fluffy harry concept where your perhaps 5 months pregnant, laying in bed at night with Harry and he’s stroking his hand over your tummy. He’s all twisted around you, cuddling into your neck and his legs tangled in yours. 😰😰😰
WHY MUST YOU HIT ME WHERE YOU KNOW IT HURTS CHEYENNE?!
Harry with the missus expecting would be the cutest thing ever. He would be the cutest little shit in the world, always wanting to press kisses to the bump and talking to it all the time, imagine having some mild pain and Harry kneeling down and looking all serious to the tummy “hey, stop hurting momma, that’s not nice okay? we’re nice people in this household”. And after the pregnancy he’s more cuddly than ever you’d swear he’s the one that’s gotten more hormonal cause suddenly he’s just very very very sweet and emotional and wants to be with you a lot so you’re always tangled when you sleep and he’d talk about the baby to all his friends and family so much, and mention it everywhere “look at the last ultrasound! look at that cute face! think the baby looks an awful lot like its mommy” which he keeps saying he’d love it if the baby looked more like you cause you’re the most beautiful thing he’s laid eyes on. UGH IM FILLED WITH FEELS I AM IN LOVE I HAVE THE BIGGEST HEART EYES I WANT TO GIVE HIM CHILDREN HARRY IF YOU EVER WANT THEM, I VOLUNTEER, I WANT THEM TOO.
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I’m v sad so we’re having a fluffy harry chat day! come talk!
dad!harry teaching his son how to play football which results in either one of them ending in the ER. and imagine if it's the son that's sprained his wrist or something, harry would feel super guilty and spoil the kid with all his favourite things, so he can be forgiven.
you really had to start with dad harry right? really? you had to go there and stab me in the heart.
I’m not even saying anything other than Harry’s heart probably stops when his son falls and starts to cry bloody murder cause his wrist hurts. It’s not just a scrape that he can coo and pick him up and shush him with “aww it’s ok bug, it’ll be fine” as he rubs the spot, no. This is serious and Harry’s never been so afraid in his life. Even the slightest pain in anyone in his family (his missus and the boy) is enough to destroy him, so seeing it all happen in front of him and while he was playing with his son? He’s shattered. He doesn’t weep on the way to the hospital cause he’s trying to calm his son down.“It hurts!”“I know baby I know, w-we’re almost there, okay? I-it’ll be fine”
His son goes through it like a champ and now has a cool blue thing around his wrist and it doesn’t hurt as much. Harry’s thankful it wasn’t anything serious, no actual broken bones.
He called his wife during it all and when they arrive home she greets them frantically, wanting to check for damage. Harry insisted she didn’t go down to the hospital when she got off work because they were on their way out already, and both parents are babying their kid, asking if he’s okay, setting him up to watch his fave cartoon and not move an inch and the ice cream in his hand doesn’t go unnoticed, Harry already did a whole batch of spoiling because how bad he feels that this is his fault.
fluffy harry concept where your both going grocery shopping together? Maybe he’s not famous so it’d be completely mundane. You’ve got a list you’re set on, but Harry’s on a mission to throw every single organic, weird looking thing he can find into the cartel. You start to get annoyed but he steals a few kisses, wearing some organic mint chapstick that he knows you love, so maybe it’s okay
BITCH YOU KNOW I LOVE DOING THE GROCERIES YOU’RE LITERALLY COMING FOR MY ASS! LIKE THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK AT THIS POINT.
You got pretty much all you need but the moment he spots an organic version he’d switch them in the cart. You’d find yourself wandering down an aisle alone more often than not cause he’s run off to read the tags on some weird cereal or packaging, his brows furrowed cause the caloric count is too much and he’s not sure something’s completely natural. He’s also the biggest eye-shopper. Sees something new and sparkly that says USDA ORGANIC APPROVED and he’s got to have it. No matter how much you tell him that he’s going a little too overboard, he just tries to reason with you and you end up letting him, or he just adds it anyways for himself, and he hopes you’ll enjoy them too and eventually switch to buying that as he’s done with other products before, lets just say your shopping habits have quite transformed since you started living together.
ALSO! Things you’d constantly hear from him every other grocery trip:“Just need more kale, love”“locally farmed, non GMO, yeah… we’re taking these kiwis”“but y/n, they have fresh produce!”“Oooh that’s it, we’re having salads for dinner, look at these tomatoes!”“Hey! They don’t add preservatives to this almond butter, I’m sold”“100% organic yogurt? Yes, please”
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I’m v sad so we’re having a fluffy harry chat day! come talk!
Fluffy Harry thought: spending a cold and rainy day on the couch with Harry in PJs, cuddled under a blanket. And Harry's just loving on you and kissing you everywhere (your forehead, cheek, shoulder) while you watch rom-coms all day 😍 (Also don't be sad you're completely awesome💓)
I’m weeping I think about this so fucking much and I love rain so much this makes my heart melt.
Just comfy PJ’s, and A/C is still on because if it wasn’t it wouldn’t be cold enough to need to cuddle and deep down you guys really wanna cuddle. A lazy day in with no plans other than be cute and lazy and eat whatever. You change positions on the couch every once in a while when one of you gets up to pee or get a snack or his thigh falls asleep or your arm itches. Harry and you super invested in a show and he’s bouncing his leg up and down when an episode ends “oooh, fuck! pee break! pause it!” and he’s jumping over the couch and pulling down his pants as he rushes down the hallway, his hair a mess cause you’ve been raking your fingers through it all day, and if it’s something you can’t pause he’d try to pee during commercials and run back “what did I miss what did I miss!”. If you tried to say something during a tense moment in the show he’d shush you, followed with a million kisses. God, every time you got up and came back he’d make grabby hands at you, and during commercials or credit scenes it’d be time to kiss and whisper sweet nothings to each other’s ears. Imagine reaching over to cover his phone screen when he’s too invested in something and not the show and he just chuckles and presses a kiss to your hand, putting his phone down and clutching you tighter to his frame.
SIGH I LIVE I LOVE I ADORE.
(P.S: <3 you’re awesome, I’m just having a very incredibly shitty day, thank you for that though)
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I’m v sad so we’re having a fluffy harry chat day! come talk!
This came pretty much from nowhere and in the same document I wrote this I also wrote a few more short dad!harry ideas if you guys would like me to work on those and post them, let me know. Also while I was away and hiding on another blog I wrote some things and IDK if you guys would want me to repost them here or not and I don’t know either so i’t be good to know if you’d be interested? Anyways, enjoy some Dad!Harry fluff
Harry was away, and as usual that meant you and the twins had to go through things differently. Harry wasn’t there to fix something around the house or compose the boys a song when they were bored after school. There was a hole in the house dynamic but you were ready to face it like you’d done before and would surely do in the future. It doesn’t really get any easier, missing Harry, but as the boys grew older they did tend to at least help around and make it not as stressful. Seven was a great age where they understood daddy wasn’t around at the moment, which also meant mommy was a bit more tired than usual.
No matter where Harry went, he tried to call every day. It was different when it was just you and him, where he knew a quick text conversation just to know how the other was could do a lot. Now the twins were there and he liked checking up on his family and making sure y/n was doing fine and the boys were behaving.
Throughout the day you sent pictures and he’d respond as fast as he could which, sometimes, if the time difference was too big, meant late at night when the boys were sound asleep. Today, that was the case.
At around lunch time after stuffing your faces with a delicious pasta dish that was leftover from the day before, you sat with the twins, Alfie and Matthew, watching the afternoon cartoons and they asked to send a small message to Daddy. Quickly recording them on your phone saying their hello’s to Harry and telling him about their day – which consisted of helping mom with the dishes, doing their homework on time and plans to go play baseball with James, the boy next door – you found yourself smiling at how expertly they worked through missing Harry along with you, and before hitting send you added a nice “Your boys miss you” as text to go along the video.
Late that night, about an hour after Alfie and Matthew had fallen fast asleep, showered and spent from playing baseball, the house in silence except for the slow hum of the A/C and your fingers flipping pages of a book as you laid in bed, a sharp ring – thankfully not loud enough to reach the twins’ room – cut through the air.
Face-timing Harry always made you giddy, just getting to see his face after a long day was soothing and knowing this was the best you could get you cherished it every single time.
“Hey, hun” is the first thing that comes out of his lips along with a smile and a sigh of content as you pick up cutting of the ring.
“Hi” you respond getting comfortable in your mattress and checking the small square with your face on it for the best way to position yourself so Harry sees all of your face lit up by the bedside lamp.
“Time?”
“About midnight… How are you?”
“So tired. God, ‘m just now getting t’ the hotel, it’s…” His growing curls flop in front of his eyes as he moves his head around in search for a clock. With a low whistle of surprise he turns back to the phone in his hand “barely 3pm ‘ere” he lays with a chuckle, knowing it will be torture trying to stay awake until it was night for him, to beat the jet lag some. For a moment you’re both silent just taking in the other. He looks tired, like he hasn’t slept in days which he might as well haven’t, but you’re glad that he’s got a full free day where he could hopefully catch some well deserved sleep. After taking a long look at you he sighs happily, resting his head on the palm of his hand and smiling at you.
“Rest up, please, you’re free today” you ask of him and he’s quick to agree that yes he will rest and make the most of the little time he has before the hectic schedule starts again.
“Thank yeh fo’ the video y/n… Been watching it non stop ’til I could call yeh”
“Yeah, your boys missed you”
“I miss them too…” He pauses thinking about them, how he’s about ready to go back home and just lay between his boys as they greet him with hugs and cling to him all day, he specially loves that part of coming back home, how both his kids and his wife just pile onto the couch in a big mess of limbs and stick together like glue for hours comfortably hugging and squeezing, as if making up for lost time. “How’s my girl?” He continues with soft eyes and raspy voice that you can somehow tell is hoarse over the phone.
“Fine…” you say softly, not sure he’s caught it through the microphone in the phone or not, but you press on “Missing you too, but with two lovely gentlemen looking after me” That puts a smile on Harry’s face, eliciting a booming laugh and everything. He remembers gathering the identical little devils and sitting them down as he made them promise they would look after mommy the best they could, and that they were the men of the house and had to act as such, both wide-eyed and compliant, nodding their curl-full heads.
“Good, good. Good t’know they listened t’my orders and are keeping our main lady safe” This time it was your turn to giggle at his words. Of course he’d tell two seven year olds to look after you in his absence.
“Well, who’s keeping our man safe?” You dare ask after calming down from a fit of giggles, focusing on his freckles that are merely pixelated little dots on his face right now, and trying to picture how it feels to touch them and sink your index finger on his right dimple.
“Thoughts of yeh are keeping me sane.” He mutters. Everything was so much different now. He thought leaving home would only get easier with time, but the moment Alfie and Mat came into the picture, Harry’s heart hasn’t been the same. Whenever there was a plane he had to take without his 3 favourite most important people in the world, he felt just a bit more deflated. This was supposed to get simpler, to not hurt as bad, but now just leaving for a week felt like he’d missed months of family time. Sure it had gotten better than when he had to travel for just 4 days back when the twins were barely two years of age – He’s sure he’s never been more on the brink of insanity and death from heartache than then – but still it never turns completely ok to leave.
It’s just a bit better, never best.
“I miss you…” he whispers again and with a quick nod of your head you let him know that you know. You know he misses you and so do you.
“Just a few more days” and again there’s not much to say, just nodding lets the other know that yes, we can battle through a few more days of this, and then we’ll be happy and complete again.
It takes both of you about 15 minutes to tell the other about your days with varying levels of silence from tiredness and to just look at each other here and there, and before you know it, he should be getting to bed and making the most of his free day, as should you before its time to wake the boys up for school.
“Kiss the boys 47392 times fo’ me. Tell ‘em I love them and miss them too” His hand is covering his mouth as he places kisses to the tips of his fingers, as if getting them all out of his system and ready to send to the two sleeping angels down the hall in a neat daddy-loves-you package.
“Will do”
“And tell their mommy that I love and miss her too.” As you blush and cuddle up to your pillow, he can’t help but smirk at the fact that he can make your cheeks red with comments like this even now after all these years.
“Tell daddy I love him and miss him right back.”
“I have a feeling he knows” Harry finishes and once again you just sit there looking at each other for a bit before he sighs and wishes you a good night sleep. Never having been good at hanging up, it’s safe to say you can literally see the both of you hesitating to end the call. Harry gets to catch you blowing a kiss his way before his screen goes greyish and there’s no longer a soft hum from it, making his hotel room feel a thousand times more quiet and lonely than it was before.
Before he gets to bed he takes a moment to send you some of the pictures he’s taken, be it of himself or the views on his way to his current destination, so that you can show the boys in the morning and it can feel a bit more like he’s there. As he lays down he replays the video of Alfie and Matthew that you had sent to him earlier, a smile growing slowly on his face as they talk over the other and you tell them to pace down in the background, to then change the camera and show your face sending him all the love.
Just a few more days and he could be there and reply to all those kisses in real time.
Inaugural, “I’m back on stylessemantics” piece :) Hope you guys like it tho it’s short lol. It’s midnight, I should sleep.
Iv. xo.
Lips part two? Continuation? Sandbox? Thing? Because someone said this scenario should continue... And I agreed cause it’s a weakness and I had a plan... or did I? I don’t know, it didn’t pan out...
I encourage you to read Lips before this one though.
It would be a lie for Harry to say that he didn’t stare at you a lot. Specially after the little incident a few weeks back.
If he was to be honest with himself, the small interaction only made him more aware of his staring, and it only made him stare more. It wasn’t a lie that he looked at your lips, and now he wasn’t stopping. The few days after the fated incident consisted of him stumbling over his words cause he was so lost in every conversation. It was a horrible cycle. He stared at you which made him lose his train of thought and not be able to speak properly, which in turn made you stare at him messing up his sentences and laugh or just stare in wonder, which would make him focus back on you and start it all over again.
Somehow, he understood you. He didn’t know why he did it, he just knew he did, and something about knowing you’re doing the same to him just turned on some natural response that was out of his control. He had to look at yours too. And maybe you didn’t know why you looked at him, you just did, which was what he was going through now more than ever... He was okay with that. He wanted more, sure, but he didn’t know how to make it more, so he stuck with looking and pining and pinching at his own mouth whenever you licked yours; something he now knew you did very often and was driving him insane little by little.
Staring is what got you into the mess you and Harry seemed to be in right now. No words had been spoken about that day after you had bolted away from each other at the sound of your best friend coming in the kitchen; and there hadn’t been another chance for Harry to inch close to you and finish what he thought had started that night. Staring is what made him so itchy and needy.
Staring is what got him where he is right now, and he’s glad.
For some reason the pile of loud people you called your friends seemed to always end up close to your place, even if it was for a nice afternoon outside, which was the case today. You avoided Harry’s stare, having become more careful with your looks since that other night, but he was fixed on you more than he liked to admit. The lads were being lads, tossing a ball around and having a laugh, again poking fun at Harry for calling soccer ‘footie’ and for his not so amazing coordination while playing the game.
It would be like watching a movie from a different perspective. As you spoke to one of your friends Harry would just trace your mouth with his sight and analyse how it moved. Your small Oh’s and very big Ah’s. Your throaty laugh and shiny lips. And then he was in pain. Staring at you is what got him a ball to the face as he stood in the middle of the impromptu soccer game which he had forgotten about for a second too long.
The metallic taste of blood was eminent as he spit some out, and you rushed to him, immediately asking him to follow you inside. It was your house after all, so you were in charge of getting the med-kit and treating his bloody wound.
A busted lip. Your favourite thing of his to look at was now busted open and bleeding and your palms were sweaty at the thought of touching it just to make sure the wound cured properly.
He sat on your bathroom counter, legs open as you stood between them soaking whatever pad with whatever liquid and warning him it would sting.
“Stay quiet, please” you mumbled dabbing at the open skin. His eyes focused on your busy mouth. Whenever you were focused on something you tended to bite your lip or leave your mouth open in a twisted ‘O’ that he adored. Your tongue would pop out every now and then and he found himself wanting to bite at it.
“Will I be okay, doctor?” with his accent and the position he was in it sounded more like ‘Doh-tah’ and you had to keep yourself from giggling. Sure you were trying to stare less but that didn’t mean you didn’t still find his mouth and accent fascinating.
“Perfectly fine. Just have to put sugar on it” His brow arched in confusion.
“Sugah?” What for? You had brought the sugar from the kitchen with you. Brown sugar to be precise, and it made no sense to him whatsoever. Turns out brown sugar helps cuts in the mouth area to heal quick, it sort of urges the skin to reconstruct faster and it helps stop the bleeding. You told him this, to which he payed no attention to anything other than the way you formed your B sounds and your lips parted, as you gathered some grains in your hand.
“Look up” you instructed and let the sugar fall and stick to his open gash. It was a strange feeling and he pouted trying to keep his bottom lip from touching his upper one and taking off the sugar. “Now, don’t lick it off”
You were very close, patting the sugar down with your index finger carefully, making sure the whole cut was covered and Harry couldn’t help but smirk as the rest of your fingers reached out to touch his chin and cupid’s bow. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know why his mouth was so hypnotising to you but the trance was on once again and at this point it was almost as if you couldn’t even hold it back.
You were staring, and so was he. He didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss you. Ever since that day he has wondered what it would be like but never actually reached for it in fear it wasn’t what you were after. But right now it felt like you were both on the same page. Like you were having a silent agreement that a kiss would be nice right about now. His eyes just stared at your face, running over it, paying attention to your eyes – that were downcast to his lips – and then your nose – it was pointy but round and he liked it. Wanted to bump his against it – and then his latest fascination; your mouth. He loved the arch, the natural pout, the rosy colour. It was like looking at it through a magnifying glass and he could see all the little marks and lines. And he wanted to taste them. In his mind it was impossible that this wasn’t some sign that something had in fact started that night.
His hand reached around your body, grabbing at the belt-loops in your jeans and tugging you closer to the counter, closer to him.
“Harry...” you whimpered. Your mouth felt dry from the tension, but you knew that if you were to lick your lips you would end up touching your tongue to his and the thought of it made you shiver as his fingers pulled you closer.
“Won’t lick it off...” he started as you regained your breath from the close proximity of your faces. His nose bumped with yours ever so slightly, making chills run down your spine and goosebumps raise on the back of his neck as he finished with a whisper “if yeh promise not to lick it off me, either...”
I still don’t know what this is but I might know where it’s going? Not completely sure. It’s another piece like Lips and kind of like a second part but then again... Lips wasn’t even supposed to exist in the first place. So I’m not sure giving it a part 2 was the best idea. Giving it a part 3 might be an even worse idea but whoops. Feedback?
