I need something based on your pretty baby tag for harry like the reader calling him it and him blushing and idk I just need something please come through
“You’re real pretty, you know that?”
It comes out of no where. It’s 1am and he’s jet lagged and she’s tired but she’s been missing him so she refused to go to sleep alone. All he was doing was washing dishes and all she’s been doing is leaning against the breakfast bar and watching him, admiring him. He’s been humming a tune she doesn’t recognise and she’s noticing all his little mannerisms that she doesn’t think he even realises he does, like how he bops his head along to the song his humming or how he smiles a little at something he was thinking about and she always hoped it was her. At her disrupt of the comfortable quiet by her off handed complement, he’s drying his soapy hands on a tea-towel and turning around to lean against the counter with a soft smile playing on his lips.
She’s looking up at him through tired eyes. Chin rested on her hands, hands rested on the counter top. She can tell he’s teasing her but frankly she can’t seem to care because he’s stood there in nothing but sweatpants, arms crossed lazily, hair messy, cheeks just slightly flushed and he’s looking at her with these eyes that are so full of love it stuns her for a second. He’s just so damn pretty.
“Mhm, like a 90′s heartthrob. Leo in the Titanic kinda pretty.”
“I’m as pretty as Leo in Titanic? I don’t believe that for a second.”
He’s all but grinning now as the feigned disbelief in his voice makes her giggle. Walking over to sit on the stool next for her, he matches her stance. Chin on hands, hands on counter. She turns to rest her cheek on her hands to look at him and he does the same to look at her, brushing her hair out of her face.
“ Uh huh, prettier even. Makes me mad sometimes, that you’re so pretty, because y’know ever else sees it too, how pretty you are. I mean how could they miss it?”
“But I’m only yours, yeah baby? I’m yours and you’re mine.”
Nodding, she reaches one hand over to cup his jaw and run her thumb over him cheek. His eyes close at the affection and his shoulders visibly relax.
“My pretty baby”
It’s whispered, almost like he wasn’t supposed to hear it, and her voice is so full of love he almost can’t handle it. Doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve to be loved this good. Doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve her. The quiet affection has his eyes fluttering open and it paints his cheeks a subtle pink, it makes his chest tight with love.
“Yeah sweet girl, I’m your pretty baby.”
They don’t know how long they sat like that, quiet and tired and so happy, but they know there’s not a place in the world they’d rather be. Could spend forever alone together. A pretty boy and a pretty girl and so much love.
A/N: Sorry i haven’t been active lately just end of school things but i am officially a high school graduate, however that also means that I have a lot of time on my hand. so please send in requests or ask me anything.
“I smell snow” I take a deep breath in.
“…What?” he asks. We’re both walking down the side walk his
arm around my shoulder, mine around his waist. It’s early December and as per
usual Tom and I are on our usual walk, for one hour every day we try to take an
hour out of our busy schedule to just spend time with each other.
“I smell snow” I repeat, a wistful tone within my voice. “Alright,
am I dating Lorelai Gilmore now?” he jokingly states, pulling me closer and
kissing my forehead. “Oh shut up, can’t you smell it though?” I skip forward
and spin around, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer to me. Winter has
become my favourite part of the year, coming from a place that does not have
snow all year round, then coming here, to London; the snow is magical. He chuckles
at my excitement, wraps his arms around me “I believe that, that the smelling
of the snow is a thing only you and a fictional character are capable of,” He states
while pushing my hair back behind my ears, leaning forward placing his forehead
against mine, “However I believe that it is one of the many things that I love
about you” he mumbles, only I can hear it, and he pulls back slightly just
enough to kiss my forehead. “oh really? What else do you love about me?” I whisper
back, slightly in a daze by how intense his eyes are. “Well if you want to find
that out we would have to go back to either your place or mine.” He smirks as
soon as he sees the flustered effect that those words had one me.
Tom and I have been together for 2 years now, many people
expected us to fail and break up already but they were strongly mistaken. We have
a big age gap that my parents weren’t too happy about it but after seeing how
well we communicate with each other mum and dad just couldn’t find a flaw to
it. Being in the public eye was difficult, however it somehow never affected
We met on a small tv show, I just moved away from home, the
most impulsive thing that I have ever done and although it was my first acting
gig and it was a bit intimate Tom never once made me feel uncomfortable. Most people,
once they found out about the relationship immediately thought that it was because
of all the intimate scenes that we had together, however that was not the case.
As I was young, I am young, I took adjusting to the acting
life a bit difficult. I over worked myself and I was in a bad place and Tom was
the one to find me and help me he fixed me and for once I was able to open up
fully to a guy and fully trust him with my heart and with Tom it was easy and
yes that was scary but we got through it, together.
“Hey what’s going on through that pretty little head of
yours?” Tom’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “nothing that’s important” I mumble
back, pulling myself into him giving him a hug, “oh now come on everything
thing is important to me when it comes to you” he pulls away slightly bringing
me back to his side and continuing our walk. “wow how long did it take you to
come up with that one?” I chuckle causing him to laugh along. After some
silence I decided to give him an answer, “If I’m Lorelai Gilmore, does that
mean you’re my Luke Danes?” in the most serious tone I can give. He looks to me
confused at where the sudden question came from, “your question earlier? You asked
me what was going on in my head well that’s what was going through my head” he
laughs, a full belly laugh, with his head thrown back after a few moments of both
of us laughing we calm down. “I pretty sure my exact words were pretty little
head” after that the laughing starts up again.
We may have an age gap but we work well together. We get each
other’s jokes and understand what the other is thinking and feeling.
I smell snow and the snow is such a magical thing.
I recently deleted my blog accidentally and I’m looking for discourse free klance blogs to follow; can you recommend any? :’)
I’m so sorry;; I don’t really follow Voltron blogs, unless it’s the art blogs (I love those guys), but I wish I could help– If anyone sees this and are holding discourse-free klance blogs, or know good ones, please share them with us? :D Pretty pleaaase