Okay friends, this is your opportunity to read some of my works before they are deleted. I am going to be taking down all but one of my series and possibly a couple one shots as I will be turning them into books and working on getting them published. Questions are welcome as I will be more active prior to deleting them. I'll work on giving specific dates for each series so you'll know when they will no longer be available. Thanks for the journey, friends 🥰
Hey sorry to bother you, I didn't know who else to ask... Is @definitely-not-black-cat okay? I haven't seen her post anything in a really long time and she doesn't really answer dms anymore? I just want to make sure she's okay 😞
yes she’s okay!! we still text and stuff but she’s sort of stepped away from tumblr to focus on other things atm
Just so everyone knows, I'm okay but idk if/when I'm coming back to Tumblr.
Right now, I'm undergoing a lot of really difficult changes to my personal life and writing is the least important thing on my mind. And what's more, I'm not entirely sure I want to continue writing for Tom & Co or not. I have other things that I've been putting off for a long time (my mental health included as well as other projects) and I feel it's in my best interest to focus on those things.
I apologize if I've ignored anyone, it's not on purpose but I really don't spend much time here anymore.
Thank you for replying to this on my behalf, my love ❤️
Another Pinterest-found prompt. Idk how I feel about the ending, but it’s the ending you’re getting. Sorry.
Quite Honestly, Harrison was a little uncomfortable. His arms, which were wrapped around your waist had fallen asleep quite some time ago. The angle his head was resting in your lap had made his neck go stiff, and your knees were starting to dig into his stomach, but he had to stay still and figure out what you were doing. He figured you assumed he fell asleep quite some time ago. And, granted, the way you played with his hair certainly made him feel relaxed, but once you started tracing things onto his back, his attention was solely focused on your movements.
You weren’t using your whole hand to make the soothing gesture, rather just the tip of your finger, almost as if you were painting a portrait on the skin of his back. He was mesmerized, entranced by the rhythm and pattern you had going. It took him another few minutes to figure out that you were writing something against his skin.
Left to right horizontally - lift - down vertically - left to right again beneath it. Down a little, then to the right. Circle (that one was easy to figure out). Down then up again at an angle. Something that kind of felt like a swirl. One line at an angle slightly left to right, almost horizontal, followed by another horizontal line right to left. Another circle. And then what fel like the bottom half of a circle.
Each time the cycle would start over from the beginning and Harrison resisted the urge to pull his hair out in frustration at not being able to figure out what you were trying to say. He inhaled slowly, as not to let you know that he was, in fact, awake, and closed his eyes. It took every ounce of his brainpower to focus on the way your finger moved as it traced against his warm skin, picturing the shapes in his head as if they were being written before him.
Left to right - lift - down - lift - left to right. Oh, okay... that’s an uppercase I. Down a little, then to the right without lifting...that’s an L. Circle...O. Down then up again at an angle... that looked like a V in his head. The swirl still looked like a swirl when he pictured it, but he quickly figured out that it was supposed to be an E. Harrison could feel his heartbeat accelerate rapidly against his will.
You had warned Harrison pretty early on in the ‘talking’ stage of your relationship together that you had a difficult time expressing your feelings. Harrison didn’t understand it, but that was only because he was pretty in touch with his own emotions, and it was rare that he ever got tongue tied when trying to tell you how he felt. But, of course, he never judged you, rushed you, or made you feel guilty or weird for taking a little more time to say things to him. Instead, he frequently met you with patience and understanding. He never minded waiting for you and as it would appear, he was being rewarded for it.
One line at an angle slightly left to right followed by another line slightly right to left, Y. Another circle, O. The bottom half of a circle, U.
It wasn’t something either of you had said to the other yet, but that didn’t mean that Harrison didn’t love you. In fact, he could barely contain his excitement until he remembered that he was supposed to be asleep. He wanted to jump up and shout from the rooftops that he loved you more with more ferocity than a storm, but he knew that if he called you out in front of his friends (even if they were currently distracted by a video game) you would likely shut down and be embarrassed. This was a conversation better to have behind closed doors, where he could tell you just how much you meant to him in well-deserved privacy.
-
He suffered in silence all day long with the knowledge that you inadvertently told him that you loved him, quite impressed with himself for not having spilled the beans sooner. And when evening finally came, he beamed brighter than he ever had before as he followed you into your shared bedroom, both of you going through your nightly routine before climbing into bed. You turned on the tv the way you did every night. When he came out of the bathroom, he couldn’t help but smile fondly at the way you were snuggled up so comfortably in his bed. He climbed in with you, scooting close enough to you that he could feel the heat from your skin radiating onto his own.
“Do you want to cuddle, love?” He asked softly, praying that you would say yes so he could finally reveal what he knew. You didn’t respond, instead smiling widely and scooching closer to put your head on his chest, tangling your body with his. “Hey, Y/N?”
“Hmm?” You hummed in response, yawning sleepily and making him grin as he brushed some hair out of your face lovingly.
“Remember earlier when I fell asleep in your lap and you were playing with my hair and rubbing my back?”
“Yeah?” You asked suspiciously, turning your head so that your chin was resting on his chest, looking deep into his blue eyes.
He leaned in, pressing a warm kiss on you, his warm lips parting your own. You reacted quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck and shifting so that you could straddle his waist. Harrison sat up, binding his arms tightly around your waist before parting from your mouth. He rested his head on your chest as he hugged you tightly, listening for a moment to the way your heart pounded behind your ribs.
“I just wanted to say that I love you too-” He pulled away, offering you a gentle smile when your lips parted in shock that he had figured out what you had been up to earlier in the day. “-so, so much.”
Could I request from promp list A numbers 2, 5, 9, and 12 with Haz pretty please my love?
"You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat."
"You look good all soaking wet."
"I don't care how good it feels you'd better not cum until I tell you to."
"You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily."
a lil dom!reader for u my dear
nsfw under the cut (things get a lil spicy aka choking)
“You look good all soaking wet.”
“Haha, very funny,” you said, rolling your eyes as you wrung out your hair. “The double entendre is not lost on me.”
Your boyfriend feigned offense, putting a hand to his chest. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.”
You stepped out of the pool and walked past him to grab a towel, flicking excess water from your arms onto him.
“Hey!” Harrison shouted. “I was just complimenting you! You’re the one with a dirty mind.”
You spun on your heel and cocked your head to the side. “Oh yeah? Well in that case, my love, you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
Haz choked on the beer he was drinking and spit it out on the patio tile. “Ey, that’s not fair!”
“What? I just meant that I’m going to fucking choke you because you’re so annoying.”
His eyes darkened. “You’re killing me, y/n.”
You smirked. “Yeah, that’s like the whole point of choking.”
“I hope you’re planning on making good on that promise,” he said, licking his lips.
“Oh I am.” You threw the towel onto one of the lounge chairs and unclipped your bikini top from behind. “Come on, Hazza.”
Harrison followed you into the house and to the bedroom like a puppy, barely able to contain his excitement. He glanced between you and the bed expectantly.
“Aren’t you going to...” he trailed off.
You shook your head and put a hand on his chest, pushing him back onto the mattress. “Not tonight, babe.”
He swallowed nervously. Both arousal and intrigue danced in his eyes, like a fire that had been ignited. “So, uh, what did you have in mind then?”
You climbed on top of him and straddled his waist, letting your fingers roam under the hem of his t-shirt and the waistband of his joggers.
“I was thinking maybe...” you leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I could ride you.”
You thought your boyfriend’s eyes might pop out of his head with the look he was giving you.
“For real?”
“If you want?”
“You really have to ask?” You chuckled and wrapped a hand around Harrison’s throat, squeezing gently. “Fuck, angel-” He flexed his hands by your thighs in restraint, probably wanting to take control like he usually did.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily,” you took his hands in yours and put them on your ass, “but make no mistake about who’s in charge tonight.”
Harrison clenched his jaw. “Are you sure about that, princess?”
You put a finger under his chin and tilted his head back so you could go back to putting him in his place with some light strangling. “Positive.”
He scowled at you even though you could feel how turned on he was as you started to palm him through his sweatpants. Stubborn as always.
“I’d lose the attitude if I were you, baby boy,” you warned.
“Why should I?”
“I already told you, I’m calling the shots. And I get to decide if and when you get to cum tonight.” Harrison rolled his eyes and turned his head. You were fed the fuck up. “Do you understand, brat?” you asked, pulling at his curls to make him look back at you. He nodded in earnest, suddenly eager to please you. “Use your words, Haz,” you taunted. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good.” You sighed and released your hold on his hair. “Now, here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to ride you until I cum, and then maybe I’ll think about letting you cum too, okay baby?”
He whimpered beneath you. “But-”
“Listen to me,” you said, cutting him off with a sickly sweet smile, “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to, got it?”
A/N: So, I’m not really like...back back. Buuut I found this cute ass prompt on Pinterest and I wanted to write a short one shot about it. I have found several like this on Pinterest, so I’ll likely write quite a few oneshots about them.
Word Count: 1180
Warnings: Tom being a little shit. Fluff. That’s about it.
Tom had been your friend for years. You’d come to know a certain things about him, like his beer preferences, secrets he’d never told anyone, and everything in between, including the little known fact that Tom was incredibly competitive. You blamed it on the fact that he had three younger brothers, but Tom always had to be the best at every single thing, which is why when he invited you along the for laser tag with himself, his brothers, and Harrison, you were, understandably hesitant.
“Oh, come on, Y/N. We need you to make the teams even.” He pleaded.
“Why don’t you just bring Tuwaine?”
“Why don’t you want to come with us?” He countered, eyeing you suspiciously and making you sigh dramatically.
“Because you’re crazy competitive and I don’t want to listen to you bitch when you lose.”
“What makes you so sure I’d lose?” He raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Tom, I adore you, you know that, but you don’t have the attention span to be a good laser tagger.” You pressed your lips together, chuckling softly when he pouted at you. “You asked!”
“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to be on my team, but now you’ve given me something to prove. Now I have to fucking crush you.” He shrugged nonchalantly, making you laugh harder.
“I look forward to it, Tommy.” You giggled, swallowing harshly to force the feelings back down.
Okay. So maybe you had a tiny crush on your friend. Who wouldn’t? He was fit, and if that weren’t enough to catch your attention alone, he was so incredibly sweet, giving, and friendly. Basically a puppy in a human being’s skin and honestly, who didn’t love puppies?
Sometimes, you wondered if he returned the same feelings for you. Sure, you’d both shared rather flirty comments in the past, but then he could have also just been really comfortable with you. He also called you ‘one of the guys’ more times than you could even count, which definitely did not offer you any encouragement regarding his feelings. Of course, you could be one of those brave girls who approaches her crush and asks how he feels about her, but why risk the embarrassment? No. Things were just fine the way they were, and therefore, there was no reason to change them.
“Y/N! Are you coming? You’re on my team!” Harrison called to you from the other end of the building. In your daydreaming, you hadn’t realized that the boys had already started to put on their vests and power up their laser guns.
“Oh yeah, having the space cadet on your team should do you well, yeah?” Harry playfully teased, always being the one to instigate the trash talk.
“That’s really cute, Harry. I’ll remember that when we destroy you guys.” You didn’t even hesitate, making Harrison cackle at your antics. “But you especially should be worried.” You grinned, pointing your ‘gun’ at Tom.
Tom said nothing, simply wearing the shit-eating grin he usually wore when he was up to no good, and for once, that look made your blood run cold. What was he up to? What shit would he try to pull? You didn’t have enough time to think it through before you were all pushed into the room, filled with stand-alone walls and bunkers. You followed Harrison and Sam to the far wall, and your vests began to blink with a bright blue color, while Tom, Harry, and Paddy’s vests began to blink red.
Once the game had started, Sam and Harrison slit off to the sides, while you tackled the middle as you each tried to hunt down the members of the other team. You were doing pretty well, having gotten Paddy twice, and Harry four times, while only having been hit twice yourself, but you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied until you got Tom, at least once. part of you was starting to wonder if he were hiding from you, considering you’d started the round at least five minutes ago and you still had yet to see him.
Just as you passed by what had to have been the darkest corner of the laser tag arena, you felt a clammy, strong hand wrap around your bicep, yanking you in the direction of the dark corner. Your back was shoved against the wall, knocking the breath from your lungs with a gasp. It took your eyes a minute to adjust, and once they did, you squinted at Tom’s sweaty frame.
“What the hell, Tom?” You grumbled, trying not to show him how you were reacting to the fact that he’d pinned you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head.
“Sorry, angel. I just wanted to get you alone for a second.” His voice was husky, and you tried desperately to keep your mind clear as he dared to step closer to you, his chest flushed with yours. He was leaning in close, and you could feel your heart pounding heavily in your chest. Your mouth felt dry, and your lips parted almost as if on their own accord.
“Wh-why did you want to get me alone?” You whispered, afraid that if you spoke too loudly that it would ruin the moment. As he chuckled lowly, the air in his lungs spread across your face, making your lips tingle.
“Tell me to stop.” He mumbled, his bottom lip catching on your top and making your breath catch in your throat. Holy shit. Tom’s lips were touching yours, you just had to lean up a little more...
His lips locked with yours, his tongue making quick work of pushing past your own and into your mouth. You weren’t sure when he would come to his senses and stop kissing you, so you made the most of the moment, wrapping one of your hands into his hair and pulling him closer. His hands moved to your hips, pressing you even more into the wall.
He was so close, so warm, and his lips felt so right on your own, you never could never have anticipated that he’d had an ulterior motive. That’s why when you heard the unmistakable sound of a laser gun followed by the vibration of your vest and the lights turned solid red before going dim.
“Did-did you just shoot me?” You hissed, trying to push him away and scowling as he laughed when he didn’t budge.
“Sorry, angel. I had to get you somehow.” He laughed, slinking away from you before your vest and gun could power back up.
“This isn’t over, Holland!” You shouted at your vest buzzed back to life. You rolled your neck, getting into the zone. Oh, you were going to get him so good, if it were the last thing you’d do.
“Oh, my love. I was so hoping you’d say that.” He grinned mischievously, winking smoothly at you before quickly running to the other wall, and for once, you started to think that maybe, just maybe Tom actually liked you back.
Tom wanted you. Asked you out loads. Then married you
Lol 😂 I'm speechless. I'm mostly flattered that someone dreamt about me 🙈. Sounds like an interesting dream. I hope you had fun at my dream wedding with Tom 😝
Hello my angel. I miss you 🥺 how about a video call with Harrison for LDR? Maybe the reader is going to see him soon and they are super excited or something? Idk I'm trying to come up with stuff for you! I love you
summer!!!! how are you??? thank you for the ask <333
> blurb night
“Hey,” you said. You were lying in bed, barely awake. On your screen was Harrison, who also didn’t seem to be very energetic. He answered with a lazy smile and a small wave. His hair all tussled and of course he wasn’t wearing a shirt in bed in that heatwave.
“How did you sleep?” he asked, failing to hide a yawn.
“Alright.” you shrugged, “I didn’t really expect you to be up already, Haz. It’s so late.”
“Nah, I’m alright. Besides, how could I miss out to talking to my girl.” He smirked and usually it would drive you wild but now... he was almost falling asleep so actually, you weren’t even sure if you could call it a smirk.
“It’s not like you’re missing anything, babe. I’ll be right there next to you tomorrow.” you smile. He nods but you can tell he doesn't agree with you.
“Every second I’m not with you, I’m missing something.”
“You’re such a sap when you’re sleep deprived, you know that?” you laugh. Once again he nods.
You’re not over exaggerating. You’re not too sensitive. You’re not too much. If it hurts you it fucking hurts you. If it makes you angry, then it makes you angry. There’s nothing wrong with you for feeling.
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