#harry holland fic

[alltoowelltom]

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

tom holland x reader

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

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

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

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

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

enjoy <3

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

“I think we should get matching tattoos.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It can’t be that bad. I’ll be fine.”

You shrug. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anyone up for a game of Boggle?”

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

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[landothemuppet]

Hi dear, hope you're having a great day/night (whatever time zone you're in). How would you feel about something angsty buy ending in fluff with Harry Holland and fem reader? Maybe something like reader mishearing Harry saying she's clingy and needy and distancing herself from him? And then fluff at the end? Thank you ❤️

Listen carefully, until the end, this time

word count: 1.4K

pairing; harry holland x reader

waring: angst, coarse language, low mental health

a/n: am i really disturbed because i really like to write this! Harry, my love, my munchkin, poor baby. This isn't proofread, so i'm sorry if this contains mistakes. In addition, I would really like to draw attention to: if anyone has mental health issues, or you feel depressed or anything, feel free to talk to someone about it or check out the apps that theBrotherstrust supports. Harry and Tom talk much better about it than I do, but I really suggest you take a look at the apps.

Misunderstanding

/ˌmɪsʌndəˈstandɪŋ/

noun

a failure to understand something correctly. 

synonyms: misinterpretation, misapprehension 

A simple word that brought you to the most distressing feeling of rejection you have ever felt. Curled up against the wall of your room, lying on the bed, with your head on your knees, you were sobbing while trying the worst possible scenarios in this situation.

Your work has taken a lot of energy these days, so you were looking for comfort anywhere you could find it. You felt that your mental health was dropping drastically and you clung to the few people who could give you the attention you deserved. Or that you thought you deserved. Yet it seemed that your boyfriend was establishing a distance between you that was gnawing at your insides. His face was cold, his thoughts often vague when you spoke to him. You felt the annoyance and gradually, a ditch opened. 

Harry was, however, the most thoughtful kind of boyfriend, sending you flowers for your birthday, in anticipation of the party he would organize for you. Inviting you to the restaurant simply for the pleasure of going out... a simple walk would put balm in your heart both. But this was different. 

The opportunity had presented itself for your circle of friends to meet for dinner at Harrison and his girlfriend’s. And you had to admit that, despite your mental health inflicting you a social anguish, you were relieved to be able for a moment, to enjoy an evening in all normality. 

Dating Harry Holland involved dating a number of people whose popularity was overwhelming. He himself drew a lot of eyes. Dating Harry Holland meant accepting that your life would be scrutinized in every detail and pinned on the shelf of the web. Thus, photos of you, whose existence you had totally forgotten, were found scattered on the internet, aggreminted by a multitude of comments ranging from simple: "who is she ?!?" to "look at me this bitch, she doesn’t deserve it". Harry Holland was put on a pedestal for many individuals, mainly female, and who had a particular look at your boyfriend’s brother: Tom. 

That’s why you decided to distance yourself from social media, like Tom did and Harry did. It was your boyfriend who had strongly advised you after having many times comforted you following untimely attacks by the Holland fan community. Your friends had at first believed that he was meticulously distancing you from them but you had argued so that they would learn the real reason: people could be obnoxious on the internet, masked by the smoke screen that was anonymity. 

So it was obvious that a touch of normalcy would do you great good. Meeting your loved ones and exchanging platitudes with them would raise your spirits where your Harry was unable to do so now. 

But you didn’t think that your need for attention would be as painful for your boyfriend. And as you were getting ready to bring him a new beer, while he was talking on the patio with Tom, you overheard a conversation that tore your heart out.

"You don’t understand, Tom. No matter what I do, she’s sticky and boring. I don’t know what to do."

There was a little pause during which you held your breath. 

"Try to distance yourself from all this, Baz. It can’t be that bad."

"That’s what I’m already doing, Tom. You don’t understand, I want to throw it all away. It breaks my balls and I’m getting sick of it." 

You didn’t wait a second longer to swallow your tears. You knew that Harry’s colorful vocabulary had always been loaded, he generally did not mince words. But hearing them in a conversation where you were the subject was the most heart-wrenching thing you’ve ever experienced. You shook Tuwaine in the way of your running, he stopped you the minute he heard your voice crack in your painful excuse to leave, sniffing shamefully.

"Hey.. Hey, what’s going on." he asked, worried. That man was a real sweetheart

"I.. I have to go, I’m not feeling very well."

"You want me to go get Harry.. I think he -.."

"No, no, please, Tuwaine. I’m just gonna go. I don’t really feel right now. I’m just gonna go home. Nice to see you."

Without delay, you grabbed your bag with haste and your coat before slamming the door, the sound causing the start of several guests. 

And so you found yourself alone, pouring your anguish into the darkness of your room; shared with your boyfriend, the silence confronting your sobs and inverted. You never thought Harry could have such a picture of you. You never thought your need for attention was so exhausting to your boyfriend. But you were there, dwelling on his words indefinitely in your mind. Torturing yourself with the possibility of an inevitable break up.

Steps filled the appearance, agonizing, dying. They seemed to be languishing slowly, as if Harry was enjoying being able to drag your breakup. The squeaking of the door sounded like the doom of your relationship: it was over and you knew it. 

"babe? omg what are you doing here. Is everything alright?"

Your sobs redoubled as you drew the rage of your messy feelings. You raised your eyes to the mass of curly auburn.With a strength that you were not sure you could draw from yourself, your body overwhelmed by sadness, you stood up, your eyes still overflowing with tears.

"You could have just told me, Harry. We’re adults."

"Tell you what? Y/N, what are you talking about?"

With a raw gesture you swept your tears from your face filled with sadness. 

"I really thought that..."

"You thought what?" he pressed you

"That you loved me. I didn’t think I was such a burden. I thought you could understand, you who advocate good mental health."

Harry stretched out for a moment, stung in your speech. He was lost but even more so since you accused him of not understanding you. Even more so when you confide in him that you felt, or rather that he made you feel, like a burden to him.

"What are you talking about?"

"From your conversation with Tom" you almost screamed, your voice broken by your sobs. "I’m so boring and sticky, you want to blow it all away. I’m the girlfriend so disturbing I’m obviously busting your balls." You confessed, using his own words.

Your boyfriend’s face bleached, struck by the realization before the color of his chocolate eyes, darkened by your argument, warmed up and lit up a little more. He approached you gently, placing a hand on one of your arms in a comforting way as you stood on guard.

"My love, baby... I was talking about the character of Malicia...in my script with Tom" 

You fell skinny, but fearful according to your - perhaps- former boyfriend. You knew that Harry and his brother continued to work on several scenarios, despite Tom’s busy schedule with his many film projects. You had been so caught up in your own problems that you didn’t realize your boyfriend was having trouble with his plans. You didn’t even seem to know that he had resumed writing.

"Your.. script?"

"Yes.. My female character is not endearing enough and I feel like she’s boring and terribly energy-consuming. I don’t know how I modified it to make it better, which is why I told Tom. I feel like it’s a reflection of my mental health right now. My mental health, not yours, baby. You thought I was...talking about you?" He shriveled but was really concerned about your sadness.

"Sure. You seemed so distant lately. And I tried in vain to spend time with you."

A slight smile came over his face before his arms surrounded you and hugged you. His lips came to kiss your forehead and Harry looked for your gaze, placing a finger under your chin so that your eyes would meet his.

"Listen carefully, until the end, this time." He smiled slightly, maliciously but profoundly tender. "I love you. I love you more than anything and you are absolutely not a burden to me. You know that I care about you and that when you are in trouble, you can tell me. I’ll be there. And I’m sorry if my behavior led you to think I didn’t care about you anymore. I love you"

Your sobs redoubled, a sudden relief from the anguish you had felt in the last few days, the last few hours. Your arms held Harry tighter against you as he sprinkled your hair with comforting kisses. You were releasing the pressure, relieved and happy to have such a perfect boyfriend.

"I love you," he said again and you couldn’t help but whisper "me too" very emotionally. 

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[babyparker13]

No thoughts just Harry playing pool 😩

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[heytherejulia]

Happy birthday my love ~ H.H.

pairing: harry holland x reader

summary: it's your boyfriend's birthday

warnings: pregnancy, swearing

word count: 1,4k+

Happy birthday Harry and Sam!

It wasn’t another normal Tuesday, although it kind of felt like it. However it was not only valentine’s day but also your boyfriend Harry and his twin Sam’s 24th birthday. Harry was out of town as usual working with Tom so there wasn’t that much partying and celebrating besides facetime dinner with all of the Hollands, best friends and partners and maybe a facetime date with Harry later that night if you’ll be lucky. 

You wanted to visit him but your shitty boss didn’t give you your well deserved week off so the best you could do was a video call and forcing Tom into giving Harry the gift you bought for him months before. 

It really bugged you that you couldn’t be with Harry on such a special day but it was beyond your powers, so you decided to do anything you could to make his day at least enjoyable. 

You called him first thing in the morning with wishes and spent around two hours just talking and catching up on the last few days when you weren’t exactly able to talk that much because of Harry’s busy schedule. 

‘I really wish I could be there with you, I’m sorry I didn’t make it babe.’

‘It’s not your fault love, we’re gonna make it up when I'm back.’ 

His smile wasn’t the brightest but you still could see the sparkles in his eyes. It made you both happy and sad, you really missed your baby.

‘I really hope you’re gonna have fun with Tom today, and don’t forget about the facetime dinner with all of us, your mum and dad really look forward to it.’ 

‘Yeah, I remember, look I gotta go now, we’re gonna talk later right?’ 

‘Of course, have fun tonight. I love you.’ 

‘I know, I love you too. See you at dinner’

Before you could say anything the line went silent. Harry’s voice stayed with you for the whole day. Why did he say ‘see you at dinner’? Did he mean over the phone or was it just a misspoke? Either way you spent your day helping Nikki with the dinner and getting ready. Harry wasn’t going to be there but you still wanted to be dressed nicely for the occasion. 

Right before the dinner you heard a doorbell. Everyone stopped in their tracks because you haven’t expected anyone else besides Harrison and Grace and Sam’s girlfriend, Clark who were already at your place. 

You went to the door with the feeling it’s just your neighbor who needed to borrow some sugar. You opened the door and indeed saw your neighbor Milly. 

‘You need to borrow some more sugar?’ 

She looked embarrassed. The thing about her was that she baked when her anxiety was kicking in and always forgot to buy extra pack of sugar or any other sweetener. 

‘If you don’t mind’ 

‘No, of course not, let me just grab it real quick.’

You came to the kitchen and saw the hope in everyone’s eyes. You felt terrible to crush it. 

‘My neighbor needs some sugar.’ 

You saw the sadness filling the room. 

‘Hey, maybe try to call them already, I’ll be back in a minute.’

Sam took his phone out and you went towards the door. 

‘Here’s the su-’

‘Hi darling.’

And here outside of your door stood not only Milly but also Tom and your beloved boyfriend. 

‘OH MY GOD’

You flung towards him and hugged him tightly. 

‘You’re here, your family is going to be so happy. C’mon guys.’ 

You greeted Tom and rushed them into the living room. You heard happy screams and your heart swelled. He was home for his birthday with his family, it was all you wanted since the beginning. Your eyes filled with happy tears. 

You handed Milly the pack. 

‘Let me know if the cake turns out good.’

‘You got it. And have fun!’ 

When you entered the kitchen to finish cooking you sighed deeply. For some reason your mind went into panic mode. Your second present for Harry was still in your bottom drawer waiting for the right time but now the closer it got, the more nervous you were.

You heard footsteps and felt someone’s presence behind you. You turned around just to peek at whoever came in. 

‘Tom. Why aren’t you with your fam?’

‘Wanted to talk to you.’

‘Oh.’

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just slightly nervous about the dinner.’

‘I’m not talking about this. You know what I mean. When do you want to tell him? When it’s out there?’ 

‘Cut it, Holland. It’s none of your business.’ 

‘Of course it is. It’s my brother and you’re like a sister to me. I’m just looking after you all’

‘I’m not ready, okay? It's a big thing, I don’t want to throw it on him on his birthday especially now that he’s so stressed with work.’

‘Do you really think that you will find a better time? There’s not gonna be the perfect one. Just think about it.’

He squeezed your shoulder and came back to the living room. You finished at the kitchen and brought all of the food to the table. 

‘Come on, let’s eat.’ 

The dinner was really nice, talking, joking, telling stories about the twins when they were kids, catching up. You remained quiet most of the time enjoying the happiness of your loved ones. Yet the closer it’s been getting to the moment you stay alone with Harry, the more stressed you’ve become. 

Around midnight all of your guests started to head out. You bid your farewell and went back inside to clean up a mess after the dinner. After a few minutes you heard Harry entering the kitchen. You were doing the dishes when he came behind you and wrapped his hands around your tummy. 

‘Hi darling.’ 

‘Hi.’

‘C’mon. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.’

‘I can’t, I need to clean this up.’ 

‘No no no no. WE can’t clean this up tomorrow after we spend our well deserved time together.’ 

‘Technically it’s already tomorrow, baby.’

‘Imma force you to come with me if you won’t do that voluntarily.’ 

He squeezed you harder and tried to lift you but you stopped him. 

‘Don’t do that.’ 

‘Why? What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing, just please don’t.’ 

‘Okay, love. Can we go to bed now?’ 

You nodded and followed him into your room. You both got ready to bed and got under the duvet. You were lying on your back and Harry was on his side playing with your hair. There were a few minutes of silence between you two when he spoke up. 

‘Is everything alright love? You’ve been quite distant today. Are you sure you’re okay?’ 

‘Yeah I just… I’ve got you a present.’ 

He smiled adorably at you. 

‘You know you didn’t have to, right?’ 

‘I do but you mean so much to me and deserve a world. Happy birthday and I love you.’ 

‘I love you too. C'mere.’ 

He sat you on his lap while opening the box. It was just a camera equipment you knew he wanted and you saw the pure adoration of his eyes when he looked up at you. 

‘Thank you, my love.’ 

He leaned in and kissed you gently but soon the kiss started to be way more passionate. His hands roamed around your body settling them on your waist under your (his) shirt. You pushed his lips out of your neck. He looked at you with concern. 

‘I’ve got something else for you.’ 

You reached for a small box in your drawer and handed it to him. 

‘What’s that?’ 

‘Just open it.’ 

He did as you told and opened the box. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His face was blank and you couldn’t read any emotions which made you even more nervous. 

‘Is this real or is this just a prank?’ 

‘It’s real.’ 

Silence. 

‘Look if you don’t want this you don’t have to stick around, I know it’s shitty timing but I figured you at least deserve to know.’ 

Silence. 

You were terrified. You’d rather prefer him to get mad and yell at you than the silence and uncertainty what next. 

‘Y/N’ 

You looked at him. 

‘I want this. With you. I love you and I’m not giving up on neither of you.’ 

Your eyes filled with tears. 

‘Hey, don’t cry, baby. It’s okay, come here.’ 

He held you close while you silently talked about your pregnancy. Some time after you both lied down. Harry spooned you and kept his hand on your still flat stomach. 

‘I’m scared Harry.’ 

‘I know. I’m scared too. But it’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Seriously, we’ll be fine. Get some sleep, sweetheart, it’s been one hell of a day huh?’

‘Yeah. Good night, baby.’ 

He kissed the back of your head. 

‘Night, love’ 

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[spideyssunshine]

pls rec me harry holland shit

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[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

The Bet

A Harry Holland Mini series

Part 4: let the peices fall where they may

Warnings : smutt (unprotected sex, oral) , probably swearing.

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Word count: 4.1k

(I didn't edit this in depth, so if there is any mistakes I apologize)

You had the drive to yours and Harry's place memorized even though you were never the one driving, even after your fall out, it seemed to be the one place you had longed to go to, because he was always there with you.

You saw his car parked up in the little lot and parked right beside him before climbing out and making your way down the little path.

His hair came into view first, the red hues looking like fire in the moonlight. You stayed out to just admire the view for a minute, it was after all, your favorite view.

"I had a plan," you announced, stepping forward towards Harry.

His head shot back to look at you as you made your way closer to him, shock and confusion written all over his face. "So when I showed up to your house and you weren't there, I realized I had to drive all this way, and I hate driving," you admitted.

You were only a few feet away from him now, a smile on your face as you watched him struggle to find words.

"You're here?" He asked, as though maybe he had been imagining you.

You nodded, "right where I want to be," you admitted.

You hadn't even registered that Harry had moved before he crashed his lips to yours, his hands grasped your ass pulling you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. Your back met the wall of the bridge as Harry kissed you like he may never get another chance.

"I missed you," you mumbled against his lips.

He lifted his head looking into your eyes, "you did?" He asked.

You nodded, placing your hand on his cheek, "so much," you whispered as you felt a tear trail down your cheek.

"Hey," he whispered, "none of that ok, let's go somewhere, do something!" Harry exclaimed.

You nodded as he set you down, "ok," just then the distinct rumble of thunder sounded, right before a torrential downpour began.

"Was rain even in the forecast?" You yelled to harry over the rain.

Harry shook his head, "I don't think so, whose car do you have?" He asked as he glanced back towards the cars that he couldn't even see through the rain.

"Mal's," you told him.

He nodded. "I'll have Tom bring her for it in the morning, come-on," he grabbed your hand as he began to run up the path towards the dirt lot but you stopped mid path making him stop and glance back towards you. “Let's go Y/N, we're going to get sick,” he yelled over the rain.

You shook your head before you tipped it up letting the rain pellets fall onto your skin. “I've never been kissed in the rain,” you exclaimed before looking back at him.

“Wha- Kissed in the rain?” he asked you with a smirk, “Is that what you want, Me to kiss you?” he stepped forward his wet hand finding your cheek, pulling your face close to his, your bodys were flush together, as the rain continued to fall. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered to you.

“Kiss me,” you told him, “Please kiss me Harry?” you pleaded.

Then his lips were on yours, and the world and all of its problems seemed to disappear.

The rain was loud and cold, but with Harry's hands on your lower back holding your body tightly against his while his lips devoured your own in an extremely desperate kiss, you could barely feel it.

"We're going to get sick," Harry mumbled against your lips before pulling away and scooping you into his arms.

You squealed as he began to jog to his car, helping you in before he rounded to the driver's side.

As soon as he was in he started the car and blasted the heat. "I'm soaked," you admitted as you glanced down at your sopping wet clothes. You turned to see Harry's brows raised with a smirk at your words.

"Perv," you chuckled as you rubbed at your split knuckles. You hadn't even noticed that after the punch you threw that you had split them.

Harry must have noticed cause he grabbed your hand bringing it into his view. "What happened?" He demanded.

You chuckled as you thought about what had happened. "Um, do you know Olivia?" You asked him.

He nodded as he stared at you.

"Well, I kind of- punched her," you admitted with a wince.

Harry stared at you with wide eyes before laughter rumbled out of his chest. "You punched her?!" He demanded, "god I wish I could have seen that," he shook his head as he brought your hand to his lips. You glanced out the window noticing the rain had gotten worse. "Are you going to be able to drive in this," you wondered. You glanced over to where Harry was staring out the window shaking his head.

"No, it's coming down too hard," he told you. He looked back at you and then glanced at his back seat.

You watched as he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head before he pushed his seat back and shimmed out of his pants. "What are you-" you were cut off as he climbed over the seat and began to lay the back seat down and grab the few blankets he kept in the back hatch.

"Get your clothes off," he instructed.

"Get my-" you looked down at yourself and back up to Harry who was trying to lay out the blankets to make a makeshift bed.

"Your clothes y/n-" he nodded, "off,"

"I cant- I can't just get naked," you argued, "what if someone comes?" You demanded.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "First of all," he paused as he looked up at you, "that is the plan, second, we have come here so many times and we have never seen anyone else, no one's coming," he assured you as he nodded at your wet clothes again. "Now get out of your clothes before you get sick," he instructed again.

This time, you had no argument, because he was right, you had never seen another person out here, and if you stayed in your clothes, you would more than likely become a walking plague, and that was something you didn't need.

You pulled your shirt from over your head and slipped your leggings off, letting them fall to the floor before climbing over the center console into the back seat with Harry.

He glanced up from where he was messing with something as you settled onto the blanket. "You came back," he said.

You smiled and nodded, "I couldn't stay away," you admitted quietly.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I should have told you, I should have never taken that stupid bet, I just -"

"I know," you interrupted, "we all make mistakes Harry, hell, I made the biggest one," you exclaimed.

He furrowed. His brows at you as you shook your head.

"When I left Markus, I swore that I would never fall in love again, I didn't want it, not then at least, I couldn't. It was so hard to put the pieces back together, and the crazy thing is I was relieved when I left him," you sighed. "When you walked up to me that first night, I knew, I might not have realized it, but I knew. And then the more I got to know you, the harder it became. You were like coming home after a long day, and taking my bra off, I fell so hard, I don't think anyone could have caught me," you admitted through tear soaked eyes. "I swore I wouldn't fall in love, and here you came, practically pushing me off a cliff," you chuckled.

"So, you love me?" He wondered with a grin.

"Bask in those bragging rights baby, cause I'm in love with you," you chuckled.

"Pretty girl, your love is more than I could ever need," he told you before closing the distance between the two of you and fitting his body above yours.

His lips smashed into yours as his body settled on top of yours. His hands were everywhere, grasping at your hips and tangled in your hair, everywhere, and yet not where you wanted them.

"Harry," you groaned against his lips.

"What do you want, pretty girl?" He asked you as he peppered kisses down your jaw and towards your collar bone. He slipped your bra strap off of your shoulder before his lips trailed down your chest. He pushed the cup of your bra (which was wet) down before attaching his lips around your nipple, making an audible moan erupt from your lips.

"Harry," you groaned, "take it off," you sat up slightly as you reached behind yourself to unclasp your bra. Harry helped you pull it down your arms, throwing it to the front of the car. He sat up biting his bottom lip.

"Jesus, pretty girl, what are you doing to me?" He groaned as his eyes settled on your naked chest.

"Just showing you how good it can be, baby," you whispered, pinning your bottom lip between your teeth.

You were thankful for your choice in undergarments tonight, because we'll.you were a bit presumptuous with how your reunion with Harry might play out, and you were thankful it was going in your favor.

"You want to know how many times I've imagined this?" Harry asked with a husky voice.

"Yes," you whispered.

"You want to know how many times I've thought about burying my head between your thighs and devouring your sweet cunt, or how often I'd get myself off to the thought of having my fingers buried deep inside you while you screamed my name," he teased as he crawled towards you, "or how many times, I've imagined sinking into this pretty pussy and having it milk me of my release," he whispered before his lips connected with yours.

It was official, you were a whore for Harry's potty mouth because with just his words your body was quivering.

His hand trailed down from your throat to your chest as he circled your nipple with his index finger loving the way you arched into him, but he was a man on a mission, and he was determined to find a territory he had never discovered.

His hand glided down your stomach until he made it to the hem of your panties and stopped.

He ran his finger along the elastic band not actually dipping his fingers beneath the fabric. "You remember when you asked if you could watch me?" He asked with a wicked glint behind his eye.

"Mhmm," you moaned.

"Can I watch you?" He asked, you glanced up to find his eyes swimming with a mixture of emotions and fuck if you didn't want to fulfill every dirty fantasy that had ever crossed his mind.

You didn't even speak, opting to just go for it and pull your panties down your legs, but he briskly beat you to it, hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down your legs until you were completely exposed to him.

You let your fingers trail down your stomach much like his had, but instead of stopping above your mound, you continued down until your index and middle finger were circling your clit.

You had never done this before, don't get you wrong you had tried desperately, especially the last few months, after experiencing orgasms at the hand, well thigh and bulge, of Harry, you had been desperate, but you could never quite get to that point.

But now. With his eyes locked on your fingers working your clit, you felt the unmistakable building of an orgasm. You let your fingers slip down from your clit to your entrance, before teasing yourself and gathering your arousal and retreating back to your previous position.

You watched as Harry's hand fell to his crotch squeezing the most obvious bulge that was there. "Fuck pretty girl, look at you," he groaned. You slipped your fingers back down pushing two of them into your entrance before arching your back and letting out a moan.

Harry wasn't one for restraint, actually that is why he had joined rugby so young, seeing as the sport let him get out any pent up anger and frustration, so when he saw you working your fingers inside of your tight pussy, he couldn't help himself. Your eyes were closed as you pumped your fingers in and out, and he took the opportunity to lean down and attach his lips around your clit making you gasp in surprise followed by a pornstar-esqu moan.

"Holy dear God, don't stop, please," you begged as he lapped at you like a starving man.

You had pulled your hand from your entrance and now had it tangled in Harry's curls completely oblivious of the fact that your fingers were probably a mess and now so was his hair, but if he cared, he didn't show it. He trailed his tounge down your lips before pushing it into your enterence tounge fucking you into oblivion, and you shattered.

Your whole body quivered as your release washed over you and he. Didn't. Stop.

"Harry, Harry," you gasped, pulling him up as you became sensitive.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he wiped his face with his hand, "you tasted so sweet, I just couldn't get enough," he admitted.

You chuckled as you pulled him towards you kissing him desperately and tasting yourself on his tongue. "I love you," you mumbled against his lips.

He stopped and pulled away staring down at you with his pretty hazel eyes. It was dark in the car and the rain was still pouring down outside, creating a perfect little bubble for the two of you. "I love you," he told you, "I'm in love with you," he said before smashing his lips back to yours.

Everything about this moment was perfect, even if the two of you were currently making out nearly all the way naked in the back of his car

Harry kissed you like there was no tomorrow and when he slotted his body to yours you could feel how much this was affecting him. You pushed your hands between the two of you as you rubbed Harry over his boxers making him groan loudly.

"Fuck," he grunted. "It's been a while, so this will probably be fast," he explained as you slipped your hand into his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his length.

"How long is a while?" You wondered with a curious gaze.

He looked down at you with lust filled eyes before saying, "since about two weeks before we met," he admitted.

That shocked you.

That was months ago. Like nine whole months ago.

"Harry," you whispered. "You didn't -" you bit your lip shaking your head, "while I was gone?"

He chuckled at that, "couldn't get my mind off you pretty girl," he told you, "as soon as you walked into my life no one else has seemed to compare in the slightest," he shrugged his shoulders.

You squeezed your hand around his length, pumping faster. You wanted to make him fall apart how he had made you.

"I don't want to come in my boxers," Harry gritted out between clenched teeth.

You nodded before pulling your hand away and helping him slip them down his thighs.

You had felt Harry, but seeing him? That was a whole nother thing, and you were shocked at the sheer size of him, sure he wasn't short, but he also wasn't tall, he wasn't the biggest guy you had ever met, but what he was packing beneath his belt made up for any thing he was lacking, which in your eyes was absolutely nothing.

You hadn't even realized you were staring until Harry chuckled. "Why are you staring at it like that?" He wondered.

"Harry that thing is going to split me in two," you exclaimed.

"That thing?" He laughed.

"Yeah your thing," you said gesturing to his impressive dick.

He chuckled before leaning forward and bringing his lips to your ear, "don't you worry about a thing pretty girl, I'll get you all good and stretched by my fingers and I'll be able to just slide in with how much you'll want it," he told you before nipping at your earlobe, and oh God if you weren't ready to melt into a freaking puddle.

You leaned your head to the side as Harry kissed and sucked along the column of your neck making his way down your body again.

Little did you know he had sworn if he was ever given this chance, he was going to worship every inch of you, and not leave any spot of skin untouched, he wanted to show you how much he loved you, and cherished you, and if working you over until you couldn't take it anymore was what it was going to take then dammit he was going to.

It wasn't until his lips finally made it to your waiting nipple that Harry realized something. "I don't have any condoms," he told you as he pushed himself up.

You shook your head in a lustful confusion. "What?" You wondered.

"I don't have any condoms," Harry repeated, feeling like an utter idiot. He didn't think he would need any because to be frank he never thought he would see you again.

"Forget them," you rasped as you pulled him into a kiss.

He hadn't really registered what you had said in the moment, so it took a bit until he pulled away from the kiss.

"Forget them?" He Wondered with wide eyes. He had never gone bare with a girl before… ever.

Frat rule number one was wrap your willy and don't be silly, but the thought of there being no barrier between the two of you? Fuck that made him want you that much more.

"I'm on birth control," you admitted, "and I'm clean, haven't been with anybody in a long time," you stared up at Harry who looked mystical in the light of the moon.

"So just what- pull out?" He asked.

You nodded your head as you watched him thinking. "We don't have to har, if it's not something you want then-"

"Not something I want?" He interrupted. "Pretty girl, you would be making all of my fantasies come true, but only if you're sure." He stared down at you waiting for your answer.

"I want to make every one of your fantasies come true, and yes, I want this Harry, I'm sure," not even a second later his lips were back on yours and his hand was sneaking down your body to your core.

He circled your clit gently until you were a moaning mess and only then did he push further down and inside of you.

He pumped his fingers in and out of your entrance while he trailed his lips all over your neck and jaw, all the while you were clutching onto his hair and shamelessly enjoying the feel of his fingers.

"Think you're ready?" Harry asked you suddenly.

"Please," you begged.

"Please, what a pretty girl?" He asked with a smirk.

"Please, I'm ready, yes Harry," you groaned in frustration as he pulled his fingers from your core.

He leaned forward capturing your lips in a desperate kiss as he lined himself up at your entrance and began to push in.

There was a stinging as he slowly sunk into you, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as his lips attached to a sensitive spot on your neck that he had become quite accustomed with in the last few minutes.

Once he began to move, his thrusts were slow and deep and there was nothing at all hurried about his movements. You quickly realized you and Harry weren't just having sex.. he was making love to you.

"Har-" you gasped as his thrusts quickened slightly and the tell tell sign of an orgasm began to dwell in your lower belly.

"I love you," he mumbled before bringing his lips to yours again, and kissing you fiercely as you finished.

As you clamped down on him it nearly made Harry finish but he held back to work you through your own release before pulling out and pumping himself a few times and coming all over your heaving chest.

You glanced down at your messy self and couldn't help but giggle. "Well that was hot," you told him.

He glanced around his car noticing all the windows had fogged up during your guys activity. "Literally," he agreed swiping a finger along his window.

The rain was still pouring down outside of the car with no looking of clearing up. Harry rummaged around his rugby bag before finding a towel and a bottle of water and helping you clean up.

"Are we just going to sleep in here till morning?" You asked as Harry laid down beside you and wrapped the two of you in one of the blankets.

Harry nodded, "might as well be right," he told you before kissing your head. "Go to sleep pretty girl," was the last thing you heard before the exhaustion of the day finally hit you.

Harry jolted awake to the sound of rasping knuckles on his window. It took him a moment to remember exactly where he was, and when he did he was greeted with Toms sly grin on the other side of the window.

Harry shook his head in confusion as he went to sit up, noticing he was very much still naked and so were you.

He pushed the back door open. "How did you find us?" Harry asked his older brother.

"Your location is on," Tom chuckled glancing over to where you were still asleep like the dead. "Car sex? Kinky,"

Harry rolled his eyes, "what are you doing here?" He wondered.

Tom shrugged and looked behind him to where Mal was sitting in the passenger side of his car. "She was worried, and you guys have her keys," he explained.

Harry nodded looking around the cluttered inside of his car before finding the keys and handing them to Tom.

"Here you go," harry said as Tom nodded.

"You get it all sorted out?" He asked his younger brother.

Harry glanced back at you and then to Tom, "no, but we will," Tom nodded before he took off to his car and shortly after both of the cars pulled away leaving Harry wide awake and you next to him peacefully sleeping.

There was still so much the two of you had to talk about, and Harry didn't know what last night meant. Have you forgiven him? Did you want to be with him?

He knew you would need to talk, but he just wanted to stay in this bubble a while longer, so he laid back down beside you and shut his eyes once more.

The weeks following your return, were hectic to say the least. Between trying to make it up to Mal for leaving and trying to convince the school board to let you return, with the help of a generous check from your grandparents you hadn't had much a chance to do anything else.

The morning after yours and Harry's reunion you had gotten dressed in your still damp clothes and he had driven you home and told you to take any time you still needed. You didn't need any, but with how hectic it had been yours and Harry's conversations had been scarce and mostly over text.

But today you finally had a minute,and you knew Harry was home because he had texted you saying he was. so you took the opportunity to go over and talk.

You knocked on the large oak door and were greeted almost instantly by Travis. "Y/n, it's good to see you," he told you as he stepped aside. "He's up in his room,"

You nodded in appreciation before bounding up the stairs towards Harry's door that was cracked slightly.

"I'm telling you mum, I'm going to marry this girl, she is who I see at the end of every line," you stared at his open door in shock with his words knowing he was talking about you.

"You'll love her mum, as soon as I make her mine we will come down and you can meet her," he told his mom.

You felt your eyes water at the thought that he wanted you to meet his mom and more importantly that he thought she would love you.

You felt guilty for eves dropping, but you knew without a shadow of a doubt that it wouldn't matter, Harry was it. Just like he saw you at the end of the line, that's where you saw him too.

So when weeks had passed, of the same old thing, you were confused.

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Hi, I’m Ellie :) can I please request Harry Holland x reader please thank you! Your such a good writer, absolutely amazing. The reader bumps into him somehow when he is with Tom and his brothers. They are all out after a day of work, They went to this cafe, where Harry sees you alone. He thinks your cute, his brothers encourage him to go talk to you. And he comes to sit next to you. He has good chat and flirty banter with you. Eventually, you trade numbers. You can add or make some changes if you like but the basic line is Harry likes you! Thank you so much 🥰

Hi Ellie! Thank you for the super sweet words and support 💝 Also, thank you for sending in another request! I hope you like it 😊 P.s. I started this from Harry’s POV and you’ll see why 😍

Warnings:

Probably typos as I did this on my phone while traveling. I’ll try to edit later!

Use of description as “fit” is used as British slang version meaning attractive not physically fit

May need to use Google to look up some slang terms? Is that a warning?😂 you can see some here and some others here

Note: names of cafes are made up and are not representing any actual places or the quality of their food/drinks!

Lush Mint Bistro: Harry Holland X Reader

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Harry’s POV:

“Mate we are not going there” Paddy tells Tom as they enter the car, Sam behind them. Sam sits up front next to me and rolls his eyes when we make eye contact. “What are they arguing about?” I ask, turning the key in the ignition to start the car. “Tom wants to go to Cafe Lillabell but Paddy wants to go to Nimpson Coffee and Bakery” Sam shrugs.

It isn’t surprising Sam and I have a lot in common, after all, we’re twins and are super close. Everyone assumes we’re the exact same but there are plenty of things we disagree on. However, the one absolute thing that we can always agree on, is that Tom has the worst taste when it comes to tea and coffee. “Cafe Lillabell? Really?” I ask and Sam nods and rolls his eyes.

“Tom, no, we’re so not doing Cafe Lillabell. Their tea is seriously minging bruv” I groan, pulling the car out of mum and dad’s driveway. “Ha! Nimpson it is!” Paddy cheers and through the rear view mirror I can see him fist pump the air. “You guys are such tea snobs” Tom groans. “I literally got food poisoning from there mate” Sam says, joining the conversation.

“Okay but Nimpson isn’t great either” Tom argues. I shake my head as I turn left. “Where are you headed? We haven’t agreed yet” Paddy says, noticing how far we’ve gone. “Lush Mint Bistro” I say, expecting all of my brothers to argue with my decision. I’m fully prepared to pull the ‘I’m the driver so I decide where we go’ card on them when Sam nods his head in agreement with my choice.

“Lush Mint Bistro is good” Sam says, turning to look at Tom and Paddy. “It was good when Harry worked there, yes” Tom admits, still pondering his decision. Not that it really matters, I’m craving this chocolate pastry that is only available there so the decision’s already been made. “But he doesn’t work there anymore” Tom adds in disagreement.

“Why are you talking about me in third person?” I laugh as I turn my blinker on to switch lanes. “Shut up you twit” Tom whines. “I’m just saying, you don’t work there anymore so we don’t know if it is still good” he rebuts. He’s partially correct. I had worked there as a server a few years ago but am now working as his personal assistant and videographer/photographer. It is a more upscale bistro and is mostly a “sit-down” style restaurant. Therefore, Maxwell the owner would have us servers be in charge of making the non-specialized teas, coffees, etc. so that the cooks/pastry chefs could focus on the specialized or custom drinks and handle making all the bakery items.

So Tom is correct that we don’t truly know how the tea will taste since I’m not the one working. But, the bistro’s reputation with locals and tourists still stands; and there’s a reason for that. “Div, I learned how to make it based on Damien’s guidance and I’m pretty sure he still works there as the manager now” I defend, trying to focus on correctly navigating to the cafe as it’s been awhile since I’ve driven there. “Mmmppfft, fine” he says, making a weird exasperated sound.

“Finally. You lot are exhausting. It’s just tea” Paddy mumbles and I look at him through the rear view mirror and notice he’s been on his phone this whole time. “You started it” Sam laughs. “I just didn’t want rubbish food and drink” Paddy remarks, making eye contact with me through the mirror. “I wasn’t expecting Tom to be all cheesed off” he shrugs and laughs at having caused Tom to glare at him. I laugh and move my eyes back to the road in front of us. “Let’s just move on” Sam says in an attempt to shut them up.

“Mate you’d have to spend an arm and a leg to get that car” Paddy says suddenly. I look to the back through the mirror while Sam turns to face them. From the rear view mirror I see Tom is showing Paddy something on his phone. Tom notices Sam and I watching and hands Sam his phone. “Paddy’s right but she’s a beaut” Sam sighs, turning the phone to show me. I momentarily turn my head to look at it before back at the road, “is that a Bugatti?”. “The Bugatti La Voiture Noire to be precise” Tom corrects, grabbing his phone from Sam as I pull into the car park.

“If you buy it, do I get to drive you around in it?” I ask gleefully. I know he’s probably just daydreaming about the car. Even though he’s made a lot of money off Spider-Man and his other films, he’s not a big spender. To be honest, none of us really are when it comes to big purchases like that. Tom laughs and unbuckles, “I’m not actually buying a car for eighteen million pounds. And if I were, no you wouldn’t be driving it”. I jokingly pout as I get out of the car.

“Harry! How are you?” Damien asks the second we walk in the door. He’s standing at the front podium in his uniform and a huge smile on his face. “I’m good mate! How are you?” I smile back. “Hunky-dory. Are you lads eating here or to go?” He asks, opening his note pad. I turn to face my brothers to ask if they wanted to take it home or get a table. But as I do, my eyes notice this smashingly beautiful girl and I freeze, my body part way between Damien and the boys.

“Here’s great” Sam laughs, punching my arm to get my attention. I whip my head around and feel heat rushing to my face. “Alright” Damien smirks and grabs a few menus and walks us to the seating area. “She is fit” Tom whispers and I groan. They caught me and are now not going to let this go. “Is here okay?” Damien asks and the boys stifle a laugh causing me to look around and notice he is seating us directly across the aisle from her. I glare at him and take a seat.

“I’ll be back in a bit” Damien laughs as he sets our menus down and walks off. The boys take their seats and are all smirking at me. “Could you not do that? All I did was look at her, it doesn’t warrant that” I sigh, shaking my head. Maybe if I don’t look at her again they’ll leave it alone. But my mind decides to torture me by instead replaying what I saw earlier. Her y/h/c hair is in the most wicked curls. I’m not sure if the curls are natural like mine or not; but she certainly knows how to keep them healthy either way. The curls perfectly frame her face and rest softly on her shoulders in perfectly conditioned coils.

“Baz” I hear someone say and her image disappears from my mind. Finally, I mean she can’t be that pretty anyways, my mind is just romanticizing it… right? “Hmm yeah?” I ask, focusing back on the boys. “Harry you’re clearly enamored by her. Go chat her up” Sam says with a mocking but encouraging smile. I shake my head. If she really is as beautiful as my brain is recalling, she’s way out of my league. It’s unfair how the red lipstick she has on makes her lips even more defined and full. It’s brutal how her y/e/c eyes manage to shine so bright I could see it across the bistro when she smiled at her friend. Oh Lord, her smile. Her- “Mate, you’re doing it again. Just go over there” Tom laughs.

I groan and rest my head in my hands. “Sorry,” I sigh, shaking my head as if that’ll send the mental images of her out of my brain, “I’m good now.” The boys laugh and seemingly disagree yet don’t say anything as they go back to their menus. “No, you know you don’t get to touch my camera” I hear someone say, causing me to look up and towards the sound. When I do, I notice the voice was her’s. She’s not British? Where is she from? It sounded like an American accent but I wasn’t paying enough attention. Wait… did she mention her camera? Is she a photographer too?!

“Fine, I’ll do it on my phone instead” her friend laughs. “I’m sorry y/f/n but I’ve already had to replace the lens twice and the whole DSLR body once from friends dropping it. Plus, we’re on the other side of the ocean so I couldn’t even replace it and I need it for work” she apologizes. No one other than a photographer or videographer would know those terms and go through replacing all of that. And she needs it for work? She has to be a photographer. I mentally groan, it would be a lot easier if she was rude or boring. That way I could just go on with my day. But instead, she seems really nice and has similar hobbies and interests which only makes her more attractive.

“Earth to Baz” Paddy laughs. I glare across the table at him. “We had to order for you because you were in a whole other world you Div” Sam chuckles. “Why won’t you go introduce yourself?” Tom asks, setting his phone down. “Because, she’s too-” I begin, finally allowing myself to look over at her. God, my brain wasn’t exaggerating, she’s stunning. “Too what?” Sam interjects and it’s only then that I realize I stopped mid sentence. “Pretty” I admit, running my hand through my hair. “Baz, come on, you’re a great looking lad, go on over” Tom encourages. I give him a thankful smile but still argue, “have you seen her though?”

The boys laugh and Paddy responds “mate, of course we have, you won’t stop goggling at her”. I blush and sigh. I should talk to her, I don’t want to miss my shot at any minor chance I may have with her. “I don’t even know what to say to her” I admit. “Anything is better than sitting here” Sam jokes, pushing my shoulder. I sigh and nod, raking my brain for something to say. “You could always use a pickup line” Tom says. I roll my eyes, “I’m not doing that. That’s not my thing and she seems like the type to not fall for that anyways “.

Before the boys can respond, I hear her laughing and I instantly melt at the sound. She has the most heartwarming laugh I’ve ever heard. I unconsciously smile to myself upon hearing it and I’m sure the boys are mocking me but I don’t care. I have to talk to her. I look over to her table desperately trying to find a justification to go over; even a tiny one would do. “Are you sure Y/N?” her friend asks. Y/N hmm? That’s really fitting. I take a deep breath and even though I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, I keep listening in order to hopefully find a conversation starter I can join in on.

“Yes I’m sure, the book clearly says right here that’s the British slang for making out” she Y/N says, pointing at a thin book she has on the table. “Oh Baz is done for. They’re talking about snogging while we all know Baz has been daydreaming about doing exactly that with her since we walked in” Paddy says under his breath and laughs. I glare at him, “knock it off. I just want to ask her out and see where it goes”. “So do it!” Tom exclaims, standing up.

My eyes widen, “what’re you doing?”. “Stand up” he says. For some unknown reason I comply and slowly stand up from my seat. Tom comes over and starts adjusting my hair and clothes. I groan as I realize why he’s doing this. “Tom I appreciate the help but I still haven’t figured out what to say” I sigh. “Baz just-” he begins but Y/N’s friend’s voice cuts him off. “Y/N, there’s no way that people here still say necking instead of making out” she laughs. “I know, it sounds old fashioned for sure, but that’s what it says” Y/N defends, pushing the book to her friend. I smile to myself, I think I found an entrance. It’s not a great one, but it could work.

“Why don’t you go clarify?” Tom suggests, seemingly reading my mind. I nod, “I also thought that”. He straightens my shirt again before literally pushing me in her direction. I take a few shaky steps as I regain my balance from the push. Here goes nothing… “Hi, my name is Harry” I say as I reach their table. Somehow she’s even more gorgeous up close.

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Y/N’s POV:

I’m slowly dragging my fingers down the page as I look to find any other slang we haven’t heard of so far. “Hi, my name is Harry” I hear someone say causing me to look up. I instantly notice how cute he is, his bouncy curls poking all the sides of his face as he smiles nervously at me. “Hi Harry, I’m Y/N, and this is Y/F/N” I say pointing to her.

“I hope it’s okay, I couldn’t help but overhear you discussing British slang terms” he says, his British accent thick and coating each word like honey. I bite my lip and nod, embarrassed that it’s clear we’re not from here. Granted the accent gives it away but now it’s clear we’ve not been here long either. He laughs softly, “well I just wanted to clarify that necking does technically mean making out”. He blushes before continuing, “but it’s mostly the elderly that use that term. Most people call it snogging”.

“I told you this book wasn’t going to help” I sigh, pushing the book Y/F/N insisted on buying from the airport towards her. “Thank you” I say, making the mistake of looking up at the boy Harry. He has the most contagious smile and, are those dimples?! “It’s no big deal” he says, smiling more. I try to take a deep breath but it’s like the air has all been emptied from my lungs. “Are you here on holiday?” he asks. Holiday, that term I know, we just call it vacation instead.

“Actually, no. We just moved here” I say, reminding myself not to give too much information. He may be the most attractive person I’ve seen, which is saying something given we’re in the UK and surrounded by gorgeous men with amazing accents. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a stranger still. His eyes widen a bit, “in that case, maybe you and I could meet here tomorrow for some tea and I can help you with learning the terminology?”

“Oh, I actually don’t drink tea” I say and mentally slap myself. Was he just asking me out? And if so, did I really just respond by saying oh I don’t drink tea?! Y/F/N kicks me under the table and raises her eyebrows at me, “clueless” she says as she ‘coughs’ to cover it up. If Harry wasn’t looking at me I would’ve glare at her and rolled my eyes. Instead, I bite my lip and look up, trying to think how to remedy my blunder.

“O-okay. I understand, enjoy the rest of your afternoon” he says, turning around to walk away. “Wait, Harry” I say, standing up and following him. He stops walking and turns back to me and nods softly. I blush, “I.. I’m sorry, I’m really bad at recognizing when a guy is flirting or asking me out”. He gives me a kind smile, “ ‘s okay”.

I shake my head, “no I’m sorry. I wasn’t meaning to say no to the date. I’d love to go on a date with you, if the offer still stands; God knows I could use the help with the slang you guys use here “. Harry laughs and my heart speeds up at the sound of it. Before he can respond, my anxious brain feels the need to continue my explanation. “I just said no because I truly don’t drink tea” I ramble. Why did I need to add that? Who cares that I don’t drink tea, I can just get water if the date is still on the table.

“You don’t drink tea?” Harry asks, looking around the bistro and towards my table. I shake my head no and he seems to notice my water glass. “Love, you’re in London at a cafe and are choosing to drink just water?” he asks. My face reddens at him calling me love but I push past it and nod, “yeah I don’t really like tea”. Did I really just tell a cute British boy that I don’t like tea?! The British love their tea. So much so I might as well have insulted his mother or wiped my face off on his shirt after eating a messy meal. He’s cute enough to pretend I like tea, why didn’t I just do that?!

“How can you not like tea?” Harry asks, seeming truly shocked at my revelation. Well there goes the shot at the date still happening. I shrug, “it’s too sweet for me. Even unsweetened tea”. “Too sweet?” he all but gasps. “Wait! You’re from the States. Have you had British tea?” He laughs. I shake my head no, “Is there a difference?”. He smiles and nods, “ a huge one and based on your reason you don’t like American tea, I think you’ll enjoy this one”. Even if not, I can certainly pretend. “Tell you what, if you let me have Damien make you a tea with just the right amount of milk, even if you still don’t like it, we can still have that date” Harry smiles. “Damien?” I ask, confused. “Ahh, he’s one of the employees here” he explains. “And he makes the tea with milk?” I raise my eyebrows. I’ve heard of a sugar, lemon, etc. But milk? Harry nods, “I know it probably sounds weird but it is super common here and really good”. “Okay, deal” I nod back. Harry smiles and waves down a server who appears to be a few years older than us. “Hey, can you make Y/N a mug of tea? She’s never had British tea before!” I press my lips together to suppress the smile forming on my face. He’s so excited about this and the way he said my name sounded so incredible. “Sure thing! How much milk would you like?” The server, Damien I presume, asks. I look over at Harry unsure. He smiles back at me and winks, “use my ratio please Damien”. I blush and play with the hem of my shirt. “On it, I’ll be back in a moment” Damien says, heading to the kitchen. “Your ratio?” I ask. This time it’s Harry who blushes, “I used to work here. And if I do say so myself, I make an ace cuppa tea”. I laugh, “based on the context, I’m assuming ace means good?” Harry nods and smiles.

“Here you are, enjoy” Damien says, setting a cup down on the random table Harry and I sat down at. “Thank you sir” I say and see Harry smile at me. I blush and grab the mug, taking a deep breath as I look at Harry and raise my eyebrow playfully before bringing the mug to my lips. Woah. This is so different than tea back home. Harry was right, I do like this better. My eyes widen and I take another sip before setting it down. When I look at Harry he’s got this precious smirk on his face as he watches my reaction. “You were right, this is really good” I admit. Harry laughs, “I’m glad darling. Does that mean I can take you out for some tea and British slang studying tomorrow?” I smile and nod, “as long as they use your recipe”. Harry blushes, “I’ll see to it”.

“Okay darling, I’ll see you tomorrow at three” Harry says, handing me my phone back after plugging in his contact information. I smile, “perfect”. He grins at me before excusing himself to return to his table. I watch as the boys at the table he must’ve been at all quickly look away when I make eye contact. I blush and laugh to myself as I walk back to my table. “Well? You two looked cozy” Y/F/N smirks. I bite my lip and shrug, “he’s really sweet and I’m going to go on a date with him tomorrow”. She lets out a tiny squeak that’s luckily quiet enough I know he can’t hear it. I grin and nod in agreement at her reaction. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

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Harry’s POV:

“Well how was the date? Looked like you got along” Paddy says the second I reach our table. “It wasn’t a date. Yet. We’re going out tomorrow” I smile, my heart feeling like it’s going to burst between my nerves and happiness. Tomorrow’s gotta go well, I need to have her in my life. In just a matter of a few minutes she’s already been the highlight of this whole week.

“Congrats!” Tom cheers. “Mate that’s smashing! I knew you could do it” Sam agrees and Paddy simply smirks and nods his head. “Shhh you guys are loud” I complain but can’t stop my smile from growing. “Yeah, let’s not embarrass him in front of his new girlfriend” Paddy remarks. I shove his shoulder gently, “she’s not my girlfriend”. “Yet” I finish, determined to make this work with her. The boys nod, “yet”.

#harry holland #Harry holland x reader #harry holland x y/n #harry holland fic #harry holland fanfiction #harry holland x you #harry holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland #my writing #requests

[spring-picnics]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈

mafia marauder's hc by @horriblehs

what if the marauders where illegal and in love with you? james potter x reader, remus lupin x reader, sirius black x reader

peter parker hc's by @hiraethparkers

being in a relationship with peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

and we run by @evermoreal

a rockstar hijacks your ride on their run from the paparazzi. sirius black x reader

dancing queen by @velvetcloxds

tony loves spoiling you, and he has to on your birthday. tony stark x reader

undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

you're on the run away from your past and meet a sweet lumberjack. bucky barnes x reader

shy away by @/velvetcloxds

your first night in the avengers tower. tony stark x reader

right where you left me by @poemsforparker

you never expected that he would fall out of love like this. mcu!peter parker x reader

close to my heart by @peterbenjiparker

friends don't treat each other like this. mcu!peter parker x reader

harmless by @shurisneakers

bucky and a doofenschmirtz reader. bucky barnes x reader

goodbye by @lovelybarnes

enemies to lovers to enemies with bucky barnes. bucky barnes x reader

he's not completely useless by @justkending

"he's not completely useless... he can be used as a bad example." bucky barnes x reader

meeting at the grave by @electrosspidey

you meet a handsome stranger at an old friend's gravestone. mcu!peter parker x reader

a correspondence of obligation by @/pellucid-constellations

you unexpectedly fall for the king you are betrothed too. bucky barnes x reader

those summer nights by @waitimcomingtoo

being a camp counsellor with someone you hate. tom holland x reader

wicked game by @/waitimcomingtoo

he shouldn't have played that game with your heart. tom holland x reader

delicate by @/waitimcomingtoo

getting drunk and tom taking care of you. tom holland x reader

always leaving by @desireav

a slytherin in a relationship with a head gryffindor??? harry potter x reader

ease my mind by @wkemeup 

in order to save bucky, you have to break your promise. bucky barnes x reader

the problem by @scandalous-chaos

he thinks he isn't good enough for you. remus lupin x reader

the gold dress by @/scandalous-chaos

you make him jealous. remus lupin x reader

blurb by @luveline

enemies to lovers. remus lupin x reader

pomegranate by @/scandalous-chaos 

fake dating. remus lupin x reader

casual dominance with remus by @/evermoreal

being in a relationship with remus lupin. remus lupin x reader

wait for you by @ptergwen

asking mj out. mj x reader

downfall by @eleganthottubfun

nate shouldn't have let his jealousy take over. nate jacobs x reader

'cause i don't want you like a best friend by @/evermoreal

friends to lovers. sirius black x reader

our girl by @beaucherie

you've been distant from sirius and remus, so they confront you. poly!wolfstar x reader

am i interrupting something? by @thehalfbloodedwitch

you and harry have something special; don't let someone in between you. harry potter x reader

imagine being ben gross' academic rival by @land-of-the-fandom

rivals to lovers with a cute, but annoying guy. ben gross x reader

blurb by @mirclealignr

flirting with pietro. pietro maximoff x reader

doting by @/desireav

a fratboy pines over you. james potter x reader

the odds of affection by @/desireav

meeting theo's friends. theodore nott x reader

one last dance by @/velvetcloxds

you didn't take the chance. steve rogers x reader

linger by @totheblood

he was assigned to take care of you. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @natashxromanovf

showing bucky and nat your blog. bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader

misunderstanding by @thebrookemunson

remus thinks you like sirius. remus lupin x reader

you by @cryonme

being theo's home; one that he must protect. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @gracesmusings

a fight with george. george weasley x reader

blurb by @/gracesmusings

fred wants to marry you. fred weasley x reader

blurb by @shespeaksinsongs

pansy shows the boys how to treat you right. pansy parkinson x reader

my heart and soul by @whateveriwant

bucky performs an ultimate act of betrayal. bucky barnes x reader

i lied by @ladyvesuvia

you promised to love each other forever. bucky barnes x reader

revenge is sweet by @t-lostinworlds

fake dating the football captain to get back at your cheating ex. tom holland x reader

happier by @bradtomlovesya

you could be so much happier with him. tom holland x reader

over the love by @peter-parkourwrites

falling for your brother's best friend. bucky barnes x reader

one way or another by @pvarker

rivals to lovers with peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

to be real by @softholand

tom holland falls for a singer. tom holland x reader

annotations by @starstruckwillows

reading remus' poetry annotations. remus lupin x reader

i guess i thought it would be harder for you to let me go by @morwap

james thought he would break your heart. he was so wrong. james potter x reader

all consuming, all wanting by @/pvarker

flirting and patching up peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

silence in colours by @/lovelybarnes

he's been giving you silent treatment. angst ensues. bucky barnes x reader

i never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

exes to lovers. bucky barnes x reader

sneaky by @malum-forev

sam and steve find out about bucky's secret. bucky barnes x reader

love without a lover by @/mirclealignr

you love him, but he will never love you. james potter x reader

diametrically opposed by @/pvarker

two professors who are seemingly rivals are actually hopelessly in love with one another. mcu!peter parker x reader

so far gone by @spideyzgirl

you are no longer a priority in peter's life. mcu!peter parker x reader

drunken posts by @honeymunson

simping over your boyfriend while drunk. tasm!peter parker x reader

candlelight dinner by @/thehalfbloodedwitch

watching harry cook dinner. harry potter x reader

substitute by @/shespeaksinsongs

substituting for your partner's class. draco malfoy x reader

this is who i love by @/velvetcloxds

remus showing you that he loves all of you. remus lupin x reader

zippers by @youlightmeupfinn

best friends to lovers. mcu!peter parker x reader

peter parker headcanons by @parkersmaterialgirl

peter parker headcanons. mcu!peter parker x reader

morning by @/thehalfbloodedwitch

having a nice morning with your boyfriend. ron weasley x reader

be my girl by @/peterbenjiparker

you're peter's girl. mcu!peter parker x reader

lips sealed by @mendesxruel

you find out peter's secret. tasm!peter parker x reader

whole world is gonna know you love me by @/desireav

she doesn't love you. lily evans x reader

looped by @softlybarnes

bucky loses memory of the past few years. bucky barnes x reader

rooftop date with peter parker by @/mendesxruel

a rooftop date with your boyfriend. mcu!peter parker x reader

scripts thrown into the fire by @indouloureux

enemies to lovers with peter. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @/desireav

telling the avengers you're pregnant. avengers x reader

debauched angels (and brazen escapades) by @/indouloureux

a deep and intricate enemies to lovers angsty mini series. mcu!peter parker x reader

my reverie's affinity remains to be you by @indouloureux

you see 10 seconds of your soulmate's life every night. mcu!peter parker x reader

dear mr right by @rednights

getting an anonymous love letter from someone whose handwriting looks similar. mcu!peter parker x reader

@spring-picnics

#y/n fic recs #sunnys.favs #tasm!peter parker x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #mcu!peter parker x reader #tony stark x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tom holland x reader #harry potter x reader #mj x reader #nate jacobs x reader #poly!wolfstar x reader #ben gross x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #theodore nott x reader #steve rogers x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #pansy parkinson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #draco malfoy x reader #ron weasley x reader #lily evans x reader #avengers x reader #cold autumn nights 2022

[suitehearttts]

happy valentines parksborn nation, i have impulsively designed MCU Peter a Harry out of a pure love for post-NWH possiblities

#if you think that Peter doesn’t look like Tom enough then congrats i agree with you! #peter parker #harry osborn #parksborn #this is hopefully? eventually? going to be a series of parksborn fluff art but i simply don’t know when/if i will get to the other ones #but anyway!! i am deeply obsessed with this concept and am so fucking close to writing my own fic for it but idk if i have the strength #but the au is rotating in my head…. so many headcanons…. #digital art #spiderman #also fuck Tom holland for being hard to draw

[upindreamland]

Holland Siblings Group Chat - Holland Brothers

Summary: Texts I imagine you would get if you were a Holland!sibling

request: Hi! If you’re still taking requests could you do a text imagine that’s like all of the holland brothers x holland sister in a group chat? It could be about anything. Thanks!

AN: HEYYYYYY! Thank you for this request! I enjoyed making this one. Please enjoy! Also a new situation is separated by a line

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AN: that’s it I hope you enjoyed!!!

#upindreamlandfile #tom holland imagine #tom holland #holland!sister #holland!reader #holland sibling #fake texts #tom holland x sister!reader #harry holland x reader #sam holland x reader #holland family #paddy holland #tom holland x y/n #y/n holland #brother!tom holland #tom holland text imagine #tom holland fake texts #tom holland sister #tom holland fic #tom holland x you #tom holland one shot #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #brother!tom holland x sister!reader #tom holland x holland!reader #x sister!reader #sister!reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland x fem

[rainydayathogwarts]

My favourite fics from other authors!!

MCU:

daisies - peter parker by @starktonyx

As it was - Steve x reader, Bucky x reader by @heli0s-writes

Never again - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws

tap - bucky barnes by @houseravenclaws

the box - peter parker by @waitimcomingtoo

incorrect quotes ft. peter x y/n by @eunoiathewriter

begging with scott lang by @ragnarachel

trouble in paradise - peter parker by @ptergwen

your mess - peter parker by @peterbenjiparker

stark!reader x peter by @ptergwen

phone sex blurb w peter by @sgrantsgf

twenty bucks Peter parker by @deathbyathousandspiders

Wizarding World:

interrupted - neville longbottom by @nevillesimp

the one that got away - harry potter by @george-fabian-weasley

angry love confession in the rain - sirius black by @salazarslytherin

jealousy, jealousy - james potter by @letterstotheflre

Poly!marauders smut by @strawberrysodaslut

Celebrities

Chris being in love with Y/N for 7 mins video by @astranva

You'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo

Thirst tweets with Chris Evans and Y/N L/N by @put-trash-here

The friendship test - Joseph Quinn by @magicchai

ground rules - Joesph Quinn by @icallhimjoey

Criminal Minds

Touch starved - Spencer Reid by @donald4spiderman

Your relationship with Hotch is exposed by @ddejavvu

You walk in on Spencer talking to his fish by @radiant-reid

You obsess over Hotch and he overhears EVERYTHING by @kryptonitejelly

The team finds out you and Hotch are married by @kryptonitejelly

Jack calls you 'momma', outing you and Hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly

Another one where Jack outs you and hotch's relationship by @kryptonitejelly

A third one where jack outs your relationship with Hotch by @kryptonitejelly

The one where everyone finds out - You and Spencer (reid) are in love but you just don't know. by @reidscanehand

Stranger things

Whispering dirty things into Eddie's ear as a dare by @erosso

Eddie being pussy drunk - Eddie Munson by @subbypeterparker

Admiring Steve Harrington by @masmybeloved (deactivated acc)

Three's a crowd, but four's a party - Eddie, Steve, Robin x reader by @glasvera

Out loud - Eddie Munson by @iheartyouyou

Billy Hargrove noticing the little things by @fbfh

Bi!fem!reader x steve harrington by @eufezco

Eddie and daughter!Roan x reader series by @luveline

Dead wrong - Steve Harrington by @lucasnclair

Reid wears Glasses - Spencer Reid by @luveline

#stranger things #stranger things fics #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminalmindsfandom #criminalminds #criminal minds fics #hogwarts #harry potter #wizarding world #celebrities #chris evans #tom holland #mcu imagine #marvel #marvel smut #marvel cinematic universe #rainydayathogwarts

[tomholland1996simp]

Make-outs || Tom Holland

Pairing: Teenage! Tom x reader

Warning: Make-outs

Summary: You and Tom thought you was home alone, until you was caught making out in his room by his parents

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?” My boyfriend, Tom, told me once again.

I was at his house, his parents nor siblings were not home. They didn’t know about me and Tom. To them we are just ‘Friends’, we just liked to keep it that way. We’re only sixteen and if we told them both our parents might go mad at us. They probably won’t ever let us have sleep overs anymore or even do day to day things together.

“Stoppp” I blush, hands coming up to cover my face. Tom always has had that affect on me, I mean we have been friends since we were six, but even before we were dating he used to make me blush.

“Don’t cover your cute face” He told me, removing my hands from my face. We were laying on his already made bed in his room, the door closed, facing each other. “You hungry?” He asked knowing you both hadn’t had any diner yet.

“Yeah a little, you?” You reply running your hand through his curls.

“Wanna order some food? It’s 8:42p.m and I don’t think my parents will be back” He smiled opening the delivery app on his phone. “Yes! wait tell me why again you didn’t go see your aunt too?” You question. His parents and all his brothers had gone to see his aunt who lived a bit far away, but he hadn’t gone.

“Told them I was going out for a little while. I’m not gonna miss a chance where me and my girl get the house to our selfs” He winks not bothering to ask what I would want as he knew what to order anyways.

“Aww you shouldn’t have, Tommy” You smile at your cute boyfriend.

“Love, I wanted to have the day to ourselves, the whole day it was just me and you. I love you” He pecked your lips.

“I love you too, and it was an amazing day”

We ate our food about an hour ago, we’re now laying on his bed cuddling under a throw over blanket he had. It wasn’t too cold tonight so we decided not to get under the covers yet. My leg was wrapped around Toms body, his hand resting on my leg. He was stroking my bare skin softly, getting higher each time.

Today I decided to wear a small, cute tight black skirt. It was just a cute basic outfit, well that’s what I thought. But for Tom he felt turned on by my little skirt. I wasn’t wearing any tights or anything under and as my legs being wrapped in his made it ride up a little, showing a little bit of my ass.

Eventually I realised his hand being under my skirt, I look up at him to see him innocently looking at the tv. I smirk as Tom caresses my ass, his hand giving it a little squeeze. That’s when I had enough, I sit up looking at him in the eyes.

“What’s wrong, darling?” He tried so hard not to smirk. I didn’t answer, instead I peeled the small blanket off myself and him moving it on the bed somewhere. I move so both my legs are each sides of his hips, straddling him. We were now in the middle of his bed, me on top of his lap.

He smirked bringing his hands to rest on my hips, I could feel his bulge in his joggers. “Kiss me then” Is all I have to say for him to smash our lips together. It was slow at first, lips moved in sync as tongues teased. The kiss got heated pretty quickly and without realising I started to grind slowly into his clothed erection.

“ahh. Don’t tease me baby” He pulled away with a little moan as he started to attack my neck hungrily.

“Tommy” I moan as he sucked on my skin leaving purple marks. He then pulled me back into his lips, his hands lifting my skirt up a little as he squeezed it again. His fingers touching my black laced thong. Tom waisted no time to slide his tongue into my mouth making the kiss more hard and rough then slow.

He then flipped us over him now hovering above me. My legs were now loosely wrapped around his waist as my arms went to the back of his neck. He slowly started to grind down into me, my skirt being lifted all the way up so you could fully see my thong. He groaned at the friction of our clothed areas.

I kissed him again taking off his shirt and grinding up which made me moan. “Fuck, baby. I need more” I tell him and he stops his actions.

“You sure?” He asks wanting my consent, I nod to him. “Words, princess” He smirked as I grinned saying ‘Yes’. However as soon as our lips met again for another deep kiss, Toms bedroom door opened. We didn’t hear the knock, the tv was playing in the background and we didn’t care about nothing else.

Nikki, his mother, and his father, Dom, entered the room. There eyes grew wide as they saw the two of our grinding into each other, panting whilst deeply kissing one another. This was so unexpected by them as the relationship was unknown.

“What the fuck!” Nikki raised her voice, our actions stopping as both our heads turn to see his parents with wide eyes. Panic rose in us, I quickly pulled my skirt down hiding my underwear from his parents. Tom jumped off me, grabbing his shirt that was on the floor.

“I-erm it’s not what it looks like!” Tom said as his brothers came into the room.

“Oh shit, did you finally get caught” Harry laughed pointing at us, our cheeks growing red.

“Right, out, out. You got this?” Dom pushed Harry and the other two out the room as Nikki nodded her head. I sat up a little more as Nikki looked at us both.

She sighs before speaking, “So your both dating?” She asked.

“Yes”

“How long?”

“6 months” Tom answers.

“Well I’m not mad your dating, your just both so young. And like I understand you have these feelings that are sexual for one another but your only sixteen.” She says. “Thomas I don’t want you to make her pregnant” She blurts out.

“W-we use protection” Tom tells her.

“Okay, that’s fine I guess. Just please next time lock the door and be carful. I love y/n like a daughter i’ve never had so don’t rush it” She smiles.

Wow, didn’t expect that.

“Thank you Nikki” I smile at her as she walks out.

“Phew. Okay. She took that surprisingly well” Tom breathed out sitting next to you.

“I know, that was scary” I laugh.

“Now where was we” Tom smirked leaning into me.

“Oh I forgot door stays open” Nikki walks back in opening the door.

“Fuck sakes” Tom mutters making me giggle.

This is so bad.

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let the rain pour on you | (t.h) chapter one

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synopsis ➼ Rain, sun, fertility. Three little words; a coveted title.

The feud of pride and combativeness for the title of God has rotted the existence of Tom and his brother since they were children. Only one condition is imposed on them to obtain the title they desire. And when Tom’s eyes linger on you. He is convinced that you are the one who will bring him into the light. And he’s willing to do anything for it.

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warning ➼ SMUT (+18) MINOR PLEASE DON'T INTERACT

n/a ➼ hello everyone ! It's finally here! The first chapter of my new serie "let the rain pour on you". Don't forget English isn't my native language. I hope you will love reading this as much i loved writing it ! Thanks to the beautiful, the kindest person here, my sweet and lovely friend @justapurrcat, she proofread this chapter, she helped me with ideas, without her, this fic wouldn't be there.

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You’ve had this dream for whole nights. The same one, over and over again.

You were naked in this immense lake where only the nothingness resonated. The thick grey mist that surrounded you, letting anxiety hover, anticipation freezing your bones more than the water already did. Everything seemed heavy around you and although you could feel the ground beneath your feet, the atmosphere made you think that, at any moment, something, someone, would grab your ankle to draw you towards the abyss of water that was this dark lake. You were wrapped in the grey haze, blinded by the mist before the storm would break out.

And the second the lightning fell, when the flash of its light bursted, you were a spectator of your own torrid scene. You were watching yourself screaming with pleasure, at the edge of an orgasm. Your back leaning against a rock while this mysterious man pounded into you with ardor. Your legs were wrapped around your partner’s hips while your hands lacerated the skin of his back in an attempt to relieve the wave of ecstasy you felt, almost overstimulated. Your screams died in your own throat as your heart threatened to let go under the ferocity of his strokes. Under the powerful adrenaline you felt, your eyes were almost rolled back due to the desire that drove you. The rain was pouring on both your bodies, already sparkling with sweat.

The spectacle was not only passive, the fire of desire, the intoxicating sensations of that burning moment burned between your thighs like hell beneath your feet. Your throat was dry but your cunt was damp like an endless cloud of rain, ready to fall on a land of drought.

And every time, you would wake up sweating. This night was no exception to the rule. With a sense of frustration, you went through your nightstand drawer to pull out your vibrator. This feeling of fullness filled you again as the object buzzed against your clitoris, a happy sigh escaping from your lips. There was nothing like the feeling you’d had with that enigmatic lover during your dream. A partner more than excellent to the attention of the feminine pleasure. But the pressure on your pussy, along with the vibrations titillating your bundle of nerves brought some satisfaction. You again felt your walls contract intermittently, your humidity facilitating access to the object that would gradually bring you closer to the orgasm that your dreams refused you. Your head sank into the pillow with a small cry stifled by the intense feeling of pleasure that you repressed in spite of yourself.  Your legs squeezed against the precious object to feel the most stimulation against your skin.

It was too much for Tom, sitting on his throne, his tight pants with his excitement, his eyes full of lust, burning with the flames of his desire for you. He bursted with rage, jealous and furious for not being able to touch the one he longed for. The one he had seen during an afternoon when his ruminations had again led him to the storm. That moment when his eyes had landed on your figure. You were everywhere in his thoughts since that day. 

A lightning bolt bursted, roaring thunder not far from your room as a torrent of rain hit the windows of the room. You jumped to the noise, then moaned deeper. The gesture having stretched the vibrator to the right place. You first tried to shut up, placing one hand on your mouth, but your fingers instinctively slipped down on your throat and you applied  a little pressure yourself. The God of Rain crossed his eyes, pushing his fingers into the armrest of his throne.

"By Odin," he whispered in his nonexistent beard.

Your fingers continued to squeeze your throat as you fired your toy into your pussy, deeper, faster still. Only the pressure on your neck prevented you from moaning loudly. 

Tom was clenching his teeth, white knuckles tightening on his seat, constrained in his pants because of his obvious erection. You seemed so pure and vile at the same time. Oh you, mistress of his nights, dominatrix of his thoughts. You were the fiery demon who would sit on him at night and keep him awake, like a representation of Füssli’s painting, but you were divinely prettier. As he pressed his signet ring against his lips, clenching his teeth in front of this sight of lust for which he could not look away, his right hand detached the button from his pants by itself, sliding to the edge of his boxer. 

He knew neither your name nor the sound of your voice, apart from the wonderful moans that came out of your mouth, he could only imagine the softness of your skin, its scent, the taste of your lips and more. He could only dream of the pressure of your fingers against his dick, replacing his own hand which was pumping to relieve the influx of blood in his hard limb full of desire for you.  

The rumbling of his pleasure sounded almost as loud as the roaring thunder outside. The sounds you made were excitable, seeing you without touching you was a real torture. A loud moan escaped from your lips and he threw his head back, thinking that he was the reason for your sweet sound. 

Tom followed your pace, his hand pumping his hard, red, venous dick as fast as the toy came in and out of your wet pussy. With light years separating you, your grunts echoed throughout the universe in perfect harmony. Your eyes began to roll back as your legs trembled with pleasure, your arousal at its peak. 

Your orgasm hit you hard, like a feeling of being sucked into the abyss of a galaxy. And as your scream moved down your throat, the sound changed. At the barrier of your slightly parted lips, your pleasure materialized in a name.

“Oh, Freyr!”

The surprise sent a chill that went through all of Tom’s divine being, a shock wave that definitely upset him. His sperm gushed from his limb, splashing over his hand and staining his underwear. His whole body was shaking and burning for you. His orgasm reasoned all over the throne room and anyone passing by could not deny the activity of the God. But his mind was as foggy as the storm he’d caused several minutes ago. 

“By Freya!” Tom said with astonishment.

She was killing him, he thought. A small burst of light burst into the room followed by the delicate movement of Freya’s dress.

"Did you call me?" She exclaimed cheerfully before her expression faded, her eyes widening with surprise and disgust. "Oh by Odin, keep your… thing away from my sight, brother!"

Tom jumped, taking off several centimeters from his throne, his expression just as horrified as the one of his sister. He quickly got dressed before his smirk appeared on his face, thinking of the irony of the situation.

"Aren’t you the goddess of love and sexuality, sister?"

"Still, I don’t want to see your penis. Don’t give Loki the opportunity to kick-start their nonsense!" She said, staring at Tom with a stern expression.

The god of rain smiled in a pinch, only being able to agree with his sister. Loki bore their title of god of malice and told anyone who wanted to hear it - even those who didn’t want to - that brother and sister Freyr and Freya shared much more than a name. Tom dismissed the words of his sister and invited - ordered - her to leave his throne room, which she did without asking questions, but decided not to let this scene fall into oblivion. 

You woke up with a sense of lack, frustration eating away at your being. And that feeling exasperated you even more by the simple idea that only a man could satisfy your physical needs. You sat quietly on the stool in your kitchen while your best friend looked at you in an intrigued manner. 

"In a bad mood? I thought I heard the sound of your vibrator last night." she said with a mocking smile. 

You looked at her, angry at those way too thin walls and dissatisfied with last night’s event. The fact that Revna pointed out the situation made you even more bitter.

"Actually... I had to finish it myself. I had this dream last night..." 

"The dream?" she asked, knowing exactly what you were talking about. 

"That dream, yes. And again, I woke up at the worst time."

Your roommate and best friend gave you a compassionate look. You bit violently into the buttered bread you had just made.

"Shit, girl. With this violence, I understand that the man or woman of your dreams woke you up before the orgasm."

You threw your toast in her face with a growl, Revna avoided it with some difficulty, collecting a little butter in her hair with an expression of disgust.

"I’ll go get a better coffee than your sock juice, witch." 

"That’s an idea, maybe you should look for a guy who’ll shove it down your throat to put you in a better mood, too!"

You showed her your middle finger by slamming the door just after. The rain began to fall as soon as you set foot outside.

"Fuck you too!"

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Z, are you with us?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

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

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

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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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lost you to someone better

summary : in which she's moving on with someone better for her but he's still on her.

pairing : harry styles x reader (past), tom holland x reader

warnings : language

author's note : really wanna make a part iii to this, tell me what you think!! enjoy <33

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lose you to someone else i

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