m not, of course I’m not,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Tonight’s just not going how I thought it would.”

“Well, do you want to talk about it?” you tried stepping closer, but he didn’t open the door for you.

He stared at you for a minute, his mouth hanging open before he finally nodded, “Yeah, kind of. I’m sorry I snapped at you back there, you’re a grown woman, you can flirt with whoever you want, I just…” he trailed off and sighed, “I just get protective.”

“Just protective?” you pushed, “It kind of seemed like maybe that wasn’t all you were feeling…”

He let out another deep sigh, his eyes darting away from you as he spoke, “I mean what do you want me to say here (y/n)? I think I made it kind of obvious.”

You were both quiet for a moment. He had nothing to be jealous about, and you wanted to tell him that, but actually spitting out was harder than you thought it would be.

“Maybe we could just sit down for a minute?” you suggested softly.

He nodded and opened his door the rest of the way so you could follow him inside. Sitting on his night stand he had two water bottles and a couple of snacks.

“I wanted to be ready in case we both got hammered,” he explained as he sat on the edge of his bed, “So I brought some stuff up here earlier.”

“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as you sat beside him, “Tom I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry (y/n),” he groaned, “You’re my best friend, I just want you to be happy okay?”

“I know, but I shouldn’t have done that…” you bit your cheek, “I shouldn’t have flirted with him, I didn’t realize it would make you so upset. I was just trying to figure out if you were, you know, jealous.”

“I was very jealous,” he popped his knuckles nervously, “I had this whole plan for tonight. I wanted to have that stupid tournament so we could win and then I could kiss you and it’d be this whole big thing,” he chuckled, “It sounds sort of stupid when I say it out loud, I was just trying to be romantic.”

“That’s really cute Tom, I would have liked that a lot,” you fiddled with your hands nervously, “I hope you know that I’m not into him, like, at all. I was just trying to figure out if you were jealous or not so I would know if you felt the same way as I do.”

“(y/n) I am totally crazy about you,” he slipped a hand over yours.

“I’m crazy about you too,” you squeezed his hand and your eyes darted to his lips, you wanted to kiss him but you weren’t sure if you should, “So what now?”

His tongue darted out over his lips while he stared down at yours. Without another word he set his hand on your cheek and leaned in towards you. He pressed his lips to yours gingerly, they were soft and he was gentle. He tasted like cheap beer, something that would have disgusted you if he were anyone else, but you were so happy just to be kissing him you didn’t care.

Finally you separated, Tom hovered close though, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours, “I want you to be my girlfriend, you know, if that’s cool with you.”

“That depends,” you bit your lips, “Is there gonna be more kissing involved?”

He nodded and gave you another quick peck, “Loads.”

“Well in that case, I’m in,” you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him even closer, “You wanna go be the annoying couple that makes out in the middle of the party?”

He hummed, “As fun as that sounds, I think I’d rather spend the rest of the night up here, just you and me.”

“That sounds nice. We could throw on a movie, snuggle a little,” you agreed, “I still wanna steal some of your clothes though, it gets chilly up here.”

“Sounds perfect,” he pecked your lips again with a smile, “I’ll grab you a sweater, but keep the hat on, I think it’s sexy.”

You laughed as he rose from the bed, “Alright, whatever floats your boat captain.”

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Could you plz write something about dad!harrison dealing with his toddler’s tantrums/terrible twos.

I changed this just a lil but it's still similar

There was nothing better than watching Haz be a dad. He was the best with your little girl. Even when she, herself, was a nightmare. Jane looked just like her daddy, and of course you'd joked about her having his attitude too, but it wasn't necessarily true. Like today. 

You had announced to Harrison that you were pregnant with his second child, and before you announced it to Jane, he wanted to be able to tell her if she was getting a little sister or a little brother. It turned out your new baby was a boy, much to Harrison's surprise considering the similarities in your first and second pregnancy. But regardless, he was excited to tell your baby girl. And the result was less than perfect. 

His announcement came from you, and was you telling her she was getting a baby brother from mommy's tummy soon, and almost the second you told her they were a boy, she'd burst in tears and she was sobbing and screaming, her face bright red. 

Harrison had grabbed her and cradled her in his arms, her head tucked into her shoulder. He pouts at you, 

"She's really upset." He murmurs. You smile, 

"She'll get over it." He scoffs, 

"She will, I won't." He tells you. You giggle, 

"I'm sure you won't." He sighs, sitting her on the couch, 

"Jane darling… you are going to have so much fun either your baby brother. You having a little sister won't change anything. You can be just as mean to a little boy." He reasons. She heaves as she continues to cry. You can tell by the look in Harrison's eyes that it's killing him. You move in, stroking her hair down, 

"Jane…" You wait until her eyes meet yours, "you like Mr. Shadow right?" You reference her stuffed bear from Harrison's mom. She nods, wiping her red rimmed eyes. You hum, 

"And you love having tea parties with him huh?" You pose. She nods again. You smile, 

"Well… the bigger the party, the more extravagant you have to get which means cake and ice cream at your tea parties." You tell her. Harrison looks between you, watching Jane light up at the mention of a few of her favorite things. You press a hand to your belly, 

"Your baby brother is gonna have his own friends like Mr. Shadow and I just know that's he's going to want to join yours and Mr. Shadow's tea parties and he'll help you get that cake and ice cream." You bribe. Harrison's heart lightens at the look in Jane's eyes, his hand reaching out to smooth her hair down. He leans in and kisses her cheek, 

"You're gonna be such a good big sister huh J?" He poses. She nods, glancing up at him, "to a baby brother huh?" He adds, testing the waters. She gives a sniffle, but she nods again, staring up at him, 

"Yeah." He smiles,

"That's my good girl. Think there's still some of Uncle Tom's red velvet cake left in the fridge, you wanna check?" He asks her. She nods, eyes lighting up again, throwing herself into his arms. He smiles, kissing her temple. You stand along with him, following him into the kitchen. After he fetches the leftover birthday cake Tom had insisted you take home for your little girl and a fork, he turns to you, 

"How bout…" He takes your hand, "We stop at two. If I have to pick up the pieces again after she has a breakdown over another baby brother, I'll have to commit myself to a psych ward." You giggle as he corners you against the counter. Reaching up to stroke his cheek, you lean in and kiss him, 

"You're the one insistent on a second baby. Wasn't my idea to get pregnant again." He smiles, leaning in to kiss you again, a little more soundly this time, humming, 

"I know but… maybe not a third." He murmurs. You nod,

"Keep it in your pants then Osterfield." You squeal as he smacks your bottom before he's fishing two more forks from the drawer, 

"Let's see how much baby boy likes cake before his big sister's tea parties." He murmurs, handing one to you and twirling one between his fingers. He watches you chew for a moment, wondering how he got so lucky with two of the most gorgeous girls on earth and a little boy on the way. 

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love, you HAVE to continue the moonwater x pregnant reader who are announcing the pregnancy with a very dramatic barty and over enthusiastic sirius

say less (this was supposed to be a short little blurb, how'd it end up being so long? [it's cuz they're dramatic])

poly!moonwater x pregnant!reader who tell their friends // 2nd trimester

The first sound you heard when you, Remus, and Regulus stepped through the floo at Potter manor was the sound of Harry squealing in delight.

“Again, Pa’foo! Again!” The toddler cheered as Sirius, who was laying on the floor on his back, took Harry’s hands in his and lifted his godson up into the air by his feet.

“Quick, Red! What are those muggle flying thingies called again!?” Sirius shouted through the apartment. 

You chuckled at the sight as Regulus tried passing you a sweater on account of “the many drafts in Potter manor” which you quickly refused. “I think you’re looking for aeroplane, Sirius.” 

Sirius leaned his head back further so he was looking at you upside down and offered you a flirty grin.

Before he was able to say anything too salacious, Harry squealed and launched himself at you.

“Auntie!”

“Hi Haz!” You cheered back, bending down to hold the child to your chest. “Having fun?”

Harry confirmed that he was as he moved to hug Remus and Regulus before tearing off to tell his parents that everyone was here.

Sirius accepted Remus’ hand up and they clapped each other on the back in what Regulus has dubbed a “bro hug” that he was “zero percent interested in ever receiving, thank you”.

“Nice of you all to finally show up. V’been here for hours already.” Sirius taunted.

“He’s a sodding liar.” You heard Lily say as the four of you made your way to the dining room where Harry was already sitting in his booster seat and shoving food into his mouth by means of one baby fork and one pudgy hand. “He’s been here for five minutes maybe.”

Sirius scoffed. “You’re no fun, Red. I didn’t even get to see the little twitch in Reggie’s jaw at the thought of having held everyone up.”

“Sod off.” Regulus hissed as he smacked his brother upside the head.

“Lily! Regulus just hit me!” He cried, rubbing the back of his head.

“Squealer.” Regulus muttered darkly and took a seat as Remus pulled out a chair for you in the place beside him.

You didn’t realise how quiet the room had gotten until after Remus had pushed your chair back in underneath you and took a seat to your opposite side. You looked up to notice all eyes were on you.

“What the hell is going on?” Lily asked bluntly.

“What do you mean?” You asked, though your voice sounded relatively high.

Sirius let out a disbelieving laugh. “That one?” He said as he pointed an accusatory finger towards his brother. “That one had etiquette lessons drilled into him from the moment he could walk. This one?” He continued, moving his finger to Remus. “Is the least gentlemanly man I’ve ever met.”

Remus let out a simultaneously hysterical and offended laugh as he looked cautiously towards you and Regulus. “I am too a gentleman!”

“You’ve never once pulled out my chair, Moony.” James accused with narrowed eyes.

“And why in the hells would he pull out your chair, Potter?” Regulus sneered.

“A gentleman would.” Lily argued.

“He would not!” Remus countered.

“Only an un-gentleman would say such a thing, Moons.”

“You’ve lost the plot, Sirius.”

“Are you pregnant?” Lily whispered, causing the table to fall silent again as everyone returned their attention to you.

You looked awkwardly between Remus and Regulus again; this isn’t exactly how you’d planned to tell them. You were hoping to have at least made it through your meal before you opened up the discussion, knowing there would be plenty of questions. 

You don’t know why you even bothered to make plans with this lot; getting just about anything done was guaranteed to be nothing short of chaos. 

“Oh, my gods. You are.” She breathed out in disbelief, a grin spreading across her face.

“Shut up.” James said as he slammed his hands down on the table, looking between you, Regulus, and Remus imploringly. “Shut up; no you’re not. Are you? Are you really?”

You let out an emotional laugh and nodded, looking down to your lap where you were nervously wringing your hands before one of Remus’ joined the mix.

“Oh my gods!” James shrilled as Lily let out an excited squeal.

“How far along are you? What are your cravings? Have you had terrible morning sickness? How far along are you?” Lily asked in rapidfire.

“Okay, okay. Salazar, take it easy.” Regulus admonished placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We’re almost fourteen weeks now. The cravings change almost every week, but this week it’s been spicy foods.”

This earned you all an indignant scoff from James at having spicy cravings and not going to him for recipes.

“Which has been awful for the heart burn.” Remus noted lovingly causing you to flush impossibly further. 

“Morning sickness has been a bit of an issue.” Regulus continued.

“And is usually an issue well throughout the rest of the day and evening as well.” Remus added. 

“Fourteen weeks!?” Sirius finally screeched, looking at the three of you in faux admonishment. “You’ve known for fourteen weeks that I was going to be an uncle-”

“Again.” James corrected quietly.

“Again.” Sirius agreed without breaking his stare with his brother. “...that I was going to be an uncle again for fourteen weeks, and you didn’t bother to tell me!?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sirius.” Regulus scoffed dismissively. “We’ve only known for almost eight weeks.”

“Eight weeks!?” James and Sirius chorused.

“I needed to be shopping seven weeks ago.” Sirius squawked.

Remus titled his head at his friend. “Why only seven weeks?”

“I’d need at least a week recovering from the fact that you’ve defiled my brother.”

You and Remus scoffed at that. 

“Defiled him?” You begged incredulously at the same time as Remus muttered “I wouldn’t be surprised if this was his doing.”

James gasped dramatically at that. “Do you know who the other parent is?”

“James!” Lily and Remus chided at the same time.

“Now, Potter. Generally, when three people love each other very much, and they bring a child into the world, they’d all be parents.” Remus explained as if it had been Harry who asked the question.

“Sod off, that’s not what I meant. Is it going to be a Black? A little cub?” He carried on, sucking the air out of the room.

James always meant to say the nicest things, they just never came out quite right; and this time, he’d struck a bit of a nerve.

Fortunately, Sirius never allowed moments to stay awkward for long.

He groaned in disgust. “Never mind that; the child is damned either way. Do you know if it’s going to be a girl or a boy?”

You snorted at that as both Remus and Regulus harrumphed quietly and sat back in their chairs. 

“It’s a little early for that, Pads.” Lily explained.

“The boys are divided on what the sex of the baby is going to be so they’re not going to find out until the baby is born.” You explained, causing Sirius to grin mischievously. 

“They’re not going to find out, you say?”

“But you are?” James asked excitedly.

“Yeah, I’ll find out at the 16 week checkup.” 

“Don’t even think about it.” Remus warned Sirius and James who both squawked in protest.

“Absolutely not; if Remus and I aren’t finding out, neither are you two.” Regulus proclaimed. 

“Fine, but I want in on the bets; who’s betting on which sex?” James asked as he leaned his elbows onto the table - nearly right into his mashed potatoes.

“The sex of my baby is not a bet!” Regulus protested as Remus said “I think it’s a girl.”

Both Sirius and James hummed as they leaned back in their chairs and Lily scrutinised you. 

“I think it’s a girl, too.” She claimed.

“Yeah I’m with Moony.” Sirius said as he brought his glass of wine to his mouth.

“Moony!?” James hollered. “After it took us 700 years to convince him we’d be fine on full moons and we’d been right and he’d been wrong? Nope.” He said with a pop of the p. “I’m putting my money with Baby Black.”

“Never call me that again, Potter.” Regulus muttered.

“Who all knows?” Lily asked as the conversation relaxed and you all began eating.

“No one.” You admitted. “You guys were the first people we’ve told.”

Lily made a sweet cooing sound as James and Sirius (and then Harry) cheered.

“Wait wait wait!” Sirius interrupted. “Does Junior not know!?”

You and Regulus grimaced as Remus barked a laugh.

“That’s next on her list.” Regulus answered, evading any responsibility of his oldest friend onto you.

“My list?!”

“He’s your friend.” He argued.

“He was your friend, first.”

“Yeah but he’d literally push me in front of a stampede of Hippogriffs for you.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Regulus; he’d push anyone in front of a stampede of Hippogriffs for fun.” You countered darkly, picking up the glass of wine that had been sitting in front of you before you realised what you were doing and Remus quickly plucked it from your hands and replaced it with a glass of water.

“Perhaps, but he wouldn’t push you in front of a stampede of hippogriffs, would he?” Regulus challenged, raising a perfectly arched black eyebrow at you.

He was so handsome it pissed you right off.

“You’re actually going to leave your pregnant girlfriend to the hyenas?” 

“I’m not leaving my girlfriend to the hyenas.” Regulus scoffed and turned back to his plate. “I’m only leaving her to one.”

Like the absolute sodding bastard that Regulus was, he really did leave you alone to the hyena. He claimed he had a meeting with the Wizengamot he couldn’t miss, but you claimed bullshit.

And the longer you and Barty travelled between the shops on Oxford street, the more you were beginning to lose your nerve.

He was your best friend; why were you afraid of him?

“The fuck are you looking at you stupid fucking tosser? I’ll rearrange your organs; keep walking!” He spat at someone he decided looked at the pair of you either too strangely or for too long, you’d never know.

Right….that was why.

Suddenly, Barty gasped dramatically and grabbed your arm rather roughly. “You know what we should do?”

“What?”

“We should get matching tattoos!” He said with a beaming smile. 

You patted his cheek in a way that if even his own boyfriend had tried it, he’d have been bitten, but you were just rewarded with him leaning into it. “Barty, how many matching tattoos do we have?”

“Thirteen. Why?” He answered readily. 

You laughed again, and took both of his hands in yours. “Actually, Barty. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“I knew it.”

“What?”

“You’re sick and tired of Reg and Lupin and you’re ready to run away with me. I’ve got passports and bags packed at the ready; we’ll start a new life in New Zealand.” He explained nearly all in the same breath.

“No! What? No, Barty I-”

“Oh my gods, you killed one of them, didn’t you? It was an accident; no, they deserved it, I’m certain of it. You need help hiding the body?”

“Barty!”

“Both of them, Treasure? That’s okay, I think there’s enough room in the Crouch family plot to hide them.”

“Barty! I’m pregnant.” You finally admitted, watching as Barty cut himself off mid sentence to stare at you blankly. 

You were sure it was about 26 seconds of Barty staring intensely into your eyes with his hands gripped tightly in yours before those eyes flit down to your stomach.

It was another approximately 34 seconds where his eyes flit between both of yours and your stomach before he had his arms around your waist and was carrying you off to gods knows where.

“Barty Crouch Junior! You put me down right now!” You demanded.

He pfft’d at you and hiked you up further under his arm. “Fat chance; last time I left you alone for any amount of time, you got yourself knocked up.”

“Bartemus!”

With an overly dramatic sigh, Barty placed you down onto a bench on the street and crouched down in front of you.

“You’ve been pregnant all day and you let me drag you all around kingdom come?” He implored, shaking your shoulders gently. “You have two men at home; do they know you are out on your feet like this?”

“Well, yes, but-”

“Give me your cellular device.” He demanded, holding his hand out expectantly.

“Barty, seriously I-”

“The cellular device, witch!” He squawked with an impatient snap of his fingers.

You knew better at this point in your friendship than to argue with Barty when he got like this, and handed him your phone.

He looked at it for a few moments before hastily handing it back to you. “Make it ring Lupin, and Regulus too. I know you two convinced him to get one; he’s always text messaging Evan.”

You sighed and did as asked, organising a three-way call between you and the boys before Barty ripped it back out of your hands and held it to his ear.

“Yes, hello, am I speaking to one-half of the dumbest duo in all of the British Isles?” He spat into the phone.

“Yes, and hello Lupin, thanks for joining this call. There’s an emergency.”

You cringed at Barty’s very purposeful word choice when you heard the voices of both your boyfriends pick up in volume over the phone.

“Yes, well, you best hurry. We’re near the Disney Store on Oxford St.” Barty demanded before hanging up and looking at you excitedly. “We should go to the Disney Store!”

“What have you done?”

Barty didn’t have a chance to answer before you heard two snaps of apparition from an alleyway a few shops away from you and you saw your two boyfriends running over.

“Dove!” 

“What’s the matter!?” Regulus demanded, crouching next to your form immediately as Remus knelt directly in front of you.

“Well hello to you too, boys. Merlin you’re with rude blokes, Treasure.”

Regulus’ silver gaze darted menacingly to Barty. “You told us there was an emergency.”

“Are you okay, dove? What’s wrong?” Remus asked you quietly. You offered him a reassuring smile before Barty carried on in his theatrics. 

“There is an emergency, you knobhead. You’ve not only defiled this beautiful flower; you’ve allowed her to walk for kilometres with her condition!”

“Condition!?” You and Regulus squawked at the same time.

“Junior.” Remus admonished with a tired sigh. “She’s barely five months along and-”

“Five months!? You’ve been keeping this from me for five months!?” He beseeched as he turned his ire onto you.

“And,” Remus raised his voice. “It’s good for her to stay active; it keeps her and the baby strong and healthy.”

And didn’t that just shut Barty up.

“Hey. Yeah I’m alright thanks, how are you?” Regulus said into his phone, causing the three of you to all look over at him.

“Yeah, can you come pick your boyfriend up, please? Oxford Street near the Disney Store. Right. Okay, thanks. Bye.”

He pocketed his phone and looked at Barty with no lack of vexation.

“Now why would you call my boyfriend, Black?” Barty asked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, causing you to scoff at the hypocrisy. 

“You feeling okay, dove?” Remus asked again, squeezing your elbow gently with and looking at you with eyes so full of love and concern you felt like you were going to implode.

“I’m okay; we’re okay.” You insisted, causing him to let out a relieved breath and press his forehead to your abdomen. 

“What have you done now, Junior?” Evan drawled as he casually walked towards the four of you with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Barty stomped over to his boyfriend and plucked the smoke from his lips and vanished it disturbingly close to the muggles brushing past the two of them.

“We’re in one of those moods, are we?” Evan looked Barty up and down disapprovingly. 

“She’s pregnant.” Barty emphasised, throwing a dramatic arm out behind him to gesture at you causing a passing man to have to duck lest he be clotheslined. 

“Oh, bet? Congrats.” Evan said, nodding to the three of you.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” Barty said with a stomp of his foot.

Evan simply rolled his eyes before he picked his boyfriend up and threw him over his shoulder. “Right, let's get you home.”

“Treasure! You need anything, anything, and you ring me, yeah? Get Regulus to give you Evan’s number. EVAN, TAKE ME TO A MOBILE STORE!” 

Their forms disappeared behind a building a few moments before you heard a snap of apparition and you all let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re really okay, dovie?” Remus asked again, a protective hand cupping the nape of your neck and his other hand resting against your waist.

“Just fine, bubs.” You assured him, pressing a kiss to his nose. You were rewarded with Remus relaxing his shoulders and Regulus letting out another sigh of relief.

“Well, I think that went rather well.” You offered cheerfully.

That earned you an unimpressed glare from both boys.

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[musicforastylesrestaurant]

The Bath Tub.

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authors note - this photo is making me go feral and please be aware that this is my first time writing something like this so please be gentle with me :)

word count - 2k

in which, your looking for your husband backstage at his concert, and get directed by a crew member that he’s in his dressing room. things get heated the second you walk into the room, and there’s nothing like a quick quickie in the bathtub.

As you stand backstage at Wembley, the excitement and anticipation in the air are palpable. Your heart flutters with both nerves and pride, knowing that your fiancé, is about to grace the stage and captivate thousands of adoring fans. You can't help but feel a sense of overwhelming love for him, the man who stole your heart and filled your life with joy.

As you wander through the backstage area, you spot Harry's manager, Jeff, bustling about, coordinating last-minute details. With a warm smile, you approach him and ask, "Hey, Jeff, have you seen Harry? I wanted to wish him luck before the show."

Jeff looks up from his clipboard and smiles back, "Oh, hey! Haz in his dressing room. He's just getting ready."

Thanking him, you make your way to Harry's dressing room, the excitement building with each step. As you reach the door, you hesitate for a moment, not wanting to intrude on his pre-show routine. But the thought of seeing him before his big moment is too tempting to resist.

You knock lightly on the door and then slowly push it open. Inside, you hear the faint sound of murmuring. Your heart skips a beat, wondering if you should come back later. But then, you realise it's Harry's voice, and he must be talking to himself or rehearsing.

As you step further inside, you notice that the bathroom door is closed, and the sound of running water fills the room. Curiosity gets the best of you, and you approach the bathroom door quietly, not wanting to disturb him.

The murmuring gets louder as you approach, and you can't help but feel a mix of concern and intrigue. You gently push open the bathroom door, revealing a sight that takes your breath away. There, in the bathtub, sits Harry, his head hung low as he runs his fingers through his wet hair, preparing for his performance.

You stand in the doorway, feeling a mix of excitement and affection as you watch him, sitting in the bathtub. The soft, warm glow of the bathroom room lights highlights the contours of his face and the tattoos that adorn his skin. Your heart flutters at the sight, and an overwhelming sense of love washes over you.

Water trickles down his bare skin, creating rivulets that trace the lines of his muscles. The tattoos, usually captivating, now seem even more prominent against his wet, glistening skin. Each design tells a story, a piece of him permanently etched into his body, and you find yourself admiring each one with renewed fascination.

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, fluttering with excitement and anticipation. You can't help but be drawn to him, his presence magnetic and captivating. As he moves, washing the water over himself, you catch glimpses of his muscles flexing, and your breath catches in your throat. The way he cares for himself with such ease and grace only deepens your admiration for him.

The sound of water fills the air, mixing with the soft murmurs of his voice as he unconsciously talks to himself, preparing for the show ahead. It's a private moment, one that makes you feel privileged to witness. You realise just how lucky you are to have him in your life, to be able to share these intimate moments with him.

His eyes, the colour of emerald green, flicker up, catching you observing him. There's a hint of surprise, but it's quickly replaced by a warm and affectionate smile that tugs at your heartstrings. You offer a shy smile in return, feeling like a fluttering butterfly yourself, captured by his gaze.

As your eyes meet his, you quickly realise that Harry has caught you staring at him. A playful glint dances in his emerald green eyes, and a mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

He knows he has your attention, and he's clearly enjoying the moment.

"What’re ymlooking at, m’love?" he teases, his voice low and smoky, sending shivers down your spine. You feel a light blush creeping up your cheeks, but you can't look away.

You remain speechless, the words caught in your throat. Instead, you see him raise his hand, gesturing for you to come closer. A mix of nerves and excitement courses through you, but you can't resist his playful invitation.

Slowly, you step forward until you're standing beside the bathtub.

His eyes never leave yours, and he leans forward, his face now mere inches from yours. You can feel the warmth radiating off his skin, and you're tempted to close the gap between your lips, but he beats you to it. He plants a soft, lingering kiss on your lips, making your heart skip a beat.

With a flirty smirk, he pulls back slightly and asks, "Are y’just going t’stand there, or are y’going t’join me?"

You let out a nervous chuckle, feeling the butterflies in your stomach intensify. "H, I don't have any spare clothes to change into."

He raises an eyebrow, a playful glimmer still in his eyes.

"Who said y’need clothes?" he teases, running his fingers gently along your arm.

Your heart races, and you can't help but give in to the temptation. You slip off your shoes and start to unbutton your shirt, feeling a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. Harry's eyes never leave you, and he bites his lower lip, clearly enjoying the show.

You climb into the bath, sitting in front of him, facing each other. The water envelops you both, creating a soothing and intimate atmosphere. Harry can't help but smile as he watches you playfully accept his invitation.

With a sparkle in his eyes, he leans forward and pulls you gently onto his lap, your bodies close but still leaving room for comfort. Your heart races with anticipation as you feel his warm embrace, and you can't resist leaning in closer to him.

The moment your lips meet, a spark ignites between you. The make-out session becomes a dance of passion and affection, each kiss more fervent than the last. Your hands find their way to his hair, running through his damp curls, while his hands gently caress your back, sending shivers down your spine.

“Wanna have some pre-show fun?”he pulls away from the kiss, slightly breathless, your lips plump due to smacking against his ones, and you nod your head, as an answer to his question.

You felt his lips fall to your neck, peppering kisses against the skin there and making sure to leave a mark there. “Harry…we’re in…we’re in a bathtub.”

“And?”

“And?”you turned to look over your shoulder to the bathroom door, making sure that it was shut. “Someone could walk in.”

“I can be quiet,” he nips at your jaw, making you inhale a small breath at the action. “Can you be quiet? Can you be quiet for me, baby?”

His words made all the heat rush to your core, that was close to his cock that was hard, brushing against the inside of your thigh from where you were sitting on his lap.

You nodded your head at his words and that was when he lowered his hand down into the water and tickled the inside of your thigh, his knuckles dragging increasingly close to your ache.

“Fuck m’life,” His gaze lowers slightly, racking his eyes over your naked torso, pupils blown. “Your heavenly, like a fucking angel.”

The next words that leave his lips have you whimpering out.

“Y’so wet f’me.” He mused, and your surprised you didn’t lose it right then and there, his fingers work and run along your clit in small circles, eyes closing slightly at the sensation radiating through your body.

“Please don’t tease me,” you whisper, chest rising and falling, even though he had barely touched you. “I don’t want your fingers, there’s no time.”

“Yeah?”His fingers continue to tease between your legs as his head tilts to the side. “Where do you want me? Tell me where and I’ll give it to you, give you anything y’ask for m’angel.”

“Inside me,” you open your eyes and lean forward, he can feel your breath on the top of his nose, “Please H…inside me.”

He retracted his hand, and lowered it even further so it was touching his aching cock. He shifted slightly so the tip of it could be seen atop of the water, it was pink, completely rock hard and if you squinted you could see it ouzing with pre-cum.

He fisted his length a few times, warming himself up a bit more, before he lifted up your hips and lined himself up with your entrance, running it up and down your folds a few times in a teasing manner before pushing inside of you with a gaped mouth.

“Shit,” Harry was trying to be quiet but he had no control when it came to you. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Always feel so good for me,” he rushed out, hips thrusting in and out of you, eager to get you both to reach your climax at the same time. “Can never get enough of you.”

Your breath is laboured as you lean your head forward and pepper kisses against the skin of his neck, where his tattoo dedicated to you was located.

“Y’gonna finish soon?”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded your head, feeling your legs starting to shake at the feeling of your impending orgasm. “Uh-huh.”

Your whimpers and moans are anything but quiet as you feel your fiancés thrusts becoming slightly sloppy. The water is splashing around the two of you, head thrown back.

He leaned his hand down and pressed it against your clit, making your eyes go wide.

“I’m close…”you told him, still bouncing up and down on his length. “I’m so close…so close.”

He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your lips that were becoming slightly chapped due to the humidity of the room. “C’mon lovie, come for me, give me what I want.”

And you didn’t need to be told twice.

You came quickly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the beginning of your fiancés orgasmy started to brew. It wasn’t long after you that he came inside of you, seeing as you were on birth control.

Small whimpers emitted from his lips at the rush he felt, his forehead falling against your shoulder.

“I love you.”

“M’love you too.”

A soft knock echoes through the bathroom door, pulling you both back to reality after your intimate moment. It's Jeff, Harry's manager, reminding you that time is ticking, and the concert is just moments away.

"Hey, whatever the two of you are doing in there, hurry it up! You've got to be on stage in fifteen, you animals," Jeff's voice teases from the other side of the door.

You and Harry let out small laughs, your foreheads falling gently against each other as you catch your breath. The playfulness in Jeff's voice reminds you of the world waiting outside this private space—a world filled with thousands of eager fans, eagerly anticipating Harry's performance.

"Alright, alright, we're coming out," Harry calls out with a chuckle, not the least bit embarrassed by the interruption. He glances at you, a tender smile gracing his lips, and you can't help but feel a rush of affection for the man beside you.

As you untangle yourselves and get out of the bath, you quickly dry off and get dressed, Harry wearing a black jump suit, with pink love hearts designed on it, not shirt on underneath, leaving his tattoos on show, still feeling the warmth of the intimate moment shared. The excitement of the upcoming performance now mingles with the sense of closeness you experienced in the bathroom, creating a unique mix of emotions.

Harry opens the door to find Jeff waiting, a playful grin on his face.

"Took you two long enough," he teases.

You playfully roll your eyes and nudge Harry's shoulder. "Blame him. He started it with his flirty looks."

Harry raises an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh, so it's m’fault now, is it?" he retorts with a grin.

You can't help but giggle, feeling grateful for the light-heartedness that surrounds you both, even in the midst of the nerves and anticipation. With the clock ticking, you grab Harry's hand, intertwining your fingers, and make your way out of the dressing room.

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[anadiasmount]

something about dad!jude porfavorrrrr I need this in my life 😍😍😍 I feel like Jude would be such a good dad especially with a little girl. Aaaaaaa porfa haz esto

amorcito te quiero tanto, por eso te escribo este blurb para ti!! 😘 haven’t been okay since that pic with a little baby 😔💔

“look who it is ellie! it’s dada!” you say in a baby voice, jude walking in and immediately rushing to both of you. your daughter excitedly gasped and kicked her feet, anxious to be in her daddies hold. jude kisses her chubby cheeks and forehead, whispering just how much he missed her and you.

jude placed her on his side, his hand brushing your cheek and capturing your lips in an awaited kiss. just a couple days apart but it drive him crazy. he hated being away especially when the two of you were left alone. “how are you? was she okay?” he asked, walking into the kitchen hearing ellie blabbering.

“more than okay, she slept through all the nights, maybe woke up once or twice but overall she did so good,” you sighed, making a cup of tea for the two of you since it was late. you wore one of jude’s oversized tees and a pair of cookie monster oh shorts. jude finding it hard to be away, especially with his daughter along him.

he missed the two of you terribly. his thoughts constantly consumed at how you were doing? what you were up to? if you were okay? he was super protective and only wanted the best for his girls. “i missed you so much little one, tore my heart when i saw you crying when i left,” jude pouted before blowing raspberries in her neck and tummy, loud giggle taking over the room.

when jude had away games, he had to leave with his daughter clung into him, tears in her big brown eyes, repeatedly calling out for him as a sign to not go. it was always such a hard thing and he felt guilty leaving you with her in that state.

“did so good for mommy! that means i’ll buy you ice cream, new bows for your hair and a new toy,” he promises seeing her make an o shape with her mouth and looking at you in shock. the two of you copying her which made her squeal. “she is so big now,” jude said sadly, looking into his daughters eyes, ellie offering a toothy smile. “can you stay this tiny?”

you wrapped your hand around his bicep, kissing it before slowly rubbing away the food on ellie’s mouth, pushing her wet and already coated with products curls up. the night shower going to help her fall asleep, all through the night once again. ellie yawned, leaning her head on her daddies shoulder, tiny hand also coming up to lay beneath her her cheek.

jude rubbed his hand against her back, cooing her to sleep. he grabbed her milk and pouring into her disney princess themed bottle, also grabbing her binkie just incase. “you got it or want me to do it?” you ask him, also yawning due to how late it was. “i can do it, just wait for me in our room, i’ll be there soon,” he pecked your lips sealing the promise.

he walked into ellie’s room, turning on the air humidifier, and lamp in the corner of her room. changing her into a new diaper as she fought her sleep. jude sat on the rocking chair, ellie laying in his arms as he gave her the bottle and read a book quietly to her. it seemed like she wanted to stay up, but it was past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

jude stood up after reading three books, rocking her gently and softly side to side, her binkie now in her mouth as she slowly fluttered her eyes to sleep. “you’re so beautiful ellie, i love you so much my sweet girl…” he sang and hummed the lullabies you sing to her when she was with you. kissing her cheeks and curls, once she finally fell asleep in his arms, grabbing the back of her head gently and placing her in the crib.

“shh, shh, shh, shh,” jude said softly, fixing her small pillow and covering her with a blanket, tucking her teddy bear next to her and the binkie as well. jude fixed the baby camera grabbing the charged screen and shutting the lights off. he put back the books and took the empty bottle with him as well. he closed the door to her room as quiet as possible, going downstairs to wash the bottle and coming back up immediately.

“i brought her a new one, just incase she does wake up at night,” jude said to you, placing the small bottle into the tiny fridge you had. “thank you handsome,” you spoke tiredly, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep. jude checked on ellie one more time through the baby monitor, seeing her sound asleep with her arms up.

“was she fussy?”

“nope not at all. she fought her sleep but that was all,” he said laying next to you, bringing yo to his side and kissing you deeply. “i want another baby,” jude pouted. you giggled, “i know you do… but i want to enjoy our time with ellie first, see her grow up and enjoy our time a bit before bringing another baby into our lives.”

“you’re such a good dad to her jude, she’s so lucky to have you, i’m so lucky to have you! but seeing you with our ellie it’s just so pure and a different love. you’re a natural, so loving, gentle, and you spoil her like crazy…” you whisper, making jude nervous and shy.

“a natural? really?”

“mhmm. it’s like you were made or were already ready for this dad life,” you nod kissing his jaw. “i love you y/n. i hope you know that making you my wife has been the most amazing decision ever. and make you a mommy as well,” jude teased, feeling the gently slap in his chest. “seriously, thank you for bringing and carrying my ellie to us…”

the next morning jude was up first, leaving a kiss on your head before grabbing the monitor and seeing ellie awake. jude smiled wide, making grabby hands at her when she grabbed onto the railings almost jumping in excitement. “good morning my sweet angel! how’d you sleep?” he kissed all over her face, pushing her coils back as she squealed loudly.

jude put the baby monitor to charge, walking downstairs to the kitchen and pouring her juice in a bottle. “let’s make you and mommy some breakfast okay?” jude said, still carrying her since she refused to be put down. he made coffee and cut up some fruit for ellie, siting her in her high chair.

he poured the coffee in the mugs, fixing the plate with eggs, fruit, utensils, syrup and small waffles in the breakfast stand. carding both his daughter and the food all the way upstairs. “go go go! go wake mommy up,” jude ushered, laughing at ellie crawling rapidly to you.

someone tugging on your hair woke you up, seeing your daughter clapping as she giggled. “hi good morning my silly ellie girl,” you kissed her head sitting up and rubbing your eyes. jude came to your side, rubbing your back with his hand and offering you coffee, “me and ellie made breakfast for you.”

“did you really? you helped daddy?” you praise her, ellie siting on your lap as you took a sip of coffee. jude say next to you, kissing you and whispering a good morning before feeding ellie some breakfast and her silly cup with juice.

“would exchange anything to spend my morning like this with my beautiful girls…”

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[violetsandfluff]

You Flower, You Feast 🌻

concept from @pancakerry: harry coming home to y/n making dinner !! very domestic blurb:)

word count: about 600

a/n: i actually love this lol

“Pretty woman,” Harry hummed, sidling up beside you at the stove. He placed a hand on each of your hips as he peered over your shoulder into the pot you were stirring.

“Harry,” you chided teasingly before whirling around, spoon in hand, still dripping with scalding hot chicken broth. “You know the rules. No peeking when I’m the cook.”

Harry shook his head incredulously, stepping back and holding his hands out as a sign of resignation. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Cut up some strawberries,” you instructed, gesturing to the counter where they sat on a damp paper towel. “They’re already clean.”

Harry nodded, barely listening to the words rolling out of your mouth. He was preoccupied with taking you in. He admired the sparkle in your eye as you scolded him for peeking at the soup, the daisy tucked behind your ear and forgotten about, and the outfit you were wearing. It was nothing too revealing, but he could tell how comfortable and confident you were wearing it.

“Harry. The strawberries?” she called over her shoulder when she turned back to the soup, sprinkling some homegrown herbs into it for flavor.

“The strawberries?” he mumbled numbly, trying to remember what you had asked him to do with them. He scooped them into his hands and brought them over to the sink, emptying them into a pasta strainer and running them under a stream of cool water.

“I told you they were already clean, Haz,” you explained in exasperation.

“Oh,” he said slowly, grabbing a second paper towel to dry them in. “What do you want me to do once I cut them?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you chuckled to yourself. “Now seriously. Earth to Sous Chef Styles? Cut up the strawberries, please and thank you.”

Harry used his minimal knife skills to cut the strawberries into small, disfigured hearts. He transferred them into a small, milky glass bowl and handed them to you.

“All of the hearts to the love of my life,” he said proudly, and you chuckled to yourself as you tried to decipher the shapes of the berries.

“Go make yourself useful setting the table,” you giggled, handing your husband a handful of silverware and napkins.

As he left, you uncovered the muffin tin that was hidden on the counter beneath a loaf of bread. You decorated each cupcake with a dollop of whipped cream and a few strawberry “hearts” before covering the pan back up and hiding it before Harry turned around.

You scooped the steaming soup into two bowls and carried them carefully to the kitchen table opposite the stove, setting them on the hay-colored tablecloth between the antique silverware and chipped coffee mugs, both of which held red wine.

“Are these flowers from the garden?” Harry asked, fingering a pink rose petal. “All of the rain has been really good for them.” He picked up his chair and soup and repositioned himself beside you so he could see out the west window where the sky was ablaze with fiery orange clouds. A cool breeze drifted in, stirring the flowers and your hair.

The steaming soup was enjoyed alongside steamy kisses and buttery rolls as the sun set. Harry’s hand enveloped yours as you ate, and he fingered the pearl on your ring finger beneath the table as if it were some precious secret.

~~~

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[tomholland1996simp]

could you make a blurb of Tom holland x reader when they have a daughter and she hears someone call him ‘Tom’ so she copies

Never done a blurb before so hope you all enjoy this!

‘Tom’ || Tom Holland

Toms friends were over today, he invited them to come and chill by the pool on the hot day. Music played in the background as you all sat around and in the pool, talking and having laughs. Yours and Toms daughter, Darcy, was swimming with the help of her uncles, Harry and Sam.

She had her arm bands on, helping her to stay afloat. The young Holland was only 2 years old, she could just about talk. You decided to dip your feet into the pool, the cool water hitting your legs. You watch your beautiful daughter splash and laugh as the boys messed around in the pool.

Harrison then ran and jumped into the pool, making a big splash of water go all over you and Darcy. “Harrison!” You squeal as all the water flew into your drink. He came up from being under the water and just smirked laughing at the splashes of water on your body.

“uwcle Hawrrison, you splash” Darcy wines rubbing her eyes as the water had splashed all over her. “Sorry little one” He chuckled at the cute girl pulling her close to him, so she’s resting on his hip. He moved her hair from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yo Tom! Jump in!” Harrison called his best friend, who sat down next to you placing a small kiss on your lips.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “In a little while” Tom took a sip from his beer using his free hand.

“Come on Tom, you haven’t even gotten in for ages” Harrison said splashing him to try get him to come inside the pool. Darcy copying his actions and splashing you both, giggling when Tom kicked the water up at the pair.

Darcy was then next to speak, “Tom come play” She made grabby hands wanting her father to come in the pool with her. Everyone was silent for a minute realising that she had called him ‘Tom’ and not ‘daddy’ like she usually did or ‘dada’.

Harrison chuckled a little as he saw Toms face. “What did you call me?” He chuckled a little as the girl wiggled out of Harrison’s hold to swim to her mum and dad.

“Tom” She smiled.

“No, no. Baby, it’s daddy. Not Tom” He said as everyone started to laugh even you.

“Come, pwease Tom” she held onto his legs trying to pull him in. Then she turned to you, “Mummy I want him in” she said. Everyone knew Darcy was a daddy’s little girl.

“So you can call her mummy not y/n and you call me Tom?” Tom placed his beer down with a pout.

“Go on Tom, play with her” You smirk teasing him a little. “Yeah Tom” Harry smirked as well.

Tom slowly pulled himself into the pool, bring his daughter close to him. “Yay! Can we plwy now” She asked him, Tom still not liking her saying his name.

“First you have to say my name, my name you usually call me” He held onto her close.

“Tom” She smiled making him pout even more and a whine left his mouth.

“Noo. Darcy, love. It’s daddy, not Tom. Just daddy or dada, anything else but Tom” He pleaded waiting for her to say his usual name. That’s when Harrison whispered something into her ear, making her giggle.

“Thomas?” She questioned with a giggle.

Everyone started to laugh at the little girl and her father. Tom however pouted. “Harrison!” He whined.

The little girl tried to swim to her uncle Haz, Tom held onto her tickling her sides making the girl giggle. He loved her laugh. “Stop. T-thomas” She screamed as he continued.

“Stop calling me that and i’ll stop. Call me ‘daddy’ or ‘dad’ anything” He kept ticking her sides and stoped a little waiting for her to say a name.

“Daddy, stop” She smiled and he smiled back liking this name better, his actual name. He let go of the girl as she tried to swim over to Harrison. He held onto her arm pulling her closer.

“Tom” She began to giggle again, Tom swimming over to them. Harrison held onto the girl swimming away from Tom, laughs fell out of all there mouths.

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[stylesharrys]

Living for the Tom imagines, they’re amazing! Request idea if you were writing anything else - The reader meets Tom’s friends for the first time in a pub to watch football? xx

A/N: first piece of writing in so so long, my inbox is always open for little blurb ideas, so send them in if you ever have any! I’ll always get round to doing them eventually!

//

You can’t help but chew at the inside of your cheek in nervous anticipation for what’s to come. You’re not usually nervous with meeting new people, but meeting Tom’s friends for the first time has your palms clammy.

“Just be yourself, it’ll be fine. You know Haz anyway.”

Tom’s right, you know it’ll be fine and you’ll get along with them. But you’re more nervous about meeting his friends than you was with meeting his brothers.

“I know, still anxious though.”

In all honesty, you’re quite thankful the football will be on — at least then all the attention won’t be on you and it won’t be an awkward first-meet encounter.

Tom pats your thigh as to stop it from bouncing. “Chill, it’s fine. Do you want me to grab you another drink before they get here?” His offer sends relief through your body.

“Please,” you gasp with wide eyes.

You’re already a double gin and lemonade down, but one more might be all you need to take the edge off.

He plants a kiss to the top of your head as he gets up and leaves you in the corner or the table.

Keeping your eyes glued to the back of his head, you try to count the curls you can see to calm yourself as he saunters toward the bar.

Too focused on his brown locks, you don’t notice the group of five boys walk through the entrance of the pub. It’s only when a hand waves in front of your face that you jolt back in your seat with a flinch, and look to your right.

Haz stands at the end of the table, cheerful smile on his face as you grin back. “In a world of your own there,” he laughs.

You smile sheepishly, standing to give him a hug and say hello. Harrison notices Tom’s lack of presence and takes it upon himself to introduce you to their friends.

Stephen, James, Alex and Dean.

“The first and only important question I have to ask you,” Alex starts, pulling out a seat right opposite you, “What football team do you support?”

Silence falls over the group and suddenly five pairs of eyes are on you. And of course, Tom returns with your double gin in hand when you’re under the spotlight.

It could be a deal breaker, your answer. The boys stare at you like it’s a life or death situation, and if your dad and brother hadn’t have brought you up with football being an essential subject, you’d be nervous.

You grin, amused that they’ve even got a doubt you would be anything but a Yid.

“Spurs, obviously.”

They break out into grins like orchestrated Cheshire cats, Dean throwing a fist in the air in excitement and you notice how Tom lets out a heavy breath.

“Come on, lads. Did you really think she’d support anyone else?”

You take a sip of your drink, the anxiety now flushed through your system. Tom shuffles closer to you so Harrison can sit beside him and you shimmy into his side.

With a kiss to your temple, he grips your thigh and takes a sip of his Amstel with a wink.

“Told you darling, nothing to worry about.”

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[tranz-regent]

lil horror blurb inzpired by @thesternest talkin abt eldritch trainz

the longer you ztay on the train the more you realize that everyone around you iznt moving. they dont get off the train. they talk, but they zpeak in circlez repeating the zame converzationz over and over. the couple acrozz the aizle from you are telling eachother about their weekend planz for the third time. the woman next to you haz been zilent for hourz.

you glance at her, and shez already ztaring where your eyez land. “got any planz for the weekend?” she azkz you. her lipz curl at the cornerz, peeling apart to reveal perfectly white teeth. like red meat zeperating over bone.

you zhake your head quickly and look away. you dont think she doez the zame.

youre not zure how long itz been zince the lazt ztop. youre not zure how long until the next. you hear, faintly from a few zeatz behind you,

“got any planz for the weekend?”

you dont think you want to be on thiz train anymore

#potap writez #emjoy

[sadisticsongbird]

i think i’m falling for you ~ tom holland

summary: request given by anonymous - “can you do a fluff with any of the ghouls where they meet reader for the first time any slowly fall in love with them until they're completely smitten?”

warnings: nothing (maybe a swear word or two)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: sorry i have been so inactive lately. i just cant seem to focus on anything because of multiple things. this probably isnt my best work but its here. thank you for all of your patience and love on my last blurb and i hope to post more again soon!!! much love!!!

Tom had never thought he would find normalcy in his line of work. There was a constant breach of privacy, hell he couldn’t even go to his parents house in London without it being plastered all over the media. They twist things so easily, labeling articles Co-Stars Tom and Zendaya Dating After Release of Spiderman: No Way Home after capturing a picture of him and his female co-star when Haz had conveniently decided to go to the bathroom. That was part of the reason he kept you hidden away after bumping into you at a coffee shop. I know, cliche right? But he wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was a small cafe in his family’s neighborhood, a place where you had just moved a few months ago. You had found the cafe on one of your walks and since then, it had become a comfortable place for you to collect your thoughts. 

You had known that Tom Holland lived in your neighborhood, or at least his family did. It didn’t bother you much nor make you unable to contain your excitement. In fact, you hadn’t ever had the chance to see him whenever he came home, and you understood. Keeping your life private must be a hard thing to do when you work in front of a camera 24/7. You had just chalked it up to ‘I’ll meet him when I meet him.’ You weren’t a fan by any means, but you had seen his work and had to hand it to him, he was GOOD. 

Tom had just gotten home for a two week break before he had to go back to New York and finish filming ‘The Crowded Room.’ He loved being home with his parents and brothers. When he walked in the door, he barely recognized his youngest brother. Paddy had grown to be close to his height. He had been away for too long. He missed his family and friends and everything about his home. Pulling on his coat, he walked back out of the house almost as soon as he arrived. Making sure to greet his parents first, he left for the small coffee shop in the center of his neighborhood. It was a small walk from his home and he loved the hot chocolate they had. It was perfect for the cold weather starting to seep in. He had ordered his coffee and began to walk towards the table in the back of his shop. For the second he looked down at his phone, you had stood up from your chair to go ask for another straw for your tea. Bumping into him, you both fell, your tea falling off the table and his phone finding its place in your spilled liquid. 

“Oh my god, I’m SO sorry. I really need to watch where I’m going. Fuck, I’m such a clutz.”

You hadn’t even looked up yet, assessing the situation of his phone soaked in your tea. You were too worried about having to pay for a new one if it didn’t turn on, too concerned if the person in front of you was going to be angry or if they would be forgiving. Tom wasn’t worried one bit about his phone, he could get a new one. He would also get you a new tea, whatever the cost. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it. The only thing that Tom was looking at was you. Your baby hairs fell over your face perfectly, shaping your jaw from the angle he saw you at. The rest of it was tied back in a braid and he swore that a quick updo had never looked that good. 

After your entire scene, you didn’t hear him utter a single sound so you looked up to catch him staring. Him. Tom. The person you hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet. Fuck. Are you kidding me?

“You’re-you’re…”

Upon seeing your eyes fill with recognition, he stuck his finger over his lips. Although his neighbors were quite polite about not making a scene about him being home, there was always a person or two that had never met the celebrity before and was always excited to have the honor. You stopped talking immediately. His hood was up and you assumed that he wanted to keep his presence quiet. He stuck his hand out to grab his phone. Once he had it, he stuck it in his pocket, not worrying about if the screen was cracked or not. He got up, leaving you the only one on the floor. You were surprised when he held out a hand to you when he was standing. You took it, regardless, dusting yourself off and trying to avoid the spilled drink on the floor. An employee came up behind Tom with a mop and began cleaning it up. 

“I’ll get you a new one,” he said. “A drink, I mean.” His nervousness was leaving you shocked. “I’m Tom…but you knew that already, sorry.”

“I-it’s okay,” you stuttered. God, what was wrong with you? “I was pretty much finished with it anyway.” He glanced at the huge puddle on the floor, doubting your words, but he didn’t want to push.

“I’m Y/N.” You held out your hand for him like he had for you. Little did both of you know that that little handshake would lead to spending the next two weeks together, and the next three months after that. 

Tom had been away for a couple weeks, and although you had gotten used to him being gone, you didn’t like it. Both of you knew that you had only known one another for a couple of months, but that didn’t change a single thing about the way that he felt about you. He had expressed that he really wanted you to come with him to the last week of filming, but you didn’t think that he’d follow through with it until you were sitting at your kitchen counter with a ticket in your hand and a call from Tom on FaceTime. 

“What do you mean come to New York?”

“I mean, come to New York. I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you next week and the directors won’t let me leave.” “Tom, I can’t just up and leave. I have a job, a house-” “And all will be taken care of. I got Sam and my parents to help pitch in with house sitting. As for work, I know that you have vacation days and sick days stocked up because you told me yourself,” he said with a grin.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes sarcastically. Trying to do it without being noticed by Tom, you looked down at the ticket. You didn’t want to get his hopes up by letting him know you were considering it. 

“Please, love. I want you here,” he puppy pouted, following his plea. 

The ticket said that your flight was tomorrow morning. That left not even twelve hours to get yourself ready to go and sleep and find a ride to the airport in time. You really wanted to go, but you didn’t know if you could. There was so much to take into consideration. You had only known Tom for about four months, but at the same time you had never felt happier or as in lo-. Whoa, don’t go there, not yet. And although Tom led a tough life, you were sure he was coming to feel the same. And that’s why through the phone, seeing the adoration in his eyes, you said…

“Yes.”

-

Your flight was short, at least it’s what it seemed. You had fallen asleep the moment the plane lifted off of the ground and only woke up when the attendant had told you to begin grabbing your carry on bags. You had waited by the baggage claim for your bag for a while, but you were now headed for the entrance where Tom said there would be a taxi waiting for you to take you to his place. At least the place he was staying for this portion of filming. The driver was right where he had said it would be and the car ride to the place was long enough for you to watch an episode of your favorite show. You had never been to a city this big and seeing all the tall buildings raised excitement in you. The last time you had traveled was when you moved, and even then the only sights to see were small shops in the most popular place back where you had lived. You were prepared to go sight-seeing with Tom and could only hope he got time off. Otherwise, this whole trip was a waste. 

When you had gotten to the set, security had taken you on a golf cart to the set the Tom was on. You were told not to touch anything, not to disturb directors, actors, or anyone else on set. Tom’s brother, Harry, whom you had only met twice, would stand by you until Tom was finished. The set was quiet except for the little murmurs of the actors that could only be heard if you had headphones on or were close enough. When you had first spotted Tom, he was out in the middle of the set with someone you had recognized from Mean Girls. He was wearing a white shirt and blue sweats and the moment he saw you, he gave you a smile when the camera panned away from his face. Then his face went back to normal, fitting back into the character he was playing. You admired the way that he did his job so accurately. So, for the next while, you watched Tom alongside his brother, every once and a while him coming over to say hi or to make a comment about the scene. When he was finished, he was hustled to hair and makeup to get his clothes off and wash up. He couldn’t wait to go back to his place with you. 

-

“Tom, can we please go to bed?” you asked. The two of you had been up and watching movies for the past hour. 

“Yes,” he said. “I swear, if I have to see one more movie with Meryll Streep…”

“She’s a good actress.”

“Better than me?” He raised his brows. 

“Yes. Now turn the TV off and go to bed. I’m still jet lagged.”

You turned over, wrapping the majority of the blanket around your body. He leaned over to the other side of the bed you had both agreed to share to shut off the small lamp light. As soon as it was off, he dragged the blanket off of your body and onto his. 

“Hey!”

“You want warmth, you gotta come over here,” he said, opening his arms. 

You moved into his body more and felt his arms wrap around your torso. Snuggling into him, you felt happy. Like this is where you were meant to be.

“Could I take you out for tomorrow? Like on a picnic,” you heard him mumble into your neck. 

“I would love to go out with you.” You turned over to face him and placed a small peck on his cheek. 

Tom couldn’t contain his smile for the rest of the night.

-

“Believe me. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.” 

Tom was grumbling because of the way that the day had turned out. He had taken you to the small park across from his hotel room and even had the basket and food laid out when you got there. The bad news was that now you were both stuck under a small canopy at the park, watching your food get swallowed up by the rain. It was almost like it came out of nowhere. The forecast was clear, Tom’s only reason for suggesting it.  He was excited to spend Valentine’s with you and have a perfect date without his or your family messing something up. Both of your clothes were soaked and the canopy didn’t do much keeping you dry. It was a little cold, but you didn’t shiver, trying to keep Tom happy with the way that things were going today. 

“Please, Tom. It’s not the end of the world. We can still do something.”

“But it is, Y/N. I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

“And you did.” You reassured him, laying your hand on his shoulder. “It’s just a shame that we couldn’t enjoy it.” 

He was still upset, his face looking towards the ground. You didn’t know what you could do. Tom’s driver wasn’t supposed to come pick you up for another hour and it wasn’t like you could go anywhere else without people recognizing him. He had specially made sure to keep people out of this park today so you could spend it together without being interrupted or having your relationship be outed to the public. He was careful about those little details. 

The only thing you could think of was to spend your time here. Impulsively, you started walking out from under the canopy. Tom’s head jolted up. 

“Y/N, get back under here. You’ll catch a cold.”

You ignored his words, keeping your eyes on the swings ahead of you. Your hair was soaked, dripping down your skin, but you didn’t care. You were determined to cheer Tom up. You didn’t turn around to see, however he came running after you. He was much faster than you, catching up in no time. You hadn’t even made it to the start of the pebbles before he grasped your waist. He picked you up as easily as could be, swinging you around so you weren’t facing the park anymore. 

“You know, you’re a feisty one?” he laughed, pulling you close and you giggling all the while. 

“I know.” 

He stopped everything, looking into your eyes. You loved his eyes. They were so easy to stare into. He never broke eye contact with you, moving his hand up to get the loose strands of hair and peel them behind your ears. Tom brought his fingers back down towards your chin. 

“I think I’m falling for you. “

“Me too,” you mumbled, leaning into his touch. 

He leaned down and you swear you felt fireworks. He molded his lips with yours, neither of you caring about getting sick anymore. He was so tender with you, leaving a warm feeling gathering in the pit of your stomach. His hands kept moving, not staying in one place for too long. Every time he explored further down, you grasped tighter on his hair. You grew to love the feeling of his curls in between your fingers. When he peeled away from you, his eyes didn’t fail to meet right back with yours. Tom grabbed your hand and melded your fingers together, pulling you closer, if that was even possible. Sitting under the rain with one another, you both realized that you’d never been happier.

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[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

Wipeout

Status: Completed

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Hooking up with Tom seemed like a great idea, he was a pretty boy, a carefree surfer, one of your best friends. You knew he’d never want anything more than sex and that was perfect for you. It was the perfect arrangement, until it wasn’t. Now you two are struggling to save your friendship while you navigate your new and confusing emotions. 

Warnings: Smut, angst

Taglist

Regular Masterlist

❀  ゜.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．゜❀

Chapter 1 - Surge

Chapter 2 - Smooth Water 

Chapter 3 - Undertow

Chapter 4 - Whitewater

Chapter 5 - Getting Barreled

Chapter 6 - Clean Waves

Chapter 7 - Lull

Chapter 8 - Rogue Wave

Chapter 9 - The Drawdown

Chapter 10 - Tsunami 

Chapter 11 - No Blood Left in the Water

Epilogue - The Crest

❀  ゜.・゜-: ✧ :-　　-: ✧ :-゜・．゜❀

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[pbnjparker]

📝 hi! Could I please request a blurb with Tom Holland where the reader, the Holland brothers, and haz are going to pick up Tom from his wisdom tooth removal. He is on the medication from the surgery so he is really funny and loopy. The reader and him are best friends and he accidentally confesses that he loves the reader? (Basically a cute friends to lovers story) tyyy

an: to my lovely anon!! tysm for requesting and for participating in my bday celebration!! i hope you enjoy this short but sweet blurb :)

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader

"So when we get inside, Harry you're going to have to record every minute." Harrison said, "He's already a wit just imagine how he's going to be now that he's gone under."

You laughed and lightly shoved Harrison, "Don't be mean to Tom! Especially not now that he's vulnerable" You said looking over at Harry, "Don't stress him out too much." Harry nodded in agreement, "Y/N is right, I don't think we should stress Tom out." Sam said patting your shoulder.

"You guys make us two feel bad. We're not that bad, right?" You chuckled immediately, "You guys are bad. I'm sure he doesn't take anything to heart."

You reached over for the door handle, pushed the door open and walked over to the front desk, "Hi, we're here to pick up Tom Holland." You smiled, "You must be his girlfriend; he's been asking for you since he's been up." The nurse said, "Follow me to the back."

"Mr. Holland, your girlfriend is here." She said, "Oh, I'm not his girlfriend." You corrected her, "Of course you are silly." He slurred, smiling at you.

"Make sure he takes his antibiotics twice a day and bleeding should be normal but if you notice any excessive bleeding give us a call." You nodded softly, "I'll leave you two alone; he should be ready to go in about fifteen minutes. I'll let your friends back here as well soon."

Tom laughed, "Y/N, you're so pretty." He slurred again, "I'm so in love with you."

You smiled at Tom, "Is that so?" Tom nodded his head furiously, "Absolutely, I love you so much!" You laughed, "I love you too." You said softly; pressing a small kiss on Tom's forehead.

"Has he done anything dumb?" Harrison asked, "Harry don't stop rolling." Harry walked past you, immediately putting his phone in Tom's face, "Leave him alone guys!" You giggled, "He hasn't done anything dumb."

"I told Y/N that I love her." He sang, "And she loves me too!" He smiled grabbing your hand, "And we're getting married!"

"He just did!" Harrison said laughing, "You got that right, Harry?" He nodded, "Every single second."

tagging my lovely moots <3 (sorry for tagging u guys :p)

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[musewritingsforyou]

Asked and Answered

I love you sm for this! an adorable little fluffy blurb is here for you, I hope you like it!

1k

tw: none!

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I was never exactly a fan of PDA. More than just the “oh im single and I hate couples showing their affection for one another around me” kind of thing. It was more that I was never comfortable or close enough with someone where I could get to a point in a relationship to be casually touched and not have it make my skin crawl. That was the first thing about my relationship with Harry that my friends and family noticed. The weirdest thing was, I hadn't even realized it was happening. I didn't even think to call it “PDA” , that is, until the boys started to mention it.

We were sitting on the bus together all eating dinner, take-out from some Chinese restaurant we got on the road to our next venue. Per usual we weren't having a formal sit down family dinner, just lounging about in different parts of the bus, eating and doing work, looking at emails, watching tv, just hanging about in some of the only free time that we get. Harry and I were watching friends on the couch together, cardboard containers of food in our laps.

“You smell good” His head was resting in the crook of my neck and I could feel the muscles in his jaw clenching as he ate his food. I rested my own head on top of his.

“Because of the food or because I showered?” Idle conversation. Nothing of importance, nothing out of the ordinary. But that's how we like it. Even when we are sitting close practically whispering in each other's ear, we don't generally do anything but try and be together.

“Think a bit of both. What would you do if I started calling you noodle?” I laughed and placed my close to finished container back on the table in front of us.

“Um, I’m not sure, I guess it depends on why you would call me noodle”

“Dunno, just thought it might be cute” he placed his own container on the table and we nestled into each other pulling a blanket over ourselves.

“Oh god. No. Just no.” Louis walked in and squeezed his eyes shut at the picture of the two of us on the couch. For a second it didn't even occur to me what he might have thought seeing us like that with no one else in the room.

“What? Can we not watch Tv in peace?” I picked my head off of Harry's chest for a moment to speak.

“Only if you want to be tortured endlessly for all of enternity.”

“Okay you're just jealous because you don't have someone to cuddle with. And don't even try to deny it. I know a touch starved man when I see one.” I could feel the rumble of Harry’s chest under me as he laughed.

“You know what. I have had enough of the two of you. Goodnight, I hope you both wake up with bad backs and tingling arms.” The both of us said nothing and merely looked at eachother with raised eyebrows.

Eventually we fell asleep just like that and woke up the next morning to the sound of several boys around us. As soon as I got them to dispel I tried to stand to go to the bathroom but Harry's arm locked me down.

“Haz, I need to pee.”

“Cuddle with me”

“Harry, I’ll come right back okay I promise.” I kissed his forehead and tried again, still not even budging.

“Harry.”

“I want cuddles”

“You're a child” I gave up, ignoring the urge to pee and hoped that the boys heard every single word of that conversation, maybe with enough teasing and a little bit of luck, they could set me free from the warm prison of love I had been caught in.

“Really Harold? ‘I want cuddles’” Liam mocked as he walked into the room. Harry merely ignored him and nestled his face into the crook of my neck.

“This is giving me second hand embarrassment mate i'm not gonna’ lie to ya” Niall walked in as well and sat across from the both of us. Harry picked up his head again and looked at me with bug puppy dog eyes.

“At least one person won't make fun of me” Niall burst out laughing before I started a smirk.

“Well, I don't know that I would go that far, Love, and I'm so close to pissing my pants right now that I very well may break out of the cuddle puddle you have locked me into.”

“I thought you loved me.”

“Harry?” Louis asked from a corner

“What.”

“You know you look and act like a child with a new toy when she's around ya, right?”

“And?” they all laughed at him again

“You think I'm cute right? Coz that's all that matters to me.”

“I think you're absolutely precious. Not matter what they say I wouldn't give up my cuddles for the world”

#harry styles #harry styles comfort #harry styles imagines #one direction #onedirectiontour #oneshot

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

Kissing in the street:

a Harry Holland blurb

A/n: cleaning out my docs cause I have run out of room and I stumbled across this 😊 hope you enjoy.

Sorry I have been mia, life and all.

Masterlist / taglist

You could hear the footsteps behind you as you stomped away.

"Y/n! Come on!" Harry protested. The street was empty of traffic as it was late in the night and regular people were probably laying in bed with their partners. Unlike you, who had just dramatically left the pub after causing a scene that was sure to get you yelled at tomorrow. "No Harry! I'm done!" You fumed as you stopped in the middle of the street and pulled of the four inch heels that were currently killing your feet.

"I'm sorry ok! I didn't know he was going to do that," Harry called after you as you continued your path down the street.

"You didn't know?!" You seethed as you spun around to face him, only about twenty feet away from you. "That's great Har! You didn't know! What about stepping in and telling him that was a line he didn't need to cross, or i don't know, maybe just admit to the fact that we have been fooling around for the last year," you shook your head as you took a few steps forward bringing your finger to his chest and poking it. "Instead, you sat there, as he tried to hook me up with some creep, who couldn't take his eyes off my cleavage," you looked up at him as you said the last part tears in your eyes. You felt hurt and betrayed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he looked into your eyes. "you know-"

"Yeah Harry, I know. It would complicate things, if people knew, there's a reason we've kept it this long. I've heard it all before, and quite frankly. I don't care, I can't. I'm done, this-" you gestured between the two of you, "this is done" you turned to walk away but we're quickly pulled back into Harry's chest.

"No," he said sternly. "I'll tell everyone, I'll shout it from the rooftops, whatever you need, but I'm not letting you walk away from me, from this, from us," he told you with a panicked look.

You stared up at him, a man that you were so in love with who was so afraid of the one thing you wanted. Commitment.

"It's too late," you whispered.

"No," he shook his head as he cradled your face in his hands. "It's never too late, not for this, y/n, I love you, I love you more than I've ever loved another person, and I can't lose you, not like this," his eyes stayed locked on yours, a silent plea in them as he stared you down.

"Y/n!" You heard Tom call from a ways back down the road, jogging towards the two of you with haz and Sam in tow. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I wast trying to make you uncomfortable," he called as he got closer.

You kept your eyes on Harry who was still staring at you, not leaving any space between the two of you. "Better back up or they will see," you sighed as you went to push from his grasp.

"Let them see," he mumbled before he pulled your face to his, crashing your lips together in a bruising kiss.

"Y/n, I'm sor- oh," you heard Tom say from right behind Harry.

Harry continued to cradle your face in hands, his tongue swiping across your lower lip begging for entrance, which you happily granted. The kiss itself was so intense you could almost forget about the three boys that stood only a few feet away from you. He pulled away resting his forehead against yours. “I meant what i said,’ harry whispered. “i love you, and im not letting you go without a fight,” he stared at you waiting for anything.. A yes, a no, a smartass remark, anything… but all that came was your silence, and your pained eyes as you looked up at him.

“I don't mean to interrupt,” Sam's voice cut through the silence of the vacant street. “But I feel like I missed a whole lot from when we left the bar until now,” there were two accompanying ‘uh huhs’ as Harry backed away and looked to the three boys that stared at the two of you.

“Well-” Harry began.

“I'm way too drunk for this,” Harrison admitted with a hiccup before saunturing over and throwing his arms around one of both yours and Harry's shoulders.

“Lets go back to ours, get a nice cold beer, and you guys can make out for us again because that was hot as fuck,” harrison proclaimed as he pulled the two of you forward back towards the pub.

“Hazzy!” you groaned, smacking his arm. He shot you a smirk before taking the heels from your hand and walking forward leaving you and Harry in the back of the group.

This was about to get interesting

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[jahayla-parker]

300 Followers and Birthday Celebration!

Thank you all for the support, it’s crazy I have 300 of you on here 💜

To thank you, I’m doing two interactive things:

I will be hosting a voting/poll for you to chose which work will be posted next (minus a few I have queued up already for next few days -mentioned below). These details will be found at the bottom of this post!

The following list has emojis to send in via ask to have some fun and get to know each other more!

Celebration Asks (open until 11:59 November 30 PST):

🎵 send in a song lyric and character for a blurb and/or moodboard (please specify if you want both or only one)

💞send in some details about yourself for who I’d ship you with (if specific universe or set of people/characters, please note this)

📖send in a link to a work you’ve done that you want feedback on

🤷‍♀️ send in kmk, cym, wyr, etc.

👯‍♀️mutuals only: send in for a handwritten note from me to you

🤫send in your anonymous honest thoughts on me or my work, on characters/people/universes I write for, on anything you’d like to get off your chest

🎉send in information about you or an aesthetic of your choosing and a character/person for a personalized moodboard

🤗send in any question you’d like me to answer; about anything!

Poll/Voting Information (Open till November 18th 12pm/Noon PST):

Rules are:

One vote per person

Must be following me

Vote must be submitted by November 18th (Friday) at 12pm/Noon PST to be counted

Options are:

Lying Bastard : Kaz Brekker

Kaz breaks up with reader and sends her away claiming it is because she can’t keep up when it is actually for her own protection. Jesper eventually notices and tells Kaz they need to go and “get his girl back”.

To Gamble or Not to Gamble : Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of “We can't afford to gamble like this." "Are you kidding? This is the perfect time to gamble."

Disappointed : Preference for Kaz Brekker, Peter Parker, and Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of: "I mean, what did you expect?" “Nothing. And I was still disappointed."

Game Over : Preference for Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Kaz Brekker, and Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of: "You're supposed to be dead!" "Yeah, sorry about that."

Cannot Be Broken : Tom Holland

Reader is Tom’s gf and she ends up injured due to a fan interaction (protective Tom)

Crushing Plans : Peter Parker

Reader is classmate of Peter’s and has a crush on him. Peter has to chose between y/n and MJ. Reader is a good witch and helps Peter during the events of Far From Home.

Dents & Dinners : Tom Holland

Tom takes reader out to dinner after he hits her in the head with a golf ball.

Instant Support: Harrison Osterfield

Reader is in a long distance relationship with Haz but supports him when he experiences a loss and he returns the favor when she loses someone close to her.

Comfortable: Austin Butler

Reader and Austin have been dating for awhile and y/n notices he is beginning to worry too much about his appearance and fame, prompting her to press for a night in just the two of them in comfortable clothes.

Happily Ever After Series : Harrison Osterfield

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

Happily Ever After Series: Tom Holland

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

“Til Death” Happily Ever After Series: Kaz Brekker

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

Warmth : Tom Holland

Autumn prompt where Tom encourages reader to change out of her wet clothes

Halloween Treats: Tom Holland

Tom and reader end up having a make out session while trying to pass out candy on Halloween

Risk : Kaz Brekker

Y/n was his greatest risk, but he’d risk anything for her

Burning Vengeance: Kaz Brekker

Reader seeks vengeance on those who wronged Kaz in the past

Getting Personal: Tom Holland 18+

Reader is the personal assistant for Tom and they start a sexual relationship

Stuck : Kaz Brekker

They were stuck together for better or for worse, no matter what demons and past lives existed. Kaz was stuck with accepting that y/n cared for him and saw the good in him no matter what.

Never Steal From The Devil : Kaz Brekker x Reader (& Six of Crows x Platonic!Reader)

Someone makes the horrible mistake of kidnapping y/n and has to learn firsthand why you never steal from the devil

Wips that are not open to voting

Under The Weather : Freddy Carter

Freddy takes care of a sick reader.

Not an option as already scheduled

TikTok Prank Preference of “Stuck tampon” for : Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Sam Holland, Harry Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Kaz Brekker, Freddy Carter, Jesper Fahey, Aaron Warner, Cardan Greenbriar, Pjn Hawthorne, Austin Butler

Blurb preference with the characters/people listed above based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Not an option as already pre scheduled

Happy Birthday : Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harrison Osterfield, Nikolai Lantsov, Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Freddy Carter, Austin Butler, Cardan Greenbriar

Blurb and moodboards for how they’d celebrate reader’s birthday and their own.

Not an option as already pre scheduled

Bewitched Love : Peter Parker

Reader from crushing plans x Peter during NWH events

Not an option as this is a part two to Crushing Plans.

Tagging mutuals and taglists: @theslayerofthevampires @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswifey @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @laylasbunbunny @natswife-marvelicious @emmymaehereeeeee @belovedholland @toms-gf @belovedstyles @parkerxreader

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