An Actual Conversation Between Lily Evans and James Potter

*James Potter is dead*

Lily Evans: Hang on I got this

Lily Evans: Ahem WOLFSTAR ISN’T REAL AND SIRIUS AND REMUS ARE STRAIGHT

James Potter: *back from the grave* DInG dOnG yOU ArE wROng

Lily Evans: and he’s back

Tom Holland as Peter Parker/Spider-Man, reblog if you agree

What’s My Name? (Tom Holland Smut)

Originally posted by tom-holla

request: “Hey I loved your Tom smut I was wondering if you would write something where the reader accidentally calls him Peter during sex and is super embarrassed but he’s kind of into it” (requested by anon)

short summary: ^^

length: 1.3k words (sorry it’s kinda shorter than i envisioned tbh :/)

warnings: none it’s p straightforward

A/N: i’m ngl i laughed as I was writing this like this whole concept just busts my chops lol enjoy (also i kept listening to what’s my name as i wrote this hah shoutout to rihanna my queen)


The time that you’d been spending with Tom in New York was everything you dreamed of and more. Having never been to the city before, it was quite the adventure and you were always happy to be with your boyfriend before one of you had to jet off for work or school.

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Dating Shawn Mendes Would Include
  • FOREHEAD KISSES OH MY GOD SO MANY
  • when he’s really tired he becomes a koala
  • head in your neck
  • his hair would kind of be across the bottom of your cheeks and in your neck and just kind of everywhere but its like ok bc his hair can stop wars
  • his lips would press to your neck during these cuddling sessions
  • YOU WOULD GET TO SEE HIM SLEEP
  • his long eyelashes laying on his cheeks
  • his hair would be curlier and messier than normal
  • his cheeks would b THE CUTEST COLOR OF PINK/RED ALMOST LIKE ROSES
  • his skin would be kind of hot too like not warm but burning
  • he wouldn’t let u go while your sleeping either
  • he would groan if u had to leave
  • hIS GrOGGy aSS vOiCE
  • after like a month of dating and spending a lot of time together he would want you to meet his family bc they mean a lot to him but so do u and he is so proud to have found someone like u awwww
  • before he kisses you his BIG ASS HANDs would hold you face or your cheeks
  • i feel like he’s the jealous type
  • and because he’s a leo,,, he wants to be the ‘dominant’ one in the relationship whatever tf that means
  • tracing his tattoos oH LORd
  • homeboy can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s in the mod ;)
  • your friends would send him videos of u singing his songs and he would have THE MOST smug smile on his face
  • bc his gf/bf is whipped for him
  • when he comes home y’all are attached at the hip for the first three days
  • telling u all the places he wants to take u some day
  • you just love watching him perform because he looks so incredibly happy and you live for that smile of his
  • bear hugs when you haven’t seen each other in a while
  • “Shawnnn you’re crushing me.”
  • “Sorry sweetheart, I just missed you so much.”
  • singing to you when you can’t sleep
  • 80% of his songs being about you
  • watching him work out
  • when he doesn’t have to get up early, u can bet you’re staying in bed with him the whole morning
  • trying to cook something as simple as pasta but somehow burning it??
  • blowing kisses at you and vise versa
  • ranting to you about how canada is so much better than any other country
  • trying to teach you how to play guitar
  • wearing Shawn’s merch because you’re a proud girlfriend
  • never really getting into big arguments
  • he only time you guys really bicker is because Shawn overworks himself too much and you get worried
  • on the rare occasions you guys do get into an argument, both of you usually just need a little space and an hour later you guys say sorry and make up
  • Shawn not even giving girls that flirt with him the time of day because literally no one compares to you in his eyes
  • you not even noticing when a guy flirts with you because Shawn is your one and only
  • noticeable hickeys
  • “These are gonna be a bitch to cover up,” Shawn grumbles while looking in your direction
  • you just winking at him and planting a kiss on his cheek
  • you being one of the first people to hear his new music
  • “Your fans are going to freak when they hear this masterpiece Shawny”
  • constantly supporting each other in any new endeavors
  • late night talks about random things
  • Him looking at you backstage while he sings your favorite song
  • Having wand duels
  • His face of awe when he sees what your wearing to a red carpet
  • Being invited to go on his world tour
  • Butterfly kisses
  • Passionate kisses
  • Spending hours in Barnes and Noble
  • Netflix binge watching when he comes home
  • Facetime dates while he’s gone
  • Going live on his YouNow with him
  • Good night and good morning texts
  • Snapchats where he uses the funniest filters
  • His fans coming up to you and taking pictures with you both
  • Having him with you while you get your first tattoo, or just another tattoo
  • Spending hours just reading on a couch together
  • Frequent trips to Lush
  • Waiting for him at the airport along with his fans
  • Him always comforting you when the hate comments get to you.
  • You always touch his hair.
  • Both of you constantly singing in the car.
  • Lots of cuddling.
  • You being considered as a power couple.
  • People being jealous of you. - When you have a nightmare he holds you while you talk about it.
  • Shawn always braiding your hair, and he gets really good at it.
  • jamming to drake during a long car ride
  • Having a small wedding for friends and family only
Flirt With Me (Peter Parker X Reader)

Requested: No

Word Count: 1 475

A/N: Okay, but doesn’t love Peter? This is my first Marvel fanfic and I am sure that there is more to come! Thanks so much for waiting and, as always, I hope you enjoy!

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You felt a rush of relief as the bell rang, fleeing from the classroom in a hurry, hoping to lose Flash Thompson, who was hot on your heels, in the crowd. 

You run through the halls of the school, desperately trying to find your best friend Peter Parker. You spot the colour of his favourite sweatshirt out of the corner of your eye and skid to a halt in front of the glass library doors. You peered inside and sure enough, Peter was sitting alone at one of the desks, studying for an upcoming test. 

You look back and forth feeling frantic, your hair whipping wildly as you checked to see if Flash was near. He was nowhere in sight. You were safe, for the time being. 

You hurriedly push open the heavy doors of the library, the hinges squeaking rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her desk and glared at you. You smiled apologetically before hurrying over to Peter and slipping into the seat next to him. 

“Oh, hi (Y/N)-” 

“Peter.” you gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the running. He tilts his head as he looks at you, confused. 

“Are you alright? Why are you panting? Oh no, do we have to run a mile today in PE? Dang it.” 

“No no, it’s not that. It’s Thompson,” you answer, shaking your head. Peter’s eyes flare at the mention of the name but the action remains unnoticed by you.

 “What did the idiot do this time?” he asks, sighing and balling his hands into tight fists. 

“He keeps asking me out even though I’ve told him that I wasn’t interested countless times,” you say in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But he won’t leave me alone. He sat next to me in History for the past hour and he just wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I wish I could just take his head and-” 

You made a violent gesture in mid air and Peter smiled at your behaviour.

“Ugh, aren’t boys just revolting.” he remarks, making you smile. 

“Please, tell me about it.” You shake your head in disgust. “And I’m pretty sure he’s following me now. He’ll probably find me soon…oh no.” 

Your voice trails off and both you and Peter spot Flash approaching the library, swaggering through that halls as if he owned the place. Peter glared at him as he got closer. In his opinion, that kid was way worse than any bank robber he had ever webbed up. 

You grabbed his shoulder and he looked down at your hand, startled by your sudden action. 

“Arg, he’s coming! I need to hide!” you yelp, looking around wildly for a place to hide but to no avail. You were out in plain sight. You flinched as you heard the doors of the library open and looked at Peter for help. And then, an incredibly stupid idea pops into your head. 

“Flirt with me.” you whisper, instantly regretting everything. 

Saying that he looked shocked would have been the understatement of the century. 

“Er - what?” he exclaimed, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Flash entered rather obnoxiously loudly into the library. He was apologizing to the cranky librarian and you quickly explained your oh so stupid plan to Peter. 

“If he sees I’m taken, he won’t ever try to make a move again.” you explain quickly, feeling yourself heat up and Peter looks at you skeptically, his blush fading. 

“(Y/N), are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

Flash starts to walk towards your table and your grip on Peter’s arm tightens. 

“Please.” 

He nods slightly and clears his throat, scooting himself closer to you. 

“So, uh, do you come here often?” he asks in a low voice and you stare at him before bursting out into laughter. 

“Is that honestly the best thing you’ve got?” you ask through giggles. “Gee, you’re just as awkward as I am.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, at least I’ve got you laughing now. It’s makes everything more convincing.” 

But he was right. Flash was eyeing the two of you, looking agitated and envious. 

“And no, this is my best line… You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and that’s the least interesting thing about you.” he whispers, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. 

Your mind goes totally blank as you stare into his eyes, trying to clear your throat to say something witty back at him but you couldn’t think. Instead, to your horror, you feel your face flush as you continued to get lost in his eyes. 

“Perfect! I’ve got you blushing now too!” Peter observes, looking quite satisfied with himself. This simply deepened your blush and he chuckled. It was definitely odd, seeing this confident side of Peter, but you had to say that you were enjoying it, maybe even a little too much. 

“You’re a great actress, (Y/N).” he whispers with a grin and you nod unconsciously. 

“Er, yeah. Acting…” 

“How’s our victim?” he whispers into your ear, drawing you even closer to him, if possible. 

“Uh, h-he’s looking absolutely furious.” you stutter, finally managing to get a full sentence out. You mentally scold yourself, you weren’t going to let him know that he was making you melt and feel absolutely flustered. “He should be gone soon.” 

“Good, let’s keep at it then.” he murmurs, taking your hand gently and looking at you through his lashes. Your heart beat quickened as Peter placed his lips on your knuckles, kissing them lightly. 

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a galaxy.” he said lazily against the back of your hand and tried your best to refrain yourself from shaking at his touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of what his soft lips would feel like against your own… 

“That’s so cliché.” you say feeling awfully breathless and he smiles once again before lifting his head back up to meet your eyes. 

“It is indeed. But it’s also true.” he replied, without breaking his character. You knew that if you had been standing, your legs would’ve failed you. “I was always told that nobody was perfect, but you’re clearly the exception. However, there is one thing I want to change about you.” 

“W-what?” you question, stuttering again. 

“Your last name.”

You desperately tried to think of a clever comeback but you couldn’t, it was as if your brain had been turned to mush. Once again you were at a loss of words, something you prided yourself of not happening. Your best friend gave you a reassuring smile before gesturing towards where Flash was standing, asking you to check if he was still there. The other boy was nowhere in sight. Thank the heavens, he was gone. But you also felt a pang of disappointment when you realized that Peter’s charade would soon come to an end… 

“He’s gone. Flash is gone.” you whisper incoherently, and Peter’s face lights up with a huge grin. 

“Yes! You’re plan worked (Y/N)!” Peter cheered happily, dropping the low, seductive voice he had used merely seconds ago.

“Are you alright?” he inquired when you don’t cheer with him. 

“Y-yeah. I’m great.”

To your dismay, he scooted away from you and began to pack up his things before standing up. 

“I feel like I allured you with my awkwardness rather than flirting with you.” Peter said, chuckling as he swung his backpack on effortlessly. “On his behalf, Flash was a complete idiot to believe any of that, I do hope I was convincing enough.” 

He frowns slightly and you nod your head furiously. 

“Uh, yeah! You were great! Could’ve fooled me!” you squeaked, trying yourself to sound as convincing as possible. Peter didn’t seem to notice how significantly higher your voice had become. 

“He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” he says with a grin. 

“Yeah, hopefully. Thank you, Peter.” 

“No problem! And if he does bug you again, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help again. We make a pretty good team of actors, if I do say myself.” 

“Mhmm. Thanks again.” 

“Anything for you (Y/N). Well, I better get going. The ‘Stark internship’, y'know?” he says with a wink before running off to become his alter web shooting ego. 

You remained in the library, still glued to your seat. Your heart was still racing at a feverish pace. You place your hand on your cheek and to your surprise, find yourself still blushing, your cheek burning like fire. 

Was Peter Parker just that good at flirting or had you fallen for your best friend?

*****

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Good Morning | A Tom Holland Imagine

Tom Holland x Reader
Words: 2,297
TV: PG-14

The sun slowly rises over the edge of the painted windowsill. His mother thought that the color was far too white when they purchased the house, so now a creamy off-white covers the old wood. It smells a little like rain inside his old room as a breeze flows through the crack in the window. The blankets shift around you, but you’re still sound asleep. It would be easy to let yourself stay away in your dreams, but as a gentle hand rested on your shoulder and rubbed a soft thumb up and down over your skin, you knew that he back of your eyelids were nothing compared to the dream laying right in front of you.

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As you opened your eyes you saw Tom. His eyes were barely open, his hair a mess of waves and curls all over his head. Lips pulled upwards into a sort of groggy grin. His skin warmed you underneath the comforter. His parents kept the house so cold, but you didn’t really notice when Tom had his arms wrapped around you all through the night, even when you tossed and turned. He moved a little closer to you so that your noses were almost touching, the details of his face starting to blur with the short distance between the two of you. He moved his hand from the top of your shoulder to cup your blushing cheek. Tom leaned in and gave you a soft good morning peck on the lips. You hummed against his and that make him let out a little laugh.

“Hello Tom,” you gave him a slight eskimo kiss. He closed his eyes a little bit as you did that, and then smiled a little more once you pulled away and bit your bottom lip. 

The room was doused in a honey glow, and so were the tops of his cheeks, but in a different sense. All thing lay still as the two of you gathered energy form one another to seek something outside of the bed. His old belongings still sat on the shelves. Pictures of him throughout his 10 year career. In a tutu, in mud, in a mustache you so enjoyed on him. The only thing that was different was the bedding. These had to be new sheets and new blankets because they were more comfortable than any hotel bedroom the two of you had ever shared. You moved in closer so that his chin was at your forehead and your nose was laying hot air against his bare chest. He hadn’t worn a shirt, but he did wear black sleep pants to bed. They were very soft as well.

“How did you sleep?” He nearly whispered the words, let them be the very first caring and loving words he’d say to you today. He rubbed your skin with a feather of a touch, and it very nearly tickled.

“Fine…” You said groggily in a light tone as you rubbed the crust of your dream from your eyes. A remnant of what you had forgotten the moment you opened your eyes and saw Tom laying right before you.

“What shall we do today? The sun is actually shining for once.” His voice was low and smooth. It was obvious he had been awake a little longer than you, watching peace kiss over every feature of yours until his hand disturbed your sleep. He kissed your forehead and brought you into his arm. You sighed happily.

“I think we should go for a walk. You can tell me all about your life growing up here. Where you went to school, where you met Harrison, where you had your first kiss…” He loved the way your voice fell upon his chest. The vibrations woke his heart and played a song on his rib cage that the blood pumping through him would tune their beat to. His eyes closed fully, and as you spoke he almost fell back asleep. Having you in his arms, at home, with your bodies so wonderfully entwined, made him think about how lucky he was. “Tom?”

“Yes- (y/n). I am awake, love.” When he was sleepy or groggy, the pet names became more common. He let out a heavy breath that fell onto the top of your head, his chest pushing out onto yours made you feel like you were truly engaged in the cycle of him. “I think a walk would be lovely.”

“You know what else would be lovely?” You tilted your head up and pulled yourself just a little bit out of his grasp so you could really look at him. His jaw was sharp, bold. His eyes a a little more open now than previously. You noted a few hints of a real mustache growing on his upper lip. You freed your hand and ran a finger over it. He shook his head a little bit and smiled. “If you kissed me.”

Tom leaned in to give you a kiss on the mouth, but you placed that roaming finger over his lips to stop him.

“What is it now? You said a kiss, dahling.” His tone sounded a little offended, his eyes showing that and then something else- intrigue.

“You are correct, but I didn’t say where, Holland.” You pulled your finger away from his lips and set the tip on your forehead. “Here.”

So he kissed you on your forehead, slowly, lightly. Like he was trying to leave a love spot, but it was unsuccessful and you were glad. How would you explain it to his parents.

“Is that all, love?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. You shook your head innocently and smiled. “Where else?”

“Here, please.” You pointed to your nose, which he obliged with an peck right on the tip, followed by a long muah sound.

“That was very polite.” He said.

“I always mind my manners, Tom…” You said, shifting your arm to be a little lower and closer to your body. You set your fingertip on your lips. “Now he-”

But he had kissed the word away from your lips, stolen like the hours of the night you two had shared. Your face softened into one close to the peaceful expression you assumed when your mind was off in dreamland. You had always loved dreaming, loved going away to your own little world filled with nothing but happy endings, but this was so much better. 

His lips were slick and tender. You let your hair tangle behind you on the pillow as he moved to be laying on top of you so that he could fill your soul with his love for you. His tongue graced over the end of your lips just enough for you to take the hint and let him ghost over your tongue. It made you lean up toward him, your hands finding his hair to delve your fingers into the curls and pull just slightly on the roots as his hips pushed down onto yours. He had incited a moan that really helped to wake you up. You brought your legs to wrap around his torso, which made him push down harder against you. You turned your head to get some air, and he grunted just a little as you pulled his head down onto your neck.

“Here,” you moaned just a little as you spoke, and he smiled against your skin. 

Right as his momentum started to rise, there were three light knocks on the bedroom door. Tom’s eyes shot open as he adjusted to look at you. The blush across your skin was running at a thousand degrees, and his pants would need to be more than adjusted before he stood up to answer the door. He simply moved to sit up next to you, you did the same.

“Who is it?” He asked in an inconspicuous tone, but as his Dad, Dominic, popped open the door, his eyes scanned the room like a robot searching for life. Tom’s blue staffy, Tessa, scooted from between the space of the door and his father’s legs to jump onto the bed and between Tom and you. Tom played it cool by giving his father a small wave, but it was obvious Dominic knew what was going on in that bedroom. “Hi Dad.”

“I just wanted to let you know that Sam and Harry took Tessa for a long walk, but it seemed she hasn’t quite calmed down yet. You mother cooked breakfast about 45 minutes ago, and Paddy is at a play-date today. I thought you two love birds might like to know what the rest of the world was up to today.”

“Thank you, Mr. Holland.” You said in a friendly and almost chipper tone. His energy brought an air of ease into the room when you and Tom had filled it with tension. Dominic shook his head and waved a hand at you. 

“No Mr. Holland business. Call me Dom, or Dad. We’ve talked about this, (y/n).” He was so happy that you had come to visit them with Tom, and if Tom had flown you all the way out to Kingston upon the Thames, it meant he was very serious about a long-term relationship with you. 

“Okay, Dom. Thank you.” You smiled and waved goodbye as he exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him. “I can’t believe he closed the door after himself.”

Tom was petting Tessa at the time, eyes focused on her little bent ears. He grinned the entire time he looked at her. He let little kisses to the top of her smooth head and booped his nose against her wet one. When he looked up to you he felt sheepish. “I’m sorry, love. I wasn’t listening to you.”

“I can’t really blame you with this beauty in the room.” When you set your hand on Tessa, she turned her entire body really quickly to lick your face clean. You laughed and gently urged her away. “Okay! Okay! I love you too, Tessa.”

Tessa wagged her very large tail so happily against the blanket that it left a divot. You slid form under the covers and stood from the bed. You had worn a nightgown that was modest enough for bathroom breaks in the middle of the night, but silky a sheen enough for Tom to not have found it very easy to keep from smoothing his fingers across you all night as he slept. When you stretched a little bit of the bottom of your butt peaked from beneath your gown. Tom whistled and when you threw his black shirt from off of the ground at him, a wide and cheeky smile appeared from beneath it.

“You look lovely. The morning light caught in the light strands of your hair. The bags beneath your eyes seemingly rested…” He was partially complimenting you, while also being very much himself in talking about your eye bags.

“They’re pretty bad, huh?” You asked as you searched your suit case for some clothes to change into after you took a shower. When you turned to face Tom he had put on the shirt, cuddled up to Tessa, and was nodding his head at your rhetorical question. “You look handsome.”

“This mop? Not likely…” He sad pointing a finger form his free hand to the top of his head. You walked over a ruffled a hand over it. “Hey!”

“I like that mop of yours. I absolutely adore your curls.” You said pressing a kiss onto his forehead. When you turned away he took your hand and pulled you back down to him. 

“I absolutely adore you.” He caressed your cheek as he pulled you across his lap. Tessa moved over to your side of his bed easily, preoccupied with a toy she’d found somewhere in the room at some point. “I think I Iove you?”

“I’d hope so, or else this is one elaborate booty call.” You were teasing, and kind of thought he was too with the way he set his emotions out for you. The look in his eyes was tender though, passionate. Loving, if you wanted to put an exact name on it. “Oh.”

“I am very much serious right now.” He didn’t look away fro your eyes, didn’t let his hands leave your skin even for a second. Tom set his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “I love you, (y/n). With all of my Englishman heart.”

“I love you,” you said without hesitation. He leaned away from you and started to smile, but you were already beaming. “Tom Holland, I love you!”

This time, you kissed him, and it was full of sunshine and daisies and every happy second the two of you had ever spent together. It was full of text messages, and emojis, and FaceTimes, and yesterdays, and tomorrows. It was full of an I do now and forever more. You thought about how this was the way you would kiss him on your wedding day and that made you push him back onto the mound of pillows at the head of his bed to speckle his face with kisses. When you pulled away it almost looked like tiny hearts were floating around his head. You smiled.

“I think that if you kiss me again, we’ll never get out of this bedroom.” Tom said, brushing some hair behind your ear so that he could see your face fully before cupping a cheek in his hand. You kissed his palm, sighed onto his love line.

“Would that be so bad?” You asked in a sultry, and honestly curious tone. He shook his head while he grinned, laying a perfect kiss to the tip of your nose.

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t be.”

Mornings with boyfriend!Tom
  • Tom always gets up first, because you’re more of a night owl who will do anything to stay in bed for 5 more minutes.
  • He always turns off his alarm as quickly as possible in hopes that it won’t disturb you
  • It never works, but you appreciate the effort.
  • He rolls over and stretches, and reaches a hand out to touch your arm or back (or a couple times it’s been your butt), whatever he can reach. 
  • He gets out of bed and gets in the shower while you snuggle back into the sheets, not ready to face the world yet.
  • You can hear Tom’s music through the wall, but it doesn’t bother you.
  • Some mornings he sings along and those are your favorite.
  • When he comes back from the bathroom he leans in and wakes you up properly with a kiss to your cheek.
  • “Good morning, darling.”
  • You groan in response but roll over and sit up anyway, rubbing your eyes tiredly.
  • Every morning Tom thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s seen in his damn life.
  • Tom gets dressed as you stumble your way into the bathroom
  • Sometimes you shower, sometimes you showered the night before.
  • If you wear makeup, you put it on and think about that one time you combed Tom’s unruly eyebrow for him, and how not even ten minutes later it was fluffed up again and you were like how??
  • By the time you’re done in the bathroom Tom is in the kitchen making coffee and finding breakfast for the two of you.
  • You get dressed and meet him in there, thanking him with a peck on the lips as he hands you your coffee.
  • He makes some eggs while you pop some bread in the toaster and make little yogurt parfaits
  • It’s quiet and relaxed and the morning sun filters in through the window and you can see the dew on the grass outside.
  • Tom hums softly in front of the stove, smiling at you when you make eye contact and you wonder how the hell this boy managed to make you like mornings so much

Because I don’t know what else to post, have a confused Tom Holland aka me in maths class ☕️ I’m failing everything 🙃

Surprises (Tom Holland Imagine)

Originally posted by tomhollandhollaatme

request: “Do you think you can write a tom holland x reader where they are dating and she surprises him on set in his trailer…” (requested by anon)

short summary: ^^^with a funny lil twist lmao

length: 1.4k words

warnings: i didnt label this as smut bc it’s not inherently smutty and i didn’t rlly  write any legit smut in here, this is mostly fluffy shits.

A/N: i didn’t put the whole request above bc i didn’t wanna spoil the whole thing but the anon knows who they are hope u like it bud kinda short but eh also sorry i suck at titles


“Thanks Harrison,” you smiled gratefully as he led you into Tom’s trailer on set.

“Of course, Tom’s been whining about how much he’s been missing you so I’m sure he’ll be pretty excited for this surprise,” Harrison replied shaking his head. His phone buzzed with a notification. “I’ve gotta go, but Tom should have a break in around 20 minutes if I remember correctly.”

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“I won’t be able to work with her if she’s here.”

“Well that probably means that you should be the one leaving.”

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Requested by crimsonheart01 

“Are you ever going to take off that stupid mask?”  A shocked sound escaped the masked man walking beside you as he came to a sudden stop, hands flying up to the neck of his mask.

“The mask and I are one.  I can’t take it off.”  When you didn’t stop walking, he jogged a few steps to fall back in step with yourself.

“Oh come on.”  You rolled your eyes before shooting a narrowed eye glance at your companion.  “I just want to know what you look like.”

“Well, I’ve been told that I resemble the love child of an avocado and an even older avocado.  And not gentle love making, like hard core, rough, angry, ‘why didn’t we divorce in 1982′ hate sex.”

That description had you halting, turning fully to face him as he stumbled to a stop as well.  “Now you really have to show me your face.”  

Lazy Mornings in Maple Bay

CRAIG
There are no lazy mornings for Craig, but he leaves you in bed when he goes for his morning run. He always takes River with him, and the twins are old enough to occupy themselves with cereal and cartoons so you’re free to lounge around in bed until he comes back. If you’re still asleep (which you often are) he’ll wake you with kisses and teasingly complain about your morning breath.

DAMIEN
Damien loves to start a day with a stroll around his garden. You can’t deny it’s absolutely breathtaking: all those flowers in the stillness of early morning. Sometimes you’ll bring a flask of coffee out and the two of you will sit on one of the benches while he teaches you the meanings of different flowers and the two of you plan bouquets together.

HUGO
Hugo likes to get up early even on days off, so you frequently wake to find him in the kitchen with coffee and either a book or homework to mark. He makes up for leaving you in bed by having breakfast waiting for you, and you spend the morning occupied by your own tasks across the table or sofa from each other.

ROBERT
Both you and Robert are habitual night owls, so frankly an ideal morning is one you sleep through. Waking up before 11 involves dozing and sometimes sleepy and surprisingly sweet morning sex before you roll out bed, hit the shower and make coffee (not necessarily in that order).

MAT
Mat really knows how to chill. He’ll wake you up with coffee and you’ll make breakfast together in your pajamas with a record playing in the background. Then you’ll kick back on the couch and either carry on listening to music or watch some obscure indie film – though you like to lay your head in his lap and close your eyes, so nothing with subtitles until later.

BRIAN
You discovered early on (and much to your dismay) that Brian likes to watch the sunrise on days off. However, after a few times of settling down on a blanket on his back porch with flasks of coffee and pastries, the early hours aren’t so bad after all – especially not when you lay in his lap and he strokes your hair while you give Maxwell some well deserved ear scritches. Plus the sunrise over the bay really is spectacular.

JOSEPH
Four young kids and a community to care for mean that lazy mornings are a distant memory for Joseph. You learn to find respite in small doses – in the lull when all the kids have successfully been wrangled into eating breakfast; in the way the early sunlight shines through the stained-glass of the church windows; in the kisses that Joseph steals every morning without fail before the two of you get out of bed.