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an incomplete list of draco and hermione being idiots in love™ 

draco absentmindedly twirling hermione’s hair through his fingers while she leans her head on his shoulder

hermione unconsciously putting her feet on draco’s lap when he sits on the same couch as her

scorpius asking draco when he fell in love with mum and draco just replying with “she punched me in the face” (and is rewarded with a slap on the knee by hermione)

both of them having trouble sleeping in an empty bed while the other is away

hermione forcing draco (with threats) into mrs. weasley’s christmas sweater that she had made just for him 

draco not knowing how to react to a devastated hermione when crookshanks ends up passing from old age. however a month later she has a kitten thats plopped in her lap as draco walks by while she’s reading in her favorite chair

they are the epitome of embarrassing parents™ with scorpius 

“so you have a crush on me then granger” “draco we’ve been married for five years”

draco carrying hermione’s wand in his cloak pocket while she’s in a meeting 

blaise threatening to hex both of them at lunch if they don’t stop “giving each other those bloody snogging eyes” and “just let me finish my goddamn tea before you two idiots climb each other”

having ‘silent parent arguments’ across the table over if scorpius can have one more scoop of ice cream before bed

“call my husband a ferret again and see what happens” (ron visibly gulps and harry immediately quiets down)

reading/doing paperwork together in bed

hermione giving draco driving lessons (they make blaise come too, he sits in the back and glares at them)

hermione laughing in the doorway while watching a frustrated draco give baby scorpius a bath (who squeals while splashing draco in the face)

both leaving their jobs midday to have lunch together

while hermione is browsing in one of the shops in diagon alley, draco will sometimes wander off by himself and then come back with a gift for her (usually a book or a piece of jewelry)

draco lays his head in hermione’s lap while they tell each other about their worst memories and fears during the second war (these talks are extremely private)

admitting pt.3

a/n: updated broooo... this is for @hollandxreed because she asked for it a while ago... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: light mention of sex barely there, fluff, movie night with the bros

! previous part !

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It was late when you, Harry, and Tom arrived back at the Holland home. The moon was smiling down at the world with the stars shining beside it. The air became cooler, and the wind grew stronger. 

You walked into the warmth of the house wearing an orange hoodie. The item was too big for your body, covering your finger tips and riding down to your mid-thigh. It belonged to Tom. You were cold, and he’d offered it to you, seeing that you were still cold even after wearing a faux fur jacket. The hoodie smelled just like him, engulfing you in his scent and warmth.

“Movie night?” Harry suggested while the group of you settled back in the home.

“Sure. I’m gonna take a bath first, though,” you replied, already half way up the stairs.

“Same, and you should, too,” Tom trailed after you.

You heard Harry mutter “I will” as you entered your room, grabbing a new pair of panties and an oversized shirt. You considered wearing Tom’s hoodie but decided rather return it than keep it.

You scurried to Tom’s room, holding the orange sweater in your arms. You knocked on his door, waiting for a response.

“Tom?”

The door cracked open, and you saw the familiar chocolate brown eyes peaking out at you before his voice, “What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d return this to you. Thanks for letting me wear it,” you handed him the hoodie.

“No problem,” he smiled, grabbing it.

The two of you remained in your position, staring into each other’s eyes. You were sucked into the depths of his eyes, pooled with love and lust. He, on the other hand, was fantasizing about you, imagining the things he could do with you.

Harry’s footsteps emerged from the stairs and shook you from your stare, “I should get going. We need to shower. See you later,” and off you went.

“See ya,” he whispered to your back.

Your cheeks were flaming red as you rushed to the shower. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach and a something running down your spine. Your head snapped back to look but no one was behind you. You shook your head and hopped into the moist cubicle. You held yourself in your arms, thinking back to what just happened. Was Tom lusting over you? You shivered at the thought and told yourself that you were going insane. You scrubbed away your “delusional” thoughts and drowned yourself in the warmth.

-

Tom stood in his shower, thinking about your eyes drilling his. He couldn’t help but think of him pounding into you with your eyes locked with his. He groaned in lust and frustration. His member had grown hard from his thoughts. A hand reached up the his hair, combing through it with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, though. Leaning against the wall, his hand moved down to his length.

-

You stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body. With a blowdryer in your hand, you blew your hair dry, combing it occasionally. Once you finished drying it, you changed into your clean clothes. Strands of hair fell in front of your face and no matter what, they couldn’t stay back. You sighed and pulled your hair into a messy bun. 

You walked out of the bathroom, then your room to the stairs. Harry was already sitting on the couch, snacks piled on the table ahead of him. The controller was in his hand as he looked for a movie to watch. Tom appeared from the kitchen, holding a big bowl of popcorn. You hurried down the stairs, sitting beside Harry.

“What movie do you wanna watch? Can’t find one,” Harry asked you.

“How about Harry Potter?”

You felt the cushion beside you dip, realizing Tom sat beside you. You turned and smiled at him while he smiled back. The tingling sensation in your stomach flared once again.

Harry awkwardly coughed behind you, “Which one?”

You ripped away from your shared gaze and replied, “Um, maybe Goblet of Fire?”

“Sure,” he replied and selected the movie. 

All your attention shifted to the screen, snatching the bowl of popcorn into your arms. You watched the snake slither through the grass into the skeleton, revealing the large logo: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. You grabbed a small amount of popcorn, stuffing your face with it. Your legs were crossed under the bowl, the gap in between your legs holding it straight.

Harry and Tom began to snack away, as well. Harry opened a bag of pretzels while Tom got a bottle of beer. The room was filled with sounds of chewing, crunching, and swallowing.

It had been about an hour into the movie, and your favorite scene began to play. 

Hermione shyly peeked her head out from behind the wall, looking down at the small clusters of people. She stepped out from her hiding, revealing her entire look. Her hair was sleek and twisted into an elegant knot. She wore a multi-toned pink dress that was nicely secured to her torso with sleeves made of a flowing material, same as her skirt. A plum colored belt wrapped around her waist, tying into a small bow in the front.

Squealing, you whispered, “She looks gorgeous!”

You watched as she descended down the stairs, slowly making her way to the bottom. Viktor Krum approached her, wearing his red dress robes. He politely bowed before giving her his arm. She gently placed her arm onto his, gaining a satisfactory nod from Krum that she didn’t notice, causing you to giggle.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom was staring at you the entire time. He admired you as you sat with your hair pulled up messily and oversized t-shirt hiding the place he desperately wanted to see. When he heard you murmur “She looks gorgeous,” he quietly said, “You look gorgeous, too,” but it was too quiet for anyone else to hear.

It was 2 A.M., yet the movie was still yet to finish. After all you had done that day, you were completely drained and in need of a relaxing sleep. You forced yourself from falling asleep, shoving more loads of popcorn into your mouth. Sadly, it didn’t work, and your eyes began to flutter shut. With all the energy remaining in you, you tried to pry your eyes open. You only saw darkness, and your head went limp, leaning against one of the boys beside you.

Harry looked at Tom who had suddenly gone stiff. The twin noticed your unconscious figure leaning against his older brother.

“We should get to bed,” Harry whispered, turning off the the television.

“Yeah, I’ll take her to her room,” Tom replied, moving his arms to carry you bridal style.

“Alright, goodnight, then,” Harry waved, yawning before he entered his room.

Tom brought you to your room, gently placing you on the bed. He hadn’t realized that your shirt rode up higher than before, revealing your Calvin Klein panties. He was brought back to his fantasies, but quickly recovered when you shifted in the bed. He draped the blanket over your body, bidding you a good night before you instinctively wrapped yourself around his arm. He tried to gently pry you off without waking you but there was no use. Your grip was shockingly strong for someone who was unconscious. 

He gave in and snuggled into bed beside you. You let go of his arm, cuddling into his warmth. He looked at you and smiled. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you. Your movements came to a halt and all went silent. 

Tom fell asleep, arm still wrapped around you. You had moved your arm to hug his muscular torso. The two of your legs were tangled together. 

It was the most peaceful sleep either of you had had in a long time.

! next part coming soon !

can u write a imagine where tom and the reader are having a romantic convo while cuddling the day before valentine days and tom accidently spills what he bought for her for valentines day

cheesy spoilers

a/n: this is kind of short, but i hope you enjoy it... i don’t know if the gift i inserted was good because i’m not much a valentine’s person... enjoy xx

warnings: swearing, fluff, tom the living spoiler

masterlist                     prompt list

pt.1 | pt.2

Tom held you in his large, muscular arms, your face pressed against his chest. The two of you were laying in bed, talking restlessly the day before Valentine’s Day.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides. Your movement ceased, and you looked up at him, “What?” He asked, chuckling before realizing he had spoiled his own surprise. “Fuck, shit. Y-You didn’t hear anything,” his large hands cupped your ears, shushing you. 

“Tommy,” you pulled his hands from your ears, “you’re so precious. Thank you so much. You shouldn’t’ve,” you pressed your body even further into his, arms wrapping around his buff body.

He smiled softly, gently squeezing you, “I love you and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. I will always be here to protect you, through thick and thin. You’re forever in my mind. You’ll never be alone, Y/N.”

Tears filled your eyes, “I-I don’t know what to say. How did I end up with such a good boyfriend?” You felt wet drops falling down your face.

“Oh, don’t cry, darling,” his hand was stroking your back.

“This is your fault,” you giggled over your tears, “I probably look so stupid right now.”

“No, you look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous,” he said softly, kissing your head.

“Stop, this is too soft for me,” you whined. “I love you, but you set me off sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes, “You do, too, which makes us perfectly compatible. Classic opposites attract.” You yawned, starting to feel the time catching up to you. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”

“Alright, Tommy. Goodnight. I love you,” your voice wobbling.

“Goodnight, love.”

With one final kiss to your head, he drifted off into a peaceful sleep while you were already in a deep slumber, dreaming about your future with Tom.

man child

a/n: i used my prompt list for this so you guys should go check that out and send in some requests because i’m drained of ideas... this title whole fic is shit in my opinion,,, @ tRiGgEreD

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: BaD wOrDs two of them

masterlist                 prompt list

“Is that my shirt?” Tom asked, watching you waddle around the kitchen with snacks piling in your arms.

“Yeah, sorry. I conveniently found it, and you know the saying, finders keepers,” you pouted at your mobster boyfriend, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“It looks better on you anyways,” he shrugged before setting up the movie.

You blushed, feeling a burst on tingles in your abdomen. Quickly brushing off his comment, you threw all the snacks at his blanket-clad body and settled beside him. He pulled the blanket over you, warmth enveloping you. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as his arm moved to wrap around your waist. You let yourself snuggle into his muscular body.

“I love you, Tommy,” you looked up at him, eye shining with admiration.

“I love you, too, darling,” he leaned down, placing kisses all over your face. “You’re fucking adorable,” you giggled as his words vibrated on your neck.

“Stop,” you whined, “pay attention to the movie.”

He glanced at the screen before bringing his attention back to you, “I like watching you more.”

Somehow, Tom had ended up snuggled in your lap and you were stroking his newly grown curls. You doubted he was watching the movie at all, he was most likely asleep. His eyes, indeed, were fluttering shut, relaxing at the feeling of your fingers massaging his head.

“Love, I’m tired. Can we go to bed?” Tom pouted and whined like a child.

“How is it that you are one of the strongest mobsters out there, but you are a literal child?” 

“I’m not a child,” he furrowed his brows, crossing his arms awkwardly.

“Sure, Tommy, sure,” you rolled your eyes, continuing to play with his hair.

He let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms, only centimeters away from hitting your face.

“Let’s go to bed, baby,” you tapped his arm.

He let out a small ‘yay’ and threw you over his shoulder. Your ass stuck out and your Tom’s shirt started to slip off your petite frame.

“A child couldn’t carry you like this, could they?”

“A muscular child could,” you poked his back, cackling as he groaned.

is this seat taken

a/n: oof i’ll make a part 2 later... sorry if i haven’t been updating as much, i’ve been reading a series of books and i’m trying to get through them as fast as possible... also having a big writers/imagination block right now,,, fOcK

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: sort of sexual, tom is a perv

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pt.1 | pt.2

You entered the massive classroom, earbuds drowning out the chattering of the other students. You found a table for yourself and placed your bag on the seat beside you. Already knowing the assignment, you traveled over to the supply table, grabbing your desired colors of acrylic paints, a paintbrush, and a piece of acrylic paper. Placing them onto your table, you moved to the sink, filling a tin with water to clean your brush. 

You thoroughly enjoyed art. It was your best subject and you’d taken interest in it ever since you were 5, although your works then were meager. 

With your earbuds still in, you began to start your painting of the landscape of a frozen lake and the sun setting. You began with a light base of white paint before starting with the light blue to represent the lake. 

You’d been calmly stroking your canvas when the door burst open and a group of fraternity boys piled in. They were gossiping loudly, loud enough for you to hear even through your blasting music. The frat leader, Tom Holland, stood at the front, winking and biting his lips as girls looked at him. The only reason they took art was because they believed it was an easy A, though you were quite surprised that they even came to class.

Rolling your eyes, you turned the volume of your music even higher in attempt to block out their hoots. To your dismay, they decided to sit at your table. Most sat across of you, while some followed Tom. 

You felt a a light tapping on your shoulder, and irritably, you pulled out your earbud, “Can I help you?”

“This seat taken?” The boy looked at you, one hand tucked into his pocket as he leaned against the table.

Looking at him with disbelief, you asked, “Yeah, it is actually.”

“Really? I don’t see anybody sitting here or coming to claim it,” he looked around the classroom.

“As you can see, my bag is actually reserving that seat, so I’m sure you can sit somewhere else. This room is quite big, you’ll find a seat,” you turned away from him and plugged your ears with the loose earbuds, ending the conversation.

The brunette and his posy laughed, ignoring your what you had just said. He moved your bag off the seat, sat down, and let the bag rest in his lap instead.

You obviously noticed this and rolled your eyes. You told yourself to ignore it, knowing that he would move away if you paid him no mind. You continued your painting, giving it your full attention to the point of standing up and tucking the chair away.

Your ass was now jutting out, as you were bent over, and you noticed Tom had finally moved. Where to, you didn’t know, until you felt someone pressing against you from behind. They were attempting to walk past you, but seemed to be adding lots of pressure against you. This person was taking their sweet time and you weren’t taking any of it.

You straightened, pulling out your earbuds and turning to see Tom behind you, “Excuse you,” you glared.

“Yes, darling?” Him and his friends were grinning and sniggering beside you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He blinked at you innocently.

“What you were just doing. That was highly inappropriate,” you huffed angrily.

“I wasn’t doing anything. I was just trying to get past you.”

“You could’ve gone another way. If you couldn’t tell, I was concentrating,” you snapped.

HIs friends started chuckling, mocking you. You shot them a sharp glare, shutting them all up. Luckily, before Tom began talking, the bell rang. You let out a sigh of relief when the frat boys started leaving. Tom, on the other hand, stayed.

“What are you still here for?” You began cleaning up the surface, not in any rush.

“Here,” he handed you a paper, “party on Friday. Call me if you have any questions,” he kissed the back of your hand, winking at you before escorting himself out.

You blushed and felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. The back of your hand was tingling where he had kissed you. You looked at the paper and the address and phone number scrawled on it. You started giggling. Hiding it in your fist, you stopped the fit of laughter coming out of your mouth and face-palmed, ashamed you felt the way you did.

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