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V ║Raw Edge

Joel Miller x F!Reader

{ Part IV: Notch | Behind the Seams: Part V | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist }

Rating: E, a proper E!

Summary: One lazy afternoon, Joel tests your patience.

Warnings: Sexual tension, some language, gratuitous descriptions of the male body, flirting, fingering, explicit grinding, shy!reader, reader has a nickname related to her job, soft!domestic!Joel, no use of Y/N

Word count: 2k

Notes: It's been a long and winding road y'all, but I'm finally back with an update on the main series. It is a short one, more of an interlude, but it will get us where we need to go for the next chapter. Thank you for your patience, I don't take you guys' understanding and love for granted for even a second. Releasing this during the Seams sleepover, more drabbles coming your way for the remaining month of March!

Raw edge - the raw, raveling, and unfinished, cut edge of the fabric.

It’s fitting that Joel is a patient man. He’s built for it, after all.

Those broad shoulders, the sturdy thighs, his sure hands - he’s steadfast as the mountains that loom over Jackson.

As the sun shifts over the ridges and valleys of the sierra through the seasons, bringing shadows into light, so does Jackson on Joel, and you learn that he’s many kinds of patient.

On lookout duty, even in the depths of winter, he becomes one with the stillness of the night, patiently watching over the safety of the town in the loneliest hours.

When townsfolk stop him on the high street for neighbourly chit chat, he obliges with polite patience, never rushing, but careful not to encourage conversation that is longer than necessary.

With Ellie, when she prattles on with a long-winded story from school, he listens with amused patience, letting her run her half-full mouth over dinner with half-hearted admonishment.

And with you - he is agonisingly patient with you, and yet, never in a way that leaves any doubt of his want for you.

You cannot be more grateful.

And in turn, you’re patient with him. As the green of summer softens with the tail end of the season, you pick up bits and pieces. You hear whispers of names. Tess. Bill. You glimpse ghosts of his past. Sarah. Frank.

You don’t expect him to, but you have the audacity to hope, that one day, if he finds it in him to let you in, you have shoulders to spare.

When the heat fades and the brisk autumnal chill starts to linger in the morning mist, you start to find that you like it when he’s not patient.

Not necessarily for the lack of patience thereof, but the fact that it’s worn thin by something else.

The way heat bleeds into his eyes when Lucy holds you up after your shift ends, fingers twitching, as if the caveman in him wants to grab you and drag you home, where you have planned on dinner - and more.

When you’re two bodies tangled in your sheets, breath short as he kisses his way down your neck and nips the underside of your breasts, bra cups pushed up only halfway because you’re still too shy to take it off completely. You feel him shudder, nails digging into your skin, nostrils flaring like he’s holding back from ripping the scant fabric off of you.

And late one evening, when you ask him for it, in heated whispers and your lower lip caught in your teeth, he oh so patiently works his fingers inside your wet heat -

One, then two;

Slow, then fast;

Tender, then frantic -

Until he feels you clench tight around the crook of his fingers for the first time, watch you arch clean off the bed, he bares his teeth and lets out a primal growl at the cry of his name on your swollen lips.

You find the thrill in getting under Joel Miller’s skin.

As the fall deepens, and trees start to shed in golden surrender, you’re caught off guard when he turns the table on you.

You don’t see it coming, your desperation, that lazy afternoon. It’s just another Saturday when Ellie is on her shift at the Outfitter with Lucy, and Joel is spending those free hours with you.

You’re not sure what got him into the mood, but the man is relentlessly teasing that afternoon, almost bratty in the way he toys with you. His hands go everywhere while you’re cooking, squeezing the swell of your ass then going north to cup your breasts, and stopping off everywhere in between.

Tips of your ears burning, you smack the back of his hands - so big and mapped with veins - just so you can get drain the pasta. Joel chuckles and kisses the corner of your mouth. ‘I like it when you’re bossy, sweetheart.’

He insists on eating on the sofa, with you between his legs, and you can feel him already hard and straining through his jeans. Neither of you really make a real go at the rapidly cooling marinara, and the plates are quickly pushed to the side as them meal degenerates into a full-blown make out session.

Not yet ready to let him strip you bare or for him to disrobe him completely, clothes hang half unbuttoned and unzipped on you both. The part of your brain that still has enough blood to reason likes it though - the demure flashes of skin under creased fabric, blindly touching and feeling where you can’t see.

Your jeans are pushed halfway down your thighs, bra pushed down under your breasts, the elastic straps digging into your shoulders. His shirt is open down to the second last button, bare chest rubbing against your nipples, the contact making you whine. His belt hangs open and his jeans are unzipped, but before you can reach down, his fingers slide inside your panties, twisted and sticky, teasing your wet folds.

‘Joel,’ you whimper as he pushes two thick fingers inside you to the knuckle, your pussy slickly opening around him.

‘Does that feel good, sweetheart?’ he asks, mouthing at your collarbone.

‘More,’ you gasp.

‘I got two in you already -’

Your voice cracks in a sob, your nails digging into his back. ‘Joel, I want more. Please.’

He glances at the clock ticking away on the wall and hesitates. The rational part of him knows that he has to leave in less than twenty minutes to pick up Ellie. But feeling you leak onto his fingers, pushing your hips against him to get his fingers even deeper, his cock twitches painfully hard in his pants.

He breathes through his nose to steady himself. ‘Sweetheart, we don’t have time -‘

‘Joel!’ you whine, almost petulantly.

He stares down at you, eyes wide at your desperation. He’s never seen you like this before, and fuck, he wants to give it to you. Wants to give you what you want, what he wants. What he’s wanted for long fucking months, woken up hard and throbbing dreaming about. But he steels himself - no, not when he’s on the clock, he won’t rush it. He will give you what you deserve, and not an ounce less.

So he kisses you, long and deep, and bargains with you. ‘Listen, sweetheart, we can’t right now - but if you want to, we can try something new.’

‘Ok,’ you reply without hesitation.

A sharp breath catches in your throat when he eases his fingers out of you, and he brings them up to his mouth to lick them clean, his brow furrowing at your taste, thick on his tongue. Then you watch, transfixed, as he pushes his unzipped jeans down with his boxers, kicking them off his ankles - and his hard cock springs free of its confines.

It’s taken you many months to drum up the bravery to map his body with your touch, and you’ve mostly done so in the safety of darkness, your shyness holding you back. To see all of him, jutting hard and thick in the stark afternoon light, you don’t even hear yourself whimper at the sight.

Joel holds your gaze as he slowly wraps his fingers around the swollen length and strokes himself, lips parted, watching you watch him. ‘You trust me, sweetheart?’

‘Yes.’

‘Gonna make you feel good, ok?’

His words make you squirm beneath him. ‘Ok.’

Grabbing the base of his cock, Joel shifts, looming over you and pushing your thighs apart so they’re bent at the knees to accommodate him. Then with a delicate finger, he traces under the seat of your panties and pulls them to one side, baring your spread pussy to his eyes.

Your jaw goes slack the same time Joel bites out a filthy fuck. You know this is the first time he’s laying eyes on you there - you’ve been demure about that, preferring to be nose-to-nose with him while he buries his fingers inside you. But now, watching his eyes go black, nostrils flaring, an inexplicable high goes to your head, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

His eyes fly to yours, and your lips part. Did he see that?

Before you can find out, Joel moves, and you hold your breath when he bows his head right where your legs are splayed open. Distracted by the beautiful chisel of his nose from this angle, you would’ve jumped right off the couch if not for his hands holding you in place when he dribbles spit onto your clit.

You cry out wordlessly, not understanding the visceral reaction of your body to the unexpectedly lewd act.

‘You’re plenty wet for me sweetheart, but this will feel even better,’ he says, spitting again, lower this time, and you tremble at the unfamiliar sensation of the wetness trailing down your folds.

Tracing a thumb over you, Joel makes a low noise of satisfaction in his chest when it glides over your lips, frictionless. Taking a hold of the base of his cock, he positions the underside of his length in the seam of your folds - and thrusts.

‘Joel!’ you whimper as the full length of him glides over the lips of your spit-wet pussy, from entrance to clit. He braces himself over you, and you hang onto his impossibly broad shoulders as he carefully rolls his hips, again and again. Rubbing along you just so, making sure you feel all of him despite not being inside you - that will have to wait.

You can feel your panties getting wetter, sticking to your skin, and Joel jolts a gasp from you when he roughly tugs the fabric hard to the side, baring more of you to his drunken gaze, witnessing the mess he’s making of you.

‘Listen t’ you,’ he slurs through gritted teeth, the lewd, wet slide of skin filling his ears. ‘Gonna sound even sweeter when I make you mine, sweetheart.’

With a whine, you arch off the couch, as if chasing the possessiveness in his words. Joel finds a rhythm that has the swollen head of his cock grinding against your clit with every thrust, and above you, he smears open-mouthed kisses over the secret spots he’s patiently unearthed by trial and error, until you’re shaking all over. It’s just what you needed, what you wanted - the elusive more that you didn’t know how to articulate. More than his fingers, but not yet ready to take everything that he can give you.

‘You’re close,’ Joel says, a quiet confidence to his verdict that coaxes a whine out of you. Holding a thumb over his cock, it presses even harder against your clit. His hips quicken in pace, and you know he’s chasing his own release as much as yours.

‘It’s ok sweetheart, you can let go, let me feel you cum for me, let me feel that pretty pussy -’

And then you’re gone. Any illusion of control over your body is just that, an illusion, when the bubble bursts. White hot pleasure burns through your bloodstream, tendrils of heat blooming and swelling from deep inside you, spilling out your fingertips twisted tightly into his graying curls.

Over the rush of blood in your ears, you hear Joel stutter fuck, fuck, fuck! before warm cum gushes over you, pooling in your belly button, spilling down your pussy and streaking your thighs.

Limbs heavy and eyelids drooping, it’s hard to care when the cum stains your panties or the couch below. Not when Joel wraps his arms around you, lips brushing the nape of your neck softly as he brackets you from behind.

Clinging onto the last vestiges of consciousness, you murmur, ‘You have to pick up Ellie soon.’

He grunts. ‘The little punk can wait.’

You smile, struggling to feel apologetic that the teenager might be waiting a while as Joel’s breathing slows, whistling softly by your ear.

In the quiet aftermath, his words echo in your head.

When I make you mine.

Little does he know, he doesn’t have to - you’re already his.

Notes: Time has really flown by since the last main series update. I've gone through so many ups and downs since, and I really need to thank you guys for giving me the time to figure things out in terms of my writing and how this story will go!

As I mentioned in Behind the Seams: Part V, I have 2 more full length chapters planned for the main series. I don't know if there will be any more after that, but at the very least, I hope that I will be adding to the Seams universe through drabbles and oneshots. I wouldn't write off the possibility of more chapters to add to the main series if I find the inspiration.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter ❤️

#fuckyeahseams #seams v #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine

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mooodyblue · 1 year

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Hi, how are you? I hope you're doing well. Can I request an Austin Butler x Reader with fluff or smut? Whichever floats your boat in the idea. The scenario is the reader is dared to kiss her ex boyfriend during her friend group's sleepover party at her best friend's house. Since her ex is friends her bff's brother and the guy didn't arrive on time to board the bus to get home, he's staying over for the night at the same house reader and her friends are in. Of course, this distresses the reader because wtf? Her friends know that she's happy with Austin and she wouldn't want to hurt him even if it was just a dare. Also the person who gave her the dare was probably looking for some drama and reader didn't want to entertain that person with something that will make her life miserable.

Seeing her distressed, her best friend suggested to give reader a second option which is to call up Austin and have him stay the night. So she did, he comes over and finds that reader is wearing one of his shirts to this sleepover and she explains the whole ordeal while she and bff leads him to one of the house's guest rooms. If you go with smut, reader ends up sneaking off in the middle of the night to see him in his room.

When morning comes and they all have breakfast, Austin catches reader's ex checking her out and he goes and does things to make him regret for ever letting her go.

Lol, gonna leave this here and shoot my shot again. I realized I might be the only one giving you these long requests. Sorry if they're long. 😅✌️

Other than that, I hope you have a great day out there. 😊✌️ —🐴🐎

omg sorry this took me forever to write!!! ty for the request! i love a good long request 🫶🏼

slumber party | austin x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, mdni!! slightly jealous austin, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, very very slight dom/sub thing going on here,

wc: 2k

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you loved a good slumber party. movies, snacks, and gossiping over petty drama with your friends were one of your favorite past times. it was only past ten and nobody was tired yet. your best friend still hadn’t decided on a movie and everyone else was growing frustrated, the bowl of popcorn on the floor was now half empty. while everyone was pestering your friend, you sat quietly, picking at your newly painted nails.

in the midst of all the arguing, everyone quickly turned their necks to the front door at the sound of keys rattling, only to find your friend’s brother standing at the doorway. “you have to be kidding me.” you muttered under your breath.

“what are you doing here? i thought you were going back to your dorm.” she gritted through her teeth, giving you an apologetic glance.

jackson shrugged, “i missed the bus.” he looked over at you, grinning. “hey, y/n. still looking good.”

you rolled your eyes, going back to picking at your nails as your friend stood up. “you can’t just wait for the next bus?”

“i’m not standing outside and waiting for the next bus to show up at midnight. i’ll just be up in my room, ellie. you won’t even know i’m here.” he adjusted his backpack and locked the door behind him, barely making his way up the stairs till your least favorite amongst the group perked up.

“wait!” she exclaimed. “join us! we can play truth or dare!”

ellie looked at you, knowing exactly what she was trying to do. if there was anything julie was good at, it was trying to stir the pot whenever she could. she knew how you felt about jackson and how awful he was towards you, of course, she had to make the night awful for you. but maybe tonight would be different, you gave julie a chance. you looked at ellie then back at jackson. he smirked, locking eyes right with you. “can’t say no to that.”

he joined in shortly, sitting across from you in the small circle on the floor. ellie sat next to you, keeping an eye on her brother and giving him dirty looks as he continued to stare at you. it was finally your turn again. you sighed as julie thought up something for you. “you said truth last time so obviously you have to pick dare this time.” she grinned.

“julie..” ellie gave her a glare.

“i dare you to kiss jackson.”

the entire circle gasped, your jaw dropped. “what the fuck? are you twelve? i’m not kissing him.”

“it’s a dare, you have to!” she crossed her arms.

“i don’t consent to it.” you replied sternly.

ellie looked at the three of you, trying to come up with something else. “oh!” she patted your arm, “i dare you to call austin! a-and invite him to spend the night too!”

“so much for girls night.” a friend muttered in the distance.

you agreed to calling austin, inviting him to come over in front of everyone. he was confused as to why you wanted him at girls night, at least until he sees ellie open the door and spots jackson sitting behind her. she gave austin an apologetic look, “why is he here?” austin asked, looking over her shoulder.

“don’t get mad.” she whispered before calling your name to greet austin.

your face lit up at the sight of your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. “thank god you’re here.” you sighed. your best friend explained the whole situation with her brother and how her friend was trying to rile you up.

all the while, austin noticed you decked in only his shirt and tiny shorts, licking his lips before rubbing the back of his neck. “well, thanks for calling me.” he smiled.

“i’ll show you the guest room, follow me!” she smiled, bringing the two of you to the guest room. “we’ll wait for you.” she winked at you before heading downstairs.

he set his bag on the bed and thanked your friend, wrapping his arms around your waist. “sorry to ruin girls night.”

you shook your head, “it was ruined once he stepped in the house.” you said with a sigh, cupping his face. “i’m glad you’re here though.”

he glanced down at your shirt again, “when did you take this?”

“sorry—grabbed it when i was packing. do you want it back?” you frowned.

“no, no. keep it. i wanna take it off you though.” he smirked. “if only you were wearing nothing under it.”

if there wasn’t a group of girls downstairs waiting for you, you’d take him right then and there. you brought a finger up to his lips. “later.”

the two of you went back to the group downstairs, austin taking a seat next to you and keeping an arm around your shoulder the whole time. the game finished and everyone eventually decided on a movie, focusing on that as austin tried to tease you under the blanket, placing kisses all over your neck. you could just feel jackson’s burning stare, full of jealousy. but austin was going to do everything he could to prove that you were his and only his.

after the movie, jackson went up to his room and you gave austin one last kiss before he headed up to the guest room.

but you tossed and turned all night. you scrolled on your phone, read a litle and still couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. you sat up and looked around to everyone sound asleep before getting up and tip-toeing up the steps to the guest room, quietly shutting the door behind you.

you teetered over the bed where austin was sound asleep, taking your shorts off and gently placing yourself on top of his lap. your warm heat met with his crotch, feeling him semi-hard right underneath you. “aus.” you whispered, running your hands over his chest. “austin!” you whispered louder.

his eyes bolted open, jumping slightly at the sight of you on top of him. “jesus, am i dreamin’?” his deep-sleepy voice coming into play. “there’s an angel right on top of me.”

you couldn't help but snort, “don't make it corny.”

he let out a small hum, bringing his hands to your hips then up your shirt, “so you did have no panties on….what were you thinking?”

with a roll of your hips, you shrugged. “it's more comfortable.”

austin bit his lip, stifling back a groan. his hands shifted up higher, squeezing at your bare breasts. “fuck, baby. what if jackson saw, huh?” he flipped you over on the mattress, straddling you. “you just want the whole world to see that pretty pussy of yours, huh?” he sneered. “don't you know who you belong to?”

“i’m all yours, aus. only yours.” you reached over to rub his now, hard cock through his sweats, only for your hand to be swatted away.

“don’t touch.” he tsk’d, moving slightly to take off his sweats. he crawled up to you, pressing his lips against your neck and nibbling on the sensitive area. he was driving you crazy, his length resting on your thigh as he continued to mark what was his. he wanted your ex staring at all the marks he made the next morning, showing who you really belonged to.

you wanted him so bad, you craved his touch. you were dripping with anticipation, mewling against austin. “please, need you.” you bucked up your hips slightly, begging for any sort of friction against your throbbing heat. “touch me, fuck me. do something, please.”

austin chuckled, sitting up and hiking up his shirt that was still on you just slightly. “so damn needy.” he ran a finger through your folds, lazily toying with your clit as he gave himself a few strokes. “gonna take my cock like a good girl?”

“fuck–yes. yes, daddy.” you begged.

he lined himself up with you, grunting softly as he felt you squeeze tightly around him. his hands moved to your hips, squeezing at the soft flesh. “all good?” he asked before going any farther.

you huffed, sitting up on your elbows. “if you ask me one more question and don't just fuck me–i swear to god.”

his eyes widened, “damn, baby. ‘scuse me for tryin’ to be a good boyfriend.” he pushed you back down and wasted no time, sliding out of you before slamming his hips against you repeatedly. “no fuckin’ wonder. so tight it's got you all worked up, y’needed me that bad?”

you threw your head back in bliss, “so fucking bad.”

austin gripped your hips tighter, surely to leave bruises the next morning. unsatisfied, he sat up more and rested your leg on his shoulder in an attempt to get your sweet spot. the gasps and moans leaving your lips left him satisfied. he quickly covered your mouth with his hand as his movements continued, “don't want your little friends downstairs to hear you.”

you lifted his hand, “no, but i want him to hear.”

“god, i fucking love you.” he quickened his pace, “make those pretty lil’ noises for me. let him hear how i fuck you so much better, how he's missin’ out.”

you clawed at the sheets, feeling your orgasm approaching quicker as that feeling began to coil in your belly. “fillin’ me up so good, daddy. i love your cock so much.”

“yeah?” he grunted, “gonna let me cum right inside you? fill you right up?”

“please! oh, please, please–” you gasped, feeling yourself clench right around him as you reached your high, juices surely soaking the sheets underneath you.

austin threw his head back, letting out a silent moan as he filled you with his seed–worrying about the consequences later. he put your leg back down, panting as he hovered over you to give you a quick kiss. “you think he heard?” he said in a breathy laugh.

“i think everybody heard.”

austin got you cleaned up, slipping your shorts back on along with his sweats before getting back into bed with you. “girls night indeed.” he mumbled against your shoulder as he held you tightly. he grinned at the bruise forming on your neck, giving it a soft kiss before dozing off.

the walk down the steps the following morning was almost humiliating for you. austin loved it though. he wandered into the kitchen with you, a pep in his step as he poured himself coffee. “y'all sleep well?” he asked with a smile.

there was a silent response along with a glare from ellie, shaking her head at the two of you. she'd definitely have to do laundry later, maybe even burn that mattress. you munched on a piece of toast as you chatted with one of the girls about brunch, ignoring the awkwardness with austin.

jackson wandered in, shirtless and stretching as he stole a piece of bacon from the counter. “too many damn women in here.” he mumbled, he looked up at austin–giving him a look of disgust. he shoved his way past him to sit at the dining table and got a glimpse of you, eyeing at your ass in the tiny shorts austin loved so dearly.

austin caught on quickly and had enough. he set his coffee down and pulled you away from the group, getting a surprised yelp from you as he kissed you, arms wrapped right around your waist. his hands trailed down to your shorts, giving your ass a gentle squeeze as he pulled away. “those marks are lookin’ real nice this morning. what do you think, jackson? don't they look good on her?”

your face warmed up, looking over at your flustered ex then back at your friends. you didn't know if inviting austin over yesterday was a good idea or not. but if you hadn't, you wouldn't have had the best sex of your life. but you also wouldn't have to deal with the tension between austin and your ex.

jackson rolled his eyes, looking down at his phone. austin let you go and walked to the table, leaning against it to meet him face to face. “if i ever see you layin’ eyes on her again, i will make your life a living hell.” he said, quietly. the other man looked at him, blinking nervously before scrolling on his phone again.

austin turned to you, “so girls, you doin’ brunch? its on me.”

tags: @purejasmine

#austin x reader #austin butler x reader #i spent my entire day writing this help me

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cheollipop · 1 year

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happy 2k panda! for the sleepover, 🤡, 🛒, and🍷from the fanfic writer emoji asks

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

aah ellie tysm!!! ^^ 💕💕

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

mmm... I had to think about this one bc I don't think any of my fics are comedic in any way, plus im very nitpicky with my dialogue. the only thing I could think of was the ending of wet which I admit I did giggle writing hahaha, and also the exchange between mingi and reader in heists and celebrations had me giggling too bc... dumb little mingi <3

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

ooh! I absolutely love love, so I will take any chance I get to describe how infatuated the pair is with each other. I also really love describing mc from the s/o's pov,, reader deserves to feel loved too <3 as for imagery, I love using nature to describe feelings (e.g., rolling off a cliff into a valley of wildflowers – to describe an orgasm lmao). but also just writing about nature as it is. I enjoy painting a picture for the reader before moving on to the characters.

🍷 Do you drink and write?

not alcohol but I do like a cup of tea or coffee while I settle down in front of my laptop!! ^^ I tend to forget about it once I get into my writing zone, but I don't mind drinking it cold~

thank you again~ ^^

#panda's 2k sleepover o(≧▽≦)o #thetypingpup #ask game

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farfromharry · 3 years

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For the father's day concept- Peter doesn't want to leave his baby girl for a mission and reader has to practically order him cause "the world is ending honey!" And he's like "but my world is right here! I'm my arms in a pink blankie and a headbow" 😥 AHHHH

🥳 - send in a blurb request for tom (+peter or arvin) harry and harrison ( +leo)

summary: peter doesn’t want to part with his baby girl for anything, even aliens

dad!peter x mom!reader

w/c 507

Peter Parker had pretty much only one weakness. He was incredibly dedicated to being a hero and you would always admire him for his work ethic, but ever since your baby girl had been born, he’d been slacking a little bit.

Just like right now, the avengers had called him on an emergency mission, an event much like the battle of New York somehow happening again that they require Peter’s help for, immediately.

He’d told you he was simply going to say goodbye to Scarlett and then he’d be on his way. That was nearly twenty minutes ago and you were afraid of the alien-like things that were getting closer and scarier outside.

“Pete, you really need to go,” you said, eyes fixated on the commotion on the street outside your Queen’s apartment. The man wasn’t even listening, already suited up in his spidey suit, but refusing to put your daughter down for a second.

He was smiling down at her as she cooed, her tiny hand wrapped around his gloved finger while a smile presented itself on her lips.

If this was any other day you would’ve melted at the moment in front of you, but seeing as New York was currently under attack you more or less couldn’t care. “Peter, I’m being serious.”

The mom voice usually worked on him, made him all shy and quick to apologise, and you were sure it would’ve done the same this time round had he been acknowledging your presence at the least.

You rolled your eyes at the man, forcing yourself to move away from the window to make your way over to him. Only when your hand settled on his shoulder did he finally turn his head to see you standing there with a serious look on your face.

“Oh hey, when did you get in he-“

“You have to leave, there is fucking aliens outside Peter,” you said, completely cutting him off. Now even though you were dating a superhero, you still didn’t think you’d ever get used to the other wordly element of his job.

But for Peter, hearing that was just like another day at work for him, and with a long sigh and not another care he went back to admiring his angel. “I don’t want to leave her though. Look how peaceful she is.”

You could’ve scoffed at how casual he was about the whole apocalyptic mess right outside of your window, and part of you wanted to scream at him for it. “The world is ending, Peter.”

He shook his head, leaning down to place a kiss on the center of Scarlett’s forehead. “My world’s right here, in my arms.” His voice was quiet as his words were aimed directly at your baby girl, the man letting her know just how much he loved her.

You sighed, giving in and deciding you were just going to let him get yelled at by Mr Stark later. “Fine, have it your way. But when she gets eaten by aliens, it’s all your fault.”

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#peter parker fluff #peter parker x y/n #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #peter parker #tom holland #dad!peter #ellie’s 2k sleepover

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emerald-chaos · 3 years

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Who do you ship me with? 👀

Oh my sweet, sweet, Ellie. If I were to choose someone to ship you with, I would choose…

Loki

I know this seems like a bit of a low-hanging fruit, but it really is the person who I can see you with the most. You two would enjoy causing mischief together but above all I feel like he would be able to relate to you the best. On the days you’re not feeling your best, he would do whatever he could to help make you laugh or remind you how loved you are.

Join my 2k milestone sleepover celebration! ✨

#asks #friends 💖#sav’s 2k celebration #sav’s 2k sweet sleepover #bemine bucky 2k sleepover

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theoreticslut · 4 years

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✨ U P D A T E S ✨

Hi loves! Just a few things I wanted to let you all know of / remind you of!

1. 1.1k sleepover - Thank you for everyone who participated!! I had so much interaction & it went so well! So just thank you! I still can’t believe there’s that many of you!

2. Requests - I’m still working through requests for my 1.1k sleepover, not to mention I still have requests from the New Years celebration I did, & I’ve got a bunch of various requests I’ve received. Basically, I’m swamped with requests at the moment. I am trying to get them out asap, but I’m also trying to keep my sanity.

Therefore, I have decided that I WILL be working through them but I have no idea when they’ll all be done bc I would like to start working on (& posting) my own original ideas again.

3. Content Schedule - Following the previous point, I have decided to try to create some sort of schedule for myself for posting bc I feel like I’m just not active enough on here lately.

So below is my IDEAL schedule for getting stuff out;

• Love letters & ships from 1.1k sleepover

- I’ve been having to type them out on my phone bc my laptop is being a lil bitch and typing on my phone procures enough issues of its own (not to mention is 10x slower)

• Headcanons/Blurbs from 1.1k sleepover

- I’ve been slowly getting these out, but I still have a BUNCH to do so they’re on their way I promise

• Fic & Misc. Requests from New Years event

- Pretty sure I have everything that isn’t a fic request done, but as I’m not 100% sure I’ll add it in just in case. With these, some of them are winter/holiday themed so hopefully that won’t bother any of you, I just really would like to get them out

• Various requests & original content

- This one is a little hazy, but once I get the shorter misc. requests from previous events done, I’ll be working on getting fic requests and my own original ideas out at the same time. I might get a few requests out before I get my own work out or vice versa. There’s no specific order for them.

4. WIPs & Content Ideas - some upcoming content you can expect from me, all original ideas.

-Plaything // pt 2 (at least)

-Enemies to Lovers series pt 5 (?)

-Roadtrip w/ your friends

-roommates au w/ George (for @/15-dogs writing challenge - this is so late I’m so sorry)

-study partners w/ Fred (for @/teawiththeweasleys 500 writing challenge - also so late 😓 I’m so sorry ellie my love. I hope you’re not disappointed)

-French reader x George (based on this post I made)

-dancing on my own by Calum Scott insp Oliver fic

-Draco angst/fluff short series?!

Not sure when all of these will be out exactly, as most of them are just barely started if they’re started at all but hopefully these ideas interest you & you’ll keep an eye on my blog for them!

5. Posting Schedule - As I’ve said before, I am a college student and I work part time so I don’t have a ton of time. With that said, I am hoping to be able to get stuff out every weekend (whether that be on Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or all three days)! Ideally I’d love to get at least 2 fics out along with a few headcanons/blurbs each weekend, but we’ll see what happens!

I’ve even thought about trying to get fics out on the weekends and try to spread headcanons/blurbs out over the week, but again we’ll see!

6. Upcoming Events! - I’m super excited about this bc I love doing event for all of you, so here’s what I’m thinking for the next month of two;

-A writing challenge (either for my birthday or follower milestone, haven’t yet decided)

-A small birthday celebration (similar to the game night I did for 800 followers)

-Easter event (haven’t yet figured out all the details, but I think I’d like to do something)

-follower milestone (potentially 1.5k or maybe even 2k. I’m super close to 1.5k, but I’m overwhelmed with previous events so I might hold off until I get some of the other events finished off)

Okay, I think that’s everything!

I just want to thank all of you for sticking with me and still reading and reblogging/commenting on my content. You have no idea how much all of that means to me!!

I just love all of you so much!! Xx

taglist;

general: @justmesadgirl @xuckduck @yikesyikesyikes95 @filipi-yes @aestheticwh0r3 @siredkai @matsuno-nadeshiko @msmarklee1213 @immajustreadwritereblog @msmimimerton @perfectlysane24 @mischievous-queen @bunnyboo7 @grandeoptimist @daddystevee @slytherinxhunter @streetfighterrichie @softlyqoos @sarcasticallywitty15 @isthereanymorejello @karushinekomiya @p0gue420 @hogwartslut @sebby-staan @darthwheezley @slytherin-7 @callmelilone @teenagesublimefan @hufflrpuffforfred @hopefullhearts @fredshmeasley @youralternantpersonality @stoopidwithtwohoes @sightiff @captaincactusjuice @concepcion @hufflepuffflowers @impulse-anchor @loverslane99 @fleurho @eternallyvenus @lemongrasshoney @watermelonsugar2810 @hpotterwhore @harrypotterwifey @onyourgoddamnleft @littlemisswitt @princessofmice @harleigh110 @accioalix @teenwolfbitches2 @sammy-the-gay @angeletarte

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lovehugsandcandy · 5 years

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Eight Days a Week, Eight Seconds a Kiss (Part 5) (Colt x MC)

A/N: Still don’t know what I am doing but as long as we’re having fun. Or, as long as Mona is having fun, I guess. That’s all that matters. (Ellie, girl, you’re so close here! So close!)

Pairing: Colt x MC, ROD

Length: ~2K words

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing, probably, because I swear a lot.)

Summary: Ellie wants to live her life to the fullest, starting with her first kiss. She just needs a little encouragement.

Wednesday: Somewhere Between I Want it and I Got it

“Have you ever tried eyeliner?” Mona studied her, circling in silent evaluation.

“At sleepovers?” Ellie felt shy, melting under Mona’s piercing gaze; no one had ever looked at her with such an calculating stare. She was pretty sure that she was coming up short.

“Hmm….” Mona pursed her lips. “Might be a little too aggressive then. Some shadow?”

“Why are we doing this again?”

“Why did you borrow my clothes the other day?” Mona turned to her closet, flinging clothes through the air, digging for something underneath the leather.

Ellie froze, not knowing how to answer without spilling the embarrassing truth.

Thankfully, Mona breezed by her silence. “Just letting you know, I can suit you up a little better than Junior can.” She held up two dresses, a strapless grey and a black number with a plunging neckline.

“Sleeves. Dear God, please, sleeves.”

Mona laughed and threw it at her. “Change.”

Ellie looked at the dress. She may have miscalculated; it looked like a lot less fabric when it was in her hands. “Wait, here?”

“I promise you, you have nothing I haven’t seen before. Many times. Many, many earth-shattering times.” Mona leered. “But you can use the bathroom if you want.”

She ducked through the door, leaning against it with a deep breath, staring at the fabric in her hands. There were sleeves at least, but what was this strap? And if these were the sleeves, then was there nothing to go in front of her boobs? Were those shorts? What was this monstrosity?

It took five minute, three tries, and one tuck of a strap just away, hidden in her bra, but she thought she got it. It was a dress, low cut, straps crisscrossing her back in what she hoped was the right way, and slit that slid so high she could almost see the tiny freckle, near her hip, that had only seen daylight at the beach. She was unsure until she looked up, peering in the mirror for the first time, and damn. Ellie was used to wearing her sweatshirt everywhere but in this, she actually looked hot! She peered closer. Was that her? Damn.

She sauntered out. When she emerged, Mona’s eyes widened and Ellie smirked, self-satisfied, striking a pose. It looked like she put the dress on correctly.

“Verrry nice,” Mona purred and leered while Ellie flushed, shooting her a shy smile. “You ready to go?”

“Wait now?”

Mona turned on her heel, shooting her a wink over her shoulder. “No time like the present.”

Crap.

She followed Mona out, scanning the floor. Toby and Ximena were in the back of Kaneko’s Aylesbury and it sounded like they were arguing about a carburetor. She couldn’t see Logan but she knew he was around somewhere.

As she looked around, Colt stood up from behind his bike. “Mona, where are my-” He froze as he took her in and she felt the blush forming as his eyes swept down her. “God damn.” It was a whisper and, judging from the look on his face, he definitely didn’t mean to say it out loud, following it up with an awkward cough. “Uhh…I mean…well done, Mona.” He rubbed the back of his head.

Mona smirked. “I do know what I’m doing. And your wrenches are by the Maranello.”

“Thanks.” He nodded and turned away, tips of his ears red.

Mona laughed, deep and loud, pulling her through the shop, passing the cars, the tools, the dented toolbox. “Come on, Ellie! You’re driving!”

“Wait, what?” Ellie had to stop every few seconds to pull the dress down so she was struggling to keep up.

Colt also stopped. “What? Where are you going?”

“Why do you care?” Mona was grasping the top of the open door, grinning wolfishly at Colt.

“But where are we going?”

“We want to see and be seen.” Mona was still staring at Colt as she spoke to Ellie, eyebrows raised. “You coming, Junior?”

Ellie looked between the two, at whatever nonverbal communication that was happening right in front of her, but just over her head.

Colt narrowed his eyes, striding towards them, never dropping his gaze from Mona. “Let’s go.”

~~~~~

Ellie settled up on the sea wall, looking out at the volleyball game happening in front of her and the sunlight glinting off the ocean beyond that. Mona was right; apparently, the boardwalk was the place to see and be seen. Even better, with the crowds and the outfits and the bikinis, she wasn’t so out of place as it was in a garage in Gramercy Park, her dress barely catching a wandering eye.

Mona’s hair blew lightly in the sea breeze, dark strands flitting in the wind and catching Ellie’s shoulder as she leaned close. Colt had wandered off to find fries, at Mona’s orders; directives from Mona were never to be taken lightly and apparently even Colt agreed, acquiescing without a fight. Ellie was in awe of her powers, would have asked for pointers, before Mona interrupted her thoughts.

“You gonna tell me what’s really going on?” Mona’s eyes were assessing, so sharp that Ellie had to duck her head.

“What do you mean?”

Mona rolled her eyes. “You making moon eyes at Logan. You and Kid Kaneko borrowing my clothes for your driving test. You getting so distracted you crashed your car in the shop?” She shook her head. “I’m not an idiot, Ellie.”

“It’s stupid.” Ellie sighed to herself.

“Try me.”

“We’ve been trying to…you see…” Ellie sighed, watching the surfers glide across the horizon. “I’ve….I’ve never been kissed.”

Mona laughed. And laughed some more, until Ellie pushed her. “Mona, shut up.”

“Are you kidding me? All this work for a tiny little kiss?”

Ellie flushed, cheeks red. “I’m 18 years old. Is this like a bad Drew Barrymore movie?”

“Excuse you. A good Drew Barrymore movie.” Mona bit her lip, considering. “I guess I thought a girl like you would want your first kiss to mean something, to be with someone who likes you, like really likes you, like a kiss in one of those movies.”

“I dunno, I guess that would be nice but…” Ellie shrugged, looking at her hands; apparently, she had given up on that. “But what if that never happens?”

Mona rolled her eyes. “Jesus, why don’t I kiss you right now?”

“What?”

Mona glanced around, surveying the crowd behind them, and leaned closer with a devilish smirk. “I can take care of that problem for you.”

“Wait.” Ellie was caught in her stare. She felt like she was drowning; Mona had to be one of the most beautiful girls she had ever seen in real life and she was being pulled in. “There were some caveats to this thing.” For this life of her, she couldn’t remember what those caveats were.

“Really….” Mona leaned even closer and Ellie couldn’t help but look down, at her lips, inches from hers. “Why don’t you let me show you how to kiss and you can tell me all about those caveats later?” She tilted her head, eyes dark.

Ellie followed, tilting her head just so, and shut her eyes.

“Fries.”

Ellie pulled back with a gasp, blinking, She and Mona almost…she couldn’t move for a second, willing the breath back into her lungs, watching the giant smile split Mona’s face in two as she looked behind them.

“Hello, Junior. Don’t you have perfect timing.”

“Your fries, Mona.” Colt was gritting his teeth; Ellie could hear his molars grinding above the crash of the surf.

If anything, Mona grinned wider, taking the fries with a wicked gleam in her eye. “Why thank you, Colt. This is exactly what I wanted. But I’m gonna go grab a milkshake too.” She shook her hair out as she stood, radiant in the sun, catching Ellie’s eye. “Who knows? You might get your movie moment after all.” With a wink, she sauntered off, Ellie’s eyes on her back the entire way.

“What was that about?”

Did Mona think she would have her first kiss with someone who liked her? Did Mona have more faith in her than she herself did?

Ellie blinked at Colt, standing with his hands in his pockets. “I’m….” She swallowed. “I’m…not sure.”

He looked like he wanted to say something, rocking back on his heels as she watched, trying to process what just happened.

“Ellie-”

“Damn. Maybe Logan isn’t who I should have been focused on.” She wrinkled her nose, thinking out loud. She was in her own head, but not enough that she didn’t notice his face fall and jaw clench as he looked out at the waves. “Colt?”

He turned away, shoulders raised. “Let’s go.”

~~~~~

The ride back was quiet. Mona wouldn’t stop smiling, humming the verse of every single song on the radio, while Colt just glowered in the back. Ellie sighed. She thought they were over the whole death glare situation, especially after the last few days. Apparently, she was wrong.

She put the car in park, checking the e-brake once, twice, three times just to be sure, as Mona headed to the break room and Colt peeled off towards his bike. She sighed, still thinking. Mona wasn’t wrong. She had always imagined her first kiss being somewhat special, though it seemed like that would never happen for her. But, if she was doing all this work and putting herself out there, she might as well shoot for the moon.

She sighed again, leaning her head against the steering wheel before she climbed out of the car. That grumpy jerk was not going to like this.

She gingerly headed over to him, leaning against a toolbox. “Hi.”

“Sorry about the lack of making out.” He barely looked up at her, hands rifling through the metal.

She couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling. “Eloquent as ever.”

“Hey, I’m trying here.” He shrugged, turning over a screwdriver in his hands before dropping it with a dull thud.

“Yeah, right. Sure. You know, I was thinking something.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even listen to what it was!”

“Didn’t have to, answer is still no.” He turned back to the toolbox in front of him, opening another drawer.

She sighed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “Well, I am going to tell you anyway. Mona and I were talking-” The sound from Colt’s throat was between a guffaw and a choke but she ignored it. “Ahem. Mona and I were talking and she thinks I should hold out for someone who like me. Not just someone who thinks I’m cute.”

“Jesus Christ.” He froze, the only movement the blinking of his eyes, looking down at her. “You’re not doing what I think you’re doing-”

“One more, Colt. One more request.”

“What the fuck.” He slammed the drawer shut. “Are you just making this harder on purpose?”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve had any luck with you helping me! And Mona-”

“I didn’t want to help to begin with, ok? This is fucking stupid.” He leaned closer, eyes blazing.

She met his glare head on and leaned closer herself, ignoring his sharp inhale as she scowled at him. He was so close she could see the shades of brown swirling in his eyes, could see every individual strand of his eyebrows, all furrowed into an angry line. “You agreed to help me so let’s just do this and get it over with.” She wasn’t going to back down, no way.

He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes hard, staring right back at her. She had to will herself not to look away. “This was before all your stupid rules-

“They’re not stupid-” She had to stop herself from reaching out and shaking him.

“They are stupid! I agreed before all these stupid additional rules and before-” He swallowed, still staring at her, eyes inches from hers, cutting himself off. She watched his tongue trace over his lower lip.

“You agreed to help me so let’s just do this and get it over with.”

They stared at each other; Ellie felt goosebumps start to sprout on her arms, the cool air in the shop sliding over Mona’s flimsy dress. Still, she didn’t move, didn’t look away, and the charged moment held where all they did was wait for the other to fold.

She waited, watching his eyes trace over her face, settling on her lips, shoulders dropping. He ducked his head to look at the ground, look behind her, look anywhere but her. She grinned; he was starting to cave.

And now that she was no longer the singular object of his glare, Ellie finally felt like she could breathe again.

“Fine.”

She took a deep breath. “Fine. So my addition…” He scoffed but she continued right over him. “So my addition is that I want them to actually like me. Like, romantically.”

“You sound like a 13 year old.” He hadn’t moved away, was still inches from her. She hadn’t moved away either.

“Says the person who has no functional human relationships with anyone.”

“Actually, says the person who’s kissed someone.”

“Shut up.” She couldn’t help but wonder who Colt had been kissing. Did he have someone he could kiss now? “So that’s my addition. I want them to like me.”

“And tolerate you.”

“And think I’m cute!”

“Christ.” He rolled his eyes. “We have like three days. You think you can find someone else to fall for you in three days?”

The insinuation stung, badly, and she tried to fight back the flash of hurt. “You know, half the shit you say is actually really insulting.” She locked eyes with him.

He only looked away, taking a step back. “Force of habit.” Now that there was some space between them, Ellie could feel her heart evening out, the uncomfortable racing slowing to a more manageable beat.

“Well, if you were half as clever as you thought you were, I might actually get my kiss.”

He turned to her, peering at her for so long that Ellie coughed, awkward. He only shook his head. “Tomorrow. We’ll all go out.”

“That’s all we’ve been-”

“Everyone. Logan. Mona.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “The entire crew. You can have your pick of anybody.”

“Anybody?”

“Yeah.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t think anybody…”

“Well, if you were half as clever as you thought you were…”

“What’s that supposed to-” She had to stop herself from stomping her foot. He was so goddamn frustrating. “You know what, whatever, tomorrow. We’ll all go out tomorrow.”

He nodded, looking like he was about to reply before thinking better of it. With one last raise of his eyebrows, he turned and walked away, hurrying through the shop floor.

Ellie watched the set of his shoulders as he cut down a dark hallway before disappearing. She had an eerie sense that, while she won this battle, maybe she lost the war.

She fought back a pang of guilt as she left the shop, driving the familiar route home. Yes, she pressured him to help her and he was trying, in his completely frustrating Colt way. Regardless, after today, she was sure that she could get Mona to kiss her before the week was out; she wouldn’t need Colt’s pity kiss at all.

The thought wasn’t as much of a comfort as it should have been.

Tags: @deimosensblog @alegria1580 @choicesarehard@thefarrari@client-327 @moonlit-girl-wonder@going-down-downtown@soniadotalves@jolietmaraud @hazah@flowerpowell@poeticscolt@brightpinkpeppercorn @zaira-oh-zaira@desiree-0816@leelee10898@maxwellsquidsuit@liamzigmichael4ever@octobereighth@omgjasminesimone @waytooattuned @i-only-signed-up-for-fanfiction @emichelle

#playchoices fanfic #colt kaneko #colt x mc #choices rod #rod choices #amy writes

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coeurify · 1 year

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happy 2k rinny baby !!! you deserve the bestest followers, all of us should be at your feet, worshipping you and so i bring you this little silly shorty, hope you enjoy

what if law professor! ellie williams was teaching you about unlawful relationships while she’s got her fingers moving in and out of your cunt. “don’t you think this is wrong? studying to be a lawyer and you can’t even follow laws yourself?” but to be honest, it’s not like she did anything to stop this from happening either, she’s breaking the rules as much as you are

this is just an idea to be thrown into the sin bin

this is making me go insane omfggdhdhs. PROF!ELLIE GAHH and thank uuu my love

#rins 2k sleepover <3 #ellie williams

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farfromharry · 3 years

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🥳-anything dad!au, literally anything. Imma sucker for this trope

🥳 - send in a blurb request for tom (+peter or arvin) harry and harrison ( +leo)

summary: arvin’s brings scarlett to visit you at work

dad!arvin x reader

w/c 522

It’d taken a lot of convincing on your part to get your husband to agree to you going back to work at the diner after you had Scarlett. Arvin was very hesitant, insisting that you didn’t need to and he could take care of you both, but you didn’t like relying on him and the extra income would be a large help to you both.

All the man asked was that you at least waited a few months as the newborn stage would require both of you due to the adjusting period. Thankfully you agreed, and now your little girl was nearly seven months old and the two of you had developed a routine that worked perfectly.

On the days you and Arvin both worked, Emma had generously offered to watch your baby girl, and on the days only you worked Arvin would be taking care of her by himself, and vice versa.

But sometimes Scarlett would sob without her mother there, mainly because she knew how to get her way with her dad, and Arvin felt like he had no choice but to bring her down to the diner to see you. “We’re gonna go see momma. No need for those tears, pretty girl.”

It was like Lettie knew where her dad was taking her the second he strapped her into her car seat. He had to take a few minutes just to settle the wriggling girl down, placing a few kisses onto her head and poking at her belly to bring her attention off of the idea of you.

»»——⍟——««

It was a very short journey to the diner, that’s one of the things you loved about working there, how close it was to home. So within the hour Arvin was walking through the door to the building, the bell ringing above his head.

“Look, there’s momma,” he whispered, pointing to where you were serving an old lady at the counter. You hadn’t noticed the two enter the diner, so upon hearing the familiar sound of your baby girl's laughter you were truly confused.

You looked around the room with furrowed brows until you spotted Arvin sitting with Scarlett in his arms, the girl looking straight at you with her wide, gummy smile.

Your heart fluttered and you headed over to their table, a warm smile resting on your face as your girl made grabby hands at you.

“My, my, this little girl really looks like my precious baby,” you teased, scooping her up from your husband’s arms to press tiny kisses all over her face that made her bubble with laughter. “But my precious babies at home, so it can’t be

You shot your husband a look as if to explain and you saw a light twinge of colour rise on his cheeks.

“She was cryin’ and givin’ me those eyes. You know I can’t say no,” he defended, pouting like a scolded child. You rolled your eyes.

“You’re so smitten, Arvin Russell,” you poked fun, chuckling at him. He continued to stare at you both with that silly grin, shrugging his shoulders.

“You’re m’girls, how can’t I be?”

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#arvin x reader #arvin russell fluff #arvin russell x reader #dad!arvin #tom holland #tom holland fluff #ellie’s 2k sleepover

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farfromharry · 3 years

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🥳- Arvin has skin-to-skin time with his babygirl for the first time and starts just parading around the house shirtless

🥳 - send in a blurb request for tom (+peter or arvin) harry and harrison ( +leo)

summary: arvin and his bub having skin to skin time

dad!arvin x reader

w/c 609

“Come on, darlin’,” he whined, pouting at you. “Let me take her, you can get some sleep.”

Sleep did sound like something you could desperately do with right about now, but the prospect of letting your little girl out of your sight for even a second instilled a new kind of terror in you, one that had your heart dropping into your stomach.

You had only been back from the hospital for a few days, so you were still recovering from the birth while simultaneously trying to adapt to being a mother, and in that time you hadn’t had the opportunity for a lot of sleep. Your husband could sense your apprehension and carefully laid his hand on your cheek.

“M gonna take such good care of her, promise,” he whispered, connecting his lips to your temple in a loving gesture. You sighed quietly and nodded your head, seeing as both you and your arms were rapidly growing tired. “Yeah, take ‘er,” you said.

He smiled softly, carefully scooping the newborn out of your arms and into his own. You had already reminded Arvin the importance of skin to skin time for him to bond with your bub, so his shirt was already off in preparation and your diaper clad girl was immediately placed onto her dad’s bare chest.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he cooed, his lips pressing ever so softly against the top of her head as he held her tightly. The man’s heart was warm as he got to hold the most precious thing in the world, still in disbelief that he was even a dad.

The girl laid completely content on her dad’s bare skin, listening to his quiet words and mumbles of anything that popped into his head, listening to him talk all about his love for you and how proud he was that you’d given him his baby girl with such ease.

You fell asleep with a happy smile on your face watching your husband interact with his precious girl.

Arvin couldn’t stay in the same spot for even a minute, he felt like he had to be up and moving, plus he didn’t want to wake you with his excited rambling. There was so much for the little girl to see and he wanted to show her everything, shuffling around your cosy little house, describing all the pictures on the walls of you and Arvin throughout your relationship.

He’d gently bounce her as they moved together from room to room, the man showing her where she was going to sleep in her crib next to her momma. Right until he made it back to the living room where you were now curled up on the couch.

That was his first mistake though, because right as he did your girl let out a pained cry right in her dad’s ear, one that startled you awake every time for the past few days.

He tried to shush her, his lips resting beside her head as he gently stroked her back. Your eyes rested on the pair, feeling your heart flutter at the sight of your husband like this. Dressed in nothing but jeans, messy hair and tired eyes as he tried to soothe a crying babe.

“This is a sight I could get used to,” you commented, watching as his head whipped in your direction. You had a sleepy grin on your face as Arvin finally managed to settle her, the man letting out a relieved sigh that made you chuckle.

You watched as a smirk grew on his lips at what you were implying. “I’ll make it a regular thing from now on then, darlin’.”

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farfromharry · 3 years

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congrats !!

🥳 fluff for harry (any thing is fine , but can they be dating ?)

🍬

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summary: harry helps you out after you got drunk after a bad day

harry holland x reader

w/c 571

Harry wished he could’ve been there with you today rather than have you suffer through an awful day at work, because now as he arrived home he found you in the living room nearly falling over from the amount of wine you’d drank to take your mind off things.

“Hey, bub. How you feeling?” he asked, taking a seat next to you on the couch as you pouted your lips at him. You completely avoided his question, your drunken self forgetting the original reason you’d picked up the wine bottle. Instead you laid your head on his shoulder, forehead resting against his neck comfortably.

There was a comfortable silence between you both for a little while where Harry thought you’d drifted off, only to be proved wrong when you began poking at his chest for no reason that was clear to him.

“Y/N,” he called, trying to draw your attention to him. His plan was to try and care for you for the night, get you changed, makeup off and in bed, because it was unavoidable that you’d have an awful hangover tomorrow.

He watched as you lifted your head to look at him, a silly grin curling on your lips as the sight of him came into your view. He smiled back at you, trying not to blush under your intense stare.

“You’re really pretty,” you slurred, bringing your hand up to the man’s face to caress his cheek. As much as he tried to stop it, Harry’s cheeks flushed at your words, the man trying to ignore your drunken words as he took your hand in his.

“And you’re really drunk,” he stated, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. You hummed quietly, leaning forward on your seat to rest your head on his chest, cuddling into him. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You shook your head, whining in protest as you slumped against your boyfriend, making it difficult for him to help you off the couch. “Wanna stay here,” you mumbled.

He rolled his eyes, murmuring a no under his breath as he tried to get you to your feet. “Can’t sleep on the couch, my love.” You eventually did let him guide you to your feet and then your shared room, your eyes struggling to stay open the heavier they got.

“‘M so tired,” you mumbled, clinging to Harry’s arm as he tried to maneuver you both around the room to change you into some comfier clothes to sleep in. “I know. You can get in bed in a minute, bubs.”

That seemed to please you from Harry’s perspective as you fell silent for the time being, allowing him to get you changed without protest or much difficulty.

He finally helped you climb into bed and get comfortable and he was pretty sure you were out cold, at least until he heard your quiet, sleep laced voice.

“‘M sorry for making things harder,” you said, face smushed into your pillow adorably, almost enough to make Harry chuckle at the sight of you. “S’okay,” he whispered.

Harry’s hand moved up to brush some loose hairs out of your face, your cheek lovingly nuzzling into his hand. “D’you still love me?” you asked shyly.

He finally did chuckle at that, nodding his head even though you couldn’t see him through your closed eyes. “Of course I do, my love.”

“S’good, cause I really love you.”

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farfromharry · 3 years

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🥳- congrats on 2k 🎊 can I get a blurb of Harry H being in love with actress!reader who plays tom’s love interest in Spiderman 🎥 a bit of jealous Harry with fluff at the end please 😍

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summary: harry has a crush on you but your tom’s new love interest in spiderman

harry holland x actress!reader

w/c 764

Harry didn’t tend to get too easily attached to any of Tom’s co-stars. It was sort of a rule for him at this point. Yes, some of them were really good to hang out with while filming, but at the end of the day they were there to do a job, not make friends with their co-stars little brother.

So that’s why Harry was so angry when he found out you would be the love interest in Tom's newest Spiderman movie. He’d had a crush on you for years, he loved your work as an actress and he could confidently say he’d seen nearly every movie you’d been in; he loved most of them too. But other than your work he thought you were beautiful, in interviews you seemed like the kindest person and if he was being honest, he was a little bit jealous that Tom was getting to pretend to date you.

He didn’t want to get attached to you for the few months you’d be spending together, only to go and never see you again after it was over. He was convinced it would kill him.

But he couldn’t control how fond he was of you, and had nearly melted into a puddle when you first met, of course Tom had introduced the two of you as he knew about Harry’s crush, and he did find it very amusing to watch the man trip over his words and flush red everytime you so much as looked his way.

“I should get going, but it was really nice to meet you, Harry. I hope to see you again soon.” His eyes widened and he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans nervously.

“Yeah, um, you too.” Tom was trying to hold back his laughter at how awkward his baby brother was being, only earning him a slap on the arm from the curly headed man.

“Remember your rule, she’s still my co-star.”

»»——⍟——««

Things had been going great for a while since Harry and you had first met. You’d chat together on set, laugh together, and sometimes you’d even ask him to get lunch with you. He thought you were just being polite, but you knew it was so you could spend some more time with him, alone.

However the day Harry had been dreading since Tom allowed him to read the script had finally arrived, and he may have been slightly more aggressive towards his brother about it than he intended to.

It got to the point where Tom was completely sick of it, calling him out for acting purely like a dick.

“What is up with you today?” Tom asked, getting rather sick of the attitude Harry was giving him whenever he opened his mouth. Today of course was the day they were filming the kiss scene between you and Tom, and Harry could have looked less forward to it if he tried.

“Why do you get to kiss Y/N?”

The older of the two grinned, much to Harry’s confusion, as behind his back he was unable to see you standing there.

“I get to kiss her cause she clearly prefers me,” he teased, although Harry was too clouded by irritation to realise his brother was simply poking fun at him.

He was nearly seething and Tom was surprised how easy it was to rile him up so quickly. You were trying to contain your laughter as the younger man tried to ramble his way through a list of reasons of why you definitely liked Harry as more than a friend and had no feelings for Tom.

“I guess you know me better than I know myself,” you said, a smirk settling on your lips as you watched him freeze in his spot. You didn’t even try and stop your giggle as he turned around sheepishly to look at you, his cheeks flushed a bright red.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t-“ You shook your head, shuffling over to him until your bodies practically touched.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you murmured, tugging him towards you to slot your lips against his.

Tom cheered for you both obnoxiously loudly, being the reason you and Harry eventually pulled away, shooting him an unimpressed glance. Over the months you’d grown to know Tom well enough that you knew what that smile on his face was implying; he was up to something.

He placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder, shooting you a wink that had the boy scowling at his sibling. “Thanks for helping her practice for me.”

“Oh, I’m going to kill you.”

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farfromharry · 3 years

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🥳 - Reader is at an airport and its super late and the plane is delayed, super tired etc. But harry is there with them making the situation bearable?? - do what you will with it, hope it made sense 😅 And congratulations on 2K!!!! ❤️

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summary: your flight gets delayed and harry helps you pass the time

harry holland x reader

w/c 515

A delayed flight was definitely not on your schedule, nor could you afford it to be. You had to be halfway across the world by the next morning for a very important business meeting, and you weren’t sure you were going to make it now due to some unforeseen weather conditions.

Thankfully though, your boyfriend had tagged along on your trip, stating he didn’t want you to be alone in a country you didn’t know; although you thought it was just an excuse for him to see you more.

For the last hour or so your leg had been bouncing nervously on the floor, and it was beginning to drive Harry insane. He gently laid his hand on your knee, flashing you a warm smile that was supposed to be comforting. “We’ll make it, stop worrying.”

Usually Harry was never the voice of reason for these kinds of things, it was usually Tom or you that had to calm him down, but he wasn't sure he’d ever seen you so stressed and panicked.

“Hey, look at me,” he said, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek to make sure your eyes were on him and no longer on the electronic board with the list of flights. His smile was warm and familiar and it brought a sense of calm over you, the soft look in his eyes telling you everything was fine. “Why don’t we watch a movie while we wait?”

You hummed quietly, taking one of Harry’s air pods from him as he pulled up a film on his laptop that he already knew you were going to pick. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips when you saw the title screen, nuzzling your head against his shoulder lovingly.

Harry noticed how much more relaxed your body language was and he couldn’t help but feel relieved, turning his head to place a quick kiss to the top of your head.

Time flew by and you didn’t even really notice, laughing every so often at the cheesy bits of the movie, Harry sending you a lovesick look every time he heard your pretty laugh.

»»——⍟——««

Only when you heard the announcement that your flight was going to board on it’s newly scheduled time, did you realise just how quickly the delay had passed with Harry’s distraction.

“Harry?” you mumbled, watching as he packed away his laptop in his back for the time being. He hummed in response, tossing you a quick glance to let you know he was listening. “Thank you.”

He stopped in his movements, turning to look at you with furrowed brows. “For what?” he chuckled.

“For helping me pass the time. Not sure I would’ve stayed sane if you weren’t here,” you explained, shooting him a grin. He shrugged his shoulders, placing a quick peck on your lips.

“What can I say? I’m a master entertainer.”

You chuckled to yourself as he finally sat back in his seat, the two of you preparing to wait for your flight to be called.

“And with a master ego too, I see.”

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farfromharry · 3 years

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A little concept Harrison managing to get off filming earlier to celebrate father's day at home with your little family

Maybe they have twins idk I love your what you write

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summary: your kids surprise harrison for father’s day, but he almost ruins it by coming home early

dad!harrison x reader

w/c 713

Part of you was bummed that Harrison had to work on father’s day, it meant he couldn’t spend his designated time with your babies like he would have if he was here. He probably would’ve spent the entire day with them if he could, not a minute without each other.

But the smaller part of you was slightly relieved, it meant you had enough time to help you and your twins prepare your surprise for him. Now when it came to his family, he never wanted anything extravagant, a simple dinner or a film would do; as long as he was spending time with you all.

So that was exactly what you did, right after he left that morning with a simple kiss to all three of your heads, you all headed to the shops. Delilah, being the little three year old diva she was, insisted that she could walk by herself, although you made sure she still held your hand at the minimum.

Jack however was a mummy’s boy, so he was more than happy to settle in your arms, head resting on your shoulder as he pointed out things you should get for your night.

You ended up spending more money than intended, but that was because just like your husband you couldn’t resist those two pairs of puppy eyes staring at you. So now both of the twins had a new teddy each and we’re ecstatic about it, just waiting to tell their dad when he got home.

»»——⍟——««

Fortunately for you- or maybe unfortunately, you hadn’t really decided yet, Harrison got off work earlier than planned, stating the director had said it was only fair he spend some of the day with his kids at least.

So, he’d walked in right as the three of you were setting up the inside of the fort you’d created to have a movie night together. You were laying down blankets, letting Jack set his pillows where he wanted and Delilah set the snacks down in the corner; popcorn and whichever chocolate your monsters had demanded you get.

Thankfully, he let you finish before he announced his presence, waiting for you to come back out of the fort. You were originally headed to the kitchen to grab drinks to set up inside, but your plans changed when you felt a strong pair of arms wrapping around your waist.

“What are you doing home so early?” you asked, clear shock written on your face as you stared at your grinning husband.

“They let me go to spend time with you all. But I can see I’ve interrupted something.”

You scolded him, slapping his arm lightly and telling him how disappointed your kids were going to be that he’d ruined their hard work. “They’ll be fine,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your temple right before your twins ran out of the fort towards their dad.

Delilah immediately insisted on her dad scooping her up, even though the man was kneeling down in order to love your boy too. He placed kisses on both their heads before receiving a very poorly timed happy father’s day from the pair.

“Thank you both. Is this for me?” he asked, head nodding in the direction of your small den. You watched with a lovesick smile as they happily told their dad everything it took for the three of you to make it, plus how fun it was inside.

“Well I guess we should go in then, huh?”

»»——⍟——««

Within half an hour of the second movie, the twins were completely knocked out. Like usual, Delilah was cuddled up to her dad, head tucked in his neck as she lay sprawled out on his chest, Harrison’s hands resting on her small back.

Jack was in the middle of both of you, his tiny arms wrapped around Harrison’s much bigger one as he drooled on the sleeve of his shirt in his sleep.

You were convinced your heart could’ve exploded at the sight, snapping a few pictures while Harrison whined at you, trying to get you to stop without waking up your precious babies.

“Happy father’s day,” you whispered, leaning over your kids to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You’re the best dad anyone could ask for.”

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