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[jahayla-parker]

Period Simulation: Gf!Reader

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So TikTok resulted in me having decided to do a period simulator writing with several of the guys.

I only did it for the Holland/Osterfield ones as I’ve not gotten any responses for the other people yet. But if you want their versions, let me know.

Also if you want a pregnancy simulator version as like a pt 2, please inform me!

Warnings: pain, stupid boys, fluff, a few curses, etc.

Tom Holland:

“And this is supposed to be what you feel every day?” Tom asks, lifting his shirt so his girlfriend y/n can apply his the simulator connection patches to his skin.

“Well everyday I’m on or around my period, yes” y/n giggles, firmly securing the patches.

“Mate, my sister has called out of school for this, why are you doing that?” Harrison laughs, shaking his head as his mate gets more and more electrodes stuck to him.

“‘m just curious” Tom shrugs.

Haz shakes his head and leans back in his seat as he waits.

“Okay Tommy this is level 1 which isn’t really much. I don’t even feel it when I tried it” Y/n says, turning the device on.

“What level are you normally?” Tom asks, flinching slightly as the simulator starts contracting his muscles.

“Usually? I’m a 8 or 9. Sometimes a 10 but I usually take meds if it get there” y/n shrugs.

“How high does it go?” Harrison questions.

“A 10” y/n answers, turning the device up a level.

“A-and you go all the way to that?!” Tom asks, his breath hitching when the device increases the pressure.

Y/n hums, turning to ensure the camera is recording. His fans, and mum, are going to love this.

“Alright babe, you’re doing well. A bit quiet but are you ready for the next level?” She asks.

Tom nods and forces a soft yes.

Y/n bites her lip to keep from laughing at how he’s still so low and already struggling.

A few levels later and Tom is sweating, his hands running through his hair and down his face in frustration.

“Do you want to stop?” Y/n asks gently.

“He can’t stop!” Haz argues.

Y/n glares at Harrison before facing Tom, “you can stop”.

Tom groans but shakes his head no.

“Alright a few more to go then” y/n says.

Y/n bites her lip as she debates stopping even though Tom doesn’t want to give up.

He’s sweating as if he just did a workout for a new Spider-Man film. His sleeves bunched up in his fists at his side.

“Fu-fuck. How do you do this?” Tom groans after agreeing to go up another level.

“You’re at a 9 now T. We can stop” she says.

“N-n-no. You said you get 10s, I want to know what that’s like” he argues.

“Tom, you don’t” she begins to protest but Tom just shakes his head.

Y/n sighs and presses the button to increase the level one last time.

Tom grunts and places his hands on the chair in front of him as he tries to bare the pain.

“T-th-this” Tom mumbles through his clenched jaw.

Having had enough of his stubbornness, y/n shuts the device off and steps up to him to remove the cords.

Tom’s clammy hand grabs one of hers and squeezes, “darling you deal with that each time?”.

Y/n stifles a laugh and nods as she turns to stop the recording.

Tom let’s out an exacerbated sigh, “whenever you’re on your period again I’m giving you a daily massage and warm bath”.

Y/n blushes and kisses his cheek before wrapping her arms around her stubborn yet sweet boyfriend.

Harry Holland

“Alright Baz, shut up and stop messing with the cords” y/n complains.

“Yeah, are you scared?” Tuwaine teases.

“No” Harry defends quickly.

Y/n laughs and starts the device upon securing the adhesive stickers.

“I can feel it but it isn’t bad” Baz shrugs.

“It is only at a one Harry, give it a minute” y/n smirks, eagerly waiting for her boyfriend to regret having said she was exaggerating her discomfort today.

“Go up then” he laughs.

“You don’t want to take it slow?” Y/n asks, a knowing look on her face.

Ignoring her nonverbal warning, he shakes his head.

“You said today was a 7? Let’s start there” he suggests.

“Alright” she says, shaking her head as she plugs in numerical value for the level.

“Holy crap” Harry says, his voice somehow managing to deepen.

Y/n smirks and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.

“Was I exaggerating?” Y/n asks.

Baz hangs his head and shakes his head no, “‘m sorry love”.

“That’s what I thought” y/n smirks, turning it off. “Now you owe me tea”.

Harry rubs his lower abdomen and takes a swig of his beer before heading to the kitchen, feeling guilty for doubting y/n. He certainly won’t make that mistake again.

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Sam Holland

“I mean you know I’m willing to cook us dinner love, you didn’t need to pull the whole period card” Sam teases, setting up the kitchen workspace.

“Period card?” Y/n asks, turning to look at Sam’s mum Nikki who was already looking at her.

“Yeah, you know. The thing girls do to get guys to do things for them” Sam explains, setting out his dishes.

“Excuse me? I simply said my cramps are making it hard to move so I’d rather use the heat pad than try to cook right now” y/n argues, her hands on her hips.

Nikki shakes her head at her son’s ignorance.

“And it’s fine love, I don’t mind. I’m just saying you didn’t have to make up it being hard to stand right now” he says, kissing her cheek.

It’s clear to y/n and Nikki both he doesn’t mean anything bad by it, instead just assuring her even if she just didn’t want to cook that he would.

However, y/n feels she needs to set the record straight for him.

“I wasn’t making that up” y/n sighs, “in fact! Remember how the other day Baz’s girlfriend had to show him what it felt like?”

Sam nods and raises his eyebrow in question.

“Well, she left the thing here because she said, and I quote, ‘they’re twins so you’ll probably need this for your Div of a boyfriend too’. Seems she was right” y/n says, dragging Sam away from the stove.

“Do we really need to do this?” He asks, looking at his mum for help.

Nikki just smirks and nods as she helps hand y/n the tools.

“But I’m trying to cook us all dinner” Sam argues.

“If you’re thinking I made it up, why are you resisting so much?” Y/n laughs.

“Fine, just start then, I’ll cook with it on” he says.

“I’ll start you off with what I feel the week leading up to it” y/n says, starting the device as Sam begins to stir the pasta.

Sam mumbles a curse word under his breath as his hand grips the spoon tighter.

“Alright fine, this is uncomfortable. I wasn’t doubting you were in pain love, just that it was possible to still cook” he defends.

“Mm, Sam this is where I’m currently at” she says, increasing the dial.

“Oh bloody hell” Sam groans, his arm pushing downwards to hold his stomach sigh so much force it knocks the pot over.

“Shit, l-love watch out” Sam yells, moving to get y/n out of the way.

Y/n shuffles with him and turns off the period simulator.

“Did we set the record straight?” Y/n laughs.

“Mmmhmm, crystal clear. I’ll make whatever you want to eat whenever you want to eat it without a word” Sam says, kissing her cheek.

“Watch your language in front of the poor girl Sam. Although, the bloody hell part was rather ironic” Nikki teases.

Harrison Osterfield

“Mate I gotta film that” Tom complains as Harrison teasingly shoved the camera away.

“I’m not doing this for you Div” Harrison clarifies as he watches y/n apply the electrodes to his skin.

Harrison’s girlfriend y/n has been having a particularly rough period this month and Harrison has been doing everything he can to help her.

Y/n has been so appreciative of how Haz would run to the store immediately after work to bring home chocolate if she ate it all the night my before, keeping her heating pad warm for her, cuddling on the couch, buying her more feminine products when it randomly hit, etc.

Upon seeing her frowning to herself earlier that morning, Harrison asked what was wrong.

He quickly learned she felt bad that he was taking such good care of her when she was sure that to him it seemed like she was fine.

Harrison had argued he knew she was in pain and even if she hadn’t been that he would’ve still taken care of her.

However, he noticed she acknowledged this but didn’t seem to truly believe it.

When talking with a coworker about it, his coworker joked about how lucky Haz was that y/n didn’t force him to try something called a period simulator.

Harrison immediately began his research into this item and located the nearest store that had one in stock, leaving in his lunch to pick it up.

Upon arriving home, he told Tom the plan and they got it set up as they awaited y/n returning from work.

Harrison knew it was going to suck but he wanted to know what it was exactly his precious girl had been dealing with.

Tom, however, just wanted to record his pain for his own enjoyment.

“Yeah, yeah. But-“ Tom began until the boys heard the door creek open.

“Hazzy?” Y/N’s soft voice called out, walking towards where the boys were.

“In here love” Haz called, his chest clenching at how weak she sounded.

She’s always had rough cycles, but this one had really been hard on her. Or, maybe she was just now comfortable telling him about it.

Either way, he was going to gain full understanding; whatever the cost.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asks, setting her purse down and walking until her hands were settled on his bare chest.

“I found a period simulator, I’m going to try it” Harrison said, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“Harrison! You do not need to do this” she assured him.

He nods, “I know. But I want to know first hand what you’re feeling. Well, as much as I can. This is how to do that”.

Y/n sighs and strokes his face tenderly, “are you sure?” .

Haz smiles at her and nods, “yeah, as long as they’re legit”.

Y/n softly chuckles, “they are. Charlotte and I drunkenly tried one at girls night a few months ago”.

Haz shakes his head and laughs with her, “only you and my sister would do that”.

“Alright, so I want to set it at your number, what number are you?” Haz asks.

Y/n steps back to see the machine and see how high it goes.

“Is it like based off the number in the box of pads?” He asks upon not hearing an answer.

Y/n blushes and shakes her head, “no babe. That is the level of flow”.

“Gross” Tom groans.

“Shut it mate, it’s natural Div” Harrison defends.

“You’re precious Haz. Alright, so this looks like the same one Char and I used” y/n says as she hovers her finger over the button for her level.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/n asks hesitantly.

Haz nods and smiles sweetly at her.

Y/n squints her eyes knowing he’s not going to be smiling much longer as she reluctantly presses her level.

Harrison sucks in a need breath as his eyes widen.

“Breathe baby, and I can stop it at any time” y/n says, grabbing his hand.

“How long do they last?” He asks.

“It depends, it can be awhile. But you’re not doing it that long” she exclaims.

“But-“ Haz argues, his eyes squeezing shut as the machine beeps that it has finally reached her level

“Nope” y/n says, squeezing his hand for comfort. “You’ve done more than enough” she says.

Harrison isn’t able to make a retort as he holds his breath in anguish.

“Shut it off” y/n says over her shoulder to Tom, who took the machine from her.

After Haz’s chest shakes a bit with his unsteady breath, y/n turns to glare at Tom.

“I said shut it off. Now” she demands, and Tom quickly turns it off.

Haz slumps his shoulders as his head rests on y/n.

“Come on angel” y/n says, unhooking Harrison from the machine, “let’s get you some icecream and advil”.

“Periods suck” Harrison says timidly as he walks hand-in-hand with y/n to the kitchen.

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[holland-daydream]

Truth or Dare (part 2)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader x Harrison Osterfield

A/N: Here is part two for Truth or Dare, you can find part one here

Warning: Female submission, male domination, pure filthy smut, threesome. Only 18+, minors will be blocked

Word Count: 1.6k

You opened your eyes wide at the question, considering his previous reaction you had already discarded the idea that there was an upcoming threesome with him, and you had to admit his sudden disposition took you by surprise. Yet, being the tease that you are, decided to play it innocent. “What’s next? Sleep, like we said” you said, smiling widely at him. Harrison rolled his eyes at your teasing response and ignored it, looking directly at Tom “Dude, are you seriously okay with this?” “F’yeah mate, as far as she wants to take it, I’m down”. He said, looking at you. He sighed as a confirmation and walked along with you both.

“Did you bring your car? We can drop you off at y-“ you asked, friendly. “You ain’t dropping me anywhere, I’m staying at yours tonight”. He answered in a boldly way, which weirdly turned you on. He jumped in the back seat and Tom was driving, you shuffled through the music until finally deciding for 3 by Britney Spears. “Fitting” you thought. The silence in the car was overwhelming and uncomfortable, there was no way this could be turned into a sex scene in half an hour. You decided to bring up some small talking to avoid the cold to take over and keep the both engaged and out of their thoughts, in case they were overthinking the situation.

Your plan succeeded and by the time you reached home a few topics had been addressed, just trivial stuff such as what Netflix show were you binging on, but that was ok.

Harrison had stayed at your house multiple times and needed no guide, so you walked straight to the kitchen to prepare three glasses of wine and get everything clear before jumping at the action. Tom turned on the music, a slow and sensual music playlist, and let it play in the background at low volume. While Harrison was in the bathroom, he approached you. “Hey love” he started “are you sure about this, right? You know if anything goes wrong you can always speak and we’ll stop” he reassured you. He was the most caring person you had ever been with. “I know buds, I’m more worried about Haz. He doesn’t look too sure, I don’t wanna force this” you said, pouting. “He’ll be okay, this isn’t his first one” he said, raising your curiosity to know more about other stuff Haz had done. “Ask him” he jokingly said, brushing off the subject.

Harrison came from the bathroom and although he looked nervous, he walked firmly to you and grabbed the glass of wine. The silence took over again and you decided to finally put the subject on the table: “So, I’m up for anything you’re comfortable doing, Haz”. He choked on the wine and after recovering himself he nodded, “I’m up for everything” he answered. You laughed at his eagerness and found it cute. “But, is there anything you don’t like?” You really wanted to make everything clear so that everyone had fun. “Not really, I mean, I don’t like being the bottom one or anything like that” he said, mostly looking at Tom. “D’worry mate, I’m not into that either. The only bottom one will be y/n” he said. You blushed, you loved it when he talked about you like that, like a toy. Tom knew that, saw you blushing and jumped at the chance. He put down the glass of wine and slowly walked to you. “In fact…” he continued, standing behind you and wrapping his hands on your neck from behind, firmly holding you. He put his lips right next to your ear, “…she will be our bottom. She will be our toy, our little pleaser, because she is such a good girl, isn’t she?” you closed your eyes at the sound of his words, biting your lip and moaning “mhmm”, Tom pressed harder on your neck “mhmm what?” “mhmm Daddy” “Good girl”. Harrison just stood there watching, already hard just by watching you squirm at Tom’s words. “Baby, you know good girls don’t keep guests waiting. Come on, give Haz one of your special kisses” You locked eyes with Tom and left his embrace, quickly moved on to Harrison, grabbing his face and bringing your lips together, slowly introducing your tongue inside his mouth, you both moaning at the sensation. After a while you separated and grabbed his hands, you three walking towards the bedroom.

Tom grabbed you by the hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Undress”, you nodded and proceeded to undress yourself, eagerly. Tom and Harrison stood back and watched you, while Haz was still shy, Tom was having the time of his life.

So, you stood there completely naked in front of them, shyly waiting for them to say something.

“What are you waiting for, Haz?” Tom teased. “Cm’on baby, you know just how to make people feel good” he continued, with a smirk, and sat down on the armchair to watch the scene. You grabbed Haz by the wrist, helping him sit down on the bed, then proceeded to unbelt him and remove his trousers, while he was dazed by your actions. You slid down his underwear and gently grabbed his member with your hands, slowly licking it without losing eye contact with him. He bit his lip watching you, but when you put his whole member on your mouth, deep, he lost it and threw his head back overtaken by the pleasure. You continued to work your way with his cock, gagging and licking it, sucking and moving your hand, rejoicing yourself with the moans coming out of Harrison’s mouth. After some minutes he raised his head and mumbled “fuck, stop, I’m gonna cum”. You totally ignored his words and continued, being interrupted by Tom, who grabbed your hair and forced you to separate from Harrison. “Didn’t you hear him say stop?” your eyes were now meeting Tom’s, spit all over your face and your eyes a little dazed and watery. “I thought you were obedient, baby” he said, pretending to be disappointed. Truth is, he adored when you disobeyed because that gave him the chance to punish you. “s-sorry d-daddy” you mumbled.

Just by the hair, he threw you on the bed next to Harrison, face down ass up. You didn’t dare to raise your head, you knew better than that. You heard another belt unbuckling and knew it was Tom’s. “Fuck” you thought. And here it came, your ass was hit by the leather material, which left a pretty red mark on your ass but also a tingling sensation. You bit your lip to hold back the moan. “I ain’t hearing you” Tom said. “Thank you, Daddy” you said, loud enough for him to hear. He gave you 3 or 4 more strokes, all followed by a “Thank you, Daddy”, and your ass had gotten a bright red colour now. “Wanna try?” he asked Harrison. He grabbed Tom’s belt and imitated his gesture, giving you a light stroke which felt like tickles after Tom’s spankies. “You need to hit her stronger” Tom was trying to teach him, grabbing the belt. “Like this”, he said, hitting your ass so harsh that you jumped a little. Harrison grabbed the belt again and hit you, this time stronger. “Thank you…” you weren’t sure what to call Harrison. “Sir”, he said, finishing your sentence. “Thank you, Sir” you said, smiling at the name.

Tom sat on the bed in front of you, cupping your face into his hands. “How are you baby?” you kissed him “’m good”. “Alright, get on all fours” he commanded, and you obeyed. He slid down his jeans and placed his hips in front of your mouth. “I’m not gonna lie baby, I’m a bit jealous Haz got a blowjob and I didn’t. How bout you suck me off while he fucks you from behind, hmm?” you nodded with a smile and he slid down his boxers while you felt Haz getting positioned behind you, firmly grabbing your hips and slowly entering his member into you while you gagged on Tom’s cock. Haz was fucking you deeply, holding you so hard you thought he was going to bruise you, while Tom was holding your head against his cock so you gagged, drooled and choked on it. Your moans were silenced by having your mouth full and you could feel the orgasms build up. “Fuck, you’re so wet” Haz mumbled. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep working me this well” Tom said. You were abandoned to the pleasure and couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if your mouth got freed from Tom. “Fuck baby” Tom muttered, holding you so hard you knew he was going to come soon. He did, filling your mouth, and then moving to the side, letting you fall down on the mattress with your mouth full of cum while Haz was still fucking you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too” Haz said, and Tom knew you had to be close too. He kneeled down, close to your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl baby? Cum for Daddy, love” he whispered. You swallowed Tom’s cum and let yourself go into an orgasm, your contractions and moans were enough for Haz to finish and finally come inside of you, letting out a loud moan.

They laid down next to you while you still felt in a haze, sweating and smelling like sex. After your breathe had calmed down Tom was giving you kisses, cuddles and caresses. “Bubs, you should go to the bathroom” he advised, which you nodded, because you knew how important it was to go to the bathroom after having sex. You took the little time alone to compose yourself after returning with the boys. You laid down, and Haz started cuddling you. “So, how was it?” you asked them both. “Amazing” “Lovely” they both said. It didn’t take long until you all fell asleep.

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[tom-holland-parker]

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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[liberty-barnes]

And They Lived Happily Ever After

Epilogue of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Tom Holland x Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds and Tom Holland get their happily ever after. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: uuh the end there got a bit on the steamy side so just some nice like snogging and plenty mentions of honeymoon sex and nudity, but otherwise you’re good, switching POVs so you’ll get to see everyone appreciating their love, and you’ll get to see the ceremony from so many people’s eyes, including some you haven’t seen yet ;)

Word Count: 3.4k words

Estimated Reading Time: 15 minutes

A/N: I’m not crying, you’re crying, shut up. This is a really emotional moment for me. My second series is finally over!! I started this accidentally, and it took me ages to finish, but I don’t regret a single second of it. It brought me so much happiness, and I loved reading your thoughts and comments as time went on. I only hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did <3 Just wanna send a million thank you’s to @the-girl-in-the-chair for being my test person and the one I could always talk to when it comes to this series, I love you so much Lana, you’re the beeest

I was picturing this dress (mostly cause it has pocketssss) so if you want a visual, here you go)

Also very important: the vows in this were inspired by the PA Series on AO3 and honestly check it out cause it’s just awesome and those are my relationship goals right there

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“Alright, sweetheart, deep breaths, everything’s gonna be alright.”

She follows her mother’s instructions, taking in shaky gulps of air.

Breathe in, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

Breathe out, two, three, four.

Hold, two, three, four.

“Feeling better?”

She nods slowly, then immediately shakes her head.

“No, this is a disaster!”

Blake finally gives up on keeping her dress unwrinkled, sitting down on the floor next to her.

“Angel, everything’s gonna be alright, I don’t even know why you’re freaking out so much. You’re marrying your best friend. You two love each other so much, and you’re gonna be so happy, there’s nothing to worry about.”

She sniffles.

“But there are so many people, Mommy. And they’re all gonna be looking at me. You know I’m not good at the mushy stuff when I have eyes on me, they make me nervous. This is supposed to be perfect, and instead, we had to invite a hoard of insignificant Suits and entitled bitches, all for business. We already give them so much, why couldn’t we just keep this to ourselves?”

She sighs, and brings her daughter closer to her body, crushing her in a hug.

“Cause the world sucks, and it’s all part of the business. You and Tom have been on a break from acting for three months now, and you’ll stay there for another year at the very least. These Suits like to feel like they’re important, and inviting them to events like these keeps up a good relationship for when you come back.

“Besides, who cares about them? You’ll have to shake their hands once at the reception when you’re making your rounds and then it’s over. Don’t let a handful of idiots ruin the best day of your life.”

(Y/n) nods, gently wiping at her eyes, then crawls until she’s in front of the mirror.

“Well, at least we know the waterproof makeup works.”

Blake just smiles.

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When Ryan first sees (Y/n) he has to pinch his thigh to keep himself from outright sobbing.

“Hey, no! No, no, no, you’re not allowed to cry, because if you cry, I cry, and if I cry, I’ll trip on my dress. These heels are tall, keep yourself together for both our sakes.”

It’s hard, it’s very hard, that’s his little girl, his sweet little daffodil, and she’s gonna sail off into the sunset with the love of her life.

“Alright, let’s do this shit. Try not to fall.”

He’s glad to see that Tom starts crying the second he sees her, so really it isn’t emotional weakness as much as it is the (Y/n) In A Wedding Dress Effect™. 

(Y/n) manages to stay composed the whole walk, although her eyes are shining quite a lot.

“Thomas, if you hurt her, I will do something so unspeakably cruel to you that Satan himself will shudder.”

Tom looks at him with a face full of betrayal.

“What if she hurts me?”

“Oh, she most certainly will, you’re much more emotionally fragile than she is. That’s why I know that if you hurt her, it’ll be over something big, and therefore I’m legally allowed to fuck you up.”

(Y/n) kisses his cheek happily.

“Thank you, Daddy, the shovel talk was long overdue.”

It was actually part two of the shovel talk: wedding edition, but she doesn’t need to know that.

—

Taylor reaches into her purse and passes Harry a tissue, eyes still focused on the happy couple in the front.

This is it, right here.

The way (Y/n)’s looking at Tom like he’s the second coming of Christ. Tom rubbing his thumbs on her hands cause he just can’t stop touching her. The way they keep tapping each other three times, an endless loop of I love you I love you I love you. 

This is what she’s been trying so hard to describe her whole life.

It gets her a little emotional…to remember the little girl who used to gape at her, and who’s now a badass independent woman marrying the person of her dreams.

It’s a lot.

And if she feels like she’s one strong gust of wind away from an emotional breakdown, she can’t even imagine how Blake and Ryan are faring.

“I understand that you’ve written your own vows. Tom, if you’d like to go first…”

He nods and clears his throat, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before grabbing (Y/n)’s again.

“Do you remember the night we met? When you were crying over a movie and I took you to Burger King to cheer you up?”

She rolls her eyes and Taylor can relate, honestly. The whole world knows that story at this point.

“Vividly.”

He smiles so softly that Taylor’s itching to pull out her notebook and start writing.

“I’ve never told you how I fell in love with you. I always told myself I’d tell you the story in our wedding vows, so here it is. From the moment we left the afterparty, you kept ranting about the movie, about how it’s gonna end, about your theories… And I loved listening to them. There was one moment though, where you just took a huge bite out of your cheeseburger, while mid-rant… and on everyone else, that would’ve looked disgusting, but your eyes were shining so bright, and you were giving me your full attention and that…that was when I knew I loved you. And I would keep loving you for the rest of my life, 'cause there’s no one else in the world who could pull me in as completely as you do, even though there was ketchup dripping down your chin.”

(Y/n) blinks back tears, eyes wide.

“Oh, you fucker.”

That’s love, Taylor’s sure of it.

—

Now, to be perfectly honest, Harrison thinks those vows were shit.

Seriously?

You looked disgusting but I still thought you were hot?

That’s his big wedding speech?

As the good Best Man he is, he’s considering smacking Tom upside the head and making him start over.

He’s not expecting (Y/n) to like it to the point of tears, though.

Like, I’m sorry, but what the fuck?

He’s lucky he’s an actor cause no ordinary person would’ve been able to keep the confusion out of their face, and you don’t want a hoard of confused people on your wedding pictures.

(Y/n)’s turn now, and hopefully, she’ll do better.

“I promise that your ability to cook, clean, and remind me to eat only make up sixty per cent of why I’m marrying you.”

Harrison has to fight back the urge to sigh and facepalm.

“I wasn’t planning on liking you, let alone falling as deeply in love with you as I did. My plan was to hate you, make all my fans hate you, and do it fast enough that Marvel would have no choice but to replace you with Andrew again.”

From the audience, Andrew laughs.

“But unfortunately for me, you’re not easy to hate, and let me tell you, I tried really hard. You slithered your way into my heart like a particularly stubborn snake and I had no choice but to let you carve out your home within me and prepare myself for the inevitable heartbreak.

“That still hasn’t happened. For some reason, you’ve chosen to ignore the fact that I’m a barely-functioning sarcastic bitch whose favourite way of showing love is through insults and slaps on the ass. 

“I don’t know why you chose me, and I expect I’ll be thanking every deity out there for the rest of eternity for putting you in my life, but I know that I couldn’t have chosen a better partner if I had tried.”

She pauses, and Harrison thinks that maybe, just maybe, at least one of them will have said nice vows.

“Also there’s no way I’m gonna live in a world where I can’t bite your ass on the daily, so you better say I do or I’ll end you.”

And he spoke too soon.

Tom still reaches behind him to grab the tissues Harrison was told to bring. Maybe his best friend was dropped on the head as a child, so now everything makes him emotional.

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Nikki keeps her eyes firmly on her son and daughter-in-law as they flit around the room greeting their guests. She and Blake have made it into a game of sorts.

Every time (Y/n) wipes her hands on her dress after shaking hands with a Suit, Tom pulls her back by the waist, or the happy couple are asked to kiss, they take a sip of the very expensive and very tasty red wine provided for them.

The sound of clinking glasses feels the air once again and Blake tilts her glass.

“Bottoms up!”

And that’s one more glass finished. How far along are they now? Five? Six? She looks around at the empty bottles. Maybe a little bit more.

“Oh, my God, I’m so glad it’s over if I had to deal with another second of that, this wedding would have turned into a remake of Saw!”

(Y/n) slumps down heavily onto the chair, toeing off her heels until she can bring her knees to her chest and lean on the backrest.

“Why did we have to have a wedding? We should’ve just eloped. It would just be us, maybe I’d fly us out to Iceland and we could get married in a hot spring, I’m sure the water would do wonders to relax us, no?”

Nikki fills up her glass and hands it to (Y/n), who immediately downs it.

“Look on the bright side, tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight to Syros and one step closer to a full month spent only with your husband and the inordinate amount of cats on that island.”

Nikki’s been there. It’s amazing. They should plan a family holiday there.

“I agree.”

Oh, she’s talking out loud now.

“Yes, you are. But Nikki!”

(Y/n)’s eyes brighten, and she feels her arm get grabbed and pulled towards her brand new daughter-in-law.

“You said husband. I have a husband, I’m married!”

Yes, if someone had to marry her sweet little boy, she’s glad it was someone like (Y/n).

—

“And now, please gather around to watch Mr and Mrs Holland have their first dance as a married couple.”

While they get into place, Harry shares a look with his own husband, sitting primly at the piano, staring back at him.

When (Y/n) and Tom first came to them, shily asking them to sing If I Could Fly as their wedding song, Harry burst into tears. He just loves love, and to be a part of something as monumental as a first dance- 

He really should have said no cause Louis just started playing and Harry’s already having a hard time holding back tears. 

But the way Tom and (Y/n) stare at each other- that’s how he stares at Louis. And it’s the look he sees reflected back in his husband’s eyes every second of the day.

Love is just such a beautiful thing.

For your eyes only I’ll show you my heartFor when you’re lonely and forget who you areI’m missing half of me when we’re apartNow you know me, for your eyes only

He feels privileged to even be in the same room as them. It’s no secret that (Y/n)’s fiercely private. She loves, deeply and wholeheartedly, but not for others to see. She loves each person in their own special way, pieces of her heart are cut, shaped, and fitted to fit her feelings for everyone around her. But her love for Tom as it’s shown today is a sight to behold. 

It’s the sun after long dreary weeks. It’s the first flower bloom after months of cold, harsh weather. It’s seeing the stars out in the countryside after a life spent in the city.

It’s fragile. It’s new. It’s special. It’s lovely.

Harry loves love, but he thinks that right now, he may love their love the most.

—

Georgia takes yet another sip of the very expensive but very tasty champagne offered.

To be honest, she didn’t want to come. Weddings are boring, if not for the open bar, and knowing that she isn’t really welcomed here isn’t making her feel particularly better. I mean, she’s met (Y/n) all of once and they mostly trash-talked the Kardashians, she can’t have made an important enough impression to be an esteemed guest.

But, the Lighthavens are an important family in the film industry, earning them an invite to the most awaited event of the year, and it would look bad if someone didn’t show up to represent them. 

Still, being twenty-seven and single, there are many things she’d rather do than sit by the open bar getting smothered by other couples’ happiness while she wallows in her own misery.

“Whiskey sour, please.”

He turns towards her.

“And refill the kind lady’s glass.”

Oh, goodie.

She barely spares him a glance, eyes still focused on (Y/n), flitting around the room.

“Enjoying the wedding?”

She shrugs.

“It’s entertaining.”

He puts a hand on his heart in fake offence.

“Ouch. As the Best Man, it’s my job to ensure everyone’s having the time of their lives, so tell me, what can I do to make this night more enjoyable for you?”

She turns towards him, taking in the ruffled blonde hair, white shirt sleeves folded up to his forearms, vest and tie discarded somewhere.

“Actually, your job is to stop any upcoming crisis so the groom doesn’t get blamed and inevitably murdered by his newly-aquired wife.”

She steals the whiskey from his hand and starts drinking it. He blinks dazedly but dutifully orders another.

“Your unhappiness could quickly become a crisis, though. As much as she hates to admit it, (Y/n) doesn’t like it when people are miserable, especially when she’s having so much fun.”

She sighs.

“Do you know who I am?”

Panic shoots through Harrison’s eyes. It’s fleeting, and it’s subtle, but it’s real.

“Am I supposed to?”

Interesting.

“You’re telling the truth.”

He shrugs.

“(Y/n)’s motivated me to be more honest, although I can’t quite see the benefits she’s always raved about as of yet.”

She smirks into her glass.

“You genuinely have no idea who I am.”

A single mention of him from her lips and his acting career would shoot through the roof.

“I’m sorry. Although from how happy you look, maybe I’m not?”

“What’s it gonna be?”

He’s saved by the bell.

“All the unmarried people out on the floor I wanna see which unlucky bastard will have all grandmas pinching their cheeks and cooing cause they're next.”

A collective groan was heard throughout the crowd.

“If it helps, there’s a hundred-dollar bill in the bouquet that you can keep.”

That got people moving.

Harrison takes a look at her ring finger.

“Not gonna join?”

“If you out me as single, I’ll end you, there’s no way I’m doing this.”

He shrugs.

“Suit yourself. I’ll be back as soon as I’ve broken whatever fight will undoubtedly come from this bouquet tossing.”

He stands on the sideline, ready to stop things from escalating.

The bouquet lands in his hands.

(Y/n) squeals.

“Oh, fuck yeah! Even with my back turned my aim is impeccable.”

Tom pushes him forward when Harrison’s reluctant to move and whispers something in his ear.

Georgia doesn’t break eye contact while he walks towards her and takes a lavender rose out of the bouquet.

“Here. It matches your dress.”

Alright so maybe weddings aren’t that bad.

—

It’s a testament to his patience that Tom waited until the hotel door is closed before pressing (Y/n) up against the wall and getting started on his Wedding Night Ravishing.

“Fuck, I can’t believe we actually pulled it off.”

She mumbles through their kisses and to be fair, he kind of can’t either.

“I swear to God- we got him the perfect fucking girl- if he doesn’t invite Georgia on a date- fuck, baby- I’ll kill him myself.”

He starts trailing kisses down her neck, slowly unzipping her wedding dress.

It’s pretty, and it’s special, and it has pockets, he’s not gonna rip it, thank you very much, he wants to have ‘just got married’ sex tonight.

“Georgia’s a tough one to get to, you said it yourself. He’ll have to work for it.”

She pulls his hair harshly until they’re eye to eye and he moans. His pupils are probably about as blown as hers right about now.

“You had to work for me.”

He licks his lips and her eyes trail on the movement, mouth falling open unconsciously.

“And what a good fucking decision that was.”

And if there’s one thing that never fails to get her going, it’s that.

“How loud do you think you can make me scream before the other residents complain?”

Challenge fucking accepted.

—

(Y/n) lowers her sunglasses a tad, wanting to take in her husband in all his blazing glory, no filter in between them.

Whoever invented honeymoons was a fucking saint. One month of a near-constantly naked Tom more than eager to fuck her into the nearest solid surface made for a very happy (Y/n).

Currently, she’s sunbathing on a pool chair with a mimosa while Tom is swimming laps in the pool. Or was. Now he’s getting out and the water’s trailing down every single inch of him and suddenly she’s not as thirsty for champagne and orange juice-

“Princess, are you listening?”

Her eyes flit back up to his face.

“Don’t ask me the colour of anything, this isn’t fair, you’re distracting.”

He chuckles and climbs over her, tasting the mimosas right out of her mouth.

“I’m distracting? You’re distracting! Do you know how hard it was to swim my usual laps while you’re just laying here, happy and calm and naked and mine?”

She grins smugly.

“I can feel how hard it was, yeah. I’d ask if you’re up for it, but I kind of already got that answer, so you should just hurry and get it in.”

For a few more glorious seconds, she gets lost in the kiss and in his hands moving along her body, getting so close, so close-

“No, but actually I did get out of the pool for a reason.”

In the back of her mind, she remembers Harry in that one concert saying this is called edging after stopping Kiwi for the millionth time, and the way Tom grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him, smiling in interest. 

If she weren’t such a good person, she would have kicked him in the balls for that.

Unfortunately, she needs those, so.

“Haz got a date with Georgia.”

Her jaw drops open and she slaps his arm happily.

“What the fuck, are you serious? Tom! This means it worked! We got them together! We’re the best fucking matchmakers in the world!”

Tom chuckles and flips them over until she’s straddling him, running his hands from her knees to her waist, where they dig in just a little.

Great idea, if you ask her.

“Calm down, darling, it’s just one date.”

She hums.

“That’s what I said about you, and now look at where we are. We’re married and on our honeymoon.”

His eyes all but sparkle at that.

“We are. We’re married. I’m your husband, and you’re my wife, and we’re married.”

She leans down, can’t stop herself from snogging his face off when he looks so sweet and happy at the prospect of spending eternity by her side.

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, right?”

“And we’re gonna live happily ever after, princess.”

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[alltoowelltom]

love you to the moon and to saturn (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: tom wants to get matching tattoos with his girlfriend, but things don't always go according to plan

warnings: knives, mentions of injury from knife, mention of mutilation? threatening behavior, cursing

a/n: i want to preface this with two points:

i know tom has a tattoo already, and also would not be this much of a wimp lol. suspension of disbelief, guys.

this is possibly the dumbest thing i've ever written. it's pure stupidity. but sometimes you just have to write something to get you back into the swing of things, you know?

enjoy <3

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It was Tom’s idea. He waited until you’d sat down to breakfast with the rest of the boys, sliding his phone across the table to you as you took a spoonful of your cereal. 

“I think we should get matching tattoos.”

Your eyes widened as you picked up his phone, examining the photo he had opened. It was a close up of two wrists, each with a tiny crescent moon and a delicate saturn, with tiny stars dotted around the image. 

“Do you like it? I thought it was kinda like, ‘love you to the moon and to saturn’, y’know?” Tom continues eagerly. “I’ve been looking for a few weeks now and that one just came up and I was like yeah, that’s the one.”

Your heart swells at the thought of Tom sitting there, scrolling through his phone to find the perfect couple’s tattoo for you and himself, so you nod. 

“Hun I love it, but are you sure you’re brave enough?” you tease. “I mean, tattoos HURT. Badly.”

Tom smirks, rolling his shoulders back and running a hand through his coffee-coloured curls. 

“It can’t be that bad. I’ll be fine.”

You shrug. 

“Alright then, speak now or forever hold your peace. 

Tom nods. “Yeah, let’s get matching tattoos.”

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The five of you traipse into the nearest tattoo parlour later that morning, you, Tom, Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine, the latter three who had insisted on coming with for ‘moral support’. You weren’t sure how much moral support they were really offering though, as they ambled around the small lobby, pointing at photos of completed tattoos pinned on the wall. 

“Cor, look at this poor fucker’s tattoo!” Tuwaine guffaws. “It’s horrendous.”

“Harry, look you could get Eminem tattooed on your arm as an M&M!” laughs Harrison, earning himself a brief smack from Harry. 

“Boys!” you say sharply to get their attention. Gesturing to the tattoo artist hovering a needle over your wrist, you ask, “are you giving support or what?”

The boys hurry over, gathering around you and watching in awe as the tattoo artist began to work, the design slowly taking shape. You grit your teeth, glancing up at the ceiling to distract yourself from the pain. 

“Is it really bad, darling?” coos Tom, giving your free hand a gentle squeeze. “Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much, alright?”

“God, she’s not even wriggling,” Harrison whispers in awe.  

“She’s like a statue,” agrees Tuwaine. 

“A statue that’ll give you both a smack around the head if you don’t back up a bit and give me a bit of space,” you grumble, both boys recoiling quickly and giggling. 

“Aaand, all done!” announced the tattoo artist, covering it in plastic for protection. He quickly explained the aftercare process and you nodded, half listening as you admired the delicate pictures on your wrist. 

Tom presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“Did so well, love,” he whispers as you switched places. 

“Alright, ready for me to begin?” the tattoo artist asks Tom as he prepared a fresh needle and situated himself near Tom’s wrist. 

Tom nods, and everyone jumped quickly as your phone began to ring loudly. 

“Shit, sorry,” you muttered, stepping away from the group as you answered it. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N? It’s Emily.” the voice on the other end said impatiently. “From work?”

You rolled your eyes. Emily from work, on a Saturday? She’d better be joking. 

“Hey Emily. Everything okay?” you ask politely. 

“Not really.” she sniffs impatiently. “Both Martine and Tiffany have called in sick and it’s just me trying to hold down the fort over here. We really need you to come in.” she says, not bothering to ask if that worked with your schedule. 

“Oh, really?” you say, pressing a hand to your forehead in annoyance. 

“Yeah. Can you get here in half an hour?” 

You sigh. You’d really like to tell her exactly where to stick it, seeing as you’re not scheduled to work Saturday and barely get to see your boyfriend as it is, but it’s also a reasonably new job and you’re still trying to make a good impression. 

“Okay. I’ll be there in 25.” you say, and Emily hangs up without so much as a thank you. 

Sighing, you turn back to deliver the news to the boys and the tattoo artist who hovers over Tom’s wrist, waiting to start. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t wanna leave you baby, but you know it’s a new job and they really need me there today, I’l probably only be there for an hour or so-”

“Darling, it’s okay.” Tom interrupts your rambling. “You go. I’ve got the boys here, and it’s just a tattoo, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you later, okay?”

You nod, giving him a quick kiss, waving goodbye to the boys and thanking the tattoo artist again before rushing out the door and bracing the cold London wind, small tattoo protected by it’s plastic covering. As the door closes behind you, a loud squawk and a large thump echoes from the tattoo parlour but you’re in a rush so you can do nothing but shrug it off and hurry to work. 

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Kicking off your shoes in the hallway and dropping your bag on the sofa, you’re surprised to be met with an empty house. You were only at work for around two hours, but still, how did you beat the boys home? You check your phone and see no missed calls or texts from them so you shrug, plopping down on the sofa and picking up your book.

Just as you begin to get into the story again, a flurry of yelling and stumbling, boys giving orders and complaining sounds from the hallway and you almost drop your book as Tom enters the living room, white as a sheet with a strange sheen of sweat on his forehead, half-dragged and half-carried by Harrison and Tuwaine, while Harry followed behind, chucking hysterically to himself at his older brother’s pain. Tom’s holding his arm out as if he’s scared for it to touch the rest of his body and you glimpse the tattoo on his wrist, not covered in plastic wrapping. Or…is that the tattoo? It seems smaller than yours- it’s half a tattoo?

“Oh my God, what happened?” you cry, eyes wide at the sight in front of you. “Did the tattoo artist mess it up? Did you have an allergic reaction?”

“He MAIMED ME,” shrieks Tom, panting loudly. “That FUCKER!”

“I didn’t think he was a fucker.” you say quietly. “I thought he was pretty good.”

“It was TORTURE” Tom moans, flopping unceremoniously onto the sofa in his state. 

“He couldn’t do it,” chuckles Harry. “He was begging and pleasing for the tattoo guy to stop when he’d barely gotten a quarter of the way through.”

“Soon as the guy lifted the needle for a second so Tom would stop screeching like a fuckin’, a fuckin’, banshee, he was up out of that chair like a rocket and running out to the car. We had to chase him through half the bloody streets of London!” finishes Tuwaine. 

As you stroke Tom’s hair, trying to hold in a giggle as you assess the situation, Harrison starts rootling around in the nearby drawer, pulling out a small, glinting object. He approaches Tom, brandishing it with a grim expression. 

“Put your wrist on the coffee table.” he says calmly. 

“The fuck? NO!” yells Tom, scrambling on the carpet to get away from his best friend. “Get away from me, you nutter!”

“No mate of mine is going to be the laughing stock of the internet,” says Harrison, crouching down and pinning Tom’s arm down using his knee. 

“Harrison, get away from my boyfriend!” you yell, trying to push him off but to no avail. 

“Mate, c’mon, maybe this is a bit excessive, yeah?” questions Tuwaine. 

“DO IT, DO IT, DO IT,” chants Harry with glee. 

“Okay mate, hand over the knife. There’s no need to brand the little guy.” says Tuwaine, worry crossing over his features. 

“The…what? What knife?” says Harrison crossly. “I’m not BRANDING anyone! It’s Y/N’s blimmin’ EYELINER, which I’m going to use to DRAW the rest of it on. We’ll just take it in turns to draw the rest of Tom’s tattoo on before he leaves the house every morning.”

Everyone sucks in a breath of realisation as Harrison gently draws the rest of the tattoo on Tom’s wrist with surprising accuracy. Tom holds up his arm in victory as everyone admires his finished ‘tattoo’. 

“Did you all really think I was gonna slice his skin off so it would grow back, un-tattooed? Or carve the rest of the tattoo into him with a knife?” asks Harrison in disbelief, glancing around the room. 

You, Tuwaine and Harry are all suddenly very interested in examining the carpet and the pot plant on the coffee table, averting your embarrassed eyes. Tuwaine reaches underneath the coffee table and holds up a small cardboard box. 

“Anyone up for a game of Boggle?”

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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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[heytherejulia]

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. 

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‘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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Kissing in the street:

a Harry Holland blurb

A/n: cleaning out my docs cause I have run out of room and I stumbled across this 😊 hope you enjoy.

Sorry I have been mia, life and all.

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You could hear the footsteps behind you as you stomped away.

"Y/n! Come on!" Harry protested. The street was empty of traffic as it was late in the night and regular people were probably laying in bed with their partners. Unlike you, who had just dramatically left the pub after causing a scene that was sure to get you yelled at tomorrow. "No Harry! I'm done!" You fumed as you stopped in the middle of the street and pulled of the four inch heels that were currently killing your feet.

"I'm sorry ok! I didn't know he was going to do that," Harry called after you as you continued your path down the street.

"You didn't know?!" You seethed as you spun around to face him, only about twenty feet away from you. "That's great Har! You didn't know! What about stepping in and telling him that was a line he didn't need to cross, or i don't know, maybe just admit to the fact that we have been fooling around for the last year," you shook your head as you took a few steps forward bringing your finger to his chest and poking it. "Instead, you sat there, as he tried to hook me up with some creep, who couldn't take his eyes off my cleavage," you looked up at him as you said the last part tears in your eyes. You felt hurt and betrayed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he looked into your eyes. "you know-"

"Yeah Harry, I know. It would complicate things, if people knew, there's a reason we've kept it this long. I've heard it all before, and quite frankly. I don't care, I can't. I'm done, this-" you gestured between the two of you, "this is done" you turned to walk away but we're quickly pulled back into Harry's chest.

"No," he said sternly. "I'll tell everyone, I'll shout it from the rooftops, whatever you need, but I'm not letting you walk away from me, from this, from us," he told you with a panicked look.

You stared up at him, a man that you were so in love with who was so afraid of the one thing you wanted. Commitment.

"It's too late," you whispered.

"No," he shook his head as he cradled your face in his hands. "It's never too late, not for this, y/n, I love you, I love you more than I've ever loved another person, and I can't lose you, not like this," his eyes stayed locked on yours, a silent plea in them as he stared you down.

"Y/n!" You heard Tom call from a ways back down the road, jogging towards the two of you with haz and Sam in tow. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I wast trying to make you uncomfortable," he called as he got closer.

You kept your eyes on Harry who was still staring at you, not leaving any space between the two of you. "Better back up or they will see," you sighed as you went to push from his grasp.

"Let them see," he mumbled before he pulled your face to his, crashing your lips together in a bruising kiss.

"Y/n, I'm sor- oh," you heard Tom say from right behind Harry.

Harry continued to cradle your face in hands, his tongue swiping across your lower lip begging for entrance, which you happily granted. The kiss itself was so intense you could almost forget about the three boys that stood only a few feet away from you. He pulled away resting his forehead against yours. “I meant what i said,’ harry whispered. “i love you, and im not letting you go without a fight,” he stared at you waiting for anything.. A yes, a no, a smartass remark, anything… but all that came was your silence, and your pained eyes as you looked up at him.

“I don't mean to interrupt,” Sam's voice cut through the silence of the vacant street. “But I feel like I missed a whole lot from when we left the bar until now,” there were two accompanying ‘uh huhs’ as Harry backed away and looked to the three boys that stared at the two of you.

“Well-” Harry began.

“I'm way too drunk for this,” Harrison admitted with a hiccup before saunturing over and throwing his arms around one of both yours and Harry's shoulders.

“Lets go back to ours, get a nice cold beer, and you guys can make out for us again because that was hot as fuck,” harrison proclaimed as he pulled the two of you forward back towards the pub.

“Hazzy!” you groaned, smacking his arm. He shot you a smirk before taking the heels from your hand and walking forward leaving you and Harry in the back of the group.

This was about to get interesting

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FERAL Chapter 1 - You only, for him.

Pairing- Tom Holland! dragon x Reader! human

Warnings:- Language

Summary:-The only thing he could hear in his head, when he first smelt you and every day for the next whole month was, “MINE, YOU’RE MINE.”

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"WHAT!?"

Brian's white satin shirt was almost stained with a nice coffee stain which you almost choked out upon the question. What a morning. Outstanding.

"Yep, we're a little short on hands after Amelia's leave so" he left the sentence incomplete for you to understand it but soon continued in his defense, "the position can not be offered to just anyone even if its for a couple of days so ple-"

"what makes me so special?" you interrogated in hopes if you could get some answers as to why do you always get so weak in your knees and heart when you even go closer to the lift let alone the the 10th floor.

"Well Amelia wouldn't just anyone with her job as I said even if its for a couple of days." Brian said.

Of course. Honestly Brian would have never guessed he'd have to convince someone for that position that desperately. His thoughts were interrupted when you said,

"Yes, I'll do it"

The alarm clock had its own concert in the morning, but it stopped after being slapped to the ground. "Good riddance" you thought. Your back curled as you tried to wake up and sat on your bed staring at the wall. What a normal morning. ha! you wish.

After freshening up and taking a bath you moved to the dressing table for your skin care routine. Not long after you were done and raced towards the kitchen to see Olivia munching her cereal.

"You'll get sick you know, do you realize how much sugar it has?" you said on passing her by and patting her head. "Not everyone can cook like you, you know especially not in the morning ahhhh why can't it be night every time."

"Then how will the sun shine?" you passed her toast and juice to fill her up with actual food. She whined but enjoyed the meal nevertheless. Olivia never had such care taken of her. Your mom sending her bath bombs and your dad sending you guys food which would last you for seven generations. She never spoke much about her past and the long scar on her left hand all the way to her shoulders never gave you the guts to ask about it. But if you ever had a sibling, its nice to look at how she would have looked and how you guys would've been together.

You smiled at her childish grin while she ate, so cute. The morning went by peacefully until you met Brian in the café while waiting for yours's and Amelia's coffee. He told you she had taken a month long leave and dropped the bomb.

The fact that Brian found you trustworthy enough after meeting you for the first time was amazing and something you never guessed. But that pull you keep feeling someone you never knew will keep distracting you from your work and you couldn't have it. Do your work well or don't do it all; that was your moto.

So you agreed. Still hesitant but you did.

"Hello?" you asked on the phone.

"Yes, Y/N." you were lucky she answered. "Um Hi, are you okay? How are you?" Amelia wasn't one of those people who would take leaves for no good reason.

"Yeah I'm okay. I'm sorry I couldn't call you, I was just a little....occupied" the last part was stretched out.

"Oh okay its alright, but may I ask you something?" you were little embarrassed with your question. "Why you? Why are you covering for me? that's what you wanna ask right?" she guessed your question long before you could even ask.

"Look Y/N, I am usually never wrong about anyone let alone their personality so don't worry. Take up this chance well and prove yourself. Also we couldn't trust anyone enough" she was smiling on the other side of the call.

"than- wait a minute 'we'?" your eyebrows scrunched in doubt. You heard a couple of people quarreling and a few face palms. "Yeah me and Brian kiddo" she spoke in hurry.

yeah of course duh!

"Well thanks Amelia, I won't keep you long now. Bye" you concluded. "Good night"

"We were almost made out huh?" Brian spoke after a long deliberation and wait. "Yeah no shit, dumbfuck" Amelia threw a cushion at him.

They both chuckled.

"We'll have to be careful though" Tom said, alert on caution. "Yeah we can't have your mate run away now can we?" Amelia joked accompanied with Brian's laughter.

"Yeah no shit, dumb bitch. You almost scared her off the first day itself." Tom back answered. "You said intimidating" she grunted.

All three of them started to throw cushions at each other.

"Oh by the way, the council called." Brian informed.

"About the WIND? They have been meddling a lot haven't they?" Tom enquired. "Yeah, but they're taken care of, don't worry. I'll keep them in check" Amelia smirked.

"We know you will." Brian and Tom spoke together.

The three of them have been together and best of friends since they could remember. The council realized the importance of Amelia's and Brian's in Tom that he was supposed to be the next clan leader. Any disturbances were taken care of even before they were bought up in front of the council.

No one dared to challenge the alpha.

He was the leader even before he was crowned, for the people. When he said something, every one listened and followed.

But the only person, who could get him on his knees and make him go feral was you.

You wouldn't be able to concentrate in your work and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going near you. Staying away was his only concern. He couldn't make himself being seen, not at least till you were safe.

After talking to Amelia, comfort and sleep took you in. You slept peacefully waiting for tomorrow and Tom slept thinking about you and how he had to keep you safe.

The two of you slept peacefully unknown of the mysteries and plans the rival clan, THE WIND was cooking up. But all that mattered right now was you

You only, for him.

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A/N- Hey guys, chapter 1's up and running. Hope you like it. Let me know what you guys think about it.

Chapter 2 teaser would be up probably today or tomorrow. So stay tuned.

Love yourself...no matter what 🤍🤍

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hi! my names Maria and I write for an assortment of characters and people, and requests are currently open. I constantly have 20 wips and seem to never finish them. I'm looking for a beta/ghost reader that'll help me navigate my wips, so if you're interested message me!

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based on the song traitor by Olivia Rodrigo where Tom Holland cheats on y/n with Zendaya. y/n has to navigate through her emotions and the aftermath of their ruined relationship.

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[mcwriting]

The Marriage Project (16)

I'm baaaaaccccckkkkk

Okay I've actually been here this whole time, but I got caught up in a bunch of other projects that I'm working on (mostly on AO3 @mcwriting like here)

But yay! Enjoy!

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Word Count: 3063

Warnings: slight callback to chapter 12 but unsubstantial; teenage rudeness (?)

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Tom had told you to wear something nice but comfortable, so you tugged on some baggy jeans and tucked in a sweater, looping a belt around your waist and donning your feet with ankle boots. You did a little hair and makeup and put on simple jewelry and once you were done, you paced the living room expectantly.

“Honey, you look like you’re going to throw up. It’s just one little date!” your mom said when she passed by you to enter her office.

“It’s not just a little date, mom! This is the first time I’ve ever been out on a real date with a guy who I call my boyfriend, and I don’t want to mess this up!”

Your mom set down some papers and came back into the room. 

“Based on the way that boy looks at you, I don’t think there’s a single thing you could do to mess things up,” she began, giving you a kiss on the head. The doorbell rang and you looked at each other. “Well go on, then. Don’t want to make him wait in the cold.”

You rushed to the door, taking one last deep breath before opening it. In front of you stood your boyfriend, holding a bouquet of dark red roses. You both smiled.

“These are for you. You look wonderful,” he said immediately, holding out the flowers, which you took happily. You led him inside.

“Wow, thank you. You don’t look half bad yourself,” you replied, going to set the flowers in the kitchen.

You weren’t lying, he really did look good.

He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a fitted black tee, and a grey felted coat over top. On his wrist was a silver watch you’d never seen and he’d finished the look with a belt and some black dress shoes. His curls were extra curly today and he’d pushed them back out of his face.

“It’s nice to see you, Tom! Congrats on the win last night,” your mother greeted. “And look at these! A man of good taste, I see.” she added, gesturing to the flowers before pulling a vase from the cabinet.

“Nice seeing you as well, Mrs. y/l/n. Is your husband around? I’d like to chat with him real quick,” Tom replied, earning wide eyes from you. Why would he want to talk to your dad?

“Oh, yes, he’s just in the office. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind chatting with you for a moment,” she said. 

You led him down the hall to where your father was. The two men greeted each other with a handshake.

“I just wanted to say, sir, that your daughter is in good hands,” Tom explained. You mentally rolled your eyes.

This boy.

“Well that’s good to hear, but I know she can handle her own pretty well. That being said, you’re a smart young man with a good head on his shoulders, so I have no doubts that you’ll treat her right. Now go, have fun,” he said, then turned to you. “See you later, kiddo. Be safe.”

He kissed your head as Tom led you to the front door. You picked up your bag on the way out. 

“So where are we going?” you asked the second both of your car doors were shut. He gave you a look.

“I was thinking that we go play a bit of topgolf, and then I’ve planned for us to have dinner at the steakhouse down the road,” he explained, cringing a little before quickly adding, “Is that alright? We can do something else if you want.”

You laughed lightly.

“Tom. That’s perfect. And you don’t have to spend all this money on me if you don’t want to. I’m very easily entertained.”

“That’s the thing. I really do want to do all this for you. You’re like, the woman of my dreams and I think you deserve to be treated as such.”

With that you headed off to the golf place. You were excited to know that his competitiveness wasn’t being threatened by your relationship.

“Alright, now I’m sure you know by now that I play golf on the side, so don’t be too discouraged if there’s a learning curve,” he explained confidently, a driver in hand. “Watch how it’s done a few times first, alright?”

He swaggered up to the tee box and hit a few balls, landing two in a far target. Even dating, you couldn’t help the natural banter between you.

“And that’s how you do it! Do you want some help on your swing?” he offered as you picked up a hybrid club. ‘You sure you wanna start with that one? Might be easier with an eight or nine iron.” 

“Let me get one out of my system and I’ll go from there, alright?” you said. You lined up the club and looked out over the targets. With a smirk, you pulled back and swung through, sailing the ball right into a target.

“Huh. Must’ve been a lucky shot,” you said. Tom was looking at you suspiciously. “Maybe I should try another.”

You sent 3 more balls right into targets before Tom said anything.

“Now hold on here. Your form is perfect… Do you play golf? ” he asked. You burst into laughter.

“My dad taught me when I was a kid. I thought I’d be a little rusty since the last time I played was over the summer, but guess I’ve still got it,” you explained. His jaw dropped.

“You little shit! Just letting me believe you didn’t know what you were doing! And to think I was going easy on you. Well not anymore. No ma’am, the game is on!” he exclaimed, pulling you in to press a kiss to your cheek and tickle your side.

“Say you were letting me off easy all you want, I’m still gonna win,” you taunted. 

“We’ll see about that.” 

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Between all the games you got in during your hour time slot, you and Tom had been pretty evenly matched. He had a further drive than you, though you were the more accurate one, so he ended up beating you by only a couple points.

You were joking around as he went to pay when an older couple from the family beside you came up to you.

“Hi there, sorry to bother. We just wanted to say that you reminded us of ourselves back in the day, and it brings us joy to see you two have so much fun together,” the man said. 

You beamed at Tom as he pulled you tightly beside him. 

“Thank you, that’s so sweet. This is our first real date together,” you shared happily. 

“First date! Well, if you’re anything like us, you’re in for a wild ride,” the woman said with a wink. You exchanged a few parting words before heading back out and towards the steakhouse.

Your conversation with the couple had you thinking, though. Were you and Tom going to end up married like them? You hadn’t even dated a week and suddenly you were thinking about marriage? 

Maybe this is moving too fast. But do I even mind it?

When you made it to the restaurant, Tom checked in and you waited for your reservation. 

You were standing off to a corner watching the videos and commenting on the pictures you’d taken of each other at top golf when he had an idea.

“Oh, hey, we should get a picture together!”

He scanned the room and saw that nearby was a couple in their thirties just talking, so Tom approached them.

“Hi there, sorry to bother you, but do you mind taking a picture of my girlfriend and I?” he asked.

Your stomach fluttered. This was the first time he’d explicitly introduced you to anyone as his girlfriend. The woman grabbed his phone and you posed together in front of a decorative stone wall.

He thanked them and you were looking at the pictures she’d taken when the hostess called Tom’s name, leading you to a table towards the back of the restaurant.

The dinner was going well, the both of you laughing and talking like you had been in the past couple of weeks, except that now everything had a different intention behind it. You got a few glances as stares when you laughed a little too loud over Tom accidentally clinking his knife on a plate.

As you ate your entrees, you thought back to the pictures and videos you had taken of each other so far but not shared.

“When should we tell people about this? Us? I mean everyone already thinks we’re together, but… you know,” you trailed, stabbing your fork into your food and grabbing a bite.

“That depends on when you want to tell people. I’m happy to go shout it from a rooftop right now or wait until you’re comfortable. I only care about you.”

“Honestly, I want nothing more than to put your picture up on my instagram and tell everyone, but another part of me is afraid of what kind of rumors we’ll fuel.”

Tom chuckled as you went in for another bite.

“I’m pretty sure every move we make is under the microscope right now, but it's still your call. Who cares what other people think?”

You thought about it for a moment as you chewed.

“Yeah you’re right. I’m pretty sure it would be worse for us to tease it than just come out and tell everyone. I mean… you don’t think we’re moving too fast do you? Of course, I’ve never been in a real committed relationship before so I don’t really know what the normal speed is but… I don’t know,” you blurted.

“I don’t really know either. We’re in this boat together. Do you think it’s moving too fast?” he asked apologetically.

“No! No, I like the speed we’re moving, I just don’t want to be the one to scare you off.”

“Babe, I’ve told you before, I have liked you for so long that it would take a lot to run me away. I like this pace too. It’s our pace,” he reached over to grab your hand, rubbing his thumb over it.. “We’re doing things on our own time and that’s what matters, okay?”

“Yeah… yeah,” you breathed, then spoke in a normal volume. “I think we should go public. Everyone will get to gossip about us in their groupchats before school Monday and I’ll get to show everyone my incredible boyfriend.”

You both laughed at that last part.

“Well I am pretty incredible, aren’t I?”

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You sat together in Tom’s car in your driveway picking through pictures to post on instagram.

Tom chose his cover photo to be one from homecoming night that his mom had taken of you two smiling at each other, along with the one from the date and a video he’d taken of you golfing. He captioned it “Been waiting too long to show off my lil disco ball” in reference to your silver dress. 

You instead made your cover image one of him tossing you over his shoulder from your senior pictures and also added other pictures from the dance, homecoming parade, and your date. Your caption read “Finally decided to start dating my husband because married life just wasn’t cutting it,” knowing full well you’d get lots of surprised comments. 

Both of you hit post and quickly turned over your phones so people could freak out while you talked some more. By now it was dark out (that darned winter sun) and the only light illuminating the car’s interior was from the moon and your house lights shining in.

You looked at Tom. Sure, you’d been on a few casual dates with guys before, whether it be a group thing where you and a guy just sat next to each other at the movie theatre, or maybe the one time you’d met a dude at the coffee shop only for him to freak out about you and Tom’s rivalry, or yeah, the foreign exchange student who’d asked you to freshman homecoming. 

Either way, you didn’t really know how to end a date. So you mustered up the knowledge from every romcom and blurted out the one line every character seems to say:

“I had a really great time tonight.”

It’s true, you did. But, geez, could it be any more cliche? Tom smiled back at you.

“Oh yeah? I did too.”

“How is it that we were so awful to each other for years, but now I know that you’re one of the sweetest guys ever? I mean we were both total assholes,” you said, earning a laugh.

“The world works in mysterious ways, princess, but I realized a long time ago how incredible you are. It just took awhile for you to see it in me.”

“Why did you even like me? Obviously, yeah, you weren’t afraid to fire back, but what did you see when I was making passive aggressive comments and even sometimes actually insulting you?”

“It’s not hard to look past your tough shell and see who you really are inside, especially when we’ve been in the same classes and clubs and sports everyday for this long. When I look at you I see someone who is smart and beautiful and strong and funny and a million other things. That’s what I saw back then, too. I still can’t believe that you feel the same way about me. Since when did that happen?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. Consciously, I admitted it to myself, like, last weekend, but I’ve been denying it for a long time. I think I became aware of my feelings back when I got my period at your house and you were really cool about it. But I also think there’s a part of me hidden behind everything else that’s been attracted to you for years. I think that’s why our rivalry became this big thing between us.”

Tom hummed in response and reached to grab your hand, fingers interlacing.

“Well, whatever brought us here... I’m glad it did. I’m glad that I’m the one by your side through everything that’s gone on this semester and I hope things stay like that for quite a while.”

You both sat in silence for a while, just looking at each other much like you’d done that one evening in his room. After a while, you sat up to lean over the console and kiss him, your hands resting on his cheeks. 

After your lips broke apart, his arms wrapped around your back and you snaked yours around him, too, resting your chin on his shoulder. With a little shifting, you were eventually sideways on his lap, legs stretched across the console and the passenger seat. 

He started to press his lips to your neck when you gasped and stiffened. It was where Harrison had done the same thing. Tom immediately pulled his head away and squeezed your waist tighter.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I forgot,” he whispered. You buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“It’s okay, it just. It’s still fresh. Try my shoulder.”

He moved the neck of your sweater a little and brushed some hair away, now kissing above your collarbone lightly. Eventually he moved up to your cheek and lips. After a while, you pulled away.

“You know I’d love to stay and do this for… ever, but I think I need to get inside and get some rest. I think Lex is coming over tomorrow. By the way, she mentioned that you guys made out at a party once?” you smirked. His eyes widened.

“Years, I mean years ago. I- I was drunk and basically imagined it was you and-”

You laughed at his small panic.

“It’s okay! She told me everything. I don’t blame her either. You’ve got some pretty kissable lips, Holland..”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“I could say the same for you. And don’t tell her this, but I much prefer kissing you than her.”

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You sat on your bed looking at yours and Tom’s instagram posts, reading the comments. Most everyone just said “knew it!” or “finally!”, but there were a few shocked commenters. Your dm’s were filled with people wanting you to spill tea, which you either ignored or gave a generic “we finally figured out we were right for each other” reply.

What stuck out to you was the text Grace sent you about it, reading:

Hey, y/n. I saw your post on instagram and just had to say that I can’t believe you and Tom actually got Harrison expelled just to turn around and start screwing each other (as if you weren’t already). Obviously I saw the damage on you, but he doesn’t deserve to have his high school experience ruined for that. I guess you two are meant for each other since you’re both snakes.

Your jaw dropped when you read her text and you were seeing red. After a few moments of contemplation, you realized something.

From the catcalling incident up until now, you realized how she had always seemed to defend Harrison for the smallest things. She liked him, and you were now the one responsible for “taking him away from her.”

It took you a few minutes to come up with a reply that wasn’t too mean and might prove her point about you, but you finally thought of something.

Look, Grace, I get it. You like Harrison and are pinning the responsibility of his expulsion on me, but he’s a dangerous person. He threatened to do a lot worse to me but luckily the right people were there to help me out. He’s the one who ruined his own experience by being a predator. As for Tom and I, we aren’t just “screwing around” and there’s a lot more to our relationship than what you or anyone else has seen and if you care to know about it why don’t you just be straight up and ask me? Now please, if you’re going to make unsubstantiated claims, at least do it to my face

In return came another angry reply that you just left on read. With that, you and Tom sent each other a goodnight and you let yourself fall into restless slumber.

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A/N: lol remember when I said I was gonna finish this over the summer? yeah Top Gun: Maverick happened so that went out the window but we're nearing the home stretch, I promise

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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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y/ninstagram☑️: on our way!

mixerjadeee: where are you going ????

↪️y/ninstagram☑️: Bali!!

harryholland64☑️: i'm literally sat right on the other side of you, where's a pic of me?

perrieedwards☑️: can't wait to see you guys again!

↪️angely/nn: ARE THE GIRLS ALL GOING TOGETHER IM CRYING

tomholland2013☑️: naa why do i do that thing with my hand

↪️y/ninstagram☑️: idk spiderman

dommoholland☑️: you've got that son of mine reading? witchcraft.

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tomholland2013☑️: how you feel about a rendezvous? time for two

tuwaine☑️: *eight

mixerhollands: he used a little mix lyric 😭

hazosterfield☑️: 🔥🔥

↪️tomholland2013☑️: back off bro?

parkersy/n: oop-

harryholland64☑️: how long did it take you to spell rendezvous right

↪️tomholland2013☑️: like 2 min i got yn to spell check

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Tom Holland Masterlist

Fic Recs

Imagines

tom holland posted a picture

 four times that tom’s friends posted a picture of you and the one time tom did.

No Body, No Crime

a few months after your breakup, you call Tom crying and needing his help

show you how it’s done

you and tom take a lie detector test with vanity fair

24hrs with y/n l/n ft tom holland

vogue has you do a twenty four hours interview which tom obviously crashes

You'll Save All Your Dirtiest Jokes For Me

you make a lot dirty jokes that leave Tom wondering how you really feel about him

Beauty Secrets

You´re doing vouge beauty secrets and Tom crashes it 

From Friends To This

Tom gives you an intimate compliment that makes you question just how platonic your friendship is

tessa’s new family

Tessa getting her pupps

Hubby

Tom makes even the simplest of days amazing

Unfazed Interruption

You and Tom have always had feelings for each other but never acted on them. The two of you share a moment and almost have your first kiss together when Harrison walks in, but that doesn’t stop Tom from getting the girl of his dreams.

Ex’s and Oh’s

Sebastian drops a bomb on Tom during a livestream

Kiss tiktok

You do the TikTok trend/prank, on the boys, were you ask if people want a kiss, but really you mean chocolate kiss

Waterproof

you meet a very cute, very hot guy when you join your friend in an spontaneous trip to a frat car wash event

Fathersday card

Dad!Mob!Tom

Romantic

You and Tom are secretly dating and go on The Late Late Show to discuss your new film and some suspicious photos.

Birthday wishes

it’s june 1st and tom and y/n are simply strangers, enjoying their skiing trips in the mountains. a series of mistakes leads to them riding the airlift together only to end up stuck up there for three long hours. they instantly connect, talk the entire ride, and share a secret or two

Better than Coast Guard

Based on Our last Summer by ABBA

Puppy Love

The first time you meet your new neighbour he nearly collapses on his kitchen floor. You take care of him and the two of you become friends quickly. When Tom finds a stray dog, he comes into the animal clinic you work at to have her checked out

Mackie

any chance he gets, Anthony teases you and Tom about your relationship

Snake Affairs

Slytherin!Tom Holland x Hufflepuff!Reader

Boys Have cooties

middle school teacher!tom holland x middle school teacher!reader

A Drunk Post

The aftermath of accidentally revealing your true identity … and the identity of your boyfriend.

Downey!Reader

The Morning After

no one knows you’re dating until the boys walk in on you and Tom after your first time

professor’s sweetheart

professor holland teaches british literature at your university. you hadn’t expected much when you signed up for the course, but the experience is everything and more than you could have hoped for.

No Fighting at Christmas

You and Tom get into a fight right before your family are due to come and stay for Christmas. But all is quickly resolved when your emotions finally topple over and lead you to make up

Sister!Reader ( holland!reader, osterfield!reader, styles!Reader, mackie!Reader)

Costumes!

You and Paddy having matching costumes for Halloween!

Holland!reader

Crush

Baby!holland or a young holland!reader having a crush on Harrison and he’s playing along with it, and Tom is jealous that his sister loves his best friend more than him

Holland!Reader

pulling the sheet over you and your lover as you're kissing in bed

Osterfield!Reader

The one where Tom finds out

Holland!Reader

The Gentlemen test

Holland!Reader

Ice cream

You interrupt tom during a zoom interview because you want ice cream

First time meeting

Styles!Reader

Suprises at the panel

Mackie!Reader

Back talking and secret boyfriends Part 2

Osterfield!Reader

Boyfriend

Holland!Reader

Series

The (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds Series

A series of little fics in various interview settings following the life of one (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds, YouTuber, actress and singer extraordinaire

Safety Net

After losing his wife, Tom is left to take care of his two small children while managing a company. Finding no other option he decided to hire a nanny for them and that's how he met Y/N who herself had lost her husband in an accident. It was as if the universe had planned on to bring these grieving souls together and give them a second chance to happiness

I Got You, Babe

a one night stand with a stranger results in an unexpected pregnancy

Blurbs

Ten years

Twitter Gossip

Call me pretty

Clingy frat!Tom

Sweet Spot

Kiss Her

Livesstream emabarrasment

That goes in you?

Going to School (dad!tom)

Married?Kids? (dad!tom)

Whatever you need

Biggest Fans

Painted Picture (dad!tom)

Small Boobs

Tattoos

Smut

(Mouth)Fucking Pushups

Red Light

Every night there are a variety of customers. But this night is different. As you’re doing your usual dance routine, you notice the hottest guy you’ve seen in a while, and he is looking back at you, his eyes are burning your skin way more than the blaring stage lights. Who is this man and why do you feel this way? It’s almost like you’re doing this dance for him and his eyes only.

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The Bet

A Harry Holland mini series

Part 1 (the game begins)

Summery:

Tom bets Harry he can't make you fall in love with him.

Warnings: slut shaming, social anxiety, smut (thigh riding) cursing, boys being dumb, blood.

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Word count 6k

Weekends at the frat were always busy. It was like as soon as five pm on Friday rolled around it was a revolving door of people. Some people the boys knew, some people they had seen but never spoken to, and some people that were completely strangers. None of them minded of course, part of being in the frat was throwing parties and they were determined to do it better than any of the other fraternities on campus.

Most of the occupants of the frat were sitting in an area they usually claimed as their own on nights like these. Talking to each other and ignoring the rowdy party goers aside from the occasional attractive girl that would saunter by catching their eye (or boy in Travis' case). Tonight was no different. 

Harry always steered away from girls who were drinking, he had a very specific set of rules, no alcohol, no leading on, and absolutely no falling in love with him. He knew it was strange, but he had a rugby Career to think of, and he planned on going pro. So he was straight forward if he started talking to a girl, hence the no Alcohol rule. Which brings us to the particular topic of today's conversation amongst the boys. 

"All I'm saying," Tom announced, "is that, you either suck in bed, or girls are really not into you," there was a collective round of oos from the other guys as Harry rolled his eyes. 

"I tell them they can't fall in love with me from the get go, keeps them from getting all clingy," Harry reminded Tom with a smirk. 

Tom sighed as he took a swig of his drink, "I'm just saying, I doubt you could get a girl to fall in love with you, you're too cocky," he told his younger brother. 

True to Tom's word Harry just scoffed, "I could have anyone in this room fall in love with me," he chuckled.

Tom narrowed his eyes on his younger brother. "Wanna bet on that?" He asked with a smirk. 

That caught Harry's attention. "Fine, what'll it be?" Harry challenged. 

"If you can get a girl of my choosing to fall in love with you, you win bragging rights," Tom explained. 

Harry nodded as he mulled the idea in his head but it wasn't him who spoke next. "That could take weeks," Sam pointed out with a worried expression, he always seemed to be the most level headed of the three Hollands (Four when they were back home).

"Maybe," Tom shrugged, "but Mr.cocky over here could probably get it done faster," Tom glanced over to Harry to see his eyes narrowed at him. 

"Fine," Harry agreed, "who will it be?"

Tom's finger was up and pointing across the room before Harry had even finished his sentence. 

Every boy turned to where Tom was pointing, and there you stood. A drink in your hand that was still full from when you had gotten it an hour prior, standing beside your cousin and flatmate, as you didn't know anyone else there. Harry had never seen you, and didn't know a thing about you, but Tom (who had been sleeping with your cousin Malory) knew exactly who you were and what had brought you here, and he knew that out of everyone in this room, you would be the last person to fall for his brother.

"Who is that?" Harrison asked, breaking the silence and causing all of them to turn their attention from where you stood.

"Mal's cousin, she just transferred here," Tom explained. 

Harry watched you for a few minutes more before turning back to his brother and sticking out his hand. Tom grasped his with his own and shook. "Got yourself a deal," Harry announced before finishing the beer in his hand, and gearing up to make his move.

Meanwhile, you were as uncomfortable as you had ever felt. Malory had told you coming out tonight would be good for you, help you get out of the funk you were most definitely in. But the truth was, you didn't want to be here, you would rather be anywhere but here. 

Mal was popular, so there wasn't a moment where she wasn't introducing you to another person, and socially you were drained. You didn't want to have to tell another person who you were, or that you had transferred over from the states, and you definitely didn't want to tell them why. You spotted a boy with curly red hair making his way towards the two of you, he was cute, with nicely styled Auburn hair, a cute smile, and a generous dusting of freckles on his cheeks. 

"Nope!" Mal yelled as she pointed a boney finger out towards him, "turn your ass around Holland Jr. And go find someone else," she told him strictly. 

His hands flew up to his chest as though he had been stabbed by her words and he feigned heartache. "Me? What have I ever done to you Malory?" He questioned as he walked up until he was directly in front of the two of you.

He cast you a grin, before turning back to Malory. "I'm serious Harry," she warned, "don't even think about it," she told him with a look that threatened death. 

The boy, who's name you had just learned was Harry, nodded at her. "I was just coming to say hi, I've never seen you around before," he turned his attention to you. 

"What about the other fifty people you have never seen around before?" Malory asked before you could even respond. 

Harry shrugged, "none of them caught my eye quite like her," he told her before turning back towards you. 

You had to give it to him, he was good, maybe too good, as though he had done this time and time again. 

You smiled politely. "Y/n." You said as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. 

He grasped it in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the skin of your hand gently. 

"Harry," he told you, though you had already gathered that. 

"Ok, you introduced yourself, now go away. And tell that brother of yours to stay away from me tonight," Mal told him as she gave him a shove back towards a group of guys she had previously told you were the fraternity brothers. 

A few to many people and an eternity later, you were standing alone, watching a sea of drunk people dancing like no one was watching. You had lost Mal about a half an hour ago and you weren't entirely sure what you were supposed to do. You wanted to go home, but the problem with that was you weren't sure how to get there or where exactly you were. You were the perfect victim for a predator right now you realized. "You don't look like you're having a good time," a familiar voice said. You turned to see the same curly haired boy from earlier standing beside you. 

You shook your head, "my social clock stopped ticking, but I don't know where Mal went," you admitted. 

"She and Tom ran off to his room," Harry told you with an apologetic smile. 

"Oh," you mumbled as you looked at the ground. 

"Are you going to be able to get home without her?" He wondered as he touched your arm. 

"I uh, I don't know how to get there from here, and she has the car keys," you admitted, as you cringed at the idea that you were a sitting duck. 

"I'll take you home," Harry told you like it was the simplest option. 

You shook your head and glanced at his nearly empty cup, "you have been drinking," you pointed out. 

He nodded and then chuckled, "I have, and I would never put you in a dangerous position, so I'll walk you," he said, "it's not to far from here, and I am all to familiar with Mal's place from how many times I've had to pick up a hungover Tom there the morning after," he told you as he lead you through the front door of the frat. 

You stopped at the stairs and glanced at him unsure. This was a recipe for disaster, not only did you not know this guy, but you also didn't know the area, and your true crime loving brain was screaming at you to stay put and just wait for Mal, but something else was telling you you could trust this guy.

So despite every red flag you followed him down the stairs to the sidewalk. "Is that alcohol?" He asked as he gestured to the cup in your hands. 

You nodded at him as you watched him take it from your hands and dump it into the grass beside you. "Don't want you getting in trouble for an open container," he explained. 

You nodded and eyed him skeptically. He was handsome, that you could easily admit. And there was something about him. He seemed to have a cocky attitude, but you could see that maybe that wasn't all it was underneath, maybe this boy was as broken and damaged as you were, or maybe he was just a cute boy offering to walk a helpless girl home. 

"Thanks for doing this," you said after a few minutes of walking. 

He shrugged but smiled, "I'd rather you get home safe than feel partially responsible if anything happened to you," he explained. 

"So what's the deal with Mal and -" you trailed off as you tried to remember the name of the boy Mal was most obviously involved with even if they did have real enemies to lovers vibes going on. 

"I don't know honesty," Harry admitted, "Tom is- well Tom is Tom, and Him and Mal have some history, but it gets messy when they're together," he chuckled. "She poured milk on his mattress once and dragged it out in the sun so the milk would spoil, he says it's because he didn't take her out, but I have a feeling it was more than that," he told you. 

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around yourself the brisk night air nipping at your skin. 

"You're cold," Harry said as he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. 

You couldn't help but giggle. 

"Thank you," you said. 

You were finally approaching an area you were vaguely familiar with and it eased some of the tension in your bones. That is until you saw the steps leading to your apartment building, and who was sitting on them 

"Oh no," you groaned as you went to turn right around and flee, you would wait for Mal at the fraternity you didn't care how long she'd be, anything to avoid what was about to come. 

"Y/n! Y/n! Is that you?" Markus called from behind you. 

Harry could easily see the tension in your body at the sound of the man's voice. "You want me to tell this guy to kick rocks?" He asked you. 

You weren't a confrontational person, in the slightest, you didn't like dealing with problems if they had the possibility of becoming heated. But in this instance, you couldn't take him being here. So you nodded at Harry, thankful he was there with you. 

"Hey, how bout you come by another time buddy, she doesn't want to talk right now," Harry called towards where Markus was standing staring at the two of you. 

"And who the hell are you?" He demanded stepping forward. 

"No one, but the lady doesn't want to talk tonight, so go on and go home, yeah?" Here Harry was, dealing with your problems with no back story or explanation, just the simple fact that he could tell you needed it. 

"That's really nice y/n, you ran off and hopped on the first dick you can find, doesn't matter that I'm the only guy you've been with, right. You said it yourself, your lacking experience," he spat in your direction. 

Harry recoiled back at the words before shaking them off. "Hey listen mate, just get lost," Harry told him. 

At this point Markus had started to get closer to the two of you, only standing a few feet away, you had your face hidden behind Harry, who you were practically using as a human shield. "Yeah?" Markus asked dryly. "So you can go sink your dick in the slut standing behind you? I don't think so," 

The noise of bone crunching, Is a very distinct one, of course followed by a howl of pain. 

You jumped back ready to call the cops if Markus had struck Harry, but were surprised to see Markus clutching his nose in pain as Harry shook out the hand he had just used to punch him. 

"First off, don't call her a slut," Harry spat, taking a step towards Markus who began backing up, "and second, she doesn't want to see you, so get lost," he finished as Markus grabbed his coat and fled. 

You stood staring at Harry with your mouth agape completely unsure at what had just transpired. "I- wha-" you shook your head in disbelief as you glanced over to see Markus' car peeling out of the parking lot. 

"Are you ok?" Harry wondered as he looked you over. 

"Am I- what? Me? Are you okay?" You stuttered out. You glanced at his hand to see blood and instantly felt guilty. "Your bleeding," you stated. 

He looked down at his knuckles and shrugged, "I'll be fine," he assured you. 

You shook your head as you told your brain to kick back into action, "come on," you told him as you walked past him and grabbed his uninjured hand. "I have a first aid kit upstairs, and alcohol, because I need a shot," you admitted as you pulled him along. 

"I figured you didn't drink," Harry chuckled from behind you.

You glanced back at him with your eyebrows pulled together. "Why would you figure that?" 

"You had the same cup all night and you didn't touch it at all," he explained. 

You were shocked he had noticed that, he must have been watching you most of the night to even put that together. You nodded as you pulled your keys from your pocket. "I um- I don't like to let my inhabitants down around people I don't know," you admitted. 

You unlocked the door and pushed it open and let Harry in before you followed. 

First step was a shot. 

Second, a first aid kit. 

You chose to drink straight from the bottle of peach flavored vodka, the cheap liquid burning all the way down. 

"You don't know me," Harry chuckled as he pointed towards the liquor.

You nodded, "well you just punched my shitty ex in the nose without having any explanation of why I didn't want to speak to him. Guess that makes us acquaintances, " you smiled as you rummaged around the cupboards until finding the first aid kit. 

"I can work with that," Harry chuckled as he watched you. 

If he was being honest, he wasn't one to act with anger, rarely ever getting physical with people other than his brothers, or opposing teams on the field, But something about how sour the word slut had been directed at you made him react without a second thought. He told himself it was for the benefit of the bet, but honestly, he just wanted to protect you from that, and he had no idea why. 

"Oh yeah?" You wondered with a grin. 

"Mhmm," Harry said, "step up from strangers, and a step closer to friends," he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

"Friends," you chuckled. "right," 

"You're going to need some of those you know, uni is hard enough as is, having people to talk to makes it more barrable," he explained. 

You nodded, mulling over the thought of being his friend. "Yeah alright, tell you what, we're friends," you chuckled at him. He smiled wide at you before you interrupted. "On one condition," 

He narrowed his brows at you but nodded. "Shoot," 

"It doesn't go further than that, ever," if there was one thing you were sure of it was that you couldn't take another heartbreak, and Harry.. well he seemed like the perfect boy to break your heart. You had to protect yourself after all, even if you were selling short an opportunity. 

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at you. All too aware of the bet with Tom becoming a whole lot more difficult. "Deal y/n, friends and nothing more," he stuck out his hand for you to shake and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed it and pulled it towards you to clean. 

"Now let's get this cleaned up," you mumbled as you wet a gauze pad with some rubbing alcohol. 

"Aww shit," he hissed as you pressed it to his busted knuckle. "So now since we're friends, what was that guy's deal anyway?" He Wondered as he winced while you proceeded to clean his hand. 

"Basic story," you sighed. "Highschool sweetheart, lost my virginity to him, thought it was forever, only to have my heart crushed when my best friend told me that they had been sleeping together for months," you ripped a bandaid open and sealed it over the split in Harry's knuckle noticing a bunch of partially healed cuts and scars along with callouses. "He begged me to forgive him, and explained that I was an idiot if I moved to throw away all the good years we had had over a few months. So I packed a bag, left a note that said I was an idiot and flew to Scotland for two months, then Mal told me she had a room open and I enrolled here for school, picked up and completely upended my life," you explained. 

"You're not an idiot," Harry said sternly. 

You nodded with a smile, "no I'm not, I just, I know what I'm worth, and it's a whole lot more than that," you grabbed the bottle of vodka again taking a swing before offering it to Harry. 

He eyed you for a minute before shrugging and throwing it back. "So what now? You have given up on love all together?" He wondered. 

You chuckled before nodding. "Something like that, it's not worth the pain, you know, it feels good for a while, but then to have your heart destroyed," you sighed as you stared at the wall, "no one deserves to feel that, like you weren't enough, or you were just some means to an end," you told him. 

Harry cringed at that last statement. He wanted to call Tom and call the whole thing off, there was no way he could go through with this and risk you getting hurt in the crossfire, especially with you being so open with him, this wasn't worth bragging rights, hell it probably wasn't worth anything Tom had to offer. He pulled his phone from his pocket seeing a text from Tom that read 'I expect a full report in the morning lover boy,' and suddenly the idea of throwing the bet out the window went right out the window instead. 

Harry would come to regret this moment, and he knew that without a shadow of a doubt. You deserved more than to be part of something so childish without knowing, but his competitive cocky nature made him headstrong, and that, that was his problem. 

"So," Harry sighed, sitting back and looking at you. "only guy you have ever been with huh?" 

You groaned as you grabbed the bottle of vodka and made your way to the L shaped couch. "Yup, 23 years old and I've only slept with one person, which either makes me extremely sad or extremely lucky," you shrugged as you took another swig of the drink. "Guess it just depends on who you ask. What about you?" You wondered, your attention turned back toward where he was leaning against the counter.

"What about me?" He asked with a grin. 

"Come on," you chuckled. "You must get around with a smile and face like that," you teased. 

Harry just rolled his eyes before making his way to the couch beside you. "Nothing serious," he admitted. "A few flings, but that's it," he told you. 

You nodded, offering him the bottle again which he gladly took. 

You spent the next late hours chewing the shit and becoming fast friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you that you couldn't deny, but there was no way you would ever act on it. 

You yawned as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 3 am and between the two of you guys, you had nearly finished the vodka. "We should get some sleep," you mumbled as you let your eyes fall closed. 

"We've been friends for only a few hours and we're already having sleepovers?" Harry chuckled as he sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped around your legs. "How scandalous," he mumbled before his breathing got heavy and passed out. 

Harry's head pounded as his eyes fluttered open the next morning, to a terrifying sight. Harry gasped as he sat up seeing a very angry Mal standing above him. "I specifically told you no," she warned. 

"I didn't do anything," Harry protested, and he was telling the truth, he hadn't done anything, which in and of itself was not like him at all. 

"She's not another mark on your bedpost Harry," she told him with a sigh. "She's been through a lot in life and she doesn't need any of the drama that comes along with a Holland," 

Harry looked at Mallory with a serious face before he answered. "We're not all Tom Mal. I just want to be her friend nothing more," the lie felt heavy on his tongue as he said it, but it seemed to be enough for her. 

She nodded and then looked at you still fast asleep on the couch. "I'll kill you if you hurt her," she warned.

"I'll hold you to that," Harry said honestly, because suddenly he was worried hurting you just might break him.  

You awoke to the smell of something delicious. You pushed up from the couch to find Mal standing at the stove. "Morning you floozy," you chuckled as you stretched your arms above your head. 

"I can say the same to you," she giggled as she looked over at you with a funny look. 

"What?" You wondered with narrowed eyes, and then last night came flooding back into your mind. You glanced over to the other side of the couch to find it empty. 

"He left this morning when I got home," she told you as she turned back to the food she was cooking. 

"Oh," you mumbled as you stood up from the couch. 

"Y/n, I meant what I said yesterday," she sighed as she turned around to face you again. "The Holland's, they are bad news, and Harry is the worst of them," she told you. 

You shook your head. "We're only friends Mal," you assured her. 

She nodded, "well Tom and I aren't even that and look what he does to me," she grumbled. 

You felt bad. Honestly you did. But you and Harry were only friends, and you had agreed to be nothing more. So what was the danger there? 

As soon as Harry had gotten home Tom was all over him. "So?" He wondered. 

"What? You think I have a fucking magic dick or something?" Harry scoffed. 

"You used your dick then? Noted." Tom chuckled loudly. 

Harry was tired, and more than a little irritated. "No actually, I don't have to lead with my dick to get someone to talk to me," he spat at his older brother, before bounding his way up to his room. 

"Well maybe if you did this would go faster," Tom chuckled, ignoring Harry's obviously bad attitude. 

"Yeah, whatever Tom," Harry grumbled before stripping his clothes off to get in the shower. 

"Call it quits if you want mate, I won't judge you none," Tom called through the bathroom door. 

Harry should have taken that out, he should have called it quits, because he didn't see an end where this didn't end in a disaster, but he couldn't, he couldn't back out now. "piss off Tom," he called through the door. 

The next few days were a blur, between beginning your classes and trying to get a lay of the land you barely had a minute to yourself. You walked out of your creative writing class with the full intention to go home, strip off your clothes, run yourself a nice bath and relax. 

"Hey you," you heard from behind you. 

You turned to see Harry standing there, with a gym duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Oh Harry, hi," you said. 

"I uh- I didn't get your number last weekend," he chuckled before holding out his phone to you. "Hard to get ahold of friends when you don't have a way to contact them," you smiled at him and took the phone from his hand, entering in your number. 

"Here you go," you told him. 

He looked over the screen and smiled "y/n/n?" He asked. 

"My friends get to call me that," you winked before turning to head in the direction of home. 

"Hey!" Harry called, running after you. "I was thinking, were having a party this weekend-"

"You live in a frat, aren't there parties every weekend?" You wondered. 

"Touche," Harry chuckled. "Anyways, I'm not really feeling up to it and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go somewhere with me?" He asked you. 

You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him. "Go somewhere?" You squeaked. 

"Yeah, just two friends hanging out," Harry clarified. 

You nodded, his words not really easing the sudden ache in your stomach. "Um, yeah. Yeah that sounds fun," you lied. It did not sound fun, if anything it sounded like a disaster in the making. 

"Cool," Harry sighed in relief, "I'll pick you up Saturday morning at 8," and then he was gone. 

"8am?" You yelled after him. 

"Bright and early sunshine!" He called back before disappearing all together. 

Recipe. For. Disaster. 

So there you were 7:45 on a Saturday morning debating on what outfit looked the best to spend the day with Harry. You had been texting non stop since you gave him your number, and he had told you to wear something casual that you didn't mind getting dirty. 

Mal was nowhere to be found having gone out last night to do something. That something being Tom, you had no doubt about that. 

Having no one to ask about your current outfit, you Snapped a picture and sent it to Harry asking him if was ok. 

His response was immediate. 

H- dare I say you look edible? 

Y/n- Harry! You can't say that! 

H- ohhh, ok. Then you look perfect y/n/n 

H- pulling up now. 

H- get your edible ass down here. 

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your purse and made your way down to the entrance to your apartment. 

Harry was out of the car and standing on the passenger side holding the door open for you as soon as you stepped out. "And they say chivalry is dead," you chuckled as you slid into the seat and buckled yourself. 

"Whoever said that has obviously not met any of the Holland's," he teased back. 

You let out a laugh before turning to him. "Do you know what is said about 'the Holland's'?" You asked.

He shot you a funny look before you continued, "you boys have a reputation for being bad news, absolute heartbreakers," you told him. 

"Woah," he said as he turned onto a road you were unfamiliar with, "I'm very straightforward with all the girls I evolve myself with that they should not fall in love with me," 

You rolled your eyes at that, "it's not always that simple, sometimes it just happens and you can't even pinpoint when," you explained. 

He nodded, "I guess I just wouldn't know, never been in love," he admitted. 

You felt utter shock wash over you. "Never?!" You demanded. 

He shook his head, "can't get your heart broken if you keep it hidden," he said. "Plus I'm a busy guy, between rugby and my classes, not much time or energy to keep a relationship,"

"Harry," you whispered, "that's kind of sad," you looked at him with his full attention on the road ahead of you, he nodded slightly before taking a deep breath. 

"It may be, but I haven't had to try and pick up the pieces of my heart because someone else shattered it. If my heart gets broken, I want to blame myself," Harry admitted. 

You sighed before sitting back into the car seat and staring out the window wondering where the heck he was taking you. 

Eventually, Harry pulled the car off the road and put it in park in front of what seemed to be a giant canal, with an amazing view. 

"Where are we?" You wondered as you unbuckled yourself and climbed out of the car. 

"This is where I come, when I want to escape," he told you. "Come on, I have something to show you," he stopped at the trunk of his car before pulling out a large bag and then walking forward, grabbing your hand as he passed by. 

The walk was short and when he finally stopped walking you were amazed. Underneath a bridge, that had a perfect shield of privacy all while still giving you a full view of the canal and all it had to offer. 

"Wow," you said as you sat down on a large rock. 

Harry nodded as he watched you take it all in, this was his place, the one he would come to anytime he just couldn't take it anymore and needed a way out. To be sharing it with someone felt so weird, but also right. He hadn't planned to bring you here, having a whole other day planned, but after the constant texts and getting to know you in the past week, he knew he wanted to share this with you. 

"It's my favorite place," Harry admitted. 

"You probably bring all the girls here," you teased with a smile. 

Harry sighed, "actually, I've never bought anyone here," he told you. He rummaged around his bag before pulling out a few waters and handing you one. "I also made you a sandwich in case you get hungry," he told you. 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at him. A sudden onset of feelings you were not supposed to be feeling rushing over you. "Thank you," you whispered. 

Harry nodded, before sitting next to you. "So," he said after a minute of silence. "Tell me something you have never admitted out loud," he told you. 

You chuckled as you thought about it. There were a few options that came to mind, but most that were childish and not worth saying out loud, so you went with the one that had been eating away at you for the last few years. "I don't think I have ever had an orgasm," you admitted, staring ahead. 

Harry's eyes flew open in shock at your words as he spit his drink out, effectively covering you in water. "I'm sorry, what?!" Harry demanded as he tried to help you wipe yourself off. 

You shrugged, "you know how, like if your going to go to an amusement park, the day before your all excited because you have been hearing about this amazing ride, and you can't wait to ride it, and then you get there, and it's the carousel," you explained. "That's how sex always was for me, and I never have been able to get really into doing it myself," you admitted. 

"So you don't know if you have? Or you never have?" Harry wondered. 

You sighed as you thought about it. "I don't think I ever have," you laughed as you threw your head back laughing. "How sad is that?" You chuckled. 

"Extremely," Harry chuckled before taking a deep breath. "I could uh," he looked over at you. "I could help you," he shrugged. 

You felt your mouth drop open at that. Help you? With like… getting off? So you said the only thing that came to your mind. "Help me?" You wondered. 

He nodded, "I won't touch you or anything, unless you ask me to, but yeah, I could you know, help I guess," 

"How?" You asked suddenly breathless with the situation at hand. 

Harry's eyebrows shot up, "like you want me to show you?" He Wondered. 

All you could do was nod. Stupid girly hormones. 

Harry took a deep breath before nodding himself. "Just a friend helping a friend," he whispered to himself. 

He grabbed your hands as he pulled you from where you were sitting on the rock and began to push you back towards the cement wall. You gasped as your back hit the wall and Harry's body was only a few inches away from you. 

"I'm going to hold your hips to help you move," he told you with a husky voice, "but you're going to do all the work, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, and if you want me to stop, say the word and I will," he explained. You nodded as you stared up into his warm brown eyes, an ache forming in your stomach. "I need you to say the word y/n/n," he whispered. 

"Yes," you whispered, Harry kicked your legs apart with one of his before slotting his knee between your legs and pushing his thigh against your core, his hands firmly planted on your hips as he began to help you grind against him. 

It was almost pathetic, because in all the times you had had actual sex it never felt as good as this did. You stared into Harry's lust filled eyes wishing he would lean in and kiss you, dear God did you want his lips on yours.

He pulled you against his thigh firmly and you let out a moan as your eyes drifted shut and your head fell back. 

"That's it," Harry mumbled as he continued what he was doing. "Just relax and let go," he cooed. 

You couldn't help the way his words made you feel, making the whole situation that much better, you felt yourself begin to loose control as your breathing increased and your legs tightened around Harry's thigh. 

"Oh fuck," you moaned out as a sudden wave of ecstasy washed over you, and you knew for certain, you most definitely had never had an orgasm before now, and you had just had your first one riding Harry Holland's' thigh. 

How. Embarrassing. 

As you came down from the high you opened your eyes to see Harry staring at you, his own eyes full of lust and unspoken desires. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he admitted. 

You felt yourself become all to aware of his thigh still pressed firmly against you. "Friends helping friends," you chuckled. 

Harry nodded as he glanced down to your lips before shaking his head and backing up. "I need to- I need- give me a minute," he told you as he made his way out of sight, walking a little funny with an obvious problem in his pants.  

You felt yourself exhale, completely shocked that you had let that happen. That happened. 

Holy. Shit.  

You shook your limbs as you made your way back to the rocks you had been sitting on before. 

You could hear Harry mumbling off on the side he had disappeared off to. "Fucking div," he groaned. "Friends? Friends don't fucking do that. Fuck, friends don't look at you like that," he exhaled loudly before slowly returning. 

You watched him as he rounded the rock to sit beside you. He took a deep breath before returning to you. "I have to be honest." He sighed. "I lied to you before," he admitted. 

You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, "about?" You wondered. 

"Friends don't usually help friends like that," Harry explained. 

You couldn't help the laugh that erupted from your chest. "Well they should," you teased with a smile. 

Harry turned away from you with a smile before shaking his head. "So did I help you out? Or no?" He wondered with his bottom lip pinned between his teeth. 

"You helped me out tremendously," you giggled. 

He nodded before turning away to adjust himself. 

"Fuck, tell me we can never do that again, for the sake of our friendship," Harry demanded. 

"Ok," you whispered. 

"Tell me now y/n, or so help me," he groaned. 

"We can't do it again Harry, for the sake of our friendship," you told him with a smirk. 

He nodded before looking at you shocked, "you didn't say never," he reminded. 

"Didn't I?" You teased. 

The next few weeks were spent together. When you weren't at class, you were usually with Harry, whether it be at the frat, your apartment, his practice, or your guys spot upon the canal, you had grown to be inseparable. 

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