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morningbluue · 1 year
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wrong choices with happy ends | h.o.
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summary: there’s only a fine line between friendship and love... but you need to become friends first, and for Harrison and you seem this to be the hardest part of all | enemies to lovers + fwb
warnings: bad language, mentions of sex and making out, angst, mentions of alcohol, it’s a rollercoaster 
word count: 4,7k
prompt: “i don't care about everyone else! i care about you, [name]!"
A/N: hi loves <3 long story short, this is a request that i got almost 1 year ago lol, i wrote the first half in like 6 months because i was never happy with it, then i didn’t write at all for a few months and now i finally finished this story in one evening. hope you enjoy <3
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If you had to describe your relationship with Harrison, you would say it’s complicated - really complicated. The two of you have been in the same friend group since high school, but you both never managed to become friends at all. You always had this bad gut feeling about the other, and that’s why you never seemed to enjoy each other’s company. 
Much to the confusion of your friends. Especially Tom. 
But the thing that irritated your friends the most was when Harrison and you started hooking up with each other. The first time was just out of frustration with the other, the second and third time because it was fun, and that’s why you continued doing it. 
However, that did not change your feelings for the other. It’s just a friends with benefits relationship, without being actual friends in the first place. 
But if it works for the both of you, why should you stop? 
“Are you up for another round?” Harrison mumbles into your neck and places a few kisses there. You can feel his smile against your skin.
You shake your head, a smirk growing on your lips. “I can’t,” you reply and grab your shirt to pull it over your head. “I have to do some stuff for college.” 
“Sad.” He lets himself fall back onto the pillow, his arms resting behind his head to give you a nice look at his biceps. 
“You could come with me.” 
Harrison’s eyebrows knit together, and his expression almost looks disgusted. “No, thanks. I’m just gonna stay here.” 
“Why?”
He shrugs. “I don’t want to.” 
You try to not look offended by his carelessness. “You mean, you don’t want to be seen with me.” 
“That’s not true,” he rolls his eyes as if you’re getting on his nerves. “We’re not friends, y/n, so why should I come with you?“
“Right. We’re only sleeping with each other.” 
A sigh leaves his lips, and you can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t know what to do. “We can stop if you don’t want to anymore.” A small smirk crosses his face, “but that would be a shame.” 
You take a deep breath before standing up from the bed, and for a split second you hate yourself for saying your next words. “It’s fine, we don’t have to stop.” 
Turning around to him again, you’re met by his satisfied grin. “See you on Friday?”
“Yeah.”
-
You click your bottle against the others, a smile taking over your face as everyone around the table shouts cheers. Taking a sip from your cold beer, you lean back into the seat, and Tom next to you turns his head to send you a gentle smile. 
“Glad you came,” he mumbles and leans closer to you. 
You raise your brows in surprise. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’ve been a little busy at the moment,” he smirks and nods his head in Harrison’s direction. The blonde notices your stares and sends a wink your way, which makes you roll your eyes. 
“It’s not what you think,” you scoff at Tom. “I’m still a student that has to study for a lot of exams, you know.”
Tom raises his hands in surrender, a grin growing on his lips again. “I didn’t say anything.” 
“But you were thinking about it!” 
“I wasn’t!” 
You narrow your eyes, but can’t hold back a small smile. “I don’t trust you.” 
He laughs. “That’s a lie.” 
After you finish your third bottle, Tom places a tequila shot in front of you, and you groan. 
“Come on, y/n,” he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, “I know you want to.” 
You give the brunette a warning glance before you grab the small glass and let your head fall back to drown the liquid in one sip. Shots are your weakness, and you have to stay focused tonight.
“Another one?” Tom asks the second you place the empty glass down on the table again. 
“I hate you!” you laugh. 
Tom talks you into another two rounds before he finally loses his attention to his phone. You turn to him to watch him scrolling through his Instagram page, mindlessly scanning the pictures as you suddenly get a glimpse of the time. 
“Can I stay here for the night?” you ask and lean closer to Tom. 
He looks up from his phone and casually wraps an arm around your waist, smiling widely. “Only if you cuddle with me.” 
“Of course, that’s like the only reason I always stay with you,” you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. 
Your phone suddenly lights up with a notification, and you grab it off the table in front of you to look at the incoming message.
Harrison: can’t believe you’re still sleeping with him 
You knit your eyebrows together at his attitude, quickly typing a reply. 
You: wtf??
You: I’m not sleeping with him 
Harrison: but you’re sleeping in the same bed 
You: we’ve always done that? what's your problem? 
Harrison: I don’t have a problem 
You: doesn’t sound like it 
You look up from your phone, and Harrison does the same, your gaze meeting each other over the table. You narrow your eyes, staring him down, and Harrison’s blue eyes bore into your soul. Sometimes you don’t understand what everyone is seeing in him. But that’s before you remember that he only has this complicated relationship with you.
Tom thighens his grip on your waist to signal you to look at him, and you finally tear your gaze away from Harrison. Turning your head around to Tom, you’re met by his all too familiar worried eyes. Your mouth falls almost into a sad pout.
“Everything okay?”
You swallow the anger down and try not to look back at Harrison. “Course, Tommy,” you force a smile. “I’m fine.”
Your phone lights up with a new notification, gaining your attention again, and you know exactly what message is awaiting you, much to your disappointment - or maybe not. It’s always the same.
Harrison: bathroom in 5 
Without looking up from your phone, you notice him standing up on the other side of the table and walking away, probably to the bathroom, without saying anything or even looking your way. 
He’s almost too good at this game, and that disturbs you in a weird way.
When you open the door to the bathroom more than five minutes later, you immediately get pulled against a muscular chest. You look up and meet Harrison’s crystal blue eyes as he wraps his arms around your middle. His familiar scent envelops you and for a second you let yourself enjoy it.
“You’re getting on my nerves, y/n,” he mumbles, his lips so close to yours, almost touching, but he doesn’t give you the satisfaction yet. You want to stay focused and win this game, but you can’t hold back a smirk. 
You bite down on your lips and try to look as innocent as possible before he turns you both around and presses your back against the wall, his grip on your waist tightening. “And I love it,” you smile.
“Just don’t exaggerate it,” Harrison whispers in between kisses, “you know I don’t like that.” He pulls you closer, his hands wandering over your upper body, arms, neck, cheeks, until they finally dive into your hair, and you know that you’re not coming out of this bathroom so soon.
You tilt your head and meet his lips for another kiss, your fingers pulling his blonde curls gently, and Harrison sighs into your mouth. You hate him, but you can’t get enough of his kisses and his hands on you. It’s a fact that this here is a mistake, but sometimes you need to do something wrong in life to have some fun.
“Oh, I haven’t really started, Harrison. You don’t know what’s coming.”
Harrison pulls away, smirking. “That sounds like a challenge.”
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You’re standing in front of Harrison’s apartment, chewing on some bubble gum and typing a quick reply to a message Tom sent you some minutes ago, while you wait for Harrison to open the door. When he doesn’t answer, you send him a quick text too and knock again. 
When the blonde finally opens the door after some minutes, he doesn’t look too happy to see you - maybe even a bit surprised. But let’s be honest here, he never looks happy when you’re around. 
You push your phone into your pocket and smile. “Hey! I forgot my jacket last time and wanted to ask if you wanna chill a bit when I’m already here? Maybe watch something?” 
Harrison frowns and slowly looks at something over his shoulder. “I’m busy right now. Sorry.” 
Your eyebrows knit together at his words. Harrison doesn’t say sorry. And he’s never too busy for a quick hook-up. So something’s up, and you’re too curious to let it slide. 
“What are you doing?” you ask and try to look behind him with no success. 
Harrison closes the door a little more. “Nothing,” he mumbles, his voice sounding colder towards you than normal. “Why are you even here?”
You stare at him for a second, dumbfounded. “Like I already said, I forgot my jacket. Haven’t you seen my messages?”
“No, I haven’t checked my phone in a while.”
“So?” 
You try to get past him through the door as you suddenly hear a muffled voice out of his apartment, and it’s a woman, with no doubt. For a second, the world stops spinning and all you can hear is your heartbeat in your ear.
“You have company?” you almost scoff and narrow your eyes slightly at the blonde.
His eyes are as cold as ice, and that hurts even more. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t care,” you shrug nonchalantly, even if you’re not.
“Good.”
You roll your eyes. “Good.”
The two of you stare at each other for a moment too long, and you could almost cut the tension with a knife. You’ve had your bad moments every here and then, but it has never been as intense as this. 
You search for something in his cold eyes, but it’s as if you’ve never met this person in front of you.
“I should go then,” you say and turn around to walk down the hallway again. But not without shouting something at him with one last death glare. “Hope you have lots of fun with her!”
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You haven’t talked to Harrison since… whatever thing that was, and for the first time ever it actually bothers you to not see his annoyingly handsome face. It’s already been three weeks and normally he would have texted you by now to ask you to come over, but nothing. Not even Tom has seen him in the last few days, and that’s weird for Harrison. 
You would be lying if you said that your heart doesn’t hurt when you think about him being with someone else. It’s not like you promised each other anything, but it still hurts your ego to get left like this. Maybe deep down you thought there was a bit more than just hate and sex - maybe a connection. 
No one has ever gotten under your skin like Harrison, and no one has ever made you feel so much anger and hatred. But also no one has made you feel so good about yourself and no one has seen you as strong as he does. Harrison sees you as a young independent woman and not someone you have to protect, like Tom always does. And that’s why you respected Harrison, under all the snappy insults. 
From the start you knew that someone would end here and after all the nights you spent together over the last months, you would have sworn that it wouldn’t be you. You wouldn’t be the one that falls and gets hurt. It’s a risky game and only one person can win it, no matter what it takes.
The next time you see Harrison is at Tom’s birthday party and even if you try to look normal and careless, he does not even once cross your way. You’ve accepted the fact that your little thing ended the moment you walked away and that he and you would never talk about it again, but it annoys the hell out of you that he can’t even look you in the eyes now. 
After a drink or five (Tom made sure you never had an empty glass) you don’t even remember Harrison’s name as you’re starring in the green eyes of a pretty brunette guy. Unlike Harrison he’s charming and kind, and he’s probably not embarrassed to go out with you. 
You’re even too deep in conversation with him to notice Harrison’s stares and burning eyes on your skin. The guy’s touching your waist to pull you a little bit closer, and you smile up at him, not hearing a single word that comes out of his mouth. 
You take a sip from your drink and finally meet Harrison’s gaze. His head turns slightly to the left and you know that he’s staring down the flirty guy in front of you, but you couldn’t care less. You look at Harrison from across the room and feel nothing but disappointment. 
Life works in mysterious ways, but you learned your lesson with the blonde. 
“Do you wanna go somewhere else?” you ask, still looking at Harrison before turning back to the brunette, “it’s too loud and sticky here.”
The guy nods without a second thought. “Sure. Where do you want to go?”
“Your place?” you say, even if you do not actually want to. But maybe a casual one night stand is exactly what you need to get over Harrison.
A lustful smirk appears on his lips, and it reminds you more than anything of Harrison. In that moment you realize you made a mistake. “Let’s go then.”
He wraps an arm around your waist as you’re leaving Tom’s house, and you cuddle yourself into his side to study yourself, trying hard to shake the weird feeling off you, but no matter what, you don’t feel comfortable with him anymore. 
You listen to him talk and continue your conversation, and he doesn’t seem to notice your sudden disinterest. His hand wanders down to your lower back, and normally you would have kissed him right then, but not today. Today it just doesn’t feel right.
And as if he could see your thoughts, you hear his voice. “Y/n!”
An relieved sigh almost leaves your lips as you turn around, but then you see Harrison standing down the street. His face looks soft and sad, and you want nothing more than to kiss his hurt away. 
“Y/n…”
“Haz?” you look at him with wide eyes, your heart racing in your chest.
He takes a step closer, and so do you.
“Don’t go with him.”
You swallow the lump down. “What?”
Harrison looks at the guy behind you, and you almost forgot that he’s still there. “Please don’t go, y/n.”
You turn around and give the obvious annoyed guy an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. Maybe... we can hang out some other time?” you whisper, but he doesn’t want to hear anything of it. 
“Or not,” Harrison mumbles as the guy turns around and goes back to the house. You bite back a smile. 
When you look at Harrison again, he’s suddenly standing in front of you, not too close, but you can still smell his cologne. “What’s going on, Harrison?” You shake your head, suddenly feeling all the drinks you had tonight.
“I don’t want you to go home with him.”
“Why?” You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever comes next. “Why do you suddenly care?”
Harrison clenches his jaw. “You shouldn't go home with someone you don’t know.”
“I can do whatever I want.”
“Y/n…” he steps closer, “I know you’re not like that.”
You frown and automatically look away to calm yourself down. “You mean, I can’t do what you’re doing? You can go around and fuck everyone, but as soon as I do it, it’s wrong? That’s fucked up, Harrison.”
“That’s not what I meant. Don’t turn this around, y/n.”
“So, what do you mean?” You cross your arms over your chest. “Are you scared that it’ll ruin my image?”
Harrison runs a hand through his hair and looks away for a moment, searching for the right words. “I’m just looking out for you.”
That catches you off guard. “You don’t have to. It’s enough when Tom does that.” You shake your head, suddenly feeling exhausted. “You know what? I always liked you because you didn’t try to protect me from everything. I thought you saw in me more than a little girl that can’t be left alone because something could happen to her.”
“And now you don’t like me anymore?” The corners of his mouth quirk up.
“No,” you spit out, “the little bit of respect I had for you died when you slept with someone else and didn’t talk to me again after that. You couldn’t look me in the eyes the whole evening, Harrison!”
“Why do you care so much about that?” 
You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm. This has to be a joke. “Because it hurt me, Harrison.” You shake your head, not believing that he doesn’t get it. “I know we never set any rules, but that’s just a fucked up thing to do.”
Punching your fists against his chest, you immediately feel the tears spilling from your eyes. “I don’t understand why you care so much about your reputation and your status and every fucking other thing, but not the people that care for you!”
“I don’t give a fuck about my status. I don't care about everyone else! I care about you, y/n!” he suddenly shouts and makes a wild gesture with his hands. “I care about you!”
You roll your eyes, tears running down your cheeks. “Then why the fuck did you sleep with someone else?”
Harrison takes a step away from you as if he suddenly can’t bear to be so close to you. His piercing blue eyes flickering around the empty street, looking everywhere but at you. 
“Because I can’t have you.”
For a few seconds, it feels like all the air got punched out of your lungs and there’s only one thought jumping around in your head at full speed. Because I can’t have you. Because. I. Can’t. Have. You.
Almost an eternity pass before you can react. You open and close your mouth a hundred times, only staring at the blonde with wide eyes. “I- what?” you whisper, your brain still not ready to form a sentence. You place your hand on your forehead, feeling an headache built. This cannot be real.
“I never-” Harrison starts, but can’t bring himself to continue. “Y/n, please. Please let me explain.” 
You raise your hand to stop him before it gets too much. The next words cost you all the strength you have left in yourself. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this right now.”
Now he’s the speechless one. “Okay, it’s fine,” he mumbles, but the sad expression never leaves his face. “We can talk tomorrow. If you want.”
“I- I think I need more than tomorrow.” 
You notice the way his left hand lifts a little, as if he’s thinking about touching you, getting closer again. But he never does. 
“Sure. Text me when you’re ready.” He pushes his hands into his jacket, his gaze lingering a moment longer on your face. “I’ll tell Tom to bring you home.”
“Thank you, Harrison.” 
-
You needed more than two days, in fact, you needed two whole weeks to be finally ready to talk to Harrison. You feel like you are swapped into another universe, because you sure as hell wouldn’t be talking about feelings with Harrison in this universe. 
You had much time to think about everything in the past weeks, and you realized that it hasn’t always been like this with Harrison. Sure, you haven’t been friends, but you didn’t hate each other either. You remember meeting Harrison some time after Tom and his other friends, and you were actually excited to meet him. 
Tom and you met each other in the school library and haven’t been separated since then. All of Tom’s friends were nice and kind enough to bring you into their friend group. Harrison however wasn’t as happy to see you sitting at lunch with his friends - and next to his best friend Tom. The whole atmosphere changed when you first locked eyes with the blonde.
But, after spending some time at lunch and in the library together, Harrison slowly accepted you, much to your surprise. You did get along for some time, even if you talked not more than two sentences in a week and sat as far away as possible from the other. 
There wasn’t a specific reason why you didn’t become friends, it just seemed like it wouldn’t work. You had too different opinions and interests, while also being the same person characterful. Harrison became the popular boy at school that every girl had a crush on, and you became the popular girl that didn’t want him. In a way, you both despised the other for doing the same thing - you despised Harrison for breaking girls’ hearts, and he despised you for wrapping his friends around your finger. 
You made it your mission to show Harrison as much as you could that he was just a player and you would never ever end with someone like him. While Harrison’s goal was to show you how big you were missing out. 
You overstepped the line more than once with your teasing, and you know what they say about that - the people who tease each other, love each other.
Knocking on Harrison’s apartment door, you can feel your fast beating heart in your throat. You run a hand through your hair, trying to stop you from running away. It’s now or never. 
Harrison opens the door a few seconds later, and as soon as his gaze lands on you, his eyes light up. 
“Hi Haz,” you whisper. 
“Hi.”
You rub your sweaty palms against your jeans. This is worse than a first date with someone you always had a crush on.
“I wanted to talk. Can I come in?”
“Sure.” Harrison opens the door wider to let you in.
You walk past him, quickly looking around. “You sure that no one else is here again?” you try to joke, turning around to meet Harrison with a smile.
“Send her home before you got here,” he replies, without letting the seriousness on his face wash away. 
You press your lips together. “Alright.”
The corners of his mouth turn up. “Joking. Sorry.”
Turning around again, you ignore him. “Where should we talk?”
“Wherever you want. Make yourself feel at home,” he mumbles from behind you.
You sit down on the sofa, tugging your legs together. Even after all the tense moments you shared, it has never been this awkward. The last time you’ve sat right here was when you made out while watching a movie. Your gaze wanders to Harrison, and you know he’s thinking the same. 
“I just-” you both say at the same time, making you smile. You make a hand gesture to mention for him to speak first.
“First of all, I never actually hated you, y/n,” he explains and stares right into your eyes. You raise your eyebrows, but he doesn’t give you time to say something. 
“I was amazed by you when we first met, I was gone for one week and when I came back to school, there was a total stranger sitting at our table and laughing with my friends as if you’ve known them for ages. It wasn’t like everyone could come into our group and be friends with us.” 
A smile takes over your face. That’s the first and only compliment he has ever given you.
He returns the smile for a moment. “And maybe I was a little jealous because-”
“-Because I stole your best friend.”
Harrison grins. “No, because he spent so much time with you and I wanted to do the same.”
“But you did not like me at some point, I saw it in your cold blue eyes,” you say, pointing at his face, and he lets out a loud laugh. 
He grabs your hand to hold it, and you let him. “That’s true. At one point in our… complicated relationship, I did in fact not like you.”
“And why?” 
For a moment he hesitates. “Because it felt like you could wrap everyone around your finger with just one smile. I saw you leaving parties or whatever with some of Tom’s friends or colleagues and I never said anything to anyone, but whenever I left with someone, I know that the others talked shit about it and I know you did say a few things too.” He sighs, looking apologizing. “That just didn’t sit right with me, so I made some comments to Tom about it and of course-”
“- he gave you a lecture,” you finish. 
“Yes. I know it was a dumb reason, but every time I saw you leaving with someone after that, I grew more and more pissed, and at one point it got too much.” 
You press your lips together. “I’m sorry for talking shit behind your back. I know it wasn’t right to judge you for something I did too.” You squeeze his hand, a grin forming on your lips, “even if you did it a looot more than me.”
“And you slept in Tom’s bed like every weekend.”
Your grin grows wider. “So you were jealous.”
“I already said that, y/n.”
“I know, I just wanted to hear it again,” you smirk.
He shakes his head, smiling slightly. “I’m sorry for all the shit I did in High school. You know, all that I’m trying to make you jealous stuff.” 
You frown. “It’s alright, you know I tried to do the same.”
“Even if you always said you would never fall for me,” he smirks, “and look at us now.” 
“You’re an idiot,” you nudge him with your knee, and Harrison pulls you a bit closer. “You never made a move.” 
Raising his brows, he runs a hand through his small locks. “I couldn’t. And I thought you didn’t want me to make a move.”
“Did Tom forbid it?”
“No. Never,” he blinks in surprise. “He wouldn’t do that.” 
A small smile crosses his lips. “He was actually our biggest supporter after we started hooking up. He was all like, Thank me at your wedding for bringing you together. And so on. You know him.”
That makes you smile. “That sounds like him.”
“So, y/n, do you like me?” he asks without hesitation.
A surprised laugh leaves your lips. “What question is that?” 
“Just answer it.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “No, I don’t like you,” you answer with all seriousness. 
He leans over to you and smiles, his eyes wandering over your face until they stop at your eyes again. 
“Stop looking at me like that,” you scoff, but can’t hold back a small smile either. 
His shy smile turns into a lopsided smirk as he leans even closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. Your body relaxes under his touch.
You turn your gaze away, rolling your eyes. “I don’t have any feelings for you, Harrison,” you mumble. 
“I don’t believe that.” 
You meet his burning eyes again. Leaning forward a bit, you tilt your head up to meet his lips for a small kiss. “See? No feelings. Nothing,” you smile proudly and try to turn away again. 
But Harrison still doesn’t buy your bluff and continues to look at you with his beautiful eyes and gorgeous smile, and it’s almost too hard to stay away. 
It doesn’t take long for your eyes to find his blue ones, and you can’t resist the urge to feel his lips on yours again. You both lean forward and your lips touch in the middle as if it’s the righteous thing in the world. You’ve been wrong a lot of times in your life, but this - this kiss right now - has never felt more right.
“You like me,” he grins widely against your mouth.
You kiss him again. “And you like me.”
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hollandfromhell · 2 years
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i wanna be yours | T.H
Summary: Frat!Tom finally admits his feelings to you and your reaction isn't exactly what he expected.
word count: 1k
warnings: a little steamy (?), minimal proofreading and bad editing :)
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The lights are so bright around you, bouncing off the walls and making your vision blurry, the music is loud, a song you only ever seem to hear at parties like this, and honestly you’re having a good time. For the first time in weeks you’ve forced yourself out of your dorm and into some clothes that show a little more than you’re used to. Finals had been killing you for the last week, so much so that you haven’t been able to find the energy to go to any of the frat parties your friends and Tom had been badgering you about. 
Tom has been texting you nonstop about the parties his frat has been hosting, begging you to show up, just so you can end up in his bed at the end of the night. But you had refrained, knowing that your feelings weren’t in check enough to be seeing him anymore, not in the way you two have been for the last year. 
To you it wasn’t just sleeping together anymore, that’s not what you want, you want him, all of him. You want the silly dates and cringy photos your friends will make fun of you for. You want the flirting to mean something, you want to mean something to him. You know it’s wrong, to fall hopelessly in love with some fraternity boy that sees you as nothing more than an easy lay and a friend on the occasion that he needs something, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Those caramel colored eyes and chestnut curls, his easy going smile and alluring body draws you in until you can’t escape him. Then you wake up next to him and reality hits. 
Tom and you will never be anything other than friends with benefits, that’s how it started and that’s how it will end, as much as you hate to admit it to yourself. 
But tonight you had blocked those thoughts out and finally made your way out with your friends, only to end up at Tom’s frat house. He’s here, you know he’s here, you can feel his lingering gaze locked on you and have even caught him looking a few times. 
He sat near the back wall, his back against it as he talked to some guys that are also in his fraternity. But his eyes can’t seem to stay off you, you’re dancing with your friends, your hands in the air and a smile on your face, you’ve never looked better to him, it’s like you’re reeling him in, his head hazy as he finally breaks off from the guys he’s talking to and makes his way to you. 
Your arms wrap around his neck as soon as his hands land on your waist, you know it’s him, even with your eyes closed and mind completely blank, you know it’s him. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers to you “You look stunning darling.” His accent is thick, pent up tension becoming obvious. 
Your smile turns to a smirk as you lean into him, your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck and you pull lightly, “you’ve been ignoring me all night Thomas.” 
His hands rub up and down your sides as he contemplates his answer, you weren’t technically wrong, he had been waiting for you to come to him most of the night, seeing how long you could hold out before it all became too much, until the waiting became too much. It’s a game you two like to play and usually he won, you would make your way to his side and you’d find yourself pressed up against the wall in his room before you knew it. But tonight you had decided to hold out, because you needed that reassurance, you needed to feel victorious over him for once. 
“Can never ignore you love,” his lips are now rolling down your neck, finding your sweet spot, the place he knows makes your knees weak.
And then he’s dragging you by the hand up the stairs to the left and into his room down the hall. You catch a look at his unmade bed before you're pushed back against the door that had just slammed shut. He’s kissing you then, his lips rough against yours as he takes what he wants from you. You knew the night would end like this, not that you’re disappointed, just dreading the morning after, you leave and you two go back to acting like friends once again. 
He knew the night would end like this too, he only ever had eyes for you, at least for the last year and he can’t seem to get you out of his head, although he would never tell you or anyone else that, he had a reputation to uphold. 
But now, as he stands with the girl of his dreams kissing him, maybe falling doesn’t sound so bad, maybe this could be it for him, maybe you could be it for him, and before he can stop himself, he’s pulling away from your lips, just enough space so he can speak, his heart hammering and his ears ringing, he lets out those three little words he swore he would never say to you, “I love you.” 
Your heart stops, everything freezes all at once, the music downstairs can no longer be heard as you completely focus on the man in front of you. You breathe out a small “what” before your brain goes into autopilot. You’re shoving him off you, pushing him away both physically and mentally as you start to close yourself off from him. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go, and now everything is ruined. 
Tom’s frozen, his feet stuck where they are as he tries to comprehend what the hell just happened. He can’t believe himself, how could he let his happen, how could he ruin the best thing he had going for him, god why did he have to be so stupid. 
Finally he finds his composer, just in time to see you open his bedroom door and quickly leave the room, he wants to chase after you. Wants nothing more than to go down the stairs and find you in the sea of people but he can’t bring himself to move. 
With a broken heart and a quivering lip he watches you completely remove yourself from him and he can’t help but think that he can’t fix it this time.
a/n: feedback is appreciated :)
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faefictions · 2 years
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Lonely People Master List
(Finished as of Dec 31 2022)
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16 
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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noellie-writes217 · 2 months
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Unemployed and Uneducated
Summary: Peter is desperate for a job after months of living on his own
Warnings: none really, just a few mentions of loneliness and a lost relative
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“Peter Parker?” A woman from the unemployment office calls into an overall dejected lobby. Peter looks up from holding his head in his hands as his knee bounces anxiously.
The same few thoughts flood his brain:
* I’m pathetic
* I can’t do this much longer
* I can’t do anything
* I need help
- Who the hell could I ask?
- I’m fucking alone!
- I couldn’t save May, who else can’t I save?
* I am so fucked in the head
- Lost everyone
1. First my parents
2. Ben
3. Tony
4. May
5. Everyone else, including my best friend, my doppelgängers, and of course, the love of my life
Man this shit is gonna give me a complex
* I am so depressed
- I should get medication
- I can’t afford medication
- That’s why I’m at a fucking unemployment agency
* And I’m back to being pathetic
“Here,” Peter pushes away all of those invasive thoughts for the next fifteen minutes in that woman’s office. She types his name into her computer and pushes her glasses up, as if that will change the astonishing lack of… anything.
Peter sits there, awkwardly, eyes darting around the room as if he has no clue about what she’s seeing— not seeing on that screen.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think we’ll just have to “build your resume on print.” The red haired middle aged—Gina, Peter reads the name on the plaque on her desk— grabs a pen and some paper.
“So where did you graduate?”
“Oh, I uh… I had to, uh… dropout…?”
Gina nods and writes something down on the paper. She kinda reminds Peter of a glorified guidance counselor… but maybe a little meaner. “Look Peter, I’m not gonna lie to you, this isn’t looking good for you. Without a GED and a diploma shits gonna get real difficult. I seriously recommend you getting that GED. I can’t give you some entry level jobs to start until you get that degree.”
Now it’s Peter’s turn to nod.
“So tell me about what you like to do.”
‘Apparently, I like to self sabotage a lot.’ He filters himself so he doesn’t projectile word-vomit all over this stranger’s office.
“I wanted to be an engineer. I had my sights set on MIT before I had to drop out.”
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Trying to think of a time before a traumatic event is extremely difficult. A victim of rape can be triggered by something that once was innocent, like a lemonade stand; a son who used to be pushed by his father on the football field might not be able to play football ever again after they stop talking to their father; a victim of domestic violence might not be able to respond to sudden movements from their partners the same way. And for all of those people, looking back on their memories before the abuse might be difficult to do with a totally unbiased opinion.
Something’s you never forget, like the way Aunt May felt in Peter’s arms just before she died. Or the words she spoke in those final moments, the same words his uncle Ben said when he died.
‘Nothing will ever be the same.’
Peter can’t afford flowers for May’s grave, but he still visits her grave three times a week on average, no less than two in that span.
And that’s where he is right now. Sitting across from her grave stone with his journal between the hedge and him.
“So I’m still looking for a job, and I haven’t really had time to make friends, but it’ll get better soon…” as soon as he feels a tear fall down his right cheek, he sniffles, blinks. And uses his sleeve to wipe it all away.
“Good God, May. Why didn’t you tell me it’d be so hard to make it on my own?” He chuckled somberly, the same way anyone would when they were trying to hide their emotions.
“I don’t want to keep going.” He cries. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You can.” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice says from behind him. “She’d want you to.”
It’s Happy.
Peter closes the journal and stands up as fast as possible for him.
“Sorry,” Happy starts, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”
Peter hides his face and can’t even bring himself to self to glance at Happy even by accident, “No no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I should probably leave anyways.” He starts to step away but Happy takes hold of his jacket sleeve.
“Wait, let me take you to get something to eat,” He smiles, “please. My treat.
Tom takes a moment to consider the offer. The most surprising thing about his moment of hesitation is the fact that he thought about saying no.
“Why would you want to take a stranger out to eat?” He asks.
“I don’t know. You just remind me of someone that I can’t quite place.”
Peter smiles with a glint of hope in his eyes.
— — —
“So,” Happy starts as Peter munches on his cheeseburger, “what’s a young kid like you doing visiting someone’s grave instead of going to school?”
Peter puts down the burger, “I had to drop out actually.” Happy leans back on the booth bench.
“It’s not drugs or anything,” Peter reassures the older man, “I just don’t have the money for anything and I need to earn money for rent.”
“So was May helping you with that before she died?” Happy asks.
Peter debates being forthcoming about his past, but decides against it because he doesn’t have the strength anymore. He lost that at the Statue of Liberty.
“Yeah. My parents died and she always managed to find someway to help me.” Peter smiled.
“I was her boyfriend,” Happy begins, “she never mentioned you. Peter, are you hiding something?” Peter gets a l little nervous.
“I went to the soup kitchen after school. She helped so many that she probably had no idea the effect she had on me.” He covers his ass.
Happy is still suspicious but doesn’t push. “Well, Peter, you seem like a good kid. I’m sure everything will work out eventually.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.”
“So where’s the first place on your list?” He asks.
“What?”
“You said you’re looking for a job, tell me where you’re looking and I can give you a ride.”
“Stormy’s Autobody.”
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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love you to the moon and to saturn (t.h)
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tom holland x reader
summary: tom wants to get matching tattoos with his girlfriend, but things don't always go according to plan
warnings: knives, mentions of injury from knife, mention of mutilation? threatening behavior, cursing
a/n: i want to preface this with two points:
i know tom has a tattoo already, and also would not be this much of a wimp lol. suspension of disbelief, guys.
this is possibly the dumbest thing i've ever written. it's pure stupidity. but sometimes you just have to write something to get you back into the swing of things, you know?
enjoy <3
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It was Tom’s idea. He waited until you’d sat down to breakfast with the rest of the boys, sliding his phone across the table to you as you took a spoonful of your cereal. 
“I think we should get matching tattoos.”
Your eyes widened as you picked up his phone, examining the photo he had opened. It was a close up of two wrists, each with a tiny crescent moon and a delicate saturn, with tiny stars dotted around the image. 
“Do you like it? I thought it was kinda like, ‘love you to the moon and to saturn’, y’know?” Tom continues eagerly. “I’ve been looking for a few weeks now and that one just came up and I was like yeah, that’s the one.”
Your heart swells at the thought of Tom sitting there, scrolling through his phone to find the perfect couple’s tattoo for you and himself, so you nod. 
“Hun I love it, but are you sure you’re brave enough?” you tease. “I mean, tattoos HURT. Badly.”
Tom smirks, rolling his shoulders back and running a hand through his coffee-coloured curls. 
“It can’t be that bad. I’ll be fine.”
You shrug. 
“Alright then, speak now or forever hold your peace. 
Tom nods. “Yeah, let’s get matching tattoos.”
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The five of you traipse into the nearest tattoo parlour later that morning, you, Tom, Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine, the latter three who had insisted on coming with for ‘moral support’. You weren’t sure how much moral support they were really offering though, as they ambled around the small lobby, pointing at photos of completed tattoos pinned on the wall. 
“Cor, look at this poor fucker’s tattoo!” Tuwaine guffaws. “It’s horrendous.”
“Harry, look you could get Eminem tattooed on your arm as an M&M!” laughs Harrison, earning himself a brief smack from Harry. 
“Boys!” you say sharply to get their attention. Gesturing to the tattoo artist hovering a needle over your wrist, you ask, “are you giving support or what?”
The boys hurry over, gathering around you and watching in awe as the tattoo artist began to work, the design slowly taking shape. You grit your teeth, glancing up at the ceiling to distract yourself from the pain. 
“Is it really bad, darling?” coos Tom, giving your free hand a gentle squeeze. “Squeeze my hand if it hurts too much, alright?”
“God, she’s not even wriggling,” Harrison whispers in awe.  
“She’s like a statue,” agrees Tuwaine. 
“A statue that’ll give you both a smack around the head if you don’t back up a bit and give me a bit of space,” you grumble, both boys recoiling quickly and giggling. 
“Aaand, all done!” announced the tattoo artist, covering it in plastic for protection. He quickly explained the aftercare process and you nodded, half listening as you admired the delicate pictures on your wrist. 
Tom presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. 
“Did so well, love,” he whispers as you switched places. 
“Alright, ready for me to begin?” the tattoo artist asks Tom as he prepared a fresh needle and situated himself near Tom’s wrist. 
Tom nods, and everyone jumped quickly as your phone began to ring loudly. 
“Shit, sorry,” you muttered, stepping away from the group as you answered it. 
“Hello?”
“Y/N? It’s Emily.” the voice on the other end said impatiently. “From work?”
You rolled your eyes. Emily from work, on a Saturday? She’d better be joking. 
“Hey Emily. Everything okay?” you ask politely. 
“Not really.” she sniffs impatiently. “Both Martine and Tiffany have called in sick and it’s just me trying to hold down the fort over here. We really need you to come in.” she says, not bothering to ask if that worked with your schedule. 
“Oh, really?” you say, pressing a hand to your forehead in annoyance. 
“Yeah. Can you get here in half an hour?” 
You sigh. You’d really like to tell her exactly where to stick it, seeing as you’re not scheduled to work Saturday and barely get to see your boyfriend as it is, but it’s also a reasonably new job and you’re still trying to make a good impression. 
“Okay. I’ll be there in 25.” you say, and Emily hangs up without so much as a thank you. 
Sighing, you turn back to deliver the news to the boys and the tattoo artist who hovers over Tom’s wrist, waiting to start. 
“I’m sorry, I don’t wanna leave you baby, but you know it’s a new job and they really need me there today, I’l probably only be there for an hour or so-”
“Darling, it’s okay.” Tom interrupts your rambling. “You go. I’ve got the boys here, and it’s just a tattoo, I’ll be fine. I’ll see you later, okay?”
You nod, giving him a quick kiss, waving goodbye to the boys and thanking the tattoo artist again before rushing out the door and bracing the cold London wind, small tattoo protected by it’s plastic covering. As the door closes behind you, a loud squawk and a large thump echoes from the tattoo parlour but you’re in a rush so you can do nothing but shrug it off and hurry to work. 
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Kicking off your shoes in the hallway and dropping your bag on the sofa, you’re surprised to be met with an empty house. You were only at work for around two hours, but still, how did you beat the boys home? You check your phone and see no missed calls or texts from them so you shrug, plopping down on the sofa and picking up your book.
Just as you begin to get into the story again, a flurry of yelling and stumbling, boys giving orders and complaining sounds from the hallway and you almost drop your book as Tom enters the living room, white as a sheet with a strange sheen of sweat on his forehead, half-dragged and half-carried by Harrison and Tuwaine, while Harry followed behind, chucking hysterically to himself at his older brother’s pain. Tom’s holding his arm out as if he’s scared for it to touch the rest of his body and you glimpse the tattoo on his wrist, not covered in plastic wrapping. Or…is that the tattoo? It seems smaller than yours- it’s half a tattoo?
“Oh my God, what happened?” you cry, eyes wide at the sight in front of you. “Did the tattoo artist mess it up? Did you have an allergic reaction?”
“He MAIMED ME,” shrieks Tom, panting loudly. “That FUCKER!”
“I didn’t think he was a fucker.” you say quietly. “I thought he was pretty good.”
“It was TORTURE” Tom moans, flopping unceremoniously onto the sofa in his state. 
“He couldn’t do it,” chuckles Harry. “He was begging and pleasing for the tattoo guy to stop when he’d barely gotten a quarter of the way through.”
“Soon as the guy lifted the needle for a second so Tom would stop screeching like a fuckin’, a fuckin’, banshee, he was up out of that chair like a rocket and running out to the car. We had to chase him through half the bloody streets of London!” finishes Tuwaine. 
As you stroke Tom’s hair, trying to hold in a giggle as you assess the situation, Harrison starts rootling around in the nearby drawer, pulling out a small, glinting object. He approaches Tom, brandishing it with a grim expression. 
“Put your wrist on the coffee table.” he says calmly. 
“The fuck? NO!” yells Tom, scrambling on the carpet to get away from his best friend. “Get away from me, you nutter!”
“No mate of mine is going to be the laughing stock of the internet,” says Harrison, crouching down and pinning Tom’s arm down using his knee. 
“Harrison, get away from my boyfriend!” you yell, trying to push him off but to no avail. 
“Mate, c’mon, maybe this is a bit excessive, yeah?” questions Tuwaine. 
“DO IT, DO IT, DO IT,” chants Harry with glee. 
“Okay mate, hand over the knife. There’s no need to brand the little guy.” says Tuwaine, worry crossing over his features. 
“The…what? What knife?” says Harrison crossly. “I’m not BRANDING anyone! It’s Y/N’s blimmin’ EYELINER, which I’m going to use to DRAW the rest of it on. We’ll just take it in turns to draw the rest of Tom’s tattoo on before he leaves the house every morning.”
Everyone sucks in a breath of realisation as Harrison gently draws the rest of the tattoo on Tom’s wrist with surprising accuracy. Tom holds up his arm in victory as everyone admires his finished ‘tattoo’. 
“Did you all really think I was gonna slice his skin off so it would grow back, un-tattooed? Or carve the rest of the tattoo into him with a knife?” asks Harrison in disbelief, glancing around the room. 
You, Tuwaine and Harry are all suddenly very interested in examining the carpet and the pot plant on the coffee table, averting your embarrassed eyes. Tuwaine reaches underneath the coffee table and holds up a small cardboard box. 
“Anyone up for a game of Boggle?”
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tysm for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3
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heytherejulia · 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
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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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jahayla-parker · 1 year
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Who wants me to drop my moodboards? I have at least one for each wip and the completed works scheduled to be posted soon ☺️
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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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suckerforfantasy · 2 years
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Hello, I am currently very bored and wouldn't mind to write something requested. Ask anything, fluff, smut, angst I write it.
Current fandoms I can write for are:
The Sandman (Netflix)
Moon Knight or MCU in general
Criminal Minds
Harry Potter (Marauders era)
Maze Runner
Good Omens
Shadow and Bone
Six of Crows
Hawaii Five - O
Wednesday (Netflix)
Young Royals (Netflix)
Dead Poets Scociety
Actors:
Marvel Actors
Tom Sturridge
Cillian Murphy
Henry Cavill
Edvin Ryding
But I can also write for anyone I haven't mentioned here, just ask. OC or Y/N story are also offered.
I want to start writing more and I would appreciate any support or ideas I get from you.
Lot's of Love,
~suckerforfantasy
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izziejomarbles · 2 years
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For Real This Time Part 2
per request, here is part two for you all who love hurting. i really enjoyed writing this one, and thank you for all the wonderful feedback.
thank you @lyraficrecs for support and lovely comments.
tws: grief, angst, potential suicidal thoughts?
‘My husband was hit by a semi truck. He…he was brain dead when we got to the hospital.’
Everyone around you nodded. Encouraging you to continue. Everyone once and a while, someone would move, and a chair would squeak. This was your first week at grief group, and you hated it. You had moved back to California for the month, spending time with your parents even though you knew you should be spending it with Tom’s.
‘And I’ve been selfish. Everyone gives you a certain amount of time, to grieve, you know? But I can’t see this stopping. I can't see the light at the end of the tunnel.’
The counsellor nodded, before handing you a slip of paper.
‘I can see why you would feel that way. If you need help with suicidal thoughts, call this number.’
You looked down at the small slip, and you recognised the number. It was on the sheet the hospital gave you when you left after that day. You threw it in the bin on your way out.
‘Harrison, I promise I’ll be back next month. Yeah, yeah. I miss you too. Send my love to the family. I love you too, Haz.’
You hung up the phone, and put your head into your hands.
‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’
You kicked the low stone wall in front of you, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You looked up at the sky, trying to blink away the tears, standing in front of your parents house, wondering what Tom would think of you now. Running away from everything and everyone.
‘Fuck!’ You cried out.
You quickly heard steps towards the front door, and it opened for you to see your mothers concerned complexion.
‘Sweetheart? Is everything okay out here?’
You quickly nodded, taking a step inside the house.
‘I’m fine. I just tripped on the way to the door.’
‘Oh. Well, if you need anything, I’m here. Everyone is here for you.’
Your mother had been shoving positive quotes down your throat since the day you arrived. ‘Everything happens for a reason’ and all that.
‘I know, mum. I know. So, Harrison called today.’
Your mothers eyes lit up with the prospect of you talking to a friend.
‘Oh, Harrison. I like that boy. Very polite. Very handsome.’
You rolled your eyes.
‘Yes, that's Harrison. I just thought I could visit them? The Hollands? Just for like a week, but I just want to check it face to face.’
You could see the gears turning in your mothers head, like she was memorising plane tickets.
‘Yes! Yes, go. Have a little holiday with your friends. God knows you deserve it.’
You nodded, before pulling her into a hug.
‘I’ll go next week.’
She squeezed you with her thin, frail arms.
‘I’ll get your suitcase.’
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You spotted your favourite twins from across the airport, and nearly dropped your bags in excitement. Spending time with your parents had been wonderful, but you had really missed your second family, whom you were used to spending every second with.
‘Harry! Sam!’
You wrap your arms around your brothers, and you almost burst into tears at the revelation that they weren’t technically your brothers anymore. They were Tom’s brothers, and yours by marriage. And you and Tom weren’t married anymore.
Sam pulled back and cupped your cheeks.
‘You look tired, y/n/n.’
You gave him a tight smile.
‘Long flight and all that. Let's go! I can’t wait to see everyone.’
Harry had tears streaming down his face as he linked his arm with yours, but you pretended not to notice. You felt awful. You’d run away from the people who you were supposed to hold up. After his funeral, you were supposed to grieve together and you just left them.
‘Where's Nikki? I miss her. I miss all of you. I’m sorry for not calling more.’
Sam gently put an arm over your shoulders.
‘We forgive you.’
God, you missed these people.
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Nikki had thrown a party. A party for you. Dancing, food, the whole lot. You couldn’t feel more guilt than you did when she opened her arms and hugged you. Now you sit in front of their fireplace, a hot chocolate in your hands, before you feel Sam put a blanket over your shoulders, before sitting beside you.
‘We all really missed you.’
‘Yeah. I know. I just… being here made it real. It made him being gone real. You always have nightmares and the fear hanging over your head, but…I wasn’t ready. I’m not ready. I’m not ready for it…it to be.’
Sam reached out and linked your fingers together.
‘I know. I know. I think Mum forgets. I think she likes to forget. She sometimes sets another plate at the table. She still says she has four kids. So I get it. We’re not ready either.’
A tear made its way down your cheek.
‘We didn’t have enough time, Sam. I’m too young to be a widow. We…we were building a life together. I just…it happened too fast. We were getting ready, and then…he just left. He was there and then he wasn’t. Like I blinked and he was gone.’
Sam shuffled towards you, and wrapped you in a hug.
‘Tom’s dead.’
He nodded against your shoulder.
‘Yeah. He is.’
‘I know there's never enough time. And at some point I’ve got to let go. But he was my husband. The love of my life. ‘
You pulled back and looked back at the flames shooting into the chimney.
‘That’s why I left. I know you’re family. But in my head, you were our family. Mine and Tom’s. That's why I couldn’t…I couldn’t be here. It felt like I was betraying him. Being here without him. I love you guys. I promise I do.’
‘We love you, Y/n. So much.’
You smiled at him, proud of the boy he’d become. You’d known the Holland boys since you were teenagers. You and Tom had gone to school together, before you moved to America for your dad’s job. But he followed you, pursuing his acting career. He always said he would follow you everywhere. You hoped that, even in death, he would still follow you for the rest of your life.
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The next day, you decided to visit Tom’s gravestone. You hadn’t been to the cemetery since the funeral, and you didn’t really plan on returning. But the boys wanted you to visit.
The four of you sit in front of the block of stone, engraved with your late husband's name.
Son.
Brother.
Husband.
Beloved Role Model To All.
You held Harrison and Paddy’s hands, who were next to you. You squeezed them before whispering into the cold, crisp air.
‘I miss you. We miss you. But I’m okay. I promise.’
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eddiemunsvns · 2 years
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i have an idea for an eddie fic but it would just be straight angst
no fluff or smut or anything else
only angst
is that something anybody would want??
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hollandfromhell · 2 years
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wasted youth - P.P.
summary: Peter's group of friends are split up when they all go to college, after they finally plan a reunion will him and his ex, Y/N, rekindle what they used to have? Or will their friends, Gwen and Harry, stand in the way?
pairing: College!Peter x College!Y/N, slight Harry x Y/N, slight Peter x Gwen, Ned x Betty
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a/n: who’s ready for a new series?? let me know if you’re interested or if this sounds like a totally boring fic idea! i’ll update the first part as soon as possible!
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rxreid · 1 year
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rory’s christmas event!
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spanning from november 1st - december 25th, i’ll be writing fics, blurbs, and matchups for ANY of the characters listed under the cut!
[masterlist]
here are some quick codes you can use in your request to save time:
blurb: 🧸
fic: 🍃
matchup: 🍒
blurb or fic/don’t mind: 🧋
i write: angst, smut & fluff!
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you can send in as many requests as you’d like (though if you spam many at a time, please don’t expect them all to be out at once!) for any options. blurbs will take the shortest amount of time to create, so i’ll be answering way more of those than anything else. matchups won’t be top priority, but i’ll still answer as many as i can! full fics, however, will be a top priority - but in a smaller quantity, due to the amount of time it takes me to write a full one i am happy with.
feel free to select some prompts from here, here, here, or here - but don’t feel obliged to!
as previously stated, the event won’t start until november 1st, but feel free to start sending in requests whenever!
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CRIMINAL MINDS:
- spencer reid
- aaron hotchner
- emily prentiss
- derek morgan
STRANGER THINGS:
- steve harrington
- eddie munson
- nancy wheeler
- robin buckley
AMERICAN HORROR STORY:
- tate langdon (no NSFW)
- kit walker
- kyle spencer (no NSFW)
- misty day
- cordelia foxx
- jimmy darling
- dandy mott
- james patrick march
- rory monohan
- kai anderson
MARVEL & X-MEN
- wolverine
- deadpool
- peter maximoff
- pietro maximoff
- bucky barnes
- steve rogers
- natasha romanoff
- yelena belova
ACTORS
- tom holland
- chris evans
- sebastian stan
- harrison osterfield
when requesting a matchup please specify gender preference & media preference. if you do not specify media, i will not answer. if you do not specify gender, i will assume you do not mind.
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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rendezvous (t.h)
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tom holland x little mix!reader
request from @thirlwallsholland for little mix!reader on holiday with tom and the boys - hope you enjoy !
a/n: i'm using jade thirlwall as face claim again for the smau posts for continuity
those 3 photos are also so wonky if you're on pc lol im so sorry - but honestly not sorry enough to spend 25 minutes fixing them. it looks good on the app on dark mode.
warnings: blood, injury, alcohol, maybe too much fluff lol
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The end of a tour was always a strange time. After so many weeks of living on the road with your closest friends, it was a shock to come back to reality. The end of this tour was especially hard, knowing it would be the last time you’d perform with your band for a while as you all took a well-deserved break.
Tom had witnessed the effect this had on you, and after spending a few days stroking your hair as you lay on the sofa binge-watching reality TV, letting you rest up he came to you with an idea. An escape from dribbly London, a holiday to celebrate and take your mind off of things. He suggested you invite the rest of the girls too, and once Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine heard about the trip they were all too excited to crash it.
So here you were, the eight of you sprawled out underneath the blue Bali sky, listening to the gentle crashing of the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on your skin.  
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The boys had eventually tackled each other into the ocean and you lay on a beach towel, surrounded by the rest of your band. In your relaxed state, you only half register the familiar giggle approaching your towel, accompanied with a grumbly, “watch it, Tom!” from Jade as he no doubt blocked her sunlight. Something cold and wet hit your shoulder, followed by a cascade of tiny drips pattering over your stomach and you shriek, opening your eyes to meet Tom’s crinkly ones as he stands above you, shaking out his wet curls over you. 
“Toooooom!” you groan, shivering at the cold water. 
“Y/NNNNNN!” he mocks, dropping down onto the sand next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 
“What was that for?” you ask. “I was sunbathing.”
He shrugs. 
“What’s the fun in having a girlfriend if you can’t bug the hell out of her?” he grins, knocking his forehead into yours. 
You roll your eyes, inadvertently snuggling into his side. You can never stay annoyed at him for long. 
“Anyway, I came over hear to ask you to play chicken with Tuwaine and I.” he says. “Otherwise I gotta have Harry on my team and he sucks at chicken.”
You snort into his shoulder, nodding. 
“Harry does suck at chicken.”
Before you even have a chance to decide whether to play, Perrie is hopping up off her towel, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. 
“Pez!” you shriek as she tugs you towards the water, Tom laughing and jogging after the both of you. “What the hell is going on?”
“A game!” she cheers. “We have to hurry, I want to win!”
You wobble slightly, grabbing onto Tom as you try to stay on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your legs. 
“Ouch!” he screeches. “My ears, love, why are you grabbing my-”
“Oh shit,” you laugh, bending down to press a kiss to his red ears in apology and sticking your arms out for balance instead. “Sorry.”
“Come on!” calls Perrie as she approaches, balanced perfectly on Tuwaine’s shoulders. “Are you ready to loose?”
When you’re closer, you reach out and rest your hands on her shoulders and she copies your action. 
“Ready?” calls Tuwaine. 
“Three, two-”
Perrie gives an almighty shove before Tuwaine can even say one, sending Tom stumbling backwards and you sliding off his shoulders into the water. 
“Perrie Edwards!” you shriek, coughing saltwater out. “He didn’t even get to one!” 
Perrie laughs as she and Tuwaine high five. Tom has recovered at this point and wraps one arm around you as you stand up. 
“Are you okay?” he laughs. 
You nod, tapping his shoulders to signal him to crouch down. He obliges and you clamber back on determinedly. Tom puffs his chest out as you approach the other team, preparing to win this time. 
“Is everyone ready this time?” laughs Tuwaine. “Alright. Three, two, one-”
“FIGHT!” you yell, pushing hard on both Perrie’s shoulders. She teeters backwards but regains her balance, pushing you back in retaliation. You both grapple with each other, and just as Tuwaine stumbles backward and you think that you and Tom have this one in the bag, she reaches out and pushes against your hip, pushing you off sideways. 
You scream as you fly through the air, hitting the water with an almighty splash. You fall so forcefully you go right down to the blue bottom, scraping your knee against a particularly sharp shell. Before you can properly register what happened and resurface, a pair of strong arms reach down and pull you up into the sunlight. Tom gasps in relief, holding you close to chest bridal style as he checks you over. 
“Darling! Are you alright?” he worries. 
You nod, blinking against the harsh light and giggle slightly at his protective state. 
“Tommy I’m fine! It’s not even that deep. I just got a shock, is all.”
Tom looks unconvinced and pouts as his eyes sweep over your legs. 
“You’re bleeding, darling.” he says, gently holding your knee.
You glance down and see that he’s actually right. There’s a gash across your left knee and a steady stream of red blood streams out, fading into the clear ocean water. Perrie wades over, looking guilty. 
“Y/N I’m so sorry babe! I got to competitive and you got hurt!” 
You shake your head, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 
“I’m fine you lot of worriers! It looks worse than it is, honestly it’s not deep. I’m fine.”
“I’m going to take you back up to the beach and have a look at it.” says Tom, wading out into the shallows. You roll your eyes but know you can’t stop him as he carries you up the beach, laying you on a towel near the rest of the group. Jade and Leigh-Anne have gone off somewhere and Harrison is out cold underneath his sunhat, but Harry shakes his head as Tom crouches over you, pressing tiny kisses to your knee and trying to wipe the remaining blood away, wincing whenever he looks to closely. 
“This never would have happened if you’d let me play chicken, Tom.” Harry laughs. 
Tom shoots him a death glare and Harry quietens, sensing how worried Tom is about you. 
“Sorry,” he mutters, turning to you. “Seriously, are you okay Y/N?”
You reach out and playfully smack the redhead, rolling your eyes. 
“For the last time, I’m fine! It’s literally a small cut and everyone’s acting like I’ve been partially beheaded or something.”
Harry snorts in laughter as he holds up his hands in surrender. 
Tom leans over to someone’s large beach bag, searching for some kind of Band-Aid for you. He chucks items in his way behind him as he does so, a tube of sunscreen landing in the middle of Harrison’s stomach who wakes up with an “oof”. 
“There’s nothing in here, darling.” Tom sighs. He stands up and reaches down, picking you up bridal style again. “I’m going to take you back to our room and we’ll find you something there.”
You nod, not even trying to protest as you know you won’t convince him. 
Harrison sits up, blinking as he adjusts to the sunlight. He catches sight of Tom striding towards the hotel with you in his arms and frowns at Harry who only shrugs at him, opening up a trashy magazine you had left. 
“Y/N!” calls Harrison. “Are you okay??”
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“He didn’t swim into you on purpose, Y/N” sighs Leigh-Anne. “You just happened to snorkel right into his house, that’s all.” She tries to reassure you as you all crowd around a table in a tiny restaurant, you cosying up in the corner of the booth between her and Tom.
“I saw the bloodlust in his tiny fishy eyes, Leigh,” you say, shuddering at the memory of only a few hours ago. “He had an evil plan.” 
Tom picks up his fork and brandishes it at invisible fish all around your table. “Back off!” he barks. “Back off, say I! Away from my girlfriend!” 
You grab his fork, placing it down on the table and knocking your head into his shoulder as you try so hard to stay serious at his childish antics. 
“Tom!” you hiss. “You’re making a scene.”
He shrugs. 
“I’m an actor darling, it’s what I do. The other thing I do is protect my wonderful girlfriend against supervillain fish plotting against her.” 
It’s at this moment that there is a simultaneous lull in everyone else’s conversations and all six heads turn to look at you and Tom, blinking for a second before bursting out in laughter. 
“Evil supervillain fish?” splutters Jade, as Tom buries his head in your shoulder. 
“You all heard it out of context,” he mutters sheepishly. 
You’re deep in a conversation with Leigh-Anne about a recent performance when you notice Tom has been uncharacteristically quiet. You turn to see him leaning away from you, seemingly invested in a photo Perrie’s showing him on her phone. Looking closer, you see she’s proudly showing him pictures of baby Axel. “Oh, and look at this one with him and Hatchi,” she coos. 
Tom gives ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ in all the right places, nodding and grinning with his eyes trained on the phone but he drums his fingers on the table, fidgeting and shifting in his seat. Before you can ask if he’s okay, you’re all distracted by the food arriving. Once everyone’s started eating you lean into his side and put your mouth near his ear. 
“Hey,” you whisper, conversation drowned out to the rest of the group by the chatter of everyone else. “Are you okay? Did Perrie ambush you with baby photos?”
He laughs softly, resting a hand on top of yours. 
“Don’t worry about me, love. Just seeing all the baby photos, it got me thinking and excited for the future.” he whispers.
Your heart skips a beat and he grins properly, pressing a kiss to your head. He gives you one last smile before tucking into his meal. 
“Oh my God,” he moans. “This is fucking incredible! Darling, you have to try some.” 
He scoops up some of his meal on his fork, twisting in his seat and placing his free hand under your chin so he can feed you a mouthful. He’s not wrong, the food is absolutely incredible and is made even better when you’re surrounded by your best friends in the world. The sweet moment is interrupted by Harry and Jade making gagging sounds and pretending to be sick from their end of the table as they try to glare at you and Tom, but neither can hide the shine in their eyes as they watch you two. 
As the night grows dark and the group is only illuminated by the colorful lanterns hanging above the table, Jade taps her knife against her glass, waiting until the whole table is watching attentively. Jade clears her throat. 
“Before we leave tonight, I want to raise a toast. Or maybe a few toasts, so we might need to get some more to drink over here. Firstly, I want to toast to the girls.” She glances around at you all, eyes shining. You can already feel yourself welling up and Leigh-Anne clasps your hand under the table for comfort. “You girls have been the best sisters for the last ten years. We couldn’t have done any of this without each other, and I’m so proud of everything we’ve achieved. Seven incredible albums, the tours, the awards, the music videos, the performances, the fans we’ve met, winning Best British Group-” you all cheer, Tuwaine reaching two fingers up to his mouth to whistle and Tom wrapping an arm around you and squeezing you into his side -“but most of all, our friendship,” Jade continues. “I think it’s fair to say that our friendship has gotten us through the last ten years together, and I just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate you lot. I love you.” she sniffles, raising her glass. “To Little Mix!”
“To Little Mix!” you all chorus, clinking your glasses and wiping away stray tears. 
“I’ve got a toast too, because I don’t think Jade can get through another one,” laughs Perrie, holding Jade as she sniffles and hiccups slightly. “I want to raise a toast to Tom and Y/N. Now, Y/N.” she begins. “We’ve always been a little protective over you, though God knows you don’t need it, really. I know we tend to tease you and Tom a lot for having absolutely zero boundaries and piling on the PDA when you’re together, but it’s only because we love you both so much. It’s been an honor to watch you fall in love, bub.” she says. 
“And to have been the three co-authors of every text Tom received from you for the first six months of your relationship.” adds Leigh-Anne, knocking her shoulder into yours. 
“Wait, what?” Tom laughs. 
“Mind you though Tom, Little Mix will reassemble to commit a felony if you ever hurt her,” pipes in Jade.
“To Tom and Y/N,” cheers Perrie, ignoring him and raising her glass. “For being Tom and Y/N!”
Tom buries his hand in his jacket that he’d tucked around your shoulders when it had started to get colder and rests his head on top of yours, basking in the moment with you. 
“And for paying for this trip!” cheers Harry. 
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+ bonus smau
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y/ninstagram☑️: on our way!
mixerjadeee: where are you going ????
↪️y/ninstagram☑️: Bali!!
harryholland64☑️: i'm literally sat right on the other side of you, where's a pic of me?
perrieedwards☑️: can't wait to see you guys again!
↪️angely/nn: ARE THE GIRLS ALL GOING TOGETHER IM CRYING
tomholland2013☑️: naa why do i do that thing with my hand
↪️y/ninstagram☑️: idk spiderman
dommoholland☑️: you've got that son of mine reading? witchcraft.
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tomholland2013☑️: how you feel about a rendezvous? time for two
tuwaine☑️: *eight
mixerhollands: he used a little mix lyric 😭
hazosterfield☑️: 🔥🔥
↪️tomholland2013☑️: back off bro?
parkersy/n: oop-
harryholland64☑️: how long did it take you to spell rendezvous right
↪️tomholland2013☑️: like 2 min i got yn to spell check
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junetuesday · 2 years
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tom holland masterlist
♡ a collection of fics, oneshots, blurbs, headcanons etc.
♡ all tom holland x female reader unless marked with a 👤 which means the reader's gender is not specified
♡ otp
All of the stories in this section are set in the same ‘universe’ with the same couple. Apart from 12 Days they’re not in any particular order so you don’t have to read any of them to get the others. 
12 Days of Christmas (and beyond): Series Masterlist // one 🔥| two | three 🔥| four | five 🔥| six | seven 🔥| eight | nine 🔥| ten🔥 | eleven | twelve 🔥 + valentine’s day 🔥 + june 1st  🔥
On The Subject of (Headcanon Series): Forehead Kisses 👤 | Neck Kisses | Hair Playing | Big Spoon/Little Spoon | Clothes Sharing | Terms of Endearment | Random Texts 
Smut
A Covert Operation
Got a Bed With Your Name On It
Pull Over
FaceTime
Keep Quiet
Beg For It
Wanna Taste?
Whistle
Jealous  👤
Missed You
4:31am
Polo and Prosecco
Mine
Uninterrupted
Fluff
Tom Holland vs Aunt Irma
Idiot.👤
Pop. Six. Squish 👤
#BestNine
Angst
Maybe We Could Go to the Movies?👤
Blurbs etc.
‘Distraction’ kiss 👤
‘Before bed’ kiss 👤
”We just watched Toy Story 3 and now we can’t stop crying”👤
‘Everyday😘’  (Pull Over add-on)
“Hear me out, what if we have sex?” 👤
Playing video games with Tom and his brothers 👤
Tom keeps a picture of you and Tessa in his wallet 👤
”Were you dreaming about me again? 👤
“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”👤
Bathing Tessa Headcanon 👤
10 Best Boyfriend Qualities  👤
10 Worst Boyfriend Qualities  👤
When it’s too hot to sleep in clothes...  👤
A surprise visit 
Physical v Verbal Headcanon  👤
Travelling when you’re sick  👤
When you’ve had a bad day at work  👤
Misc. soft shit headcanon  👤
Tom being a salty puppy when he gets sunburned  👤
That time Tom got sick on the press tour  👤
Snoozey Tom Headcanon 👤
Swimming in the sea
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♡ sweetener
Series Masterlist
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♡ au/other
Smut
Somethin' 'Bout You 
Thinking Bout You (FWB/Roommate AU)
Girls/Boys/Boys  (Tom x Reader x Harrison Osterfield)
Truth or Dare 
Forget the Bed 
When in Paris (CEO!Tom)
Release (Uni AU)
Girls/Girls/Boys (Tom x Reader x Female OC)
Good Girl (Mob!Tom AU)
Crash Course  (Fuckboy!AU)
Strange Occurences (Enemies to Lovers AU)
Safe (Friends to FWB)
“One Drink?” (Exes to Lovers)
Crossing Boundaries (Best Friends to Lovers)
Serendipity (neighbour!tom AU)
One Night (FWB/Uni AU) 
Fluff
No Lollygaggin’👤
Lovely👤
2AM 👤
Parking Practice 👤
...and they were roommates (roommate! AU) 👤
Facial Fractures and Mugs of Moscato  (Uni AU)
Angst
The Chain 👤
Absence (Uni AU) 👤
If It Means a Lot To You 👤
Gen/No Relationship Specified
Rock, Paper, Scissors 👤 (Roommates AU)
It’s Called Fashion, Thomas 👤
Blurbs etc.
Time of the Month Headcanon
Slow Down👤
Sing👤
Insufferable (Best Friends to Lovers)👤
Wake Up Call (Dad!Tom AU) 👤
Usual? (Coffee Shop AU) 👤
Parenthood Headcanon 
First time getting a BJ Headcanon
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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years
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The bet
A Harry Holland mini series
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Part 3 (the beat down)
Warnings : angst, cursing, fighting.
Taglist
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Masterlist
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Harry woke you up a few minutes later with a sense of urgency. He insisted you get up and get ready for another day together. You were confused as you sleepily got up and complied. A few hours later and you had gone to breakfast, went and watched the planes take off from the airport and then went to a petting zoo.
The sun was beginning to set as you guys pulled up to your spot and Harry got out of the car before grabbing a few blankets and setting up a little area for the two of you under the bridge.
"Harry," you said as he finished what he was doing.
"Yeah?" He looked up to you with a look of worry.
"What's going on?" You Wondered, he had been acting strange all day and you weren't sure as to why.
"I'm nervous," he admitted, "sorry, has this been too much?" He asked you.
You shook your head as you stepped over to him and grabbed his hand for him to stop. "Hey, it's just me, you don't need to be nervous," you told him bringing your hand up to his face and cradling it.
He shut his eyes before taking a deep breath. "What have you done to me y/n?" He asked. His voice was filled with conviction and fear, there was something so raw about the emotions you were seeing from Harry, you couldn't help but come to a resolve to an inner argument you had been having for the better part of a few weeks.
"I've just shown you how good it can be," you whispered, hoping he would know what you meant.
"I've never felt like this before, pretty girl," Harry whispered looking into the depth of your eyes.
"Just let go baby," you whispered as you pushed up onto your tippy toes and brought your lips to his.
He kissed you back, with more emotion than you expected, before pulling away.
"I have to tell you something," he blurted.
You furrowed your brows, but nodded, Taking a seat on the blanket. "Ok," you told him.
"Do you remember the first time we came here?" He asked. "Specifically the car ride," he elaborated.
You nodded as you stared at him. "Sure, we talked about how you had never been in love and if your heart got broken you wanted it to be your own fault," you told him, not sure where he was going with the conversation.
He nodded as he stared ahead to the water. "I meant that, you know, I had never been in love," he told you.
You stayed silent for a minute as you watched him, unsure of where his head was at. "Had never, or have never?" You asked finally.
He turned his gaze to you and gave you a small smile, "had never," he confirmed.
You felt your eyes water as you watched him. Did Harry love you? Were you ready to try this again? Surely things with Harry would be better, so what was the harm in trusting him, he had already shown you that you could.
You leaned across the space between the two of you bringing your lips to his and kissing him, this time he didn't break away, instead he pulled you towards him until you were straddling him.
His tongue swept across your lips before you opened them, giving him access as you buried your fingers in his curly hair, something you had wanted to do for months.
Harry groaned as he went to pull away, knowing if he went through with this and then told you after you would hate him even more. He couldn't do that to you, he refused to. So he cupped your face gently and pulled away. "I'm so sorry," he muttered as he stared at your big eyes.
"Why?" You wondered. "Harry, what is going on?" You asked him, worry filling your gut.
He stared at you with sad eyes before he responded, "Tom and I made a bet a few months back,"
You nodded at him signaling him to continue.
"He bet that I couldn't get a person of his choosing to fall in love with me," he told you.
You furrowed your brows at him, "that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard, you can't just walk up to someone and get them to fall in love with you," you told him, but the more you thought about it, the more confused you grew.
Harry had walked up to you that night you met him, and again when he offered to get you home, and to get your number. Harry had quite literally walked up to you and made you fall in love with him time and time again. "Why are you telling me this?" You wondered as you slipped from his lap and sat down beside him.
He ignored your question before continuing, "I called it off, the bet," he explained. "Because I knew, you know, I knew, and I didn't want to get too far in, and I didn't want anyone to get hurt," he told you.
"Why are you telling me this?" You asked again with tears building up in your eyes. He wasn't talking about you, he couldn't be.
He let out a long sigh before he looked at you with tear filled eyes. "Because the person Tom bet I couldn't make fall in love with me," he looked away before he mutter his next words, "was you,"
All at once you felt your whole world crumble. For a second time. "So what, I was just some game?" You demanded.
Harry shook his head frantically as he tried to grab your hand but you pulled it away from him too fast. "At first, ok. At first it was all strategic, but that morning I picked you up the first time we came here, everything changed for me, ok, I never planned to bring anyone here, but I just knew," he rushed out.
"Knew what Harry?!" You groaned as you pulled your legs up to your chest. You would not cry over this, you refused to let another person break you, even if this one somehow felt worse than the last.
"I knew I was falling in love with you," he said quietly.
Your head shot up from where you had buried it in your knees as you stared at him with your mouth wide open.
"What did you just say?" You demanded.
"I love you y/n, I swear, I never wanted this to happen, I never wanted you to find out," he groaned.
"So you were just, what? Going to hope that I never figured it out, then maybe when we were old and grey then tell me?" You shouted, "I trusted you. I let you in. I told you how much I didn't want to be played again, and you what, just disregarded that for some childish bet with your older brother?" You exclaimed.
You pushed yourself up to your feet and stared at him. "What did you get out of it?" You demanded.
Harry shook his head in confusion.
"The Bet," you clarified, "what would you get out of winning?"
He looked and you while his face blanched, before saying, "bragging rights,"
You felt your whole body radiate with anger. Bragging rights? Fucking bragging rights? How foolish were you to fall for him, and it was your own fault, Mal had warned you, other girls you shared classes with had warned you getting close to Harry Holland was not going to end well. And boy were they right.
"I hope you enjoy your bragging rights," you spit out before you turned and took off on foot back towards the school. You would yell at yourself later, but for now, hitching a ride seemed like the best option because there was no way you were getting in the car with Harry after all of that.
Harry stared after you, knowing that if he went after you he would just screw things up more. He had to give you your space, as much as it would kill him. He mulled over your words and his own actions and how terrible this had all been. Then it clicked. 'i hope you enjoy your bragging rights'
You loved him?
Probably not anymore, but Harry wouldn't stop. He would give you a few days, and then he was going to do everything in his power to prove to you that none of it was a game, he saw you at the end of the line, and there was no way he would let you go this easily.
Harry gave you five days, figuring that should be enough. Nothing ever came of the threats of the video so things had calmed down, and Harry was ready to go win you back. Which is why he was standing at your apartment door, knocking.
"Give me a freaking minute," he heard Mal groan before the door swing open. "Go away," she said without even a second thought.
"I need to talk to y/n," Harry explained.
"Yeah? Do you?" She seethed as she stepped forward getting into Harry's face and pointing a finger at him, "we'll get in line, because that stunt you pulled," she shook her head before backing up and grabbing onto the door. When she looked up to meet Harry's eyes, her own were filled with unshed tears. "She's gone Harry," and with another glance she slammed the door.
Gone?
Like he was never getting you back, or you had packed up and left?
He pulled out his phone and dialed your number, which hit him with the out of service noise, staring at his phone for a minute he was dumbfounded. Gone? No. No way.
He raised his knuckles on the door again, knowing anything that he could do at this point was out of sheer desperation.
"Go away Harry," Mal called through the door without opening it.
"Gone where Mal?" He yelled.
The door swung open again to reveal a pissed off Mal, "she left Harry, she packed her bags and left. I found out from a note that said, 'going to my happy place, thanks for everything,' " Mal explained. She shook her head before taking a deep breath, "look Harry, you fucked up, and you knew she was damaged, so now she's gone, and you need to accept that," she placed her hand on Harry's shoulder giving him a sad smile before turning and going back into the apartment, leaving Harry in the hallway like a lost puppy.
On his way back to his house he thought long and hard, trying to remember anything about a happy place. Maybe if he could just figure out where you were he could come to you and things could be fixed, maybe, just maybe, you would forgive him.
But after weeks of trying to find you, and calling your out of service number, Harry began to give up, swearing, never again would he fall in love.
It had been months.
Months you had spent alone in Scotland. Honestly, you were trying to escape your mind, but it kept sneaking in even when you didn't want it to.
You saw him everywhere.
In the old couple in the park.
In the rugby matches on the telly.
Everywhere you went, you found something that made you think of him, and it made your heart ache.
He had hurt you. Badly. But at the same time, he had come clean, he had been honest knowing it was going to jeopardize what the two of you had built.
He took a risk with his honesty, could you really be all that mad at him?
You stared down at the number on your screen hoping that you weren't insane for doing so, but you had to know.
You pressed the call button and brought the phone to your ear as it rang out. "This is Osterfield," he answered.
"Haz," you sighed, thankful to hear a familiar voice, "it's y/n," you said quietly.
"Holy shit," he breathed out. "You want me to go get Harry?" He Wondered.
"No, no," you told him, "I just, I need to know how he's doing," you explained.
There was a long silence followed by a sigh, "I mean he's not good, he spends most of his time away, I think at the place you guys always went, he hasn't been to practice, I don't think he's actually attending his classes. He's a wreck, he's going through his first heartbreak, and it sucks," Harrison explained.
"Does he hate me?" You asked with a broken voice.
"God no, he's hoping one of these days you'll show back up, forgive him for hurting you, and then probably agree to marry him or some shit," Harrison laughed. "He loves you, like genuinely, " he explained.
"I love him too," you admitted through tears.
"Then come back," he urged, a hopeful tone in his voice.
"I don't want to just be a game," you explained.
"It's not like that y/n, I don't think for him it ever was," he told you sincerely. Just then there was a noise on the other line.
"Did you just say Y/n?" You heard Harry ask.
"Shit," Harrison gritted out, "look I got to go, but I mean it ok, come-" the call cut off and you took the phone from your ear staring down at it.
Were you willing to forgive him? You shook your head as you answered yourself out loud. "You already have you idiot,"
The decision to get on the plane was probably the easiest you had ever made, getting off of it was another story. You knew that once you got through baggage claim Harrison would be waiting to take you back to Mal's where you would apologize profusely for leaving her with no warning, before heading over to try and talk to Harry.
As soon as you had your bags secured you walked out to find Harrison leaning against his car with a smirk.
"The ginger couldn't keep you away," he teased as he helped you with your bags. "He really must have some magic dick huh?" He asked you.
You rolled your eyes at that, knowing Harrison was only joking. "As soon as I find out I'll let you know," you quipped back.
"Wait," he said as you climbed into the car, shutting your door.
He rounded the car and climbed in before turning to you. "You guys never sealed the deal?" He wondered.
You shook your head, "there were a few times I thought we might, but he was always quick to stop it," you explained.
Harrison nodded, "fuck he does really love you," was all he said before peeling out of the parking lot and heading towards your old apartment.
You knew that Mal was upset with you for leaving, there was no question about that. But what you didn't expect was for her to smother your face in kisses as soon as she opened the door leaving poor Harrison to bring in all your bags.
"Alright ladies, I'll see you both tonight," Harrison announced before he left the two of you alone to talk.
"Your back?" Mal asked as soon as Harrison was out of sight.
You looked up at her big brown eyes and laughed, "I might have overreacted," you admitted.
She scoffed before shaking her head. "You did no such thing,"
You shrugged, "but he never tried to take advantage of me Mal, even when I was throwing myself at him, sure he was in on the stupid bet, but he never hurt me, not like he could have," you told her.
She stared at you for a few seconds before groaning. "You're going to forgive him?" She asked.
"I already did," you admitted, before she pulled you into her arms.
"Those Holland boys will be the death of us you know," she chuckled, squeezing you tighter.
You stared at the living frat house from the passenger seat of Mal's car. "What if he doesn't want to see me?" You wondered.
"Ha! Really?" She demanded, "that boy has been moping around since the second you left, he will probably cry when he sees you," she told you with a wink.
You nodded, before taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. It was now or never.
The frat house was always loud, so when the two of you stepped through the door the noise didn't strike you as odd as it had the first time.
Just like you expected the boys were in their area laughing and talking, all except the one you wanted to talk to.
Harrison saw you and hopped up, making his way towards you, "I'm sorry y/n I couldn't get him to stay, and you said you didn't want me to tell him, he left about 15 minutes ago," he explained.
Mal shot you a sad smile, "sorry girl," she muttered.
"Oh great she's back," you heard a feminine voice scoff from behind you.
You looked back to find a tall thin blonde girl standing a few feet away from you with a scowl on her face as she stared at you . "Excuse me?" You asked, thoroughly confused.
"It's just kind of desperate you know," she snorted, "he was only with you for a bet, but here you are running back to him," you watched as she rolled her eyes and the possy of girls with her chuckled.
You had never seen this girl in your life, and you were quite certain you had never done anything to her, but here she was talking down on you like you were nobody. "Let's be grateful girls," she snickered as she looked around at her girl pack before turning back to look at you, "at least we aren't desperate whores," she said with a scowl.
You were taken aback by what you had just heard. Whore? Desperate? Who the hell was this girl?
"Do I know you?" You asked her.
She chuckled, "no, but I know you, the girl Harry used for a bet, I bet he won it too, you probably fell right into his lap and gave everything you had to give, all for what? To find out you were just a pawn in his game? And yet here you are, running back to him like a pathetic lost little puppy dog," as she spoke the words she sauntered forward until she was standing face to face with you with a scowl on her face.
You hated confrontation. So much so that you would do anything to avoid it. But as you looked at this girl, who was looking down on you, something just snapped. You didn't even realize what you were doing until she recoiled back grasping at her bleeding nose.
"You bitch!" She seethed as she hurled herself forward, to her dismay you were pulled right out of her path and she fell to the floor where you had been standing.
"That's enough Olivia," Sam's voice boomed from where he was holding your body against his own.
"She hit me," the girl, Olivia, cried from the floor.
"You deserved it," Harrison told her from beside you. "Look, I get it, you're bitter about Harry not wanting to be with you, but that doesn't mean you get to be a raging bitch to her. You really think that's going to make Harry want you?" He demanded.
You shook your head, trying to think of what to do, you already knew where Harry had gone, so why stay and deal with this.?
"Can I borrow your car?" you asked Mal who was busy watching the scene play out in front of her.
"What? Why?" She wondered as she turned to you.
"Cause I know where he went, and let's be honest the only place you're going tonight is up to Tom's room," you chuckled with a wink.
Her face reddened as she pulled out her keys handing them to you, "you're the worst you know," she sighed.
"Love you to cuz," you kissed her cheek before sprinting out of the house and down the drive to her car, leaving Harrison and Sam to clean up your mess.
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