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heytherejulia · 8 months

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Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you

word count: 1,4k

It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes.

When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet.

Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power.

Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little.

When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you.

About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder.

‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’

There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’

Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise.

‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’

Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.

‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’

‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’

Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist.

After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram.

‘Haz?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’

Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’

‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’

You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.

‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears.

‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears.

‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’

‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’

#harrison osterfield fluff #harrison osterfeild imagine #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield #dad!harrison #tom holland x reader

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tom-holland-parker · 2 years

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Richkid!Tom x reader x Harrison Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 742

Note: I literally haven’t had the energy to write for so long and when I finally do want to write I break my fucking wrist. So ignoring all the pain that writing this caused, LITERALLY, here is the long awaited part 2 that people wanted. Hope you like it besties

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“Baby, Look what you did to Harrison” Tom gestured to Harrison’s cock. You groaned as you felt Tom’s fingers move to your clit, “Why don’t you go help him out”

“Please” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, maybe it was for Tom to keep touching you or maybe it was for Harrison to fuck your mouth either way you wanted both, “I’ll be a good girl”

“Yeah you will” Tom kissed your temple, removing his fingers from your clit. You whimpered at the loss of his fingers as you opened your eyes to see Harrison walking closer to you, his hand in his pants fisting his cock. You moved to fall to your knees but Tom grabbed your arm, “Lets move to the living room”

You didn't protest, grabbing Harrison by the hand and moving him to the couch, “where do you want me?” You asked as you failed to take your eyes off his hardened cock.

“I want you bouncing on my cock like the perfect slut your daddy makes you out to be” Harrison’s hands moved to your hips as he pulled you closer. Your knees falling to the couch as your hands moved to grip his shoulders. You moaned as Harrison’s hands traveled over your body, not a spot untouched by him.

A sudden unexpected slap on your ass caused your body to jolt forward. You looked up, eyes meeting Tom as he stood behind you, his hands moved to grab your neck, “be a good girl and do it just like daddy taught you to”

Heat flushed your body as you became filled with the need to please the two best friends. Without a second thought you guide Harrison’s cock to your hungry pussy, desperate for him to stretch you out. “Oh fuck-” Harrison moans as you moved down on him, your pussy so tight and wet.

“You’re so big” You moaned as you felt his hands move to your hips once again to guide your bounces. You leaned back into Tom as you felt his hands pet your hair, “Does that feel good baby?” He asked, already knowing the answer

“So good daddy” Your loud sounds of pleasure filling the room, “So fucking good”

Tom smiled as he looked down at you, his cock becoming hard again at the sight of you riding his best friend. Harrison was on cloud 9 with every single movement you made on his cock, “Fuck y/n just like that” His hand moved to rub your clit, “Such a good girl”

The tight circles being rubbed into your clit were sending you overboard, you gripped toms thigh as you came on Harrison’s cock. ”You can do better than that” Tom’s voice rang in your ears, “give him another one baby”

Tom smiled as your eyes rolled back, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. No words were exchanged as you already knew what he wanted, you opened up and welcomed his cock with the warmth of your mouth.

The feeling was indescribable, being filled both ways at the same time. You’d spent countless nights getting yourself off to the idea of it but experiencing it was better than whatever your mind came up with.

Harrison’s eyes rolled back as he felt you squirt around him. He came deep inside you, pulling out just to enjoy the sight of his cum dripping out your ruined cunt, making a mess between the both of you.

Tom was relentless while fucking your throat, he was chasing his high and didn’t care how he got it. It didn’t take long before he was cumming in your mouth, if he had one weakness it was your mouth. Pulling out, he smiled as he saw the mess that was your face. Covered in sweat, drool, and now his cum dripping down your chin, there wasn’t a prettier sight.

He brought his fingers to your chin, scooping up the stray cum that didn’t make it to your mouth and put it on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying sucking off the cum from his fingers, “That’s right baby, not a drop goes to waste”

When his fingers left your mouth you pouted. Harrison chuckled at the submissive state that you seemed so comfortable in. “Now get on your knees and clean Harrison up” Tom smiled as he grabbed your throat, “every single drop”

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websterss · 1 year

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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 — 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The reader is a knight and has fought to earn her place amongst the other men, plus the reader’s father was one of the greatest knights in the kingdom. And she trains harder than any of the other knights.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff, some angst I guess

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,815

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Prince!Harrison Osterfield x Knight!fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you like it! This is an old repost.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

There had been a time where a little girl dreamed of living in riches and dressed properly in the finest gowns made by the best seamstresses. That dream brought her hope and fascination. Royalty was something she wanted for her family more than her own desires. Her family didn’t have the best money, but they did have something going for them. Her father served as a knight for the Osterfield’s, a royally rich family who repaid the Y/L/N’s back for allowing her father to guard the royal family.

As her father trained and fought when Y/n was barely a small child, he often brought her along and let her explore the parts of the castle where he built up his strength with the rest of the men who served. Y/n would wander around carefully avoiding swords that clashed together and sharp knives being thrown at their target. She’d go down a long corridor where it would lead her to the stables. This had to be her favorite place to go. Especially after her meeting with the king and queen’s son. Harrison.

Harrison and she hit it off quite nicely after he offered her an apple after having fallen down from trying to climb on top of one of the horses. Just a scrape on the knee and a juicy red apple to calm her cries. The two were only eight and nine at the time. By now Harrison was learning the ways of ruling an entire kingdom all on his own, for now at least, since he was to be betrothed to a princess on his twenty-first birthday. Yet you knew better where your priorities stood. And that was to serve and guard your majesties and fight in any war that could harm the royal family and its kingdom.

Having a place amongst the other knights was an honor. Serving and protecting your king and queen was basically giving up your life for theirs, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to do for your kingdom and for your father. After having won in a chaotic war, to which your father prepared his entire life for, nothing could have prepared him for his beloved wife to fall ill. This was shortly after your twelfth birthday.

A common sickness that your mother had held. The doctors said there was nothing that could be done other than being by her side during her last few hours. It brought you despair and utter depression to watch her go. Her eyes slowly closed. It replayed in your head over and over, until it became a nightmare you would wake up from.

Her dying changed some part within you that it made you hate any higher end for taking her so soon. It made you angry, it made you do the one thing that your father never wanted you to become. But alas, there was nothing he could do to prevent you from being a noble knight like he was. He forbade you, but he knew better than to think you would actually listen to him, and to what he had to oppose.

He hadn’t let you touch a bloody sword until you turned sixteen. Then that’s when your training began. A lot of the younger boys who were about your age considered you a dainty girl who could break under a simple beating. They made fun of you, but what would they know, you were a girl, so what, it’s not like they’ve haven’t seen a girl before. You were a girl who had something to prove, not just to the boys who laughed and mocked you or even your father, but to the girl’s who didn’t believe they could be above a man.

It was not easy at first, the guys definitely did not go soft on you, which you were grateful for, but it did hurt nonetheless every time they pinned you under them. You could not put your finger on the number of cuts and bruises you received from them.

The groans you let out as one of the boys you would be paired up with, Philipp, had always managed to get a tight hold on your wrist. Pinning them above your head with a stupid smirk plastered on his lips.

“Sure you got the hang of it there, sweetheart?” Philipp would taunt you. He was never one who liked to be beaten, so as long as he had a girl, you, underneath him. All the guys saw him as an equal.

“Get off me.” You’d grunt as he always felt the need to apply pressure to a bruised area on your body.

“If we were not training, I would like this position a tad more, don’t ya think so?” Phillip was rather straightforward when he wanted to be, but when he spoke what was on his mind, it usually wasn’t quite appropriate.

“I said get off!”

“Make me then.”

“Phillip, I believe the lady asked you to let her go.” His voice brought chills down your spine as you noticed how quiet the training area got.

It was almost an everyday thing where the prince himself got you out of situations where you needed help. You never asked for his service or the constant saving. You were a knight, and a knight played the hero, not the damsel in distress. Stressed out you were at times, but a damsel, certainly not, and never would be.

“You did not have to do that.” You protested.

“You did not have to become a knight either, but here we are. Besides, Phillip was being an arse.” Harrison’s expression gave it all away, he was angry.

“And he will keep being an arse if you do not quit helping me. I am not…” You paused. “a damsel who needs saving, Harrison.” You clenched your jaw and let a few teardrops fall. Your face hardened. You had grown tired of the constant pleading and arguing. You did not have the time to put up with him.

“You are not a knight yet, Y/n, so I’ll keep being your knight in shining armor until then.” Those would be his final words every time you confronted him about the way he saw you, the way he treated you. As if you were a delicate flower, so precious, so dainty that even the slightest crush or touch from a hand would somehow cause you harm. You would lose a petal and begin to fade. You were not going to have none of it though.

It was a regular evening at the castle. Some of the knights were standing guard, keeping a close eye for an intruder. The king and queen and their youngest, Princess Charlotte, were all tucked away in their chambers fast asleep getting a good night’s rest. The prince, however, was very wide awake, and couldn’t get the tiniest bit of shut-eye. Staring at the dark ceiling tucked underneath the sheets, he couldn’t help but feel the need to get out of bed. Not having the slightest idea of what he would find, Harrison slipped on his breeches and a shirt. He left his shirt untied, letting the thin black strings hang loosely on his chest. He slipped on his boots and left his chamber.

The corridors were slightly dimmed by the burning torches up against the walls, it wasn’t completely dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see.

Walking past pillars he was all too familiar with, he soon realized he was coming close to the training area. A glimmer of light illuminating the entryway of the double doors. One door was ajar, however.

He got closer and then finally heard heavy grunts and puffs and the sound of the targets getting hit. He stepped forward glancing inside to see who had the nerve to be up this late at night.

He wasn’t sure who it could be, the curiosity got the better of him and he leaned his body weight against the door frame, getting a clear view of the person.

And lo and behold, there you were facing the knives you just threw perfectly alongside the arrows you arched just minutes early.

You were quite out of breath, and the beads of sweat on your face and neck lingered. Some of it could still be seen right down the cleavage area on the top of your breast. Even in this state, Harrison could not help but admire you more.

You ran the back of your sleeve against your forehead. Taking a deep breath before grabbing a hold of your crossbow, pulling it upwards to aim.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Harrison announced his presence inside the room making you quickly turn around at the sound of his voice.

Harrison stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“As opposed to your bedtime?” You quipped back at him.

“I am the prince I can do as I please.” He rolled his eyes as he took long strides towards you.

“And I am a knight, I can train as I please.” You turned your back to him. “Preferably alone that is.” You said over your shoulder.

“Ah yes.” He nodded playing along. “Will you see lady Y/n.” He smirked knowing how much you dislike being called lady. “You certainly can train, but you wouldn’t be much use if you keep overworking yourself now would you?” He hovered over you, standing closely behind you. The touch of his fingers sweeping your hair to one side was too good to be true.

“I am not overworking myself.” Your chest rose and then fell from short of breath.

“Your sweating love.” Harrison walked around to face you fully. His hand rose to brush a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “That is what happens when someone works very hard.”

“Why do you need to work harder?” He looked at you confused. “I am still hoping to prove my worth.” You shrugged.

“Worth? You most certainly have proven the strength you contain and your capability of pinning even the strongest man there is. What more could you possibly have to prove?!” He shook his head in disbelief.

You stared at him for a brief moment before shaking your head and retrieved your two swords. Of course, Harrison would be clueless to what you needed to prove. Too busy trying to be king, he forgot the one thing you disliked him doing. If he couldn’t figure it out for himself then you were going to have to do it yourself.

“Y/n?” He furrowed his brows as he watched you throw your swords and catch them by the blades.

“What do you think you are doing?” He stepped back as you took a step towards him.

“Proving myself.” You let a deep breath out before lunging yourself at him.

Harrison reacted rather quickly, dodging the arm you swung towards his head. Once he stood tall again he stared at you wide-eyed.

“Are you mad?”

“Fight me!” You swung your swords again.

“What? No, Y/n stop this!” Harrison kept dodging your swings. He was ducking and backing away from your approaches. He was getting really tired of trying to get away from you, so he did what he could do. Right as you took another swing at him he crouched and spun kicking your leg outwards. The contact made you fall on your back with a grunt.

Harrison acted quickly and straddled your hips to get you to stop moving. He grabbed a hold of your wrist and pinned them above your head.

“Will. You. Stop!” He groaned as you continued to squirm underneath him.

“Get off me!” You growled.

“No.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I did not wake up to fight you.”

“Then why are you even here?”

“I was concerned about you.” His eyes softened a bit.

“I’m fine.” You huffed as you felt defeated by his hold.

“I do not believe you.” He stared down at you with those blue eyes of his.

“Get off.” You muttered quietly.

“Not until you tell me why you felt the need to fight with me.” He shook his head. You continued to squirm around more until you finally caved in. “You see me as weak.” You frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“I am talking about you treating me as if I am still a damsel in distress. It has been a very long time and to this day you keep doing things that make me look dainty.” You admitted.

“What things?” He questioned.

“Well for starters this!” You motioned to how you and he were laying on the floor.

“Oh.” He quickly released your wrists. “I didn’t know that bothered you.” He dusted the dirt off him before offering his hand to you. You took it, either way, then got up to your feet.

“It does.” You wiped off the dirt on your worn out dress.

“Why is it so important to you that I see you as anything but dainty?” He came closer to you.

“I have tried my hardest to prove to your mother and father and the other men that I can be just as strong and capable of going into battle, but even if I am working harder, it seems like the only person I can’t seem to prove that too, is you.”

“I know you are strong Y/n.” He smiled to himself a little.

“If you know I am, then why do you constantly keep trying to get me out of harm’s way? You keep trying to prevent me from being a knight. Why is that Harrison?”

“For that exact reason, love. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It is a little too late for that now.” You scoffed softly. “That’s no reason though, why do you hate the idea of me being a knight?”

“Ever since I met you, you have shown me how tough you really are. There is no denying that, but ever since your father came back from war injured, you haven’t stopped thinking of being a knight. You were never told to become one, you just did. You have never told me why you wanted to be one, it has always been a mystery to me. And as much as I don’t like you using a sword, or battling the other men, you are most certainly great at it.” He smiled at all the times where you had managed to pin some of the other men down. “I have never seen you as someone who is dainty or weak for that matter, but you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember, so getting the chance to know you and grow up with you, you have a spot in my heart. I couldn’t bear the idea of something terrible happening to you.”

You took everything he told you. Every word, every movement, every shine that glowed in his eyes. You could not have asked for a better best friend, one you have grown to love with all your heart, and much more.

“Have I ever told you how much you mean to me because you do.” You laughed shakily.

“I do not believe you have.” He chuckled, taking a step after another, until he was right in front of you. His eyes wandered over every small detail of your face, only this time he was really observing you. Taking in every bit of you. He raised a hand and cupped the side of your face. His thumb rubbed over your cheek softly. Your breath hitched as you soon came to realize just how close the proximity was between the both of you. You could feel the slightest breath he let past his nose hit directly onto your lips.

“You mean so much to me.” You whispered as your head rested against his own.

“As do you to me.” He lifted your chin up so your eyes could meet his. “I want you to know that…I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled softly, not thinking much of his words.

“No, love, I love you. Not just that, I adore you, in more ways than one.”

“Harrison-” You began shaking your head not believing the words he was speaking to you.

“I hope you feel the same way as I do.” He said.

“I do.” You muttered.

“I want you to be right by my side when I am crowned king. Forever and always.”

“What about your princess?”

“That is my decision, not my fathers or my mothers. I want nothing more, but you.”

“You mean that?” You smiled.

“Every word my love.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow rhythmic kiss.

“Forever and always?” You pulled back for air.

“Forever and always.” He kissed one more time.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild x reader #harrison osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield x fem!reader #harrison osterfield oneshot #my gif #writings by juls

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hollandorks · 2 years

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the montreal problem - masterlist

Summary: The reader has big plans to spend a month in Montreal with her boyfriend. The problem? He breaks up with her just as her flight is leaving. Now she’s going to be stuck in an unfamiliar city for a month with no place to stay. That is, until an unexpected hero offers her a solution.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Epilogue 1 Epilogue 2 The London Problem

#the montreal problem #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield imagine #real person fiction #tmp #pardon me just doing some blog maintenance!

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tomhollandandtessa · 2 years

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Happy to announce I’m back on my Tom Holland bullshit :))

#missed him #tom holland #peter parker #tom holland imagine #spiderman #tom holland smut #tom holland blurb #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #harry holland #peter parker imagine #sam holland #tom talk #spiderman homecoming #peter parker smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff

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buck-nialled · 2 years

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Take One - H. Holland Blurb

NOTE: this is my first harry imagine, hope you like it! also harry works at a photography company in this imagine and is currently suffering baby fever mkay cool glad we’re on the same page

WARNINGS: eludes to smut at the end but other than that, none.

SUMMARY: husband!harry photographs newborns and contracts baby fever. fortunatley, you’re no better.

“Angel!” Harry’s jubilant voice follows the unmistakable sound of your front door creaking open. You giggle to yourself as you continue folding the steaming clothes, still fresh from the dryer.

“In the bedroom!” You call out, already anticipating the feeling of his arms belting around your waist, and the familiar lens of his camera poking your back. While uncomfortable the first few times he forgot to remove his strapped camera from around his neck, the protuberance has grown on you.

“I just can’t help it.” You recall him mumbling on more than one occasion. “I get too excited to see you.”

This golden hour in your shared flat was no different. As soon as his heavy footsteps picked up on the house stairs, as did your heartbeat. The arms squeezed your waist next, then the camera nestled gently into your back, his unruly hair tickled your neck and–

You shivered at the newest addition–the cool exterior of his wedding band against your bare skin as his hands gilded beneath an old tee shirt you stole from the pile of clothes currently being folded.

“Today was so fun,” he never asked if you wanted to hear about his day because you always did. No matter if it was good or bad, his job always left him learning something new and coming straight home after to share it with you. Despite you being clueless about what EV compensation is or a stranger to white balance, you smiled and nodded anyway because his happiness was just that contagious. The tells that he’s suffered a phenomenal 9-5 were always there, too. He would bury his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder and plant a multitude of kisses there, while one of his hands glided to lock fingers with yours and squeeze it. And as a treat to himself–and you, as you will be listening to him jabber about his day in detail for the next hour–he always makes the same proposal.

“Let’s order Gregg’s for dinner.”

“Good day?” You query, topping the stack of folded clothes with a final sweatshirt before spinning to face him. He was practically glowing as he bounced on his toes–still clad in loafers with an unstoppable grin.

“Great day!” He corrects and reaches for his camera to bring up his most recent shots. We had these newborns come in today for their first photos.” You awe silently as he scrolls through some of the raw footage taken. Your eyes flickered from his work, back up to him. It seemed that with each colorful bow or animal onesie that flew past his eyes, his smile grew bigger.

“They were so cute!” He cooed, stopping at one in particular. The newborn child in the photo was presenting a sour face towards the lens. “This one reminds me of you.”

You yearn to argue, there is no denying the similarities. Especially towards the beginning of your relationship, Harry was keen on taking as many candids of you walking around your house, playing with Tessa, following your skincare routine, and several other mundane activities. The face the child is making in the photo is one, you too, have shown him on occasion. You simply laugh at the photo and elbow him in the side for the cheeky comment.

“In all seriousness, though. It got me thinking.”

“I never thought I’d see the day…” A gasp leaves you as you rest the palm of your hand on your chest.

“After they left, I couldn’t shake the thought of what you’d actually…look like.”

“As a baby? Because my mother has three albums worth of photos. And you’ve seen nearly all of them.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, curls flopping around before he brings his fingers through them. “What I mean to say is…I wonder what your baby–our baby will look like.” He breathes out, not daring to meet your eyes. He is bouncing on his heels yet again, fingers nervously fidgeting with the buttons on his camera.

“Oh,” you hum. A few seconds of silence pass between you two, neither knowing what to say.

Until you finally beckon him, “just one?”

“Huh?” His whiskey eyes travel upward to meet yours, a bit of curiosity lingering in them.”

“You said, baby. You only want to have one?” You inch closer to him, hands silently snaking up his back to reach the clip to his camera. When it becomes unclasped, you gently set the piece on the edge of the bed.

“Well, actually I’ve always felt good about two.”

“Of course.” You nod understandingly. “You are a twin, after all.”

“Right.” He chuckles, before getting choked up as you take him by the back of his neck and draw his body closer to yours.

“That’s also double the chance one of them will get your freckles.” You whisper as your noses caress one another.

“Or your laugh.” He mimics your hushed tone.

“Or your curls.” You add.

“Or your dimples.” He suggests.

“Or your eyes.”

“Harry…” You start.

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you want to stop guessing, and try to find out?” Upon your recommendation, he begins walking forward until your legs meet the back of the bed and cause you to dip down, with his hand stabilizing your every move. When the two of you have proximity so near, his lips are smoothly brushing against yours. But before they can collide in a sweet reunion, he breathes out, just for confirmation:

“Take one?”

“Take one.”

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Harrison Osterfield Navigation

NAVIGATION TOOLS:

FLUFF: ~

ANGST: *

Virtual Pining: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU ~

Description: Social Media AU in which Harrison and Reader (Hailee Steinfield faceclaim) are friends who are mutually pining for one another and their friends can tell but they won’t admit it and just say it’s playful flirting. Until…

Warnings: minor cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking.

Haters: Harrison x Reader SMAUs ~*

Description: Social Media AU in which Reader is Haz’s gf but haters make a few mean comments to her online and Haz and the boys jump to her defense.

Warnings: mentions of hate comments/bullying, lowered confidence, cursing, crying, the rest is fluff though!

Period Simulator Preference (Harrison is #4/Last) ~

Description: 817 wc, Harrison notices his girlfriend y/n has been struggling with her period and wants to understand what she is dealing with so he tries a period simulator.

Warnings: mentions of periods (and related subjects like cramps).

Mini Innuendos: Mini- Golf Dates with Harrison (blurb plus SMAU) ~

Description: 2.5k wc blurb/fic on mini-golf dates with Harrison with SMAUs (Social Media AUs) included

Warnings: just fluff and a few minor innuendos mentioned briefly.

TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon ~

Description: blurb preference based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff

Two Juggling Divs: A Harrison Osterfield x Reader ~

Description: Harrison attempts to cheer his girlfriend up by juggling

Warnings: none

Facing the Distance - A Harrison Osterfield SMAU ~

Description: Haz has to go film away from home, leaving his gf missing him and Haz missing her. So much fluff and tiny amount of spice

Warnings: some curses and some minor spice/suggestive content

Man Who Can Do Both: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU *~

Description: Haz’s modeling can cause some haters who are insecure in their own masculinity to feel the need to make comments but his gf jumps in to stop it

Warnings: sexist comments, some bullying, a few curse words

Instant Support : Harrison Osterfield x Reader *~

Description: 8k wc, Despite being long-distance, Harrison and Y/N manage to still be there for each other when something happens; such as the loss of a family member. Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: mentions of death/funerals/cremations/and related topics, grief-related topics, sadness, longing, mentions of churches (for funeral/memorial service), maybe a couple curse words, very brief mention of anxiety medication, family drama/tensions

Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcanon and small fic for Harrison Osterfield based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!

Warnings: family, wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, related topics.

“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference

Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for mult. characters; his is fluff

Warnings: violent video games, video game 'deaths'

Tom Holland Navigation

Main Masterlist Navigation (All My Works)

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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It’s back!! That’s right I’ll be doing the Summer of Love again this year! It will be running from the first day of summer to the last and just like last year I’d love to see other participate/use my prompts, just make sure you tag and credit me if you do! Anyways I hope you guys are all as excited as I am, I’ll also be running a small series this summer but I’ll talk more about that when I get closer to releasing it!

June 21st - September 22nd

Quick Rules:

Any au’s are allowed, the ones suggested below are just that, suggestions. I know a lot of people also love mob aus and royal aus, so do I, you can totally send those too, I just wanted to give some summery suggestions

In addition to aus you can totally request tropes too, so say you wanted specifically enemies to lovers or fwb just let me know

You can also request send in requests for previous series I’ve done. For example, I’ve had a few people ask if I would write anymore for That Which Binds You, so if you wanted me to do that you could just send your requests and specify that you want it written for those characters

This is open for smutty and NSFW content, but please just let me know if that’s what you want. You can simply add NSFW, smutty, or something like that to the end of your request so I get the message lol

Regular requests are still open so if you have something not on the prompt list or just something specific you want you can still send that in too!

Regular Masterlist

Summer of Love Masterlist

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Characters:

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Nathan Drake

Arvin Russell

Harrison Osterfield

Summertime AU Suggestions:

Surfer

Lifeguard

Rich Kid

Country Club

Camp Counselor

Summer School

Band

Water/Amusement Park

100 Prompts

Skinny dipping

Making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

Having a party on a boat

Attending a wine tasting

Going to the aquarium/zoo

Watching a firework display together

Waking up early to watch the sunrise

Picking strawberries

Sneaking into a concert

Napping on a hammock together

Playing beach volleyball

Drinking too much at a street fair

Going to a farmer’s market

Going to a drive in movie

Putting together patio furniture

Taking a road trip together

Getting stung by a jellyfish

Getting stuck at the top of a ferris wheel

A summer thunderstorm

Buying a snow cone machine

Body painting

Purposely spilling a drink

One person goes to a party without the other

Having a picnic

Eating fruit off of each other

Going to a party in an abandoned pool

A date at a museum or botanical garden

Searching for an inflatable pool

A sudden heatwave

One gets heatstroke and the other takes care of them

Running into your summer fling for the second summer in a row (V1. Tom Holland, V2. Nathen Drake)

Jumping off a rope swing

Going to a house concert

Getting caught fooling around

Meeting the parents for the first time

Throwing a pool party

Going to a bonfire

Making smores

Setting up a slip and slide

Making each other charm bracelets

Carving watermelons like they’re pumpkins

Getting scared while camping

Lemonade stand

Sending handwritten letters

A baseball game

Bumper cars

Trying to make your own ice cream

First time at a party/club

Swimsuit shopping

Going on a double date

“Kiss me, please.”

“Help me, my leg is asleep.”

“But I don’t wanna just be friends, I never wanted that.”

“I’m melting!”

“Shh, we’re gonna get caught!”

“I’m sorry, I’m just really hot.”

“I miss you, I still think about you every day.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Keep that thing away from me!”

“I’m happy just to be here with you.”

“I meant it, I love you.”

“You taste like coconuts.”

“We’re in the middle of a heat wave and you’re drinking hot coffee?”

“This line is so long, we’ll be dead by the time we reach the end of it.”

“You know I’d do anything for you.”

“Of course you look great, but you’d look even better if you took it off.”

“They’re hitting on you.”

“You are the center of my universe, as in everything revolves around you.”

“I wanna be wherever you are."

"Let's just stay in bed all day, I don't feel like getting up."

"Can you help me with my sunblock?"

"I’m sorry, you bought what?”

“I need you to let me in.”

"Please tell me we'll be there soon."

"What happened to you?"

"I'm being eaten alive!"

"Ew, you're sweating."

"Have you ever made a fire before?"

"What the hell is that noise?!"

"Not everything has to be a contest."

"I rented a metal detector."

“Keep your hands to yourself for the rest of the day.”

"Did you steal that?"

"Why are you sticky?"

"How would you feel about a strip tease?”

"How come you never just stay home?"

"Oh! The pavement is hot!"

"Let's rent a treehouse."

"Don't fall asleep on me alright?"

"Will you help me wash my car?"

"You know he didn't mean it like that."

"I like the sound of your voice."

"Leave."

"Please be careful, you're stressing me out."

"What kind of surprise is this?"

"I can’t, I don't know how to swim."

"Okay, now make a wish.”

“You can’t be serious right now!”

“Where were you?”

“I hate you.”

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Taglist + Mutuals:

@niallsvirgosun @roseke @collywobbl @akalilexanna @spideyssunshine @spideyspeaches @namoreno @rednights @belovedholland @farfromharry @minjix @thevery-firstpage @zspideyy @emistrash @andreagf956 @tomsirishgirlx @peachyafshawn @sleepybesson @nj01 @agbspidey @misshale21 @prancerrparkerr @raajali3 @ellabellabus07 @mayal0pez @xoxomaterialgirl @blankspaceblankday @inthegetawaycarwithtaylah @holyhumorliteraturelight @edgycatx @graciexmarvel @secretsthathauntus @kbakery @lnmp89 @negasonic-teenage-asshole @vendettaparker

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greenorangevioletgrass · 2 years

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Exchange student in London. Going back home for eid. Haz aka ur bf tagging along and being awestruck with every lil thing. From r wearing traditional to her hena to sweets of the occasion and much more!

Congrats on 4.5k BTW!!! 💙💙💙

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thank you!!!

wait but haz would LOVE wearing the traditional garb tho! he'd rock the shit out of it and your mom and aunties would gush over how handsome he looks <333 he'd be a div and play with the kids (my GOD he'd be so good with the kids) and take a gazillion pics of and with everyone, including you ofc!

#4.5k eid sleepover #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield imagine #muslim!reader

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anisas-nonsense · 2 years

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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Ok im back so idk if you’ve already done this could you do one with harry haz Tuwaine and tom (tom being your boyfriend) where reader gets thier period while there all at the beach then you can choose what happens next thanks xx

Period || Tom holland

Summary: You, Tom, Harry, Tuwaine and Haz all go for a nice day at the beach. You all walk around in the sun, going through shops then playing in the water and on the sand. The day was going well until mother nature had to come over to ruin the fun you’ve had.

Today you was going to the beach with your boyfriend and his friends. You and Tom have been dating for about 10 months now, yesterday being the first time you ever slept over when his friends were in the apartment.

You all got up nice and early around 8am as the beach was a bit of a drive away. When you had woke up though, you felt a pain in your lower stomach. You didn’t really take notice to it at the start, you thought it would eventually go away later on through the day.

You slipped on your white bikini before looking in the mirror to check out your body. You felt like your belly had gotten a tiny bit bigger like you was bloated a little. You kept staring at yourself in the mirror thinking whether or not you should just change.

You must’ve not noticed Tom walking into the room, as a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. He placed a kiss on your shoulder before saying, “You look beautiful baby, what’s wrong?” He then asked seeing your annoyed but sad expression.

“I-I…..I just feel fat now, I mean look at my belly. I might just change into something else” You sigh moving his arms off you to get another spare swimming costume that you did pack.

“Hey, hey, hey! You look amazing darling, you might not be able to see it but I can, your beautiful. Your figure is amazing, I love your curves and everything. Plus this bikini brings out these baby’s” He tells you, pointing to your boobs.

“Oi! Thanks babe but I should definitely change if it shows that, im hanging out with a bunch of boys” I laugh at his comment.

“No wear it, if they look at you i’ll kill them” He said seriously, but we all know he was joking. Then Tom and you went downstairs bringing the bag that had both your towels and spare clothes for when you go home. You decided not to eat anything due to just wanting to not look anymore bloated.

“Are you lot ready to go you take forever” Harrison complained whilst rolling his eyes.

“Yes we are you div, remember i’m driving” Tom slides on his shoes whilst You throw on your cover up over your bikini.

He then opened the door for you to walk outside to his car. It is going to be you, Tom, Harry, Harrison and Tuwaine who would be going to the beach on this sunny day. Tom put the bag in the back of the car, running over to open the passenger door for you .

“Thank you” you peck his cheek getting into the car, the other boys sitting in the back. You all listen to music on the way to the beach, the drive being a bit long. You started to feel a bit sick half way of the drive, your stomach having a small sharp pain.

“You okay, Angel?” Tom asked, placing a hand on your thigh whilst the other was on the wheel. He saw your discomfort, your hand firmly pressing your lower belly. You nod your head turning to look outside the window. “You look a bit pale, did you eat?” He questioned now placing his free hand on the top of your head, feeling if you had a temperature.

“I forgot…didn’t feel great earlier” You shrug like it wasn’t a big deal, however to Tom it was. Once the next turn came up, Tom took a right going into the drive through of Starbucks.

“What are you doing mate?” Harry asked.

“Y/n over here forgot to eat so i’m getting her soemthing-“ Before you could look at him to complain he beat you to it. “Don’t say anything, i’m getting you something. Anyone want anything?”

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After eating your food and having yo ur drink from Starbucks you felt more better. You still had that small pain in your lower stomach but it wasn’t as unbearable anymore. Once Tom parked his car everyone got out, feeling the heat hit your faces. Tom grabbed his bag which had both your stuff in like your towels and spare clothes.

There was quiet a few people on the beach today, some with their families or friends, simply having a good time out. You all walked over picking the sun beds that were free, luckily there was four all lined up. It wasn’t enough for the five of you but most the time you would all be in the water anyways.

You set the towels and sun cream down, as the boys take off there shirts putting some sun cream on themselves. Tom helped you put some on yourself, you doing the same to him, rubbing it all around his body. After a few minutes, they all went running through the hot sand and into the cold sea water. You laid there on the sun bed, your cover up now off with your sunglasses on, watching them mess about with a ball they had brought with them.

Tom then begged you to come into the water, well he more like came over dragging you into it. You all splashed around, laughing when the boys did silly things. Then they decided to play a game of net ball, you joining with them. The teams were Tuwaine and Haz against you and Tom, Harry being the referee. Tuwaine and Harrison won the first game but then you and Tom won the second.

You were all going to play another to see who would win, but Tom quickly pulled you by the waist, your back against him. “We’ll be back” He told the boys them saying an ‘alright’ to us.

You was confused at first to why he pulled you back over to the sun beds. But then he sat down, grabbing the bag of yours a his things. He pulled out a spare pair of his boxers, a pair of long jogger shorts that was his and your shirt that you brought.

You sat down on the opposite sun bed, giving him an confused look. He cleared his throat before speaking. “Y-you erm…uhhh. You started your period” He says making your eyes go wide as you stand up looking at what once was your white bikini, but now one with a red stain.

You sit back down, your face flushing red with embarrassment. “It’s okay though, don’t be embarrassed please. Just get changed into these. D-do you need them pad things? I can get them” He suggests feeling bad at how embarrassed you are. He’s never really seen you on your period in the ten months you have been dating.

You felt embarrassed, like you wanted to cry so all you did was stand up throwing the cover up over you. Grabbing the clothes and getting your purse. “No it’s f-fine…i’ll get it. Thanks though” You mutter walking along the sand to where the shops were.

You was having such a great time and now mother nature had to piss you off. You brought the pads you normally get going into some changing rooms that were along the beach. You put on the pad in Toms boxers, slipping on the jogger shorts which landed a little above your knees then your shirt.

You took a deep breath, walking back to the sun beds where Tom was still sat. The sun was starting to set now, the other boys having one more go in the water. You placed your bikini that was wrapped in a towel into the bag, looking over at Tom who was now in his normal clothes.

“You okay now? Do you need anything?” He curiously asked grabbing your hand playing with a few fingers. You stood there sighing, looking at your fingers.

“I’m sorry, Tommy” You wipe your eyes with your hands, Tom immediately bringing you down to sit on his left leg.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s natural. I’m not disgusted by it, if that’s what you think I am. Y/n, I wanna be here for you at that time. I wanna help you so you feel better” He kissed your forehead, his fingers slowly circling your side.

“It’s just embarrassing that I leaked through and y-you saw” You say, looking in his eyes.

“That’s okay, love. Don’t feel embarrassed, silly.” You smile just at the nick names. “How about when we get home, I’ll get your favourite snacks we can watch whatever you want and cuddle in my bed?” He asked with a light smile.

“That sounds good” You smile kissing his lips.

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fic #fluff #like #tom #imagine #hollandaccount #oneshot #tomhollandsimp #harry holland #harrison osterfield #tuwaine #period #period fic

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

Harry was sitting on the couch smiling at his phone. For the past few days he had been texting with this cute girl he ran into at the club. During this time, he got to know her quite well and began to discover that he might have some feelings for her.

But Harry didn't have as much confidence as Tom, as much charm as Sam, he wasn’t as good looking as Harrison (in his opinion) or had as much charisma as Paddy. He just wasn't them and he just wasn’t the best when it came to girls. He needed some advice, but he knew asking his brothers or Harrison would definitely not be that much of a help. The guys may have been good with the opposite sex, but they weren't shitty advisers on this field.

On the other hand, Tom, Sam and Haz did notice a change in Harry's behavior and figured that something serious was bothering their friend, but they wouldn't be themselves if they hadn't teased him before trying to help. Harry was too focused on replying to your message to notice that Tom was standing behind him reading all the messages on the screen.

‘So who is Y/N with a heart emoji, bro?’ The younger Holland jumped as usual in fear. Habit.

‘None of your business.’ He smirked sarcastically and locked the screen of his phone.

‘Hey Harry, come on, I told you about my current girlfriend.’

‘Yeah, you did. Two years ago, when I caught you with her on foreplay in our kitchen. I don't think I've heard of Zendaya as your official girlfriend before, and you've been shooting with her a lot longer.’

‘You should ask her out sometimes, you know? Maybe this is your chance, man.’ He knew Tom was right, but he would never admit it for his life.

‘Yeah yeah. I'm going to my room.’ Harry was halfway up the stairs when he heard Tom scream.

‘Just ask her on a date already!’ The words automatically made both Harrison, Sam and Daya run out of their rooms.

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’

Harry felt his cheeks turning red, and the urge to stick Tom's mouth shut or to kill him was growing with every second. Tom, on the other hand, couldn't care less about his lil bro’s death stares and pleading glances. Maybe he felt a little sorry for him, but at the same time, he knew it would be better for Harry if he shared it with his loved ones. As an older brother and a friend, he knew that this particular twin was not the smoothest with the girls and their help would certainly be needed.

‘Nobody, not now at least, but Harry's been hanging out with some girl named Y/N and he should definitely take her on a date.’

‘Leave me alone, I'm going to my room.’

When Harry disappeared behind the door to his room, it was Tom who spoke first.

‘We have to help him somehow. He will never go out with her without us.’

‘Ooh, man. Do we play matchmakers? I'm in it.’ The enthusiasm that gushed out of Harrison and Tom was worrisome to Zendaya, and she genuinely felt sorry for Harry, but she doubted her intervention in this endeavor would help anyone.

‘Sam, you’re in, right?’ Daya really hoped Sam would be smarter than her boyfriend and his best mate, but, oh boy, she was so wrong. The younger Holland joined this plan as eagerly as the previous two.

‘Z, are you with us?’

‘No, definitely not. Guys, you should let Harry make his own decision and you definitely shouldn't be playing matchmakers. Especially when you suck at it.’

‘Oi! But you know him. He won't do anything until someone pushes him to do it.’

‘It's still his life, Tom. Anyway, I'm going to the store, do you guys want something?’ The boys shook their heads. ‘See you later then.’

‘Hey, Z’ The girl turned. Tom walked over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Now you can go.’

After Zendaya left, the boys began to create a brilliant plan to get Harry to ask you on a date. They forced him to listen to their advice, on the condition that they would leave him alone afterwards.

Harry had two options here: listen to these idiots and maybe take advantage of it, or ignore them and deal with their complaints for the next few days. The second option definitely suited him better (excluding brothers and a friend sticking their noses into his love life), but the first option was a win-win for everyone. After all, he did not have to take their advice, and listening to them would not hurt him.

‘Okay, Harry. We have three ideas, three great ideas for your date with Y/N. And before you get out of the way, everything is already set up with your cute girlfriend.’

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

‘We hacked your account, man, and you’re meeting with her this Friday. This is where my wonderful plan comes in.’ Tom began. ‘Well, you’ll take her to the cinema for the horror movie, and then …’

As it turned out later, Tom's plan sucked so bad. Not only was the movie boring, but not scary at all, not least in Harry’s and yours opinion, but Tom, Sam and Haz, who went to the same screening to follow their brother's progress, screamed like little girls on every jumpscare that appeared on the screen. At the end, you and Harry spent some time in the café talking about the shitty movie and your hobbies, but to the boys' displeasure, there was no open flirting or kissing between you, you just acted like friends.

***

‘Okay, now that we know Spider-boy's plan sucks, we're going with mine. You’ll take her to paintball and then perhaps with a bit of luck you can kiss her. You know, someone will shoot her and you will take care of her.’

This date turned out to be an even greater failure than the previous one. You went on paintball (matchmakers along to spy on you), but as soon as you started the game, you were shot down by a player from another team in the face and ended up with a big bruise under your eye and visited an emergency room because of the paint in your eye. In fact, Harrison's plan probably worked slightly too well.

You didn't blame Harry for the whole incident and even said that it was your craziest stay in the hospital and that you had a lot of fun in the waiting room, while waiting for some ophthalmologist to remove the green paint from your eye. Fortunately, the paint was non-toxic and you were able to return to work after a few days, but Harry was still furious with his friends who came up with silly ideas like hiring a guy to shoot his date friend.

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’

‘Hey! Not at all! The plan was good, it wasn't my fault some idiot shot her in the face!’

‘You hired this idiot.’

But Tom and Harrison didn't hear Harry’s words because they were too busy with their own problems. They started arguing over whose plan was better, and went on to arguing about who would win a fight: Spider-man or Batman.

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’

‘Spider-man!’

‘Batman!!’

‘Spider-man!! Do you know how I know it? Because I'm Spider-man.’

‘Shut up, you twats. Harry, just take her for a walk in the park, you both have dogs, so take them and go for a romantic walk. It can't go wrong.’

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could.

Your doggie was still a puppy and was afraid of practically every bigger noise, so when you walked into Richmond Park and saw how many people had taken their dogs out just like you two, Harry knew that a third date in a row would be a total failure.

And that's exactly what happened, because the little french bulldog ran away from you as soon as a few larger dogs ran up and started barking at Tessa and Muffin, inviting them to play, and you both spent the whole afternoon looking for your dog. He eventually was found two days later when a woman came with him to the vet and called you after she saw your poster about a lost puppy.

However before your dog got lost, Haz, Tom and Sam decided to take Monty for a walk to spy on Harry and you. They turned out to be even worse spies than dating advisers. The three of them wore hoodies and sunglasses and sat on the bench directly opposite the one that you were sitting on. Harry recognized them right away, but not wanting to start a fight, he just offered you a walk in another part of the park.

But you did not live under a rock, and you recognized the boys, not only from the internet but also from Harry's stories. So when he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the west side of the park, you smiled awkwardly and waved at the young men sitting on the bench.

By that point, Harry was already so furious with the three of them that he gave them silent treatment and only spoke to Zendaya, who lived with them. He knew it was childish behavior, and in fact some of the events were downright bad luck and coincidence, but he was furious nonetheless, perhaps more at himself than at the boys.

Harry was sitting in the kitchen, editing photos from the last photoshoot he had taken and drinking his very milk tea when Z entered the room.

‘How's your dating going, Harry?’ The boy scowled at her and rolled his eyes.

‘Terriously, but I'm quitting making another attempt, maybe we just shouldn't be together.’

‘Or maybe you should just stop listening to those idiots you call friends? Two-thirds of them have no girlfriends, and your idiot of a brother is mostly with me because I took all the first steps. Harry, try something simple that both of you will be comfortable with. For example, invite her to your place for a movie marathon and just have a good time. If it doesn't spark between you guys, she’s not the one, but please don't do anything Sam, Harrison or Tom suggest you do.’

As it turned out later, Zendaya’s advice was the best of all. Harry really invited you to a Netflix marathon, and you watched “Brooklyn 9-9” cuddled up for the whole night. Perhaps you even shared a few kisses during one or the other episode, and then you perhaps even stayed overnight.

At a time when Harry was finally having his dream date with his perfect girl, Zendaya was lecturing the boys about their irrational behavior.

‘I told you all it is his life and to not interfere. I told you that Harry had to take the first step himself and your advice would not help him. Didn’t I?’

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

‘You should have helped him by simply supporting him, not by arranging shitty dates for him. Therefore, all three of you will apologize to Harry and Y/N for your behavior.’

‘But, Daya.’ The girl interrupted Harrison's statement. ‘End of discussion, boys. You know I'm right.’

She was, but neither of them was going to admit it. Maybe that was just the trait of all Hollands. And the Osterfields.

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rendezvous (t.h)

tom holland x little mix!reader

request from @thirlwallsholland for little mix!reader on holiday with tom and the boys - hope you enjoy !

a/n: i'm using jade thirlwall as face claim again for the smau posts for continuity

those 3 photos are also so wonky if you're on pc lol im so sorry - but honestly not sorry enough to spend 25 minutes fixing them. it looks good on the app on dark mode.

warnings: blood, injury, alcohol, maybe too much fluff lol

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The end of a tour was always a strange time. After so many weeks of living on the road with your closest friends, it was a shock to come back to reality. The end of this tour was especially hard, knowing it would be the last time you’d perform with your band for a while as you all took a well-deserved break.

Tom had witnessed the effect this had on you, and after spending a few days stroking your hair as you lay on the sofa binge-watching reality TV, letting you rest up he came to you with an idea. An escape from dribbly London, a holiday to celebrate and take your mind off of things. He suggested you invite the rest of the girls too, and once Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine heard about the trip they were all too excited to crash it.

So here you were, the eight of you sprawled out underneath the blue Bali sky, listening to the gentle crashing of the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on your skin.

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The boys had eventually tackled each other into the ocean and you lay on a beach towel, surrounded by the rest of your band. In your relaxed state, you only half register the familiar giggle approaching your towel, accompanied with a grumbly, “watch it, Tom!” from Jade as he no doubt blocked her sunlight. Something cold and wet hit your shoulder, followed by a cascade of tiny drips pattering over your stomach and you shriek, opening your eyes to meet Tom’s crinkly ones as he stands above you, shaking out his wet curls over you.

“Toooooom!” you groan, shivering at the cold water.

“Y/NNNNNN!” he mocks, dropping down onto the sand next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“What was that for?” you ask. “I was sunbathing.”

He shrugs.

“What’s the fun in having a girlfriend if you can’t bug the hell out of her?” he grins, knocking his forehead into yours.

You roll your eyes, inadvertently snuggling into his side. You can never stay annoyed at him for long.

“Anyway, I came over hear to ask you to play chicken with Tuwaine and I.” he says. “Otherwise I gotta have Harry on my team and he sucks at chicken.”

You snort into his shoulder, nodding.

“Harry does suck at chicken.”

Before you even have a chance to decide whether to play, Perrie is hopping up off her towel, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet.

“Pez!” you shriek as she tugs you towards the water, Tom laughing and jogging after the both of you. “What the hell is going on?”

“A game!” she cheers. “We have to hurry, I want to win!”

You wobble slightly, grabbing onto Tom as you try to stay on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your legs.

“Ouch!” he screeches. “My ears, love, why are you grabbing my-”

“Oh shit,” you laugh, bending down to press a kiss to his red ears in apology and sticking your arms out for balance instead. “Sorry.”

“Come on!” calls Perrie as she approaches, balanced perfectly on Tuwaine’s shoulders. “Are you ready to loose?”

When you’re closer, you reach out and rest your hands on her shoulders and she copies your action.

“Ready?” calls Tuwaine.

“Three, two-”

Perrie gives an almighty shove before Tuwaine can even say one, sending Tom stumbling backwards and you sliding off his shoulders into the water.

“Perrie Edwards!” you shriek, coughing saltwater out. “He didn’t even get to one!”

Perrie laughs as she and Tuwaine high five. Tom has recovered at this point and wraps one arm around you as you stand up.

“Are you okay?” he laughs.

You nod, tapping his shoulders to signal him to crouch down. He obliges and you clamber back on determinedly. Tom puffs his chest out as you approach the other team, preparing to win this time.

“Is everyone ready this time?” laughs Tuwaine. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

“FIGHT!” you yell, pushing hard on both Perrie’s shoulders. She teeters backwards but regains her balance, pushing you back in retaliation. You both grapple with each other, and just as Tuwaine stumbles backward and you think that you and Tom have this one in the bag, she reaches out and pushes against your hip, pushing you off sideways.

You scream as you fly through the air, hitting the water with an almighty splash. You fall so forcefully you go right down to the blue bottom, scraping your knee against a particularly sharp shell. Before you can properly register what happened and resurface, a pair of strong arms reach down and pull you up into the sunlight. Tom gasps in relief, holding you close to chest bridal style as he checks you over.

“Darling! Are you alright?” he worries.

You nod, blinking against the harsh light and giggle slightly at his protective state.

“Tommy I’m fine! It’s not even that deep. I just got a shock, is all.”

Tom looks unconvinced and pouts as his eyes sweep over your legs.

“You’re bleeding, darling.” he says, gently holding your knee.

You glance down and see that he’s actually right. There’s a gash across your left knee and a steady stream of red blood streams out, fading into the clear ocean water. Perrie wades over, looking guilty.

“Y/N I’m so sorry babe! I got to competitive and you got hurt!”

You shake your head, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I’m fine you lot of worriers! It looks worse than it is, honestly it’s not deep. I’m fine.”

“I’m going to take you back up to the beach and have a look at it.” says Tom, wading out into the shallows. You roll your eyes but know you can’t stop him as he carries you up the beach, laying you on a towel near the rest of the group. Jade and Leigh-Anne have gone off somewhere and Harrison is out cold underneath his sunhat, but Harry shakes his head as Tom crouches over you, pressing tiny kisses to your knee and trying to wipe the remaining blood away, wincing whenever he looks to closely.

“This never would have happened if you’d let me play chicken, Tom.” Harry laughs.

Tom shoots him a death glare and Harry quietens, sensing how worried Tom is about you.

“Sorry,” he mutters, turning to you. “Seriously, are you okay Y/N?”

You reach out and playfully smack the redhead, rolling your eyes.

“For the last time, I’m fine! It’s literally a small cut and everyone’s acting like I’ve been partially beheaded or something.”

Harry snorts in laughter as he holds up his hands in surrender.

Tom leans over to someone’s large beach bag, searching for some kind of Band-Aid for you. He chucks items in his way behind him as he does so, a tube of sunscreen landing in the middle of Harrison’s stomach who wakes up with an “oof”.

“There’s nothing in here, darling.” Tom sighs. He stands up and reaches down, picking you up bridal style again. “I’m going to take you back to our room and we’ll find you something there.”

You nod, not even trying to protest as you know you won’t convince him.

Harrison sits up, blinking as he adjusts to the sunlight. He catches sight of Tom striding towards the hotel with you in his arms and frowns at Harry who only shrugs at him, opening up a trashy magazine you had left.

“Y/N!” calls Harrison. “Are you okay??”

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“He didn’t swim into you on purpose, Y/N” sighs Leigh-Anne. “You just happened to snorkel right into his house, that’s all.” She tries to reassure you as you all crowd around a table in a tiny restaurant, you cosying up in the corner of the booth between her and Tom.

“I saw the bloodlust in his tiny fishy eyes, Leigh,” you say, shuddering at the memory of only a few hours ago. “He had an evil plan.”

Tom picks up his fork and brandishes it at invisible fish all around your table. “Back off!” he barks. “Back off, say I! Away from my girlfriend!”

You grab his fork, placing it down on the table and knocking your head into his shoulder as you try so hard to stay serious at his childish antics.

“Tom!” you hiss. “You’re making a scene.”

He shrugs.

“I’m an actor darling, it’s what I do. The other thing I do is protect my wonderful girlfriend against supervillain fish plotting against her.”

It’s at this moment that there is a simultaneous lull in everyone else’s conversations and all six heads turn to look at you and Tom, blinking for a second before bursting out in laughter.

“Evil supervillain fish?” splutters Jade, as Tom buries his head in your shoulder.

“You all heard it out of context,” he mutters sheepishly.

You’re deep in a conversation with Leigh-Anne about a recent performance when you notice Tom has been uncharacteristically quiet. You turn to see him leaning away from you, seemingly invested in a photo Perrie’s showing him on her phone. Looking closer, you see she’s proudly showing him pictures of baby Axel. “Oh, and look at this one with him and Hatchi,” she coos.

Tom gives ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ in all the right places, nodding and grinning with his eyes trained on the phone but he drums his fingers on the table, fidgeting and shifting in his seat. Before you can ask if he’s okay, you’re all distracted by the food arriving. Once everyone’s started eating you lean into his side and put your mouth near his ear.

“Hey,” you whisper, conversation drowned out to the rest of the group by the chatter of everyone else. “Are you okay? Did Perrie ambush you with baby photos?”

He laughs softly, resting a hand on top of yours.

“Don’t worry about me, love. Just seeing all the baby photos, it got me thinking and excited for the future.” he whispers.

Your heart skips a beat and he grins properly, pressing a kiss to your head. He gives you one last smile before tucking into his meal.

“Oh my God,” he moans. “This is fucking incredible! Darling, you have to try some.”

He scoops up some of his meal on his fork, twisting in his seat and placing his free hand under your chin so he can feed you a mouthful. He’s not wrong, the food is absolutely incredible and is made even better when you’re surrounded by your best friends in the world. The sweet moment is interrupted by Harry and Jade making gagging sounds and pretending to be sick from their end of the table as they try to glare at you and Tom, but neither can hide the shine in their eyes as they watch you two.

As the night grows dark and the group is only illuminated by the colorful lanterns hanging above the table, Jade taps her knife against her glass, waiting until the whole table is watching attentively. Jade clears her throat.

“Before we leave tonight, I want to raise a toast. Or maybe a few toasts, so we might need to get some more to drink over here. Firstly, I want to toast to the girls.” She glances around at you all, eyes shining. You can already feel yourself welling up and Leigh-Anne clasps your hand under the table for comfort. “You girls have been the best sisters for the last ten years. We couldn’t have done any of this without each other, and I’m so proud of everything we’ve achieved. Seven incredible albums, the tours, the awards, the music videos, the performances, the fans we’ve met, winning Best British Group-” you all cheer, Tuwaine reaching two fingers up to his mouth to whistle and Tom wrapping an arm around you and squeezing you into his side -“but most of all, our friendship,” Jade continues. “I think it’s fair to say that our friendship has gotten us through the last ten years together, and I just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate you lot. I love you.” she sniffles, raising her glass. “To Little Mix!”

“To Little Mix!” you all chorus, clinking your glasses and wiping away stray tears.

“I’ve got a toast too, because I don’t think Jade can get through another one,” laughs Perrie, holding Jade as she sniffles and hiccups slightly. “I want to raise a toast to Tom and Y/N. Now, Y/N.” she begins. “We’ve always been a little protective over you, though God knows you don’t need it, really. I know we tend to tease you and Tom a lot for having absolutely zero boundaries and piling on the PDA when you’re together, but it’s only because we love you both so much. It’s been an honor to watch you fall in love, bub.” she says.

“And to have been the three co-authors of every text Tom received from you for the first six months of your relationship.” adds Leigh-Anne, knocking her shoulder into yours.

“Wait, what?” Tom laughs.

“Mind you though Tom, Little Mix will reassemble to commit a felony if you ever hurt her,” pipes in Jade.

“To Tom and Y/N,” cheers Perrie, ignoring him and raising her glass. “For being Tom and Y/N!”

Tom buries his hand in his jacket that he’d tucked around your shoulders when it had started to get colder and rests his head on top of yours, basking in the moment with you.

“And for paying for this trip!” cheers Harry.

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+ bonus smau