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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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simpforharryholland · 2 years
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The Holland Brothers in the new Brothers Trust Shirts💫❤️
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guiltyonsundays · 2 years
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Someone needs to write a thesis on what the evolution of the white boy of the month over time says about us as a society. You got the sharp cheekbones eats cigarettes for breakfast squad (Timothee Chalamet, Robert Pattinson, Jamie Campbell Bower, Matty Healy, and the dilfy versions Cillian Murphy and Mads Mikkelsen), the slutty line cooks (Pete Davidson, Jeremy Allen White, *non-white-boy of the month Dominic Fike, Dylan O’Brien but only with his bleached buzz cut and fake tattoos, and the dilfy versions David Harbour and Tom Hardy), the wholesome grandmas boys (Joseph Quinn, Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Logan Lerman, Harry Styles, Josh Hutcherson, and the dilfy versions Paul Rudd and Hugh Dancy), etc. so many flavours and yet the essence remains the same. Much to consider.
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omg i watched the best movie the other day it was this like crime comedy sorta thing set in la about these two (kinda homoerotic?) private detectives trying to solve the murder of some girl directed by i think shane black... what was it called??
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i feel like the majority of british male celebrities are proof that people who like men don't actually care if they're buff and conventionally attractive like i have seen yall thirsting over guys who could be in a live action flushed away with no cgi or makeup. no one cares how much they bench.
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The Devil All the Time (2020) Dir. Antonio Campos
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Wishing (a tad belated) happy trails to the departing members of the 2022-23 London company!
(In order) Holly-Anne Hull, Matt Blaker, Greg Castiglioni, Ellie Young, Connor Carson, Michelle Cornelius, Edward Court, Emma Harris, Olivia Holland-Rose, James Hume, Michael Robert-Lowe, Manon Taris, Anouk van Laake, and Skye Weiss.
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simsim54 · 7 months
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-not teenage indian girls crushing madly after british men (both real and imaginary) after their ancestors spent two centuries trying to ditch the british hold on their country-
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Spooky Season Watch List: The Devil All The Time | Antonio Campos | 2020
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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years
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The Bet
A Harry Holland mini series
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Part 1 (the game begins)
Summery:
Tom bets Harry he can't make you fall in love with him.
Warnings: slut shaming, social anxiety, smut (thigh riding) cursing, boys being dumb, blood.
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Weekends at the frat were always busy. It was like as soon as five pm on Friday rolled around it was a revolving door of people. Some people the boys knew, some people they had seen but never spoken to, and some people that were completely strangers. None of them minded of course, part of being in the frat was throwing parties and they were determined to do it better than any of the other fraternities on campus.
Most of the occupants of the frat were sitting in an area they usually claimed as their own on nights like these. Talking to each other and ignoring the rowdy party goers aside from the occasional attractive girl that would saunter by catching their eye (or boy in Travis' case). Tonight was no different. 
Harry always steered away from girls who were drinking, he had a very specific set of rules, no alcohol, no leading on, and absolutely no falling in love with him. He knew it was strange, but he had a rugby Career to think of, and he planned on going pro. So he was straight forward if he started talking to a girl, hence the no Alcohol rule. Which brings us to the particular topic of today's conversation amongst the boys. 
"All I'm saying," Tom announced, "is that, you either suck in bed, or girls are really not into you," there was a collective round of oos from the other guys as Harry rolled his eyes. 
"I tell them they can't fall in love with me from the get go, keeps them from getting all clingy," Harry reminded Tom with a smirk. 
Tom sighed as he took a swig of his drink, "I'm just saying, I doubt you could get a girl to fall in love with you, you're too cocky," he told his younger brother. 
True to Tom's word Harry just scoffed, "I could have anyone in this room fall in love with me," he chuckled.
Tom narrowed his eyes on his younger brother. "Wanna bet on that?" He asked with a smirk. 
That caught Harry's attention. "Fine, what'll it be?" Harry challenged. 
"If you can get a girl of my choosing to fall in love with you, you win bragging rights," Tom explained. 
Harry nodded as he mulled the idea in his head but it wasn't him who spoke next. "That could take weeks," Sam pointed out with a worried expression, he always seemed to be the most level headed of the three Hollands (Four when they were back home).
"Maybe," Tom shrugged, "but Mr.cocky over here could probably get it done faster," Tom glanced over to Harry to see his eyes narrowed at him. 
"Fine," Harry agreed, "who will it be?"
Tom's finger was up and pointing across the room before Harry had even finished his sentence. 
Every boy turned to where Tom was pointing, and there you stood. A drink in your hand that was still full from when you had gotten it an hour prior, standing beside your cousin and flatmate, as you didn't know anyone else there. Harry had never seen you, and didn't know a thing about you, but Tom (who had been sleeping with your cousin Malory) knew exactly who you were and what had brought you here, and he knew that out of everyone in this room, you would be the last person to fall for his brother.
"Who is that?" Harrison asked, breaking the silence and causing all of them to turn their attention from where you stood.
"Mal's cousin, she just transferred here," Tom explained. 
Harry watched you for a few minutes more before turning back to his brother and sticking out his hand. Tom grasped his with his own and shook. "Got yourself a deal," Harry announced before finishing the beer in his hand, and gearing up to make his move.
Meanwhile, you were as uncomfortable as you had ever felt. Malory had told you coming out tonight would be good for you, help you get out of the funk you were most definitely in. But the truth was, you didn't want to be here, you would rather be anywhere but here. 
Mal was popular, so there wasn't a moment where she wasn't introducing you to another person, and socially you were drained. You didn't want to have to tell another person who you were, or that you had transferred over from the states, and you definitely didn't want to tell them why. You spotted a boy with curly red hair making his way towards the two of you, he was cute, with nicely styled Auburn hair, a cute smile, and a generous dusting of freckles on his cheeks. 
"Nope!" Mal yelled as she pointed a boney finger out towards him, "turn your ass around Holland Jr. And go find someone else," she told him strictly. 
His hands flew up to his chest as though he had been stabbed by her words and he feigned heartache. "Me? What have I ever done to you Malory?" He questioned as he walked up until he was directly in front of the two of you.
He cast you a grin, before turning back to Malory. "I'm serious Harry," she warned, "don't even think about it," she told him with a look that threatened death. 
The boy, who's name you had just learned was Harry, nodded at her. "I was just coming to say hi, I've never seen you around before," he turned his attention to you. 
"What about the other fifty people you have never seen around before?" Malory asked before you could even respond. 
Harry shrugged, "none of them caught my eye quite like her," he told her before turning back towards you. 
You had to give it to him, he was good, maybe too good, as though he had done this time and time again. 
You smiled politely. "Y/n." You said as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. 
He grasped it in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the skin of your hand gently. 
"Harry," he told you, though you had already gathered that. 
"Ok, you introduced yourself, now go away. And tell that brother of yours to stay away from me tonight," Mal told him as she gave him a shove back towards a group of guys she had previously told you were the fraternity brothers. 
A few to many people and an eternity later, you were standing alone, watching a sea of drunk people dancing like no one was watching. You had lost Mal about a half an hour ago and you weren't entirely sure what you were supposed to do. You wanted to go home, but the problem with that was you weren't sure how to get there or where exactly you were. You were the perfect victim for a predator right now you realized. "You don't look like you're having a good time," a familiar voice said. You turned to see the same curly haired boy from earlier standing beside you. 
You shook your head, "my social clock stopped ticking, but I don't know where Mal went," you admitted. 
"She and Tom ran off to his room," Harry told you with an apologetic smile. 
"Oh," you mumbled as you looked at the ground. 
"Are you going to be able to get home without her?" He wondered as he touched your arm. 
"I uh, I don't know how to get there from here, and she has the car keys," you admitted, as you cringed at the idea that you were a sitting duck. 
"I'll take you home," Harry told you like it was the simplest option. 
You shook your head and glanced at his nearly empty cup, "you have been drinking," you pointed out. 
He nodded and then chuckled, "I have, and I would never put you in a dangerous position, so I'll walk you," he said, "it's not to far from here, and I am all to familiar with Mal's place from how many times I've had to pick up a hungover Tom there the morning after," he told you as he lead you through the front door of the frat. 
You stopped at the stairs and glanced at him unsure. This was a recipe for disaster, not only did you not know this guy, but you also didn't know the area, and your true crime loving brain was screaming at you to stay put and just wait for Mal, but something else was telling you you could trust this guy.
So despite every red flag you followed him down the stairs to the sidewalk. "Is that alcohol?" He asked as he gestured to the cup in your hands. 
You nodded at him as you watched him take it from your hands and dump it into the grass beside you. "Don't want you getting in trouble for an open container," he explained. 
You nodded and eyed him skeptically. He was handsome, that you could easily admit. And there was something about him. He seemed to have a cocky attitude, but you could see that maybe that wasn't all it was underneath, maybe this boy was as broken and damaged as you were, or maybe he was just a cute boy offering to walk a helpless girl home. 
"Thanks for doing this," you said after a few minutes of walking. 
He shrugged but smiled, "I'd rather you get home safe than feel partially responsible if anything happened to you," he explained. 
"So what's the deal with Mal and -" you trailed off as you tried to remember the name of the boy Mal was most obviously involved with even if they did have real enemies to lovers vibes going on. 
"I don't know honesty," Harry admitted, "Tom is- well Tom is Tom, and Him and Mal have some history, but it gets messy when they're together," he chuckled. "She poured milk on his mattress once and dragged it out in the sun so the milk would spoil, he says it's because he didn't take her out, but I have a feeling it was more than that," he told you. 
You nodded as you wrapped your arms around yourself the brisk night air nipping at your skin. 
"You're cold," Harry said as he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. 
You couldn't help but giggle. 
"Thank you," you said. 
You were finally approaching an area you were vaguely familiar with and it eased some of the tension in your bones. That is until you saw the steps leading to your apartment building, and who was sitting on them 
"Oh no," you groaned as you went to turn right around and flee, you would wait for Mal at the fraternity you didn't care how long she'd be, anything to avoid what was about to come. 
"Y/n! Y/n! Is that you?" Markus called from behind you. 
Harry could easily see the tension in your body at the sound of the man's voice. "You want me to tell this guy to kick rocks?" He asked you. 
You weren't a confrontational person, in the slightest, you didn't like dealing with problems if they had the possibility of becoming heated. But in this instance, you couldn't take him being here. So you nodded at Harry, thankful he was there with you. 
"Hey, how bout you come by another time buddy, she doesn't want to talk right now," Harry called towards where Markus was standing staring at the two of you. 
"And who the hell are you?" He demanded stepping forward. 
"No one, but the lady doesn't want to talk tonight, so go on and go home, yeah?" Here Harry was, dealing with your problems with no back story or explanation, just the simple fact that he could tell you needed it. 
"That's really nice y/n, you ran off and hopped on the first dick you can find, doesn't matter that I'm the only guy you've been with, right. You said it yourself, your lacking experience," he spat in your direction. 
Harry recoiled back at the words before shaking them off. "Hey listen mate, just get lost," Harry told him. 
At this point Markus had started to get closer to the two of you, only standing a few feet away, you had your face hidden behind Harry, who you were practically using as a human shield. "Yeah?" Markus asked dryly. "So you can go sink your dick in the slut standing behind you? I don't think so," 
The noise of bone crunching, Is a very distinct one, of course followed by a howl of pain. 
You jumped back ready to call the cops if Markus had struck Harry, but were surprised to see Markus clutching his nose in pain as Harry shook out the hand he had just used to punch him. 
"First off, don't call her a slut," Harry spat, taking a step towards Markus who began backing up, "and second, she doesn't want to see you, so get lost," he finished as Markus grabbed his coat and fled. 
You stood staring at Harry with your mouth agape completely unsure at what had just transpired. "I- wha-" you shook your head in disbelief as you glanced over to see Markus' car peeling out of the parking lot. 
"Are you ok?" Harry wondered as he looked you over. 
"Am I- what? Me? Are you okay?" You stuttered out. You glanced at his hand to see blood and instantly felt guilty. "Your bleeding," you stated. 
He looked down at his knuckles and shrugged, "I'll be fine," he assured you. 
You shook your head as you told your brain to kick back into action, "come on," you told him as you walked past him and grabbed his uninjured hand. "I have a first aid kit upstairs, and alcohol, because I need a shot," you admitted as you pulled him along. 
"I figured you didn't drink," Harry chuckled from behind you.
You glanced back at him with your eyebrows pulled together. "Why would you figure that?" 
"You had the same cup all night and you didn't touch it at all," he explained. 
You were shocked he had noticed that, he must have been watching you most of the night to even put that together. You nodded as you pulled your keys from your pocket. "I um- I don't like to let my inhabitants down around people I don't know," you admitted. 
You unlocked the door and pushed it open and let Harry in before you followed. 
First step was a shot. 
Second, a first aid kit. 
You chose to drink straight from the bottle of peach flavored vodka, the cheap liquid burning all the way down. 
"You don't know me," Harry chuckled as he pointed towards the liquor.
You nodded, "well you just punched my shitty ex in the nose without having any explanation of why I didn't want to speak to him. Guess that makes us acquaintances, " you smiled as you rummaged around the cupboards until finding the first aid kit. 
"I can work with that," Harry chuckled as he watched you. 
If he was being honest, he wasn't one to act with anger, rarely ever getting physical with people other than his brothers, or opposing teams on the field, But something about how sour the word slut had been directed at you made him react without a second thought. He told himself it was for the benefit of the bet, but honestly, he just wanted to protect you from that, and he had no idea why. 
"Oh yeah?" You wondered with a grin. 
"Mhmm," Harry said, "step up from strangers, and a step closer to friends," he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 
"Friends," you chuckled. "right," 
"You're going to need some of those you know, uni is hard enough as is, having people to talk to makes it more barrable," he explained. 
You nodded, mulling over the thought of being his friend. "Yeah alright, tell you what, we're friends," you chuckled at him. He smiled wide at you before you interrupted. "On one condition," 
He narrowed his brows at you but nodded. "Shoot," 
"It doesn't go further than that, ever," if there was one thing you were sure of it was that you couldn't take another heartbreak, and Harry.. well he seemed like the perfect boy to break your heart. You had to protect yourself after all, even if you were selling short an opportunity. 
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at you. All too aware of the bet with Tom becoming a whole lot more difficult. "Deal y/n, friends and nothing more," he stuck out his hand for you to shake and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed it and pulled it towards you to clean. 
"Now let's get this cleaned up," you mumbled as you wet a gauze pad with some rubbing alcohol. 
"Aww shit," he hissed as you pressed it to his busted knuckle. "So now since we're friends, what was that guy's deal anyway?" He Wondered as he winced while you proceeded to clean his hand. 
"Basic story," you sighed. "Highschool sweetheart, lost my virginity to him, thought it was forever, only to have my heart crushed when my best friend told me that they had been sleeping together for months," you ripped a bandaid open and sealed it over the split in Harry's knuckle noticing a bunch of partially healed cuts and scars along with callouses. "He begged me to forgive him, and explained that I was an idiot if I moved to throw away all the good years we had had over a few months. So I packed a bag, left a note that said I was an idiot and flew to Scotland for two months, then Mal told me she had a room open and I enrolled here for school, picked up and completely upended my life," you explained. 
"You're not an idiot," Harry said sternly. 
You nodded with a smile, "no I'm not, I just, I know what I'm worth, and it's a whole lot more than that," you grabbed the bottle of vodka again taking a swing before offering it to Harry. 
He eyed you for a minute before shrugging and throwing it back. "So what now? You have given up on love all together?" He wondered. 
You chuckled before nodding. "Something like that, it's not worth the pain, you know, it feels good for a while, but then to have your heart destroyed," you sighed as you stared at the wall, "no one deserves to feel that, like you weren't enough, or you were just some means to an end," you told him. 
Harry cringed at that last statement. He wanted to call Tom and call the whole thing off, there was no way he could go through with this and risk you getting hurt in the crossfire, especially with you being so open with him, this wasn't worth bragging rights, hell it probably wasn't worth anything Tom had to offer. He pulled his phone from his pocket seeing a text from Tom that read 'I expect a full report in the morning lover boy,' and suddenly the idea of throwing the bet out the window went right out the window instead. 
Harry would come to regret this moment, and he knew that without a shadow of a doubt. You deserved more than to be part of something so childish without knowing, but his competitive cocky nature made him headstrong, and that, that was his problem. 
"So," Harry sighed, sitting back and looking at you. "only guy you have ever been with huh?" 
You groaned as you grabbed the bottle of vodka and made your way to the L shaped couch. "Yup, 23 years old and I've only slept with one person, which either makes me extremely sad or extremely lucky," you shrugged as you took another swig of the drink. "Guess it just depends on who you ask. What about you?" You wondered, your attention turned back toward where he was leaning against the counter.
"What about me?" He asked with a grin. 
"Come on," you chuckled. "You must get around with a smile and face like that," you teased. 
Harry just rolled his eyes before making his way to the couch beside you. "Nothing serious," he admitted. "A few flings, but that's it," he told you. 
You nodded, offering him the bottle again which he gladly took. 
You spent the next late hours chewing the shit and becoming fast friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you that you couldn't deny, but there was no way you would ever act on it. 
You yawned as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 3 am and between the two of you guys, you had nearly finished the vodka. "We should get some sleep," you mumbled as you let your eyes fall closed. 
"We've been friends for only a few hours and we're already having sleepovers?" Harry chuckled as he sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped around your legs. "How scandalous," he mumbled before his breathing got heavy and passed out. 
Harry's head pounded as his eyes fluttered open the next morning, to a terrifying sight. Harry gasped as he sat up seeing a very angry Mal standing above him. "I specifically told you no," she warned. 
"I didn't do anything," Harry protested, and he was telling the truth, he hadn't done anything, which in and of itself was not like him at all. 
"She's not another mark on your bedpost Harry," she told him with a sigh. "She's been through a lot in life and she doesn't need any of the drama that comes along with a Holland," 
Harry looked at Mallory with a serious face before he answered. "We're not all Tom Mal. I just want to be her friend nothing more," the lie felt heavy on his tongue as he said it, but it seemed to be enough for her. 
She nodded and then looked at you still fast asleep on the couch. "I'll kill you if you hurt her," she warned.
"I'll hold you to that," Harry said honestly, because suddenly he was worried hurting you just might break him.  
You awoke to the smell of something delicious. You pushed up from the couch to find Mal standing at the stove. "Morning you floozy," you chuckled as you stretched your arms above your head. 
"I can say the same to you," she giggled as she looked over at you with a funny look. 
"What?" You wondered with narrowed eyes, and then last night came flooding back into your mind. You glanced over to the other side of the couch to find it empty. 
"He left this morning when I got home," she told you as she turned back to the food she was cooking. 
"Oh," you mumbled as you stood up from the couch. 
"Y/n, I meant what I said yesterday," she sighed as she turned around to face you again. "The Holland's, they are bad news, and Harry is the worst of them," she told you. 
You shook your head. "We're only friends Mal," you assured her. 
She nodded, "well Tom and I aren't even that and look what he does to me," she grumbled. 
You felt bad. Honestly you did. But you and Harry were only friends, and you had agreed to be nothing more. So what was the danger there? 
As soon as Harry had gotten home Tom was all over him. "So?" He wondered. 
"What? You think I have a fucking magic dick or something?" Harry scoffed. 
"You used your dick then? Noted." Tom chuckled loudly. 
Harry was tired, and more than a little irritated. "No actually, I don't have to lead with my dick to get someone to talk to me," he spat at his older brother, before bounding his way up to his room. 
"Well maybe if you did this would go faster," Tom chuckled, ignoring Harry's obviously bad attitude. 
"Yeah, whatever Tom," Harry grumbled before stripping his clothes off to get in the shower. 
"Call it quits if you want mate, I won't judge you none," Tom called through the bathroom door. 
Harry should have taken that out, he should have called it quits, because he didn't see an end where this didn't end in a disaster, but he couldn't, he couldn't back out now. "piss off Tom," he called through the door. 
The next few days were a blur, between beginning your classes and trying to get a lay of the land you barely had a minute to yourself. You walked out of your creative writing class with the full intention to go home, strip off your clothes, run yourself a nice bath and relax. 
"Hey you," you heard from behind you. 
You turned to see Harry standing there, with a gym duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Oh Harry, hi," you said. 
"I uh- I didn't get your number last weekend," he chuckled before holding out his phone to you. "Hard to get ahold of friends when you don't have a way to contact them," you smiled at him and took the phone from his hand, entering in your number. 
"Here you go," you told him. 
He looked over the screen and smiled "y/n/n?" He asked. 
"My friends get to call me that," you winked before turning to head in the direction of home. 
"Hey!" Harry called, running after you. "I was thinking, were having a party this weekend-"
"You live in a frat, aren't there parties every weekend?" You wondered. 
"Touche," Harry chuckled. "Anyways, I'm not really feeling up to it and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go somewhere with me?" He asked you. 
You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him. "Go somewhere?" You squeaked. 
"Yeah, just two friends hanging out," Harry clarified. 
You nodded, his words not really easing the sudden ache in your stomach. "Um, yeah. Yeah that sounds fun," you lied. It did not sound fun, if anything it sounded like a disaster in the making. 
"Cool," Harry sighed in relief, "I'll pick you up Saturday morning at 8," and then he was gone. 
"8am?" You yelled after him. 
"Bright and early sunshine!" He called back before disappearing all together. 
Recipe. For. Disaster. 
So there you were 7:45 on a Saturday morning debating on what outfit looked the best to spend the day with Harry. You had been texting non stop since you gave him your number, and he had told you to wear something casual that you didn't mind getting dirty. 
Mal was nowhere to be found having gone out last night to do something. That something being Tom, you had no doubt about that. 
Having no one to ask about your current outfit, you Snapped a picture and sent it to Harry asking him if was ok. 
His response was immediate. 
H- dare I say you look edible? 
Y/n- Harry! You can't say that! 
H- ohhh, ok. Then you look perfect y/n/n 
H- pulling up now. 
H- get your edible ass down here. 
You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your purse and made your way down to the entrance to your apartment. 
Harry was out of the car and standing on the passenger side holding the door open for you as soon as you stepped out. "And they say chivalry is dead," you chuckled as you slid into the seat and buckled yourself. 
"Whoever said that has obviously not met any of the Holland's," he teased back. 
You let out a laugh before turning to him. "Do you know what is said about 'the Holland's'?" You asked.
He shot you a funny look before you continued, "you boys have a reputation for being bad news, absolute heartbreakers," you told him. 
"Woah," he said as he turned onto a road you were unfamiliar with, "I'm very straightforward with all the girls I evolve myself with that they should not fall in love with me," 
You rolled your eyes at that, "it's not always that simple, sometimes it just happens and you can't even pinpoint when," you explained. 
He nodded, "I guess I just wouldn't know, never been in love," he admitted. 
You felt utter shock wash over you. "Never?!" You demanded. 
He shook his head, "can't get your heart broken if you keep it hidden," he said. "Plus I'm a busy guy, between rugby and my classes, not much time or energy to keep a relationship,"
"Harry," you whispered, "that's kind of sad," you looked at him with his full attention on the road ahead of you, he nodded slightly before taking a deep breath. 
"It may be, but I haven't had to try and pick up the pieces of my heart because someone else shattered it. If my heart gets broken, I want to blame myself," Harry admitted. 
You sighed before sitting back into the car seat and staring out the window wondering where the heck he was taking you. 
Eventually, Harry pulled the car off the road and put it in park in front of what seemed to be a giant canal, with an amazing view. 
"Where are we?" You wondered as you unbuckled yourself and climbed out of the car. 
"This is where I come, when I want to escape," he told you. "Come on, I have something to show you," he stopped at the trunk of his car before pulling out a large bag and then walking forward, grabbing your hand as he passed by. 
The walk was short and when he finally stopped walking you were amazed. Underneath a bridge, that had a perfect shield of privacy all while still giving you a full view of the canal and all it had to offer. 
"Wow," you said as you sat down on a large rock. 
Harry nodded as he watched you take it all in, this was his place, the one he would come to anytime he just couldn't take it anymore and needed a way out. To be sharing it with someone felt so weird, but also right. He hadn't planned to bring you here, having a whole other day planned, but after the constant texts and getting to know you in the past week, he knew he wanted to share this with you. 
"It's my favorite place," Harry admitted. 
"You probably bring all the girls here," you teased with a smile. 
Harry sighed, "actually, I've never bought anyone here," he told you. He rummaged around his bag before pulling out a few waters and handing you one. "I also made you a sandwich in case you get hungry," he told you. 
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at him. A sudden onset of feelings you were not supposed to be feeling rushing over you. "Thank you," you whispered. 
Harry nodded, before sitting next to you. "So," he said after a minute of silence. "Tell me something you have never admitted out loud," he told you. 
You chuckled as you thought about it. There were a few options that came to mind, but most that were childish and not worth saying out loud, so you went with the one that had been eating away at you for the last few years. "I don't think I have ever had an orgasm," you admitted, staring ahead. 
Harry's eyes flew open in shock at your words as he spit his drink out, effectively covering you in water. "I'm sorry, what?!" Harry demanded as he tried to help you wipe yourself off. 
You shrugged, "you know how, like if your going to go to an amusement park, the day before your all excited because you have been hearing about this amazing ride, and you can't wait to ride it, and then you get there, and it's the carousel," you explained. "That's how sex always was for me, and I never have been able to get really into doing it myself," you admitted. 
"So you don't know if you have? Or you never have?" Harry wondered. 
You sighed as you thought about it. "I don't think I ever have," you laughed as you threw your head back laughing. "How sad is that?" You chuckled. 
"Extremely," Harry chuckled before taking a deep breath. "I could uh," he looked over at you. "I could help you," he shrugged. 
You felt your mouth drop open at that. Help you? With like… getting off? So you said the only thing that came to your mind. "Help me?" You wondered. 
He nodded, "I won't touch you or anything, unless you ask me to, but yeah, I could you know, help I guess," 
"How?" You asked suddenly breathless with the situation at hand. 
Harry's eyebrows shot up, "like you want me to show you?" He Wondered. 
All you could do was nod. Stupid girly hormones. 
Harry took a deep breath before nodding himself. "Just a friend helping a friend," he whispered to himself. 
He grabbed your hands as he pulled you from where you were sitting on the rock and began to push you back towards the cement wall. You gasped as your back hit the wall and Harry's body was only a few inches away from you. 
"I'm going to hold your hips to help you move," he told you with a husky voice, "but you're going to do all the work, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, and if you want me to stop, say the word and I will," he explained. You nodded as you stared up into his warm brown eyes, an ache forming in your stomach. "I need you to say the word y/n/n," he whispered. 
"Yes," you whispered, Harry kicked your legs apart with one of his before slotting his knee between your legs and pushing his thigh against your core, his hands firmly planted on your hips as he began to help you grind against him. 
It was almost pathetic, because in all the times you had had actual sex it never felt as good as this did. You stared into Harry's lust filled eyes wishing he would lean in and kiss you, dear God did you want his lips on yours.
He pulled you against his thigh firmly and you let out a moan as your eyes drifted shut and your head fell back. 
"That's it," Harry mumbled as he continued what he was doing. "Just relax and let go," he cooed. 
You couldn't help the way his words made you feel, making the whole situation that much better, you felt yourself begin to loose control as your breathing increased and your legs tightened around Harry's thigh. 
"Oh fuck," you moaned out as a sudden wave of ecstasy washed over you, and you knew for certain, you most definitely had never had an orgasm before now, and you had just had your first one riding Harry Holland's' thigh. 
How. Embarrassing. 
As you came down from the high you opened your eyes to see Harry staring at you, his own eyes full of lust and unspoken desires. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he admitted. 
You felt yourself become all to aware of his thigh still pressed firmly against you. "Friends helping friends," you chuckled. 
Harry nodded as he glanced down to your lips before shaking his head and backing up. "I need to- I need- give me a minute," he told you as he made his way out of sight, walking a little funny with an obvious problem in his pants.  
You felt yourself exhale, completely shocked that you had let that happen. That happened. 
Holy. Shit.  
You shook your limbs as you made your way back to the rocks you had been sitting on before. 
You could hear Harry mumbling off on the side he had disappeared off to. "Fucking div," he groaned. "Friends? Friends don't fucking do that. Fuck, friends don't look at you like that," he exhaled loudly before slowly returning. 
You watched him as he rounded the rock to sit beside you. He took a deep breath before returning to you. "I have to be honest." He sighed. "I lied to you before," he admitted. 
You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, "about?" You wondered. 
"Friends don't usually help friends like that," Harry explained. 
You couldn't help the laugh that erupted from your chest. "Well they should," you teased with a smile. 
Harry turned away from you with a smile before shaking his head. "So did I help you out? Or no?" He wondered with his bottom lip pinned between his teeth. 
"You helped me out tremendously," you giggled. 
He nodded before turning away to adjust himself. 
"Fuck, tell me we can never do that again, for the sake of our friendship," Harry demanded. 
"Ok," you whispered. 
"Tell me now y/n, or so help me," he groaned. 
"We can't do it again Harry, for the sake of our friendship," you told him with a smirk. 
He nodded before looking at you shocked, "you didn't say never," he reminded. 
"Didn't I?" You teased. 
The next few weeks were spent together. When you weren't at class, you were usually with Harry, whether it be at the frat, your apartment, his practice, or your guys spot upon the canal, you had grown to be inseparable. 
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Simping over middle aged actors who don’t know I exist. An essay.
Maybe it’s just a general lady thing, but I have a tendency to crush on actors 10+ years older than me. Am I a lonely 26 year old lady waiting for her happily ever after while my catholic match profile is crickets?
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You got me there.
But like seriously it is a general human thing to find someone attractive and to feel feels. It’s in everything, life, movies, music, ballet, art, history. Don’t get me started on my favorite Corinthians verse about love.
I’ve been thinking about writing this post for a while now. I was basically inspired by Brittney Broski, who simps all the time and people relate to that and listen to her ramblings. I’m sure one other person out there is interested in hearing my simp interests. 😅😂
I have a top 5 of middle aged hot guys I absolutely love. All of these are crushes that started when I started getting crushes and I still find them attractive today as a 26 year old lady. In order of discovering and falling for them they are…
Ben Barnes
Robert Pattinson
Cillian Murphy
Sebastian Stan
Daniel Brühl
1. Ben Barnes
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I was 11, snacks and dance class was life, the hormones were starting to kick in and the second Narnia movie had come out. I wasn’t much of a Narnia fan but I was forced to tag along with the after school program I was in to a showing of this movie as a last day of school celebration. Ben Barnes as Prince Caspian was FINE AF to my 11 year old eyes and heart. I fell for him like a ton of bricks and would get 11 year old girl fantasies of being Prince Caspian’s princess.
He is over 40 now and still fine as hell. His character in Shadow and Bone is amazing. He def plays dark personality characters very well. He has a singing career as well and his cover of River was in my top Spotify songs last year.
I love that he is in T-Mobile commercials now. He is perfect. He is THE ultimate hot British actor. I hope T-mobile paid him well because my man is talented and deserves to be more than just a face of T-Mobile. When I was stressed and on edge at my previous job at an urgent care, seeing his face on commercials always made my 12 hour shifts better.
I’m surprised he hasn’t been in some BBC new classic considering he is both British and adorable and would totally make a good heart throb protagonist?!
2. Robert Pattinson
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I was in 6th grade and the Twilight books and craze was big at my middle school. Every other girl including myself was wearing team Edward or Team Jacob shirts. The Twilight movies also had come out. RPatz was the heartthrob of every girl. Move over Prince Caspian, Claire is grown and edgy and likes edgy hot guys that match 😂.
A couple years ago I watched his video on GQ where he takes a look into his career and decided to dive into some of these movies myself. His young self is cute as a button in the 4th Harry Potter movie even though his charming character has an unfortunate fate. He makes the perfect Batman, just add in the Chris Nolan plot and music and we got a perfect match. He totally captured the darkness and loneliness in Bruce Wayne/Batman.
Of course I HAD to see his Chris Nolan debut. If you read my other posts, you know I am a superfan for Christopher Nolan movies.
He is fine and cute in that movie. His performance is great. His performance in The King was also great. He def nailed that French accent.
He can be the American heart throb AND the British heart throb at the same time
3. Cillian Murphy
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I’m 16. I’m into zombie movies and 28 days later is on BBC even though the plot and IMDb pictures are scary, I still ditch my chemistry homework to watch it. Totally fine with any nightmares I’ll probably get. Still my favorite zombie movie to this day and one of the few horror movies I’ll still watch since converting to Catholicism.
This is the first time I actually fell for an actor because of their performance and then I deep dived into other works he is casted in.
I love his intensity and dedication to roles as well as approach. Even during his small role in Dunkirk. I love the power and darkness he puts into Tommy Shelby. I mean have you seen the scenes where Tommy is in full blown rage? He goes from zero to rage effortlessly.
His performance in Oppenheimer deserves an Oscar and if he doesn’t get it I am rioting. He nailed the look. He nailed the sensory overload/overwhelmed looks. Just perfect.
I’d love to just have a Guinness with him and just discuss Irish culture and his career over.
4. Sebastian Stan
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What is funny about this one is that for a bit I was a Steve Rogers stan. Like from ages 16-21 Steve was my man. That was until his friend Bucky stumbled upon in my dream one night. Originally that is how I knew Sebastian but then i stumbled upon The Devil All The Time where he has a small part as a corrupt small town sheriff and became curious.
Last summer I had a random dream about Sebastian whist I was simping on RPatz. Somehow my curiosity got me and I became a Bucky stan. Still to this day I simp over him, even though there’s another guy I’m simping over even stronger (see below).
He is just so fine and such a sweet human being. I read a buzz feed article about people who have met nice and cool celebrities and my Sebbys was on it. In that video he did for GQ of him reviewing his career, he is so humble, so genuine and always has something nice to say about everyone he works with.
And now the current middle aged actor I’m simping on…
5. Daniel Brühl
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See my alienist blog post
Three words. Calm. Collected. German.
Well more like handsome, multilingual, and German 😂
Wes references aside, It all started with my curiosity with the movie Rush. I had only known Daniel as Zemo in the marvel movies so I thought let’s see his other filmography. I fell for Daniel like a pile of bricks. The eyes. The hair. The talent. It was really Dr. Laszlo Kreizler that did it for me. According to Niki Lauda himself (God Rest His Soul) Daniel is a “down to earth guy” like who doesn’t love that?! Plus being a wannabe #tradwife finds it so adorable that he has a wife and kids. I never want to cheat on those ever I’m not that lady. But there is something so cute to me about a man with a family. Then again that’s what all my fantasies are.
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He is a perf trad man vibes. Who doesn’t love that?! His character in Rush gives the same vibe too. I also love me a smart and sarcastic man like Dr. Kreizler. Then again I’ve been told Germans are just that way and being that I’m about 1/3 German I could just find that sexy in my blood 😂
In conclusion
I have one goal in common with these men. I want to see them each in a Chris Nolan movie AND a Wes Movie. Not one or the other. Both. Rpatz and Cillian are halfway there.
My top 5 of middle aged actors that I will forever simp on: honorable mentions
Matthew McConaughey - his performance in interstellar is so amazing I’m naming my son Joseph in honor of not only the OG St. Joseph himself but his character in Interstellar. Also is pro American and sometimes stars in comedies.
Adrian Brody- a Wes regular. And on Peaky Blinders. I love his variety. “I think it STINKS!!!”
Chris Evans- I was obsessed with him and Steve rogers during my late teens for a MINUTE. So he has to be included here.
Ryan Reynolds’s. He was pikachu and he is a family man and has a beautiful family with Blake Lively.
Honorable mentions but they’re actors I find hot but they’re my age (Oct 1996 or younger/older by 5 years)
Tom Holland. Fellow 1996 baby and I’m pretty sure he would’ve graduated in my class. Plus he is faithful, anti Hollywood actor, and a loveable dork. Also he does it all.
Timothee Chalamet- probs the Leo DiCaprio of my generation. Plus that jawline and hair. Hard to find a cutie with hair texture like mine.
Tony Ravilori. Also a fellow 1996 baby and Wes regular. Has a charming simplicity in his characters.
Freddie Highmore- I just love his performance in The Good Doctor.
If they’re my age I may have an expressed interest in their work because they’re my age. I’ll be seeing them in 40 years on tv looking as perfect as ever still and me with my greying hair will wonder where time went.
Harry Styles. I was a one Direction girl. Been following his solo work for a bit and he is a fellow 420 user 😂
Honorable mentions but they’re actors older than my parents
Wes Anderson. year older than my mom and he fine as hell on top of being my favorite director.
Jeff Goldblum -it’s Jeff Goldblum
I’m not too crazy about the honorable mentions but they’re still cool. I’d have a glass of wine or blunt with them. We all have our favorites on differentiating levels.
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