#i think that harry is so babygirl

[saoirse-murphy]

Harry: "Draco, why are you staring at me like that?" Draco: "I'm trying to decide if you're more of a Firebolt or a Nimbus 2000." Harry: "Seriously? I'm your boyfriend, not a broomstick!" Draco: "Well, you do sweep me off my feet sometimes."

[theamazingannie]

Obsessed with Buck finding the gay version of his straight crush oh he won fr

[daincrediblegg]

Not to be like down so bad about a fictionalized nuclear physicist as played by Jared Harris but like

[steaksex]

I NEED TO THINK ABOUT CODEPENDANT TOXIC GAY SEX WITH MY OCS RIGHT FUCKING NOW.

[zaynontour]

Anyone who refers to Harry and Louis as rose/dagger and she/him should kill themselves starting with you :)

1. they bloody chose to tattoo themselves with the rose and the dagger so take it up with them. it's not my fault lmao.

2. why are you so bothered by people using she/her pronouns for harry? is it because it challenges his masculinity? as if he constantly doesn't push the boundaries of his gender and likes to play with its expression just because it's fun and it is what he fucking wants to do for which he doesn't owe a single label, explanation, reasoning or justification to anyone. and as if his friends, especially his queer friends don't constantly use she/her pronouns for him. so i'd suggest you take a break from the internet and get in touch with reality once in a while coz it's not that deep.

3. i'm quite unbothered and unfeeling about your death threats so your attempts to rattle me my dear, i'd say were

[0oolookitsme]

Piece of His Heart

Hii everyone, I'm back from my long hiatus!! Hope you missed me because boy did I miss YOU! <3 This one is a little emotional, a little sweet, and VERY Harry focused. Also, I was inspired to write this piece while listening to 'London's Song' by Matt Hartke, and trust me, it's a lovely song. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Verse - Artist!Harry x Photographer!Y/n

Word Count - 1.0k

Warnings - Mentions of unplanned pregnancy, financial stress.

Harry and Y/n were students, and now, parents to a newborn babygirl as well. With all of the newfound emotions rushing through them, one thing he knew was that they were going to build this new little family slowly, and lovingly.

Harry looked up at the ceiling, at the overused fan moving slowly and creakily, with one of his arms under his head while the other one remained draped over his little baby's back. 

She was curled up on top of him, breathing softly, her little hands fisting his shirt. 

Daylight was pouring into the room through the gap between the two curtains, and Harry still couldn't believe that the little one sleeping away on his chest was finally here, after a worthwhile wait of a full nine months.

He still remembers the nickname he'd given her while she was still inside her mum's belly – 'Pumpkin' he had called her, and her little frame couldn't have agreed more with him. 

Full and round cheeks hung a little low on her face, her small mouth in a pout and eyes as circular as pearls, nothing if not the true meaning of grace.

Which is why he'd settled with the name 'Opal', grinning widely while Y/n had nodded furiously with tears in her eyes, saying how it was the perfect name ever.

His mornings suddenly became impossibly sweeter, something he hadn't expected since he had moved back in this childhood home with Y/n.

A few days ago, when he had laid his eyes on the bundle of sunshine for the very first time ever, a huge piece of his heart, if not his entire heart, had been taken right then and there. 

Sighing, Harry got up very carefully, wary of waking up the newborn and then, when he successfully hadn't, laid her on the two person size sofa – all that he could fit in the name of a seat inside his small art studio. 

He had just turned to get back to his awaiting Canvas, when Opal began mumbling. She was talking in her sleep, he realised with a smile growing on his face, making his dimples show up. 

Another piece of his heart was taken then. 

He wondered, each time that she slept, about just what she was dreaming up. On nights, he worried if she wasn't warm enough, wanted her to know that there was a blanket of stars above her – but he knew he could wait until she began talking to do that. 

Even though he couldn't afford the best, he was going to make this work. He was going to be the best father out there, give Opal all of his love, all with Y/n by his side.

Putting back down the paintbrush he had picked up because he couldn't stop thinking of her, Harry walked back over with his stool to sit and watch her. He crossed over the chair, his front against the chair's backrest as he rested his face on his arms, gazing down with a soft smile on his mouth. 

"I can't wait for you to grow up so that we can talk, you know? So, hopefully, you can tell me if this is where you'll always wanna be," he spoke, brushing away the unruly mop curls on her head. 

"And we can go to a place where you look at the light and it splinters," he sighed, moving to cover her up with a blanket. "Where there's plenty of gas in our car to last us the cold, cold winter," tears glazed over his sight, sniffling as he looked at her small figure lull to side as she slept – he almost let slip a chuckle. 

Right then, she took whatever pieces were left of his heart. 

Winter this year wasn't easy, but that wasn't to say that it wasn't the best one aside from the ones he had spent with Y/n. So much financial stress had come with the unplanned pregnancy, and now a baby. But he knew that the both of them could pull through the loans and make it out as a happy and healthy family, if they stuck together. 

Y/n’s dad, a single father, was a little bit bitter about the whole situation but had begrudgingly stepped forward to help out the two with handling the house, seeing as the both of them had to attend college as well as take care of the baby. He dropped off the groceries last weekend, along with the last minute new-born-baby stuff that Y/n had told him they needed. 

Even Anne stepped forward, letting the two of them borrow a room in her house for as long as they needed – likely until they could get back up on their own feet financially.

Currently, as Harry sat feeling overwhelmed with all of the love and other emotions rushing through him, he could hear Anne talking to Y/n down the hall. The walls weren’t the thickest and he could tell that Anne was sharing her own stories with Y/n, telling her about how she’d had Harry at a young age, and more. 

He’d heard it before, had even seen the two of them having this chat. So he knew that Anne, very likely, had Y/n’s head in her lap and brushing her hands through her hair, trying to console the woman high on hormones and the insurmountable number of emotions she must be feeling. 

Wiping away at his nose with the sleeve of his flannel, Harry blinked away the tears and pulled up a smile on his face again, trying to be courageous, for Y/n and their daughter. Because he knew that Y/n was doing the same for them. For the little family they were both going to build slowly and lovingly now.

"But I also want you to be this little forever, so that I can cherish you enough, yes?" He asked her, nodding his head when she mumbled something incoherent, something similar to ‘we’ll be fine, dada', Harry wanted to believe. 

And unable to help himself, he picked her up again, holding her flush against his exposed torso because he didn’t have the energy to button up his shirt and the skin to skin contact made breathing a little easier. 

"I'll love you tenderly," he whispered, pressing a kiss on her forehead. "I'll love you forever, and more, little pumpkin." 

[melrodrigo]

music nerds

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jenna stumbles upon a tiny vinyl shop, and thinks the employee is mighty cute.

A/n: here it is nerds, my first jenna fic. Was in a silly goofy mood, I miss my babygirl so.

It started at the vinyl shop. You, rearranging the different records into the correct sections, stood humming absentmindedly to the tune of the song playing.

“How’s my favorite employee of the month doing?” Your coworker (and best friend) Harry pipes up, leaning on the shelves opposite you.

“You can stop calling me that, we both know the only reason I got crowned this month was because you missed six days and I had to cover for your ass.” You mumble, slightly annoyed. It had been a long day, with customers shuffling in and out without ever buying anything. It didn’t help that the only customers Harry attended to were girls he thought were cute.

He nudges you a little, trying to prompt you away from rearranging the vinyls.

When you don’t answer, he huffs a little and then makes his way to the back—no doubt about to take a nap—where he’ll stay until closing time.

You sigh softly, shaking your head.

Even though you loved Harry to shreds, you hated being his coworker. He could be trusted with nothing.

You move over to the next section, swaying a little to the tune, losing yourself in the music.

You’re aware of the jingle of the bell that indicates someone has entered as you shuffle through the records.

They could take care of themselves for just a few minutes, you reckon.

Soft footsteps sound from behind you, and the sound of someone putting a stop to the music makes you frown. Then, there’s a tiny scratching noise before the melody of I am Controlled By Your Love by Helene Smith sounds through the tiny store.

You can’t help the tiny smile that envelops your face; and the surprise that echos through your mind. You’d just found out about this song, while scrolling through a playlist someone had made for your celebrity crush, Jenna Ortega.

Apparently she liked the song, if you remembered correctly from watching one of her interviews passingly.

“Great choice.” You tell whoever put it on, still not turning to face them.

“Thanks, I’m surprised this place has it. I’ve been looking for weeks.” A girl answers, and it sounds vaguely familiar.

“Well, we sure do. One of the best vinyl stores in the country if I do say so myself.” You smile, finally finishing tampering with the discs and turn to your customer.

It takes everything in you to not gasp out loud—standing in front of you was the Jenna Ortega.

You feel your hands grip the shelves just a little tighter, and you prayed to god that Jenna didn’t see the blush very quickly climbing up your neck.

“One of the best, huh?” She smiles, and you swear you could feel your heart physically melt.

She looks, if not better, exactly like in the pictures. It’s surreal, this person you see almost everyday on your phone, standing in front of you.

She’s wearing a black turtleneck sweater and some baggy jeans. There are sunglasses blocking her eyes, maybe to try to avert attention, but you could tell in an instant who she was.

You think she knows too, by the way she’s smirking a little.

“Yeah, and there are a ton of artists just like the one you just put on, at the back corner over there.” You point with shaky fingers, cursing yourself for looking so stupid.

She nods and disappears further into the store, and you breathe out in relief.

Holy shit! Jenna Ortega!

You place a hand over your heart, reminding yourself to be normal and check if you’re still breathing.

“Uh-I’m sorry. I couldn’t find it. Where did you say?” She pops her head out from one of the shelves, cocking her head to the side.

You grab your bearings, determined to not make a fool of yourself.

You were an employee. Just an employee helping out a confused customer.

“It’s hard to find, believe me I know.” You smile reassuringly, sauntering over to where she was standing.

“Here, just follow me.” You say, weaving through the maze that was this tiny vinyl store.

She bumps into you a few times, saying a soft sorry as she does. You placate her worries with soft it’s okays everytime she does.

“Ahah! Right here. My pride and joy.” You beam, getting used to having her so close and relaxing.

“What would you recommend?” She muses, flicking through the artists.

“Well, I’m a Beatles girl myself,” You tell her, looking over the records, “but I am a sucker for The Mamas & The Papas.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, and you hold your hands up in defeat.

“I know, I know! I’m a mainstream whore.” You say before you can stop yourself, something definitely inappropriate to say to a customer.

Jenna lets out a little giggle, fast like she can’t help herself.

You take the opportunity to keep talking, since she seems interested in the music over here.

“But, there is another artist somewhere here, I think you’ll like.” You wink, then mentally face palm yourself.

You turn back to the records in order to hide your expression, finally finding the guy you were looking for.

“Frank Zappa.” You explain as you hand it over to her. “An instrumental.”

She looks at it thoughtfully, inspecting the album art; then looks up at you and smiles. Her brown eyes make you want to cry and scream, but you keep your composure.

“You have nice eyes.” She murmurs, eyes flickering over your face. Then, just as fast, she turns away and walks back the way you came.

“What just happened.” You breathe once she’s out of earshot, carefully walking back to the cashier.

She’s waiting, texting someone on her phone.

When you slide up behind the counter, all flirty smiles, she tilts her head.

“Took you long enough.” She teases, scrunching her nose in embarrassment unconsciously.

You stutter endlessly, trying and failing to come up with an excuse. It all comes out in one jumbled poor excuse of a sentence that you try to cover up with a cough.

You slide her things over and scan them, not daring to look at her probably smug face.

“That’s all.” You say, somewhat bashfully, stealing a glance back at her.

Her eyes flicker with something you can’t quite place, but something you can certainly feel. Warmth envelops you whole, your knees turning into jelly.

You put her stuff into a plastic bag, hand them over, and bite back the hitch of breath when your hand grazes hers.

She bites her lip thoughtfully, shifting on her feet. The bag is in her hands now, she’s free to leave.

But still, she stands there, looking like she’s thinking very hard about something.

You try and prompt her out of her thoughts, murmur a quiet, “Anything else?” and watches as she takes out her phone and pushes it to your side of the desk.

“Yeah. Your number.” She squeaks, blushing a faint pink. She clears her throat and says it again, in a tone deeper than before.

It takes absolutely everything in you to keep your mouth shut. It desperately desperately wants to drop, not quite computing what is really happening.

You take it before she can change her mind, quickly jamming in your number and taking a quick photo for the profile.

She beams as you hand it back to her, not bothering to stop the cheeky satisfied smile that wants to take over her lips.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” She asks, and you nod adamantly, forgetting all pretense of chill.

“Right. Uh huh. Super!” You call out as she makes her way out the door, shaking her head at your dorkiness.

“Holy shit!” You yell this time, breathing out a huge sigh of relief you didn’t even know you were holding.

You’re rooted to the spot, afraid that if you move you’ll wake up and this’ll all be a dream.

“Wha-What happened?” Harry comes tumbling out the back door, plastic baseball bat in hand.

You lock eyes with him and let yourself fall down into the nearest chair, all wild eyes.

“I just got Jenna Ortega’s number!” You tell him, letting your hands run through your hair, happy and stressed.

His eyes narrow, then he shoots you a lopsided smirk.

“Sure you did.” He says, letting the baseball bat fall beside him, guard down.

“No Harry, she really came in here! And asked me for my number!” You yell, exasperated.

You can tell he doesn’t really believe you, but all it takes is one good look at your face, all white and red at the same time, and he’s widening his eyes comically wide.

“No fucking way.” He gushes, sliding over to sit beside you. He practically preens over you, all questioning eyes.

“Well what did you do?” He pushes, waiting for you to elaborate.

You tell him the whole story, slightly reveling in his reactions. He never fails to make you laugh at his comments.

“So…what now?” Harry asks after a minute, raising his eyebrows.

You sigh. “I don’t know, I guess I’m gonna have to wait for her to call me. Who knows how long that’s gonna take.”

“Well, you better be ready for her when she does. Oh my god we so need to do a makeover.” He rambles, turning on his phone to look at hairdressers nearby. You lean back into your chair, overwhelmed.

For now, you’re worry-less. Jenna Ortega just asked for your number, and you think you couldn’t be luckier. The only thing to do now was wait, and so you do.

[missmielyhoran]

He looks up grinning like a devil

your parents think their sweet catholic girl is in the city working as an assistant to big ceo but is she really?

(Sugardaddy!Harry × reader)

A/N- Idk where this came from lmao

[Warning- Smut, if you squint you will find the plot, slight voyeurism, oral (fem receiving), virgin reader, Harry being a dream ngl, daddy kink]

Masterlist

*****

You were skipping up the office stairs leading to the elevator, hands full of shopping bags and lunch from his favorite restaurant you picked up.

You hummed the song you were listening to in the car and greeted everyone back. To everyone, you were Harry's younger beautiful girlfriend or dumb arm candy, as some said, you didn't care. Everyone either wanted to be or have you, and it was thrilling.

You reached on Harry's floor and greeted his assistant, who was a sweet guy looking not much older than you.

You pushed opened the door to Harry's office and saw him typing away on his computer, his blazer thrown over the back of his office chair, his sleeves rolled up and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

You bite down on your lips to not whimper out loud, but the small sound you made got his attention. He smirked, looking up like the devil your parents warned you your whole life about.

Oh, your parents would have a heart attack if they knew.

He raked your whole body up and down. You were wearing the short, flowy red dress he loves. Your hair is half tied up by a ribbon with few in front framing your face and a simple cross laying between your breasts.

"What are you doing so far away babygirl?" Harry said, leaning back in the chair and spreading his thighs more, inviting you in.

You put down the shopping bags near the entrance and walked towards him with the food packets in hand.

"I brought your favorite food" you said, lifting the food packet in the air in front of Harry. He pulled you on his lap and put the food on the desk.

"Thank you so much love but I want to start with desert today" He said as his fingers found his way towards your dripping pussy.

"It will go cold-""I will order another one" He said while nipping on your neck and once his fingers found your clit you forgot about everything that wasn't him.

Harry gently picked you up, and your heel claded legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. He kept nipping on your neck as he put you down on the desk.

His hands worked skillfully as he took off your panties and slid down on his knees, leaving open mouth kisses all over you. You were gasping for air, but he didn't care. He loved it when you let out breathless whimpers.

It was a heavenly torture.

"Always so wet for me, aren't you baby?" He said cockily. He kissed your inner thighs and watched you squim with lust blown eyes.

His thick finger ran up and down your sodden folds while his other hand ran up your body and gripped your chin, keeping your eyes on his.

Keeping the eye contact on he leaned closer and kitten licked your pussy making you let out a small whimper. He grinned like a devil, looking up, and all the hell broke lose in the best way possible.

He sucked on your clit while his middle finger circled your entrance all while his eyes watched all your moves. Then suddenly he pushed whole finger in, in one go making you almost scream out.

"Mr. Styles the papers- Oh my god" You heard someone say behind you but you couldn't have cared less. The person yelled series of sorrys and ran out of the office as fast as they could and you knew you will be the talk of the whole office tomorrow.

You clenached around Harry's finger as he pushed another one in. He chuckled and pulled back from your swollen clit.

"Your virgin little pussy is gripping my fingers you tight. I can't even fathom about how my cock will feel" He said taking eyes off you and watched the mess you were making on his hand.

"You know how many times I have come at night thinking about fucking your brains out." He asked gripping your cheeks so hard they hollow up, your lips part but nothing except airy moans come out.

"You're a mess on my fingers babygirl what will you do if I take you right here? huh?" He said standing up to his full height in front of you and leaned down to capture your lips into a open mouth kiss.

"Good little Christian girl is sitting on a office desk getting finger fucked by her older sugar daddy. What will your parents think?" He shook his head, "Such a whore" He clicked his tongue mocking you.

Meanwhile your eyes were getting blurry and the coil in your stomach was inching to breaking point. It wasn't helping that his words, so sinful words were escalating it.

"Be a whore, my beautiful whore and come on my fingers. Come for daddy babygirl" He said as he increased the pace of his fingers, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you.

And then everything went white, you were floating away on the cloud, angels were singing, and you were in pure ecstasy.

Maybe this was the heaven your mother talked about.

You didn't realize you have lost your balance and was now laying on the cold glass desk of Harry. He pulled his fingers and thank god you were so out you and sucked them clean couldn't see it cause you would have jumped his bones.

After a few moments you came back to duller life and out of you colorful cloudy world.

"There she is. You okay babygirl?" Harry asked as his fingers rubbed circles around your knees in comforting way.

"Yeah" You said breathless, "Very tired" You added. Harry laughed and pulled you off the desk.

"C'mon let's take all this and go home." He said picking up all the bags and lunch and kissed your sweaty forehead.

You smiled and followed him out, and if you weren't so out of it, you would have realized he called his house home for the first time.

*****

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I know I said I will update stages of grief and I will but I didn't want to leave you guys without anything so here is little something.

I hope you guys liked it and if you did please tell me here♡ I love it when you guys talk to me

Please take care of yourself and drink some water. Love you.

[junglemindless]

part. 2 of percy's headcanons. bc we all need this. (here is part. 1 btw) - i think that's kinda fem!reader but imagine it in the way you prefer :)

• percy would completely love "the catcher in the rye" by j.d. salinger. doesn't matter if you like it or not or think it's overated, he would see a lot of himself on holden

• he cooks for you. and he's SO hot doing it. he sees this recipe videos on tiktok and wants to try it with you.... he goes all "hey, babe taste it, taste it!!!!" while wearing an apron with "kiss the chef" written on it

• btw, when you're just sitting waiting for him to end up his fun so you two can finally eat, he just stands on your side and points to his apron. he's not getting back to the kitchen until you kiss him.

• all that doesn't matter, bc he's actually a wonderfull cook

• we all know that but let's just reinforce: he will ask you to paint your nails blue. you will show him all the blue shades of nail polish you have, and he will carefully choose his favorite

• he is a huge fan of childish gambino and tyler, the creator. kanye west too but he feels kinda guilty bc he's actually not into the nazi thing soooo

• okay. he likes taylor swift. in a way that just a boyfriend could. in a way that he will sing to it on his car and record it to you so you can be proud of his musical taste

• BIG NOSE RIZZ.

• percy is so babygirl but also such a man. he will let you choose his clothes, do skin care with him, call you cute nicknames but will never NEVER let anything bad heppen with you in his turn. make a longer way home just to be able to accompany you and you don't have to walk alone at night. hold you close on the subway. INSISTS on you to call him when you get home so he can be sure you're safe

• i feel he's kinda of an anime guy. his favorite is probably one piece (yes, he did watched the whole thing)

• percy is very nerdy actually. he loves star wars, harry potter (btw i really can't decide which one of the four houses he is in), avatar (ofc obsessed with the water one) and so many video games. this ones i will not be able to exemplify cause i don't really know any but percy would !!!!

• he will come up with a nickname for your name (even if it seems impossible) that only he uses because he wants to be unique

• eye contact king. like, he's gonna staring at you to death. he knows what he does with you and he absolutely loves it.

• smirk king too. put the eye contact and smirk together and you have a beautiful percy-checking-you-out-scene in any outfit, even the simple ones, just because he wants to see you blush. how i said: he knows.

guys. thinking a LOT about fratboy!percy and all his rizz in action on young adult life. should i write about it? i mean, i will anyways. but would anybody be up for it?

thanks for reading ♡♡

[elioslover]

Friday Nights - Harry Styles x reader. (Dadrry Oneshot).

[The polls revealed that you sweetpeas wanted more dadrry and my ovaries agreed. Hope you guys find it as cute as I do! 💞]

Premise: Harry can't wait to get home to see his favourite girls.

More dadrry / Other writing

Word count: 1.9k / Warnings

🧸

Harry has the entire weekend off- not just a lucky Saturday afternoon- the entire weekend. And he has spent the first 18 hours without empty hands, but the fullest of hearts.

His baby girl- who has long surpassed gaining the skill of walking- has been carried and coddled from the second Harry’s boots hit the hardwood of the entrance hall early Friday evening. The sun has yet to fully set and his whole body is whisked away with excitement at what awaits on the other side of the front door.

At the familiar sound of keys dangling from their slotting in the keyhole, his little petal has dismissed her activity of creating a colourful artwork, crayon still squished between her chubby fingers as her wobbly feet bound over to the front door in pursuit of the mysterious person attempting access.

With the patience she has surely learned from yourself- not Harry- his little 3-year-old is standing in wait, eyes wide with curiosity, her posture still shy and weary of who might enter in a moment.

And when the door becomes ajar, a familiar worn-down leather Gucci boot comes into vision, and then she can see the other boot too- her features prettily framing a painting of the unconditional love she has for her daddy. Those silly boots older than herself are the surest sign of one of her favourite humans stepping into the house.

Giddily, she beams up at him, her chubby ankles balancing her soft feet as she bounces up and down, her body swaying with enthusiasm, her eyes shining with pure excitement.

Harry isn't even halfway through the door when he is confronted by his cute, cheery, tiny toddler, and he feels his shoulders soothingly shrug at the mere sight- unaware of just how happy he is at the blessing of ending his stressful days in the comfort of a home life he never considered a possibility.

Taking a full step into the hallway, Harry is reminded of your existence whenever his babygirl wistfully looks at him. She is the combination of he and your love, and so much more.

Her hair is a little damp, presumably from just having had a bath and some supper. Harry thinks he must have caught her amid playtime, and he hopes tomorrow might offer the opportunity for him to partake in these activities.

And he will, sternly telling you that he hopes you'll take the opportunity to make the weekend your own; tending to tasks, catching up with both friends and binging series, even just using the time to extend your naps, meals, and self-care.

But right now, the bag slung across his shoulder is dropped to the floor, he brushes the edge of the door in an attempt to shut it but cares not if it shuts completely, because a three-year-old- dressed in a pale blue set of jammies decorated in her favourite dinosaurs- is exclaiming, "Daddy" through a burst of enthusiastic giggles.

He takes a step forward, but she is more than willing to meet him in the middle, her tiny toes coming into contact with his boots before he can blink and she tightly wraps her arms around his leg- she only measures up to below his knee- adorably squeezing as tight as she can.

Harry's heart swells so big, he fears he is a balloon filled with so much helium it's begging to burst- but if it bursts, he knows his entire body will become a firework exhibition centred around the theme of how much he unconditionally loves his baby girl.

He does his best to bow closer, wrapping his arms around her, and in true tradition, Harry then lifts her little-ness, helping her balance her feet on the tops of his boots- Harry would have thrown these scuffed, barely stylish boots away if it weren't for the undeniably heart-warming reaction he receives when arriving home.

She now stands atop his shoes, her arms extending up so her hands can be clasped by his, and they are swallowed like a small petal in his palm- so small, he has never seen something-someone- so dainty. Harry slowly takes dance-like steps around the hallway, enthused and cheered on by the cheeky giggles of his daughter enjoying their little 'dance' along the hardwood.

Still humouring and guiding her around, Harry calls out, "'M home, Lovie," seeking out the location of his gift-giver, yourself.

"Hi, Bubs!" You call, and by the distance in your voice, Harry knows you're probably in the kitchen- which is confirmed mere seconds later, "'m in the kitchen", you coo, "felt like making spring rolls…", you pause, "It's still undecided if I'm succeeding or not."

Harry chuckles softly, eager to enter the kitchen and see exactly what you're on about, and by now, the easily distracted toddler has released him, bumbling on about wanting to show her daddy the latest masterpiece she will soon add to her collection.

He certainly will, "How 'bout you show me, and then we can draw another one together?"

She sillily but seriously considers it, her hand stroking her chin as if the fate of the world is balancing atop her ten fingers. Harry thinks he sees himself in her, he thinks he sees himself in you, and loving you has surely rubbed off on him.

Eventually, his sassy three-year-old tells him- with humorously, adorable certainty- "Yes."

Harry's chest lulls with love as he tells her, "Need to say hi to mummy first, okay?"

She nods avidly, "I'll start without you." To which Harry laughs aloud and begins the task of removing his boots.

Harry trails down the hallway, his sock sliding along the hardwood, his eyes glancing over the array of framed photographs- ones of himself and you, of the baby, pets, family and friends.

As he rounds the corner, the aroma of freshly chopped cabbage and carrots invades his senses, and said senses go into overdrive as his eyes land on the loveliest of things; his partner, partially hidden as you stand behind the kitchen island, slicing an avocado, humming along to soft sound of 'Hand Me Downs'.

He finds himself behind you so fast, like a fugue of neediness had taken over and he had to tend to it. You hum in contentment, body sinking back into his chest, still chopping with nonchalance as his arms carefully, but desperately, wrap around your waist, his hands mindlessly shifting the material of your clothes to ensure skin-on-skin contact.

He wants to be near- just for a moment- softly peppering kisses along the nape of your neck, and when you shudder, he huffs out with an overload of admiration. His little pecks seem successful as you finally discard your dinner prep, placing the knife on the counter before twirling your body around to face Harry.

His smile is bright and matches his eyes, unintentionally encouraging your features to mirror his as you tilt up onto your toes in favour of giving him a good smooch,

"Hello, my Darling." You address, pressing your lips to the corner of his own.

"Missed you, Lovie." He says before going in for a proper kiss; pecking you one, two, three times before he is smiling so much that it becomes hard to call this kissing.

You giggle against his lips, giving him one last kiss before tilting back less than an inch to let him know, "Missed you more."

"Liar." He chuckles, tilting his neck to the ceiling, giving you the opportunity for a cheeky nip of his chin. Harry's body jolts with pleasant surprise, hand sliding down your lower back to give your denim-clad bum a good squeeze.

And then perhaps the sassiest and cutest demand comes echoing down from the room over, "Excuse me!" which only has the pair of you a soft chuckling mess.

You gently stroke the nape of Harry's neck, nails scraping the nearest tufts of his hair, "Y' better get going." a final kiss to both cheeks and his lips before you remind him, "Your Highness awaits."

Harry nods along with a swift tap to your bum cheek and a kiss to your forehead as he leaves the kitchen in pursuit of the art gallery that is guaranteed to be covering the walls of the games room.

She is already seated at her little yellow table, her collection of colourful markers, pencils, and glitter pens are all neatly lined up on the right, and she has a pile of complete artworks stacked on the left. In the centre is an A4 pink piece of cardboard already covered in streaks of black marker.

Continuing to scribble, she makes a small gesture for Harry to pull up a seat next to her. He does so, untucking the chair he knows will do a useless job at holding his height, nevertheless, he settles in easily- a product of this being a recurring event- turning his body to signal his attention is entirely hers.

For the next twenty minutes or so, Harry enthusiastically reacts and admires his little one's creations, and then he follows her to the puppy's bed, letting her show off the new toy she chose for their golden retriever to sleep with this evening, then Harry helps her up the stairs, gently hoisting her up, her legs wrapping around his hips, her head curling into his chest.

She instructs him to go to her bedroom, only loosening her grip as he slowly dips to place both her and himself upon her bed. Out of his hold, her little legs crossed, feet wiggling with excitement, patting the spot next to her for her daddy to occupy.

Harry could never say no to that- for starters, it was challenging enough saying it to you- his body shuffling closer, shifting to suit her wishes until she is happily cradled across his chest, his hip awkwardly pressed into the mattress, shoulder twisted unpleasantly, but he has no cares to give.

She wants him to tell her a story. Sometimes she wants to hear about him having fun with his friends, or how he and mommy met and fell in love, other days she wants him to make one up tonight, she wants to hear about his singing.

She asks simple, scattered questions, mostly unrelated to the one before and after. Slowly they delay and his answers add an extra drone, she is getting rather comfy, cuddling up into the crook of Harry, sharing this contentedness with such sleepiness that he knows he is sure to follow.

Downstairs, admiring your dinner, you are quite proud of the final results of your spring rolls. Patience and persistence certainly has its perks. If your phone were nearby, you would be tempted to take a picture, but you have something better; a handsome husband who will soon praise you in wonderment as he scarfs down your proud work.

After a brief stroll through the living room and the games room, you patter your way up the staircase and make a beeline for her bedroom. As expected, you find your favourite duo, but what wasn't expected was the sigh of Harry cradling a sleeping toddler.

She is sleeping soundly, her little wrists and ankles scrunched, her face with a naturally concentrated brow furrow- just like her father. Harry has one arm wrapped around her, his head tucked behind her own, laying obscurely but looking cosier than ever.

[saoirse-murphy]

Harry: "Draco, why is there a quill in your pocket?" Draco: "It's for taking notes, Potter. I've decided to document your every move." Harry: "Oh really? And what's your conclusion so far?" Draco: "That you're even more of a disaster in the mornings than I am."

[theosconfessions]

meet harri <3 [short for harriet] dusty got what he wanted... a cute sunny babygirl and i love her so much..i wanted to introduce you to someone youll be seeing a lot when i pick the stephens back up . dusty is the bio dad. but theo isnt. although it is possible to have children at his age..its not for him. the twins were his last bio ones. HOWEVER.. someone stepped in. ;)as a grown up she is so cute you guys. i cant take it. although its going to be ages before i even get there so spoilers maybe later. theos obsessed with her. wont put her down. i think for some reason in his older age hes becoming a better dad. maybe that is FOR dusty too..but just because hes not the bio dad doesnt mean he doesnt look at her as his. and lemme tell you the ways theos stepped up for this baby are insane. all coming soon haha. infant harri shenanigans and how she has theo wrapped around her finger on the horizon

@ohsosims

[widowbitessting]

Bedtime? What Bedtime? A Sugar Mommies Drabble

Prompt: Reader/baby reacting to getting a bedtime after not resting enough in one of her exam periods.

Word Count: 908

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom! Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

“A bedtime?” You say, eyes nearly bulging from your head. “What am I? 4?” 

“The way you’re acting right now, yes, yes, you are.” Natasha replies. 

“I am not going - no! No way! That’s ridiculous! Wanda, back me up here!” 

The older woman just shakes her head and holds her hands up in a mock surrender. 

“Normally I would, but this time I actually side with Carol and Natasha; baby girl.”

You glower at her. How could she? 

“I am not having a bedtime.”

“How much sleep did you get last night, detka?” Natasha asks. You open your mouth to reply, a cocky response on the tip of your tongue, your inner brat riling up, ready to swing; but when the red head raises her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, your brat vanishes in a puff of pathetic smoke. 

“I - why is that important?” 

“Because your dom is asking you, that’s why.” She replies. “Now answer the question.” 

“...I don’t see why I have to…” 

“5.” 

“What?” You stare at Wanda. 

“4.

“What is she doing? Why is she counting?” 

“3.” 

“...Wanda…” 

“2.” 

“Answer Natasha’s question, Y/N. Your final warning before things get ugly.” Wanda says, her glare fixed just on you.

“I don’t know…I finally…I…crashed around 3…maybe 4am?” 

“When did you wake up?” Wanda asks, stepping towards you. You automatically try to step back but Carol is there behind you, blocking your body from any chance of escape. 

“7…”

“That had better be PM babygirl.” Carol whispers into your ear. 

“A-AM…” 

“So last night, you’re telling me, you slept for 3 hours?!” Natasha shouts, she really doesn’t mean to, but she knows for sure people at the local Starbucks heard her.

“Maybe? I mean…it was like a nap…”

“Not helping your case there, bunny.” Carol murumers. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think that through.” You try to move from around Carol’s body but her grasp tightens around your wrists and she doesn’t let you budge.

“Oh no, sugar.” She smirks. “You’re not getting away that easily.” 

“What are we going to do with you?” Natasha sighs. 

“Oh I know perfectly well what to do with her,” Wanda glares at you, causing you to let out a pathetic sound and burrow into Carol.

“Save me and I’ll do your chores for a month, Danvers.”

The blonde cackles, momentarily letting you go, and you take your chance. Making a dive for freedom that is short lived. Carol snatches you back up and holds you in a hold so tight that no amount of wiggling will set you free.

“Nice try, baby, but you aren’t going to bribe me that easily. Now be good, accept your punishment like a good little brat.”

“But -” 

“No buts, unless it’s yours.” Carol says. 

Your grin slides off your face when you make eye contact with Wanda. 

“Now, whilst we discuss your brand new and very permanent bedtime, you may go to your corner and kneel, and think about the apology letters that you will be writing to each of us.” 

“Each?!” 

“With no complaints.” Her tone is firm and you really have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at her. Instead, you just gape at all of them.

“I - what…?” 

“Off you go, sweetness. The grownups have some stuff to discuss.” Wanda tells you, squishing your cheeks as you pass her. “You know what to do and what position we like. I’ll come and tap your shoulder when you’re done; understood?”

“Yes.”

Her fingers squeeze just a little harder.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, mommy.” 

“Good. Off you go.” 

That night, at 9:55pm, you’re lying in bed with Wanda as she reads to you another chapter from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. You lie there, facing her, head cradled against her chest as she reads some of the dialect from Albus Dumbledore and you can’t help but shake the exhausted feeling in your body. Your eyes are heavy, burning with sleep and you fight with them to stay open. It’s when you yawn, do you catch Wanda’s attention and she leans down to kiss your temple.

“Sleep, detka. Don’t fight it. We will all be here in the morning when you wake up.”

“But -” 

“- and you can finish your work too, with breakfast if you’d like.”

“No…I wanna know what happens in the book.”

Wanda giggles, and looks down at you with adoration.

“How many times have you read these, baby?” she asks.

“...couple…”

“And yet you want to know what happens?” 

“Just call me Dory.” 

That earns you another laugh and this time, a peck on the lips.

“How about this, if you fall asleep, I stop reading immediately and we can continue on during breakfast. Does that sound okay?” 

“...I’d like that.” You yawn again.

“Good girl,” she says. “Now shut those beautiful eyes for me.”

You do as you’re told.

“And don’t forget, bedtime is at 10pm, yes?”

“Mhm.” 

“One day it might even be 10:30. But for now, 10pm works just fine I think. Don’t you think so?” 

She’s baiting you. But you’re far too exhausted to bite. So you just sleepily agree and vow to fight her on bed time tomorrow, when you’re fully refreshed. 

It’s a very good plan. Foolproof some might say. 

You fall asleep as Wanda reaches the end of the chapter and dream of nothing.

Smiling when Wanda tucks you in and settles down for the night also. 

One word on your mind: bliss. 

[pleasingforharry]

OMG NIALL WALKING IN ON COLLE!HARRY AND QUIET!YN AND HE BRINFS IT UP AT PRACTICE AND COACH HEARS

messy, messy. I LOVE IT

warnings: smutty smutty smut.

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college!harry x quiet!yn

-

Y/N isn't the loud one. Harry is.

He can’t help but let out the pure ecstasy he feels when he's with his girlfriend. Any way she'll let him have her, Harry is a moaning mess.

When he wakes up and can only think about the taste of her come on his tongue, Harry will slide down until he's placed between his two favorite legs. Y/N will find her hands in his hair to guide him, own him, control him, as he licks into her like a starved animal.

And when he isn't nose deep in her cunt, his voice will express his thankfulness through raspy moans that sound through their closed door. Y/N digs her head back into the pillow, whimpering from the tight squeeze inside her, soon to explode when Harry suckles on her clit as his final blow.

Her legs are sore from how spread Harry kept them as they walk down the stairs of the frat house. Y/N's cheeks are boiling hot from the inevitable guilt she feels after the sinful things her boyfriend yanks out of her. Harry only smirks smugly behind her, thinking of the next time he'll have her.

Niall and the boys are in the living room—knowing looks sit on their faces as the couple appear. Y/N rolls her lips inward and avoids all eye contact when she finds a spot on one of the couches—leaving space between her and Harry. As if it helps stop their accusations.

"Animals, I tell you," Niall teases. Y/N groans under her breath, before angrily smacking her boyfriend. But he’s unbothered and still licking the taste of her off his lips.

The boys in the frat house will know when the couple isn’t simply watching TV in Harry's room because he will make it known through his unashamed vocals. So, that day when Niall went to wake the couple up and didn’t get Harry’s warning, he was... scarred.

-

"Ready, baby?" Harry whispers against his girlfriend's lips. He was down on his elbows so they could feel each other's bodies and the warmth radiating between them.

Y/N nods and tightens her arms around Harry's neck. He smiles and looks down between them as he pushes his cock inside his home. Y/N immediately reaches for his hair to tug on to accompany her gasp.

"Fuck!" Harry groans as she clenches around him before he can even bottom out. "Squeezing me so fucking good, aren't you, babygirl?" Harry chuckles, looking back up to become face to face with Y/N. Her eyes are doe and glimmering as she stares back at him with complete admiration and love.

"Yes, oh my god," She gasps, feeling every inch sliding and invading her space so good. "More, dove. Please."

Harry presses his lips to Y/N but doesn't kiss her. "I'll give you everything. Anything you want, baby," he says, while one of his hands reach back to grab her leg and spread it. His cock is thankful as it slides farther inside her—stretching her once again.

Y/N and Harry are breathing into each other's mouths as he finds a slow thrusting pace. Usually, he can't control the moans that escape him, feeling so fucking good inside her. But right now, his body is in shock. Something about today, something about her... Harry can't get anything loud out.

"I love you," Y/N whimpers as her head falls back to lengthen her neck. Harry immediately sinks his teeth into the open field of skin. His knees vibrate from digging into the mattress—the pleasure makes him pulse inside her.

"Yeah, baby?" He says between kissing her thin neck. "Gonna let me love you? Fuck you with all the love I got?" Y/N nods wildly and tightens her grip in his hair.

"Please, I want it." She finds the strength to look between them and watch Harry's cock pound in her.

"Yes, yes!" Harry groans before hiding in Y/N's neck. Their session might be ending faster than he expected. With her squeezing her walls and entertaining his pain kink in his hair, Harry finds his release approaching rapidly. "I'm gonna come so fucking hard, baby."

"I want it. Please, Harry," she whines. Her words are soft, needy, and all for him.

Instead of letting out his usual long, lengths of expressive groaning, Harry quietly whimpers in his girlfriend's neck—letting her keep this intimacy between them.

"I'm close, dove," she tells him. Her eyes roll back, completely ready to let the pleasure consume her. She holds her boyfriend close. His body weight toppling her and crushing her, perfectly, helps her tip over the edge.

Harry slows down his thrusts, wanting Y/N to feel the stretch, the burn. "Come on, give it to me, baby," Harry finds her ear and nibbles on her lobe. "Be a good girl."

Y/N digs her nails into his hair as her walls squeeze his cock. She's stuck in a gasp, body frozen, while the pleasure overstimulates her.

"That's it. You did so good for me, Y/N," Harry whispers to her, speeding his thrusts to chase after his own release. "Gotta reward you, baby. Gonna fill you up with all my come. Just for you, always." Y/N nods weakly, holding onto him again.

Her sight is glassy as she stares up at her sweaty boyfriend. His thick, clenching abs contract and pulse with each thrust. She wants lick a trail, all the way up to his neck.

Harry suddenly raises, sitting up on his knees. He holds Y/N's legs by the underside of her knees and spreads them wider. His cock finds itself deeper in its exploration.

"Right there, right in your stomach," Harry pants as he smirks at the sight. Y/N laid out, completely fucked and open for him. He moves faster, feeling his release only a few thrusts away. "God."

Harry tilts his head to the ceiling as he bites his lip. He's quiet and focusing on the pleasure shivering his bones.

He's so close.

One thrust.

And another.

A few more.

And—

"Hey, H. I brought—oh what the fuck!"

Y/N is up and alert, snapping her knees shut. Harry groans and falls on top of his girlfriend to cover her up. He looks over his shoulder and wishes death on his roommate at the door.

"Come the fuck on, Niall. What ever happened to knocking?" Harry sharply spits at him. Y/N could literally die on the spot and she'd happily accept it.

"I thought you guys were sleeping. You were so quiet, H," Niall defends himself, his hand covering his eyes.

"What?" Harry hisses.

"I mean, you're usually shouting at the top of your lungs when you're—well, you know," Niall trails off.

Y/N covers her face with both of her hands and groans. She tries to escape from under Harry, but he simply keeps her there by his hips. He wipes her hands away from her face so she can look at him.

"I'm not finished with you," He mouths, before looking back over his shoulder at Niall. "Doesn't fucking matter. Knock next time. Now get out!"

"No need to get pissy with me. It's not my fault you decided you use your inside voices," He teases before falling into a pit of laughter from his own joke.

The couple listens as Niall closes the door behind him and is calling for the boys as he speeds down the stairs.

When they're finally alone again, Harry looks down at his girlfriend. She is bright red, avoiding eye contact. He grabs her chin and turns it as he leans down.

"Hi, pretty baby," He smiles playfully.

"I hate you," she mutters. "I hate you so much, right now."

"Why? This isn't my fault," He laughs, kissing her before she can answer. But Y/N swats him away.

"Get off, I need to get dressed," she mutters, pushing at his chest.

"Why? We aren't done," Harry says and kisses her again. He just can't get enough of her.

Y/N rolls her eyes. "After being caught like this, oh yes, we are."

Harry falls so his elbows are on either side of her head. "Come on, I'll make it up to you," He whines. "Two more rounds then I suck on your pretty, pretty cunt. How's that sound?" He wiggles his eyebrows at her.

Y/N huffs, knowing how much she wants that but can't get over getting caught just now. She'll never be able to leave this room again.

"Stop thinking about it. Niall didn't see anything, I covered you up. No one is allowed to admire this body but me," Harry kisses a trail along her jaw, already starting another pace inside her cunt. He never pulled out, but Y/N was too embarrassed to notice his cock is still inside her.

She gasps at her sensitivity. "That's possessive. I'm an independent woman, and I choose who sees my body. Not you," she argues and pokes his nose.

"Oh, really?" Harry cocks an eyebrow up while continuing to thrust in her.

"Really. Male."

Harry laughs, before kissing his girlfriend once again. He can't stop the urge. "Well, Female, you're fucking mine. And that means, only I get your body."

Y/N flicks his forehead. "Only because I allow it."

"You can't resist me." Harry moves faster in her, causing her words to get stuck. "You're mine. But it's also vice versa. You control me, baby. Anything you want, I'm gonna give you. And I love it," Harry whispers, before his pace fastens.

Y/N groans and grips his hair. "Then shut up and give me my two orgasms, male." Harry's eyes darken, before he gives her exactly what she wants.

-

Harry has his soccer bag on one shoulder, Y/N's camera's case on the other. The couple walks up the hill to the soccer field together. Before it comes into view and as the couple are still out of sight, Harry stops Y/N from walking.

"What? What happened?" She asks. Harry only smiles and leans forward to kiss her.

Y/N confusedly accepts the gesture, holding onto his shoulders. When he pulls back, Y/N lifts an eyebrow.

"I kinda want to take you back to the frat house and eat you out," He says so nonchalantly that Y/N almost trips on air.

"Harry!" she scolds him. "Don't say things like that in public. Let's go." Y/N tries to move past him to continue on the trail, but Harry grabs at her waist.

"But I really want to. Like badly," He leans forward to meet foreheads with his girlfriend, "I'll buy you ice cream. What do you say, baby?" He smirks.

Y/N pats his chest and steps back. "You're gonna buy me ice cream anyway." Harry throws his head back to laugh as he follows his girlfriend up the hill to the soccer field. His hand stays under her shirt to hold her waist. He just always need to feel her.

When the couple make it and walk through the gates, Harry joins the rest of the boys gathered in conversation while Y/N looks for her uncle, Coach James.

"Well, well, well, isn't it lover boy," one of Harry's teammates announce as he places his bag against the gates. Harry only nods while he sits down to put his cleats on.

Niall smirks widely as he approaches his friend. "So, feeling refreshed and all?" Harry shoots him a dark look.

"You embarrassed Y/N. Don't let that shit happen again. Knock next time," Harry hisses at Niall.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna remember that," Niall shrugs and sits down next to Harry.

"Wait, what happened?" someone asks as the group merges over to Harry and Niall—a normal occurrence as all of them love to brag at the fact that "Harry Styles hangs out with them at practice."

Niall glances up and realized the group is hovering over them. All of a sudden, a grin breaks on his face and it widens like a Cheshire cat. Harry notices in the corner of his eye, and the glare he gives his friend could burn his face. "Don't even think about it."

Coach James is in the shed when Y/N walks in. "Hi, Uncle James," she whispers so she doesn't scare him.

He turns around from lifting a bag of soccer balls from a messy pile of equipment. "Hey, kiddo. How's your day going?" He asks while going back to his task.

"Great, I think I did good on my Comp exam today," Y/N says. She leans her shoulder against the shed door.

"That's amazing to hear, kiddo. I'm proud of you," Coach James stops what he's doing to turn to her. "Come here," He lifts his hand up, and Y/N walks up to him to gladly accept the high five.

"Thank you," She smiles widely.

Coach James chuckles, his hands finding his hips. "Hey, think you can do me a favor?" Y/N nods. "Can you pump the balls in this bag? I need to get practice started."

"Yeah, of course," she shrugs and sets her camera case down. Coach James sighs and pats her head.

"Thanks, kiddo." He grabs the other bag of balls, before walking out. "Just bring the bag out when you're done." Y/N gives him a thumbs up that he laughs at. The girl turns around to start her task.

Coach James leaves the shed and finds his boys in a semi-circle, watching Niall and Harry bicker back and forth. He rolls his eyes and simply grabs the cones to set up the field for the first drill.

"Niall, shut up!" Coach James hears Harry snap at his teammate.

"Funny from someone who can't."

"Nothing is wrong with making noises during sex, you imbecile," Harry growls. Coach James pauses, turning his head to his team of boys.

Niall is crossing his arms with a wide grin on his face. "Never said it was. I wish you were making noises before I had to walk in on—“

"Shut up, Niall!" The rest of their teammates howl in laughter. "I'm gonna get you back for embarrassing her. Don't think I won't."

"Embarrassing her? I was saving her from whatever the fuck you were doing! You were holding her legs like she was a ragdoll. What happened to manners?" Niall throws his head back to laugh. But it doesn't last long before Harry is charging at him.

They land hard on the ground—Harry holding Niall down by his collarbones. "What we do is none of your business, nor anyone else's so stop talking!"

"I was concerned!" Niall groans from the impact.

Coach James is running over, yanking Harry off. "Oh, no need. I took great care of her when you left," Harry replies before he could process what he says.

His eyes widen when they look up at his coach. He curses under his breath. "Sorry, Coach." Niall stands up and rolls his lips inward to hold in his laugh.

But Coach James is giving a deathly glare to both of them. The rest of the players are watching cautiously.

"Talk about my niece like that again and you're off the team. I don't give a fuck. Don't do it," Coach James spits at them. "Understand?" He cocks his head to the side.

Both Niall and Harry, and the rest of the team nods.

Y/N appears from the shed, wondering why Coach James hasn't gotten the team running yet. She holds one of the soccer balls and finds her uncle scolding her boyfriend and his friend.

Coach James stands up straight and darts away, his face expressionless. Y/N lifts an eyebrow in confusion.

"Everything okay?" She calls out to her uncle. Coach James looks up and sees Y/N—worry etched on her face. He turns to his players and motions to his niece.

"Everyone apologize. Now!" He shouts. Y/N's eyes widen when twenty-something boys look at her. She hates it.

The team apologizes like their coach instructed while Harry is walking up to her.

Y/N stays frozen, lost and awkward. She waits until Harry is in front of her before she sighs out a breath.

"What's happening?" She asks.

Harry only leans down and kisses his girlfriend. It's quick but passionate, not wanting to embarrass her because she's not a fan of PDA.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispers, forehead meeting hers.

"Why? What did you do?" She shakes her head in confusion.

"Niall was making fun of us because of what happened." Y/N gasps, realizing all of the other players now know. "And I said something disrespectful in front of them. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry." Y/N couldn't focus on Harry's apology as she's freaking out in her head.

But Coach James comes to the rescue.

"One word about what you heard gets out and everyone will be doing solely sprints for the rest of the season. Got it?"

Without hesitation, a group shout of "Yes, Coach," eases Y/N's. She looks at her uncle, and he winks at her. Harry smirks, highly impressed and thankful for Coach James.

-

[harryssattelitestomper]

Slane Castle (Slane, Ireland)

In honor of Harry making history at Slane Castle; here's a little instagram blurb.

Faceclaim: Olivia O'Brien

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yninstagram: IRELAND LETS GOOO

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ynfan4 yn being dressed like Adam Sandler on a private plain is a mood

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yninstagram Is this a good-enough outfit for Slane? @harrylambert

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jeffazoff outfit as crazy as your dancing

-yninstagram you're not as funny as you think you are jeffrey 🤨

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harryflorals Harry via ynistagram stories!

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harryflorals HARRY MAKING SURE YNs OKAY via yninstagram stories

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harryflorals MORE OF HARRY TONIGHT ON STAGE! via yninstagram

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yninstagram After show dinners >>>>

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harrystyles dinners with you >>>

-harryfan6 brb jumping off a cliff

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Slane Castle. June, 2023.

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iheartradio y'all ever get emotional thinking about how we exist in the same timeline as harry

mtv new phone background just dropped

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-harrystyles love you baby

[hp-hcs]

I just had a Crazy thought. Idk if I’ve EVER read a Ton Riddle x ftm Reader before and now I’m CURIOUS. Pls （＾ν＾）

yk, i dont think i’ve ever seen one either 🤨 which is some BULLSHIT if you ask me

ANYWAYS i have no idea what this is but yk i actually finished something so that’s pretty girlypop. also GODDAMNIT i need more tom using 40s slang

phoenix tears (chapter three of phoenix tears) — 40s! tom riddle x ftm! dumbass! granger! reader

he’s babygirl i don’t make the rules

problem solving by creating more problems, a case study by harry potter and y/n fr

glad to see all of the ftms have found my acc, i love all of y’all mwah

TWs: ‘40s era homophobia; couple of outdated homophobic slurs; i guess tom misgendering reader? but he like, doesn’t even know what being trans is so-

requests? please? i beg??

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“What’s this?” You pulled a wrinkled old book out of Harry’s trunk, sitting down on the wood floor of his dorm, crisscross applesauce.

The cover must’ve once been very fine leather, but it was now warped with water damage and age. The pages were brittle and seemed liable to disintegrate at the lightest touch. But the most prominent part of the book was that there was a charred black hole right through the center.

“Huh? Oh- Tom Riddle’s diary. His very first horcrux,” Harry glanced up at you from where he was also sat on the floor, desperately trying to organize all of the shit that was in his trunk to begin with.

“Is it dangerous?”

“Nope, not in the slightest.”

You opened the cover, the leather creaking and cracking under the slightest pressure. You were surprised to find that the diary was completely blank inside. You flipped through a few more pages; nothing. It was totally empty.

Unless Tom Riddle had only written in the center of where the odd, charred hole was. Which was, y’know, pretty unlikely.

“How’d you destroy it?”

Harry frowned to himself, trying to decide if Runes homework from two years ago should go in the keep or throw away pile. “Basilisk fang. Has Ginny seriously never told you?”

You shook your head, eyes wide. He grinned at you, handing you a stack of various important-looking documents mixed in with past homework assignments to go through, and immediately dove into his story of shallow teachers and secret chambers and blood on the walls.

You gaped at him in awe as he finished his story. “But wait- if Fawkes’ tears were all you needed to like…heal and not die, would the same work on the diary?”

Harry paused, looking up at you. “That’s…a good question.”

“Think we should try?” You asked. “Maybe Teenager Tom could talk some sense into Adult Tom?”

Harry seemed to genuinely consider it before shaking his head. “Ach, but Hermione would kill us.”

Your shoulders dropped and you frowned as you think about your sister. “But…she’s at the Burrow tonight, remember?”

“Well,” Harry said slowly, still on the fence. “If Hermione’s not around to scold us...”

~~~ “This was a terrible idea this was such a terrible fucking idea-”

The diary smoked and hissed, writhing around on the floor. The book flapped open, the pages ruffling around and fizzing.

Scrambling backwards, you clung onto Harry, praying Slughorn wouldn’t walk in. Or worse, Filch.

You’d snuck into the Potions classroom after curfew, hidden under Harry’s invisibility cloak, with the intent of finding phoenix tears. After going through Slughorn’s potion cabinet, you'd found the vial all the way in the back. Which, of course, had led to you two deciding to test your theory about the diary right then and there.

The diary suddenly made a pop noise, like someone cracking bubblegum. It then stilled all of its movement, lying open at the center of the book, when a dark liquid, ink, began seeping out from it. The ink pooled around the book, turning all of the pages black and heavy.

You mentally cursed the stain it would leave on the flagstones.

The diary then erupted with a bright light, rattling against the floor with the exertion of whatever magic it was using.

Harry pushed you back behind him, forcing you to sit down and throwing his invisibility cloak over you, then pulling out his wand. Taking an offensive stance in front of where you were hidden, he waited, every muscle in his body coiled like an animal waiting to lunge.

The light seemed to grow thicker, like honey, and started taking a corporeal form. Then just like that, the light vanished, and the form—a person, by the looks of it—crumpled on the floor in a rather undignified heap.

The person staggered to its- his feet.

Tom Riddle, you thought, holding your breath.

God, he was pretty.

He started laughing, seemingly unaware of neither you nor Harry’s existence. “O Lord and butter, now we’re cooking with gas!”

You blinked. All of that was English, but not a single word of it made sense.

How old was Tom Riddle?

Harry took a tentative step forward, hiding his wand behind his back. “Are…you alright?”

Tom whirled around, startled by the sudden voice. He looked Harry up and down appraisingly before a wild grin spread across his face. “All reet? A schnook done brought me back!” He laughed rather maniacally, eyes gleaming. “What’s your name then? I oughtta thank you.”

Harry’s lips thinned. “We’ve met before, Tom.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised. “We…have?”

Wordlessly, Harry pushed up his fringe.

Tom drew in a sharp breath. “Potter.”

“Riddle.”

“So what, you’ve brought me back to kill me again?” He sneered. “There’s no basilisk around to save you this time, Potter.”

When Tom took a step towards Harry, you gasped quietly—evidently not quietly enough though, because Tom’s head swung around towards you.

He stared straight at you. You held your breath again, praying that he’d go back to threatening Harry, or something.

Instead Tom stepped closer to you, mumbling a quiet Revelio. He smiled and leaned down, tugging the cloak off of your head.

“Well well well, what’s this? A spook?” He pulled the cloak off of you completely, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Hm. Well aren’t you a bit of a scrag, cookie?”

“I’m…sorry…?” You questioned, baffled. “I don’t speak old.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a bit plain and homely, doll,” he said with a mock-apologetic look on his face. “In the nicest way possible.”

“Aw, shucks,” you said dryly. “I was worried the genocidal maniac who’s killed a bunch of our friends might think I’m unattractive.”

He raised an eyebrow at your sarcasm, looking you up and down again. “Ah. Or are you a swish?” He asked, tilting his head. “Can’t quite tell.”

“A swish?”

“You know, a queer. One of those.”

You cringed. “Harry, make him go back in the fucking diary.”

“Did I hit a nerve, doll?” Tom asked with a smug smile.

“Not really, but I have a feeling that if I have to deal with your ancient ass any longer, you will.”

“Ooh, well ain’t you got moxie, little thing? Tell me, you a dame or a fella?”

“Ah yes, the two genders,” you mumbled under your breath, causing Harry to snort and cover his mouth with his hand. “I’m a uh…‘fella’.”

“You sure look like a gal to me.”

“Yeah, and you sure look like an asshole to me.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I see. You’re a mudblood, aren’t you?”

“Lot of sass coming from Mr. Pureblood over here.”

Tom took a striding step towards you, his teeth gritted and his fist raised.

“Wow, resorting to Muggle fighting? Wouldn’t expect that from you, Thomas Marvolo.”

His cheeks flared red with anger. “I oughtta-”

“It really sucks being made fun of for your blood status, doesn’t it?” You asked casually.

Tom paused.

He took a step back.

“All reet. I’ll admit, you got me there.”

Harry scowled. “Look, we wouldn’t have brought you back unless we had good reason. And Old You is now indiscriminately killing Muggles, which seems like a pretty fucking good reason, if you ask me.”

“Ah. Yes. That does seem to be an issue,” Tom acquiesced. “But why me?”

“We figured you could reason with Old You?” You jumped in. “Or at the very least, you’re the least corrupted; you have the most soul left.”

Tom shrewdly glanced between you and Harry, then back at you. “What do I get in return?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. What do you want?”

“Not to go back into that damned diary,” he said vehemently. “Never again.”

You glanced over at Harry. He shrugged. “We can try…?”

“Hipper dipper,” Tom replied dryly. “Where do we start?”

~~~

“Well that’s a barney old game the old coot’s been making you play, huh?”

“You’re just saying words,” Harry mumbled, resting his chin on his hand as you all sat at one of the Potions classroom tables. “Not a single part of that was comprehensible.”

“He basically just said that you’re fucked,” you shrugged. “You’ve been doomed to die since you were born. Dumbledore’s been raising you like a lamb for slaughter.”

Tom looked at you, surprised. “Well…yes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Smarter than I look, Thomas.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’ll stop as soon as you you stop calling me a fairy.”

He furrowed his brow. “Why’s that bother you so much?”

“It’s a fucking slur, Thomas. This ain’t the forties, or whenever you’re from; people are allowed to be gay now.”

Tom froze, eyes wide. “W-what?”

“Yup.”

“Well, cut off my leg and call me shorty,” he murmured, amazed.

“Wait’ll he finds out you’re trans,” Harry mumbled, snorting.

You elbowed him in the side, rolling your eyes.

“Trans…?” Tom questioned.

“We don’t have that much time, Thomas. Focus up.”

“Natch, all reet,” he shook his head. “Are we ready then? Plan all set?”

You nodded, a sly grin spreading across your face.

“Let’s go fuck some shit up.”

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chapter four