#Harry messing around in the practice video

[srldesigns6277]

hi Sam. why did you delete that post about the 2011 x factor performance with JLS or whatever that boyband's name was. thanks god our boys were never like the rest of boybands. i had never seen that rehearsal video before and wanted to reblog your post but it just evaporated :((

I'll repost it, I just felt weird that it wasn't an original version of the post, like someone from 2011. I'll add it on here and the performance from X Factor :) Thank you for asking. I just didn't know if anyone cared about, I only just learned about it today anyway.

One Direction Performed with JLS in 2011 on X Factor. The Practice vid and Performance.

[theshiftingwitch]

The ethical dilemma of permashifting

And other Shifttok shenanigans!

Despite the fact that Shifting is a centuries old practice across countries, religions, and peoples, it had gained a lot of fame through TikTok in 2020 due to the rise of Dracotok (thank you Harry Potter fandom!)

If you haven't seen that famous video of a creator coming back from an eight months shift to Hogwarts, then you have missed a big piece of Shifttok lore. However, that fame brought with it a lot of debates concerning the morality of Shifting as a practice, with people (young and old alike) declaring their own moral code as the one true religion for shifting. (sounds familiar? Bear with me.)

From the shifting police, to creators claiming their S/Os told them they would miss them once they shift back (*cough* Draco Malfoy *cough*) to people straight up lying about shifting for views, a lot of misinformation has been swimming around the Shifttok pool, threatening to drown baby shifters with it. Clones (not a thing), respawning (not what you think it is ) being kicked out of your dr... it was a mess. At one point, the majority of Shifttok has even unanimously agreed that permashifting is wrong and despicable, and you should never ever ever do it or else you're a terrible person.

What is permashifting? It is simply choosing a different reality to this one to shift to, and deciding to not shift back. That's it. That reality becomes your current reality or your original reality or whatever you want to call it, and your awareness shifts from there if it chooses to.

Your life here doesn't cease to exist. You don't die or end this version of reality and kill everyone else with you. You are simply not aware of what happens here anymore, and your current self continues to live as they were, and so does everyone else around you. No one will know you permashifted, because your soul and your consciousness are, in fact, not the same thing.

So why is everyone and their grandmother so against permashifting?

That's because, dear reader,(if you're still even here) those people are treating this reality as the end all be all to all realities. They believe this is the one true reality, and everything else is just a divergence, a self insert fanfic, or even worse, a fictional story for their own amusement. What some seem to not understand, is that all realities are equal, all planes of existence hold the same weight, and whatever reality you choose to be aware of does not determine whether you're a good or a bad person. It is simply a reality, and you are simply the awareness.

So why do we take the moral code of this reality and force it into the others? Why aren't you allowed to permashift and experience a reality where all of your dreams come to life? Why do you have to suffer in this one with a mere break here and there in your desired reality? Why can't you stay there and experience joy and happiness and love like you've never had in this one?

You can.

Permashifting is perfectly okay. You're not obligated to stay here simply because this happened to be the first reality you became aware of in this lifetime. You are allowed to experience whatever brings you joy and ease and peace and love across all realms and universes.

You don't have to limit yourself to the box this reality and its people are forcing on you. Just because you were born at a certain year here doesn't mean that's the only year you can be born in across ALL INFINITE REALITIES. Just because you are a certain race or ethnicity or gender here doesn't mean you have to be that exact same race, ethnicity, or gender across all universes. Just because you're human here doesn't mean you can't be anything else throughout time and space! And just because you were born here doesn't mean you have to stay here.

Everyone has an opinion, it doesn't mean every opinion is valid. And by all means, if you think this here (my opinion) is not valid, feel free to disregard it completely. However, know this:

You are limitless. Ageless. Bodiless. You are pure consciousness. You are the universe, and if this experience is not to your liking, you have the power to change it. Don't hold back.

Happy shifting ❤️

[gumballavocadoharry]

Harry and River;

Showtime:

Tonight was the night of River's school play. It was a 'Hey diddle, diddle' production and River was cast as the spoon. I knew River was excited as he had been practicing all week. I was so excited for him; texting everyone I knew: Mitch, Sara, Gemma and Mom about River's opening night.

"Daddy, can rexie come too? He's excited and he wants to wear his bone tuxedo," River had that little slur to his words, as he was still learning how to punctuate them. I shook my head with slight amusement, "No baby, but I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear all about it once you get back home." River furrowed his eyebrows in slight disappointment. But his eyes glistened again upon remembering it was almost time to get dressed.

I had secretly bought some flowers for River, like what all great performers get after their show. I was going to give it to him backstage after the play.

"We have to go, daddy!" He said, dashing up the stairs. I myself followed closely behind in putting on a dress shirt and pants. "Ready?" I yelled to River from the hallway. "Here I am!" He came out in a dress shirt and dress pants as well, jumping giddly around the house. "Oh, I can't wait rivie, I bet you're gonna be the top of your class with your acting skills,"

"Thank you daddy!" River skipped to the car.

The drive was anticipating. I was nervous that River would get stage fright or that he would mess up his lines and I didn't want him to get embarrassed on stage. But River practiced his lines, even in the backseat of the car. Once we arrived at the preschool, River was assigned to go to a certain door behind the stage to get ready.

"See you after the show daddy!" He said, rushing off. "Have fun my little nugget!" The little brunette boy ran to his teacher, who was ushering the kids towards the door. I trollied inside the auditorium, where the rest of the parents were sitting or mingling with each other. I talked to a few parents before taking a seat close to the front with my video camera.

"Hello everyone, take your seats as the show will start in just a couple minutes." The teacher announced. She ran backstage to check on the kids; giggles could be heard from behind the big bulky curtain. A smile crept up on my face hearing the little laughs of children, especially River's. "The show will now begin."

The music started and the curtain slowly rose. The cat and his fiddle were the first to take the stage, followed by the cow and the moon. And then the dish and spoon (River) were on, and that's when I started filming. "That's m'boy! The little spoon is my baby boy!" River looked adorable in his spoon costume along with his co-star who was wearing a giant plate.

Once the play ended, the curtains closed and the audience clapped. The kids and teacher took a bow. I clapped the loudest, whistling with my fingers. "I love you River!" I called, amongst the cheering crowd. I ran backstage and gave River the flowers as he was changing into his regular clothes. "You were amazing! Can I have your autograph Mr. River Styles?" He giggled, before taking the pen I lended him and signed my arm. I plopped a kiss on his cheek and gave River a big hug.

"What if I become a big actor one day and travel all over the world?!" He squealed, excitedly.

"I'll still be so proud of you! But.....take daddy with you and remember to look both ways before crossing the street, oh and hold my hand." I giggled, before smooching him with another kiss on his cheek. "Looks like you've got a number one fan River!" Ms. Dellwinger laughed. River's cheeks blushed once he noticed a girl with redish hair staring back at him smiling.

"You know her?" I asked, "Yeah, that's Hayley." River's voice drifted. I shook my head with a permanent smirk on my face before handing River off to talk to her.

"Let's go home now bud, we have dinner remember?" "Oh yeah! We're going to pizza hut!"

We ended the night with one of River's favorite meals as a celebration for a job well done on his play. And I couldn't be more proud of him.

*Sorry if this one isn't my greatest*

[mashihope]

❥ [DKB] Their makeup is done by their crush (Hyung line)

(This mini moodboard is made by me; I don’t own any of the pics.)

• Members: E-Chan, D1, Teo, GK, Heechan

• Group: DKB

• Warning: Mentions of food and the word "kill"

• Synopsis: You wanted to practice your makeup skills and decided to ask him to be your model. Little did you know, you're actually his crush!

[Note: I have zero knowledge about makeup, some things will probably make no sense at all, sorry about that]

Maknae line

E-Chan

He didn't think much about it when you suggested practicing your makeup skills on him.

He was just happy to be able to help you :) (and be with you, of course)

He kept looking at every single thing you did, from your hands moving around the table to prepare the stuff you needed, to your eyebrows frowning every now and then while trying to be focused.

He knew you didn't realize it but whenever you messed up a little bit, your nose scrunched in the cutest way possible, making his eyes shoot hearts towards you 🥺

He tried to throw a few encouraging words here and there, with a soft tone in hopes he wouldn't startle you; "Oh, so you're going to use that now? It will probably go well with that color you used before!" (while giving you a sweet smile and a thumbs up), "I see, you're using this to tone down the eye shadow, nice move"

You've been quiet most of the time, wanting to do a perfect job (perks of being a perfectionist) without getting distracted with the fact of being so close to Changmin's face (if only you knew he was trying to put that thought aside too...!)

He couldn't help but daydream while looking at every single feature of yours, not even trying to hold back a smile, but you thought he was just being his usual nice self.

He looked peaceful and relaxed on the outside but he actually got really shy and nervous every time your eyes met, feeling those stupid wings flying inside his stomach and making him wonder if you would actually hear how loud his heart was suddenly beating...

"Changmin... have you eaten?" but you heard his stomach growling instead, making him blush.

"Uh..." he couldn't help but let out a nervous giggle, he was so embarrased.

"You're lucky that I'm here, coincidentally my mom gave me this morning some *insert a korean food here* that she made. You should try it, she's a really good cook!"

Having to spend time with you and actually eating something your mom has made? He should buy some lotto because today's his lucky day!

D1

You were friends with Heechan, you didn't actually know Dongil.

The thing is, their stylist had to go home that morning because she didn't feel okay, and Dongil had already made a promise yesterday that he would make a Live with Harry at night after practice.

Heechan knows how good of a beauty vlogger you are, so he recommended you to Dongil.

You were surprised by the time you arrived at the practice room, he looked so shy, unlike in the random videos you had seen around YouTube before.

He was so polite, however, and bowed a few times out of nervousness, "I'm D1 but you can call me Dongil. I hope we can get along nicely"

"Hyung, we're not filming an interview, take it easy" Harry was dancing around the room while listening to xiker's Tricky House, unbothered.

"He's right, try to think of me as your usual stylist, okay?" you smiled, making your eyes almost fade away and showing a little dimple.

"Heechan, I'm gonna kill you after this" he felt his ears getting warmer after that, making him even more nervous.

"Okay, we'll start with sorting out the colors that will potentially look good on you, based on your skin tone, hair and outfit" you said in a excited tone, opening your makeup bag.

"Do you do this often? It looks like you know what you're doing" he said half smiling, while "playing" with his ear.

"Oh, so he didn't tell you? I have a YouTube channel, I guess you've never came across it before" you giggled while holding an eyeshadow palette beside his face, trying to see if any of those colors would work.

"Really...? We actually have a friend who..."

He started to talk non-stop about said friend, making Harry laugh in the process, already invested in BTS' ON choreo.

"That's... nice" it was cute, he was cute in fact, the way he had been rambling about it.

"By the way, you have a really pretty skin tone" you were putting a little bit of foundation on his face, thinking that he really didn't need that much because his skin looked good already.

"You're welcome... I mean! Thank you!" if he had been sitting on a chair, he would have fallen to the floor. Harry laughed once again (messing up the steps), amused by his older brother's suffering.

"Heechan didn't mention you'd be this cute, what a surprise"

The blush on his ears spread to his face and prayed that you wouldn't notice.

"Hey, my mom uses that" he pointed to the perfume bottle that was sticking out of your bag, and talked about how nice it's scent was and how much he had missed it.

"When I was on my way to this room, there was a certain scent in the hallway that reminded me of a trip I made with my siblings last year, it was the first time we were going on a trip together without our parents and it made really good memories... Turns out you were the one behind it!"

He didn't know what to say after that, so he talked instead about that time he went on a trip with his parents, the butterfly that scared him when he opened the bathroom door, the shirt he bought in the store that was next to the hotel and somehow what he ate yesterday.

"Dongil?" "Y-yeah?" "I'm done"

He was startled to hear those words, "No! I-I'm sorry, I'll be quiet from now on, I swear!"

"Oh, silly, I mean I'm done with your makeup!" you giggled, giving him your pocket mirror. It seems that he hadn't noticed that he had been talking for the past 20 minutes.

"Oh... I... Actually look good?" he was shocked as if he had never seen his own reflection before.

"Of course you do! You did the most part of it, honestly. Anything would look good on you"

"Oh, uh... Would you like to stay for a while?"

"I can't, but we can catch up another day on that story about that little boy who mistook you for Sunwoo from The Boyz!"

Dongil received a message from Heechan during their Live, "So, how did it go? :)"

"Y/N looks better in person than in the videos!"

Teo

Seongsik accepted quite fast... Helping you and actually having to pass some time with you, why wouldn't he?

Actually, he didn't really have anything better to do and was feeling really bored before you visited the dorms, but you will never know that.

"Did you think about anyone else before me? Ah, of course you didn't, you would never find any other face like this out there"

A quiet "wtf...?" almost escaped your lips, you silently judged him after whatever it was that he had going on.

When you turned around to face him again, he was sitting on the kitchen's counter, trying to look like a model with his gaze upon the horizon...

But he actually looked stupid.

"I should have asked Seongmin", you mumbled under your breath, already tired like a kindergarten teacher that has to look after a bunch of wild and hyperactive kids.

He looked confused when you told him to sit on an actual chair, "But I looked stunning sitting up there though...?"

You were debating between cleaning everything up and going home or actually doing his makeup; you didn't know if he was acting like that for real or just to annoy you, but he was doing a great job.

You tried to remember why you chose to do this in the first place every time he threw a pickup line... A LOT OF DUMB AND CHEESY ONES.

"Aside from being sexy, do you know what else I do for a living?"

"Seongsik, that's not how it works."

For some reason, he couldn't stop picking things up from the table, playing with the brushes and trying to tickle your face.

"One more time and I'll shove this pencil up your-"

"You're trying to look so serious, for what? You haven't smiled once since you came earlier" he tilted his head, looking surprisingly cute (but you'll never admit it though)

"I'm worried" "Why" "You didn't smile after I opened the door"

You rolled your eyes, unsure if he was joking or not because you were actually wearing a mask when that happened.

After what seemed to be hours of silence, he decided to finally make moves, "now or never", he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"I think this lipstick shade would look gorgeous on you, don't you think?", he said nonchalantly while looking at the lipstick container you were closing after putting it on him.

"I'm already wearing-"

You looked at him without realizing he had already got closer to you...

But didn't have time to react once you felt his lips on yours, a soft kiss filled with love and adoration.

You suddenly forgot about the makeup session, with wide eyes and red cheeks after he broke the kiss, checking your reaction and worried of you getting mad at him.

But he actually laughed when he found out that he had made your serious and annoyed façade disappear.

"I guess the boys were right and you do love me after all"

"Shut up" you approached the sink to wash your face in hopes it would stop burning (but failed)

GK

You were able to see all the question marks above his head, trying to understand your words while leaning on the wall with crossed arms, (you know, trying to look like the baddest bad boy... keyword, "trying")

You were holding back a giggle because his eyes were all above the place, in hopes they would land on anything that wasn't you.

"...why me?" is all that he said after processing your request, finally looking at you, "why not?" "...but why, though?"

Once you got him out of his confused state, you had to keep repeating the same words, "no, you don't have to pay me. No, Brave Entertainment didn't send me. No, Gwanghyun, I don't wan't money" (funny enough, someone outside passed by while listening to Lisa's Money)

He is really stubborn, and he couldn't help but think about how this could be seen as how their stylists work almost everyday, refusing to let you do it for free.

He had to drink a whole water bottle before sitting down LMAO

Once you sighed after giving up, he tried really hard to go back to his "bad boy" self, but he was just an anxious mess overthinking every single word that miraculously came out of his mouth.

"Would you mind if I...?", he asked showing you the screen of his phone, where it seemed to be his (also) "bad boy" playlist.

He felt better after the music started to play because he thought it would help him relax, but...

BUT

He noticed you were paying attention to the lyrics when you frowned, as if you were judging him now because of the words that rapper just said.

"Why did I get myself into this?", those words were echoing in his brain because you were quiet, almost too quiet...

"Wait", he suddenly froze after noticing the shapes you just made in his cheeks with a soft pink blush, "Did you just...?" "Yup 😊" "Did you seriously just...?"

You laughed, being no longer able to hold it back. He looked at you in disbelief, "Why would you put hearts on my cheeks? Do you find it funny? Do I look funny to you?" he gestured his hands around his face, making the situation look even more funny.

You made a bet with him; if he made a Live like that, you would accept the money he already decided to give you but if he washed his face before the Live he would have to accept only cute outfits from the stylists from now on.

...guess who's paying for everything on a date next friday?

Heechan

He overheard you talking about it with Changmin on his way to the practice room.

When he was about to go through the door (none of you knowing he was there yet), you lowered your voice and told Changmin that it would be your first time doing someone else's makeup and you were actually really scared of doing something wrong.

He leant on the wall waiting until the leader left the practice room.

"Hey, you, stop. Well, no, don't stop, but, you know what I mean" he was mumbling because his heart started to beat fast when you turned around and looked at him.

You tried to explain him what you wanted to do, which he nodded to with a comforting smile after you finished.

He could see that you didn't feel confident at all, so he made a promise to himself that he would make you smile at least one time, in hopes that would make some of those negative thoughts go away for a while.

"Okay, so" he held your cold hands after noticing they were shaking, "you can start by telling me what kind of style you're going for"

"I... I don't actually know, to be honest... I just wanted to try something that could look good on you..." you were looking at the floor, not even daring to look into his eyes.

"Do you have any ideas to work with?" he placed his hand sofly on your chin, trying to make you look at him.

"Hmm... I saved some of your Twitter photos earlier, but I don't know if you would like any of those"

That made his heart beat faster again, you've just admited you have photos of him on your gallery, OF HIM, not even Junseo or Yuku!

"You can do whatever you want with my face, I'm sure anything would look nice. I've seen a lot of your posts before, you always look good no matter the makeup style, so I guess you could even turn me into V if you wanted to"

"Why would I do that?" you raised an eyebrow, almost offended by the way he suddenly implied he didn't already look good.

The next 15 minutes passed surprisingly quickly. He was lost in thought about what he could possibly say to make you feel better after you became even more quiet, as if you had got mad earlier.

You assumed he was the one who got mad at you, judging by the expression on his face, so you were worried and decided you wouldn't say anything else that could annoy him.

"Why did I have to f*ck things up this much? He probably thinks I'm annoying :("

And then, when you turned around after picking up a brush, he greeted you with one of his "ugly" but funny faces, catching you off guard.

You stumbled and fell to the ground while laughing, out of all things you could have expected him to do, that surely wasn't one of them, but it wasn't unusual either.

"If you find dumb things funny, you should watch that new movie, are you free next wednesday?" he said without actually thinking about the meaning of the words that just escaped his mouth, starting to blush almost as much as you.

"I... You... Let's get on with this!" you tried to focus on what you were supposed to be doing, trying not to overthink what he said nor read too much into it.

He smiled to himself, proud of his little but brave achievement... I guess working for Brave Entertainment has its benefits after all?

[finelinevogue]

in the bts of as it was when harry is holding the choreographer with one arm while spinning🥹 could you write a blurb on that 🫶🏾🫶🏾

im making this into the tiniest harryshouse universe blurb;

May 13th 2022

"H, you're going to drop me no."

You were currently watching Harry spin on this plate that was going to be used in the 'As It Was' music video. It was only rehearsals at the moment, so the day wasn't strictly planned out. You and Harry had been messing around all day.

Although Harry would be shooting the final 'As It Was' video with a proper dancer, you had been instructed to help Harry practice the choreography. The dancing was fun and getting to shout at Harry when he got something wrong was even better, but unfortunately for you there was one scene where Harry held onto the dancer with one arm as they were travelling on the spinning plate. Now, Harry wanted to practice that with you.

"When have I ever dropped you?" He says, walking in time with the plate so that he was always in front of you.

“Um, that time we tried to do the ‘Dirty Dancing’ lift?” 

“Okay, apart from that.”

“The time where you told me to crowd surf and...”

“Yeah okay shut up you. Now get over here so I can practice.” 

Harry held out his hand for you and you heavily sighed, to show him that you really didn’t want to do this, before stepping up onto the spinning plate. You immediately fell over, due to not being used to how fast it was actually spinning.  Harry tried to catch you, but failed miserably and went down with you himself. 

“Can someone slow this plate down please?” He asked one of the crew runners, laughing because of how ironic it was that you’d just both fallen over after your previous conversation.

“I hate you.” You laughed.

“Same.”

After you both got up and the plate was spinning slower you prepared to do the lift that Harry was planning. He cupped his one arm underneath your armpits and started to lean back. Your feet were on your tiptoes and the plate was getting faster to build up momentum, so it would be easier to make you fly.

“Trust me.” Harry whispered, before he lifted you up a bit more and your feet left the ground. He had a tight hold on you and you let yourself laugh over the free movement. 

“Yeah!” You shouted, spreading your arms wide. Harry took the time to smile at you and take in how beautiful you looked. 

It was always a pleasure to see you so happy.

[goldencherryhazz]

In this world…

An: I LOVE YOU ALL!! Happy 600 followers +day, I wouldn’t be able to write all the stuff that I do without your support!! <3 I love the as it was bts infinitely and obviously had to write dad!harry! It’s late so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make much sense but I hope you enjoy, notes and reblogs would be much appreciated. No warnings just fluff.

Going to watch Harry work was one of your most favourite things, just seeing him in his element and doing what he loved, and now that you had your little baby girl it seemed to be her favourite things seeing he daddy dancing and prancing around in different sets filled with lots of different colours and music surrounding her tiny, not even 1 year old ears. It just so happened that he was filming the music video for his new song as it was today, and he was overjoyed when he found out his two favourite girls would be joining him.

‘Mwah,mwah’ Harry audibly presses kisses to his baby’s chubby cheeks to which she was giggling wildly at, making a wide smile spread out on you cheeks, your baby’s laugh being incredibly infectious.

‘Don’t wanna leave her and do work, she’s just so cute’ Harry tells you as though you didn’t already know.

‘I know my love, but I promise we will be here, not going anywhere’ you promise him.

‘Okay I’m gonna go over there think Jeff wants me to practice on the spiny thing, promise you won’t laugh if I fall off’ he passes the baby back to you, but you can’t help but chuckle.

‘I promise I won’t baby’ you lean to give him a kiss which he immediately responds to, kissing you back forcefully. You daughter watching her mama and dada in awe.

‘If you need anything just shout, okay mama’ he mumbles into the space between you. You just loved how tentative he was towards you, his need to look after and care for you doubled ever since you told him about the little bean growing in you tummy.

‘I will, don’t you worry’ you say and with that Harry is rushing into the hustle and bustle of the set filled with dancers and extras.

From there on Harry and his team were going through and practicing different things in preparation for actually recording the video, including the stuff he did on the rotating board with his dance partner for the video, that was a laugh in itself! Harry took a a bit to get balanced before he could do anything and it didn’t help when the team were messing with the speed of it aswell almost making his fall off.

You eventually have to put your little bub down after you arms had grown tired from carrying her, although you made sure to bring one of her playmats to hopefully maintain her, in fear that she would get hurt or squashed with the amount going on, but you realise that it wouldn’t work as she tried to crawl around to explore, that it would be no use so you follow her around and you hear the people awing at you little girl to which you smile nervously at, partly because you were afraid that at some point you would get in the way somehow.

You continue to watch you daughter whilst trying to catch glimpses of your husband, and when you caught his eye he would give a cheeky wink mouthing ‘I love you’ and you would reply with blowing a kiss towards him to which he caught in his pocket.

Eventually after your tiny bub had been crawling around and exploring she started to get grumpy from how tired she had become meaning that everything in the world was now going wrong, you tried to calm you daughter down by holding her and walking around the room to soothe her to sleep but her wails continued to fill the room.

‘Why’s my baby upset’ Harry said from his seat on the floor concern spreading out on his face although looking quite comical because he was clad in just his boxers, you have to admit that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him when he first put them and only that piece of clothing on.

‘She’s tired I think, won’t drift off though’ you say, a little exhausted from walking around, the tiny human starts writhing in your arms when she sees her daddy, whimpering small ‘dada, dada’ s wanting to be held by him

‘Give her here my love’ he makes grabby hands at you to which you give in and gently pass the little girl to her daddy.

‘Oh what’s wrong my poppet eh’ he cooes at her rocking her back and forth in his arms and after a few minutes her cries fade out onto light snores.

‘Just wanted daddy, didn’t you’ he whispers so that he now didn’t wake up his now sleeping baby.

‘I don’t blame her’ you add to which he looks up at you to almost ask if you were okay. You were honestly, it was just the lack of sleep that was bringing you down like every parent has experienced. You swear the bags under you eyes had never been darker, and most days you despised how they looked but Harry always assured you that you were the prettiest girl and mama, and that they just showed how good of a mama you were to your baby.

‘I’ll go out her in her pram yeah, give you a break for a bit’ you nod knowing that if your baby needed anything that she would definitely tell you either by shouting or crying at you, you were pretty used to it by now so didn’t take it too personally any more.

You can’t help but stare at your husbands ass as he walks in just his boxers to the pram which was positioned at the side of the room, it just so happened that he took a glance behind him and caught you in the act.

‘See something you like darling’

‘Stop I can’t help that my husband looks ridiculously hot all of the time’ you hide your reddening face as you realise you had said that out loud, forgetting that there was a bunch of people in the room aswell, Harry can’t help but smirk at his wife cheekily.

——-

The next hour was filled with Harry making you dance with him and help him practice some bits, but to be honest some of it was just pure messing about.

‘Baby, c’mere’ he says from his position as he laid on the floor.

‘Why’

‘Cause you love me’ he smiles up at you so you obviously have to get down to the floor so you can lay atop of him.

‘Well this is nice’ he says pressing a kiss to your forehead.

‘Your warm’ you mumble into his chest.

‘ Why thankyou baby, let’s roll’ he says like an excited little child.

‘What do you mean?’ You ask confusedly, but you question is answered when Harry rolls your body beneath his, the weight of him felt good, like your own personal human blanket. You were soon back on top again though and that’s how you carried on rolling across the floor not even noticing the person filming because of how much you were laughing.

He eventually stops when the smile on his face makes his cheeks hurt, he just loved it when you were happy, being the caring loving husband that he was.

‘Why did you even want to do that?’

‘Dunno, just felt like having a roll on the floor with my wife’ he says in a tone that made it sound like every couple did it on the regular.

Harry then goes off to practice some of the dancing that would take places near the end of the video and you can’t help but look at you husband in awe, the way he was moving across the floor looking so free and happy made your heart burst a little.

He walks breathlessly back towards you after practically running across the large room ‘how was that?’

‘You looked beautiful baby, you really did’

‘I try my best, all for you darling’

And at that moment it was as though your baby girl thought that she was kissing out, he cries for her mama and dada who weren’t all that far away once echoed into the room grabbing the attention of the team instantly.

You and Harry both walk over to the pram where the small baby that you and Harry created was making grabby hands for her parents.

You pick her up in your arms, ‘oh my little dove, you really aren’t a happy bunny today are you’

‘I know what will cheer her up’ Harry states as he walks over to the spinning platform that was currently still, he climbs on top before sliding back down again, practically launching himself. That alone has you and your little but in hysterics, the baby’s laughter filling your heart up right to the brim.

You place her down on the floor a few metres away from where Harry was sliding and that has the baby giggling even more as her daddy would slide down before giving her tickles on her sides and pressing and infinite amount of kisses to her chubby cheeks.

Harry looks to you after a while, joy glinting in his eyes as your replicated that same glint and its like you both agree that you infinitely loved the little family you had both created.

[watchmegetobsessed]

ASMR

a/n: so im not saying that this is based on anything from the real life.... pls don’tcome after me lmao but i just HAD TO write this, the urge was too hard.

pairing: Harry X pregnant!Reader

warning: smut, kinda breeding kink? idk

word count: 2.5k

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You thought you were ready for anything and everything about pregnancy. You’ve been bracing yourself for these months years prior, watching videos, reading all the books, learning all the information you need to know about growing a baby inside your body. There shouldn’t have been any surprises about it, but yet your body can still make you go: “Oh, wow. I was not expecting that.”

You’re only nearing the end of your first trimester, the bump is small, not many people know about the news that you and Harry are gonna be parents, but during these three short months, so much has happened. It started with the morning sickness, you threw up every morning clockwise at around six am, as if your body had an alarm in it that screamed at you to put out everything you had in your stomach. Harry was by your side the moment your knees hit the cold tile and you leaned above the toilet, delicate hands brushing your hair out of your face as he gently soothed you, brought you water and a wash cloth.

Then you started to get nauseous at the weirdest smells, like strawberries, honey and then coffee. You couldn’t be in the same room as these things, because the moment you smelled them you were gagging with no control. Harry made sure none of those could be found at your home from that day on and you felt terrible for making him stop drinking coffee, but he didn’t even want to hear about your apologies.

“It’s the least I can do for you, baby,” he smiled, kissing your forehead before simply moving on.

The cravings came hand in hand with the smells, you’ve been eating impossible meals, like pickles with whipped cream or cheese with mustard. There was a new craving every other day and Harry was always ready to run to the grocery store to get whatever his pregnant wife desired.

Your libido has increased as well, but it wasn’t as major as the other symptoms. The two of you were already going at it quite often, a few more morning and shower sex times didn’t change much in your every days. But right when you thought it wouldn’t get weird like your other symptoms, the most ridiculous thing happens.

It’s a lazy Saturday, Harry is in his study, going over some paperwork he has to sign over the weekend as you’re lounging on the couch in the living room, scrolling on your phone. One dancing video after the other, some celebrity exposing, it’s all the same until one particular video pops up on your feed. It’s an ASMR video where a girl does makeup with her long nails, the clicking of her nails on the product captured perfectly by the microphone as well as every other tiny little sound.

You were never really that into ASMR, though you’ve seen a few nice videos before. But this one. This particular video just tickles your senses and nerves in the most unexpected but blissful way that for a few moments you forget to even breathe. You have no idea what it is, the sounds, her comments or whatever, but you can’t stop watching it over and over again, your whole body buzzing from the experience and before you could even realize what’s happening… you’re turned on.

A fucking ASMR video turned you on, how is that possible? No idea, but it happened and when you finally snap out of your daze, you can barely control yourself as you’re practically throbbing. Throwing your phone to the cushion you rush to the study to see what Harry is doing and if he is willing to take a little break to… help you out with your problem. When you walk in, he is still sitting at his desk, his hair is a dazzled mess as he has been probably running his fingers through it continuously, he is wearing an old t-shirt and some workout pants, a stubble showing on his handsome face since he hasn’t shaved this week.

“H?” you ask, voice as tiny as a mouse’s.

“Mm?” he hums, his eyes staying on the paper in front of him. You bite into your lip and walk further inside.

“Harry?” you speak up again and this time his eyes move up to you, taking in your frame in front of him.

“What? Everything alright?” he questions, his eyes scanning over your body, looking for anything odd, but there’s nothing. Except your painful desire to get fucked as soon as possible.

“Yeah, um… are you busy?” you ask awkwardly, finding the situation almost comical. Barging in on your husband while he is working because you can’t keep your legs shut, what is happening to your hormones?!

“Depends on. What’s going on?” he asks, pushing himself back from the desk as you walk closer. He turns himself with the chair so he is facing you when you walk up to him. Chewing on your bottom lip you’re trying to find a way to ask him if he is up for a quick shag, but everything sounds so ridiculous in your head so you just go for it.

Squeezing yourself onto his lap in his chair you straddle him, lips attacking his and you definitely catch him by surprise with your hungry, demanding kiss and it takes him a moment to actually return it, his arms wrapping around you securely as he kisses you back, though you can feel his hesitation. You grind yourself on him, hoping to get him hard as fast as possible and the low grunt that slips through his lips tells you that you’re doing it right. Your hands tug on his locks, then move down across his chest until you reach his waist, fingers hooking into the elastic of his shorts, but right before you could take it further, he pulls back.

“Wait, wait, hold on for a second. What’s—What happened?” he asks, eyes narrowing at you with concern.

“Nothing,” you answer innocently, a little out of breath from kissing him so hard. “Just want you,” you simply reply before going in for another kiss, but your lips barely touch his when he pulls back again.

“Nothing? I walked past you in the living room twenty minutes ago and you didn’t even acknowledge me, now you’re basically jumping at me?!”

“Do you not want to have sex now?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Baby, you know I always want to have sex,” he chuckles, tugging your hair behind your ear as he softly stares back at you. “But I’m curious what got you so horny all of a sudden.”

“I just… saw something online,” you mumble, feeling ashamed to even talk about it, so your gaze is avoiding to meet his, even though he is trying hard to break that.

“What exactly did you see?” he asks and you can see the smirk from the corner of your eyes. You don’t answer, just roll your lips into your mouth while Harry’s fingers dance around your waist to your stomach, gently caressing your little bump. He’s been obsessed with your pregnancy, in all means, and ever since you’ve started showing, he can’t stop touching and kissing your stomach whenever he has the chance. Not that you mind it.

Your lack of answer just makes his imagination go wild and true to himself, he thinks of the dirtiest case scenario.

“Baby, did you just watch porn?” he gasp dramatically, your eyes popping wide as you smack his chest.

“I did not! Why would I? I don’t need porn when we are going at it like… fucking rabbits,” you huff, making him chuckle. He can’t deny that.

“Then what was it? Tell me!”

“You’re gonna make a joke out of it,” you mumble under your breath.

“I promise I won’t. Just want to know what turns you on for future occasions when I want to get you into the mood,” he smirks shamelessly as you roll your eyes at him.

“Alright, but you can’t bring it up, ever,” you warn him.

“Gotcha.”

“I’m serious, H. I don’t want to hear you tease me about it later!”

“Okay, okay! I promise!” he nods eagerly, but you can see the tiny smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“It was… It was an ASMR video,” you admit with a sigh.

“An ASMR video?”

“Yeah, you know, the one with the satisfying sounds and all.”

“I know what ASMR is, baby, I was just… not expecting this,” he chuckles softly and you can already feel your cheeks heating up.

“See? I told you! You’re already laughing at it!” you whine, pushing yourself up from his lap, the mood kind of ruined, but Harry is quick to jump to his feet, pulling you back before you could walk away.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m sorry, I’m not making a joke out of it, I promise! Come back ‘ere,” he murmurs as he pulls you against his chest. His hand cups your jaw, lifting your head to make you look into his eyes. “I’m just genuinely surprised that’s what got you so turned on, that’s it.”

“I know, it’s weird! I don’t even understand!” you whine, feeling yourself growing frustrated with the way your body works these days. “It’s so stupid, I feel like such a creep,” you sigh, but Harry is quick to jump in.

“None of that, baby. You’re going through a lot, your body is just trying to adapt to the changes and you’re doing wonderful. Pregnancy is a lot to handle and if that means that you… get turned on by an ASMR video… then I’m going to help you with that.”

“What?” you ask, surprised how supportive he is.

“Don’t be so surprised, I would be a horrible husband if I didn’t please my pregnant wife, wouldn’t I?” he smirks, before pulling you in for a kiss, his lips melting against yours as you press yourself up against him. The mood is quickly restored, especially when he starts pulling you towards the sofa that he has next to his floor to ceiling bookcase.

He tugs you with himself as he sits down, getting the two of you back into a similar position you were before as you straddle him, kisses growing deeper and hungrier while his hands bunch your shirt on your waist until he takes a handful of it and pulls it over your head. He starts kissing down your neck and shoulder, biting and nibbling on the freshly exposed skin while he easily snaps your bra open and gets rid of it. You can’t stop yourself from grinding on him again, another grunt coming from his lips against your heated skin as you rid him of his shirt, your chest pressing against his naked skin, the feeling of his body against yours truly heavenly. When you reach down and into his pants, palming his erection he smirks against your shoulder, and leaning back his green irises meet your hungry gaze.

“So eager for me, huh? Want me to fuck you good, baby?”

“Yes, please!” you beg shamelessly, knowing well how much he loves it.

“I’m always happy to fuck my pretty wife,” he grunts as he wraps his arms around your frame so he can change your position, throwing you down onto the sofa while he holds himself up above you. Your legs wrap around his waist and your crotch meets his, both of you whimpering from the feeling.

“I need you, Harry! Please!” you whine and he is quick to push your bottoms down along with his, freeing his hard cock which is not pressed up against your core, sliding between your dripping wet lips.

“You want me to fuck you? Like when I put our baby inside you? Huh?” he growls as he grabs the base of his cock, guiding the tip up and down your slides, edging your nerves like he always does.

“Yes, need you to fuck me!”

“Don’t worry, I got you,” he replies and with one swift movement, he pushes inside you, filling you up just perfectly, both of you gasping at the feeling. “Fuck, Y/N! You feel so good! Always so good!”

“Move!” you beg, your fingers digging into his back muscles and he is quick to obey, his hips drawing back before thrusting forwards, over and over again as he fucks you just right.

You turn into a whimpering mess underneath him as he fucks you hard, just the way you like it. He knows what angles are the best and how he can make you cum the hardest, he knows your body like the back of his own hand and he always makes sure to use his knowledge.

“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing around me, baby. You getting close?” he pants, never falling out of his rhythm.

“Yes! Please don’t stop!”

“Never. I’m gonna fill you up, baby, make you feel so good,” he growls, his lips finding yours again in a messy kiss.

You’re getting close to your release, to what you’ve been seeking all along and you tighten your hold around him in every sense. Harry moans when you squeeze your walls around his cock, his thrust becoming longer and more forceful so you know he is close too.

“Come on, cum for me. Cum for your husband, love!” he urges and you start gasping for air, your eyes shutting closed as you finally feel the pleasure washing over your body in waves.

Harry tries to drag it out for as long as possible, keeps thrusting as he comes as well, filling you up just how he promised you.

Coming down from the high he starts peppering you with kisses anywhere he can reach until his lips finally find yours and they smear in a lazy, messy but a lot slower kiss than the ones you shared earlier.

“Mm, if only you could get pregnant again and again, we would be in big trouble with a lot of babies on the way,” he jokes lifting his head, referring to not just this time, but to all the times you took advantage of not having to worry about contraception since you’ve fallen pregnant. Not that you cared a whole lot about it before, you started actively trying for a baby right after you tied the knot and though it took you some time to conceive, it’s all going perfectly fine now.

“What, you don’t want a whole bunch?” you tease him smirking as you push his locks out of his forehead that are a little dampened from sweat.

“I mean, I do, but not at once,” he admits, pecking your lips gently. “One at a time. But… if you keep watching ASMR videos, we won’t be having any problems trying for more later,” he adds with a grin and you want to punch him in the face.

“You promised you wouldn’t bring it up!”

“I’m sorry, I just had to!” he chuckles, before leaning down to kiss you again and though you want to be mad at him, you don’t turn away. “I love you and love your libido. Always happy to help.”

“Keep bringing it up and I’ll look for other help next time,” you threaten him and his eyes go wide.

“Already forgot about it! Video? What video? Never heard of anything!” he quickly replies, making you laugh.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

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[insomniumstella]

hot chocolate 

bucky x reader 

summary: Bucky joins his crush for a late night baking session when her excitement for Christmas morning prevents the girl from sleeping. 

warnings: is sickeningly sweet fluff a warning? or corniness? or soft, but somewhat smug Bucky? i’d like to think so

word count: 2,003

author’s note: it’s so sweet, i’m gonna go throw up now. seriously, how does writing rough smut evoke less emotions than this? i had to write it, however, because seeing this scene in my head was too fun and too magical, i could practically feel myself being there. anyway, merry Christmas ya filthy animals! love you and happy holidays

The clock reads 1:26am when Bucky enters the kitchen. It’s nothing short of a mess with soft Christmas music playing in the background.

“Did the kitchen elves forget to clean up or?” Y/n had recently introduced him to the beautiful thing that is Harry Potter, and much to her delight, he’s become quite a fan. The table and cabinets are covered in flour, and another brown, powdery substance Bucky can only assume, is cocoa powder. “Seriously, what happened here?” He asks, moving a pan-tray off of a bar stool and sits down. She’s holding at least 3 different kitchen utensils when she comes over to give him a kiss on the cheek. 

“What do you think?” Y/n does a little twirl to show off her outfit, and Bucky can’t help the smile that overtakes his whole face. Fluffy slippers match her red flannel pajama pants. He briefly remembers y/n trying to buy him the same ones, but they’re so furry they're borderline ridiculous. 

“It’s an outfit,” His face heats up when he notices her white, very much see-through, tank top. A breath gets caught in his throat when she steps back, and the dim kitchen lights illuminate her top just enough for him to see her hardened nipples.

“Oh, Bucky” She laughs, turning around to check on something before pulling out a jar of caramel. “No need for such flattery.” She adds after putting it down and leans against the fridge with an almost expecting look on her face. 

“You look cute.” He finally gives in. “Might need to change the top though.”

“What’s wrong with my top?” They both know the pout on her face is fake. They both know she’s aware of what she’s doing, but how could Bucky protest against it when they’re not exactly dating? “Steve might get too excited seeing-“ he stands up, walking right up to where she’s at, between the fridge and the stove, and gestures to her chest, “this.” 

“Oh don’t be such a fool, darling.” The overly fond sweetness in her voice is also fake. “I’m all covered up.” 

Bucky begs to differ. 

“The milk is burning.” He quickly changes the topic, and she almost jumps to the stove, whisking the liquid before adding what seems like a pound or two of cocoa powder into the pot and whisks it again. “What are we even making?”

“Hot chocolate.” Her words come out more like a whisper as she rummages through the cabinets to find a bag of sugar. “Can you take the cookies out of the oven?” 

“Your wish is my command, princess.” Though it was meant to sound a little mocking and playful, his voice is almost serious as if him calling y/n princess was a regular occurrence. What scares Bucky about his own voice is not the seriousness but the love and warmth it radiates when he’s speaking to her. Even Steve doesn’t get that treatment. 

“Always so nice.”

It’s forty minutes later when they’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch, happily sipping from their steaming mugs of hot chocolate, a plate of cookies in between the two. The Christmas playlist has long ended, replaced with a video of a fireplace, and though Bucky thinks it's stupid, he doesn’t say a word when y/n puts it on because her face lights up from the noise of the crinkling fire. Though most lights are off, the warm, dull lighting of the TV and Christmas tree decorations provide just enough light to see comfortably. Golden hues illuminate y/n’s face beautifully, Bucky thinks. He doesn’t voice the thought. Instead, he smiles. After many trials and tribulations, the compound finally feels somewhat like home, and he’ll get to spend his first real Christmas since 1944 beside Steve. Everything is exactly the way it’s supposed to be, except for the one thing Bucky can’t help mentioning. 

“I like you.” 

Y/n laughs, choking on her drink a little, and puts her cookie down. “Well, I sure hope you do. We’re teammates, after all.” 

“You know exactly what I meant.” 

Except she pretends not to. 

“And what exactly did you mean?”

“I like you in the way-“ it’s almost as if Bucky’s scared to tell her, “that I want to be with you. Introduce you as my,” it’s been a while since he’s told anyone he wanted them, “girlfriend.” Bucky puts the plate and his mug on the table. “I want to hold your hand and buy you flowers. I don’t want to barge into your room in the mornings because I want to wake up beside you and give you a morning kiss.” There are many more things he wants to tell her, but he’s afraid to look desperate. “I want to be able to tell you to change out of that top because I’m jealous and greedy all for you. I don’t want other men looking at what’s mine.”

The words I don’t want other men looking at what’s mine cause a flutter in y/n’s lower belly. It’s unusual but welcome. 

“To be fair, you workout without a t-shirt on, and that girl from the weapons department is always drooling from the sight. It’s quite a show.” Y/n shrugs her shoulder, taking a sip of her drink before putting the mug on the table too.

“Is that jealously I hear?” Bucky teases, grabbing her legs to bring y/n across the couch and close to his body, causing a high-pitched shriek from the girl. 

“No.” She buries her face in his shoulder, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “I don’t get jealous.” 

“Sure you don’t.” A loud laugh emits from deep within Bucky’s chest as he gently grabs her chin with his right hand, forcing her to look up at him. “I like you.” 

“Thank you. I’m pretty great.” 

Bucky cannot disagree with the statement because y/n is pretty great. The pleasantly warm ray of sunshine that peaks through your windows in the mornings or that first sip of coffee after a rough night. Her beauty he could only compare to the most extravagant sky, flooded with glowing stars, each more beautiful than the last. Her personality he could only describe as the rarest gem, imperfect, but so marvelous that even if it’s close to impossible to find it, you’d want to search for it anyways.

“There’s a present under the tree waiting for you.” 

“Does someone need glasses? As far as I’m concerned, there’s more than one.” She teases, a playful smile on her face, except there is, in fact, a present, wrapped in a different paper than the others, under the tree. It doesn’t hold a name, yet y/n has a feeling it’s for her. The small, rectangular present, neatly hidden amongst the others. Impatient, Bucky swiftly moves from the couch to the tree, getting the gift before he’s back next to y/n, handing her the box. 

“It’s not Christmas yet, is it?”

“It’s past twelve, isn’t it?” Bucky fires back, putting her legs over his lap, and leans into the couch. 

Under the bow and wrapping sits a simple black box. Y/n doesn’t notice the necklace as she picks up an envelope inside and tears it open, unfolding a note. 

Like the moon, I only see her at night, but it would be pretty great to have you during the day too. 

“First, did you just insult my sleeping schedule? Second, what is this?”

Bucky can’t help, but let out a chuckle. “Turn the note around.”

Will you be my girlfriend? 

That she ignores for now. “Was that supposed to help me understand? You see me during the day all the time. We trained together this morning.” Y/n raises a brow at him, and Bucky lets out a loud laugh this time. 

“I didn’t mean to insult your sleeping schedule, though you should fix it. What I meant is that during the night you’re loving and affectionate towards me. I would’ve never thought you might like me if we didn’t start hanging out once the sun has fallen. For God’s sake, we had our first kiss at night. It’s like once the sun is up, you’re no longer interested in me. I crave to have this incredible woman in front of me to be mine during the day too.” 

She ignores the word incredible. “Do I really seem uninterested in you during the day?”

“Yes.” 

Bucky would’ve never expected the words that came out of her mouth next. “Good. I’m pretty sure co-workers dating is against the policy rules.”

“What policy?” Bucky has never been more confused in his life, and he’s seen more than a man ever should.  

“The company’s policy? No office romances, you know?”

“Y/n, Avengers don’t have such policies. Come to think of it, we don’t really have an office either, but even if we did, the policy would only apply to other employees, not us. The one rule Tony should implement for us is to never leave the kitchen a mess.” He turns his head to look at the havoc going down in the kitchen for a moment before fixating his eyes back on hers. 

Y/n had many embarrassing moments in her life, but this tops the cake. “Oh.” She mutters out. “Sorry, I’m new to this whole hero thing.” A small laugh follows after the sentence. 

“Me too, doll. New to being a hero, the internet, Chinese takeout,” Bucky thinks for a moment, “love.” He senses she’s about to say something about his 1940s bachelor days, so he steps in before she has a chance to speak. “Will you be my girlfriend?” With her eyes wide open in both shock and happiness, y/n can’t gather herself to open her mouth because this moment is real and is happening right now. When she doesn’t answer, Bucky speaks again. “I solemnly swear I will never workout around Debbie from the weapons department without a shirt on.” 

This catches y/n off guard. “What kind of a name even is Debbie? Was she born a hundred years ago?” Noticing her jealousy and Bucky’s faux offended expression, she gives him a smile. “Yes, I solemnly swear that I will be up to no good as your girlfriend, Bucky Barnes.” The second smile she gives him is much bigger. In fact, it’s so big it takes over her entire face. He returns her smile and y/n notices that he understood her words of I solemnly swear that I will be up to no good as your girlfriend in a much dirtier way than she intended for them to sound. “Take your mind out of the gutter.” 

“You have no idea how excited I am for us to get up to no good-“ he smirks and then adds, “promise it will feel good.” 

He’s about to say more, but y/n shuts him up with a kiss. She’s sure she’ll find out just how good he can make her feel later. For now, it’s only his lips that matter, so she lets the world slip away. The kiss is fiery and passionate, and loving, and y/n can’t get enough. There’s no such thing as enough Bucky Barnes. She feels Bucky reach down for something, which she figures out is a necklace when he puts it around her neck, clipping it in place with his lips still on hers. One kiss turns into two, and then it’s 10 minutes later when they finally pull away. 

“Best Christmas Ever,” Bucky says, pecking her lips before remembering the war zone that is the compound’s kitchen. “How mad do you think they’d be if they woke up to this?” His hands are already wrapping around y/n’s thighs, and it’s only seconds later that they’re on their way to Bucky’s bedroom. 

The answer of how mad would Avengers be if they woke up to a messy kitchen, however, is very. Yet even the anger of her teammates can’t banish the glow of last night's events. Turns out Bucky and her being up to no good does feel good. Perhaps even too good. 

[buttercream-squad-imagines]

Tinder in Real Life

Pairings: Harry Lewis x fem!Reader, Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Language some people may find offensive, sexual themes, recycled lines from Sidemen Tinder in Real Life because I'm not at all creative Request: Hey! Could you do reader x Harry imagine where the sidemen do a collab video with the reader who is also a big youtuber and Harrys celebrity crush. And during the video the reader is very flirty, leaving Harry a flustered mess when the flirting is directed towards him, but very jealous when its with any other sidemen.

The Sidemen were one of the biggest groups on YouTube and one that you were very familiar with. At the age of 23, you were a fair bit younger than some of its oldest members but yet you had a close relationship with JJ, whom you had met through YouTube.

You had started your channel when you were 17, just under four years ago, making makeup videos, which was a passion of yours when you were younger. Not that you were any good at it back then. Those videos quickly become unlisted when your channel started blowing up in late 2016, now nearing 20 million at the present time.

It wasn't long before you expanded your horizons and had started making different sorts of videos, including vlogs of your everyday life - which wasn't and still isn't that exciting in your opinion - and those where you just had a laugh, attempting to do stupid challenges that were so popular back then. It was those, however, that grew your channel. Your fans seemed to love them and so you gradually started to make more.

As your small channel began to grow significantly, it caught the attention of KSI, a member of the Sidemen, who reached out to you to for a collab. You were ecstatic. You couldn't believe it at the time, why would someone like KSI with 20 million subscribers want to collaborate with you? By that time, you couldn't exactly call yourself a small channel anymore, with almost 5 million subscribers but it still didn't make any sense to you.

You and JJ quickly bonded after filming together. You had a very similar sense of humour and interests. As the years went, the older boy became one of your best friends, the nature of your relationship being very teasing and flirtatious but the both of you knew it was a joke. It was just the way you both were.

Though despite having known him for nearing 3 years now, you had never met the rest of the Sidemen, with the exception of Simon, as he lived with JJ. Which is why when he texted asking you to collaborate with the Sidemen, you couldn't turn the offer down. You were a fan of the group and the content they were producing. You thought the videos that they made were exceptional, that they were pushing the envelope of the standard of content on YouTube and often found yourself excited for new videos.

He had explained that they were filming another of their 'Tinder in real life' but a YouTuber version with the likes of BambinoBecky and ChiWithAC. You were so excited. You were finally going to meet the rest of JJ's friends and you had the opportunity to be a part of a Sidemen Sunday.

You arrived at the studio the boys were filming at in the afternoon, finding and greeting JJ before he introduced you to the other sidemen in addition to Lux, Freezy and Stephen.

"And you've already met Simon." He finished.

"Yeah. Nice to finally meet you all. JJ tells me a lot about you guys." You laughed.

"Because that's assuring." Ethan pointed out with a chuckle, the other boys letting out agreements.

"Not all bad, I promise." You teased, winking at him. Ethan felt the blood rushing to his face, immediately becoming flustered and stumbling over his words. You found that you often had that effect on people as you could be very direct and flirtatious even when you didn't mean it. To you it was just friendly banter.

"Geez Y/N, stop flirting with people you met literally five minutes ago." JJ rolled his eyes.

"You sound a bit jealous, Jide." You smirked, a teasing grin spread across your face.

"Nah, allow it." There were eruptions of laughter around the room, coming from the boys. You were quick to notice Harry standing out of the way and was significantly quieter than the others, with what seemed to be a forced smile on his face.

Harry was in his own head, barely paying attention to what was going on around him. When JJ had told him that you were going to be in the next Sidemen video, he panicked. You were an accomplished YouTuber who he was quite fond of to say the least. Well, that would be an understatement, he had a fairly large crush on you. A crush that no one but Freezy and Lux knew about.

He knew that JJ had been friends with you for some time now but never considered the possibility of even meeting you. His anxiety acted as a barrier to even the thought of it. But he was currently in the same room as you and had said nothing more than a short 'hello'. He longed to have the confidence Ethan had to speak to you, even more so for you to look at him the way you were.

Already you were flirting with JJ and Ethan, something that caused a pit to form at the bottom of his stomach. He wouldn't admit it, but he could slowly feel the jealousy forming. Not that he had anything to be jealous about in the first place!

You continued to speak with the boys as you got your mic set up, telling them stories you were sure would embarrass JJ.

"Y/N, stop." The older boy whined. He could be like a child sometimes, but it was one of his more endearing qualities. He simply wouldn't be JJ if he wasn't.

"No, carry on." Simon laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from." You teased.

"I think it's time we started, don't you think?" Harry grumbled.

"Right." You smiled at the boy, who's cheeks became tinted red. He ducked to hide his face and walked around to stand in the line, hiding himself in the middle.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 23 and I'm from Y/H/T." You spoke to the camera once you were given the go ahead.

"I'm Simon, I'm 28. I like to practice safe sex."

"Always a good start."

"I could tie you to the bed, so you don't fall off." He finished with a giggle. You acted like you were pondering it for a moment before letting out a laugh and swiping right.

"I'm down for that." You teased. The boys all let out rumbles of laughter

"Hi, I'm Ethan, I'm 26 and kiss me if I'm wrong, but you're gonna swipe right."

"What would you rather?" You joked. Ethan shrugged his shoulders and walked closer to the board, sticking his head through with his lips puckered, eliciting a cry of protest from Harry that this wasn't allowed. You laughed and made an over exaggerated motion to swipe to the right, causing him to pout playfully but walked over to the right anyway.

"Hi, I'm Josh, I'm 28. KSI has a top ten single, but you're the only hot single I can see."

"Wow, that was smooth!" You said with a grin. "Definite yes from me."

"I'm Callum, I'm 26. Are you into fitness?" Freezy asked.

"Can't say I am." You replied, unsure of what turn this could take.

"How about you fitness dick in your mouth?"

"I wouldn't get too excited babes, I gag on my toothbrush." You laughed. "We could try though."

You swiped right on him, chuckling as you watched him let out a yes before joining Simon, Ethan, and Josh. You frowned slightly, a crease forming between your brows as you saw Harry whisper something furiously at his friend but ultimately got distracted by Vik stepping up to go next.

"I'm Vik, I'm 25. My ex-girlfriend always said I'd never do better than her, wanna prove her right?" You could hear the cries of the boys in the background, some scolding him, others laughing.

"Man actually said prove her right. Not wrong." JJ shrieked with a shocked look on his face, holding his head with his hands.

"You need to find someone for that." You snarked, swiping left on the boy, who shrugged and walked off.

"Damn! You got told!" Lux cackled.

"Uh hi. I'm Harry. I'm uh 25, no I'm not I'm 24." He stumbled. "Are you sure you're a muggle? Because that ass is magical."

"You should see how magical it can be." You spoke before cringing at yourself and laughing, swiping right to avoid a reply. The boy's face grew a bright shade of red, closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

"Geez, is that an offer?!" Freezy yelled from the right side. You laughed, observing how Harry whispered furiously to the boy to stop and winked at him once he had could see. Your laughter only increased as you watched JJ step up.

"I'm JJ. I'm 28 and are you a raisin? Cause you're raising my dick." The boy in question stood in front of you so confidently, hands clasped together in front of him so seriously that you just lost it. By the time you composed yourself, there were tears almost falling from your eyes.

"A* for effort." You laughed, swiping right eliciting a cry of success.

You had wrapped up filming your segment of the video, which conveniently was the last of the day. You found JJ who you spoke to whilst the other boys were otherwise occupied talking to each other.

"Cheers for coming, Y/N/N. You've been great."

"Anything for you." You joked.

"Don't tempt me." He laughed. You could feel eyes on you, eyes that were burning into your side. You turned your head to see Harry staring you and JJ down before looking away after being caught in the act, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Does Harry not like me or something?" You whispered to JJ, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

"Not that I know of." He frowned looking at the younger boy. "He can be a bit awkward at times and gets flustered a lot."

"Right." You agreed. You excused yourself before sauntering up to the boy in question, calling his name to snap him out of the daze he appeared to be in.

"Oh, um hey Y/N." He stumbled.

"Hi." You smiled gently. "I uh, I was just wondering, do you... have I done something to offend you?"

"Offend me? Why, uh, why would you think that?" He rambled.

"It's just... it's nothing, it's probably just me overthinking things." You waved it off, feeling like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I don't like you. I don't not like you, in fact I really like you! Oh, um I mean I like you, you're very pretty." The boy couldn't stop rambling which made you laugh. "No, wait."

"You think I'm pretty?" You blushed interrupting him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, not being able to get anything coherent to come out. "Well, Harry, I really like you too."

"What?" His eyebrows shot up so far it was almost comical. "Really? So, you don't like the other guys?"

"What? No." You laughed. "That's absurd. Why would you think that?"

"You seemed very..." The boy trailed off, not wanting to offend you after you had admitted to liking him.

"Flirty?" You finished, causing him to nod. "I'm like that with everyone, I don't mean to be half the time."

"Oh."

"Well, how about you give me your phone number and when you finally grow a pair, you can ask me out?" Your confidence levels had shot up spontaneously.

"Uh, sure." His cheeks had become a dark shade of red as he passed his phone to you so you could put your number in. You kept looking up at him as you typed, putting your name under 'Y/N x' in his contacts before handing it back to him.

"Y/N! Come on! We're going to Nando's!" JJ called from the other side of the room.

"Call me." You winked. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and was currently the only thing from stopping the wide grin from spreading across your face. A grin that hadn't disappeared from your face for the rest of the day, much to the curiosity of JJ, who was disappointed when you refused to tell him why, or more appropriately who, had put the smile on your face.

[hazslover]

forget-me-not

Imagine your picked as the muse for Harry Styles music video. He chose you out of all the pretty girls that awaited by the waiting room of the audition. Each girl tall, pretty, model looking.

‘Yep she’s the one’ he mutters under his breath. Eyes recapturing your beauty. You walked in nervous, almost knocking the camera tapes that were there for the audition take. A slight wave with an inaudible ‘hi’ came from your lips. He smiles at you and gestures for you to start reading the lines. Harry, placing himself next to you so he could say his.

He would glance at you, surprised by how amazing your acting was even though you’ve never done something like this before.

A few days after practicing the scenes with him, you felt comfortable and somewhat started falling for him. He too started falling for you and when filming started he didn’t hesitate to kiss you with real feelings involved for that particular scene. It took you by surprise but you kissed back, wrapping your arms around him.

‘It’s like we were meant to be. Star crossed lovers’ you whisper, leaning your head together with his.

‘Yeah… star crossed lovers’ he whispers back, placing a small kiss to your lips.

His words struck a chord to your heart, eyes aching for something more. Something real. Something that isn’t ‘acting’. He cups your face. Your heart exploding out of your chest. Breath heavy. His lips move closer. Almost ghosting yours.

‘Alright cut’ the director shouts from his seat.

The both of you break away as the team do the final touches to your makeup. Harry couldn’t help but gaze at your side profile. Your eyes emerald green (or whatever your eye colour is). Lips a blush pink. Just like your cheeks when you glimpse at him staring.

‘He likes you’ your makeup artist sheepishly laughs.

You look back at him, smiling widely. He too looked handsome from his side profile. Structured jaw. Sage eyes and plumped lips.

‘You think so?’ You ask, totally unconvinced.

‘He called me last night at like… 2:41 in the morning just to say he was falling for you’ he rolls his eyes, laughing slightly.

By 4:00 in the afternoon your all done. Harry walks over, plucking up the courage doing so. You were busy talking to your makeup artist when he clears his throat and looks over your shoulder.

‘Hottie alert coming your way. Be prepared’ he winks before walking to other crew members.

‘Hi’ is all he manages.

‘Hi, Harry’ you laugh slightly.

There’s a moment of silence before he finally speaks up. His words a floundering mess.

‘So I was- I was wondering if you wanted to go grab some coffee after this’ he manages through heavy breaths.

‘I would love too’ you smile.

That’s how your relationship flourished…

[marvelous-harry]

when he's a 10 but won't watch you rehearse your dance

"Daddy, come look!" Harry shouted from the living room as he finally managed to go through the whole dance for his new music video without messing up once.

"What is it?" Ben yelled back as he continued chopping up some veggies before throwing them into the frying pan.

"Come look! I can do it now!" Harry shouted back impatiently. "Daddy!"

Ben sighed and stirred the veggies. "Sweetheart, I'm cooking dinner. I'll watch you later alright?" he called back and grabbed some pepper from the spice rack.

Harry huffed as he stopped the music and wandered into the kitchen. "But daddy," Harry whined. "Want you to see it now," he pouted. "Actually it'd be really helpful if you and Sir could help me with the lift. You have to pick me up and spin me around while I stay flat. I'm gonna get him," Harry rambled and grinned.

"Hey. No. Oli's working so you're not going to disturb him. You can wait till after dinner. You may practice alone or take a break," Ben told as he pointed the spatula at him before stirring the vegetables again.

Harry whined and stomped his leg as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You can put away that attitude right away or you'll see how it is to do your dance after your ass has been turned red," Ben warned him.

Harry shook his head quickly and hurried over. "Nooo. I'll take a break," he whimpered. "I'll be good, daddy," he mumbled and rested his head against Ben's arm.

Ben smiled as he turned slightly and pulled him into a hug, giving his cheek a kiss. "I think that's a good choice. How about you give me and Oliver a show after dinner? You can get all dressed up for us? Does that sound like fun?" Ben suggested as he muti tasked by stirring the vegetables while cupping the back of Harry's neck and giving a little squeeze.

"Yeah. I can put on my pretty clothes," Harry nodded, closing his eyes as he leaned against Ben - enjoying the touch that was grounding him.

"Good boy,"

[the--blackdahlia]

Without a Fight Chapter 1

Title: Without a Fight Chapter 1

Summary: Nick Jackson is possibly the only person in AEW without superpowers. And it used to not bug him, but in the past month, it's been weighing on his shoulders. Until the night the storm hit. Then his world changed forever.

Warnings: Language, brainwashing, kidnapping, violence, maybe more as I work on it.

A/N: Let me know what you guys think please! I haven't wrote in such a long time.

Nick watched as Kenny ran around the ring. He wanted to show how his gear changed colors with different speeds, and was showing off to the kids who thought they were seeing Sonic running around. And while Nick was happy that Kenny got to show off, he was also a little pissy. Everyone had powers. His brother, Hangman, Kenny, hell, even that prick MJF had some. But not Nick Jackson, because why would he.

The one person in his whole damn family, and his friend group, that didn’t have powers.

“Yo, Nick!” Matt jumped the seat next to Nick and settled down by his brother.

“Oh, hey.”

“You’re over here pouting like that time Jericho accidently put the whole crowd to sleep,” Matt laughed. “Why the long face?”

“Not pouting. No long face.” Nick assured him, but Matt knew him. Nick had been a pouter as a child, especially when Matt was hogging the video games.

"Oh, come on. Lighten up a little." He poked Nick in the side. "Talk to me man."

"Nothing." Nick forced a smile on his face. "Aren't you going to practice that big, vine entrance you're wanting to do?"

"Yeah but I want you to do it with me." Matt had planned to make big vine swings for him and Nick to enter with, making them look like cool Tarzans. But Nick was in a mood. And Matt was pretty sure he knew why. Everyone that had powers in AEW seemed to be showing them off, minus a few, like Jericho.  “You know, they still might come in…” Nick snorted.

“Yours started showing up at 8. Donajo was 10 and so was Malachi.” Nick sighed. “In a world where like 75% of the population has super powers, I’m still fucking special.”

“Hey, you’re still the coolest brother a guy could ask for.” Matt told him. Nick shook his head and stood up. “Come on Nick. Just because you don’t have powers doesn’t mean anything.”

“You’re not making me feel any better.” Nick told him as he started to walk off. He ignored Matt calling for him as he headed back to the locker room. Kenny sped up the steps and sat by Matt.

“Where’s Nick going?” He asked.

“To pout I guess.” Matt shrugged. “I wish he could see how talented he is without any powers. Why don’t we go mess with Jericho and Hardy for a bit? Or Dustin? You know how fun it is when we annoy him.”

“Oh hell yeah.” Kenny laughed, and the two headed off.

****

Nick stayed in the locker room, separating himself from the rest of the elite when they tried to talk to him. Compared to his brother and friends, the coolest thing about him was the birthmark. A lightning bolt, but not like a Harry Potter one. More like the way it looks when lightning strikes something. It started on his left peck and ran down his side. It never hurt. It looked cool, and that was about the only thing that was cool on him.

“Come on man, you gotta get ready.” Matt told him as he finished up putting on his gear.

“Yeah, okay.” Nick sighed. Matt watched him for a minute before speaking up again.

“You good?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nick was sure he was just tired. He had felt this way when traveling, feeling just off. He just needed a break. He pushed away from the sink and got the rest of his gear on. They had a match against the Lucha Brothers, and those matches were always a crowd favorite.

Nick almost seemed in a trance as they headed down the hallway towards the entrance ramp. He had heard a few people talking about a storm that was on the way, and they were hoping it would just hold off until the show was done.

“Nick? Did you hear me?” Matt asked. Nick blinked a couple of time. “Do you have a concussion? Sick?”

“I’m just tired man. Can we get this over with?”

“Yeah, sure.”

The bucks headed out, Matt showing off his powers by blooming flowers down the ramp as they made their way. The crowd was eating it up, but Nick could care less. Why should he? It was constantly brought up when he was growing up. His parents had powers, his siblings all did. Sometimes, it felt like he was the only person in Rancho Cucamonga that didn’t have cool abilities. Yeah, he could do back flips, but it was hard to compare when your siblings could control earth, levitate, and could hit any target, no matter how difficult. 

He was able to put on a facade for the crowd. They never even knew anything was bugging him. Well, at first. But as the match went on, that feeling from earlier intensified. To the point he tagged Matt in before he was due, confusing not only Matt, but also Penta and Rey.

“What are you doing?” Matt asked as they took a second to gain their bearings.

“Somethings not right.” Nick told him. Matt didn’t have time to talk before continuing the match.

But just a minute later, Nick couldn’t handle it anymore. He almost fell off the apron and slowly headed towards the back. Aubrey was confused, as were all the participants and the crowd. 

“Nick!” Matt called out. Nick almost seemed to be in a trance as he walked away from his match. Matt wasn’t sure what to do. He needed to follow Nick, make sure he was okay, but he couldn’t just get counted out. So he did what he did best. He fought.

****

Kenny spotted Nick stumbling down the hall. Him and Hangman were watching on the monitor. Cody and Brandi had just walked up to them, everyone confused at where Nick had gone. Until they saw him.

“Shit, Nick. You okay?” Cody asked, but Nick just brushed past him. He needed to get outside. He needed air. He couldn’t breathe in this place.

“Nick!” Kenny called out for him as Nick pushed open a door. Seeing it didn’t lead outside, he continued on down the hall. Hangman went to grab Nick’s arm, put quickly pulled back when an electric jolt shot through im.

“Shit.” He hissed, looking at Kenny. They could hear Matt calling down the hall.

“Matt! Somethings wrong with Nick!” Brandi yelled back. Matt didn’t care how tired his body was. That was his little brother. He had to keep him safe. That was his one job.

Nick found a door to outside then. Pushing it open, he was greeted to fresh, warm summer air. There was thunder as a storm got ready to let loose. He stumbled forward, looking up at the sky.

“Nick! Come back here!” Matt called out. Nick didn’t even look at him as he spread his arms out and his back arched.

The next thing anyone saw was a bright light as a bolt of lightning hit the ground.

****

“Holy shit.” Someone in the parking lot mumbled to their partner. “We have to call the boss. She’s got to know what’s going on.”

“Is that one of the Young Bucks?” The woman asked. The man nodded, a smirk appearing on his face.

“I think we just found our newest recruit.” The guy laughed. “Call Steph and tell her the good news.

[mindofharry]

gang!harry being really mean to y/n when she had a really bad day and she just breaks down

“Harry?” Y/N asked, getting giddy at the thought of her love being home. She desperately needed a cuddle from her boy and just couldn’t wait to put a movie on and relax with Harry. Y/N just needed a night of stress free activities and Harry cuddles were on the top of her list.

Y/N jumped off their shared bed and practically ran down the stairs. The stairs are marble, so Harry always tells her to take her time in case she slips. But of course she never listens — one time she actually fell down two steps and Harry had to carry her down the steps because he refused to let her walk.

“I missed you!” Y/N said with a huge smile, jumping into his arms. Usually, he would spin her around a little, kiss her forehead and then ask about her day. But this time, he didn’t even wrap his arms around her waist. Y/N frowned and moved back, he had a vacant look in his eyes. Maybe he needed a stress free night too, running a gang is not easy. It comes with a lot of mental toll and Y/N wouldn’t like to be his shoes.

“You ok, my love?” Y/N asked and Harry sighed.

“Have you been in bed all day?” Harry asked, Y/N frowned again and put her arms around herself suddenly feeling very insecure. Harry knew when she got anxious, she liked to lay in bed and listen to music. It was something she never talked about but confided in Harrh about.

“Yes, I wasn’t feeling—“

“Don’t give me that shit, you insist on not having a maid and then you don’t clean anything.” Harry said looking around the house. It was an open plan, so everything is pretty visible from the front door. Y/N looked around — she’d admit, it wasn’t spotless, but it was all she could do this morning with the energy she had. Y/N suddenly felt a rush of shame, was she a bad girlfriend? She did insist on not having a maid. She thought she’d be able to handle the mess.

“I’m sorry, I was so tired…” Y/N trailed off, itching her arm. A bad habit she picked up when her anxiety was spiking.

“I ask for one thing, no mess. I bring in the money, so.”

Y/N let out an inaudible noise, she was beginning to get angry.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I bet you didn’t even make dinner.” Harry said walking into the living room. Y/N’s mouth opened and closed, shocked at Harry’s behaviour. He’s never been like this before.

“I was gonna order take out.” She mumbled and Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Of course you were.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears and she bit her lip, “Well there’s stuff in the kitchen if you don’t want chinese. Make it yourself.” Y/N said and stomped up the stairs.

“Yeah, so mature.” Harry shouted up after her.

Y/N let out a sob as she walked into the bedroom. She had spent the last hour, building a fort in the spare room. They had a huge tv projector in there for when family or friends stayed over. She was super proud of it and she even watched a ton of videos on how to make the perfect fort, because she knows harry used to love them as a kid.

She just wanted to do something nice for him.

Instead, she spent her stress free night stressing over a guy. Typical.

Harry walked into the kitchen and sighed opening up the fridge. There was nothing appealing in here so he looked in the cupboards, again, nothing tickled his fancy. So, he then decided maybe take out was a good idea after all. He pulled out his phone while he walked upstairs.

Harry had a tough day.

One of his men, a close friend, had gotten shot and is currently in a coma. He should’ve just told Y/N, but instead he took his anger out on her. He felt the guilt building up in his stomach as he walked up the stairs.

“Baby?” Harry asked as he walked into their shared room. They room was empty. Had she left?

Harry walked down the hall and opened the guest bedroom. Harrys eyes widened when he saw the fort at the end of the bed and the fairy lights hanging from the ceiling.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, he heard a sniffle and toed of his shoes, crawling into the fort. He sighed when he saw Y/N, tired and her eyes all swollen from crying.

“I’m sorry, honey.” Harry said and Y/N looked up at Harry.

“I just wanted to do something nice and you were so mean.” Y/N sobbed and Harry’s heart broke.

“I’m sorry, this is the best thing anyone’s ever done for me. I had a bad day—“

“I had a bad day too, Harry. But I would never take it out on you.”

“I know…” Harry sighed placing a hand on his forehead.

“Timmy got shot.”

Y/N leaped up.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N said, rubbing his arm.

“It’s no excuse, but I had a shitty day. And I’m so sorry, baby.” Harry said his eyes filling up with tears, Y/N’s eyes widened and she pulled him in to her.

“We both need to work on communicating. Thanks for telling me.”

Harry pecked her lips, “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

[lilacsandwhiskey]

I’m currently obsessed with tiktok and tom holland so I’m obsessed with imagines about both. i think it would be cute if you do a tiktok trend with the boys but like the world doesn’t know about reader and Tom so people are shipping her with one of the guys? like from the tiktok? Tom maybe gets jealous or something ? idk i’m rambling haha

Thanks for the request anon :) I hope this was okay!

Heartbreak Anniversary

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pandemic and COVID, cussing, maybe suggestive at points???, angst, jealous Tom, uhhh sucky writing and no proofreading so bare w ya girl n kinda longer than I anticipated but here we are :)

Notes: italics = flashback

If someone asked you how you managed to get a life as crazy as your’s, you’d simply reply “just meet Harrison and become best friends.” You almost couldn’t fathom what your life looked like right now - you sat in the kitchen with your two friends, Harry and Tuwaine, who had fallen into the pits of TikTok with you, while Harrison, Sam, and your beloved, Tom, sat in the living room, screeching at the television as they watched a game. All of this, while in the middle of a worldwide pandemic.

You didn’t officially live with the boys, but you might as well have. Your apartment was only minutes away, but with how communal your living situation was, Tom simply talked it over with his brothers and best friends, who didn’t even hesitate to scream yes when he asked if you could stay there. It was “safest,” he explained when he begged you to come stay for a while. So you did.

How did we get here? It all started with a little project, Harrison Osterfield, and him playing cupid.

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“Clumsy, are we?” Harrison managed to balance you as you tripped over your own two feet, walking into the studio. “What makes you think that?” You huffed back, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Just get that vibe.” He replied, shrugging with a smile.

It didn’t take long for you and Harrison to practically become the best of friends. He soon was inviting you out to drinks with his friends, who immediately accepted you. Though you and Harrison’s friendship was strictly platonic, you found him itching to find out about your relationship status. “Should I even wonder, Harri?” “I mean, no. I’m just curious.” “I thought I told you before I’m not interested in a relationship right now.” You said, glaring at him with a smile. “I didn’t ask that, I was just curious. So anyway, are you coming to the pub tonight? I’m dying for you to meet my friend, Tom.” The excitement in his voice was too much to understand, but instead of questioning, you just replied with a yes.

There you were, walking through the doors of the pub at 8pm sharp. Your eyes finally spotted familiar faces who were calling out to you. You followed suit, inching your way to the booth at the back. “Y/N!” They called, urging into hugs. “Hi everyone!” You replied, taking a seat. Tuwaine was already scooting over your favorite drink towards you. “Told you we’d always take care of you! Anyway, we’re celebrating tonight. Tom’s back home!”

Your eyes landed on the curly-haired boy who had a gentle smile playing on his lips. “No need for anything big, I’m just glad to be surrounded by my favorite people.” Tom said. “Nice to meet you finally, Y/N. Glad to finally put a face to the name.” Tom held a hand out, gripping tight to yours as he shook it. Little did you know, Tom was well-aware of what your face looked like. He hadn’t been able to stop scrolling through your social media pages after Harrison had posted a picture of you, him, and Tuwaine on his story during a night out.

———————————

“So who’s this girl you’ve been posting?” Tom said, trying to be as nonchalant as possible during this conversation with his bestfriend. “Y/N, I thought I’d mentioned her to you.” Harrison said through the phone. “I don’t believe you have, are you like…” “No, no, dude, you know I’ve been talking to Grace.” “I know, but I was just worried my best friend had moved on without telling me!” “You know I would. No, she’s just a friend, we met during a project. Grace actually loves her, and so does everyone else - including your brothers. Have they not told you about her?”

Tom tried to think back to his conversations, only briefly hearing mentions of your names when he’d ask what they’d been doing. He couldn’t help but scroll through your pictures, soaking up every aspect of your life, well, only what you displayed. You had a dog, bingo. You seemed to be funny by the way you captioned your pictures, good. You seemed to have fun, love your family, and live a life that perfectly reflected how Harrison had described to him after he had came to the realization that Tom had already began crushing on you just by what he’d started telling him and the way you portrayed yourself.

Tom begged Harrison to be his wingman. Harrison practically scolded him the first few times. “I don’t want you to mess up this friendship.” “She’s not just a fling, Tom.” “Can’t you just be friends first?” Tom would settle for the last comment. “Fine, introduce us.”

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Your conversations with Tom seemed so effortless that night. With too much alcohol in your system, you found yourself completely flustered by how pretty he was with his glazed eyes, rosy cheeks, and the constant giggles escaping his lips.

Though nothing ever happened that night, you found yourself spending more and more time with Tom in the coming weeks. Harrison didn’t mind as his relationship was truly flourishing with Grace. Weeks later, Tom had finally kissed you out of the blue and it changed everything. He was leaving for a few more weeks for filming, and instead of gaining the guts to make it official that night, he waited until he came back. It was the first thing he asked you when you reunited.

But, it wasn’t as simple as that. The logistics, the orchestrating, there was so much planning involved with what felt like should just be simple. Tom had fans, and sometimes they weren’t so nice. Tom wanted to protect you in every way possible. Though it was obvious you’d been hanging with the guys, since some of them had posted you, you had just figured that if you went out in public, you’d all go together and you couldn’t spend too much time just next to Tom. Posts were limited, it was all planned to a T. But you didn’t mind, because Tom made you happy and you knew it was for the best.

For a while, you did long distance. Your relationship had been based off of late night or early morning FaceTime calls, quick calls in between breaks, and short text messages throughout the day. It was hard but worth it. But this last time didn’t last near as long as others.

When word of COVID swept through the news, the world became frantic in all aspects. When everything began going into lockdown, Tom was sent straight back home from filming.

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Laughter erupted between Harry, Tuwaine, and you. Tuwaine had showed you a both a video on TikTok he came across of a girl dancing in the midst of her friends to the song Heartbreak Anniversary. Though her coordination was obviously great, it was the reactions and how aggressive she was doing the dance that made it so funny.

As if on cue, Tom, Harrison, and Sam walked into the kitchen, Harrison mentioning that they couldn’t hear their program over their laughing. That’s when they found themselves gathered around the phone, joining in the laugher.

“I think we should recreate it. I think Y/N should learn the dance and be in the middle. It’ll be too good.” Harry said. “Me?” A nervous laugh escaping your lips. “For sure, we learn dances so fast, you’ll have it down in no time.” Harry was right - over the last few months, you’d formed certain hobbies with each of the boys. You had became just as close with them as Tom was, and one thing you and Harry found yourselves doing often was learning dances in the backyard, most likely disrupting the neighbors from your obnoxious cussing and laughter.

After protesting the dance, the guys had won and you were now practicing the dance. You felt so dumb, you couldn’t help but laugh. You didn’t allow the boys to see it so that when you videod, it would be their fresh reactions. And that’s what it was -

The boys circled around you, ready to endure the dancing. Right before, Tom had pulled you aside and reiterated not focusing that much time on him, though he wanted you to. You agreed, understanding the circumstances considering the world still was unaware of your relationship. To everyone else, you were just some friend that came to hang out every now and then.

So when the music started, you kept that little rule in the back of your mind. You tried to spend enough time with each, trying to make them laugh which definitely worked. You added your own flair to the dance, leaning back towards each of them, causing them to spit out laughter. You still found a moment with Tom, because it’d be too obvious that you were not trying to be obvious if you didn’t (haha).

Afterwards, the guys laughed over your shoulder as they watched their own reactions. “You killed that!” Sam exclaimed.

Hours later, you all sat in the living room, engrossed in your own thing - television, telephone, reading, someone was doing something. That’s when Tuwaine busted out laughing. “Shit, these comments are ruthless!” “Hmm?” You said, not even thinking to go check on the video you’d posted. When you opened up the app, Tom was looking over your shoulder to look for himself.

“Yeah, Harrison and Y/N are def fucking”

“Y/N and Haz 👀👀👀”

“Look at the way Haz looks at her 😍 obvi in love”

The comments continued. You cocked your head, watching back at the video. There was nothing much different between your interactions other than he was laughing the most - but that was just Haz. You shook your head, laughing as everyone but Tom joined it.

“Dang, Y/N, didn’t know we cared so much about each other!” Harrison said, giggling. “Right, just so in love!” You jokingly fell back into the couch, but soon noticed that Tom was barely participating in the jokes. Instead, he was leaning back, barely cracking a smile, even when you tugged his arm. You tried to shake off his reaction, not expecting him to actually be upset.

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“I think I’m going to shower, wanna join?” You pulled out some sweatpants from the drawer that you’d claimed. “Why don’t you go ask Harrison?” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Excuse me?” Tom stayed silent. A nervous laugh escaped your lips, in hopes that his words were only joking but the straight face he was giving, along with no eye contact, made it clear that he was not joking.

“Are you being serious right now?” You asked quietly. You felt yourself beginning to get upset, considering you had never given him a reason to believe that for one, you’d ever cheat, and for two, that you and Harrison had ever had sex. He was well aware of the friendship that you had before Tom came along, and not only was it strictly platonic, but Grace had been in the picture the whole time.

Tom finallt replied with a shrug, which elicited rolling eyes from you. “You’re unbelievable.” You slammed the door to the bedroom, slamming the bathroom door across the hall. It may have been absurd, but in that moment you honestly were shocked. You and Tom had never really argued about something like this before - it just never showed itself as a problem. It wasn’t like you hadn’t been rumored dating each one of the boys before anyway, you didn’t know what was different.

Harrison had obviously heard the slamming of the doors, including the other boys who surrounded him. Sam pushed the television, looking around at the group, who was already exchanging looks. “Nose goes.” Tuwaine said, instantly pinning his finger to his nose, the rest of the boys following. Harrison was the last to reach his nose. “Aw, come on. You know this is probably about me.” Harrison whispered. “Guess you gotta find out.�� Harry replied, shrugging.

Harrison slowly made his way to Tom’s room, slowly knocking before opening the door. Tom was laying on the bed on his phone, seeming that he was not phased by the events that seemed to have just occurred. “Tom?” “Hmm?” “What’s going on?” Harrison asked, inching closer to the bed.

Tom laid his phone on his chest with a smirk. “Why don’t you go find out?” “Seriously, Tom? Are we twelve right now?” Harrison huffed back, crossing his arms. When Tom didn’t reply, Harrison felt like tugging his hair out. It wasn’t very often that the two lads argued, but Harrison honestly couldn’t believe that THIS is what the argument was about this time.

Harrison made it clear time and time again before Tom and you had started dating that you two had been platonic from the beginning. Harrison loved you like a sister, but never anything more. Tom was well aware of that - so he didn’t understand why he was lashing out?

“Look, mate. I don’t know why you’re acting like this, but I can guarantee you, that if you keep on, Y/N isn’t going to like it. You have no right to take it out on her. You know she wouldn’t do that to you in a million years, hell, you know I’d never do that to you in a million years. If you want to be mad, be mad at me, though you have no true reason to be. Fans make assumptions all the time. You can’t possibly be upset when you’re the one who continues to vow her as a secret to the world. You orchestrate every plan with her to make sure that it looks like you’re not dating, so yeah, people might get skeptical. I’m sorry that you’re feeling insecure right now, but you have no right to accuse her of anything.” Harrison had no intentions of giving a speech, but he knew that it had to be said. Tom just looked at him, and for the first time, Harrison couldn’t get a read on him.

Harrison made his way out of the room, almost colliding with you as you came out of the bathroom. Harrison gave you a sympathetic smile before going back to the living room. Confused as to what had just happened in Tom’s room, you took a deep breath before opening the door. There was no doubt that you were still upset, but you also were bothered about the fact that this came so suddenly. Or had it? Had he been so skeptical before and you’d just never caught on? How could he not trust you?

As you walked in, Tom laid on his side away from you. You let out a small sigh, placing your dirty clothes in the hamper and walking over to the bed. “Tom?” No answer. “Can we talk?” Though you couldn’t see around him, Tom squeezed his eyes shut at those words. He finally turned over. “Hey.” You said. “Hey.”

You assumed an apology would come after that, but it never did. You tried to be reasonable. “I get it.” “Hm?” “I get it. I’m sorry that you’re feeling like this. I can’t say there haven’t been times I’ve gotten a little jealous or scared or insecure when you’re miles and miles away. But I’m right here. You have nothing to worry about.” “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted that way towards you.” “It’s okay, but you have to trust me. We’ve been together over a year now and this conversation has never came up. Why now?”

Tom took a minute to gather his words. He let out a slow shaky breath. “I don’t know how to put it into words. When I’m away, I long to be back home with you. It seems so simple to know that I get to home and you’re here for me. So, now that I’m home for longer than a week, I recognize that you have developed these amazing friendships with people who can be here for you more than me, and sometimes it just feels unreal that I have you - like I don’t deserve you. I just love you so much that the thought of you being with someone else ever hurts me, and I think that’s why the comments got to me so much this time. Y/N, I think I’m ready to tell the world. I’m tired of keeping you a secret. I want to show the world you’re mine, I want to be the one they make those comments about. Ridiculous, huh?” Tom let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

You grabbed his hands, shaking your head. “Babe, if it weren’t for Harrison, we wouldn’t be here. The relationships I’ve grown with everyone is over our shared love of you. We are so grateful that we can be altogether in each other’s presence and enjoy it because we all have a shared love. You’re so important to all of us, and that’s just how it works. I’m ready to tell the world if you are. I’d love nothing more than to finally call you mine publicly… and maybe go on a date outside of our backyard when this pandemic ends.” You say with a grin. He pulls you on top of him, laying a slow kiss on your lips. “You’re so important to me. Let’s show the world how much.”

[skylarmoon71]

HR Wells (Flash) - Chapter 4

The heart to heart with HR has given you confidence you need to do something you should have from the moment you’d gotten away from Eobard. Confide in your friends. Now with them all standing in the cortex, you take a seat.

“I asked you guys to come because I..” You need to gather your thoughts.

“I want to tell you what happened. “ They all seem to know exactly what it is you mean.

“Dr. We…Eoabrd.” You correct yourself.

“He took me because he was…he..he said that he’d gained feelings for me.” Barry doesn’t see that coming.

“Before it all happened, I did care about him. Well I guess I cared about the man I thought he was. He thought that if I was away from you all that he could influence me, persuade me to switch sides. He wanted me to betray you all and be with him.” You’re messing with your fingers, it’s the only distraction you have.

“I refused and so he drove his hand into my gut.”

You press a hand to your stomach. Barry takes a step, but you raise your head, shaking it. You need to get this out. Because there’s a chance you’d never have the courage to do this again.

"He thought I was dead, and I pretended to be. Held on for as long as I could. We weren’t that far from a town, so the second I realized he wasn’t coming back, I dragged myself to the window and left a message there. I couldn’t make it outside. I was lucky enough that the building I was in was somewhere high schoolers like to mess around in. Someone found me. I survived, but even if I didn’t I just…I wanted you guys to know…” You sob, and it pulls at Barry’s heart. Caitlin puts a hand over her lips to stop them from quivering.

“I-I wanted you to know that I would never..would never…” Barry rushed forward, pulling you into his arms and you cried. Harry and the others watch as you practically bawl your eyes out.

“We know.” Barry responds.

“We know.” You bury your face in his chest, for once not worried about how strong you looked.

The events of that day have laid heavy on everyone’s heart.

“Knock knock.” You smile as HR enters the speed lab. You’re sitting at the stairs.

“You know if you knock you don’t have to say the words. “

“Where’s the fun in that?” He starts strumming his drum sticks against the railing. You lean forward, enjoying the crazy personality that is HR Wells.

“So I was thinking, since you’re super swift and fighty, how about you teach me a couple moves.” He swings the sticks in his hand, right before he tucks it into his pocket.

“You want to learn to fight?”

“Sure. The lab is always under attack. What’s one more warrior am I right?” He does little air punches, and you chuckle.

“I guess I could start training you, but you need to be focused HR. No messing around. “

“When have I ever messed around?” You quirk an eyebrow.

“Point taken, see you bright and early tomorrow!” He’s dashing off, and you laugh.

“He's such a child.”

It’s a refreshing change, especially now. Maybe HR is what you need to trust again. Not just your friends, but yourself. Harry is the one that strolls through the entrance.

“Why was that moron in such a hurry?”

“He wants to learn how to fight.” You reply.

“Great, now we’ll have to HR proof everything. He’s like a walking bomb.” Harry’s annoyance is fun to watch sometimes. You lean back, letting out a breath. Harry’s eyes settle on you.

“I know why you became a bounty hunter.” You tune back in, eyes shifting to him.

“It made sense. Eobard took that power from you.” Now, you can’t seem to look at him. Leave it to Harry to figure it out.

“Barry's never told me what you were like before, nor has Cisco, but I saw a video. One with the four of you. I saw a side of you I’d never seen before. When he took you that day you changed, and it made you tough. You picked that job because you wanted to catch criminals and help people, the way you had hoped someone would have helped you when he took you. “

Harry sees the tears that are now running down your cheeks, and you don’t wipe them away. You’d spent too many days keeping it all inside. Pretending that you were okay. That he hadn’t left something broken inside you all those years ago.

“He took away the innocence and faith I had. I couldn’t see the good in anyone for so long. I couldn’t date or bond with anyone because I kept waiting for that other shoe to drop. I’ve been trapped in that time. “

“You aren’t anymore.”

You want to believe it, you really do. When Harry takes a seat next to you, he pulls you into his side.

“You’re one of the few people I can tolerate on this earth. Hell will freeze over before I let something happen to you.” You lean your head on his shoulder with a smile.

“Thank you Harry.”

“Of course.”

The silence settles, and you begin to relax, but the rumbling of a stomach catches your attention.

“Big belly burger?” You suggest with a laugh. Harry tries to play off his embarrassment.

“Thought you’d never ask, let's go.” You’re laughing the entire way out.

[farfromharry]

This has really being messing with me. I’ve seen a bunch of videos with the boys and their friends, but all of the friends just look like drunken idiots and I don’t like them, I don’t like drinking or partying and all I can think about is what would happen if somebody didn’t like their boyfriend friends. Maybe you could write something about it if your inspired with Harry or haz?

summary: you feel bad for having to admit to your boyfriend that you don’t really like his friends

harry holland x reader

w/c 616

- clearing out my inbox, requests are closed -

“what time are you leaving?” you asked, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind.

harry was having a lads night, going out with his friends to watch a football match or do some kind of pub quiz, you couldn’t remember.

now it’s not that you hated the men he was friends with, you were sure when they were completely sober and actually shared any of your interests, then they were fun to be around, but from what you’d seen you wouldn’t say that’s the case.

you felt awful about it, how could you not like your boyfriend’s friends? you were sure he’d hate you if he found out, so that’s why most nights you’d suck it up and just not say anything.

but today you’d had a bad day, work didn’t go well and it was the end of the week so you were obviously exhausted. all you’d wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend all night, but when you got home nearer six pm due to traffic, he was already throwing on a button up and jeans, telling you that he was heading out.

“around 7:15,” he answered, placing a quick kiss to your head.

“so you don’t have time to cuddle?” you asked, unwrapping yourself from the brunette stubbornly. you very happily shuffled over to the bed, climbing under the covers until only your face was visible.

harry frowned, missing the energetic angel he was used to seeing. “are you okay?” he asked.

he made his way over to the bed, sitting down on the edge so he could see you better.

“just had a bad day,” you murmured.

“ ‘m sorry bub.” he rubbed your hip over the covers. “why don’t you come out with us? take your mind off of things.”

you shook your head, burying it deeper into your pillow to hide your face. you felt his lips attach to your cheek at first, then to your jaw, eventually trailing down to your neck.

“come on, come have a few drinks with us,” he mumbled, trying to butter up with kisses so you’d come and spend the evening with him and his friends at the pub they frequently visited.

“no it’s okay, you go have fun,” you said, practically shooing him out of the door. harry furrowed his eyebrows, refusing to move from his spot.

“what’s wrong?” he asked, cupping your cheek gently. you frowned, feeling an immense amount of guilt settling in your stomach as you stared into the honey eyes of your boyfriend.

“i-i don’t really like your friends, and i feel horrible-“ you rambled. harry was silent through your entire confession, only adding onto the worry you were feeling that he was going to hate you for this.

he shrugged his shoulders. “okay.”

you frowned, eyes bulging as you stared at him like he’d gone made. “okay? what do you mean, okay?”

he chuckled, pecking your lips. you didn’t know what was happening, if he was going to suddenly snap at you and get angry or if he was just going to be silently angry until it killed you.

“you don’t have to like my friends, i know they can be a bit much.”

your heart practically melted, staring up at the man you loved with tears of relief beginning to well in your eyes. you’d felt a huge weight being removed from your shoulders.

“you’re so perfect, y’know that?”

he smiled, leaning down to peck your lips once again. his lips twitched more into a smirk, your eyes narrowing as you tried to assess what he was about to do.

“would i be more perfect without my awful friends?” he teased.

you let out a whine. “harry!”

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