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highontomholland · 3 years

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I'd do it all again. (ch.1)

I'd do it all again. Chapter 1 Summary: Tom Holland one of the many frat boys out there, and you are his little secret. He has a “reputation” to keep up and you apparently don’t look too good next to his side, so he keeps you in the back of his pocket. Type: Angsttttt Inspired by: Reading a bunchhhhhh of frat boy!tom one shots... oops haha Pairing: Frat boy!Tom x Fem!Reader Some mentions that the reader does: -Put on makeup -Does hair -Wearing tight/showy clothes -Drinking -Partying Word count: 2.2k “Y/N you have to come to Harrison’s party with me tonight!” My roommate Paisley literally yelled in my face as I was trying to take a nap. “P, I have no interest in going to some-” She cut me off right before I could finish. “Your little fuck buddy Tom Holland is gonna be thereeee… Plus we’re on break.” She said in a little sing-song tune. Fuck she knows me so well I thought.

Tom Holland and I weren’t exclusive, nor were we in an “official” relationship. It was kind of a lowkey thing. We’re just taking our time. Well maybe he’s taking his time, I honestly don’t know… It’s complicated. But only Paisley knew about Tom and I. She smirked at me which made me laugh. “You promise you won’t leave my side like last time.” I looked at her and gave her a little death stare. “I promise! I promise! I promise!” She hugged me tightly and pulled me out of bed to go and help me do my hair and makeup. As Paisley and I were putting on our makeup, she couldn’t help but ask some questions about my “relationship” with Tom. “Does he spoil you with a lot of gifts?” “Is the sex good?” “How did you pull Tom Holland? You know Y/N/N we’ve been roommates since freshman year and I still don’t even know half of your life.” P was right… How did I pull Tom Holland? I wasn’t even like any of his ex girlfriends… Tom did tell me about them though, and they’re all the same. They all made a name for themselves, like to drink and party, social media’s definition of “gorgeous”, daddy’s money, and most importantly they pulled Tom Holland. Just like me. So how the hell did I pull someone like him when I’m nothing like his exs. “Y/N?” Paisley snapped me out of my thoughts. “Sorry P, I was just thinking… Um can you do that little bubble braid you did on me not too long ago?” I looked at her with puppy eyes. “Yes! Can I curl the ends of your hair too?” She asked. “Do whatever you want, just make me look good.” I said, I trusted P for almost my whole life. She’s crazy good at everything: dressing up, doing hair, making drinks… etc. Thirty minutes P and I were done with both of our hair and makeup. “The theme’s twinning Tuesday, is it okay if we wear hot pink?” P said while looking through her closet. “Whatever you want to do, I’m down for anything… Wait, how did you find out about this party, and the invite? Why didn’t Tom invite me?” I asked Paisley as she was going through both of our closest for a cute and similar outfit. “I don’t know, ask him when you get to the party. Here put this on.” She threw me a hot pink cropped tank and skirt that was a matching set. I quickly went into the restroom and changed into the outfit and asked Paisley if she was ready to see the outfit. And we both couldn’t help but laugh and scream together. P was wearing a hot pink bralette with shorts, she then went over to her dresser, put on a pair of pink sunglasses, and gave me a pair of pink sunglasses identical to hers… to top it off. “Are you ready to get fucked up tonight?” She nudged me as she quickly slipped on her shoes and grabbed our room key. “Unless I have to babysit you.” I said as I slipped on my shoes as well, we both laughed and walked to the party. When we got there you could hear the music blasting, red solo cups in people’s hands, everyone matching, and bottles everywhere. “Paisley! You came, I thought you wouldn’t come!” I was guessing it was Harrison? He went up and hugged her, talking/ yelling over the music... plus this was his party. “Harrison! This is Y/N, this is Tom’s girl!” Paisley yelled over the music. “No way Y/F/N Y/L/N, you’re Tom’s little fuck buddy?” Harrison looked at me up and down. I knew Harrison from History class, we worked together but I didn’t know Tom and him knew each other. “Um I guess, has he mentioned me before?” I questioned. “No, never. He’s just told all of us he’s been seeing someone.” Harrison told me. I was confused as hell. Tom has told me that his friends knew about me. That he told them about us. What the fuck… Harisson must’ve saw the disapointment on my face because he then told me to “Fuck Tom” and “Go have fun” and showed us the direction of where the drinks were. “Y/N/N, are you okay? I know you said you and Tom weren’t anything official, but I know how much you like him… And you know what literally fuck Tom, what Harrison said! Also how did you know Harrison, why don’t you tell me anything.” Paisley was rambling while I couldn’t wrap around the fact that I’ve

been with Tom for three months and he has never told his friends about us. “Take a shot with me.” I interrupted her. “That’s my girl!” Paisley poured her and I a shot of whatever there was and we cheered to have a good night. Paisley and I were talking about something random when these two guys from the frat who were hosting the party came up to P and I and asked us if we wanted to dance, of course we did. The guy Paisley was dancing with was Brandon Hiker, football team member of this fraternity, and one of the top students in our class. On the other hand I didn’t know who the hell I was dancing with. He was tall, taller than me, hazel eyes, brown hair, muscular, and he was matching with Brandon Hiker. “I’m sorry your name is?” I asked him over the loud music as we were dancing. “Daniel Case! And you?” He laughed over the fact that we were yelling over the music which made me laugh. “Y/N L/N! I’ve never seen you before!” I said. “Do you go out to the football games?!” He asked me. “Yeah of course, that’s how I know your buddy Brandon!” “I’m number #5, on the team!” He replied. How was I supposed to know who this guy was on the football team. There are so many numbers and he just adds- Then I was snapped out of my thoughts. #5 was the QB of the football team, also team captain, and also a year older than me, P, and Brandon. We were Juniors in college. “Ohhhh, I am so sorry! I didn’t recognize you at first!” I laughed. “It’s fine, do you and your friend want to go play some beer pong? Losers take a hardcore shot of winners choice.” He smirked at me as if I was going to say no to his offer. “It’s on.” I tapped P and Brandon on their shoulders and mentioned to come outside so we could play some beer pong, and told them the deal I made with Daniel. As we were walking to one of the many beer pong tables outside I noticed a familiar face playing with girls all around him. Of course Tom Holland. Him and Harrison were playing together vs these girls. I watched as he slung an arm around one of the girls beside him, watching and he tapped a finger to his cheek probably for “good luck” she did what he asked for, shot the ball, and made the cup. All the girls cheered for him and Harrison gave him a high five. He then looked in my direction where we started to set up our cups. His happy grin turned into a subtle one, tapped Harrison, and pointed in our direction. This was my time if he could go and act like I meant nothing to him, I could do the exact same thing. I saw from the corner of my eye that he started walking towards our table. “Daniel, maybe we should team up Paisley and your friend look too busy chatting it up.” I told him. “So you want to be on the winning team, huh?” He questioned me. “What no I just think that-” “Fine, you can be on MY team, but reminder… I never told you I was good.” He said and laughed, I couldn’t help but laugh at how contagious his smile and laugh was. Kind of reminded me of Tom. Finally Tom approached our table and said hi to everyone. P caught my eye from across the pop up table and made a throwing up expression which made me laugh. “Y/N it’s nice to see you.” Tom said and smiled. “Thanks, care to watch our game?” I asked him, a little snarky. “Sure why not.” He had a beer in his hand, hair slicked but still poofy enough, Our game lasted a good five minutes until Paisley and Brandon had one cup and Daniel and I had one cup. At this point there was a crowd around us wanting to see who the losers would be. It was Paisley’s turn; she gave the ball a quick kiss, flicked it, and it went. Everyone screamed and cheered for them. Daniel and I looked at each other scared but also confidently. “Daniel.” I said to get his attention, and I knew everyone was looking at us so I put a finger to my cheek and tapped it. “Good luck kiss?” I said and smirked a little. Daniel cupped my face with one of his hands and gave me a kiss on the lips. Everyone cheered and screamed, I felt my jaw drop but I played it cool. I also knew Tom saw that shit. He then whispered in my ear “Don’t miss

this Y’N.” As I flicked the ball, it hit the edge of the cup and fell off, and hit the ground. Everyone awed and was looking at Daniel to see if he’ll make his. He flicked his ball and it hit the rim of the cup, and also fell off. Everyone awed for Daniel and I but also cheered for Paisley and Brandon. I was clapping for them and I could see Tom’s mood change. People slowly started leaving, but there was still a crowd around us, waiting to see Daniel and I take the shot. While P and Brandon went to go get some shot glasses and their liquor of choice. I turned to Daniel and whispered a quick “I’m sorry.” and gave him a pouty face. He pulled me into a hug and said “It’s okay.” And we both laughed. Paisley and Brandon came back with the liquor, shot glasses, and chaser for Daniel and I. They poured the shot for Daniel and I and before we were about to take it Daniel stopped me and said “Interlock our arm and take it.” I shook my head yes, interlocked our arm and took the shot. Everyone was cheering for us as Daniel and I shook our heads from the disgusting, fiery taste of the alcohol. Hours later I’ve probably taken around five shots, I was starting to feel tipsy. I was dancing around Daniel and our friends. Paisley never left my side like she promised. I told Daniel I was going to go get a water bottle so I won’t have a bad hangover tomorrow and that I'll be right back. As I was reaching into the bucket cooler I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and it was Tom. “What do you want, Tom?” I sassed at him. “Y/N, can we talk please? In a quiet place?” He asked. “Why?” I questioned him. “Do you really want to be seen with me at the moment! Cause you might be too embarrassed to want to tell people that we were seeing each other! Oh yeah and lets not forget the fact that you literally had someone kiss your cheek, when you damn well know what we are! I don’t even know what the fuck we are Thomas!” I was yelling at this point. Thank goodness we were in the corner of the kitchen, so it didn’t draw a lot of attention. “Y/N Daniel kissed you on the lips! Why are you upset over the fact that some girl kissed me?!” He asked me, trying not to yell but he had too because of the loud ass music. “You think I asked him to kiss me on the lips?! I asked for a kiss on the cheek! He kissed me on the lips, those are two different things!” I told him. “You could’ve told him that you were seeing someone!” “And then what, he asks me ‘who’ then I tell him what? Because Obviously you are too embarrassed to be seen with me or even tell your friends about me. Yeah Harisson told me that you’ve never told your little frat friends about me. That’s fucked up.” My voice got quieter at the end, and those shots were kicking in. “Y/N please don’t take this the wrong way. I never wanted to hurt you.” Tom said while trying to hug me. “Well too fucking bad Thomas, you already did. I should’ve fucking known the minuete you didn’t want to ask me to be your girlfriend and make it ‘official’.” I said as my eyes were getting teary eyed. I grabbed the water and quickly left Tom and went back to Daniel. Hey guys, I'm so sorry I haven't been posting a lot :( I've been so packed and writing one-shots haven't been one of my top priorities. I hope you all can understand. I'm currently writing this fan fiction for you guys. It won't be long, maybe a few chapters and if I'm honest... I was not expecting this to be 2.2k words long... If I didn't decide last minute to make this one-shot into multiple chapters then it would've been wayyyy more. I hope you all enjoy this little mini series as much as I loved creating it! -HighonTomHolland.

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mrs-hollandstan · 2 years

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Gonna send a few halloween ideas! Feel free to throw out any you dont like! I just love Halloween 🥰 werewolf!haz trying not to give away his secret but he planned a date with you forgetting it was a full moon that night?

So cuteeeee. I imagine the Twilight werewolves lol

Harrison picks you up, leaning against his car as the sun starts to set. His smile splits his face,

"You look gorgeous." He murmurs. You shrug,

"Thank you but… I look fine." He leans in to kiss your cheek before he's opening the car door for you, letting you duck inside.

The ride to the carnival is short and Harrison takes your hand, leading you around the grounds. You ride all of the rides, he gets you a funnel cake to share and some cotton candy, and he even wastes money to buy you a stuffed bear the size of your torso which you snuggle against. Harrison laughsat you, but there's something about the way he acts, his head suddenly tilted up to the sky,

"What's the matter?" You ask him. He shakes his head,

"N-nothing uhm… I just… I hate to do this but I think I have to go."

"What?! Why?" You pose, holding your stuffed animal close to your chest, "is it something I did?"

"Oh no love… no you were great. I just… I uhm… I remembered something just now and I… I'm gonna have to cut this date short." The look on your face breaks Harrison's heart, "I'm so so sorry, I forgot about something very important and if you can forgive me, I promise you I'll make it up to you." He takes your hands and squeezes, leading you out to the parking lot after you nod. Once you reach his car, he hisses, doubling over,

"What? What's the matter?"

"You should go." He tells you, pained grimace on his face,

"Harrison, tell me what's going on."

"I can't… I can't hurt you."

"You won't."

"Yes I will. Y/N, take my car and go." He growls before he's turning, sprinting off into the wooded area set around the carnival. You weigh your options. You could go home, question him later, or you could confront him now. You choose the latter, following the rushed steps in the dirt. When you finally come to a clearing, Harrison has collapsed to his knees,

"Haz…" He spins, and that's when you see the glow to his baby blues, his features starting to distort, "What's… wrong?" You ask,

"You shouldn't be here-"

"No, you can't brush me aside. Tell me what's wrong with you." You tell him, voice raised, "how am I supposed to trust you if you won't tell me what's wrong?" He whimpers, holding his stomach,

"I don't wanna hurt you." You stare down at him,

"I'm not afraid of you." You tell him. He stares up at you for a moment before he's squeaking, crumpling in on himself.

You hold your breath as he growls and it grows deep and guttural, his bones snapping as they extend and with one jolt, a beautiful golden wolf stands towering over you, snarling as he watches you. You hold up a hand,

"Its okay… it's okay Haz. It's just me." You watch him back off a little, hunkering down before he sniffs the air, treading closer until he turns his huge snout into your palm. You rub up over his head,

"Pretty boy in human and… wolf form then huh?" You coo. He huffs, sitting on the ground to be closer to your height. You scratch between his tall ears,

"So this is your very important errand then huh? Forgot about the full moon?" He blinks, staring down at you until you sit between his front and back legs. He curls himself around your body, huge head rested in your lap which you continue to stroke,

"At least I don't have to worry about freezing to death out here now that I refuse to leave until you change back. And to think that my roommates thought I'd be sleeping with you tonight. This is about the same thing right?" You pose. He chuffs, nuzzling into your palm.

The two of you sit there all through the night, you pointing out constellations and telling him random stories. He whines and huffs in response, bright blue eyes cast to yours. You smile down at him, watching as the sun rises and his fur glistens, the gold caught in the light. He stands, watching as you lay on the ground beneath you, watching him stretch. Once the sun has fully risen, he reverts back to his human self, knelt over you, and your hand reaches up to brush over his cheek softly,

"You really did stay." He murmurs. You smile,

"Of course." Leaning in, he kisses you softly. You caress his jaw until he pulls back,

"Sorry… I never asked."

"I spent all night with you as a huge ass dog and now you're crouched over me naked. I think the least of my worries is you not asking to kiss me." You pose. He scrambles up, finding the most effective of his shredded clothing to cover himself with,

"Uhmmm… it's just… I wasn't trying anything they just… rip." You nod, standing and brushing your dress off,

"I know." Taking his jacket from your shoulders you hand it to him, letting him wrap it around his waist, "I'm not afraid of you by the way. You're beautiful." You tell him. He glances up, pursing his lips after a moment,

"Yeah… I've killed people in that form. So beautiful."

"Hey, you protected me and that's all that matters. I was warm all bundled up in you all night." You tell him, reaching up to brush a thumb across his cheekbone. He stares down at you, eyes sparkling,

"I don't think I could… ever hurt you." He tells you softly. Moving forward, you lean up and kiss him again, hands smoothing over his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss for just a moment before he's pulling back and stroking down your hair,

"I'll never hurt you." He murmurs. You nod,

"And I'll never hurt you." You confirm. He gives you one more quick peck before he's taking your hand,

"C'mon. Let's find me some clothes and I'll take you on a proper date." He tells you. Wrapping your arms around his, you snuggle into his side, feeling more safe than ever.

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myjegulusromance · 3 years

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Spidys mad skillz

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, swearing

“Morning princess” Tom said as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek to wake her, “Unfortunately love I have to go on set today for some last minute scenes hope to see you on my break” “But Tom I want cuddles” she cried “I’m sorry love” she sighed as he placed a last few calm kisses over her tight squirmy body. “Darling you made it” the director said, “Toms been very off on set today” “He's probably just tense” Y/N replied with a grin. “Thank god you came princess ugh that yellow dress your wearing is so sexy” Tom whispered sexually as he pulled Y/N to the closest dressing room and locked the door behind him...

“Tom” she squealed as he grabbed her hips and pulled her panties down “so wet for me little slut” Tom grinned as he started to place hickeys leading down to her wetness to start licking her. “Oo yes tom” Y/N squealed as Tom placed his dick at her entrance making her squirm as he bit her neck he began thrusting. Tom’s thrusts became slow and sloppy they're heads clashed together he pulled out leaving a slimy goo on her he finished cleaner her up and left for set “oh also love i left you a little gift basket on the kitchen bench” he left she a wide grin on his face she rushed home to find the basket containing a gift card to bras and things the netflix remote and a purple vibrator she giggled to herself but unfortunately she had one of her best mates coming over so she had to wait. “hey beautiful” her best friend kate walked in and saw the gift basket right away “whos this from tom? im guessing” “well yes i don't know what toms tryna hint exactly but i get to spend money and pleasure myself im happy” eventually kate left and Y/n went straight to her glass bedroom and started to pleasure herself as she thought of tom all the sudden tom came home and he opened the door to hear her moans loud and clear and dropped all of his clothes and walked into the bedroom “does that do a better job then me dear?” “i don't know at this point!” “well how about we put it to the test” he said with a wide grin...

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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years

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Missing Link

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Tom can’t find you during the quarantine and the boys are no help. Also, Tom has chickens if you didn’t know

A/n: got this idea from a prank on youtube. Thank you to all that helped me with the plagiarism thing yesterday! Lots of love. Stay safe and healthy ❤️

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“Hey, guys. I’m just gonna take out the trash.” You held the trash bag up a little as you alerted the four boys in the living room as to what you were doing. Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine did not look up from the video game they were playing, but Tom gave you a gentle smile and reached for your hand.

“Okay, Princess.” He squeezed your hand before returning to his game as you walked out of the house.

“Damn.” Harry mumbled once you left.

“What?” Tuwaine asked, neither of them taking their eyes off the video game.

“She said she was taking out the trash.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah, and?” Tom asked, gripping the controller angrily when he lost.

“She forgot Harrison.” Harry sighed.

“This is why people say Sam is the cute twin.” Harrison grumbled.

“Die.” Harry deadpanned as he focused on the game. Tom and Tuwaine exchanged looks as Harrison gave Harry the side eye.

An hour later, the boys were growing listless with their game. Harrison put his controller down and rubbed his aching eyes.

“Alright, I’m starving. Let’s eat.” He rubbed his hands together and walked into the kitchen.

“Me too, mate.” Tuwaine tossed his controller onto the couch and joined Harrison in the kitchen.

“Let me get Y/n and we’ll have some lunch.” Tom said as he walked into the bedroom where he assumed you’d be.

“Are you hungry, baby doll?” He asked, frowning when he didn’t see you in there. He walked to the connected bathroom, but the door was wide open and you weren’t inside. Confused as to where else you would be, he checked the rooms one by one, starting his Harrison’s and ending with Tuwaine’s. When you didn’t show up in any of them, he began to get worried. He went down to the basement and yelled down the stairs.

“Y/n?” He called your name and got no answer. “Hello?”

He went down the steps and looked all around the room, but you weren’t there either. He stopped for a moment to scratch his head. He knew you weren’t in the kitchen or common area because that’s where he had been. And he knew you weren’t in the bedrooms because he had just checked them. The house wasn’t big enough for you to not hear him calling your name, and he feared that meant you weren’t inside.

Tom padded back to the kitchen where the other three boys were eating various forms of lunch.

“Guys, where’s Y/n?” Tom asked as he reached the kitchen counter. All he received as a response was a series of shrugs.

“I don’t know. Haven’t seen her.” Harry said as he put the finishing touches on his sandwich.

“I haven’t seen her either.” Tuwaine added, stealing half of Harry’s sandwich.

“I thought she was taking out the trash?” Harrison recalled.

“Yeah, that was over an hour ago.” Tom began to worry even more. He’d been so caught up in the game, he didn’t even realize you never came back into the house. The common area was in the middle of the front and back door. He would’ve heard or seen you had you come back inside.

“Maybe the chickens ate her.” Harrison shrugged as he took a bite of his food. Tom snapped out of his worried state to glare at Harrison.

“Don’t be a div, Haz. Chickens don’t eat people.” Tom snapped, growing frustrated as none of the boys took the situation seriously. He leaned back on the kitchen counter and stretched, blowing out a nervous breath.

“These are weird times, man.” Harrison defended. “Don’t you think they get tired of corn and seeds sometimes?”

Harry nodded along as if Harrison said something of substance, stopping when Tom shot him a look.

“No I don’t, because they have brains the size of walnut. And apparently, so do you.” Tom huffed. He ran his fingers through his hair and gave it a stressful tug.

“Let’s not turn on each other, guys.” Harry warned as he sensed tension rising.

“He’s right. It’s what the chickens want.” Tuwaine said knowingly and Tom gave him a long, angry glare.

“I’m leaving.” He declared as the boys snickered amongst themselves. He stormed into your shared bedroom and looked around again, hoping to find this there this time.

“Princess?” Tom called as he looked behind the door. “Are you in here?”

He sighed in defeat when he didn’t find you once again. He went through the same routine of checking Harry’s room, then Harrison’s, then Tuwaine’s.

“Y/n? Where are you?” Tom called, his voice echoing off the walls. When he got no reply, he impatiently licked his lips and took out his phone. He called you, sighing angrily when he got no answer. He tapped his foot as he waited to leave a message.

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. I’m worried about you. Please give me a ring when you get this. I love you, bye.” He left you a voicemail, trying to keep his voice calm as he spoke to you. He put his phone back in his pocket and returned to the kitchen, empty handed.

“She’s not here. I checked all the rooms in the house. She’s just not here.” Tom said in exasperation. He had no idea how he managed to lose you during a nationwide lockdown.

“Relax, mate. She’s probably went on a walk.” Harrison offered some helpful insight.

“But we always go on our walks together.” Tom whined like a child.

“Or maybe she just needed some alone time.” Harry suggested. “The poor girl is trapped in this house with four boys and nowhere to go. She probably needed some air.”

“I saw her talking to a lady bug the other day just for some female interaction.” Tuwaine commented.

“Okay. You’re probably right.” Tom decided to believe in the best case scenario. “She’s just on a walk.”

All the boys, including Tom, nodded in a agreement that you were just on a walk. After a beat of silence, Tom let out a whine.

“How long is this walk!” He exclaimed. The boys exchanged looks as Tom pulled out his phone.

“Hi angel. It’s me again.” He let out a shaky breath. “I’m scared somethings happened to you. Please ring me as soon as you get this. I miss you. Bye.”

He stared at his phone for a minute, hoping your name would light up on his screen. When it didn’t, he sighed sadly and put it away.

“Guys, I’m really worried now. I haven’t seen Y/n in three hours.” He licked his lips again, his mouth feeling dry with fear.

“Relax, Tom. She’s gotta be somewhere around here. She legally has to be.” Harry insisted.

“I’ve checked every room in the house. Twice! Where the hell did she go?” He asked in exasperation. He looked to the boys for answer but they had nothing to give him.

“Maybe every time you come into the room, she leaves it swiftly and quietly.” Harrison moved his hand like he was painting a picture.

“Like a gentle breeze.” Tuwaine whispered right in Toms ear, who flinched away.

“Why would she do that?” Tom asked in confusion.

“To avoid you.” Harry shrugged as he sipped his tea.

“Maybe she’s playing Hide and Seek.” Harrison pointed at Tom like he had a brilliant revelation.

“Or tag.” Tuwaine added.

“Why would she start a game of Hide and Seek without telling me?” Tom groaned at their incompetence.

“Or tag.” Tuwaine repeated.

“Did she expect me to just assume we were playing?” Tom asked, half humoring their ridiculous theories.

“Yes. You’ve never playing Surprise Hide and Seek with someone?” Harrison scoffed at Tom. Tom looked at his friend like he was crazy.

“Whats Surprise Hide and Seek?” Harry piped up. Tom felt the real issue slipping away from the conversation.

“It’s like regular Hide and Seek but it’s a surprise because you didn’t know you were playing it.” Harrison explained and Tom gripped the countertop in frustration.

“I highly doubt Y/n is playing Surprise Hide and Seek.” He said through a fake smile.

“Well we still have the chicken theory.” Harrison reminded the boys. Harry and Tuwaine nodded as Tom gave them a searing glare.

“We do not have the chicken theory! Chickens do not eat people! For Christ’s sake.” Tom slapped the countertop.

“We don’t know that Tom! We don’t know anything about chickens.” Harrison exclaimed. “Maybe the chickens saw you eating chicken and decided to get revenge. You named the chicken Predator, and now it ate your girlfriend. That’s on you!”

“I didn’t name the chicken Predator!” Tom shouted back.

“That was me.” Tuwaine raised his hand. “And leave Predator out of this. If he killed Y/n, it’s because he caught her slipping.”

“Have you all lost your minds?” Tom yelled at the bunch.

“Yes.” They said in unison. Tom was dumbfounded at this and seemed to space out. The boys stared at him in confusion as he stared off. Harry waved a hand in front of Toms face, and he didn’t blink.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked nervously.

“I’m counting to 10 in my head.” Tom stated catatonically. “Whew. Okay. I’m calm. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my girlfriend.” He spun on his heel but didn’t even get a step forward when he heard Harrison’s voice.

“Might want to check the chicken co-“ Harrison stopped his sentence when he saw the crazed look in Toms eyes.

“Finish that sentence.” Tom dared him.

“I don’t want to.” Harrison mumbled in fear.

“But I’m asking you to. Finish that sentence. Don’t be shy.” Tom said again, staring Harrison down. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, the tension building.

“Might want to check the chicken coop.” Harrison said quickly.

“I’ll kill you.” Tom lunged forward but Harry and Tuwaine held him back. Tom relaxed and fixed his shirt, clearing his throat as he nodded to the boys to signal that he was ready to behave.

“I’m just scared, guys.” Tom sighed as his frustration turned into sadness. “And none of you are taking this seriously! Something could’ve happened to her. She could be hurt or lost or scared.”

“Or on a walk.” Harry tried to reason with his brother as he got back on the couch to play video games.

“What if she’s not?” Tom protested. “What if someone took her?”

“Have you tried calling her?” Tuwaine asked.

“No Tuwaine. I sent her a letter asking where she was. I sent it to her via a carrying pigeon. We’ll have an answer in 3 to 5 business days.” Tom snapped in sarcasm. Tuwaine held his hands up in defense and Tom immediately felt bad.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap, I’m just worried about her. I’ll give her another call.” Tom said as he pulled out his phone to ring you. He got your voicemail again and sighed. “Y/n, baby, please ring me back. I’m dying here. I need to see you and make sure you’re all right. Ring me, please.”

Harrison and Tuwaine gave him sympathetic looks, finally grasping how worried he was. Tom shook his head and took a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“Harry?” Tom asked quietly.

“Yes?” Harry turned his attention to his brother.

“I think I’m single now.” Tom sighed.

“I’m sorry to hear that, mate.” Harry chuckled at his drama.

“I’m sorry too.” Tom nodded, accepting his fate as a single man.

“Hey, Tom. Hey, Harry.” You walked into the room and took a seat on the couch, turning your attention to the video game on the screen.

“Hey, Y/n.” Harry said without looking up. Tom did a double take at the sight of you, nearly jumping off the couch.

“Where have you been?” Tom practically shouted, making you jump back a little.

“I was taking out the trash.” You laughed a little at his reaction.

“For five hours?” Tom demanded.

“I’m teasing.” You laughed and pulled him closer to you on the couch. “I was pranking you. I’ve been hiding through the house all day while on Instagram live. Look, say hi to the camera.” You showed him your phone and he saw his own confused face on your screen with a couple thousand followers watching.

“Gentle breeze theory wins!” Tuwaine cheered from the kitchen.

“I really thought it was the chickens.” Harrison grumbled from the other side of the room.

“What?” You asked regarding Harrison’s comment.

“I’ll explain later. You mean to tell me you’ve been here all along? And recording it?” Tom asked you in disbelief.

“Yep.” You said proudly. “I had a lot of people tuning in to see how long it’d take you to find me. I figured I’d give you a break once it hit the four hour mark.”

“You didn’t think to check her Instagram?” Harry laughed at his brother for his stupidity.

“You’ve been on live all day?” He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought to check your Instagram.

“I was on with her at one point.” Tuwaine mentioned and Toms eyes widened as you nodded.

“How’d you even get back in the house? I never saw you come in.” Tom realized, knowing for a fact he would’ve seen you come back inside.

“Climbed through a window.” You shrugged casually.

“Climbed- you climbed through a window!?” Tom exclaimed, making you laugh. He finally laughed as well and pulled you into a hug. He sighed in relief that he had you back before kissing the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around his torso and let him hold you.

“I missed you, princess.” He mumbled into your neck as he cuddled into you. You smiled and squeezed him tightly.

“I was always around the corner.” You told him, kissing his forehead. “I’m sorry I made you worried, baby.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled softly at you. “I’m just glad you’re back.”

“I’m glad too.” You pulled him into a brief kiss. “Now what’s this about chickens?”

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uglypastels · 5 years

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Not Meant to Be Masterlist

Summary: After a few irrational decisions, Harrison finds himself to be stuck in a fake relationship for the media with the last person on earth he would want to spend more than a minute in one room with... and she just so happens to be his boss.

Chapter 1 - the First Coffee

Chapter 2 - the First Announcement

Chapter 3 - the First Fight

Chapter 4 - the First Date

Chapter 5 - the First Rule

Chapter 6 - The First Sign

Chapter 7 - The First Deal

Coming Next: Chapter 8 - the First Explanation

The series is currently on hold until further notice! thank you all so much for reading this

taglist is open (link in bio)

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highontomholland · 3 years

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cereal.

Cereal

Summary: Early mornings, breakfast, and cereal.

Type: Pure fluff.

Inspired by: Me eating cereal in the morning haha.

Pairing: Sam Holland X reader.

Word count: 1.4k (I got carried away haha).

It was currently 7 A.M. and I promised Sam that I would be over at his house no later than 7:30… Thank goodness it was only a 10 minute drive from my house to his. Sam and I wanted to make breakfast for the Hollands since Tom and Harry came home last week from filming Spider-Man 3.

It was like a big reunion… Including me. They never minded me coming over and hanging out with them though. Since Sam and I have been dating for around three years, they were really comfortable around me and I was comfortable around them.

I finally arrived at Sam’s house and it was freezing cold. I quickly parked my car, texted Sam I was here, and then rushed inside the Holland’s house. I didn’t want to knock because I didn’t want to wake anyone up, so Sam just left the door unlocked for me.

Once I got inside I locked the door and saw my gorgeous boyfriend doing what he loves most.

Setting up ingredients to make today’s breakfast. I quickly walked over to him and hugged him from behind.

“Hi gorgeous.” Sam said and turned around so we were now facing each other.

“Hi Sam.” As my face started to blush a little more and not from the cold.

Sam cupped my face and right before we were about to share a quick peck he stopped and said

“May I kiss you?”

The sweetest guy I have ever met. We’ve been together for 3 years and he still asks for permission to kiss me.

“Yes, you know you don’t have to ask for permission Sam.” I giggled and pulled him in a little closer, still not touching though.

“I know. I just want to make sure you’re okay first.” Then I closed the small gap between us.

I pulled away and we both had a lil smirk smile.

“One more.” Sam stated and closed the gap between us again.

I again pulled away and laughed as if we kept asking for “one more” we wouldn’t get breakfast done before everyone was up.

“Alright Sammy what’s on the menu today?” I asked and went to go look at the stuff he has already set on the kitchen counter.

“Hand made croissants, fruit, eggs, and bacon.”

“And I’m guessing you’re going to be making all of that while I catch up on sleep?” I said while walking over to the sofa in the living room. “Hey you promised me.” Sam pouted and followed me into the living room.

“I’ll help cut fruit and bake croissants and you do the rest?” I turned the television on and connected it to my bluetooth so Sam and I could sing and dance while making food like we always do.

“Of, course.”

I went back into the kitchen and started baking the croissants While Sam was doing his own thing. I honestly thought he would get the ones where you just throw in the oven and it would bake itself, but this was Sam. He likes making everything from scratch… Why did that even cross my mind?

After following Sam’s instructions on how to make the dough from his “own recipe” we successfully got the croissants into cute little shapes and stunk them into the oven to bake.

I was now cutting up the fruit at the kitchen table while Sam was cooking. While rinsing the fruit over I thought it would be cute to cut all the fruits into small little hearts and stars like my grandmother taught me. 20 minutes later and I was finally done cutting the fruit and I was impressed with my work.

Right when I finished Sam had finished cooking the eggs and Bacon and set them each on their own plate. Now we were just waiting on the croissants to finish baking and we would just need them to cool down. Just when I was about to say something to Sam our song came on.

U & I by Caleb Hawley

(I’d play the song while listening to this part)

The biggest smile came to my lips and it was like Sam read my mind…

“Dance with me?” And he held out his hand and I put mine on top of his.

“Of course.” And he pulled me in close.

Don’t you want somebody to love when you’re lonely?

Don’t you want somebody to lighten your load?

Don’t you want somebody to think of you when you’re away?

Don’t you want somebody, somebody like me.

Sam started to sing along to the lyrics and I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck.

Don’t you want somebody to make you your breakfast?

Talkin over coffee in the living room

Don’t you want somebody to watch all your favorite shows with baby?

Don’t you want somebody, somebody like me

I sang which sounded more like a mumble as I was practically singing into Sam’s neck.

The song continued to play and we just continued to sway and sing together, enjoying each other's presence.

And as the world keeps spinnin

We’ll keep livin

By each others side until we

Pass on through this life it’s u&i

U&I

Until we pass on through this life it’s u&I

Sam pulled away and made sure he made eye contact with me before we continued to sing.

“I love you… with my whole heart.”

“I love you too handsome.” And pulled him in a kiss.

“With your whole heart?” He just wanted to hear it…

“Yes, with my whole heart.” And I meant it but also giggled which made us both laugh.

Then the oven went off.

“I’ll get it.” Sam quickly pulled away and went to go get the croissants so they didn’t burn.

I went to sit on the sofa and pulled a blanket in close to me. After Sam was done he came and sat down with me.

“Sammy.” I tapped on his shoulder and he nodded his head and hummed a little yeah.

“I’m hungry.”

“Go eat everyone should be up in a good twenty minutes.” Sam stated, so I got up and went to go get some food.

Except I felt bad that I would be eating the food Sam and I made for everyone. He worked so hard and the food was set all pretty and untouched… I didn’t want to ruin it. So I grabbed a bowel, some cereal, and some milk they had in their fridge and ate a small bowl of cereal instead of the food Sam and I cooked.

Sam soon walked over to me and asked if I liked the food, I snapped my head over to look at him and I heard him gasp. “I made-” I cut him off quickly and politely.

“We.”

Sam clears his throat all dramatically.

“We made this amazing, delicious, and good looking food and you decided on… cereal?” Sam exclaimed.

“Hmmm yeahhh…”

Sam laughed which made me laugh.

“Whyyyyy…” And took a seat next to me as he opened his mouth so I could feed him some of my cereal.

“Because I didn’t want to ruin our masterpiece before everyone woke up.” And pointed to the set kitchen table and fed Sam some of my cereal.

“You’re so cute you know that.” Sam said and pulled out his phone.

“I knowwww…” And I knew exactly what he was about to do.

“But I have to Instagram this.”

It was no secret to the world that Sam and I were dating, so we were comfortable posting about each other whenever we wanted.

“Guys look, Y/N and I made breakfast today for the family and guess what… Y/N chose to eat cereal instead of the amazing food we made. Cereal! The most plain breakfast there is.” Sam stated and videoed me and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I didn’t want to ruin it before everyone got up!” I exclaimed before he was done videotaping.

“It’s okay love.” He kissed the top of my head and walked away to go wake everyone up.

Ten minutes later Sam came back and went to go take Tessa outside for a restroom break. I went to check Instagram and saw the little circle around Sam’s PFP which meant he posted on his story.

I clicked on Sam’s PFP expecting our video we just took to pop up first, but instead a picture of me focused on cutting up the fruits from this morning popped up with a caption on it which said “Taught well ;)” with a little heart next to it. Then the cereal video we took ten minutes ago showed up.

“I’m so in love with this man.” I thought.

AN: This is my first blurb, I was going to post my tom one first buttttt I finished this Sam one first... Also how did I do? lol this was my first time ever writing a blurb/ imagine :)

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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A random mobster tries his way to you and mob!haz is livid, after going home he fucks you hard just like how you like it

NSFW below the cut :)

If there was one thing Harrison hated, it was the way you were so gorgeous and everyone around you knew it, and all of his rivals used that to piss him off and exploit him.

Tonight was going to be one of those nights and Harrison knew it from the moment you stepped off the stairs in a sequined red dress that left nothing to the imagination, an elegant choker around your neck, hair and makeup done to the nines and fuck me heels adorning your feet. And he knew… God he knew what was underneath because the slit in your dress revealed the garter belt to one of his favorite lingerie sets.

What was even worse was the second Morales stepped foot into tonight's party, his eyes scanned the room before they rested on you, stood in a group of girls, laugh on your lips, and drink in your hand. He'd smirked himself and soon enough, Harrison watched as he approached, leaning in, hand across your back and whispered in your ear. Your smile faded and you'd glanced over your shoulder at him in disgust which had Harrison's blood boiling. You'd tried to squirm away, but Morales had grasped your arm, dragging you back into him, free hand pressed to your belly now.

Tom follows his boss as Haz makes his way down the stairs, furious once he reaches the both of you and hears what Morales is whispering to you. He grips your other arm in a hand and yanks, pulling you into his chest, eyes blazing,

"Don't you dare… fucking touch my girl." He growls, the other Holland brothers appearing before Harrison is tugging you after him, up the stairs he flew down and down the guarded hallway to your bedroom. He slams the door which rattles in its frame before he's shoving the zipper of your dress down, quickly undressing the two of you until he reveals your lingerie,

"Lay down." He grumbles, freeing himself from his boxers as you do as you're told, spreading your thighs for him to stand between. He drags your underwear to the side, ripping your bra down. He leans in and laps at your nipples, reaching into the bedside table and dragging out your favorite vibrator. You hum as he moves in, swiping his tip through your folds a few times before he's sliding into you. You moan, taking the vibrator from him and turning it on. He closes your legs, moving you onto your side as he slowly slides in and out of you, the vibrator cradled between your shut thighs,

"Fuck Haz."

"You just live off that fucking praise from all those assholes huh? Dirty little girl." He grumbles, holding your hip. You whimper, pressing your vibrator against yourself a little harder. You tip your head back, moaning as he presses himself deeper inside of you, quicker in pace until his skin slaps yours. He licks his lips, watching your tits bounce,

"You just fucking love pissing me off." He grumbles, reaching down to swat at your bottom. You cry out,

"I'm sorry!" You whine,

"Sorry doesn't cut it baby. You're such a little tease and they all go crazy for you. Is that okay? No." You chew your lip, basking in the pleasure only Harrison has ever been able to serve. His thrusts are bruising and soon enough, he has you turned over, hands held behind your back, the vibrator held between your legs by the bed. He pounds into you from behind, the bed creaking beneath the force of the both of you. You whimper and cry out as Harrison grasps your hips tightly,

"Naughty, naughty girl. I shouldn't let you cum-"

"No please… I'll be a good girl for you. I promise. Please let me cum." You beg. Harrison growls, wrapping a hand around your throat and leaning in to growl in your ear,

"How do I know you're not lying, huh? You've done it before so I'd give you what you want, you brat."

"Please, please, please baby… I promise I'll do whatever. Just please let me cum." You beg. Harrison hums, thinking on his answer before he's finally agreeing and pushes your head down in the blankets.

You scream into them as you cum, convulsing as Harrison fucks you through it. You whimper and cry some more until Harrison grunts, and is spilling inside of you. He holds your hips still, leaning in to nip at your shoulder blade,

"Mine." He growls, swatting at your ass before he draws out. He flops onto the bed beside you, breathing heavily until you turn over, pressed arm to arm with him. He reaches out and brushes hair from your face,

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks. You shake your head, unable to form a word as you pant, laid beside him. He chuckles, leaning up to kiss your cheek, "you just love pissing me off, don't you baby?" You giggle and nod,

"It's so worth it." You murmur. Harrison shakes his head, staring up at the roof,

"You little bitch." You giggle again,

"Hey… at least I'm planning on holding up my end of the deal to be good for you. I don't really have to technically." You remind him. He rolls his eyes,

"You're telling you plan to but I don't see it happening."

"Hey, you have to have faith in me." You tell him, rolling over to caress his cheek. He hums, staring up at you. He presses his hand over yours, sighing, crystalline eyes staring into yours,

"I do hate when you perform for all those assholes."

"I wasn't performing for anyone but you." You quickly remind. He hums,

"They still all look. He fucking… put his hand on you. I'm gonna cut it off next time."

"Next time? I was betting on you doing it now." You tell him. He smiles, "I'd love to see his hands broken. He's grimy anyways. Ya know… his fingertips slipped into the back of my dress."

"He touched skin?" Harrison asks, sitting up a little. You nod, watching him search for his trousers in the mess on the floor. You sit up, watching him shimmy back into his boxers and pants, hair falling across his eyes. Standing, you press your body to his, pressing your hands over his cheeks. He stares down at you until you lean in to kiss him,

"I love you." Reaching down, he holds your waist, his eyes slipping down to where your chest presses to his,

"I love you too baby. But… I've got another body to take care of. Especially now that I know he touched yours." He growls, swatting your ass before he's turning, fishing his shirt and jacket out of the pile, making quick work of both before he turns to you again,

"Stay here and keep the bed warm for me angel?" He asks. You nod, licking your lips as he heads out, shooting a wink your way before he disappears down the hallway.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Can I request haz x reader like soft riding Harrison smut please?

NSFW below.

With Harrison home, the apartment had a new feeling to it. Like you could finally breathe. It'd been three weeks and the distance had been excruciating but now that he was home, it was relieving.

Harrison smiles as you near the bed from the bathroom, climbing back in beside him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, yawning,

"I don't wanna get up at all today." You giggle,

"We don't have to."

"Well… if I'm honest, what's on my mind doesn't require getting out of bed." He states,

"Oh yeah, what's that?" You ask, playing with his fingers. You stare at the nimble digits, going stiff as his cold hand slides up under your sweatshirt, grasping a handful of your breast. You finally glance into his eyes and he smiles,

"I can guarantee that if you reach beneath these blankets you'll find that I'm so fucking hard." He tells you. You swallow, staring at him for a moment before you draw a hand from his and reach beneath the blankets, pressing it over his cock which twitches in your hand. There's a quiet catch to his breath before you slip your hand into his boxers and slowly stroke him. His lashes flutter, head turning up to face the ceiling,

"Fuck that's good." You smile, leaning in to kiss his jaw. Sitting up, you pull your sweatshirt off. He watches you thumb your panties off, tossing them onto the floor before tugging his boxers off. He reaches up over his head to pull his own sweatshirt off, tossing it in the pile of clothes. He hum as you stroke him again, drawing the lube from his bedside table. You lather him in it before kneeling over him, holding his thick, stiff cock against your folds. You slowly slide onto him, leaning on his chest for support. He grunts, hands coming down to press over your hips. You tip your head back, fully seated on him,

"Definitely needed this after three fucking weeks." You murmur, leaning in to kiss him. He smiles and nods,

"For sure." He leans down, drawing the snowy white comforter up to cover your ass, holding it over it as you slowly rock against him. His eyes flutter shut and then open over and over again, soft whimpers slipping from between his plush lips. Your hands press to his chest, his stomach heaving softly with each rise and fall of your hips,

"That's so fucking good. You're so warm and tight." He murmurs, hands slipping beneath the blanket to hold your bottom. You lean in, his arms now wrapping around your nude body as you kiss and suck at his neck gently. He hums, pressing his feet to the bed and gently jolting his hips up into you, listening to you whine and moan. You lean back again, pressing your hands to his toned stomach. God you've missed him and his body. He draws his bottom lip between his teeth, pressing a hand to your belly and stretching his thumb between your thighs to stroke your clit with it. You moan, moving back against him softly. His back gently arches,

"Cum for me darling." He coos. You whimper, arching your back and pressing a hand to the middle of his chest. You can feel his heartbeat against your palm, body about to burst. And in a few more moments, you do, whimpering loudly. He grunts beneath you, coaxing you through it. You rest on your hands on his chest again, still quivering as you attempt to get him to his orgasm. He hums, eyes squeezing shut, toes giving a satisfying crack as he curls them and he warns you just before, giving you time to climb off of him if you so please. He grips your hips when realizing you're staying right where you are, squeezing them as he lifts his hips softly and cums inside of you with a soft moan. Your hands press over his chest, a hum leaving your lips,

"Much better." You murmur. He nods as you slip off of him,

"Definitely have to wash the sheets if you aren't putting panties on but… yeah. That was nice." He wraps an arm around you, holding you into him as he kisses your forehead,

"Welcome back to you huh?" He chuckles,

"Yeah." Sighing softly, you close your eyes, snuggling into his warmth, "I love you." He murmurs into your hair,

"I love you more." You respond, arms wrapped around him. And within minutes, you're both back asleep.

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highontomholland · 3 years

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makeup.

Makeup.

Summary: Falling asleep, taking off makeup, and confusion.

Type: Fluff.

Inspired by: Me taking off my makeup at 2 in the morning.

Paring: Tom Holland X fem reader who wears makeup & drinks (nothing too heavily though, just partying).

Word count: 0.9k

It was currently 2 am, Tom and I had just gotten back from this club in Atlanta with his Cherry cast. We’ve been out since like I don’t know… 11 pm. Thank goodness Tom has a press tour in the morning so he didn’t drink, but I on the other hand got a little carried away…

People were handing me shot after shot. Joe, Anthony, Harrison, Ciara, Harry… I lost count after those five. Of course Tom saw how shitfaced I was and like the good boyfriend he was he watched over me, making sure he was there for me at any moment.

I quickly fell onto the couch and laid down all dramatically while Tom closed the door.

“Tommmmm…” I said like a big baby.

“Yes darling.” He replied back while sitting at the end of my feet.

“Can you take off my makeup?” I asked him and pointed my finger to the direction of our bedroom.

“I can’t um fall asleep with my um face on.” Tom laughed at me as I was running over my words lazily.

“Yes, I’ll be right back.” He said as he got up and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Ouchhhhh…”

“Oh that didn’t even hurt.” He laughed at me some more.

A couple minutes later Tom came back with my micellar water and cotton pads.

Tom kneeled down on the floor as I was still lying down on the couch.

“Okay I’m going to take off your eyelashes first, not your real ones of course because then you wouldn’t have any and I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if I ever took off your real-

I laughed which interrupted his little tangent.

“You’re funny.” I stated which made him laugh as well.

Taking off my makeup was nothing new to Tom, but taking off makeup on me drunk was something new.

As Tom slowly grabbed both of my eyelashes and placed them on the coffee table next to him I patted my eyes as gasped.

“What darling?” Tom questioned.

I pouted my lips.

“I have no more eyelashes.”

“No Y/N you have your real ones it’s just the fake ones are off.” Tom tried explaining to me but I wouldn’t budge.

“How dare you, you eyelash killer.”

Tom chuckled.

“This is not a laughing matter. I’m mad at you.”

“You’re not mad at me, you love me.”

“No I don’t not anymore. Call off our wedding and call my parents, tell them I’m moving back in with them.” Which made Tom laugh again, he couldn’t believe the words that were flowing out of my lips and I couldn’t believe I was saying that because some of those stuff weren’t even true.

Tom and I weren’t even engaged, we’ve talked about the future together but never marriage.

“Y/N-” Tom couldn’t even finish his sentence because he was laughing so much.

“Y/N we’re not engaged.”

I gasped again. “We’re not?!”

“Nope, must be a different guy.” Tom frowned as he was now playing along with my drunk actions.

I gasped again.

“I mistook you for my hubby. I am so sorry poor man.” I cupped Tom’s face and patted it lightly.

“Who is your ‘hubby’” Tom questioned which made my eyes widen.

“You don’t know who he is?”

Tom shook his head no.

“Well you can’t tell anyone I told you, but he’s a superhero, he's spiderman.”

Tom now gasped which made me ‘shush’ him.

“You pinky promise not to tell anyone.” I stuck out my pinky.

And Tom finished it.

“I promise.”

“Okay now you can finish taking off my makeup.” I said as I closed my eyes.

Which made Tom laugh again as my change of tone went from excited back to a sleepily monotone voice.

He started applying to micellar water onto the cotton pad and gently started rubbing the pad onto my face.

It fell quiet again, until I decided to ask Tom another question.

“Hey sir?”

“Yes darling.”

“Do you think you could make me some cup of noodles?” I questioned him as I opened my eyes.

“Yeah if you want some.” He said as he grabbed another cotton pad with micellar water on it and proceeded to gently take off my makeup.

“Thanks.” I said as I shut my eyes again.

I guess I sorta fell asleep after I shut my eyes that time because when I woke up in the middle of the night I woke up in a bed, with this man’s arms wrapped around me, and in clothes that weren’t even mine.

“Hey what are you doing!” I swatted his arms.

“Baby what’s with all the-” I quickly cut him off.

“I have a hubby.” I quickly held my head caused from a quick headache from sitting up too quickly.

“I am-” Tom sighed.

“I am your hubby look….” He pulled out his phone and showed me his wallpaper. It was a selfie of him and I smiling.

“Awe Peter you scared me.” I laid back down.

That’s when Tom woke up completely.

“Peter?” He questioned. He didn’t want to think about the worst case scenario… but he was.

“Peter Parker, yes now shush. I sleeping.” I hushed him.

Tom instantly had a sigh of relief and chuckled a little bit. He laid back down and wrapped his arms around my body again.

“I love you.” I said while yawning.

“I love you too Y/N.”

I have so many imagines I'm working on, I'm gonna publish a bunch of blurbs until I finish :)

-HighonTomHolland.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Simple and soft request for Haz or Tom - cuddling and making out on the couch after Christmas decorating ♥️💚

I chose both and if you don’t like it, bleh...

The boys tree is huge. The lights are haphazardly thrown along it and baubles decorate it with the occasional special ornament (such as Tom's Spider-Man one) in-between. Tom swore to put up some of the last decorations in the living room, up tomorrow, but right now, all he cares about is you and your lips.

Harrison's fingers trail through your hair, brushing tangles from it with the nimble digits, your back rested to his chest as Tom lounges between your legs, his chest pressed to yours and his lips moving along yours. Harrison is focused on the TV playing Rudolph, but he can't deny the fuzzy, tingly feeling he feels listening to you and Tom, his best friend humming as he makes your lips swollen.

Tom pulls back just slightly, pecking your lips once more, in order to breathe, his nose nudging yours. He pants slightly, staring down into your eyes before you turn your head up, reaching a hand back to thread your fingers through Harrison's hair and bring his face to yours. He smiles slightly before his lips meet yours and Tom's arms wrap around your body, head pressing over your chest. Harrison's hands press over your shoulders as he starts his reign of kissing you just as fervently as Tom had while the brunette takes a break.

Tom hums again,

"So perfect. You're so pretty Y/N/N. Spoiling us boys and all." He murmurs. You smile into Harrison who chuckles into your semi-open mouth,

"Even if he does hog you." Harrison murmurs against your lips. You giggle, pressing your hand harder against the back of his head to get a deeper kiss,

"So needy too. Can't get enough of us eh? Do you even breathe darling?" Tom teases,

"I don't tap out. I don't have time to." You murmur against Harrison's lips. The blond chuckles again as Tom grumbles and brings his blanket further up over the three of you. He leans in and presses a kiss to your throat,

"You are pretty good at making sure the both of us are well taken care of, always." He murmurs. You nod, humming as Tom strokes up your hips, head pressed over your chest.

When Harrison eventually grows winded as well, he pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth again before he smoothes down your shoulders and you lean in to kiss the top of Tom's head. He smiles,

"Such a sweet girl."

"Well both of my boys are always leaving me. I have to get it when it's good and it's good right now." You tell them. Tom smiles, letting you slouch a little further to accommodate him. Harrison sighs, taking your hands when they're offered and kissing the back of your head,

"Merry almost Christmas darling." He mutters. You lay your head back against his shoulder, smiling up at him,

"You too Haz."

"Yeah I guess Merry Christmas you lot." Tom adds. Leaning in to kiss his forehead and cheek, his cheeks go rosy and his smile widens,

"Merry Christmas Tommy." Harrison reaches out to ruffle Tom's hair and the three of you fall back into the warmth of each other and the cheer of Christmas.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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if you’re taking requests how about harrison being gone from a long trip and he doesn’t tell you when he’s back so when all the lights are on in your home you’re like wtf???

I love itttt

Mondays were always rough and when you knew you had nothing to go home to made it that much worse. Trudging up the walk, you hang your head, only glancing up at your house when you're standing in front of it. You frown at the porch light, living room, and bedroom light on. You hadn't left those on had you? No way.

Your first thought is am intruder, but one, they'd probably do it in the dark given the windows in your house and two, you don't think everything would look in perfect condition. That only left one other explanation and it made your heart skip a beat. Hurrying up the stoop, you push into the front door,

"Harrison?!" You screech. You hear the footsteps from upstairs,

"Babe?" He responds, "You home finally love?" He adds, taking the stairs down. His face contort into that of love when he sees you, tears streaming down your face. He collects you into his arms when you launch yourself into him,

"Helluva welcome home ay?" He poses as you soak his shirt in tears,

"Today was so fucking hard and you have no idea how much having you here changes things and I missed you and love you." You ramble. He squeezes you, stroking your hair down,

"Aww darling. I'm here now, no need to cry." He purrs. He pulls back to get a look into your eyes, cradling your face in his hands and clearing away your tears with his thumbs,

"I am home a week early. This is a happy reunion and we will treat it as so, do you understand me? We are not going to let Monday kick us while we're down. I'm home for a few months and that's all that matters. Now fuck Monday. You're happy to see me right?" As if your fingers in his belt loops isn't enough. You nod, "Good. I missed you like crazy too and all I really wanna do is order Chinese and cuddle you and kiss you, and talk about my adventures and listen to that laugh and that's exactly what we're gonna do." He chides with a smile. You giggle,

"I just missed you so damn much." You tell him softly. He nods,

"And I missed you babes. I always do. And I do appreciate the tears." He tells you, leaning down to kiss you softly. You smile into it, holding his neck and relishing in the flavor of him, returned. He pulls back, smoothing his hands over your lower back,

"And now can we order food? I have a hankering for sweet and sour chicken." You giggle as he takes your hand and leads you into the kitchen, flicking yet another light on.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Ok I saw your requests post. I'm thinking maybe for Haz best friends or roommates love confession! Like maybe they're fighting about something or like maybe a sleepy cute moment where the feelings are accidentally blurted out. Idk, take it away with your awesome writing skills

V cute

"Haz… Haz… Hazzzzzzzzz." You whine in quick succession. Harrison hiffs from his place behind the desk in the study. Your continued pestering draws him to clench his jaw. He grumbles curses under his breath before he sighs,

"Y/N, shut the fuck up. If you have something to say, come the fuck down here." He growls. A few moments later, you appear in the doorway,

"Well excuse the fuck out of me your majesty." He knows you're goading him, but it's the last thing he needs right now. He glares up at you,

"Now's really not the time so say what you need and go away." He murmurs. There's no denying the hurt on your face, your mouth hanging open just just little,

"Nevermind…" You mumble, playing with your fingers as you start from the doorway,

"Y/N, what is it?"

"No, heaven forbid I disrupt you just to tell you I miss you. But if I'm gonna get my head bitten off it's not worth it."

"Y/N…" Harrison calls after you, but with a wave of your hand, you're gone and your bedroom door slams.

Later in the night, Harrison cracks your door open after gently knocking at it,

"Can I come in?" He poses. You glance up and stare into his eyes,

"I dunno, that depends. Are you gonna scream at me?" You ask. He clicks his tongue,

"No… I'm done screaming at you. I've come to apologize for it." He tells you. You close your book and cross your legs beneath you to give him space to sit at the foot of your bed. He does so, playing with a thread,

"I really am sorry. They keep changing my script and the hours are gonna suck here soon and I'm just… it's difficult but I'm trying and it was not fair to take that out on you." He tells you. You chew the inside of your cheek,

"Well, apology accepted. Next time express that to me. For fucks sake I'm your gir- uhh, friend." You stumble, Harrison's head shooting up at the misstep,

"You're my what now?" He asks. You swallow, face losing all its color,

"Your friend… best… girl friend." You stumble again. He clears his throat,

"Funny, thought you were gonna say girlfriend." He murmurs,

"No," you laugh nervously, "no of course not, why would I… why would I say that?" He shrugs,

"Ya know… cause you like me and you've been fantasizing about what it'd be like to date me and it's left this searing in your brain that in another universe you're my girlfriend." He says. Your eyebrows knit together,

"No-"

"Oh wait, that was me. It was the other way around." He diverts, glancing up at you again. His face develops a smile,

"What?" He shrugs,

"Sometimes when the stress gets to me I lay in bed and imagine what it'd be like to have you as my girlfriend. It's quite nice actually. Helps me fall asleep knowing that you'd be comforting to the point of lulling me to sleep." He shrugs again like it's the most nonchalant thing in the world. You stare at him wide eyed and he chuckles,

"Don't look at me like that. Look… I know it's not like, the best idea to go out because we are best friends but I do like you and that whole, almost accidental reveal of the feeling being mutual is really enduring and I think we could give it a go if you wanted." He assures. You swallow,

"W-wh-how… how long have you liked me?" You ask him. He chews the inside of his lip,

"Dunno… a few months. Actually… when Tom took you to his premiere. That was the first time I went, 'holy shit she's perfect'." He admits. You hum,

"And you've never said anything?" You pose. He shakes his head,

"And risk making an ass of myself because you view me as a brother figure. I think not darling." He murmurs. You click your tongue,

"I need to be institutionalized if I was fantasizing about kissing my brother." You tell him. He has, lips pressed together, eyes on your carpet before he looks up,

"Wanna have a go at it?" He asks. Your eyebrows rise,

"What?"

"Kissing. Just to test it out, would you like to have a go at it?" He poses again. You swallow, willing yourself to nod before he's scooting closer and wrapping an arm around you. You swallow again before you lean in, hand at the back of his neck as he kisses you, his lips soft against yours. It's brief and sweet, and when he pulls back, he swallows in turn,

"That uhm-"

"Was… wow."

"Yeah." You both stutter before he leans back in and gives you another quick peck and stands,

"So yeah, uhm, I wanted to apologize and I have to get back to it, but… we should try to uhm, go out or something before I'm swamped in work."

"And next time just tell me you're off to do stressful shit. Don't yell at me." You tell him. He nods, saluting you before he's disappearing through your door again.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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“Why was mommy screaming daddy’s name?” prompt with uncle!tom and dad!haz’s and yn’s daughter(mob au)

I love this shit lol

Tom kneels as little Willow runs into his arms, big eyes even bigger as if she's scared. He hugs her into him. An Osterfield was still his best friend, but since you'd come around and had Willow, that torch was passed from Haz to Willow. She was Tom's everything. He lifts her up, holding her onto his hip,

"Lets make some breakfast, yeah darling?" He poses. She nods, laying her head against his shoulder and pulling her thumb into her mouth. He quickly whips up a pancake batter, adding a handful of chocolate chips for the three year old in his arms. He sets her on the island across from the stove to stir and measure it out,

"You're quiet sweet girl. Something wrong?" He asks. When he looks to her, her tiny head is cocked and her little light colored eyebrows are furrowed,

"Why did mummy scream daddy’s name last night?" She asks. Tom swears his heart stops as he stares at her wide eyed. He glances up as Harrison enters the room, light blue button up billowing from his body, his normal slacks clung to his legs. Tom can spot a hickey where his neck meets his collarbone. He smiles,

"Smells nice in here. Good morning beautiful girl." He croons, leaning in to kiss Willow's cheek. Tom swallows, laddling batter onto the skillet,

"Uhm-"

"Was there a monster like the one in my closet?"

"No baby, no. Nothing like that uhm…" Harrison stares at the duo with furrowed brows, "mummy… yelled daddy’s name because she stubbed her toe on the bed leg." Tom proposes. Harrison's eyebrows have shot up into his hairline, mouth hung open in shock. Willow pouts, letting Tom press her little face into his chest, stroking the back of her head. Tom widens his eyes at Harrison who swallows. Willow turns to Harrison,

"Is mumma okay?" She asks worriedly. Harrison nods, moving forward to stand before Tom and his baby girl,

"Yeah angel, she's okay. Just got a sore toe. She's alright though." Harrison adds to Tom's lie. He knew you both wanted another baby and even if Willow and Tom were the best of friends, there's only so long she can go without the attention from you and Haz. Daddy swore to protect her and love her and gives the best hugs and mommy gives the best kisses and makes her laugh and has tea parties with her the most while daddy and Uncle Tommy work. There was very limited time to try for a baby. Harrison swoops in as Tom retreats to the stove, smoothing hair from Willow's face,

"Your mumma is not hurt. And when we go wake her up with breakfast she's gonna be so sad that you're sad. But I wouldn't let anything happen to her or you. I promise, okay?" He coos to her. She nods up at him, beautiful eyes sparkling. He leans in to kiss her nose before turning to Tom. The brunette raises an eyebrow,

"What happened to the quiet stuff?" He poses softly. Harrison clears his throat, smiling at Willow,

"I got a good one out of her. She nearly passed out." Blood pumps through Harrison's body quickly at the memory of you and him, you collapsing on top of him, completely spent with your vision nearly gone. Tom hums,

"You kill her and one, no new baby and two, Willow will never speak to you again."

"I got it, I got it. I can feel it this time. Like this one'll stick." Harrison says a little proudly. Tom nods,

"Good. You know I have more room in my arms for another one. I dunno how Willow'll like it though."

"She's gonna make a great big sister." Harrison swears. Tom nods,

"I have no doubt about that." Tom says. Rubbing Tom's shoulders, Harrison sighs,

"Thanks for covering pal."

"Yeah… next time I won't. Keep it down." Harrison chuckles before turning to his baby girl and tickling her. Tom smiles at her giggles and squeals. He would definitely be okay with having another little one of her from his best mate.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Can I request haz x reader doing a spa night of face masks and playing a board game while the masks dry please?

This is also adorable.

Harrison had acted like he couldn't move his face at all, but the clay mask was actually perfect. Now here he sat, across from you, cross legged as the two of you play Battleship. You chew the inside of your cheek,

"C… three?" You pose. He clicks his tongue, choosing a red peg and stuffing it into the board,

"You sank my fucking destroyer." He grumbles. You giggle,

"Well it was a one in two chance considering I got C four dummy." He grumbles again, leaning his hand against his cheek,

"How bout… B two for you?" He asks. You hum,

"Miss." He curses under his breath, placing a peg in the top of his board. You smile, listing off a few more spaces in order to calculate his final ship, the submarine which you sink to bring the game to a close. Harrison huffs as you climb to your knees and crawl around the coffee table, clambering into his lap and kissing him softly,

"Thank you for letting me win baby." You tell him. He scoffs, rubbing up your back,

"Yeah, you're welcome darling." You sigh,

"If you'd like, you can come to the bathroom with me and I'll peel this off." You tell him. He nods, letting you stand and following you down the hall, flicking the bathroom light on. You slide onto the counter, letting him lean on the counter on his hands at your hips as you peel the greyish-green mask from his face, revealing a shiny face beneath. You lean in and kiss him again,

"Good as new, you look younger and fuller already."

"Like a ten year old?" You nod, smiling at him before you slide from the counter and turn to peel yours off, Harrison's hands sliding to your hips as he watches you. Wetting a washcloth, you smooth over your face with it before you turn to Harrison and do the same, holding his chin in your fingers. You lean in to kiss him softly,

"Happy date night love. Let's go find a new game." You murmur. He smiles then,

"Okay. Happy date night love. I love letting you win all the games to listen to you laugh." You smile, pressing a hand over his chest and leaning up to kiss him again,

"And you're the only one that can make me giggle and smile Mr. Osterfield."

"Well then I'm doing something right." He murmurs with a soft smile of his own. You giggle once more before he's taking your hand and leading you back down the hallway.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Could I request a haz x reader jamming out and dancing around the kitchen please?

So cute

Harrison had scowled when you started the music. It might've been because it was so loud that you scared him, but soon enough, he was moving his head and shoulders, humming along to some of your favorite songs. You bump his hip after closing your chicken into the oven and he smiles, glancing up at you from cutting potatoes,

"Hey cutie." Standing on your toes, you kiss his cheek. You dance in silence to a few more songs before a slow one comes on. You go to skip it before Harrison speaks up,

"Wait!" You jump, glancing up at him,

"What?" He's drying his hands and then he nears you, taking your phone from your hand and setting it on the table. He takes your hand, pulling you into him and holding you close. He twirls you around the room, your arms wrapped around his neck. He presses his forehead to yours, both of your eyes closing before he takes your hands, pulls himself back from you, and then spins you. You giggle, letting him draw you back in and dip you. You squeal again before the song shifts and it's a do-wop jam. You squeal again as Harrison holds your hands, dancing you around the kitchen in quick tandem. Your head falls back and you giggle until you're red in the face and your tummy hurts. When you're forced to draw away from him, his smile hurts his cheeks.

He draws you right back in, kissing your cheek,

"You know there's no one I'd rather be with and do all this dorky shit with." He murmurs. You nod, holding onto his arms,

"Course. The feeling's mutual." You tell him, holding his shoulder after you've looped your arm beneath his. He smiles again,

"I love you."

"And I, you." You tell Harrison before leaning in to kiss him softly. He sighs, jumping softly as a hiss sounds behind you and he spins, cursing softly as the potatoes boil over onto the stove. Turning away from you, he stirs them in the pot, jumping again and grumbling as he turns and finds you've swatted him on the butt. You giggle, leaning over to check your chicken in the oven. And this allows Harrison just enough time to return the favor of swatting your butt and drawing a squeal from you.

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mrs-hollandstan · 3 years

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Trying anal for the first time with Haz?

Hardcore NSFW below.

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The last thing Harrison expected was to wake up to you horny, but not asking him to do the normal. He'd seen a different glimmer in your eye and he'd watch you shuffle around in the darkness to retrieve lube and a condom from his dresser. He hums, watching you press down his sweats and stroke his half soft cock completely hard before stripping from your own sweats and panties, rolling the condom on, and lubing both his hard shift, and your bottom up. Harrison draws himself up onto his elbows in curiosity as you press two fingers into yourself with a stifled moan, glancing back at him. He eyes you, licking his lips before you take his cock in your hand, stroking it again before you press it against yourself. Harrison presses his hands over your butt, watching you press him inside of you,

"Fuck you took that really well." He murmurs in his raspy, morning voice as you settle above him. He hums, pressing his hand to your lower back, thumb rested just where your hole swallows him. Before you rise and fall again, you slip a hand between your perfectly spread thighs to stroke your clit, dipping two fingers into your pussy to collect the wetness there and stroke it over your clit,

"Fuck Haz." You curse as you bring yourself down across him over and over again. He hums,

"So fucking sexy. Shit… who'd've thought you'd be my little anal slut. Fuck that's so hot." Ge groans, tucking his free arm behind his head. He hums, watching you take him, pants tumbling from your lips. His legs are stretched out around you, toes curled at the foot of the bed. Your hands skirt down his hairy calves as you lean on his shins, bringing yourself down harder and harder, quicker and quicker, you whimper and moan, letting him take over in stroking your clit when he sits up, letting you continue to bounce on top of him as he fingers you, and strokes your clit with his thumb, chest pressed to your back,

"Fuck Hazzy. I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me sweet face. Fuck." He grumbles, fucking his fingers into you faster. You rock against him, feeling your orgasm build. There's a soft rap at the door,

"Hey guys-" The doorknob jingles and Haz makes a noise in your ear,

"Tom, no, no, no mate, we're busy, don't come in here!" He calls and its nearly washed out as over your cries as you cum. You've basically already been caught and it just feels too good. Once you're riding out your high, you can hear Tom on the other side of the door,

"Jesus Christ, its nine in the morning. Damn heathens." He grumbles and you hear the boards creak beneath him as he heads towards the kitchen,

"Fuck." Harrison grumbles, fingers slipping from you and he holds your hips in a bruising grip, pulling you down on him harder until he groans and fills the condom he wears flopping back onto the bed below him. You huff, trying to catch your breath,

"Ya know… he's gonna tease the fuck out of us." He pants out. You nod, gently maneuvering off of him. You watch him toss the condom out as you slide your panties back on and he pulls his sweats back on, kissing your temple when you lay over him,

"Worth it." You murmur. He chuckles,

"What had you so hot and bothered this morning?" He asks. You shrug,

"There was that point video a few nights ago we watched and I loved the way she looked. I wanted to try it out. You got off so fast watching her take that dick. I love watching you masturbate." You purr, kissing his throat. He smiles down at you before kissing you, hand rested over your ass,

"I love you. You mean the world to me. The fact that you would go out of your way to try anal because I'm interested means everything." You smile and nod, kissing him again,

"I'd do anything for you." You murmur. He smiles, ruffling your hair before he leans back against the pillow and stares up at the ceiling, chewing the inside of the corner of his mouth for a moment before he sighs,

"I want tea so… I suppose we should face him." You hum, holding him close,

"Guess so yeah. Hey, I'm gonna get the brute of it. He listened to me scream as I came." You defend as he stands and finds a shirt in his closet, watching you shimmy into your sweats again, hand lingering on the doorknob. You smile up at him, leaning on your toes to kiss him again before he raises his eyebrows,

"Well, here we go."

"Good luck to us." You chide before he pulls the door open and follows you out into the hallway.

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