#jahayla parker

[jahayla-parker]

you could do one where dylan responds to 75 questions from vogue in his house while he holds one of his twins who fell asleep in his arm ( i just saw cardi b one when she’s holding kulture and it was hella cute that’s why i was inspired ) and his house with reader is just so bohemian and colourful and there are so many toys ! we love a messy organized/clean house not like those celebrity museum 😭

The Vogue 75: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Summary: 3.5k wc, Dylan allows the crew at Vogue enter his home and meet the reader, his amazing wife y/n, and their precious kids, proud to show off this side of his life as he silently admired how blessed his life was.

Warnings: family dynamics I guess? That’s about it!

“Babe, what are you doing?” Dylan asked, amusement clear in his tone.

“Cleaning Dyl” y/n groaned, “they’re going to be here soon”.

Dylan laughed and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You act like we’re some kind of chaotic household” he teases, kissing her cheek.

She smirks, “us? Chaos? Never!”

Dylan laughs, “see, there’s the spirit!”

She rolls her eyes, “Nate threw his peas everywhere though”.

Dylan suppresses a laugh but it doesn’t go unnoticed by y/n.

She steps out of his arms, turning to face him with her arms crossed over his chest.

He holds his hands up in defense, “I don’t know why he does that with you”.

“Mmhmm” she squints, “well since it’s so funny, you can clean them up while I get Avery dressed”.

Dylan laughs and nods, “fine, but then we’re done. The house is more clean than normal, we don’t need to make it look like we don’t actually live here”.

“Deal” she says, grabbing the fresh basket of laundry he finished moments ago.

“Aves hun, we need to change into regular clothes for daddy’s interview” y/n says, knocking on Avery’s doorframe to alert her of her presence.

The four year old grins at her mom and nods, “dress?”

Y/n smiles and kisses Avery’s head, “sure thing Aves. Which one?”

———

After getting Avery dressed and styling her hair in the way she wanted, y/n allowed Avery to return to playing with her toys.

“Dylan, have you seen Nate’s white socks? I only see his red ones here. I was planning on having him wear-“ y/n begins but stops when she sees Dylan had finished cleaning up the mess of peas on the floor from Nate’s lunch and dressed their two and a half year old.

Dylan smiles proudly up at y/n, “this is what you had planned right?”

She smiles back, walking over to her husband and son, giving them both a quick kiss, “yes, now both my boys are ready”.

Dylan blushes and picks Nate up to hold him, “seems the girls are too hmm?”

Y/n blushes as well but shakes her head as she laughs, “I’m still in my yoga pants and crop top Dylan”.

Dylan shrugs, looking at his son, “doesn’t momma look gorgeous?”

Nate coos and giggles, squirming in Dylan’s arm.

Y/n laughs and gives Dylan a kiss, “thanks handsome but I’m still changing into actual clothing and fixing my hair”.

Turning to Nate who is watching her intently, she smirks, “besides I think I have some peas in the bun”.

Nate turns his head to the side and babbles, making the couple laugh.

———

“That’s so exciting” the interviewer gushes, adjusting her seat on their couch in the living room, “what was the best part of that filming experience?”

As y/n quietly grabs a bowl of cheerios from the kitchen for Avery with Nate on her hip, Dylan’s face instantly breaks into a huge smile.

“I can truthfully say, as cheesy at it sounds, being able to be near my family and staying in our home was the best” he says, releasing a blissful sigh.

Y/n pauses her actions and smiles across the room, the kitchen island being the only barrier between the rooms.

Dylan winks and blows her a kiss, causing the cameraman to turn his camera towards y/n.

Y/n bites her lip and waves nervously with her free hand causing Dylan to smirk at the fact his wife still is just as awkward in these situations, happy fame hasn’t changed her in the slightest.

“This is your wife, yes?” The interviewer asks, causing Dylan to get up and walk over to y/n.

He helps y/n by taking Nate from her so she can get the cheerios poured into the bowl easier.

“Yes, this is the stunningly beautiful and insanely smart y/n y/l/n O’Brien. My wife and mother of our children” he gushes, blushing when he sees how everyone is looking at him.

Y/n smirks and giggles as he composes himself, kissing his cheek, “the charming Dylan O’Brien folks”.

She smiles and excuses herself to go to Avery.

———

The couple had decided not to force the kids to be in the interview unless they wanted to or happened to pass by or entered the room they were in.

They wanted it to be a normal day for them.

Therefore, most of the interview had passed before Avery showed herself to their guests.

She’d been content continuing her playing in her bedroom until y/n brought her a snack.

After finishing it, she wanted to put the dish away herself.

Well, mostly herself as y/n still needed to help her reach the sink and faucet.

Dylan was trying to get Nate to stop crying as he held him and tried to still answer the interviewer’s questions.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in his direction to silently ask what happened and if he needed help.

Dylan had a look in his eyes that told her he wanted to handle this.

Not just because the crew was there and cameras were on him.

Dylan always wanted to be the best father to both of their children and to him that meant being able to fix their fussy moods without his wife’s intervention.

While Nate behaved better for Dylan when it came to eating and bathing, he was more cooperative with y/n when it came to getting dressed and his play time.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t wanting the other parent to do those things, but for some reason he just had these preferences.

Dylan respected them but wanted to ensure Nate saw he could help him with those things too.

Y/n had seen the look in Dylan’s eyes when he showed her how Nate let him dress him without much of a fight earlier.

That look was gone now as Dylan clearly struggled to keep his fussy son on his lap and calm.

———

As y/n lifted Avery to let her rinse her dish, she watched Dylan closely to see when she could intervene without Dylan getting the wrong idea.

She knew eventually he’d likely get it handled but he was in the middle of an interview, that’s where his focus should be.

But Dylan thought otherwise.

He didn’t care if he was working or not, his son was upset and he wanted to fix it.

He’d already ensured he didn’t need to be changed, tried to feed him or get him water, play with him, nothing.

Dylan tried to simply rock him in his arms to see if he was just really tired.

As y/n opened the dishwasher for Avery and bent lower so she could place her bowl, she heard Dylan sigh.

“Babe, I think he wants you. I can't get him to stop crying “ Dylan said, trying to hide his disappointment with a soft laugh.

"Did you try his flamingo?" Y/n asked kindly, setting Avery on her feet and letting her run off to the toy shelf in the living room.

“Yes, his favorite one too, the one with the hat, he just pouted and dropped it before crying again” Dylan said, wiping the tears off his sons face before moving to hand him to y/n.

She shook her head so softly only Dylan could see it and tickled Nate, "Ahh, that's right little one... you can’t expect your daddy to know you don’t want the flamingo with the hat anymore”.

Dylan frowned and scrunched his eyes in surprise and guilt; how did he not know that it had changed?

When did it change?

Had he been giving Nate the wrong one for days and not knowing?

Y/n noticed Dylan’s silence and smiled at her boys, kissing both of their cheeks before walking to where the correct one was.

“ ‘member Nate? Daddy was showering when you decided just this morning that your new favorite was the flamingo with the glasses" she added, grabbing the appropriate stuffed flamingo from the floor.

Dylan let out a sigh of relief, it hadn’t been long.

He had no way of knowing of this change yet.

Y/n smiled and walked back to her boys, Avery on her heels.

“Here ya go Dyl, that should fix this one’s fussy state” she said, tapping Nate’s nose softly.

“Ahh, thank you love. Is this the one you want now? Hmm? Secretly changed your favorite flamingo on me?” He asked, a genuine laugh following.

Y/n smiled and lifted Avery as the little girl raised her arms up towards her.

Dylan scooted over on the couch, signaling for his wife and daughter to join him and Nate.

Y/n obliged and snuggled into his side.

Dylan wrapped one arm around y/N’s waist, the other supporting Nate as he snuggled his latest favorite stuffed flamingo toy.

Avery smiled at her dad before moving from her mom’s lap to join her brother on Dylan’s.

Dylan kissed Avery’s forehead and smiled, tugging y/n closer to him.

After letting the family have a moment, the interviewer kindly turned them back to the interview.

“How many flamingo stuffed animals do you have?!” She laughed lightly.

———

Y/n laughs and bites her lip as Dylan blushes, looking around the room.

She’d planned on picking the toys up last night but forgot and if Dylan was already trying to keep her from even cleaning up the mess from lunch, she wasn’t going to push it and put the toys away.

Plus, she hoped they’d keep the kids busy and out of Dylan’s hair for the interview.

Dylan rubbed his neck as he laughed, counting the various stuffed flamingos he could currently see, "at least eight?"

“Eight? Is there a reason they’re all flamingos?” She asked, making Dylan’s face brighter.

Dylan hid his face in his wife’s neck as if he was a child himself, his facial hair tickling her skin.

“We were in Florida when Nate got to watch his dad work on set for the first time” y/n explained, smiling at her family.

Avery’s eyes lit up as she watched her mom retell the story.

“Avery had seen his previous set but both kids fell in love with the beach set in Florida. They had Dyl actually on the beach one day and it was really nice, the kids got to play in the sand with him between takes” y/n recalled.

“These two take after their mom in how much they love the beach” Dylan whispered, his head resting on y/N’s shoulder but his face no longer hidden.

Y/n blushed, “Avery fell in love with the seagulls, hence-“ she said, pointing towards the fake nest resting next to the toy boy, a family of stuffed seagulls in it.

Avery giggled and nodded her head making Dylan smile and tickle her so she kept laughing.

“Whereas Nate adored the flamingos” y/n finished, shrugging.

———

“And they clearly have very supportive parents who let them enjoy these things and care about their interests” the interviewer complimented.

“Y/n may keep a list on her phone of their latest likes and dislikes to help us keep up” Dylan admits, kissing y/N’s cheek in appreciation.

Y/n blushed but turned the conversation back to Dylan, after all, the interview was on him.

“Speaking of the flamingos though, both the one with a hat that used to be his favorite, and the one with glasses that is his newest favorite, were gifts from Dylan” she smirked.

“The same goes for Avery’s favorite doll” she added as Dylan watched her in surprise.

He hadn’t even realized that.

It meant a lot to him that his kids chose his gifts as their favorites.

Especially Avery’s, as she was very independent like her mother and would often pick her own toys.

So the idea that one her dad picked for her instead, made his heart soar.

———

“They certainly seem to adore you Dylan” the interviewer agrees, making Dylan look at the kids in his lap who were now both content in his arms.

“They always have, which is why I can now go make dinner” y/n jokes, excusing herself now that the kids were occupied and safe.

“Now that they’re older, do your wife and kids travel with you when you need to film in another location?” The interviewer asks.

Dylan smiles over at his wife as she starts quietly setting up her cook station.

“They do yes. I’m beyond blessed in that y/n’s scheduled allows her to travel so freely and that she’s willing to help wrangle these two on the plane rides” Dylan says, admiring the two tiny humans on his lap.

“They’re not that bad on the plane Dylan” y/n teasingly scolds, shaking her head.

“But yeah, I get to have my perfect little family with me. I wouldn’t do it otherwise” he admits, blushing again.

“However, I do prefer us working local as we can be in our own home and relax more, it’s our space that’s tailored to just our family” he explains, eyes glancing around at the random assembly of plants, photos, toys, and blankets everywhere.

“Do you mind if we get some shots of the house itself before we go?” The interviewer asks, signaling to the cameraman.

Although they’d discussed it already, Dylan makes eye contact with y/n to double check, only for her to nod and smile.

———

“Ooh I can show our bell!” Avery gasps, slipping off Dylan’s lap and running to the front door.

“Wait up Ave!” Dylan calls, laughing.

“The bell?” The interviewer asks quietly.

“The doorbell, she loves the sound it makes” Dylan smirks, following his four year old.

“Nay-nay want to help them see?” Avery asks, looking at the boy in Dylan’s arms.

Although undoubtedly having little to no idea what she was saying, Nate claps his hands loudly.

Dylan sets Nate down so he can walk next to his sister and he smiles over at you, hoping you saw the sweet sibling interaction; which you did.

He leads his children into the front yard, the vogue crew following and closing the door behind them.

Dylan gets out his phone to record the scene himself so you can watch it after dinner.

———

“Ready?” Avery encourages Nate, carefully lifting him so he can push the button himself.

Dylan smiles to himself as he records his daughter being so supportive to his son and helping him press the “magical” doorbell.

It was simply a regular doorbell that they’d connected to their Ring camera higher up on the wall.

It was y/N’s idea as last year for months, little three year old Avery had pouted about not being able to ring it herself without being held.

It occurred then to Dylan his daughter knew Nate was too short to do that alone yet so she was helping him get to experience the thrill she seemed to feel when pushing it.

The chimes for that lower doorbell were specifically programmed to make the instrumental sound of her favorite Princess film theme song and always made her smile.

Dylan bit his lip as he thought about how they might need to now figure out a song that worked for both kids or somehow add a third button to their door.

However, when Nate was set back down, he noticed Avery grinning as Nate just stood waiting for someone to open the door.

Dylan chuckled and let out a sigh of relief before complimenting Avery on how she handled the situation and scooping Nate back up.

“You did that so well angel, do you want to show our guests the tour of the house?” He suggested, pleased with the glowing eyes that reminded him of y/N’s staring back at him.

———

Dylan watched peacefully as his oldest lead the crew around their home.

He laughed when he noticed she was explaining the rooms by saying what the family did in them.

For example, the family room was now called the “watching tv and playing games” room.

As they entered the kitchen, seeing the camera on Avery, he snuck the chance to kiss his wife as she cooked.

“Is it going okay?” Y/n whispered as Avery described the kitchen as their “food and dish room”.

“Absolutely. I know I say it often, but thank you for our perfect little family and letting me share them with the world “ Dylan whispered, holding Nate closer to him.

Y/n blushed, “as long as the public doesn’t say anything about the kids, I have no problem showing off our life”.

“I won’t allow that y/n/n, you and the kids have my word” he assures her, squeezing her waist with his hand that wasn’t on Nate.

She nods, “I know Dylan, now go finish so we can eat”.

“We actually are finished now” the backup cameraman spoke, turning the second camera towards the family and off of their photo on the wall.

“We just have to do your outro” the interviewer agreed.

“Come here Avey dear” Dylan encourages, bending down to pick her up.

“Here, let me hold Nate” y/n offers, wiping her hands on the cloth rag on the counter.

Nate babbles as he snuggles into his mom’s side and Dylan wraps one arm behind her, the other holding Avery to his other side.

“Ave, Nate, can I have some help?” He asked, having trained them on it so he could include them.

Avery nods and smiles up at her Dylan and Nate sucks on his thumb quietly, making y/n shrug.

Dylan grins and nods once, “alright”.

“I am Dylan O’Brien” he says, grinning so wide y/n is sure his lips will split, “and this was…”

“The voooogggg seveny fwive “ Avery says, nervously.

Nate babbles and claps his hands, making both parents smile at each other and their kids.

“Annnd cuuutt! That was so adorable, thank you all for letting us invade your space today” the interviewer thanks.

“Of course, and please don’t feel you need to rush out, you are welcome to stay for dinner if you’d like” y/n says, Dylan admiring how sweet and accommodating she is even though she has been working so much this week.

“That’s very kind, thank you. But, we have a long drive back to town, so we should head out now. Thank you again” the interviewer responds.

Dylan smiles and happily guides them to the door, pleased he will now get time with just his family and no more cameras.

———

As he turns back around, he pauses to watch the love of his life, his wife y/n, and her only competitions, his children Avery and Nate, as she holds one kid on each hip.

He smiles to himself as he snaps a photo on his phone, needing to use it for a new Lock Screen.

Alright, now, no more cameras.

“Want me to get them sat up to the table or want me to dish us all up?” Dylan asks faintly, not wanting to break the calm.

Before y/n can respond, he shakes his head and laughs.

“What am I thinking?” He scolds himself softly, “you cooked, I’ve got both tasks”.

“Dyl-“ she argues as he gently takes the kids into his arms.

“Ah, ah, shhh” he smiles, “I’m doing this small thing for my lovely family”.

Y/n blushes and accepts his token of appreciation and love as she follows him to their dining room.

Dylan sets both kids in their respective seats, ensuring they’re secure.

He winks at y/n, “you know, there’s an extra seat still”.

Y/n hummed and smirked, “not for long”.

Dylan sputtered and nearly fell over in his attempt to face her again when she interrupted his departure.

———

Dylan slowly, as if moving too fast would somehow make it turn out to be a joke, walked to y/n and knelt beside her.

“Really?“ he whispered softly, his soft eyes dotted with tears.

“Oh Dyl” she coos, cupping his face, “yes, really”.

Dylan smiles and shakes his head in disbelief, his watery eyes now fully crying.

“Daddy?” Avery asks worriedly.

Dylan sniffles and raises to a squatting position to she can kiss y/N’s lips, cheeks, and nose.

“I’m okay Aves” he promises, the loving tone shining through in his voice, “I’m more than okay”.

Y/n goes to give Dylan another kiss as he rests his hand on her barely existent latest baby bump but Nate babbles loudly.

Dylan and y/n laugh and smile at each other.

“Even more of a reason you should be resting!” He reprimands suddenly, a smile still present on his lips as he turns to get their dinners.

Dylan couldn’t be happier or imagine his life with anyone else, anywhere else.

He was honest when he said he’d give up his career for his family.

He was just fortunate that his wife didn’t seem to mind the chaos it brought them.

He didn’t stop smiling as he dished each plate and cut up the food into smaller pieces for the kids.

Soon there will be three dishes to do that with he thought, his smile growing until it physically hurt; not that he minded.

Dylan O’Brien Taglist: (last round) @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @directioner5life

Dylan is being added to the archived list so you can still see these works but I won’t be accepting requests for him anymore.

[theslayerofthevampires]

Happy Birthday!!!! 💜💙💜💙

Ilysm thank you!!! 💜💙💜💙

[lnfours]

[tomdutch]

Obsessed as in you like the picture or obsessed because you don’t?😂

obsessed as in it’s so bad that i like it for being shitty

[justapurrcat]

Don’t forget that LiLi 💟

And you are the sweetest kindest purest little bean 🥺💜

[t-lostinworlds]

*hugs you real tight* would you please send this to the first ten people on your dash? make sure someone gets a hug today and stay safe! ✨💜

aww 🥺💓 you're too sweet <3 sending u one right back lovely!! also @ everyone who sees this !!

[belovedholland]

You’ve got this! Hang in there, it’ll pay off and be worth it💝

That's very sweet of you, thank you, but it was still a bad day, bad week, bad month, bad fucking year if I'm honest

[userholland]

Hi, just wanted to say I stumbled upon your blog and the amount of love and compassion you share with anyone who may see your posts is amazing!

You seem like a wonderful person! I hope you have a great day💝

ah thank you so much 🥺 i cant wait for u to see all my current wips and i hope you have a great day as well <3

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

"That's my wife."

pairing: kaz brekker x wife!reader

genre: fluff

el's thoughts: requested by @jahayla-parker i realized i had this written ages ago and never posted it so here you go hahaha

~*~

“Just a cup of water please.” Y/N sat at the bar in the Crow Club, observing all the people playing at the tables.

Jesper sitting with Wylan by his side, Nina and Matthias sat farther down at the bar talking with Inej. Her eyes scanned over the laughing faces until they met a familiar pair of dark brown eyes. She smirked into her glass as she saw Rotty come up to Kaz with a small piece of paper.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all by yourself?”

She wrinkled her nose at the strong scent of alcohol as she turned around to face a young man around her age. She tried her best to smile politely, “I’m just waiting for some friends.”

She wasn’t lying. Kaz told her to wait until one of the other crows were ready to walk back to the Slat.

“Well then, mind if I keep you company?”

Y/N racked her mind trying to think of some way to turn him down without making a scene. Footsteps and the clicking of a cane were heard behind her.

“I mind.” Kaz’s raspy voice spoke over her shoulder.

The young man stood up taller, “So what? You’re saying this girl is your girlfriend?”

By now, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, Matthias and Inej had slowly made their way over, standing behind Y/N. Kaz stepped forward and placed both hands on his cane, leaning ever-so-slightly towards the man.

“No. What I’m saying is that this girl is my wife.”

A small gasp was heard from both Nina and Inej. Y/N turned and looked at them shyly, “Surprise…?”

She turned back around to look at Kaz and the young man, only to see him making a beeline to the door. She looked up at Kaz as he stood right beside her, “Well, cat’s out of the bag now.”

He shrugged, “It’s about time they knew anyway.”

Jesper made silent hand gestures between the couple, “So you two have been married this whole time?!”

Y/N chuckled, “Not the whole time… Just about a year.”

He stood there, eyes flickering between the two as the rest of the crows tried to wrap their minds around the news.

“When were you gonna tell us?!”

[peotego]

Kaz Brekker fics recommedation

To all the authors I've included: thank you for writing awesome fics, I admire your work with all my heart ❤️

⋙ Need help? by @amsgrey

⋙ Movement by @misscongeniality18

⋙ Stubbornness by @happynowyo

⋙ Underestimated by @jahayla-parker

⋙ Forgotten Part 2 by @ashessonfire

⋙ Of kings by @yelenasbraid

⋙ Just a bartender by @webslinger-holland

⋙ Heal his heart by @webslinger-holland

⋙ Bad kind of butterflies by @midnight-rain-fics

⋙ Hoax Part 2 by @midnight-rain-fics

⋙ Peace Part 2 by @midnight-rain-fics

⋙ Hold me like a grudge by @syllvane

⋙ Useful skills by @amsgrey

⋙ Dressing for revenge by @violetrainbow412-blog

⋙ Kiss it better by @jakescakeislateforourdate

⋙ Easily forgettable by @magpiencrow

⋙ Sociopath by @magpiencrow

⋙ Patience by @magpiencrow

⋙ Jealous by @magpiencrow

⋙ I'd come for you by @magpiencrow

⋙ Fool by @magpiencrow

⋙ All's good by @magpiencrow

⋙ Don't let go by @magpiencrow

⋙ Heartless by @magpiencrow

⋙ Home by @magpiencrow

⋙ Cupid screwed up by @genyakosstyk

[kaylasficrecs]

kaz brekker recs

his star | imagine, flangst | @alpurrtwhizkersss

somnum | one shot, flangst | @futurecorps3

when am i gonna lose you? | one shot, flangst | @crowsmybeloveds

touch | one shot, smut | @skiller0dani

everything | one shot, flangst | @theowritesstuff

buoy | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

call me what you like | imagine, fluff | @sophierequests

touch | imagine, fluff | @thebadgerclan

pocketwatch | imagine, fluff | @writing-havoc

baby steps | two shot, fluff | @heathsbitch

your love could start a war | two shot, flangst | @heathsbitch

dust and rubble | one shot, flangst | @writing-havoc

grateful you're mine | imagine, fluff | @sophierequests

take my hand and don't let go | imagine, flangst | @sophierequests

honeycakes and sweetened words | one shot, fluff | @sophierequests

that sick bastard | one shot, flangst | @pregnant-piggy

underestimated | one shot, flangst | @jahayla-parker

nightmare | imagine, flangst | @bookishdream

healing hands | imagine, flangst | @talesofesther

a hot drink and a softer side than usual | imagine, fluff | @bey0nd-1he-stars

shattered paintings | one shot, fluff (bit of angst) | @writing-havoc

kiss it better | imagine, soft fluff | @jakescakeislateforourdate

sweetheart | imagine, fluff | @bloodwrittenballad

i'm getting used to you | two shot, fluff | @grimbanes (this is part 2 bc it's my favorite)

graphology | imagine, fluff | @syllvane

will you marry me | imagine, fluff | @goldengoddess

the lovers | imagine, fluff | @syllvane

heal his heart | one shot, flangst | @webslinger-holland

he just sounds like that | one shot, flangst (comfort!) | @amsgrey

we have past to bury | imagine, flangst | @the-sound-of-her-wings

someone could lose a heart tonight | one shot, flangst | @sophierequests

forgotten | two shot, angst | @ashessonfire

bad kind of butterflies | imagine, flangst | @midnight-rain-fics

without you on my mind | imagine, soft flangst | @genyakosstyk

three taps | one shot, flangst (comfort!) | @happyyyandcrazyyy

being in a relationship with kaz brekker | headcanon, fluff | @cammys-imagines24

deathly fever | one shot, flangst | @webslinger-holland

take it slow | one shot, soft fluff | @amsgrey

blood on your lies | imagine, flangst (comfort!) | @genyakosstyk

willow | two shot, fluffy flangst | @midnight-rain-fics (this is part 2!)

lavender haze | series | @auroravictorium

summer went away, still the yearning stays | imagine, flangst | @reputationgf

anger | imagine, fluff | @reve-writes

apple tree | imagine, fluff | @undiscovered-horizon

ease your mind | imagine, fluff | @lady-ashfade

the set-up | imagine, fluff | @reve-writes

over it all | one shot, flangst | @jahayla-parker

his anchor | imagine, flangst | @zepp-l1n

it's done | imagine, smut | @legends-of-apex

weakness | drabble, fluff | @messers-moony

[jahayla-parker]

Guess who’s already back???

✍️ I know I sent something in just now, but... I just got this idea!!! How about... Tom and actress!reader doing the buzzfeed kitten interview??? With Tom desperately trying to get her attention and reader not giving him the light of the day because the kittens are all she can think of? Muahahahahah 😏💜

Liaaaa! Thank you for this request for my celebration! It’s sooo cute! I hope you enjoy it; sorry it took so long!

More Than Kittens: Tom Holland X Reader

A Tom Holland x Actress!Reader / Tom Holland x Gf!Reader / Tom Holland x Co-star!Reader Fic

Summary: Tom is jealous over his co-star/actress girlfriend ignoring him when they do the Buzzfeed kitten interview for their latest film.

Warnings: Minor mentions of PTSD (as part of a movie is all, like 2 lines), Tom being cranky I guess lol.

“Ahhhh I’m so excited!” Y/n screams as Tom places his hand on her lower back to guide her into the studio through the side door.

Tom shakes his head but can’t suppress the grin on his face at seeing her in such a great mood.

“Aren’t you excited Tommy?” Y/n giggles turning to look at him over her shoulder.

Tom smiles and shrugs, causing y/n to gasp and glare playfully at him before she turns around.

“But they’re sooo cute!” Y/n argues, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Love, you haven’t even seen ‘em yet. Besides, I’m cuter” Tom teases, rubbing her lower back calmly.

“I just know they’re going to be so cute and fluffy! And cuddly! And, ahhh!” Y/n says, not noticing his flirtation yet she cuts herself off upon seeing one of the Buzzfeed workers carrying a tabby kitten over to the set.

Tom chuckles and rolls his eyes, already starting to feel jealous of the kittens they haven’t even met yet.

“Welcome y/n and Tom! We’re pleased to have you here today” the interviewer greets as they begin recording.

Tom was seated next to y/n and smiles over at her. She looks at him very briefly before something seems to catch her eye.

Her eyes widen and she stretches her arms out in front of her as if asking for a hug.

Tom’s lips curve up at the sides as he adjusts to face her more so he can embrace her.

However, just as he moves his arms ever so faintly, he hears a loud meow behind him and realizes his mistake.

Tom disappointedly lowers his arms back to his lap in a sluggish manner in order to hopefully not draw attention to his misinterpretation.

The Buzzfeed assistant sets the tiny white kitten into y/n’s arms and walks off to get out of the shot.

The kitten is instantly smushed against y/n’s giggling frame as she cradles it and stares at it in adoration.

The interviewer’s laugh pulls Tom from his despondent state before he can frown on camera.

“We’re so happy you two are here to discuss your first joint movie, Whispers of My Past directed by David Fincher” the interviewer comments and Tom smiles and nods at them, before looking over at y/n.

The interviewer laughs, “looks like Tom needs a kitten too”.

Before Tom can protest or debate correcting her as to how it was the kitten he was jealous of not y/n having a kitten, they place two kittens on the set floor near him.

Telling himself to be pouty later when it’s just them, he focuses on the interview and the promotion of their film.

“We heard it is a fairly emotional film. Is that correct?” The interviewer questions, looking up from her place behind the camera.

Y/n nods and mumbles something incoherent.

Tom laughs and with his free hand reaches out to poke her shoulder, “no one can hear you love”.

Y/n blushes and looks up at the camera shyly, “oops! Sorry, it’s just he’s soooo fluffy!”

Tom swallows a jealous groan, after all, he can’t seriously be jealous over a cat, can he?

“Ooh! But, uh.. yeah, it’s kinda intense. It deals with some really serious topics but they’re really important ones to discuss” y/n answers, scooting closer to Tom so she can pet his kitten.

“We’re very excited to see it hit theaters soon! We understand it must’ve been stressful to film such intense situations so we figured some kitten therapy would help” the interviewer laughs as more kittens get set down near them.

Tom watches as y/n’s eyes glimmer at the rambunctious variously colored kittens roaming all over the set.

“I would say you’re correct” Tom teases, shaking his head jokingly.

“Tom, your character experiences some major life events that take place during the film. Did you have any personal experiences to draw from for that?” The woman asks, continuing with the interview.

“Good question. I did actually. For example, there’s a portion of the film where Michael’s PTSD causes him to suspect everyone in his college is constantly watching him but he feels guilty about thinking that” Tom explains, rubbing the back of one of the kittens as it clutches to his shoulder.

“While not the same as PTSD, I worked with a therapist to understand what that experience was like and realized it was a similar thought I had when first entering the MCU scene. It felt like all eyes were on me and I was embarrassed for thinking that way as it felt cocky” Tom laughs nervously.

Normally this would be the point where y/n would speak up and tease that ‘all eyes were on you Tom’ but she was too distracted by the gray and black kittens that were playing together on her outstretched legs.

“I can only imagine!” The interviewer agrees, preparing to ask the next question.

“How much are these guys?” Y/n asks, rolling over so she is laying on her stomach and is face level with the kittens.

Tom laughs and shakes his head, there’s no way they’re taking a kitten home.

Especially not when she hadn’t looked at him since they arrived.

Tom questioned if he was really that offended?

He knows y/n loves him but he selfishly wanted all her attention on him not the loud balls of fluff rolling around them.

“They’re actually all adopted! We held an event where it was discussed they’d be in this segment to help get them homes” the interviewer informs them.

Y/n smiles down at the kittens, “not surprising! You little babies are soooo fun”.

“Aren’t they? Say, y/n your character Hannah had a lot of different styles of outfits and character related props throughout the film. Did you get to take anything home?” The interviewer asks, returning to her task.

Y/n smirks and nods, “aaaaccctually, there was this incredible purple jacket Hannah wears in a few scenes that I loved. I’m not sure if I was supposed to take it home…. But it is in my closet and I’ve worn it like ten times since”.

Tom laughs and nods while looking at the camera as if admitting her guilt.

The interviewer laughs and comments that she knows which jacket y/n was referring to from the clips the press had been allowed to see prior to the movies release.

“Well, Tom and y/n how was it filming the scenes were you two were enemies given your real life relationship is drastically different?” The interviewer asks as y/n flops over onto her stomach to be eye level with the kittens.

“Good question” Tom compliments as he reluctantly snuggled the kitten y/n had been holding earlier.

It wasn’t that he disliked cats but these particular kittens had stolen y/N’s attention and he wasn’t a fan of that.

“It was odd. We kept breaking character during intense scenes when we were yelling at each other. It was hard to do that. But it was a lot of fun and once we focused on the emotions our characters had behind the fight it made it more real. Then it got a bit uncomfortable in that regard. Overall though it was a weird but fun experience” Tom laughs, running his free hand through his tosseled hair.

Tom looked over at y/n to see if she was ready to answer but she had her face pressed against the belly of a multicolored kitten as she played with it.

“Y/n was much better at keeping a straight face than I was though, gotta give her props for that” Tom says proudly as he watches to see if y/n heard his compliment.

When she doesn’t move, Tom pouts and crosses his arms, “y/n?”

“Hmm?” She asked, not looking up as she was no longer aware of her surroundings.

“Looovvvee” Tom whined, his eyes glaring in her direction but mostly at the kitten she was so focused on.

His eyebrows arced downwards towards his scrunched nose as the corners of his eyelids crinkled.

“Maybe we should have done this interview before shooting those scenes” Tom joked, sulking closer to the floor as he watched y/n and the kitten.

The crew laughed as Tom reached over and poked her shoulder to get her to respond.

“What?” Y/n smiled as she looked over at her boyfriend.

Tom swallowed hard to prevent him from cracking and telling her it was just as joke as her innocent smile faded into confusion at his body language.

Her eyes darted around the room for answers when she heard everyone laughing.

She knew she’d been too focused on the kittens but it was too late to fix it now, hopefully someone would at least clue her in as to what she missed.

“See, my point exactly darling” Tom sighs, biting the inside of his lip to not laugh.

Y/n squinted at Tom, one eyebrow raised in question hoping he’d get the signal to elaborate.

Tom shakes his head and jokingly glares at the kitten in her arms causing y/N’s eyes to move from him to the kitten and back seeking an explanation.

“She asked us what it was like to film the fight scenes” Tom said, waving his hand in the air dismissively.

“Oh! Sorry! It was weird because when we argue it normally isn’t as crazy as what the movie required so we kept laughing” y/n blushes, her embarrassment forming a rose-like color to paint her cheeks.

“That’s what Tom said too. The scenes we saw certainly looked emotionally charged, so bravo to you both for how it turned out” the interviewer says as y/n cautiously strokes the kitten in an attempt to find a compromise between the kittens and the interview.

“Wait” y/n says, turning to gaze at Tom who was still pouting.

“What were you referencing when you said I proved your point?” Y/n asked, her lips tugging down at the ends in a miniature frown.

Tom pressed his lips tightly together as he looked away from her feeling guilty.

He hadn’t mean what he said, it was meant to be a joke but repeating it in this context wouldn’t come across the same.

When he didn’t answer, y/n looked around the room silently asking someone to tell her.

Everyone tried to stop their laughter and just kept staring at Tom silently.

“Tom?” Y/n asked, her head cocking to the side slightly as she focused back on him.

Before Tom could begin to ramble about what he said and how it was a joke, the kitten in her arms tilted its head as if copying y/n.

Tom burst out laughing and smacked the ground with his hand.

Y/n gave the kitten a quick kiss before looking back to Tom, “You’re not going to answer me?”

Upon seeing the kitten get the kiss he wanted, Tom immediately went back to his exaggerated grumpy state.

Tom mumbled something under his breath but no one could hear him.

“What did you say and why are you sulking? There’s literally dozens of happy kittens around us” y/n reminded him.

“I said we should’ve filmed this interview before the fight scenes to make them easier” Tom grumbles, his arms crossed in his lap.

Y/n sets the kitten down between them and stares silently at Tom trying to determine if he is being serious or not.

Tom clenched his fist in a way the camera couldn’t see in an attempt to keep his dramatic presentation going, but y/n noticed and interpreted it as a sign that he might truly be angry with her.

Y/n didn’t want to get into an argument in front of anyone, let alone with them being recorded.

Sighing, she decides to try and make a joke out of it instead.

Usually when Tom would get upset over such minor things it was due to exhaustion and teasing comments or jokes always worked.

She knew she would be risking him getting more upset with her after if he was actually mad and not just tired or joking.

But, she also recalled how, like herself, Tom was careful to not fight when others were present and it didn’t seem like him to do this.

“Well, then I think it might be time to bring a new guy into my life” y/n smirks, reaching for a kitten she believes to be a boy.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head no, “no kittens, we don’t have room and they’re too distracting for you”.

“I think I’ll have room” y/n teases, setting the female kitten down and grabbing another.

“Oh?” Tom asks, still pouting but looking at her with his adorable pleading coffee colored eyes.

Y/n nods and turns the kitten around to check if it was a boy or not, “the new man in my life will enjoy taking over your old side of the king sized bed”.

Tom’s jaw drops open prompting the suppressed laughter from the crew to get louder.

“Are you actually suggesting you’re replacing me with a cat? Why?!” Tom argues, his eyes still not returning to their normal size.

Y/n smirks and shrugs, making eye contact with Tom through her peripheral vision.

“I think this little guy will do!” She cheers, holding up the male kitten as if it was in the Lion King.

“I knew this interview was a bad idea” Tom grumbles, “I’m being replaced by a cat”.

“A kitten actually, in other words, you’re being replaced by a much younger new man in my life” y/n giggles, bringing the kitten back to her chest.

Tom chuckles and shakes his head, unsure what to make of this turn of events.

“That’s why I’m being replaced? For a newer model?” He probes, raising his eyebrow at her as he crosses his arms yet again.

“Mmm, no. Just making a point. Mr…” y/n says, pausing to examine the hall of fluff in her hands and making note of it’s tiger-like coloring.

“Tiger…. Hmmm… Tommy the tiger!” y/n giggles as she poked the Savannah kitten’s cheek softly.

“HE’S GETTING MY GIRL AND MY NAME?!” Tom blurts loudly, forgetting everyone was there.

Y/n covers her mouth to hide her laughter at his outburst of jealousy over a kitten.

“He has brown eyes” y/n shrugs innocently, grinning over at Tom.

“Pretty comparable swap” the interviewer laughs.

Tom scoffs and shakes his head as he looks between the devil cat, y/n, and the interviewer in disbelief.

“Hmm, as long as he doesn’t get mad over little tiny innocent animals” y/n coos, petting the kitten in question.

“You wouldn’t treat me like that would you Tommy the Tiger?” Y/n asks, her tongue pressing against the inside of her bottom teeth to keep from smiling or laughing.

“That’s why?” Tom frowns.

“I can’t help that! The stinking cat stole your attention” Tom argues, hanging his head.

Laughing softly, she kisses the kitten before setting it down in Tom’s lap.

Tom glances up and gives y/n a confused look.

“He’s not replacing you dork! Just calm down and pet him” y/n laughs.

Tom pretends to hesitate before dragging his hand over the kitten’s head.

The kitten snuggles up into Tom causing everyone, himself included, to awe.

“See” y/n smirks, “kittens are much sweeter and more cuddly than you so they deserve my attention”.

Tom’s jaw drops again and he kindly sets Tommy the Tiger to the side before he stands up and walks across the few feet of distance between y/n and him.

Upon reaching y/n he plops himself back down and envelopes her in a tight hug.

Y/n laughs and tries to squirm free but he firmly but tenderly holds onto her frame and shakes his head.

“Tooomm!!! If I confess I like you better than the kittens will you stop squeezing the air out of me?” Y/n teases, tilting her head to look up at him.

Tom pretends to ponder it for a moment before a smirk forms on his face.

“Confess hmm?” Tom smirks, letting go of her body and leaning back on his hands beside him.

Y/n blushes and rubs her neck as she looks at the kittens before shrugging softly.

Tom smiles and gently pulls her in for a regular hug this time, whispering “I love you” in her ear.

“Alright well we have time for one last question. While it cannot be Tommy the Tiger as he’s already been adopted! Will you two now be planning on getting a kitten together?” The interviewer asks as the crew begins grabbing the straggler kittens who’d wandered towards the edges of the set.

“Yes” y/n says at the same time as Tom responds with a definite “no”.

Everyone laughs and Tom smiles down at y/n, his arm not leaving her body now that he finally has her attention.

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“Thank you both” the interviewer says one last time as y/n and Tom grabbed their personal belongings.

“Absolutely, it was a blast!” Y/n cheers.

Tom laughs, “next time just warn me”.

“Are you really against getting kittens?“ y/n asked as Tom held her hand tightly.

Tom laughed and shook his head, “I had a feeling you’d ask that. Love, no I’m not but I also know how busy we both are and it doesn’t seem fair to the kitten to bring them into that”.

Y/n nodded and have Tom a soft smile, “I agree, I just was thinking… you know… maybe in the future”.

Tom’s cheeks emblaze with a fiery red as his smile grows deeper, “definitely in our future my love”.

Y/n grins and lays her head on Tom’s shoulder as they continue their walk.

“Hey so, Baz was telling me about this restaurant that isn’t too far-“ Tom says, stoping when y/n raises her head and steps away from him.

“Baby?” Tom asks, facing her.

She holds up her pointer finger before covering her mouth as she sneezes.

Tom smirks as he watches her sneeze at least ten times in a row.

“Told you those kittens were evil” Tom teases.

“They weren’t evil, just-” she says, sneezing again, “very furry”.

“To be fair love, I don’t think you’re supposed to inhale them” he laughs, prompting y/n to push his shoulder playfully.

“Come here my sneezy girl” Tom smiles, his hand around her waist guiding her back to him.

“I love you Tom” y/n whispers as they begin walking again.

“More than kittens?” Tom presses.

“More than kittens” y/n concedes, laughing at his childish inquiry.

“Good because I love you more than kittens too” he says, his lips against her cheek, “even the ones we’ll adopt together in a few years”.

Tom can’t help but feel a warmth take over him as he see her glowing reaction.

While he always said he’s a dog person, if adopting every stray kitten in the world meant he got to spend the rest of his life with y/n, it was easily worth it to him.

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[theslayerofthevampires]

Happy Valentine’s Day 🥰

I love this so much thank you 🥰 happy Valentine's Day J!! 💙💜

[lnfours]

Protective!jealous!Tom x reader when she meets his family (or spends time with them again after having met briefly before) and notices his brothers all find her attractive and keep trying to get her attention?

i’m just now getting around to all my requests 😩 but yes. protective!jealous!tom is my kryptonite

talk to me about tom

you were nervous to meet tom’s family, even after countless amounts of reassuring that you were perfect and they’d all love you. nonetheless, it still made your legs shake with anxiety as you sat in the passenger seat of his car, catching you in his peripheral before he placed his warm hand on your thigh.

“you’ll be just fine, love,” he gave you a warm smile, “plus, just from what they’ve heard, they all love you already.”

you let out a breath as tom pulled up to his childhood home. maybe he was right and you were just overthinking things. just take a breath, you’ll be okay.

he parked the car and grabbed your hands, “you okay, darling?”

you nodded, “just nervous, that’s all.”

he smiled as he leaned forward, brushing a piece of hair that fell into your face before moving his hand to cup your cheek, “you’re perfect. just be yourself.”

you smiled and leaned into his palm, nodding, “thank you.”

“no need to thank me, it’s what i’m here for.”

you smiled as he opened the car door, running around to your side to open your door for you as well.

you grabbed the tray of cookies from the back as he led you into the house, refusing to come empty handed to the dinner his family was nice enough to invite you to. you walked in and was immediately greeted by everyone, your worries washing away with how welcoming they all were.

you were too lost in conversation with nikki to hear harry’s comment, “she’s fit, bro.”

tom gave his two twin brothers a side eye, rolling his eyes as sam nodded with his brother. paddy, on the other hand, gave them both a disgusted look.

“c’mon, mate! that’s our brother’s girlfriend.” the youngest holland said.

“i can’t help that she’s fit,” sam laughed, “you’ll understand when you’re older.”

tom was slowly turning red, his eyes landing on you as you sat down next to him on the couch. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, grabbing your face and kissing you. you were shocked, but kissed him back regardless.

you looked at him with a raised eyebrow after pulling away, nikki calling everyone to dinner. the twins stood and walked to the dining room, him taking your hand and helping you up.

“what was that for?” you asked lowly.

“my brothers are annoying.” he rolled his eyes.

you bummed as paddy defended himself, “don’t rope me into that!”

you and tom laughed as he pulled his younger brother into his side, ruffling his hair, “which is why you’re my favorite.”

[tomdutch]

Okay don’t know if this was about toxic fathers and avoiding similar taste for that reason cause preach or if just taste in music being similar to parents in general but either way it is a mood 😂

help yeah my dad is a piece of shit! so i cant fully enjoy certain songs bc i know he also likes them 🧍🏽‍♀️

[justapurrcat]

Sending love 💜

Sending it all right back to you, darling, I love you 💜