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spideyssunshine · 3 months
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new era starts now.
can we please leave the past in the past. i overshared years ago and overwhelmed myself in the process. i miss being a writer on here. i miss all of mutuals and the creation of my works. so please, let me have a fresh start on here.
IM BACK! spideyssunshine is now open for business. please send me requests so i can start writing again or come chat with me! i missed you all so much and love you all always.
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babyparker13 · 3 days
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No thoughts just Harry playing pool 😩
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heytherejulia · 2 years
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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland
pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya
warning: minor injury, swearing
summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers
word count: 1,9k
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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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violetlilysunshine · 2 years
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Smut Masterlist
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Just for Us - 18+
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Your First Time - 18+
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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years
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The Bet
A Harry Holland mini series
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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. 
A/n:
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hornyaquarius · 7 months
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Masterlist for my smut stories/ fanfics
Michael Cimino & Reader
Celebrity Sex Paradise (10 Chapters with Joshua Bassett, Matt Cornett, Jace Norman, Tom Holland, Nico Greetham, Lucien Laviscount) FINAL CHAPTER OUT NOW!!
Sebastian Stan & Reader
Harrison Osterfield & Harry Holland
Shawn Mendes & Joshua Bassett
Nico Greetham & Reader
Joshua Bassett & Matt Cornett
Harry Holland & Tom Holland
Jordan Fisher & Matt Cornett
Gavin Leatherwood & Reader
Anthony Keyvan & Reader
Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield
Tom Holland & Kit Connor
Kit Connor & Mason Gooding
Leo Howard & Charles Melton
Lucien Laviscount & Black Michael
Froy Gutierrez & Zane Phillips
Peter Parker & Johnny Storm
Gavin Casalegno & Gregg Sulkin
Ross Lynch & Joshua Bassett
Rudy Pankow & Anthony Keyvan
Jacob Rott & Asher Angel & Nico Greetham & Taron Egerton
KJ Apa & Noah Beck
Nico Greetham & Milo Manheim - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PART 1
Leo Howard & Anthony Keyvan - HALLOWEEN SPECIAL PART 2 & NEW!!
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rainydayathogwarts · 5 months
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My favourite fics from other authors!!
MCU:
daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx
As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes
Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws
tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws
the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo
incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter
begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel
trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen
your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker
stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen
phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf
twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders
Wizarding World:
interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp
the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley
angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin
jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre
Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut
Celebrities
Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva
You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo
Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here
The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai
ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey
Criminal Minds
Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman
Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu
You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid
You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly
The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly
Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly
Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly
A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly
The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand
Stranger things
Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso
Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker
Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc)
Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera
Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou
Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh
Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco
Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline
Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair
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maevesheart · 1 year
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let’s make a deal
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ she-devil (02)
PETER PARKER X FEM!READER
summary: slapping peter parker has its consequences. but mr stark and your father make sure that this “community service” will work out in both of their favors. but that means asking things neither you nor peter may be able to do.
WC: 2k
TW: swearing
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“what?!” your loud voice cuts through the tension in the small office of your principal.
your father’s face is hard and stern, and he hasn’t spoken a word the whole time.
he is sat to your left, peter is to your right, and peter’s aunt may is on his other side.
“there is no way i’m doing that,” you laugh, shaking your head.
“excuse me, mr morita, could you repeat that?” you father asks, raising an eyebrow.
he is just as upset as you are. this is pointless. as far as he can see; you stood up for yourself.
“of course, mr griswold. here at midtown, we do not condone violence of any kinds. miss griswold’s harassment of mr parker today in the cafeteria violates our school rules. since i am the principal, and i am in charge of keeping our school safe, i must give miss griswold a punishment.”
he finishes, looking at the four of you.
peter and you are sat as far away from each other as possible. his aunt has an anxious look on her face, and you feel sort of bad.
maybe you shouldn’t have slapped him…
no! y/n shut up! he spread lies about you! you are in the right, not him.
“i understand, mr morita, but i’m sure a weeks suspension is a little dramatic,” your father put on his work voice, demanding and frightening.
you found yourself wincing at his words. he was the only person you were ever scared of.
“my father’s right, sir, i only stood up for myself,” you defended, putting on your puppy-dog eyes.
“i’m sorry, miss griswold, but if you wish to change your punishment, you must go to the board of education.”
you sigh, pretty much accepting the defeat.
wait! this is peter’s fault, so why shouldn’t he go down too?
“mr morita, if i may,” you start,
“of course,”
“like i said, i was only standing up for myself. i felt attacked by peter’s cruel words and he was spreading lies about me. lies that include activities which i did not partake in. he is practically sexualizing me, which if i’m not wrong, goes against rule 142 of school conduct. surely he should receive some sort of punishment as well.” you reasoned, planting a sweet tone and a charming smile.
you watched the corners of your fathers mouth twitch into a smirk.
“you are right, miss. i suppose mr parker has broken rules as well. two weeks of community service for the both of you. that’s all.” he dismissed the four of you with the wave of his hand, and you and your father exited with grins on the both of your faces.
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COMMUNITY SERVICE; DAY ONE
when your matte black mclaren pulls up into the parking lot where you’re meeting peter, you immediately don’t want to be there.
after you left the school yesterday, peter had given you his number so you two could communicate on where to work. mr morita said the only way he would let you both back was if you did the work together.
you were dreading it.
the minutes felt like hours, so when peter finally walked up to you, you thought you had been sitting there for seven hours.
he eyed you, and raised an eyebrow at your outfit.
you were wearing black tights, a burberry skirt, a white turtleneck sweater, and knee-high black chanel boots. what was so wrong with your outfit?
you gave him a look and crossed your arms over your chest. normally you didn’t care what people thought of you…
“god this sucks!” you breathed out, throwing your head back.
peter rolled his eyes, and sat down next to you.
“listen, y/n, i’m sorry about what you think i did, but i suggest that we somehow find a way to work together to get this over with,” he spoke, watching you out of the corner of his eye.
“whatever, peter, i don’t really care!”
he shook his head and stood up, walking over to the woman with the clipboard.
you watched him walk away and huffed, he was getting on your nerves way more than you expected.
deep down, you knew that he didn’t say the things harry said he did. harry was like that though; he loved drama, and usually started it on his own.
once peter came back, he was carrying two black trash bags, and two metal sticks.
“what are those?” you asked, reluctantly taking them from him.
“our community service. now stand up,”
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“peter! i’m tired. can we rest?” you pleaded, watching him pick up crushed soda cans.
“fine. but only five minutes,” he sighed, shaking his head at your laziness.
he had done all the work, the only thing you could really said you did was complain.
sighing as he slumped down next to you, his head shot up as you squealed next to him.
“gregor!” you jumped up, running to the black bentley that pulled up next to the gazebo the two of you were seated at.
he stood up and hesitantly followed you, unsure of this strange man.
gregor — the man you ran to — offered peter a smile as he got out of the backseat, and extended his hand once peter was within reach.
“doctor gregor mathers. you must be peter parker, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
peter examined the man before giving his hand.
they shook hands for a slight moment before you started practically climbing doctor mathers.
“pleaseee tell me you’ve come to save me! i need to get out of here!” you begged, inching closer and closer to the car door.
“yes, i have actually. the both of you. your father wishes to meet with you both.” gregor said sternly, motioning towards the car.
you climbed in immediately, gregor slid in next to you, and then when peter got in, he was across.
gregor told the driver to head for gris-rise, the building that held griswold tech, the company your father owned.
gregor had heard of peter’s internship at stark industries — the competition for your fathers company — so he was hesitant when your father announced he wanted both you and peter to come to his office.
one thing was for sure, gregor would be keeping an eye on peter.
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the elevator ride up to your father’s office was quiet and tense.
peter awkwardly stood opposite of you and gregor, and continuously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
he watched you carefully as you applied lipstick using the long mirrors along the whole elevator. gregor stood closely next to you, keeping an eye on peter.
the doors chimed and opened wide, presenting your fathers completely glass office. 50 foot walls lined the entire room, completely dark grey glass windows.
his dark mahogany desk sat in the middle, with two grey plush chairs across from it.
your heeled boots clicked on the marble floor as you waltzed up to your father, who was faced away from you, standing up and staring out one of his many windows.
“hi, daddy,” you smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek as he turned around. “hello, darling,” he spoke back, turning around and facing peter and gregor with a glimmering smirk.
“welcome to gristech, peter parker.”
peter’s chest tightened as he lightly squinted, taking in your fathers smile. his teeth glinted white in the bright office, and he looked almost sinister.
peter lightly nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat, next to gregor.
“gregor you’re free to go, my biggest thank yous.” your dad smiled, giving gregor a squeeze on the shoulder.
“of course, ken. i’ll be back shortly,” gregor said, giving you a tight lipped smile and nodding to peter as he walked past him.
the sound of his expensive dress shoes echoed in the open room as you and peter were ushered to your fathers desk.
peter reluctantly sat down next to you, uneasily looking around and trying to find the quickest way to escape.
“i’m very happy you agreed to come here, mr parker. i’m kennedy griswold, ceo and president at gristech, but please just call me ken.” a bright smile once again exposed itself on your fathers face.
“of course, sir.” peter said, lightly bowing his head.
“now, i spoke to midtown, and principal morita agreed to let me bend the conditions of your community service just a bit. i figured you two would quickly tire of the slaving away they had you both doing. so instead, i’ve had both of you transferred here. to be my interns for these 2 weeks.”
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AVENGERS TOWER
tony’s fingers pressed into his temples, listening to peter jabber about what ken griswold had told him.
gristech was stark industries biggest competitor. obviously, tony wasn’t happy, but he figured that this could be used to his advantage.
“listen kid,” tony started, placing a hand on peters shoulder, “ken griswold is no dummy. in fact he might almost be as smart as me. there’s definitely a reason he’s doing this, and it’s not for his daughter; lord knows he’s never cared about his family. especially after what he did to his wife… but that’s besides the point.”
peter gave tony a confused look, wondering where he could be going with this.
“i want you to keep a close eye on ken griswold. see his next moves, what he’s making now. then come tell me. we will always be a step ahead.”
“sir, i don’t know if i’m cut out for it. you know i’m clumsy and sometimes stupid and,” peter awkwardly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“you’re smart, parker. you’ll do what’s right, you think with your heart. just don’t trust the girl, she’s beautiful, yes, but she’s a little devil. i’ve heard the things she’s done.”
tony was talking about you, of course.
“make her fall for you. make her trust you. make her feel like she can tell you anything. get her to tell you everything. we need this information to get ahead, parker.”
peter shook his head. he wasn’t cut out for that. how could tony expect him to fake feelings for you when he’s loved you for years? how would he live with himself?
“mr stark…”
“i’m counting on you, kid. don’t let me down.” tony gave him a rough pat on the back, and left the room, leaving peter alone with his thoughts.
his jumbled, twisted thoughts. thoughts that were going to eat him alive.
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GRIS-RISE
“no! i absolutely will not be doing that!” you screeched, appalled that your father thought you would ever associated yourself with peter parker.
“y/n arabella griswold. this is not me asking. this is me demanding. you will get peter parker to trust you, and you will get peter parker to tell you everything he knows about stark industries. i do not care what it takes. want a new chanel? consider it done.”
“daddy! i don’t want to! i hate peter parker! how can you make me do this after those things he said about me?” you we’re shocked. your father was a bad man, you knew this, but he wasn’t evil.
this was out of character of him.
yet, as always, you complied. you would do anything for your fathers approval, something you had been seeking all your life.
you never had a problem getting approval from your mother. she was beautiful, and kind. like a ray of sunshine. your father was dark and gloomy like a thunderstorm. they balanced each other out.
ever since your mothers death when you were a mere child, things hadn’t been the same. your father turned dark and cold and shut you and georgie out.
so of course, if it meant you had to make peter parker fall in love with you to make your father proud, you’d do it.
it can’t be that hard, can it?
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cherrycheridarling · 10 months
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main masterlist
a/n: please don't repost any of my work without permission<3 you can reblog and all that jazz :)
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noellie-writes217 · 1 month
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Word Diary
Chapter one: Whelve
Summary: Tom comes back from a hectic year to find his ex from his teens in his parents’ house. She’s got big plans for herself and all of Tom’s brothers know, he’s a risk for her.
Series warnings: Smut, exes to lovers, pining, additional warnings per chapter
Tom came home for the holidays on December twentieth of 2020 but was not expecting to see what he saw in his childhood home on that day. His mother sits there indulging in conversation with a friend she’s had since Tom was born.
“Tom! Honey! Look who’s here!” She points to her friend who’s been playing with a puppy.
“Hello Holly. It’s good to see you.” But it’s still really awkward given the history… but then again, Holly doesn’t know the history.
“Tom honey, come see Rosalind’s new puppy! His name is Cerberus.” Tom’s brows raise a little more when he hears the name.
Instead of kneeling and playing with the puppy immediately, he stands there for a second wondering if this is real or not.
He hears laughing from the kitchen, and then his younger brother Sam walks out with Holly’s daughter, Rosalind and a few dishes for dinner.
Once he sees Rosalind, everything stops for him. She’s wearing that smile she used to wear around him when they were alone and no one knew. The one he hasn’t seen in years. The one he’s dreamt of. The one Harrison has made fun of him for fantasizing over. The one he’s had no luck finding in any other girl. The one he fell in love with right before he left for carpentry school. It still hasn’t changed.
She looks up for a moment at him and her smile fades so she quickly leaves with Sam as he tells another story.
Harry of course notices and texts the brothers group chat calling an emergency meeting.
BROTHERS GROUPCHAT
Harry:Meeting in Paddy’s room. ASAP
Sam:why?
Paddy:Yeah and why my room?
Harry:All will be explained. Just get there
Tom:I just got home. Can it wait?
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Harry: Tom’s still in love with Roz. He’s either gonna be a dick or a loser if we don’t talk to him about it. That’s why we need a meeting.
Sam: Seriously? Still? He was such a dick last time they saw each other.
Paddy: Agreed
Sam: If he starts acting like that again she might not just leave for Paris for school, she could leave forever
Harry: Thus why something. Needs. To. Be. Done.
Paddy: Meeting in my room
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All of the brothers get to Paddy’s room in a short few minutes. And Tom is told to sit on his bed while the twins get ready to interrogate him and paddy guards the door.
“I saw the way you looked at her Tom,” Harry starts.
Tom tries (and fails) to bullshit through this conversation, “what are you talking about?”
“We’re talking about you being awkward about Roz being here,” Sam chimes.
“Roz is like a sister to us, and we’ve seen you fuck it up with her to the point where she left the fucking country,” Harry says, “so whatever your thinking about her, stop. She’s too good for you and everyone knows it but you apparently.”
Tom gets angry at his younger brothers for trying to tell him what to do. He has since they were all little… well, little-er. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Rosalind left so she go to ballet school in Paris. That had nothing to do with me.”
Now it’s Paddy’s turn to speak up, “Oh yeah? When was the last time you talked to her?”
5 years almost. Right before he went to carpentry school.
“Exactly.” “We lost a sister because you were a fucking asshole.” Sam crosses his arms. “And she probably wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t for that other dick.” His twin copies his gesture.
‘Does Roz have an ex?’ He wonders. She does not. The dick that Tom’s brothers are referring to is Rosalind’s father, who just got his mistress pregnant. Rosalind moved back to England to support her mother during the divorce.
“Look, mates,” Tom starts, “do you even know what happened between me and Roz?” It’s silent for a moment. “Exactly. So don’t assume that just because I used to like her, I’ll automatically still be in love with her. I’m not. Nor have I ever been!”
What Tom didn’t know was that Rosalind heard everything that just happened.
Instead of busting in on them, she just goes back downstairs and decides to text Sam that his dish was ready.
“Shit, my foods done,” he states, “let’s call this a wrap for now and follow up later.”
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The lot of them sit at the table eating the food Sam made.
Most if the conversation is made up by Tom’s parents and Rosalind’s mother. She compliments Sam on the food.
“Thank you so much, Holly. Roz made desert too, and it looks absolutely delicious. What’d you say it was?” Sam asks the girl.
“Lavender vanilla bean beignets.” She informs.
“My mouth is already watering with anticipation! That sounds lovely.” Tom’s father comments.
Roz has always been bashful when someone compliments her. Tom has always found it adorable… which is why he would compliment her any chance he had when they were teenagers.
“My friend’s mother taught me the recipe. She said it was a family recipe and I’m not allowed to tell anyone… so please don’t ask.” She jokes.
“Damn. That sucks. I was gonna ask for it.” Sam says.
Rosalind smiles lightly.
“So, Rosalind,” Nikki calls for the girl’s attention, “do you have any plans for tomorrow?”
“Moving into my new flat, meeting up with some old friends, and then I have a date.”
Holly’s mother peeps up, “be careful, darling. Unless you’re lucky enough to marry a Holland, men tend to disappoint.”
Holly doesn’t know about Roz and Tom. That they used to see each other after the sun went down, sneaking out of each other’s windows to mess around.
Holly was a nurse who usually worked nights and Rosalind’s father was just an idiot who didn’t notice Tom taking the condoms.
“Trust me Mum. I know.” Rosalind’s eyes shift up to Tom for less than a second but it’s enough for the other boys to notice. Harry kicks his shin.
“Actually, I should probably get going now. There’s a lot of stuff I need to unpack. And Cerberus is getting sleepy. But I do hope you all enjoy desert.” She politely gets up from the table.
Nikki clicks her tongue, “Oh, darling! I was so hoping you could stay so we could discuss our plans for Christmas! And Tom just got back from filming. It’d be so lovely if you’d stay.”
“Love, if it’s just unpacking I’m sure one of the boys could help you tomorrow.” Dom says.
It’s true. All four boys would be more than willing. But it would be far too soon for Roz to be ok with it.
“No no. It’s ok. I also have to figure out some choreo for some clients.”
“Well let me help you with your stuff.” Sam offers.
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“So what exactly is your new job?” He asks once they’re alone.
Rosalind clips Cerberus’s collar and leash, “I’m a new ballerina for the royal ballet company. And when there’s time, I choreograph for musicians.”
He nods and grabs an umbrella. “You might want this.”
She smiles at the nostalgia, “I can’t believe you’ve had this in your umbrella bin all this time! Thank you Sammy.”
“You know you’re still the only person who gets to call me that.” He laughs
“What? Not even your girlfriend?”
“That’s still pretty new.” He explains, “you would have met her tonight, but she had her own family thing.”
“Well I’d love to meet her.” Rosalind pulls the strap of her bag onto her shoulder before opening the door. “And thanks for setting me up on that date.” She calls out before patting her thigh for Cerberus to follow her. She waved one last time to the boy before leaving on her way.
Little did either of them know that Tom heard the entire conversation between them.
“What the hell, Sam!” He claps his brother on the back once Rosalind is out of eyesight and earshot.
Sam shrugs, “You know, for a guy who said he was never in love with her, you seem to care an awful lot. Maybe I should set you up with someone too.” With that, Sam walks back inside.
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swiftsrqmantic · 1 year
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late night talking | p.p.
pairing : peter parker x fem!reader
summary : you decide to do one of those infamous lyric tricks on peter, which totally works.
a/n : ok so clearly i don’t know how to write summaries 😭 and this is probably the shittest thing ever but i tried
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literally this was the first thing i have ever written nonetheless posted soooo i really hope someone likes it 😭
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spideyssunshine · 3 months
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please send me requests!!
i write for:
tom holland
mcu peter parker
harrison osterfield
harry holland
sam holland
lots of love, chris 💝
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babyparker13 · 2 months
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This is such a stretch but do any of my Holland fam girlies from 2020 remember an instagram acc called HarmonyHolland that used to post little fics because I swear I’m the only person that remembers it and I can’t find it anywhere, I neeeeeeed it back 😭
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heytherejulia · 2 years
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Happy birthday my love ~ Harry Holland
pairing: harry holland x reader
warnings: pregnancy and honestly nothing more
summary: you have another present for your boyfriend and you have no idea what's his reaction gonna be
word count: 1,4k
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It wasn’t another normal monday. It was not only valentine’s day, but also your boyfriend Harry and his twin Sam’s 23rd birthday. Harry was out of town on a press tour with Tom, so there wasn’t that much partying and celebrating besides facetime dinner with all of the Hollands, and you, and maybe a facetime date with Harry at night if you’ll get lucky.
You wanted to visit him, but your shitty boss didn’t give you your well deserved week off, so the best you could do was facetime call, and force Tom into giving Harry the gift you bought for him months ago.
It really bugged you that you couldn’t be with Harry on such a special day, but it was beyond your powers, so you decided to do anything you could to at least make his day good.
You called him first thing in the morning with wishes, and spent a few hours just talking and catching up on the last few days when you weren’t exactly able to talk that much because of Harry’s busy schedule.
‘I really wish I could be there with you, I’m sorry I didn’t make it babe.’
‘It’s not your fault love, we’re gonna make it up when I'm back.’
His smile wasn’t the brightest, but you still could see the sparkles in his eyes.
‘I really hope you’re gonna have fun with Tom today, and don’t forget about the facetime dinner with your family, your mum is really looking forward to that.’
‘Yeah, I remember, look I gotta go now, we’re gonna talk later right?’
‘Of course, have fun tonight. I love you.’
‘I know, I love you too. See you at dinner’
Before you could say anything the line went silent. Harry’s voice stayed with you for the whole day. Why did he say ‘see you at dinner’? Did he mean over the phone, or was it just a misspoke? Either way you spent your day helping Nikki with the dinner and getting ready. Harry wasn’t going to be there, but you still wanted to be dressed up for the occasion.
Right before the dinner you heard a doorbell. Everyone stopped in their tracks because you haven’t expected anyone else, besides Harrison and Grace, and Sam’s girlfriend, who were already at your place.
You went to the door with the feeling it’s just your neighbor who needed to borrow some sugar. You opened the door, and indeed saw your neighbor, Milly.
‘You need to borrow some more sugar right?’
She looked embarrassed. The thing about her was that she baked when her anxiety kicked in, and always forgot to buy extra pack of sugar or any other sweetener.
‘If you don’t mind’
‘No, of course not, let me just grab it real quickly.’
You came to the kitchen and saw the hope in everyone’s eyes. You felt terrible to crush it.
‘My neighbor needs some sugar.’
You saw the sadness filled the room.
‘Hey, maybe try to call them already, I’ll be back in a minute.’
Sam took his phone out, and you went towards the door.
‘Here’s the su-’
‘Hi darling.’
And here, outside of your door, stood not only Milly, but also Tom and your beloved boyfriend.
‘OH MY GOD’
You flung towards him and hugged him tightly.
‘You’re here, Harry! Oh, your family is going to be so happy. C’mon guys.’
You greeted Tom, and rushed them into the living room. You heard happy screams, and your heart swelled. Harry was home for his birthday with his family, it was all you wanted since the beginning. Your eyes filled with happy tears.
You handed Milly the pack.
‘Let me know if the cake turns out good.’
‘You got it. And have fun!’
When you entered the kitchen to finish cooking you sighed deeply. For some reason your mind went into panic mode. Your second present for Harry was still in your bottom drawer waiting for the right time, but now the closer it got, you were more nervous.
You heard footsteps and felt someone’s presence behind you. You turned around just to peeked at whoever came in.
‘Tom. Why aren’t you with your fam?’
‘Wanted to talk to you.’
‘Oh.’
‘Are you okay?’
‘Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just slightly nervous about the dinner.’
‘I’m not talking about this. You know what I mean. When do you want to tell him? When it’s out there?’
‘Cut it, Holland. It’s none of your business.’
‘Of course it is. It’s my brother and you’re like a sister to me. I’m just looking after you all’
‘I’m not ready, okay? It's a big thing, I don’t want to throw it on him on his birthday, especially now that he’s so stressed with work.’
‘Do you think that you really will find a better time? There’s no gonna be a perfect one. Just think about it.’
He squeezed your shoulder and came back to the living room. You finished at the kitchen, and brought all of the food to the table.
‘Come on, let’s eat.’
The dinner was really nice, talking, joking, telling stories about the twins when they were kids, catching up. You remained quiet most of the time enjoying the happiness of your loved ones. Yet, the closer it’s been getting to the moment you stay alone with Harry the more stressed you’ve become.
Around midnight all of your guests started to head out. You bid your farewell and went back inside to clean up a mess after the dinner. After a few minutes you heard Harry entering the kitchen. You were doing the dishes when he came behind you, and wrapped his hands around your tummy.
‘Hi darling.’
‘Hi.’
‘C’mon. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.’
‘I can’t, I need to clean this up.’
‘No no no no. WE can clean this up tomorrow after we spend our well deserved time together.’
‘Technically it’s already tomorrow, baby.’
‘Imma force you to come with me if you won’t do that voluntarily.’
He squeezed you harder and tried to lift you, but you stopped him.
‘Don’t do that.’
‘Why? What’s wrong?’
‘Nothing, just please don’t.’
‘Okay love. Can we go to bed now?’
You nodded and followed him into your room. You both got ready to bed, and got under the duvet. You were lying on your back, and Harry was on his side playing with your hair. There were a few minutes of silence between you two when he spoke up.
‘Is everything alright love? You’ve been quite distant today. Are you sure you’re okay?’
‘Yeah I just… I’ve got you a present.’
He smiled adorably at you.
‘You know you didn’t have to, right?’
‘I do, but you mean so much to me and deserve a world. Happy birthday and I love you.’
‘I love you too. C'mere.’
He sat you on his lap while opening the box. It was just a camera equipment you knew he wanted, and you saw the pure adoration in his eyes when he looked up at you.
‘Thank you, my love.’
He leaned in, and kissed you gently, but soon the kiss started to be way more passionate. His hands roamed around your body settling them on your waist under your (his) shirt. You pushed his lips out of your neck. He looked at you with concern.
‘I’ve got something else for you.’
You reached for a small box in your drawer, and handed it to him.
‘What’s that?’
‘Just open it.’
‘Is this real or is this just a prank?’
He did as you told, and opened the box. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His face was blank and you couldn’t read any emotions which made you even more nervous.
‘It’s real.’
Silence.
‘Look if you don’t want this you don’t have to stick around, I know it’s shitty timing but I figured at least you deserve to know.’
Silence.
You were terrified. You’d rather prefer him to get mad, and yell at you than the silence, and uncertainty what next.
‘Y/N’
You looked at him.
‘I want this. With you. I love you and I’m not giving up on neither of you.’
Your eyes filled with tears.
‘Hey don’t cry baby. It’s okay, come here.’
He held you close while you silently talked about your pregnancy. Some time after you both lied down, Harry spooned you, and kept his hand on your still flat stomach.
‘I’m scared Harry.’
‘I know. I’m scared too. But it’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Seriously, we’ll be fine. Get some sleep sweetheart, it’s been one hell of a day huh?’
‘Yeah. Good night baby.’
He kissed the back of your head.
‘Night love’
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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blueberry muffin (t.h)
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tom holland x reader
summary: tom takes care of you when he worries about you forgetting to eat
a/n: i clearly don't know how to come up with a good fic name lmao. this is based off a situation i found myself in not that long ago (unfortunately tom wasn’t there to help me… *sigh*)
warnings: deals with important topics such as body image issues and not eating - please look after yourself if this could be triggering! ily <3 mentions of being sick (motion sickness) mentions of negative body image, forgetting to eat etc. also lots of fluff and pep talking from the boys
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“Love, no offence but who doesn’t like the beach?” asks Tom in disbelief, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look over at you in the passenger side. 
“You don’t like the beach?” asks a shocked Harrison from where he’s squished up in the backseat with Harry and Tuwaine. Being the girlfriend of the driver does have its perks, including a surplus of legroom in the comfort of the front seat. 
“It’s not that I don’t like the beach, it’s just that I don’t always feel the need to lay around feeling completely exposed and getting sunburnt before taking a dip in this giant cold, salty bath where all the fish do their business and something will probably nibble on my feet,” you explain. “Plus, no offence but your beaches here are kinda suck.” you add, grimacing at the gasps from the outraged boys in the car with you who clearly ignored your ‘no offence’ free speech disclaimer. 
“You take that back, Y/N Y/L/N,” grumbles Harry. 
You shrug, flipping him the finger. 
“It’s a free country, Baz.”
“Well,” says Tuwaine, always looking to mediate the situation. “In your own words from a few months ago Y/N, there are ‘precisely 3.5 days of enjoyable weather in this country’, so we are making the most of this one by going to the beach while it’s not too hot and not too cold, alright?”
Twenty minutes later, Tom notices you’ve zoned out of the boys’ conversation and rests his free hand gently on your thigh to get your attention. 
“You okay love?” he asks. “You’ve gone kinda quiet.”
You swallow, not moving your eyes from staring straight ahead while you fiddle with the string of your bikini top underneath the T-shirt of Tom’s that you’d pulled on as a cover-up. 
“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little carsick, is all.”
“Do you want me to pull over?” he asks, concern immediately coating his features as he glances at you. 
“Woah, you’re looking kinda pale there Y/N,” adds Harrison. “If you get sick I’ll get sick. And I am very cosied up here in between these guys. Just saying.” he eyes Harry and Tuwaine threateningly who both inch away from him slightly. 
“I’m fine,” you insist as Tom opens your window slightly. 
“Are you sure you’re not sick?” he insists. “You never get carsick, even when you and I were giving Paddy a driving lesson and he kept stopping and starting every two seconds.”
“Did you eat something bad for dinner last night?” wonders Tuwaine. 
“We all had the exact same thing for dinner last night and you cooked it, you div.” says Harry. “If it was food poisoning we’d all have it.”
“For breakfast then?” says Tuwaine, rolling his eyes at the redhead. 
You shake your head. 
“No, I forgot to have breakfast this morning.” you admit. 
“Y/N!” groans Tom. “How many times do I have to remind you? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
You nod apologetically, placing your hand on top of his where it rests on your thigh. 
“I know, but I was rushing around trying to get ready for the day, and then I lost my swimsuit, and then I had to help Harry find his which took around seven years because who the hell leaves their swim shorts in the bookcase? And then I was busy making my travel coffee and then you guys were all yelling that we had to go and I wasn’t going to play into the stereotype of the girl roommate who takes way longer to get ready than the guys so I just kinda…forgot.” 
Tom sighs. 
“I really worry about you when you forget to eat, darling.” he says. “You’ve had two coffees and no food-” he uses his free hand to pick up your travel cup of coffee from the cupholder and sighs when he feels how light it is. “-three coffees and no food! That’s not healthy.” 
He suddenly pulls off of the main road and into the queue for the Starbucks drive-through. 
“Tom, what are you doing?” you ask. “We’re meant to be going to the beach and it’s already like 11.30AM.”
“We aren’t going anywhere until we get you some breakfast, baby.” he says firmly, pulling up to the order kiosk. 
“Hi, can I get a ham and swiss croissant, please?” he asks. “oh, and a blueberry muffin.” he adds, remembering your favourite. 
“Quackson,” laughs Tuwaine and Harrison, quietly mocking Tom. 
“Tom, no!” you hiss. “You don’t need to do that, I told you. I. Am. Fine!”
“Bro buy me a snack too eh?” asks Harry, leaning forwards to stick his head between the front seats. “I could use a Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino right about now.” 
“Ham and swiss croissant, blueberry muffin, will that be all?” asks the worker. 
Tom huffs and turns around in his seat, glaring at his brother. 
“Have you had breakfast this morning?” he asks.
“Well, yeah-” sighs Harry. “But-”
Tom turns around to the front again, smiling at the worker. 
“Yes that’ll be all, thanks.”
Tom hands you your food and you thank him quietly but make no move to start eating. He sighs and pulls the car into a parking space, putting it in park and turning sideways to face you. 
“Darling, what is going on with you today?” he asks. 
You sigh, looking down at your lap and he gently cups your chin, bringing your gaze up to him. 
“It sounds so stupid,” you sigh, going pink. 
“Hey, none of that.” coos Tom. “You can tell me anything.”
You swallow before answering, unable to meet his eyes. 
“I just, I didn’t want to look bloated or anything in my swimsuit.” you mutter. “I know it’s a pointless thing to worry about, but I just can’t help it,” 
Tom doesn’t say anything but reaches out to hold your hands in his own, gently stroking his thumbs against the back of your hands as he allows you to finish. 
“I’ll be fine and then someone will recognize you, and they’ll take a picture, and I’ll not be able to see anything else for weeks and I’ll feel terrible about myself and people will ask why you’re even with me and- and-”
Tom senses you working yourself into a state and cuts you off with a gentle kiss. 
“Y/N, I want you to look at me.” he says. “I mean it, look at me please.” 
You shyly look across, seeing only concern and love in his dark eyes. 
“I know that you maybe can’t always see it, but I need you to know how gorgeous you are.” he begins. “And if you don’t know that, I’ll always be here to tell you. You’re gorgeous, kind, funny, smart and caring. Anyone who meets you knows that, and anyone who’s gonna tell you any different isn’t worth the time of day, okay? You’re my absolute world and I need you to take care of yourself. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. And on days where you can’t, that’s why I’m here to help you, alright my love?” he says, pulling you into his chest. 
“He’s right, you know,” adds Tuwaine. “You’re the hottest one in this car.” 
“Hottest one in this city,” says Harrison, poking you in the arm.  
“Watch it, that’s my girl you’re talking about,” says Tom, pretending to be mad. 
You lean into his touch, savouring the love that radiates off of him. As you pull back and he pulls out of the parking spot and back onto the main road, you open the bag and pull out the muffin, taking a large bite and relishing the sweet taste.
“Can’t believe you’ll buy her food and not your own flesh and blood,” whines Harry, not giving up. “At least give us a munch, Y/N?”
You roll your eyes, pulling off a chunk of muffin and handing it to Harry behind you. 
“Happy now?”
He nods thankfully, stuffing it into his mouth and you turn towards Tom. 
“Thank you, Tommy,” you say appreciatively. 
He once again takes his free hand off the steering wheel and grips yours in his own. 
“Nothing to thank me for, darling. I know you’d do the same for me.”
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a/n: i never know how to end fics skljsdsksjk. tysm for reading! your reblogs and comments are always super appreciated <3
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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years
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The Bet
A Harry Hollland mini series
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Pairing: Frat!Harry X reader
Synopsis:
Harry can be a cocky asshole, everyone knows that. So what happens when Tom bets him he can't make someone of his choosing fall in love with him?
Obviously Harry is not one to back down from a challenge, that is... Until he meets you.
Damaged from a past relationship and not looking for anything, you agree to be Harry's friend, but things quickly start to spiral until they are out of control.
it was simple. Make you fall in love with him. What harry didn't expect was everything else.
And what he definitely didn't expect was how hard the fallout would be.
Getting you to fall in love with him? That was the hard part.
Falling in love with you? That was the easy part.
Cleaning up the aftermath? That was the worst part.
Getting his happy ending? That was the best part.
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Part 1 (6.2k) the game begins
Part 2 (3.9k) when players fall
Part 3 (3.3k) the beat down
Part 4 (4.1k) let the peices fall where they may.
Part 5 (2.9k) hook, line, and sinker
Part 6 (TBD)
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