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positivelyholland · 1 year

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The Fight For Our Lives

pairing: tom holland x sister!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: so much talk of taylor swift, bad writing

summary: i don't wanna ruin the plot twist but just read it please

A/N no one asked for this and I have a million requests in my inbox that i'm working on so just enjoy this short little thing while i work on everything else

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Everyone was so close to a mental breakdown, especially you. And at this point, you felt the need to go back in time and warn your past self. Tell her it's a terrible idea and she definitely shouldn't do it. If you could, you would've never put yourself in this situation in the first place.

You needed to rewind time and tell Y/N from 45 minutes ago that this was going to end in disaster.

And Tom felt the exact same way.

If only he wouldn't have accepted the job from his parents to do this. If only he would've thought thing through, then he wouldn't currently be on the verge of committing a crime.

It was the moment that everyone had been dreading for 15 years. The task that everyone pushed off as a future problem, but now was the moment they had to face their biggest fear....

Teaching Y/N Holland how to drive.

Tom had been stupid enough to accept the job that his parents offered him, and now he knows exactly why his parents didn't want to do it themselves.

"Tom, I have a really important chore for you" Nicki started.

"Ok...." tom responded, putting his phone down.

"Someone needs to teach y/n how to drive, and god knows you're the only one with enough patience to do so"

"ok i'll do it! how hard can it be?" tom laughed at his moms dramatics.

Oh how naive he was to think that his mom was exaggerating how bad this was going to be, for both Tom and you.

It had started off pretty smoothly, with only one curb getting hit and almost running over a couple of pedestrians. Although Tom wasn't too worried during those moments, he soon began to fear for his life and sanity.

You got distracted because of the fact that you listening to Taylor Swift while you drove, so Tom tried to turn off the music after you almost ran a red light because of this. However, you were not pleased with your eldest brother disrupting your jamming session, so you instantly became very irritated.

You tried to turn it back on, as you insisted that it helped you drive better, but due to the fact that any other person on this earth would disagree with your statement, Tom immediately slapped your hand away from the button that turns your music back on.

"DONT TOUCH ME I'M LISTENING TO TAYLOR SWIFT" you practically screamed at him.

"WELL I'M SORRY THAT I WANT TO SURVIVE THIS DRIVE" Tom said, matching your volume.

"BUT WILDEST DREAMS (taylor's version) HELPS ME KEEP US ALIVE" you said, to which Tom rolled his eyes.

"you literally missed 3 turns in a row because you were rambling about how good the bridge of this song would mix with 13 of her other songs" Tom started to calm down, but unfortunately for him, you had a point to make.

"YOU'RE JUST BEING A HATER, AND I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE IT OFF BECAUSE I CAN DRIVE" you were so proud of that comeback that your little smirk accidentally showed through, which angered your brother even more.

"Y/N EYES ON THE ROAD" he was overreacting at this point. Everyone knows you can defend Taylor Swift and drive at the same time. You can practically do anything while fulfilling your swiftie duties.

"I. NEED. TAYLOR. SWIFT." you weren't giving up on this anytime soon, so Tom decided to just let you win this argument.

That doesn't mean he wasn't scared for his life though.

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spideyssunshine · 3 months

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new era starts now.

can we please leave the past in the past. i overshared years ago and overwhelmed myself in the process. i miss being a writer on here. i miss all of mutuals and the creation of my works. so please, let me have a fresh start on here.

IM BACK! spideyssunshine is now open for business. please send me requests so i can start writing again or come chat with me! i missed you all so much and love you all always.

love,

chris :)

going to tag some of my old friends from my taglist below!

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landothemuppet · 2 years

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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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heytherejulia · 2 years

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

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.

***

‘Okay, now that we know Spider-boy's plan sucks, we're going with mine. You’ll take her to paintball and then perhaps with a bit of luck you can kiss her. You know, someone will shoot her and you will take care of her.’

This date turned out to be an even greater failure than the previous one. You went on paintball (matchmakers along to spy on you), but as soon as you started the game, you were shot down by a player from another team in the face and ended up with a big bruise under your eye and visited an emergency room because of the paint in your eye. In fact, Harrison's plan probably worked slightly too well.

You didn't blame Harry for the whole incident and even said that it was your craziest stay in the hospital and that you had a lot of fun in the waiting room, while waiting for some ophthalmologist to remove the green paint from your eye. Fortunately, the paint was non-toxic and you were able to return to work after a few days, but Harry was still furious with his friends who came up with silly ideas like hiring a guy to shoot his date friend.

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’

‘Hey! Not at all! The plan was good, it wasn't my fault some idiot shot her in the face!’

‘You hired this idiot.’

But Tom and Harrison didn't hear Harry’s words because they were too busy with their own problems. They started arguing over whose plan was better, and went on to arguing about who would win a fight: Spider-man or Batman.

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’

‘Spider-man!’

‘Batman!!’

‘Spider-man!! Do you know how I know it? Because I'm Spider-man.’

‘Shut up, you twats. Harry, just take her for a walk in the park, you both have dogs, so take them and go for a romantic walk. It can't go wrong.’

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could.

Your doggie was still a puppy and was afraid of practically every bigger noise, so when you walked into Richmond Park and saw how many people had taken their dogs out just like you two, Harry knew that a third date in a row would be a total failure.

And that's exactly what happened, because the little french bulldog ran away from you as soon as a few larger dogs ran up and started barking at Tessa and Muffin, inviting them to play, and you both spent the whole afternoon looking for your dog. He eventually was found two days later when a woman came with him to the vet and called you after she saw your poster about a lost puppy.

However before your dog got lost, Haz, Tom and Sam decided to take Monty for a walk to spy on Harry and you. They turned out to be even worse spies than dating advisers. The three of them wore hoodies and sunglasses and sat on the bench directly opposite the one that you were sitting on. Harry recognized them right away, but not wanting to start a fight, he just offered you a walk in another part of the park.

But you did not live under a rock, and you recognized the boys, not only from the internet but also from Harry's stories. So when he grabbed your hand and started leading you to the west side of the park, you smiled awkwardly and waved at the young men sitting on the bench.

By that point, Harry was already so furious with the three of them that he gave them silent treatment and only spoke to Zendaya, who lived with them. He knew it was childish behavior, and in fact some of the events were downright bad luck and coincidence, but he was furious nonetheless, perhaps more at himself than at the boys.

Harry was sitting in the kitchen, editing photos from the last photoshoot he had taken and drinking his very milk tea when Z entered the room.

‘How's your dating going, Harry?’ The boy scowled at her and rolled his eyes.

‘Terriously, but I'm quitting making another attempt, maybe we just shouldn't be together.’

‘Or maybe you should just stop listening to those idiots you call friends? Two-thirds of them have no girlfriends, and your idiot of a brother is mostly with me because I took all the first steps. Harry, try something simple that both of you will be comfortable with. For example, invite her to your place for a movie marathon and just have a good time. If it doesn't spark between you guys, she’s not the one, but please don't do anything Sam, Harrison or Tom suggest you do.’

As it turned out later, Zendaya’s advice was the best of all. Harry really invited you to a Netflix marathon, and you watched “Brooklyn 9-9” cuddled up for the whole night. Perhaps you even shared a few kisses during one or the other episode, and then you perhaps even stayed overnight.

At a time when Harry was finally having his dream date with his perfect girl, Zendaya was lecturing the boys about their irrational behavior.

‘I told you all it is his life and to not interfere. I told you that Harry had to take the first step himself and your advice would not help him. Didn’t I?’

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

‘You should have helped him by simply supporting him, not by arranging shitty dates for him. Therefore, all three of you will apologize to Harry and Y/N for your behavior.’

‘But, Daya.’ The girl interrupted Harrison's statement. ‘End of discussion, boys. You know I'm right.’

She was, but neither of them was going to admit it. Maybe that was just the trait of all Hollands. And the Osterfields.

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Period Simulation: Gf!Reader

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

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

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

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

Tom Holland:

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

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

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

“‘m just curious” Tom shrugs.

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

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

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

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

“How high does it go?” Harrison questions.

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

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

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

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

Tom nods and forces a soft yes.

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

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

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

“He can’t stop!” Haz argues.

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

Tom groans but shakes his head no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry Holland

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

“Yeah, are you scared?” Tuwaine teases.

“No” Harry defends quickly.

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

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

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

“Go up then” he laughs.

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

Ignoring her nonverbal warning, he shakes his head.

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

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

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

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

“Was I exaggerating?” Y/n asks.

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

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

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

———-

Sam Holland

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

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

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

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

Nikki shakes her head at her son’s ignorance.

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

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

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

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

Sam nods and raises his eyebrow in question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harrison Osterfield

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gross” Tom groans.

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

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

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

Haz nods and smiles sweetly at her.

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

Harrison sucks in a need breath as his eyes widen.

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

“How long do they last?” He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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violetlilysunshine · 2 years

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Smut Masterlist

18+ ONLY beyond this point!

Tom Holland

Best We’ve Ever Made - 18+

Boyfriend Tom Holland x Female Reader

WC: 2,863

Threesome Fic Recs

Chris Evans

Never Get Used to You - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 3,132

Beer Gut - 18+

Boyfriend Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 4,224

Right Here, With You - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,809

Home Late Part 2 - 18+ // Part 1 (Fluff)

Dad Chris Evans x CEO Reader

WC: 4,595 // 883

Started in the Closet - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 5,094

I Get You Wet - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,325

Practice it Now - 18+

Chris Evans x Actress Reader

WC: 4,093

Almost Primal - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,533

After the Fourth - 18+

Dad Chris Evans x Female Mom Reader

WC: 3,713

Just for Us - 18+

Chris Evans x Female Reader

WC: 2,920

Harry Holland

Your First Time - 18+

Harry Holland x Female Reader

WC: 4,154

Serve Yourself - 18+

Husband Harry Holland x Female Wife Reader

WC: 2,456

Inspiration - 18+

Husband Harry Holland x Female Wife Reader

WC: 2,595

Make Me - 18+

FWB Frat Harry Holland x Female Reader

WC: 2,759

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faefictions · 2 years

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Holland/Osterfield Masterlist

(updated as of Sep 2 2022)

Dream a Little Dream of Me 💕

Fluff - 💕 Angst - ❤️‍🩹

Tom Holland

The Night We Met ❤️‍🩹

Indentured 💕❤️‍🩹

Day Old Hate ❤️‍🩹💕

A Single Mistake ❤️‍🩹💕

Harrison Osterfield

The World is Black - Part 1 Part 2 ❤️‍🩹💕

Canceled 💕

Springfield Canonball - Part 1 Part 2 💕❤️‍🩹

Bad Day 💕

Still 💕

The Kids From Yesterday - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 ❤️‍🩹💕

Overworked 💕

Lonely People Master List - PLAYLIST ❤️‍🩹💕

Harry Holland

Broadripple 💕❤️‍🩹

Swept 💕❤️‍🩹

Stay ❤️‍🩹💕

High and Dry ❤️‍🩹💕

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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years

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Kissing in the street:

a Harry Holland blurb

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

Sorry I have been mia, life and all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's too late," you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well-” Harry began.

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

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

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

This was about to get interesting

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buck-nialled · 2 years

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Take One - H. Holland Blurb

NOTE: this is my first harry imagine, hope you like it! also harry works at a photography company in this imagine and is currently suffering baby fever mkay cool glad we’re on the same page

WARNINGS: eludes to smut at the end but other than that, none.

SUMMARY: husband!harry photographs newborns and contracts baby fever. fortunatley, you’re no better.

“Angel!” Harry’s jubilant voice follows the unmistakable sound of your front door creaking open. You giggle to yourself as you continue folding the steaming clothes, still fresh from the dryer.

“In the bedroom!” You call out, already anticipating the feeling of his arms belting around your waist, and the familiar lens of his camera poking your back. While uncomfortable the first few times he forgot to remove his strapped camera from around his neck, the protuberance has grown on you.

“I just can’t help it.” You recall him mumbling on more than one occasion. “I get too excited to see you.”

This golden hour in your shared flat was no different. As soon as his heavy footsteps picked up on the house stairs, as did your heartbeat. The arms squeezed your waist next, then the camera nestled gently into your back, his unruly hair tickled your neck and–

You shivered at the newest addition–the cool exterior of his wedding band against your bare skin as his hands gilded beneath an old tee shirt you stole from the pile of clothes currently being folded.

“Today was so fun,” he never asked if you wanted to hear about his day because you always did. No matter if it was good or bad, his job always left him learning something new and coming straight home after to share it with you. Despite you being clueless about what EV compensation is or a stranger to white balance, you smiled and nodded anyway because his happiness was just that contagious. The tells that he’s suffered a phenomenal 9-5 were always there, too. He would bury his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder and plant a multitude of kisses there, while one of his hands glided to lock fingers with yours and squeeze it. And as a treat to himself–and you, as you will be listening to him jabber about his day in detail for the next hour–he always makes the same proposal.

“Let’s order Gregg’s for dinner.”

“Good day?” You query, topping the stack of folded clothes with a final sweatshirt before spinning to face him. He was practically glowing as he bounced on his toes–still clad in loafers with an unstoppable grin.

“Great day!” He corrects and reaches for his camera to bring up his most recent shots. We had these newborns come in today for their first photos.” You awe silently as he scrolls through some of the raw footage taken. Your eyes flickered from his work, back up to him. It seemed that with each colorful bow or animal onesie that flew past his eyes, his smile grew bigger.

“They were so cute!” He cooed, stopping at one in particular. The newborn child in the photo was presenting a sour face towards the lens. “This one reminds me of you.”

You yearn to argue, there is no denying the similarities. Especially towards the beginning of your relationship, Harry was keen on taking as many candids of you walking around your house, playing with Tessa, following your skincare routine, and several other mundane activities. The face the child is making in the photo is one, you too, have shown him on occasion. You simply laugh at the photo and elbow him in the side for the cheeky comment.

“In all seriousness, though. It got me thinking.”

“I never thought I’d see the day…” A gasp leaves you as you rest the palm of your hand on your chest.

“After they left, I couldn’t shake the thought of what you’d actually…look like.”

“As a baby? Because my mother has three albums worth of photos. And you’ve seen nearly all of them.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, curls flopping around before he brings his fingers through them. “What I mean to say is…I wonder what your baby–our baby will look like.” He breathes out, not daring to meet your eyes. He is bouncing on his heels yet again, fingers nervously fidgeting with the buttons on his camera.

“Oh,” you hum. A few seconds of silence pass between you two, neither knowing what to say.

Until you finally beckon him, “just one?”

“Huh?” His whiskey eyes travel upward to meet yours, a bit of curiosity lingering in them.”

“You said, baby. You only want to have one?” You inch closer to him, hands silently snaking up his back to reach the clip to his camera. When it becomes unclasped, you gently set the piece on the edge of the bed.

“Well, actually I’ve always felt good about two.”

“Of course.” You nod understandingly. “You are a twin, after all.”

“Right.” He chuckles, before getting choked up as you take him by the back of his neck and draw his body closer to yours.

“That’s also double the chance one of them will get your freckles.” You whisper as your noses caress one another.

“Or your laugh.” He mimics your hushed tone.

“Or your curls.” You add.

“Or your dimples.” He suggests.

“Or your eyes.”

“Harry…” You start.

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you want to stop guessing, and try to find out?” Upon your recommendation, he begins walking forward until your legs meet the back of the bed and cause you to dip down, with his hand stabilizing your every move. When the two of you have proximity so near, his lips are smoothly brushing against yours. But before they can collide in a sweet reunion, he breathes out, just for confirmation:

“Take one?”

“Take one.”

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 11 months

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where did u go 😭

omg stop cus i just hopped back on here today, i’m still alive lol 💀 i just haven’t had time to write. i feel so bad cus i just write then disappear 😭little update i’m going back to school hehe😌, i doubt i will have time to write again, buttttt i’m willing to keep it going. i’m hopeful to be back again to keep writing. 🫶🏽🫶🏽

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deadlikestorm · 1 year

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Will you still love me tomorrow?

CHAPTER 1:

They met when they were twelve. Well, he was twelve. She was thirteen. At her young age of thirteen, She had seen some wild things. Her innocence was stripped and she questioned who she truly was now. She had no one to talk to. No one to look up to in a time of need. Everyone she has ever loved, had betrayed her, for a different motive. Sure, they had seen each other before, But they truly had no reason tot talk before she caught Feelings for his friend, Jeremiah. In her eyes Jeremiah was everything. Jeremiah was the perfect boy for her. She had dreamed of asking him out for months, her friends told her not to because he clearly wasnt a good person or a good option But, she did what she wanted and didnt let anyone stop her. Thats one of the reasons she was great in debate. He loved her for that. But she didnt know, she didnt pay enough attention to him in the time being. She was so worried about Jeremiah she didnt care about the others impacted by her actions around her. And thats why he began to hate her. He saw every detail about her, How much she cared & how much Jeremiah didnt. He saw the way Jeremiah treated her and how she allowed it. He hated her for that. So he devoted his life to hating her, because he couldnt help but relate to her in some small way. and he couldnt help but want her even more.

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positivelyholland · 2 years

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Maybe can you do a Hollandsister when she faints at school and she has to be picked up

Pairing: Tom holland x sister!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: passing out, hospitals, not proofread

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Tom was frantically running around his house like a mad person trying to find everything he needed so he could leave.

"Woah whats got you so stressed" harry teased as he walked into the kitchen where Tom had been digging for his car keys.

"Y/n's school just called" Tom talked as though he had absolutely no care for the conversation, as he was too stressed to even bother.

Harry's face dropped a little, although he still needed to know what was going on with his siblings.

"What's that supposed to mean?" his voice sounded a lot more serious compared to his previous statement.

"The school nurse called" Tom still was way too distracted by trying to get out the door than to talk to harry.

Harry became increasingly more worried at those words.

"Dude you need to calm down... now what's going on with y/n im starting to freak out almost as much as you are"

Although Harry was nervous, he felt like he needed to calm Tom down otherwise something bad was bound to happen.

"Y/n passed out in class. They can't wake her up. They're taking her to the ER. Mom and Dad didn't pick up either of their phones. Im her emergency contact. I need to be at the hospital asap for her." Tom said with short breaths.

Harry could see the signs of a beginning of a panic attack in Tom, and immediately dropped everything he was doing to help both of his siblings that needed him.

"How about you go get in the car and I'll drive us both there safely..." harry told Tom in hopes to calm him down.

Harry paused "she'll be okay Tom, she'll be just fine."

The usually 20 minute drive to the hospital was made in half the time, and Toms nerves for his sister had not calmed down almost at all.

Once they arrived, Harry dropped Tom off at the entrance before quickly finding a place to park. Tom practically sprinted into the hospital and to the front desk. He definitely received some judging glares while doing so, although he couldn't care less.

Once he found out what room you were in, he practically booked it there. As he approached the door, he let out a shaky breath before gently knocking.

The second Tom heard a weak "come in" that was very obviously your voice, he couldn't help but feel anything but relieved that you had woken up.

He opened the door to see you laying in a hospital bed with a bunch of tubes hooked up to you, and looking more pale than he had ever seen you. He swore he could hear his heart break at the sight of his baby sister like this.

"Oh y/n" was all he said before running to your side and engulfing you into a warm hug, one of which the two of you stayed in until you heard a knock at the door and a deep male voice that belonged to the doctor.

"Ah I see that you're doing better Ms Holland. And who might this be" the doctor gestured to Tom.

"I'm Tom, y/n's oldest brother and emergency contact" he explained.

"Well nice to meet you, Tom. I'm Dr Jones, and I come bearing good news" he joked.

Tom audibly sighed in relief at those few words.

Dr Jones continued "After performing numerous tests, we have found the cause of the fainting"

Tom straightened up in his seat as his anxiety of the unknown about his little sister returned.

The doctor noticed this. "Don't worry, it was nothing serious other than dehydration and a lack of certain nutrients. We're only gonna keep you here for a few more hours, and when we send you home we'll do so with some vitamins that you should be taking daily in order to prevent this from happening again..."

The doctor continued giving instructions to Tom, and as he finished explaining what exaclty had happened, the door swung open again to reveal an ever so worried Dom Holland, who seemed like she had gone through the exact same thing that Tom had when he first got the call.

Although their mother was probably 10 times more worried when she walked through the same door 5 minutes later.

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spideyssunshine · 10 months

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pls rec me harry holland shit

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landothemuppet · 2 years

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

☽✧ chapter one ✧☾

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.

word count ↳ 1.5k

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.

☽✧ serie masterlist ✧☾

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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