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[mxssingmemories]

julian's masterlist !

Chris Evans

❁ Making Magic

Y/N is an equestrian, and has been for years. Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan are her mentors and father figures. It's Y/N's first horse show-what could go wrong? Or, in her case, what could go right?

❁ It'll Be Okay

You just started a new job and have started getting bad migraines. Chris just wants to be there for his daughter.

❁ A Fresh Start

Y/N is finally moving out of her childhood home. It's a big decision, but she knows she's got Chris and Sebastian in her corner.

Sebastian Stan

❁ Making Magic

Y/N is an equestrian, and has been for years. Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan are her mentors and father figures. It's Y/N's first horse show-what could go wrong? Or, in her case, what could go right?

❁ A Fresh Start

Y/N is finally moving out of her childhood home. it's a big decision, but she knows she's got Sebastian and Chris in her corner.

❁ Back to School

It's back to school time for Y/N, how much chaos can this possibly cause in the Stan household?

❁ Paparazzi Sucks

On a father-daughter date, paparazzi do their best to ruin it. Sebastian doesn't let it get to you too much, though; lots of fluff <3

Tom Holland

❁ Best Friend Ever

You found out some news about yourself and you really want to tell your best friend Tom. You're really worried about how he'll react, but he comes through like the amazing person he is.

❁ Not A Girl

Y/N is trans male, and after a fight with his mom, he goes straight to the person who knows him the best-Tom. They've been best friends for years, and Tom's happy to help his favorite person however he can.

Tony Stark

❁ Burgers

You're sick, and you scare the shit out of your dad. Fluff and burgers ensue.

Jensen Ackles

❁ Go Fish, Bitch

When Jensen gets bored, he tends to cause chaos. Today, he brings Y/N into the chaos, and she loves it. In which a card game commences, and Jensen loses by a long shot.

Harry Styles

❁ That Just Happened

You've known Harry since you've been in high school-little does he know that you see him as a father figure. After a really rough day, you accidentally call him dad. Love ensues.

I Write For:

M A R V E L:

>Tony Stark

>Bruce Banner

>Black Widow

>Pepper Potts

>Steve Rogers

>Peter Parker

>Tom Holland

>Chris Evans

>Sebastian Stan

>RDJ

>Chris Hemsworth

>Anthony Mackie

S U P E R N A T U R A L:

>Dean Winchester

>Sam Winchester

>Castiel

>Jensen Ackles

>Jared Padalecki

>Misha Collins

M A R A U D E R S:

>James Potter

>Lily Evans

>Sirius Black

>Remus Lupin

>Peter Pettigrew

B R O O K L Y N N I N E N I N E

>Jake Peralta

>Ray Holt

>Terry Jeffords

C R I M I N A L M I N D S

***I am only on the first season!! I'm not familar with the characters, but I'm really loving the idea of writing for some of em :)

>Spencer Reid

>Aaron Hotchner

>Derek Morgan

Please keep in mind that I am currently only writing platonic fics! I'm writing teen!reader, daughter!reader, best friend!reader, or sister!reader. I am comfortable writing pretty much anything, so please feel free to send in a request.

Request Status: Open!

major thank you to @aadapaadakaunpaada who helped me figure this whole thing out :)

#mxssingmemories' masterlist #my masterlist #thank you to ash who helped me with this whole thing :)

[skyofstorms]

Muses by Request | Masterlist

These muses are playable by request. This list only hase muse name, fandom and face claim.

Bruni | Frozen | Osaki Shotaro

Hades | Descendants/Greek Mythology | Ian Bohen

Reno Akujin | Final Fantasy VII | TBD

Padme Amidala | Star Wars | Natalie Portman

Allison Argent | Teen Wolf | Crystal Reed

Chris Argent | Teen Wolf | JR Bourne

Melanie Barnes | Marvel OC | Alexandra Daddario

Qrow Branwen | RWBY | Lee Donghae

Audrey Briarose | Descendants | Sarah Jeffrey

Artemis Crescent | Sailor Moon | Kwon Jiyong

Rebecca Daniels | Criminal Minds | Holland Roden

Caleb Danver | Covenant | Steven Strait

Clary Fairchild | Shadowhunters | Katherine McNamara

Cora Hale | Teen Wolf | Adelaide Kane

Chinami Kennedy | Resident Evil OC | Heo Yoorim

Loki Laufeyson | Marvel/Norse Mythology | Katie McGrath/Tom Hiddleston

Wanda Maximoff | Marvel | Elizabeth Olsen

Klaus Mikaelson | TVD/Originals | Joseph Morgan

Sebsatian Morgenstern | Shadowhunters | Will Tudor

Moon Heechul | OC | Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul

Harry Hook | Descendants | Thomas Doherty

Touka Kirishima | Tokyo Ghoul | Momo Hirai

Alec Lightwood | Shadowhunters | Matthew Daddario

Thor Odinson | Marvel | Chris Hemsworth

Kataigida Parthenopaeus | OC | Tom Ellis

Ciel Phantomhive | Black Butler | Yoon JeongHan

Evelyn Queen | Descendants | Sophia Carson

Lucy Quinnzel | DC | Ashley Benson

Natasha Romanov | Marvel | Scarlet Johanssen

Cassandra Rogers | Marvel OC | Chloe Moretz

Steve Rogers | Marvel | Chris Evans

Weiss Schnee | RWBY | TBD

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | Dylan O'Brian

Finn Storm | Star Wars | John Boyega

Akali Tethi | League of Legends [K/DA] | Uchinaga Aeri

Sun Wukong | RWBY | Yan An

Arashi Yukihara | OC | Sana Minatozaki

Kira Yukimura | Teen Wolf | Arden Cho

#request muses #please let me take real breaths ⇼ behind the muses #teen wolf rp #descendants rp #marvel rp #tvd rp #black butler rp #kuroshitsuji rp #dc rp #oc rp

[tomsland]

TOMSLAND'S FC MASTERLIST

Aloha! He decidido hacer este FC Masterlist en lugar de una muse page porque durante 10 años de rol tuve más niños que una guardería. A continuación encontrarán faceclaims que he roleado/roleo/me gustaría rolear. Los escritos en negrita son personajes ya creados y el icono de estrella señala a mis musas principales, pero siéntanse libre de pedirme a quién sea que tengan como wanted opposite porque me abundan las ganas de rolearlos a todos.

A

Adelaide Kane

Alexandra Park (Eleanor Henstridge - Canon)

Alexis Ren

Alycia Debnam Carey (Saoirse Townes - OC) ★

Ana de Armas

Ariana Grande (Arielle Pavlak - OC)

Ashley Frangipane "Halsey" (Gemma Lovegood - OC)

B

Barbara Palvin (Sophie Blackwood - OC)

Bella Hadid

Bill Skarsgard

Britt Robertson

C

Candice Accola

Chace Crawford

Charlie Cox (Matthew Murdock - Canon / AU )

Chloe Bennet (Daisy Johnson - OC )

Chris Evans (Oliver Cohen - OC )

Chris Wood (Diego Casillas - OC) ★

D

Daniel Gillies (Ezra Sofianos - OC)

Danielle Campbell

Diego Boneta

Dylan O'Brien

E

Elizabeth Olsen (Winter Snow - OC)

Emeraude Toubia

Emilia Clarke

Emily VanCamp

Emma Roberts

Eugenia Suarez (Fernanda Acosta - OC)

Evan Peters

F

Francisco Lachowski

G

Gigi Hadid

Grant Gustin (Barry Allen - Canon / AU)

H

Halston Sage

Harry Styles ( Andrew Levine - OC ) ★

Henry Cavill (Louis Graham - OC)

I

Ian Somerhalder

J

Jack Falahee (Santiago Cardona - OC)

Jennifer Lawrence

Jensen Ackles (Zane Davenport)

Joe Jonas ( Jose Alejandro - OC )

Joseph Morgan ( James Black - OC ) ★

Josh Dallas

K

Katherine Mcnamara (Isis Sofianos - OC)

Kendall Jenner

Kylie Jenner

L

Lauren Jauregui ( Olivia Waldorf - OC )

Leighton Meester ( Brooklyn Swarovski - OC )

Liam Payne (Carter Disney - OC)

Lily Collins (Rosie Dunne - Canon )

Lily James

Louis Tomlinson (Thomas Crawford - OC)

Luke Hemmings (Blake Parker - OC) ★

M

Marie Avgeropoulos

Martin Garrix (Matthew Hale - OC)

Michael Fassbender

N

Niall Horan (Demian Ramsay - OC)

Nick Jonas

Nicola Peltz (Darcy Styles - OC )

Nina Dobrev

O

P

R

Richard Madden (William Hilton - OC) ★★

Riley Voelkel

S

Scott Eastwood (Lucas Prescott - OC)

Sebastian Stan ( Alexander Yasikov - OC)

Selena Gomez (Reign Carrington - OC)

Sophie Turner

Shay Mitchell (Chantelle Cooper - OC)

T

Tom Austen (Jasper Frost - Canon )

Tom Hardy (Jim Westminster - OC )

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Holland (Harry Gallagher - OC)

U

V

W

Y

Z

Zayn Malik (Nicholas Stronghold - OC)

#muses masterlist

[petersasteria]

𝐤'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.* 

Holland!Reader Masterlist || Preferences

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 2020

> Two-Faced // Part 2    - Harry acts so different around you compared to the boys and you don’t even notice it. 

> Cuddles    - Cuddling with your toddler.

> Anger Issues    - The average everyday mysterious emo guy becomes your friend.

> ghostin    - You’ve been ghosting Harry on some occasions and he finds out why.

> Oof // Part 2    - Part One: You meet Harry in the funniest way.    - Part Two: You go on a date with Harry.

> Photo Shoot    - Dad!Harry meets you at the park.

> Ignorance Is Your New Best Friend    - A little something based on ‘Anger Issues’.

> Birthday    - You’re Tom’s assistant and it’s Harry’s birthday.

> What Did You Say?    - Harry takes Sam’s advice to talk in front of a mirror about his feelings for you.

> Loving You (COMING SOON)    - All Harry wanted was to love you for the rest of his life and your opinions won’t change that.

> Free    - “When did she take over your heart like I used to?” “I don’t know”

> Used    -  You have a huge crush on Harry and he knew that. So, he uses you for his own pleasures. After months of you chasing after him and him using you, he finally tells you he loves you. Was it what you expected, though?

> Support    - The boys are updated with your videos.

> Which Kid’s Yours?     - In which you guess which kid is yours on Jimmy Kimmel’s show. Inspired by Julie Bowen playing the game on Jimmy’s show.

> Happy Ending     - Did you get the happy ending you deserve with Harry?

> The Gift of Family     - Christmas special x

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 2021

> The Package     - You’re an annoying telemarketer and Harry’s a CEO. How exactly will you be a problem of his?

> Love Documentary     - Harry is making a documentary about “great love”. Along the way, he gets frustrated and and asks his mum for advice. She said that he needed inspiration; an experience of great love. Then he met you.

> For Charity Purposes     - You’re the current Miss Universe and you collab with Brothers Trust.

> Mamma Mia     - Inspired by this tiktok. BFF!Harry.

𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀𝔼 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝔻𝔸𝕐 ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕊: 2021

> Too Late To Move - NEW    - Prompt 39 from my 90s Prompt List.

> Slight Rivalry - NEW    - Prompts 23, 30, and 34 from my 90s Prompt List.

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

> Oof - (ON GOING)    - He liked her for a long time, but she didn’t know he existed.

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @thatforgottenangel @turtoix @givebuckyhisplumsnow @sarcasticallywitty15 @yourstrulyamour @euphorichxlland @thevelvetseries @buckymylove @more-like-reyna @aayaissaa @sunwardsss

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @holland-styles @trustfundparker @calltothewild @holland-parkers @hufflepuffprincess24 @tommysparker @justasmisunderstoodasloki @quaksonhehe @call-me-baby-gir1 @itstaskeen @theonly1outof-a-billion @lost-in-the-stars03 @justafangirlduh @piscesparker @speedymaximoff @miraclesoflove @lexirv @blairscott @getbywithasmile @pqrkerr @lavender-writer @blackbat2020 @hoodpankow @bi-lmg @emmastarz @moonchild-s-blog​ @itszulli​

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[bradtomlovesya]

MASTERLIST

Who I write for:

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Arvin Russel

Bradley Simpson

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- TAGLIST -

Rumours

Summary: Tom and Y/n have been in a relationship for 2 years and it's always hard with the rumours and the distance. This time just became harder. (Inspired by the song "Unsaid" by Ruel)

Warnings: Angst!, bad ending, Tom being a dickhead sometimes, mentions of cheating, swearing.

Word count: 7.5k +

The Girl Of The Bar

Summary: Tom falls in love with you, the girl his brother (Harry) loves.

Warnings: Angst!, mentions of sex, swearing, insinuation, good ending.

Word count: 9k +

Blue Roses

Summary: Y/n is in love with his bestfriend Tom. The problem? He is already in a relationship.

Warnings: Angst!, Fluffy ending!

Word count: 2.6 k +

The Longest Night

Summary: Tom confronts you because he is tired of being your fuck-friend. Insipired by the song: FRIENDS - Chase Atlantic. Tom Holland! x Reader!

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive, Angst! with good ending. Fluffy end!

Word counter: 1.7k +

Chamomile Tea

Summary: Where Tom takes care of you during your period.

Warnings: None, just pure Fluff!

Word counter: 1.2k +

R.I.P To The Old You

Summary: Tom has been changing a lot lately, that doesn't mean it's a bad thing, does it?

Warnings: ANGST!, swearing, bad ending!

w/c: 3.4k +

Christmas Movie

Summary: You love watching Christmas movies and you know Tom does too.

Warnings: Nothing, is pure Fluff!

w/c: 908

In The End

Summary: You and Tom are triying to get to his parent's house for new year's.

Warnings: a little angsty but fluff in the end.

w/c: 1.5k +

Ghostface

Summary: You decide to prank you boyfriend and friends... sweet sweet revenge. (Based on this request - HERE - )

Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, serial killer!, a bit of dark humour at the end. (Let me know if I missed something)

W/C: 1.1k+

~♡♥︎♡~

SMAU! TOM

Happier

Status: Complete

Summary: Frat!Tom is in love with his bestfriend's girlfriend but he tries to hide it. Tom wishes that he could tell you the truth, that you would be happier with him.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, Angst!, swearing, mentions of sex, alcohol, kind of Fluff!

Number of chapters: 10

Public Eye

Status: Complete

Summary: You and Tom have a two-year relationship far from the public eye, but you're just tired of being a secret.

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive, Angst!

Number of chapters: 6

The Art of Eye Contact

Status: Complete

Summary: You broke up with him hoping not to see those beautiful brown eyes again. You knew if you two made eye contact again it would be the death of you.

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, angst!, fluff!, strong vocabulary. Read at your own risk.

Number of chapters: 7

SERIES! PETER

Choices | Series Masterlist

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, fluff!, swearing, some little descriptions of sex. +18

Number of chapters: 3

Perfectly Wrong | Pt. 1 / Pt. 2

Summary: Peter tries to make up and get you back. Based on this request - HERE -

Warnings: A bit Angst!, Fluff!, mentions of alcohol.

w/c: 1.7k+

ONE SHOTS! PETER

Goodbye

Summary: You only have a couple minutes left and you still have to say goodbye.

Warnings: ANGST! (in capital letters). Mentions of dead, Mentions of Blood, Injuries.

w/c: 2.1k +

Don't Leave Me

Summary: You and Brad have been dating on secret and Connor is in love with you but you don't want to be in the middle of them.

Warnings: Angst!, Swearing.

Word count: 1.1k +

I Fucking Hate You!

Summary: You and Brad have to do a project together. It's not easy when you hate each other.

Warnings: Smut! +18, swearing.

Word count: 1.3k +

You're So Blind

Summary: You're in love with your bestfriend Brad.

Warnings: Angst!, Fluffy!Ending.

Word count: 1.4k +

What Are You Talking About?

Summary: The morning after you had sex, Brad pretends nothing happened between you two.

Warnings: Smut! +18, Swearing, Angst! With good ending.

Word Count: 2k +

I'm Here

Summary: You have an anxiety attack and Brad helps you.

Warnings: Anxiety, Fluff!, Insinuation.

Word count: 987

I Met Him At A Festival

Summary: You meet Brad at a Festival and you think he just wants you for sex. But what if he doesn't?

Warnings: Suggestive, Fluffy!Ending.

Word count: 1.9k +

I Won't Surrender With You

Summary: You are admitted to hospital while Brad is on tour. When you tell him, he'd rather continue the tour than go with you.

Warnings: Angst!With bad ending, Swearing, Mentions of cheating.

Word count: 2k +

Jealousy Punishment

Summary: You go with your boyfriend, Brad to a party. A guy starts flirting with you and of course Brad doesn't like it so he shows you who you beling to.

Warnings: Smut! +18, Possessive, Angst!, Sub!reader × Dom!Brad, Swearing, Orgasm denied. Minors do not interact!

Word count: 4.5k +

It Was Supposed To Be A Surprise

Summary: You accidentally find the engagement's ring Brad has for you.

Warnings: Fluff!

Word count: 999

Future

Summary: Brad watches you babysitting and can't help but think about the future.

Warnings: Pure Fluff!

Word count: 1.2k +

Pancake Morning

Summary: Brad takes his bestfriend (You) on tour with him. One morning he just becomes oddly horny and can't stop looking at you.

Warnings: Smut! +18, Sub/Dom!Brad x Sub/Dom!Reader, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Fluffy!Ending. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2.9k +

~♡♥︎♡~

SMAU! BRAD

Jealousy, Jealousy

Status: Complete

Summary: Brad gets Jealous of your friend's brother.

Warnings: Swearing, Jealous.

Number of Chapters: 1

I Hate That I Love You

Status: Ongoing

Summary: You and Brad have been hating each other for over two years. Maybe that hate can turn in something else when you have to fo a project together.

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestive.

Number of Chapters: Not defined yet

~♡♥︎♡~

SERIES! BRAD

Just Sex | Pt.1 | Pt.2

Status: Complete

Summary: You and Brad have a strict relationship of just sex without feelings. But, What happens when you start falling in love with him?

Warnings: Smut! +18, Swearing, Angst!, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it), minors dni!

Number of Chapters: 2

When The Show Ends | Pt.1 | Pt. 2

Status: Complete

Summary: After seeing Brad using that red shirt on that concert you become oddly Horny

Warnings: Smut! +18, Dom!Brad x Sub!Reader, Spit Kink, Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Minors dni.

Number of Chapters: 2

SMAU! TOM AND BRAD

Wrong or Right

Status: Complete

Summary: You and Tom are in a relationship but things aren't the same as before and then you meet Brad.

Warnings: Angst!, Fluffy!, swearing, mentions of sex, Reader ends with Brad.

Number of Chapters: 15

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[belovedholland]

Christmas memories - [preface]

》 summary: Your's and Tom's families have spend every christmas together since you were 10. You have grown up together, and made many memories with one another.

So when you tell him that you are moving to America, you use all your time together, remembering and sharing those memories. In between the reminisings you realise that there may be some hidden feelings.

pairing: childhood-best-friend!Tom x reader

trope: friends to lovers

w/c: 1 k

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"Merry Christmas!" You exclaim as the front door opens, and you walk into the house, you would call home just as much as your own house.

"First in 20 days." Tom says and embraces you in a tight hug.

"Basically Christmas." You say into your best friend's shoulder making him chuckle while shaking his head.

"I've never met someone more obsessed with Christmas than you." He tells you as you pull away.

You met Tom when you were 10, your family had just moved to London, and you had started in Tom's class. The two of you got along so easily, and ever since then you have been best friends.

"What can I say? Christmas is the best time to spend with family." You take off your shoes and place them against the wall, as well as hanging your warm coat on the coat rack.

"Yet you spend every Christmas with me." You and Tom have gotten to know each other very well over the years, spending ever second together growing up.

Not only are you and Tom best friends, but your mothers have become quite close too. So when you were 15, Tom's mum had invited your family to spend Christmas together. It went so well, that it became tradition for your family to spends the Christmas holiday with the Hollands.

It is also perfect that your little brother, Lukas, is the same age as Sam and Harry, so through the years, they have become good friends too.

"You are family, dumbass." You tell him while you both enter the living room.

"And so are you." The sweet voice of Tom's mother sounds behind you. And as you turn around you give her a big hug.

"Nikki, hey!" You pull apart, and you give the room a glanze before talking. "The decorations look good!"

"Thank you." Nikki smiles softly at you. "Took me a long time, since the boys didn't want to give a hand." She says eyeing Tom, and raises an eyebrow.

"I was busy!" Tom said trying to defend himself.

"Busy doing what?" You ask with a cheeky smirk on your lips, that Tom knows only can mean one thing. You are going to be mean and joke with him. "Busy picking up girls? Because you do that all the time." You say sarcastically, well knowing that Tom hasn't dated anyone for a very long time.

"For you information, I was on a date 3 months ago, actually." He says sounding proud of himself.

"Three months?!" You exclaim as you begin laughing.

"Shut up, like hell you get guys." Tom says getting back at you.

"Fuck you!"

"You started!"

"And I'm going to end it too." You tell him with a harsh but joking look.

"You two go watch a movie before Christmas is ruined." Nikki orders, while you stay silent, your heads down, and you both mumble a low "sorry", and head towards the living room.

"I'm sure you get guys, I'm sorry." Tom says as you sit down on the couch.

"It's fine, but you're right, neither of us are doing great with dating at the moment." You say as Tom is scrolling trough Netflix, trying to find a Christmas movie for the two of you to watch.

"I'm sure you're doing better than me." Tom says as he finds The Grinch and clicks play.

"Not really." You sigh and cuddle into his side, trying to get comfortable for the movie.

A little over half way through the movie, you look up at Tom, seeing him watching the movie with concentration.

"I'm gonna miss this." You speak up, and Tom looks down at you.

"Miss what?"

"Spending Christmas together." Tom looks around the room confused, trying to understand what you are saying. But he doesn't get it, so he looks back at you, and asks for an explanation. "Since I'm leaving."

"What do you mean 'leaving'?" Tom asks even more confused than before.

"My family is moving to America." You explain and Tom's eyebrows shots up to his forhead. You explain to him, how your father have gotten a really great job offer, that he can't reject, and that the only downside is that, he has to move to the US.

"You are not actually gonna leave, are you?" Tom asks after you finish explaining the situation.

You look down at your hands before answering. "Yeah," your voice is low, as if it would all be good if Tom didn't hear you. "I'm sorry." You tell him, looking into his eyes.

"When is it?"

"The 27th."

"This month?" Tom asks with a sadness in his voice. Instead of speaking you simply just nodd your head in conformation. The two of you both looking down at your hands.

"That is in less than a month from now?!" Tom exclaims his voice slightly trembling from the sudden information.

"I'm sorry, I thought you already knew."

"Can't you just stay?" His voice is low and soft, just like his eyes. You feel so bad that he first finds out now, since you had known for a whole month. But there had never accured a good time to tell him, to be real, there is never a good times to say news like this, either way it will be sad and hard.

"I can't leave my family, you know that." With every second that goes by, it gets harder and harder to look at him. The only thing you see in his eyes, is the sadness, and him begging for you to stay.

"Less than an hour ago you called me family, but now you're leaving me anyway." His voice changes drastically, now sounding mad at you, which is even worse.

"Instead of getting angry and sad, let's use the rest of our time with nice things." You propose. You want to spend the rest of your time in London, with nice things and making the a last couple of memories, not arguing with your best friend.

You will do everything in your power to stay just as close when you are thousands of miles from each other.

"Yeah, let's do that."

"Do you remember the first Christmas we spend together?" You ask him with a smile on your lips from the memory.

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Feelings Untold (H.H)

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Warnings: lack of privacy, language, smut 😈

You realized your feelings for your Best friend when he introduced you to his girlfriend, and that was months ago. Slowly you had been pushing him away, afraid that he would notice, afraid that your feelings would come to light, and no matter how strong they were, Harry deserved to be happy, even if it was with her. So when he stormed into the room at 2 am in nothing but a pair of boxers you were taken aback. It's not that this was the first time he had done so, but it was the first time in months.

"Y/n," he groaned as he threw himself face down onto the bed.

"Harry?" You chuckled, he really was a sight.

"I broke up with Claire," he mumbled into the mattress. You weren't sure you had heard him correctly.

"I'm sorry, what?" You asked. A mixture of emotions washed over you with the thought of your best friend's loss of relationship.

"She gave me an ultimatum, and when she didn't like my answer, she tried to tell me what I could and couldn't do, and there is no way I was going to put up with that," your mind raced to think about all the possible ultimatums she could have given him, but you weren't sure exactly what had happened.

"So what'd she want you to choose from? What was the ultimatum?" You were sure it would be something ridiculous and you'd have to tell your best friend to call his girlfriend back and explain that he was just an idiot. I mean as smart as he was he could be mildly dramatic at times.

"Our relationship, or you," he said after rolling over onto his back, probably to gauge the reaction you had to hearing that. To say you were shocked was putting it lightly, why would she make him choose between that? Was your crush on him obvious? Had you been Crossing a line in something that you had done or said. "It was dumb, she swears that we are in love, and she was always the third wheel. I told her that that was absolutely ridiculous, I mean there's no way. Right?" You weren't sure if he was asking or telling you, hell you weren't sure of anything. it was late, and here was your Best friend who you 100% did have feelings for, hell it would be putting lightly to say you were in love with him. "Y/N, do you have feelings for me?" His tone was still quiet, but had a hint of cockiness behind it.

"Harry, don't be ridiculous," you managed to force out. His eyebrows raised at you in a knowing matter and you began to panic slightly. "Do you have feelings for me?" You shot back, hoping that would steer the subject anywhere else.

"'course I do," he said nonchalantly.

"Yeah that's what I- '' you stopped mid sentence hearing his words repeat in your head a few times. "What?" You asked, unsure of how much of this was happening and how much was a sleep deprived illusion.

He shifted around for a minute, pulling himself up to a sitting position to look at you, the room was dim, only the soft glow of the lamp on your dresser, and the air was suddenly dense, with hopes and expectations. From who and why? You had no clue.

"I always knew I did, it was just when she told me to choose, there wasn't even a hesitation. It was you, it's always been you, it will always be you," you felt your heart rate accelerate as you looked at Harry.

"You play too much Holland," you told him, fully expecting him to admit this was all a joke to you, but he just sat there, staring at you, eyes shooting from yours to your lips. Was this real? Was he actually into you? "Harry?"

"Y/n?" He responded, as he reached for your hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. "I'm not playing this time," you're not sure of anything at this moment.

He leaned forward towards you and it's like your brain has been preparing for this for as long as you can remember, you lean forward fitting yourself to him, and your lips meet in the middle. Soft and delicate, like a kiss that was just to confirm what you hadn't said. Feelings aired out in the open with no words, none needed. He knew. He always knew. This was the plan, since you were tots. Hell your first kiss had been shared with Harry at the ripe age of four years old, a memory documented with pictures to be pulled out at any gathering with both families. You and Harry were practically made for each other and everyone knew it except the two of you.

"Am I still ridiculous?" Harry asked, pulling away suddenly. You rolled your eyes and reached your hand up to the back of his neck pulling him back to you.

"You're always ridiculous Holland," you say sweetly, before reconnecting your lips, in a much more hungry kiss. If this was the defining moment, better make it worth it, you know?

His hands easily found your waist, lips moving in sync with yours, tongues brushing tongues. it was great, but you wanted him closer. You pulled him more as you leaned back, him quickly catching on and crawling over you as you're laid back onto your pillows. Your bodies are flush against each other, you only now realizing you're just in an over sized shirt, (belonging to Harry) and a cheeky pair of panties. You could feel everything, Harry's hips against your own and his bulge rubbed right where you wanted him to on your core. You're soaked,and you're sure he can feel that, even though his boxers.

"How far are we taking this?" He asked as he moved his lips to your jaw, and then your neck.

"What? Want to stop already?" You teased lightly, making him chuckle, before reaching down and practically ripping the shirt up and over your head, exposing your chest.

He took a deep breath,staring at you for a second too long, and you started to feel self conscious. You went to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists, shaking his head 'no' as his eyes trailed down your body. "Fuck, y/n. Your perfect," his words made you blush, and before you can say a thing, he dips his head down to your chest, taking your nipple in his mouth, making a gasp leave your lips. He does the same thing to the other before trailing kisses back up to your mouth. "What do you want?" He asks.

"You," you said, nearly begging him.

"You can have all of me, but what specifically?" He laughed.

"You, inside me," you elaborate.

"Fuck baby, all you had to do was ask," he says reaching down and touching your core over your underwear, his eyebrows raise, and you already know what he's going to say. "Been wanting this?"

"You don't even know," you said as you lifted your hips, a sign for him to take the fabric off your body, which he did quickly.

He runs a finger through your folds, catching some of your juices in the process. He then pulled down his boxers, his hard cock finally breaking free of the restraint, he pumped himself a few times before lining up at your entrance. Usually this would be so much more foreplay, anticipation, and building, but both of you are impatient, and you just want to know if what you've always imagined is as good in reality. He's gentle as he pushes into you, not rushing anything, just you and him, and a newly achieved level of intimacy. He's unbearably slow at first, making sure you're ok, before he speeds up his thrusts. As soon as he knows you're good, he lets loose, his pace picks up and he just happens to be hitting your spot with every thrust. You knew you were done for as his hand slipped between your bodies and his fingers find your nub, rubbing it gingerly. You're a moaning mess, and every noise you make is driving him closer to the edge. With a few more flicks of his fingers and a rather rough thrust, you let go completely, falling apart at Harry's hands (and cock). It only took him a second more before he is in the same spot you are. He dropped down next to you on the bed and grabbed the sheet that was balled up next to you, covering your naked, sweaty bodies.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n! I don't know who you have in there, but god damn, we're not on a porn set!" Tom called through the door, catching you by surprise, you hadn't realized how loud you had been.

"Sorry mate, my bad," Harry called out. You froze looking over to Harry. Your door flew open and Tom was standing in the doorway in shock, looking back and forth from you and Harry, who clearly just finished an extraneous workout.

"What the fuck?" He asked, confused by what he's seeing.

"Get out tom!" You shrieked, throwing a pillow towards him.

"I'm totally telling mum you have finally done it," he said towards Harry, before leaving the room, leaving the door wide open in his absence.

You knew living with the Holland boys meant zero privacy, but this just took it to a new level.

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「 FULL MASTERLIST 」

⊹ fluff, ✧ angst, ≛ nsfw, ** sensitive

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approximate total word count: 65.5k+

TOM HOLLAND

— what could be ⊹

tom starts to wonder if you really are better off as friends (1.3k)

— bridged ⊹ ✧

the bridge between friendship and something more is crossed in the middle of an airport terminal (1.4k)

— eighteen ⊹ ✧

you’re tired of feeling like the world silences you, but after an interview with sebastian and anthony, you start to wonder if maybe it’s your fault (1.9k) **

— the autocomplete interview ⊹

your favorite thing about interviews is how cuddly tom gets afterwards, almost like he’s a life size teddy bear (1.5k)

— magic in the parks ⊹

and maybe he was meant to find love in the happiest place on earth, or maybe they were just strangers in the same room at the same time (5k)

— daddy’s girl ⊹

and since the day she was born she’s been his biggest fan (1k)

— wrapped in red ✧ ⊹

first time parents go santa shopping for their baby (1.4k)

— home for the holidays ⊹ ✧

tom doesn’t think he’s going to make it home in time for your daughters first christmas (2.3k)

— love to call you mine ⊹

she’s got somebody else’s eyes but you love her as your own. or, tom has a daughter from a previous relationship, but she’s your little best friend with honey eyes (1.5k)

— influencer ⊹

you’re the youngest holland, and what you want, you get (1.4k)

— no pants with his love ⊹

tom never miss out on an opportunity to rave about just how much he adores you (1.5k)

— SERIES

— butterfly kingdom ⊹

periwinkles have blossomed for eighteen years between the old english kingdoms of florence and arkadence. two royal families— one of many sons, and one of a single daughter, have filled the acres of land with peace for centuries. now, the two kingdoms will become one. (3.4k)

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HARRY STYLES

— amalfi coast ⊹

and maybe it was meant to be harry and his golden girl on the southern coast of italy, capturing magic before their lives changed forever, again (0.9k)

— lookout point ⊹

you’ve always been a fan of hallmark movies. you’ve made him watch them with you so many times, that when he chooses to propose, it’s in a snow sprinkled garden with a ring you’ve always dreamed of (3k)

— canyon moon ⊹

in which harry dedicates fine line to his and your daughter, then brings her on stage to close the show (1.4k)

— adore you ⊹

in which harry goes away for a few weeks and upon his highly anticipated arrival home your daughter doesn’t recognize him (1.7k)

— golden ⊹

in which harry doesn’t understand how he can possibly love such a small baby so painfully much (1.7k)

— seven tomorrow ⊹

you run into him at your campus starbucks not expecting to fall in love with his smile and the stupid holiday headband holding his hair back (1.5k)

— light up ⊹

in which harry hates that the two of you can’t enjoy a night on the town without the blinding lights of paparazzi (1.3k)

— ten little fingers, ten little toes ⊹

he proposed, you danced, and you created a family, all to one song, and now he’s singing it with your kids beside christmas lights and framed memories (1.2k)

— strawberries ⊹ ≛

you get carried away in front of a chocolate covered strawberry audience (1.1k)

— on your knees ≛

after being away for so long, you decide to test harry’s patience while he’s in a virtual business meeting (1.2k)

— falling ⊹ ✧

harry doesn’t want losing you to be his fault, but he can’t help the way he feels (0.6k)

— SERIES

— four ⊹

from a little british town to first class flights, you’ve always had a place in your heart for harry, and he’s had a place for you in his (0.2k)

one | two |

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CHRIS EVANS

— don’t wake dodger ⊹ ✧

you settle down for a night in with the family, showing off some of your favorite christmas films after an eventful afternoon in the kitchen (1.2k)

— BLURBS

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PETER PARKER

— heavy without you ✧

death is heavy on your mind this christmas season, but it’s even heavier on peters (1.8k) **

— you scare me ⊹ ✧

she had known him for so long, wasn’t it meant to be obvious that every night he snuck out of his bedroom to save the world? (1.7k)

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BUCKY BARNES

— BLURBS

gentle (0.2k)

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HARRISON OSTERFIELD

— COMING SOON

— BLURBS

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—     [ Masterlist ]

A collection of all of my works

Bold = NSFW

2nd Masterlist

All Avengers

The Avengers and their Hogwarts House

The Avengers and their kinks

The Avengers and Dick Speculation

The Avengers and their body count

The Avengers and their reaction to WAP

The Avengers and their reactions to the Tik-tok app

Steve Rogers

Being the Daughter of Thanos and Falling for Steve Rogers

Imagine Steve being infected with Sex Pollen and not being able to control himself around you

Imagine being Steve Roger’s soulmate

Imagine getting naked in front of Steve

Imagine riding Steve Rogers

Imagine showing Steve you’re not just a kid

Imagine Steve kidnapping a HYDRA personnel’s daughter

America’s Golden Toy

Imagine Steve being smitten with you, an alien

Imagine Steve finding your doppelgänger in the twenty first century

Imagine being a victim of Dark!Steve

Imagine Dark!Steve taking interest in you, a new mutant

Imagine disobeying Steve

Imagine Steve taking advantage of you, an innocent alien

Imagine not being able to take Steve

Bucky Barnes

Imagine comforting Bucky during a thunderstorm

Imagine Bucky being your New Years kiss

Imagine running into Dark!Bucky on one of his missions

Imagine Bucky dating Sam’s sister

Imagine the Winter Solider getting revenge with Pierce’s daughter

Bucky not realizing interracial dating is legal

Always

Imagine getting high with Bucky

Tony Stark

Imagine being Tony’s daughter and being caught making out with Peter

Imagine Tony blackmailing you

Tony’s reaction to you be an Southerner

Tony making his daughter work retail as punishment

Imagine Tony being your sugar daddy

Imagine Tony not being able to keep his eyes off of you

Morgan not liking you as her Stepmother

Imagine Tony adopting an alien baby

Age Gap

Thor Odinson

Arranged Marriage to Thor

Imagine being Thor’s servent

Imagine being worthy of Mjolnir

Come Back to Me

Peter Parker

Imagine dating Peter and being caught making out by your father, Tony

Peter Parker having a crush on a new alien girl

Sticky Situations

Perfect to Me

Giving Peter his first blowjob

Imagine doing the Spider-Kiss with Peter

The Cullens

The Amazing Spider-Man

Edward Cullen

How he’d react to you bleeding

First time with him

Imagine getting eloped with Edward

Emmett Cullen

How he’d react to you bleeding

Imagine bunjee jumping with Emmett

Imagine forcing Emmett to eat Ice Cream

First time with him

Imagine Emmett coming back after leaving you

Jasper Hale

How he’d react to you bleeding

First time with him

Alec Volturi

Imagine telling Alec you’re pregnant

Carlisle Cullen

First time with him

Imagine Carlisle finding out that you moved on

Marauders Era

Sirius Black

Introducing Sirius to American football

Regulus Black

Regulus Black as a boyfriend

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

Imagine Harry crushing on Draco’s twin sister

Confessing your feelings to Harry

Draco Malfoy

Imagine studying with Draco

Chris Evans

Quarantine with Chris Evans

Age Gap with Chris Evans

Not Wanting Kids with Chris Evans

Imagine getting a tattoo with Chris

Imagine being tied up by Chris

Imagine being a college girl and being fucked by Senator!Chris

Imagine Chris giving you a creampie

Doing the WAP dance in front of Chris

Imagine Chris flirting with his Interviewer

Painting Chris’ nails

Sending your kid to Pre-K with Chris

Imagine Chris with his best friend’s daughter

Chris Evans and cockwarming

Imagine Chris finding your fanfiction

Imagine telling Chris you’re breaking up with him

Soft!Chris cuddling you after a long day

Imagine Chris roleplaying as Steve Rogers during sex

Chris’ sexual bucketlist

Imagine Chris taking your virginity

Scott walking in on you and Chris

Imagine fucking Chris in public

Imagine Chris accidentally leaking your nudes

Chris dating a POC

Chris dating a curvy girl

Telling Chris you got nipple piercings

Chris finding out you’re pregnant

Tom Holland

Handling Hate as Tom’s Girlfriend

Imagine Tom Holland spanking you

Imagine having gym sex with Tom

Sebastian Stan

Imagine joining your boyfriend in bullying Tom Holland

Imagine Sebastian being your professor

Imagine bringing home a dog without telling Sebastian

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[ A ]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Adelaide Kane

Alberto Rosende

Alexia Fast

Alfie Enoch

Alicia Vikander

Alina Kovalenko

Ana de Armas

Andrew Lees

[ B ]

Barbara Palvin

Beau Mirchoff

Becky G

Ben Barnes

Benedict Cumberbatch

Benjamin Wadsworth

Bill Hader

Bill Skarsgård

Blake Shelton

Bob Morley

Brandon Flynn

Brant Daugherty

Brie Larson

Bruna Marquezine

[ C ]

Cailin Russo

Caitlin Stasey

Camila Mendes

Chace Crawford

Charlie Hunnam

Chris Evans

Chris Wood

Cody Christian

Cody Fern

Cole Sprouse

Colton Haynes

Courtney Eaton

Crystal Reed

[ D ]

Dacre Montgomery

Daisy Ridley

Dane Dehaan

Daniel Sharman

Danielle Rose Russell

Daria Sidorchuk

David Oakes

Dianna Agron

Dominic Sherwood

Douglas Booth

Dua Lipa

Dustin Clare

Dylan O'Brien

[ E ]

Eiza Gonzalez

Elizabeth Gillies

Elle Fanning

Elsa Hosk

Emeraude Toubia

Emilia Clarke

Emily Browning

Emmy Rossum

[ F ]

Francisco Lachowski

François Arnaud

Froy Gutierrez

[ G ]

Gabriella Wilde

Gemma Arterton

Gemma Chan

Gina Rodriguez

Grant Gustin

Gwilym Lee

[ H ]

Halston Sage

Hande Erçel

Harry Styles

Hera Hilmar

Herman Tommeraas

Holland Roden

[ I ]

Isabelle Fuhrman

[ J ]

Jake Gyllenhaal

Jamie Campbell Bower

Jared Padalecki

Jemima West

Jennifer Garner

Jennifer Lawrence

Jensen Ackles

Jesse Lee Soffer

Jessica Chastain

Jon Kortajarena

Jordan Barrett

Joseph Morgan

Justine Skye

[ K ]

Katherine Langford

Katie Stevens

Kaya Scodelario

Kit Harington

Kristine Froseth

Kriti Sanon

[ L ]

Lana Condor

Leighton Meester

Liam Hemsworth

Lili Reinhart

Lily Collins

Lily James

Luca Hollestelle

Lucky Blue Smith

Lucy Hale

Luke James

Lyrica Okano

[ M ]

Madchën Amick

Madelaine Petsch

Madison Beer

Maisie Williams

Manny Montana

Manu Rios

Marie Avgeropoulos

Martin Freeman

Matthew Daddario

Matthew Goode

Maxence Danet-Fauvel

Melissa Benoist

Michael Malarkey

Molly Quinn

[ N ]

Nam Joo-Hyuk

Naomi Scott

Natalie Dormer

Nathaniel Buzolic

Nick Robinson

Nina Dobrev

Norman Reedus

[ O ]

Olivia Holt

Orlando Bloom

[ P ]

Park Jimin

Park Min-hyuk

Paul Wesley

Paulina Singer

Phoebe Tonkin

[ R ]

Rachel Keller

Rami Malek

Remy Hii

Richard Madden

Robert Downey Jr.

Ross Lynch

Ruby Rose

Ryan Destiny

Ryan Reynolds

[ S ]

Sabrina Carpenter

Sam Claflin

Scarlett Leithold

Sebastian Stan

Shawn Mendes

Shay Mitchell

Shelley Hennig

Skeet Ulrich

Sofia Boutella

Sophie Turner

Stefanie Scott

Stella Maxwell

[ T ]

Tanner Buchanan

Taron Egerton

Taylor Swift

Tessa Thompson

Timothée Chalamet

Toby Regbo

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Holland

Tuppence Middleton

Tyler Hoechlin

[ V ]

Valentina Zenere

[ W ]

Will Tudor

Winona Ryder

[ Z ]

Zayn Malik

Zendaya

Zoey Deutch

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[peeterparkr]

perfidy;tom holland|21

chapter 21: the film.

enemies to lovers au/enemies with benefits

chapter summary: The puzzle, and not being able to pretend anymore

pairing: tom holland x y/n

warnings: angst, fluffy angst, angst and more angst.

word count: 10.2 k

playlist(1: with song names)

playlist 2 (Spotify link)

Playlist: perf1Dy (one direction+solo songs)

social media before you read  : Behind the scenes.

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Hi :) thanks to @peachybloomss​ for being my beta reader. 

Yes, this is the last chapter. No worries, Perennial is coming soon. (Next Friday!) But Here we go, anyways. Thanks for everyone who read this and for all the support. I hope you are as excited as I am for perennial, and well. Yes, I’m emotional you’ll be too. Cry with me. 

Tom has cried with movies before. Most of us have. That unexplainable feeling that comes when watching their emotions, while rooting for the main character and seeing how it all tumbled down right before their eyes. You know, that cramp on your chest when the last hope dies, or that feeling when you don’t get a happy ending. But you know you couldn’t get one, and the bittersweet ending is the best you can hope for. 

Yes, he’s cried with movies, not with movies like Titanic. No, no. Sure, it was sad. But not really the feeling they’d understand. He and y/n had talked about it, once, how neither of them had cried with that one. Even if they were so different, when it came to their emotions, they were very much alike. 

And with movies, even if y/n could sometimes be one of those pretentious film students, if she enjoyed a movie, no matter how cinematically wrong it could be, she didn’t mind, she would cry. But Tom knew y/n was brilliant with emotions, she perfectly knew how to crush hearts with one sentence, with one idea for a scene. He’d seen her do it. 

And that’s what led him there. Built-up scenes made to hurt him. 

Tom had never felt this wrong. Like a dagger going through his chest. Dry mouth. Swollen lips. He’d swallowed his words. As if saying anything would rip off his throat. 

He guessed it was his fault. Life paying off for crushing and loving his brother’s crush. It was a very complicated situation which he had yet to address with Harry. Yes, he had apologized. To his parents, to Harry, to Emma, well he had tried to, she hadn’t listened to him, and Emma’s parents. To Sam. Apologies for some sober thoughts that had accidentally transformed into drunken words. 

He felt selfish, and he felt conflicted. If he’d done this to help Harry out, then why the hell did he feel so wrong? 

But at least he had apologized. He had meant that apology. He was sorry, and he had said it. 

Not to y/n, though. Not to y/n. 

Did he have to? He probably did. Because he felt guilty because he knew that her words hadn’t been written in vain. She meant them. 

He was too proud to admit that he missed her. That he’d gotten so used to waking up to her that now waking up alone made his stomach tie up in a knot. He had wanted to kiss her so badly his lips ached. He was too proud to admit that the nights were too long and that they arrived earlier, that the sun wasn’t coming out. Because he’d shown her his weakness and strengths. But it was just another story for her. A scene. 

A movie he was crying with. 

That’s the worst thing about heartbreak, the aftermath. Having to deal with the fact that she wasn’t there. Having to deal with the fact that no matter how angry, he still loved her. That’s the hard thing about heartbreaks. They hurt, but it’s harder to accept the fact that it probably won’t come back to what it used to be. The worst thing about heartbreak is that not even the pain can be able to take away your feelings; to think that he had the world and it vanished right in front of him, and think he had arrived at war with no weapons and she still had shot fire. 

But he missed her. 

And he felt it. And he was amazed by how well she knew the feeling. The heartbreak. A chest pain. An intermittent pressure in his chest. As if he couldn’t breathe. A void. 

And it made him think. How she had gone through this kind of pain. How had she gotten up? How did she manage to get back around? How can you mend a broken heart? It’s impossible. 

Because he remembered seeing her coming back slowly, and maybe it did make sense why when she was back on their family lunches and dinners, she’d have to excuse herself and her nose would be red when she came back. Or how she’d zone out. How she’d stay quiet, very very quiet. 

Because words didn’t want to come out of his mouth. Because it had been a heartbreak caused by her. And caused by him. Now he regretted it. The damn morality speaking after drinking too much. And he shouldn’t have. He really shouldn’t have. 

He’d heal. Not right now. 

He couldn’t. He would, eventually. But not now. Or maybe he would if he saw her again. There was still that hopeful thought roaming around his mind. That they’d be able to work this out.

 He wanted to.

 He wanted to heal this, heal his sorrow. He wanted to live again, not like this. Not with this pain. How the hell had she done it? Live with the rain. 

And maybe he wanted to forgive her. Because after all, she’d forgiven him. 

But had she? If she’d done that, had she really forgiven him? 

He needed answers.

God, not that, not even that. He just needed to see her, at least from afar. Or maybe he’d look out for her, kiss her one last time. Kiss her goodbye. Wake up from this nightmare. 

He wanted this film to end already, he didn’t like it. He had cried with this one, even if he didn’t want to admit it out loud. Loving hurts. 

This story was not the love story he thought he’d have with her. He needed another chance, even if they’d run out of them. What would he do if he never saw her again? What if they never had the chance to give explanations. Did she have one? 

It wouldn't matter, she was home. And even if she’d hurt him, and even if he was bleeding, he knew he loved her, and he didn’t want to let her go. 

And it seemed like fate had listened to his thoughts. He saw her car. And that old vintage car gave him hope, and it gave him memories, too. From their first breakfast together to when he believed it could lead somewhere. Loving can heal. 

Was she in the same park as him? Was he looking for him? Maybe she was feeling the same. Maybe she too wanted to pause this for a little bit. He knew he did. 

He was sitting down on a bench, Tessa running around, and back to him. He barely had any emotions and he wasn’t as cheerful to play with her. He felt numb. Yes, that’s it. Numb. 

But he’d seen her car. She probably was nearby. Was she alone? 

And what would he even say to her? Because he needed to apologize too. What kind of apology, he didn’t know, but he needed to apologize. 

But he needed to see her, one last time. Even if it would hurt him, his last memory of her couldn’t be a picture of her on his phone. That’s not what he needed. 

With pain, excitement, confusion and barely any hope of finding her, he started to look out. And he was expecting the worst. But he knew that she could mend his broken heart, and maybe it wouldn’t stop raining, but he’d enjoy it. 

And maybe if someone had told him he’d regret it, he … probably wouldn’t, no, he would’ve  searched for her anyway. Because maybe that was the only explanation he needed. As if he’d walked directly into a hurricane as if he was hit with a train. 

He’d seen her, arms crossed as Harry was anxiously tapping his foot, avoiding her gaze. And maybe he should’ve run out right there, but he kept watching, because Tom was, beyond many things, stupidly stubborn. 

She looked terrible, and that wasn’t normal of her. She looked grey, broken, weak. But she’d looked out for Harry, not for Tom. For Harry, maybe that was the explanation Tom needed. She wouldn’t look for him. And it hurt, because how many times had he not tried to call her these days, how many nights had he not craved the taste of her lips. 

And she hadn’t looked up for him. 

He couldn’t hear the conversation. He wasn’t close enough. 

Harry was holding something, a bunch of papers. What was it? 

They were angry, Tom could tell. Probably yelling at each other, their hands going up in the air, finger-pointing, fists, hands to the face. Harry stood back up, crossing his arms, Tom could tell his brother was angry, that his brother was exasperated. Holding his head, as y/n watched him and seemed stressed. 

They were arguing. 

But it seemed like a weird argument as if Harry didn’t want to hear what she was saying. Harry sat on the bench again as y/n moved her hands quickly, she didn’t know how to explain it. 

And eventually, they both went quiet as they were both on the bench, Harry staring at the bunch of papers he was holding. 

And then Harry was about to leave, and Tom saw y/n still had a lot to say so she followed after Harry. 

But then, he saw it. 

His world shattered. 

Have you ever felt like the world is sinking? Have you ever felt the world spinning? And suddenly, he could hear every single noise. As if the city had suddenly decided to be loud, he heard car horns, children playing, couples arguing, alarms going off, every single noise getting louder as if someone was setting the fire, shooting. Too loud. The weather around him was getting so warm but he was only getting colder. His chest was shrinking, not leaving any more space for his heart, as it was pressed into a knot. 

Tom was pretty sure he was about to faint. 

Harry had his hands on her face and his lips on her. Harry had kissed y/n. 

Harry was kissing y/n. 

Harry and y/n kissed. 

And he didn’t know how long it had been, but Tom felt like time had stopped for them and Tom, while the whole world was going too quickly. As if everything around kept going except for them. 

Tom was sure he was hearing his heartbeat, a loud thud, his ears were buzzing. 

He didn’t even notice he’d let go off Tessa’s leash, and he hadn’t even seen how Tessa had run to Harry, to interrupt the kiss. Harry’s hands had moved to her arms. 

Y/N was terrified, she hadn’t moved, she had only frozen, didn’t even notice Tessa. Had she kissed him back? Tom hadn’t seen it. He couldn’t see anything. It was blurry. 

She hadn’t kissed him again. And he hadn’t kissed her again. She was in shock, even… Shaking a bit. She didn’t even turn to see Tess. 

Harry did, he turned to see Tessa, begging to be pet.she jumped to them. 

 Y/N shook her head, and turned back into reality, Tom could see she was breathing again. Both Harry and Y/N were in shock seeing the pup. It was going all in slow motion as if y/n and Harry both got the hint as they saw Tess. Y/N slowly looked up, and her eyes found Tom instantly, standing there. Weakly, he had just been shot and his knees were getting weaker by the minute, almost about to fall to the ground. 

Y/N  with Harry’s hands still on her arms tried to back away as she stared at Tom. She couldn’t map her emotions, that was clear.

Tom urged to rush, to leave. He couldn’t—get in their way.

He saw y/n opening her mouth to say something but he couldn’t hear about it. Everything kept going fast, and slow. Tom was going too slow. 

But y/n walked out of Harry’s grip. Tom thought she would rush to him, she didn’t. She walked away from both of them, Harry stayed with Tessa. 

Tom didn’t know how he managed to get back home, he didn’t know how he got there, he didn’t remember crossing any streets.

He had lost control, his heart was beating so fast, so loudly, it was going to burst out. He was barely breathing. He had to leave it all behind, that was the only answer he needed to any of the questions he’d asked in the darkness throughout these days and nights. 

He probably shouldn’t have to live with it tomorrow, not with all this sorrow. Because that’s how it was supposed to be, right? Harry and her. 

Though it hurt, he had to deal with it. 

But had y/n kissed Harry back? Did y/n love Harry? Because y/n was an impossible case, and she probably didn’t even know it herself. That’s the problem with y/n, she never knows what she feels. She was never certain, she never did anything for the sake of doing it. She did it because she had a million reasons behind everything she did, she wasn’t spontaneous, she always loved to be premeditated. She always thinks about what she does, so that’s probably why she’d searched for Harry. Because she probably wanted to be with him. It had been her choice. 

Tom got to his room, still blurry, he’d ignored Harrison, not because he wanted to but because he really couldn’t hear anything, his buzzing ears were not letting him. A headache was growing and he was slowly catching back his breath as he sat down on his bed. and when all his senses were coming back he saw an envelope.

The story had come alive. That was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Hadn’t he wanted all that his whole life? For his brother to be happy. 

Then why the hell did he not want this? How selfish of Tom to be brokenhearted when he had no rights to. This was the way it was meant to be. 

It would take him a few days, or months, or years even. He really didn’t want to see it. He needed to get used to the idea that Harry had kissed y/n. And he needed to get used to the idea of that. He knew he needed to get used to the idea that this was how it was supposed to be, the way it led there. 

He saw his tv, paused on something. Maybe he had learned the wrong lesson. To fall into the shallow. But it didn’t make any sense. Harrison had told him she had been there before, had she been there to tell Tom how she was choosing Harry? 

He shouldn’t have tried anything. Because his brother still loved y/n, if Harry had kissed y/n it had to mean that he still had feelings for him. 

Nothing mattered, not even his heartbreak now. Because it hadn’t been Tom, y/n wasn’t supposed to love Tom. That’s a tragedy. 

It’s clear they deserved each other, they were perfect together. Not Tom and y/n, no. That’s why throughout these years, they hadn’t worked out. Because they had always been at war, and they weren’t meant to be. 

They deserved each other. 

He stared at the envelope, ‘Tom’. That’s all it read. Her handwriting. He didn’t want to read it. A box, with his name. 

The same box he’d seen in her room, the one box that he had wanted to open. But now he only wanted to throw it away. 

How long had it been since their last kiss? It should’ve lasted longer, at least he would’ve made it worth it. It had been 16 hours, and three weeks, that’s how long it had been. But now it didn’t matter. Now he could be free knowing that she’d chosen him. Now he could ignore her, and now he didn’t need all the information she had from her. 

He could stop pretending that he loved The Rolling Stones, and he could have dates that didn’t involve ‘a movie moment’, he could go out and have fun. He didn’t have to carry that stupid polaroid everywhere. He could go back to fancy restaurants, and not have to pretend he loved street hot dogs. And he could go back to not try and over analyse props on films, and he could go back to have it all simple. He didn’t have to remember the perfect pancake recipe, and he didn’t have to buy any more 80’s like clothes. 

He didn’t have to pretend he cared anymore.

But he had to pretend he didn’t. Because he cared, and he did love all that stuff. 

He looked up to his nightstand, yellow flowers and lavenders. And he thought about the ashes in his drawer. 

He turned the TV off and opened the box. The first thing he saw was a bunch of papers. The script, printed. He picked it up and then opened his window, would he throw it all away? He gave it a second thought and then slammed it to the floor. 

He sighed, took the flowers and then the script, he headed to the kitchen. He searched for a lighter and stared at the flowers and the papers, this probably was an inefficient way of accepting an apology. Maybe he was being cynical but he really didn’t want to see the flowers, and he knew that her apology wasn’t even real. He didn’t want to know what they meant. 

He hated this. Because he shouldn’t be feeling this way, and though he wanted to be happy for his brother, Tom really wished it had been him. And he had believed it, that it would be them. And all he had to treasure now was New York. 

And Rome. Rome. 

Stupid to think that. 

He wouldn’t do that again, because Tom was well aware of why he’d gone to Rome. Maybe he had been jealous, and selfish, and stupid. Yes, stupid.  Because he had gone to Rome with a stupid excuse, a photoshoot. It wasn’t true. He had gone to search for her because she had been right, he couldn’t stand it, because he was arrogant and selfish and envious, and he loved her too much. 

Rome had been a fairytale, even prettier than New York. So intimate, that’s probably when it should’ve started, it could’ve been prettier. Because somehow he had known that New York would be their downfall. In New York, they had touched their bodies, but in Rome, they had touched their souls. And they hadn’t even kissed. That’s how pretty it had been. 

And it had all started as a dream. 

Rome and New York were so different. New York was them trying to make up for all the times they could’ve kissed, and Rome felt like a summer breeze. And he still remembered that it was the time he knew he’d love her his whole life. With that pretty dress as she was holding her wine glass up, the sun hitting her face perfectly, with those red lips of her. Her laugh still echoed in his mind now and then. 

A picture-perfect day. He knew that a polaroid of that day probably was hanging around her bedroom. In that alley, walls covered with plants build up until the roof with the chairs that never. A little restaurant, best pasta he’d ever had. The prettiest laugh he’d ever heard. But it had never been his. 

He had been so selfish. Taking her away from Harry. And he wouldn’t do it again. No. Not again. 

He needed to set it all on fire, the flowers and the script. He ignored Harrison again as he walked outside, ready to burn them. To erase the story, this was Tom burning their story. He didn’t want to read it ever again. 

And he knew that it would leave a scar, and he knew that the ashes would stain, but they’d fade away with the wind. He’d had to wake up alone for a while. Did he have to do it now? Did he have to wait until he wasn’t as angry? 

He sat in his garden, not ready to do it. He wasn’t ready to erase her. He didn’t want to. 

But he picked up the first page, and he started to light it up in fire, seeing how it was dwindling. 

“She didn’t kiss me back,” a voice said. 

And Tom swore he had felt like a knife had been stabbed right on his back. He knew whose voice it was. He didn’t want to acknowledge he was there. 

“Tom.” 

Tom stayed quiet and then picked up the second page, but he didn’t light this one up. He saw Tess had approached him, she was back. And that only confirmed it. 

“She loves you. You know?” Harry pushed again. 

Tom pursed his lips, as he stared at the lighter. He kept quiet. 

“Don’t burn it.” 

Tom turned to his brother. How stupid it was they were fighting for a girl. 

“And do you love her?” Tom asked. 

Harry sat across him. “I don’t know.” 

That was the answer he didn’t need to hear. 

Tom looked up. He hadn’t really talked to Harry. They’ve said ‘sorry’, and then ignored each other. He knew his relationship with his brother was bruised forever. How would Harry forgive him? He probably wouldn’t. And could he forgive him for kissing y/n? But Harry didn’t have to apologize to him.

“I don’t know,” Harry repeated. “I thought….” He sighed. “All my life I thought it would feel different.” 

Tom stayed quiet. 

“Dunno why I did that,” Harry gulped her. “The worst thing that could happen to me was losing her and now I pushed her out. 

Tom watched him. 

“Now she’ll be a stranger, huh, we can’t fix this,” Harry gulped. “She gave this to me,” he said showing the same bunch of papers that Tom had received this morning. Harry took a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have done it.” 

“What?” 

“Kissing her. I guess I thought I would lose nothing. I knew I’d lost her already and I lost Emma.” 

“You haven’t lost Emma.” 

Harry smiled sadly. “She gave the ring back,” he shook his head. “I don’t blame her. I was still confused.” Harry scowled. “Well, I dunno. I guess Emma realized it, and I blame myself, I always did give it to Y/N. I know I always moved mountains for her, and I can’t blame Emma. And I can’t believe I made Emma feel less important, and I wouldn’t blame her. No, I can’t believe I let the love of my life go for something that I knew would never grow. And I didn’t… I didn’t do it for that, you know?” 

Tom looked down at the script he was about to burn. 

“But after years of loving someone knowing that at some point they loved you… It’s scary, and stupid and you hate timing, of course, I’d be confused. And It wasn’t like I wanted to be with her, you know? And I can’t believe I did that, because I want her to be happy, and I wanted you to be happy, hell we shouldn’t even have… I dunno, Tom.” 

“I shouldn’t have dated her,” Tom said. 

“No, that’s where you’re fucking wrong, Tom, when you love someone you do something about it,” Harry said. “You don’t--You don’t have to wait, look at the mess that comes when you don’t say what you really mean.” 

“How do you really feel about her?” Tom asked. 

“I don’t know. I guess I always wondered how she felt about me. She always felt guilty, I know that, I could see it, how any time I tried to make a move, she’d feel guilty. Just like she did today as if she felt bad that she can’t reciprocate. I think she forced herself back before Rome, as if she was trying to accept it, it didn’t feel… natural. Not even for me, even today, when I kissed her it felt… Weird.” 

Tom frowned. 

“And we’ve made a mess, and… I don’t know.” 

“How did it feel weird?” asked Tom. 

Harry was sad, Tom could tell his brother was probably trying to hide away the fact that he probably was broken-hearted too.  Somehow, he felt that his brother was lying. Tom knew his brother, and Tom knew that Harry didn’t mean what he was saying. 

“It was gross,” Harry said after a while, probably trying to word it outright. Because he had seen Harry’s stress fade away when his lips had landed on y/n’s. Harry hid his hands in his pockets. 

“What?” Tom frowned. 

“I kissed her and it was gross,” Harry snapped, clenched his jaw. He fidgeted with his hand.  “She didn’t kiss back and I have no…. Feelings for her. I know that. And she doesn’t love me.” 

Harry was lying. Clearly. 

Tom watched him and pointed at the script. “Read that.” 

Harry shrugged. “I only read the ending,” He explained. “And judging by your reaction it’s exactly what you didn’t read.” 

Tom crossed his arms. “She wanted it to be you.” 

Harry shook his head. “But it isn’t.” 

“And do you want to be?” Tom asked. 

Harry shook his head looking down. “I know she wants it to be you,” He explained.

“But do you still love her?” 

“I think I’m never going to stop loving her, really,” Harry said. “It’s been years for me, don’t know how long it’s been for you, but feelings never really fade away. They transform. I think… I don’t know, I’ve made a fool out of myself for her and I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to go. I don’t know.  I’ve spent my whole life crushing on her eyes, and her smile, memorizing every single thing about her, her favorite songs, her favorite films. Knowing how to make her laugh, and knowing who made her cry. If she likes silver earrings or gold ones, it depends on her dress. The way that she drinks coffee in the morning and tea in the afternoon, two cups if it’s raining. I know which song I can play to make her dance and I know that she is so stubborn, that even if she won’t like an ice cream, she’ll try it anyway the very next day.” Harry nodded slowly, to himself. “I know that she still sleeps with that plush frog and if she travels or forgets it, she’ll end up hugging a pillow.” 

Tom didn’t know what to say. His brother knew y/n, perfectly. And he was right, he’d seen y/n lookout for a pillow in her sleep to hug, a small pillow even if she was holding Tom, she’d always unconsciously search for a small pillow. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about her, Tom,” Harry gulped. “How many poems she’s written about you, and how many times she’s cancelled plans for you. I know why she didn’t show up to the premiere that one time. I know her first kiss wasn’t that Nicholas guy, and I know she always ends up buying the same shade of red lipstick every now in a while, and that she always ends up boxing them.” Harry bit his lip. “I know that her most sincere smile came the day you took her to prom, and I know that she really did love you and she’ll keep choosing you.” 

Tom looked away. 

“Do I love her? I don’t know. But if you’re asking if the kiss could lead to anything more, no, it wouldn’t from me and it wouldn’t from her. Because we both know she’ll end up choosing you.” 

Harry walked away Leaving Tom confused. This wasn’t his brother’s fault. Maybe y/n’s. Probably y/n’s. 

“But yes,” Harry sighed. “I still love her, always will.” 

“You fucking lied you know?” Tom said. “To me, to y/n, to Emma. Especially to Emma. You still love y/n. “ 

Harry stopped as if he was going to turn and say something, he didn’t, he kept walking. 

Tom didn’t know what that meant. He didn’t want to know it, he was not going to do anything. What was there to do? 

But she hadn’t kissed Harry back. Tom watched Harry leave, and then stared at the script. He didn’t want to think about it. Had Harry given him his blessing? And did he even want it? Did he want to go back to that place with y/n?

He didn’t want to read the script, though. Not even if the ending changed everything. He really didn’t want to go there, not right now at least.

 He needed time. So he’d take even more days. She didn’t reach out for him. He didn’t reach out for her. 

Both of them were quiet. Very, very quiet. He didn’t know if it hurt him more that she hadn’t told him anything about it. Or if he understood it, did she have to tell him anything?

Maybe she didn’t want to. 

Because Harry had spoken for himself, but Harry didn’t know if nothing had been awakened on y/n. Maybe y/n had had her own explanation. 

Tom had his, though. Maybe Harry hadn’t done much because he knew y/n was in love with Tom. But Harry didn’t know how y/n had wanted it to be y/n. 

Y/N eventually called him. 

He didn’t answer. 

And she called again. 

He didn’t answer. 

And again.

Maybe she gave up. 

But she left a voicemail. Tom didn’t listen to it. Because why the hell should he? 

He had let the flowers die. He hadn’t burned them. He had ignored it. A dvd, a box and an envelope. 

And he had purposefully avoided them, because he still had something to look up for. It wasn’t a memory, it was something he could still look forward to. But he was curious. Very, very curious. Why had y/n bothered to bring her box to him. 

And it bothered him. He had asked Haz when she’d brought it. And it made sense that she had closed the door to Tom. But what the hell was on it? 

He couldn’t help himself, he opened it, but then he closed it again. He was furious, defeated. 

He opened it again. And it hurt, opening it. Polaroids, from their dates in New York, from Rome, and the first polaroid from two months ago, with Tom smiling as he was eating a pancake, another one from the time Tom asked her out,  lipsticks,a beer bottle from that lunch with their parents, a napkin that had ‘NY hot dogs’ written on it, the  plane ticket from their first date, a baseball she’d bought after that other one, a dried out yellow flower, pebbles, more pictures,, a drawing, movie tickets, a spiderman toy, a broken teacup from that time they were kids and Tom had accidentally stepped on it, an xbox broken controller, he remembered it, perfectly the controller that had stopped working right after their first kiss. 

A lego piece, a Barbie-- he remembered that one, he’d cut her hair and y/n had cried. And many, many more things that were only tokens… For what? 

Tokens of their… relationship. As he was taking out each and every object he was reminded of every single thing.  As if every time he touched an object, a memory flooded his brain. The yellow flowered dress she’d worn to Harry's party was the one that hurt the most.  A wine bottle, a beer cap . Lipsticks, many lipsticks.  An old lighter.  The Sour Patch empty bag from that same night at the hotdogs…. 

Maybe Tom was wrong, maybe their story wasn’t New York and maybe their story wasn’t only Rome.  For how long had she built this? 

He kept going through it, toys from their childhood, a package of cigarettes, a hair comb and… 

A pregnancy test?

A pregnancy test.

A pregnancy test! 

Tom suddenly felt cold as he saw it laying down on that corner of the box, waiting for it to be seen. He didn’t want to see it. Was she pregnant? 

Was this… Was he going to be a dad? He had to take care of her, and the baby. Was this her way of telling him? And how would it work? Did they have to make it work? What the hell was he going to do? 

But it couldn’t be. 

No, but it could. 

“Fuck.” 

It didn’t make any sense. But  it could make sense. They hadn’t really stopped… New York had been fun. But had it been? 

But fuck, this couldn’t…  It could be. But why hadn’t she told him before? How the hell… When had she found out? He had been an idiot for waiting so long. Maybe he should call her. What was he even going to tell her? He was sweating cold. He would take care of them, but fuck, how complicated would it be? And poor baby, the whole story their parents had. Fuck, this was going to be difficult. 

He blinked as he slowly reached out for it. He felt it. That fear.  But… a baby could solve their problems, but what king of bloody thinning was that? 

And he finally reached for it, snatching it quickly and bringing it up to his sight. 

One lined. It was negative. 

And Tom felt a relief. Not because he didn’t want to be a father, but because his relationship with her was too complicated and adding a baby would ruin everything, or would it? Was he really thinking about that? 

He couldn’t have a baby, for god’s sake. No, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t, though. He didn’t have to worry about that. 

He laughed, slightly. He knew y/n, she probably had done this exactly to get that reaction. But it hurt, to think she was giving all of this back. Because that meant she didn’t want to have them anymore. 

He looked up for the DVD next.  He decided to play it. 

It felt weird. 

“Hello! This is y/n!” An old video started. With barely any resolution, as  a young, probably 4 year old y/n was speaking to the camera, her face too close, and her lips purple stained. 

Tom sat on his bed, staring at the video in front of him. 

She lifted up the almost finished purple popsicle, and pointed behind her. “There’s Tom, ugly Tom,” she said as she moved to her hand  to angle just slightly right  to show Tom sucking on a blue popsicle. “There’s—Jamesy!” She said as she pointed the camera to her brother, too busy away kicking a football. “He’s playing! And  I’m here—So I stole my mum’s new—campera—camra, camera, and we’re gonna—“ 

“Bloooooooooooop!” Tom has snatched the camera from her as he recorded his face just as he ran away. 

“Tooom, no, give it back, it’s mine!” Y/N could be seen running after him. 

“It’s not, it’s not!” Tom laughed. “Too slow, y/n!”

Y/N was already tearing up. “Tom!” 

“It’s mine!” Tom laughed.

“Tom give it back!” She continued, and the young innocent voice faded away and grew into a deeper voice.

“Tom give  it back—“an older y/n appeared on the screen now, from a few weeks ago. Back in New York, on set, as Tom was running away with her phone. “give me my phone back.” 

This had been just weeks before, when her smile still made him smile. When he wasn’t a fool. 

“No,” he lifted the phone out of her reach. The sight of Tom watching her, as she walked over.

“Thomas,” she laughed. “Can you give it back?” 

“What for? you were already recording my pretty face, I’m only helping you!” He laughed as he scrunched his nose to the camera. “I don’t even know what kind of vid you want here, so I’ll just—“

“Baby!” She complained as she tried to reach for it. 

He smirked as he turned to her. “Baby? Oh, so I’m baby now,” he grinned. “You’ve never called me baby.” 

She blushed, instantly. “Give it back, dumbass.” 

“That sounds more like you.” 

“Can I have my phone back?” She asked, Tom grinned as he walked to her. 

“Yeah,” he smirked. “I’ll only just—“he pointed the camera at her face, she tried to snatch it away. “Can you wait? A second?” 

She laughed and crossed her arms. Tom only pointed the camera at them before placing a long kiss to her lips. 

“oh—shit, oh shit, shit, shit, y/n and Tom are kissing. Fucking hell!” A voice said over their kiss, before switching to the video it belonged to. 

The prom kiss, a Snapchat video from someone who had been coincidentally recording the part. Y/N and Tom in a little corner as they kept kissing. 

“It’s y/n and Tom, right? Yessss bloody hell!” “Bloody hell!” “Tom—and y/n—“

“Tom and y/n!” The voice said as it turned yet into a different video. “They’re dancing—“ Elaine’s voice was speaking now. 

“They’re adorable,” Nikki's voice said on camera. 

“They’re not fighting!” 

It had been at that wedding, when y/n looked adorable with that pink dress. 

Tom remembered that night. It was the night he finally admitted it out loud to himself. “I like y/n.” Shortly after the first yellow flowers. 

And they were dancing. Children being silly, holding hands but throwing them up in the air. 

“But they’re dancing!” Elaine commented again. 

And as Tom twirled y/n, another video appeared. A most recent one, too. When they had been sillying around at Tom’s dance rehearsal. After their Dirty Dancing moment. 

“Okay, y/n,” the choreographer said. “Come here, Tom, pretend she’s Maddie.” 

“Why would I do that?” Tom laughed, as he brought her close to him. “And how would I? Y/N here is a terrible dancer.” 

She chuckled. “Shut up!” 

“Unless she’s drunk,” Tom pointed out. 

Tom kept watching the video, videos of them transitioning from children, to teenage years, to Rome, to New York, to everything. As if the videos proved how they hadn’t changed, just transformed. 

Feelings never fade away. 

Tom wasn’t even watching it. What was the point of that? Why did he… feel like this? He finally opened the envelope. A few pages. At first, Tom thought it was a script. It wasn’t. It was… a letter.

Dear Tom, Hello, To you, 

Tom. 

Yes, I’m sticking with that one. Sorry if I scratch things. Sorry for the bad orthography, grammar or the unfinished thoughts. No, that’s not the thing I should be apologizing for, but it’s a beginning. I’m writing this from my heart and I am trying to write this as sincerely as possible. It’s what you deserve. I initially wanted to think all of this through but I realized that if I let the pen flow, I’ll get to say everything I want to say. I also thought I would try and tell all of this in person but I’m afraid you won’t listen to everything I want to say. This is easier. 

You know me. I always have second thoughts and I never do anything that isn’t premeditated. This was the most spontaneous thing I could do, I just picked up the first paper I saw, so yes, it’s stained with coffee. 

How does one even begin to write a letter? This is not the kind of stuff I like doing. I’m not good at this. Hell, I don’t know if you’ll even read this. I don’t know if you watched it. That DVD. Hope you did. I really hope you’re watching it. 

Though it might be stupid and cheesy and probably not really the romantic gesture you’d expect from me, I have no choice. Because I’m really trying to prove a point here. 

I initially thought I would write a script, you know, write a story  to make you understand my point of view, but now I barely want to, a script ruined the best thing I ever had. But I guess, it also started it. 

I wish I’d told you sooner and I really wish it hadn’t started that way, but it made it start. 

You see, that script is the biggest con I’ve ever tricked myself into, making myself believe I would be doing it for a stupid script, when in reality, I guess it’s all I wanted, for you to fall in love with me. I shielded myself saying I would break your heart, I shielded myself saying it was only for the sake of my job. When it really wasn’t. It was me trying to give it another chance. I blew it all up. 

And yes. I did write I wanted to break your heart. I don’t even know why. Why did I have to break what I love so much? 

Want to know a secret? I never knew how I would do that. My “plan” went as far as to make you fall in love with me, no further shenanigans, because, really, that’s all I really wanted. I didn’t know how I’d break your heart. I didn’t have any plans because I knew I really didn’t want to. I only wanted you to love me.

Hope you did. 

Hope you didn’t, too. Because if you didn’t, then I will at least pretend I didn’t hurt you as much. 

I know I did. And it’s fucked up, very fucked up. 

I’ve been struggling to find the right words to tell you. I know sorry won’t cut it. It’s not enough. 

And since I know you don’t read until the end, I am really doubting if I’ll give this to you. It’s not on you, I wouldn’t have read it. Maybe I’m just writing for myself, probably. But it helps. I’ve never been good with words, which is ironic, I’m a screenwriter, or I pretended to be one, I guess. You know me, I’m more about moments. I’m more about little details. 

I did send you the script, though. It’s in that box. It’s yours. Keep it. Burn it. Rip it off. Do whatever you want with it. I don’t blame you. 

It’s yours. 

But it’s there. With a lot of other things. Things that finally explained something I haven’t understood for a while. Until now. 

I think that among these years, I’ve found myself in a predicament. You’ve seen it. You’ve heard it. And I’m pretty sure you’ve said it. 

I don’t love who I’m supposed to love. 

That’s the reason behind it right? I’d like to think so. 

That’s what they said, right? I don’t love who I’m supposed to. Not the perfect guy, not the guy who’s been there all along. 

And everyone said it, you should date him, that guy it’s your endgame. But I didn’t—feel it. 

Maybe for a bit, I did. But I ended up coming back to you. 

I didn’t love who I was supposed to love. And that’s what the script said, too. I don’t love the guy who has danced with me under the rain, or the guy who’s taken the best picture of me under the rain too. 

No. I love the guy who’s probably the worst thing that could ever happen to me, and who’ll probably be away most of the time.  I love the guy who was the storm. 

But I still love him. So dearly. And so much. And I miss him. I really miss you. 

And I’m sorry. 

Really sorry. You don’t know how sorry I am. I can’t believe I fucked up that much. 

I am the monster. Not you. I fucked up. And I can’t blame you if you don’t ever want to see me again, I understand it. And I won’t blame you if you burn this. I can’t blame you, I’d probably do the same. 

But I’m sorry. 

I can’t believe I did this to you, the love of my life. 

But it all comes to that. Doesn’t it? 

I don’t love who I’m supposed to love. 

Except, Tom. I do. That’s what we’ve both got wrong. I do love who I’m supposed to love. 

Searching through our memories, I wanted to build up the puzzle, understand every situation that’s led us to where we are now. To two very broken hearts. To lost battles. To understand why I loved someone who has crushed my heart into tiny little pieces, throw it into the ground and then step on it. 

You read it, how I described you. How I described what I was doing. How I said you were a monster. How you hurt me. How you were only my… 

Perfidy. 

1: the quality or state of being faithless or disloyal: TREACHERY. 

2: an act or an instance of disloyalty

3: deceitfulness; untrustworthiness.

It’s a war concept, it was used to refer to someone who won someone’s trust only to betray them. Must like us. 

We don’t make sense, do we? 

 I tried to understand a lot about us, and I think I’ve found the answer. It’s complicated, bare with me, and please, this time, keep reading. I can’t afford losing you to another unfinished story. I already lost you, I know.

I know where we went wrong. 

We thought of each other as a war, a game, a prank, an apology. And we didn’t have to, that’s where we went wrong. I guess we really were blinded by the idea of a sworn enemy that we walked in thinking this was a war and waiting for the other one to shoot first, when nobody should’ve shot. 

All is fair in love and war. But don’t get those two mixed up, because then, it’ll be all unfair. 

That’s our problem, you even said it, a war song reminded you of me, I used to describe you with a war concept. 

We thought this was war Tom. And it shouldn’t have been. It didn’t feel like one. 

And I don’t even know what to tell you now. This wasn’t a war zone. We were wrong. We didn’t have to be careful, we didn’t have to. And I shouldn’t have pulled the perfect perfidy. 

But after years of battles, did we expect not to? 

The fact that you love me, if you do, and I really hope you do,  doesn't change the fact that you hurt me. I think that’s the best thing we can do for now, accept the fact that we’ve both hurt each other so much. 

I did write you were a monster. And yes, most things in the script are true.  I guess I have to acknowledge it. I own it, I wrote it. 

Yes. I love you. 

But I can’t pretend I didn’t cry for months, I can’t pretend that night at the club I felt like the whole world tumbled upon me. Because it did. And you know it. I can’t pretend I wasn’t diagnosed with a broken heart and I can’t pretend that I really started this thinking you’ll do it again. 

I can’t pretend I was alright, and that your name didn’t feel like a dagger for a while. 

It would be stupid for me if I said you never hurt me. And I know, I know, I fucked up this time. This time was on me, but Tom, really.  How many times did I not cry for you? 

How many times did I not trash my room because it had you all over the place? I can’t pretend that didn’t happen.

Yes, the script narrated that. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen. 

But I also can’t pretend that I won’t come back to you.  I can't pretend I don’t love you. Because I do, and I loved every single kiss. I can’t pretend all those good times didn’t happen. 

And yet, even after every battle. I come back to you. Because I am supposed to love you. 

And I tried to build it up. And you know what? It makes sense. 

I don’t know if you’ve seen the DVD, in my stupid mind, because you know me, everything is for the story, the aesthetic, but in my mind the DVD is playing right as you read this, in the background. Maybe you look up a little, smile at something and turn back. You probably aren’t. You probably won’t. 

He was, actually. The video stayed in the background. He looked up to see it, 

“So we’re here at y/n’s 18th birthday party. She’s currently sober. As your biggest enemy y/n I need to have on record on how you’ll get wasted.” 

“Shut up dumbass.” 

“You shut up idiot!”Tom said. 

“Shut up!” Another Tom appeared on camera, turning to a different video, of her dorm room in Rome, Tom was by the window. 

“No no, sing again I want to hear you sing,” y/n said behind the camera. She approached him, and opened the window. 

“I’m not going to sing,” Tom warned again. 

“Come on, everyone in Rome wants to listen to you,” she laughed as she stuck her phone out from the window, recording the beautiful afternoon in the italian city. 

“No.” 

“Ah, come on, maybe go downstairs and serenade me,” she suggested. 

We haven’t changed Tom. Or maybe we have, for the better. But I hope you see it, I am supposed to love you. 

And I know you probably want me to go fuck myself, I get it. Maybe this letter will be burned. 

I’d do it. 

Like those yellow flowers you gave me. I shouldn’t have burnt all of them. Should’ve kept one. 

But that DVD, it shows it. You are the guy I was supposed to fall in love with, we’ve built it upon our whole lives. Or maybe we were destined to tumble down. You choose. 

I really like to think we are both so stupid that we are meant to be. Maybe that’s toxic. 

Probably, yes. 

But we have to change it, don’t we? Maybe not. 

But we did change it. It just took me a few minutes to realize we transformed all the bad things into good things. 

And hell, they were very nice, while it lasted, weren’t they? 

We’re the same stupid kids, Tom. 

Either we’ve hated each other our whole lives and we fucked up by falling in love. Or we were madly in love and fucked up by hating each other. 

Either way, we fucked up. 

I also gave you a box, yes that same box you saw in my bedroom, it has your name and it’s scratched and ripped, a little. You don’t know how many times I’ve had to hide that box. And I’ve kicked it and I’ve repaired it. 

Inside you will find more of the puzzle I solved.  Polaroids,  picture-perfect memories, an empty box of pasta, lipsticks, a beer cap, that yellow-flowered dress I wore that day. Everything that’s led us here.  Memories that I used to either remind myself that you were stupid, or that I was stupidly in love with you. 

I hope you remember most of the stories. I know I do. They’ve built us up to who we were. Like that broken teacup, that teacup was around the time I was about 5, maybe 6.  It was kind of the first time you made me cry, ugly cry. 

There’s that Xbox controller that stopped working before our first kiss. Do you remember it? That’s why you were the only one playing. 

It’s weird now that I think about it. And stupid, how I’ve been in love with the guy who gave me my first kiss for my whole life. Sounds pathetic out of context. Maybe even more with context. 

Don’t know if you found the pregnancy test. If not, there’s one in there. Yes, I was scared, it was a few days ago, I was so bloody scared, a baby? Having a baby? At first, I thought, it doesn’t make any sense but it would, considering our… routine in New York. But it was negative. Hurray, I guess. 

And yes, a dried out yellow flower. No, you didn’t give me that one. You know it, I’ve never kept any yellow flowers you’ve given me, ones I threw them away, the second ones I gave them back and we know what happened to the third one. So no, you didn’t give me the yellow flower on that box. That one. It’s got a story. After Rome, yes. I once stared at that box, and I promised myself I wouldn’t fall in love with you. I broke my promise. I never fell out of love. 

And I remember one day, I was with Timothée, actually. We were on a date, and I remember the day was so bright, the sun was shining again. After all those grey storms, the sun had come out again. I was smiling, I was laughing again. 

Don’t know if I’ll ever be able to again. I’m sure of this, I’m never going to New York again. 

But I was with Timmy that day, we were in that café I used to go with him, outside. I had noticed from the early beginning of the date that we were sitting by near a kid with a spiderman t-shirt. I didn’t really think of you at that time, I kept on with my date. I did… feel something, maybe a little jump inside of me. I remember I ignored it. 

Because... I was so happy, genuinely happy.  I thought I had come out of the tunnel. Didn’t want to ruin it. And I remember as I saw the vase on our table,  full of yellow flowers. I cried instantly. Couldn’t explain it to Timmy at the time, but I did take it out and kept it. 

Sounds stupid, doesn’t it? The power the flowers have. I cried while I got the ones I sent you. 

I guess that’s why I used that yellow-flowered dress. I don’t know. I was trying to tell you I wanted to turn it into something beautiful. 

You know, Tom. Whenever I used to think of you initially I thought into frogs, yellow flowers and my hair being pulled. Broken tea cups, and stupid games that would get me full of dirt. 

Then it changed, to a first kiss, dancing to an 80’s song and late night with videogames. 

Then again it was prom night, with that pink dress I used, the first lipstick I had to box in here because I didn’t want to wear it anymore because you had kissed my lips while I was wearing it, and you guessed it, yellow flowers. 

For a while, it was a mix of all of that, you bothering me, a kiss, unusable lipsticks, yellow flowers, dancing, frogs. Endless discussions, broken bones. Stupid, silly things. 

For a while to think of you,  it meant pain, yellow flowers, a nightclub and Rome. 

I thought that would never change anymore. 

But look at me now, whenever I think of you I think of pancakes, yes my favorite food, Of an elevator, dirty dancing, again an 80’s song, and laughing, and kissing, and other stuffing. 

Sometimes what you expect never comes, but it’s the unexpected that changes your life. All I knew the day after we said you loved me was that I needed to be there forever. And I already know your worst, but hell, I wish I can still learn your best. You feel like home, Tom. You feel like it’s raining outside, and you feel like a crowded buzzing city, with people rushing, but you feel like coming back home to a warm pair of arms. 

And I really hate that you had to see my worst when I should’ve given you my very best. 

And now I won’t have that box, and I’ll give back every polaroid because I don't want them haunting them, and because I don’t need anything to remind me that I fucked up, because I know I won’t have you anymore. 

How am I supposed to deal with this? 

I don’t know if I can live with this, knowing you’ve touched and kissed spots the sun has yet to see, and it probably won’t ever see them. You’re a fast learner, you know? You knew every single beauty spot, even the ones I didn't know I had, you’ve learned them. The most sensible and subtle touch, the sensitive cardinal points. Underneath our clothes, under the sheets, you learned my story how am I supposed to live with this? Knowing that my body will now remind me of you? How stupid does that sound? You know it now Tom. I’ll never go to war again, I’ll never shoot again. I promise. 

If it’s not clear yet...

It’s you. It’s always been you. No matter how cheesy it sounds, it’s you and I don’t want to hide it. Because you own it, you know?  the place where my thoughts hide. My thoughts, my heart, fuck, even my body now. It should’ve been an endless story, and maybe it is. And now I know I’ll keep seeing you everywhere, because I’ll be able to smell your skin in some of my clothes. And I know I’ll see your shadow in the moonlight, and I know I won’t be able to sleep now that I can’t hear your heartbeat next to mine. 

And I won’t pretend I’m alright this time. I don’t think I’ll be able to. 

And I’m sorry, and I will never forgive myself for hurting you. I shouldn’t have. I should’ve explained it to you sooner. But right now, I doubt there’s anything I can say now. I think all apologies are worn out. We’ve been good at apologies. But we are gone, aren’t we? 

And though I still want to fight for this, I still would go to war for you, I don’t want to stay in a narrative that includes hurting. I don’t want to stay in a narrative where I’m fighting for an ending that won’t be read. I’m choosing to stay away, maybe we’ll write a different ending next time, not right now, because I can’t afford living knowing I ruined the amazing relationship the love of my life and my best friend have. And though I know I’m losing you both, I’d rather stick with more good memories than bad ones. 

I don’t even know what I wrote here, I don't know if it’s too much or maybe it’s not enough, I just wrote for the first time something spontaneous. 

I don’t want to promise I’ll stay away, I’m not good at keeping promises. I just want you to know that I really liked our film, I’m just going to pretend it never ended. In my mind, we will be infinite, everlasting. And maybe in another story, in another script, I’ll find a way to make you stay this time, and we will find a way to get out of the warzone. 

With love, 

y/n. 

Tom finished the letter as he hunched his shoulders, the DVD had kept on playing and he looked up just to get the last stone to hit him. 

“The princess?” A younger y/n asked, to yet another video, this one seemed different. Not recorded by their parents. “Alright, so the princess is going to…save the prince!” Y/n explained to Tom. “Because she is in love with him!” 

“Why does it have to be a princess?” Tom frowned. “Why not be a superhero! Besides, it should be me who saves the damsel!” Tom pushed. 

“This is my movie, Thomas,” y/n complained. She was wearing her yellow princess dress. 

“This is my movie, Thomas,” he mimicked. He groaned. “Why can’t I be the dragon? Why does Sam get to be the dragon?” 

“Because you’re the prince!” Y/n said with a bright smile. 

He took the script off her  hands. “What does it even say?” He asked as he read it. “This is stupid!” 

“No, it’s not!” 

Tom frowned. “Why would we kiss?” He wrinkled his nose as he stuck his tongue out. 

“Because we like each other.” 

And then it faded out. It had all been so quickly. And Tom had to think about it. If they loved each other. Why the hell wouldn't they kiss? Why the hell couldn’t they be together? It didn’t take him more than two minutes to stand up and decidedly go and look out for her. He had made one quick stop, but then he had rushed to her building. He had used the stairs, the elevator had taken too long. He couldn’t wait to see her. 

And when it hadn’t been her, the one who had opened the door, Tom didn’t know how he was feeling. 

“Oh, another one with flowers, great,” The girl said, she had a clearly not british accent. She looked very similar to y/n though. 

“What?” Tom asked. “I’m sorry, who are you?” 

“Yes, first one brought peonies, second one daisies and you… what are these?” 

“I don’t… I don’t know,” Tom gulped. “I’m… Where’s y/n?” 

“Seems like we have… Chamomile, primroses, evening primroses that is, and… Heleniums,” The girl pointed out as he stared at the flowers Tom was holding. “Huh, what’s up with y/n having three hot guys bringing her flowers, girl is lucky.” 

“Who--who are you?” 

“I’m y/n’s cousin, Cherry, nice to meet you, Tom I presume.” 

Tom blinked, in shock. “Where’s y/n?” 

“She’s gone now, buddy. Left London this morning.” 

The end? 

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Together Always

A/N: hey guys, this is a part of @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh 's 1k writing challenge, congratulations again, queen K! I hope you enjoy. I’m so sorry for the delay hvfuuvcurv, i hope you enjoy! This is my longest yet, if this flops, i will be angy :)

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Pairing- Harry Holland x reader

Warning- some angst maybe? mentions of hospital, nothing too gory, maybe swearing here and there

Word Count- 3.5k+ (woohoo!)

Prompt- “Marriage? Pass”

Prompt will be in bold

Summary- you finally realize why people choose to go ahead and take a long term committment with each other.

(At age 10)

You were sitting on a park bench alone, crying by yourself. No one was around, for you were sitting in a quiet and empty part of the park. Your head was bent to your knees, which you had brought closer to your chest. You were so engrossed in your own sorrow that you did not notice two identical faces catching your sight and walking towards you, wondering what was wrong.

"Hey, what happened? Are you alright?" You heard a voice in front of you and looked up, seeing two twin boys standing in front of you. One of them had curly hair, while the other had straighter hair.

"Well no, I'm not in a really good mood right now." You replied meekly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The curly haired boy asked. You let out a sniffle and wiped your wet eyes. They sat down beside you, the curly haired boy sitting on your left and patting your hand for comfort, and the straight haired boy sitting by your right.

"Well, uh it's just that my mommy an-and my daddy they do-don't want to live with each o-other anymore and are getting a d-divorce."

"Oh, uh that's really sad to hear. Do you know exactly why this happened though? Like do they fight or anything?"

"Harry, don't ask her all that! She will tell us if she wants to."

"It's ok, uh they kind of fight a lot everyday and I overhear them saying they cannot live like this and all, I guess." You said, smiling sadly. "Now I have to decide who I want to live with. It's gonna be a bit hard for me." You sniffled again, making the boy named Harry (you guessed when the other boy called him) rub your arm in comfort.

"Well if you ever have any difficulties, we don't live very far from here. You can always come and maybe live with us, if our mum agrees with it."

"No no, I don't wanna burden you like that, but uh sounds nice!"

"Oh and I'm Harry, he's my twin Sam." He said, pointing to the straight haired boy.

"I'm (y/n)." You said, shaking their hands. Little did your 10 year old self know at the time that their friendship would make a tremendous difference in your life.

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(6 years have passed)

It has been 6 years. You decided to finally move in with your dad, partly because he was kind of a better parent to you and partly because his house was near the Hollands, which made it easier for you to see the twins more often.

Ever since that day, you had become great friends with Harry and Sam. Of course, through them, you also met Tom and Paddy and their parents, and they were the sweetest people you ever met. They helped you go through your parents divorce, as it is always very difficult for a small child to go through such things alone. They were like a second family to you. Tom kind of became like a protective older, while Paddy was like a little brother.

Harry and Sam were your best friends, of course. They never failed to always keep you happy and amused, especially when they did a lot of silly things on purpose.

Harry never failed to pull you out of your blues. No matter what it was, he always managed to get a smile out of you every single day. He made you feel warm and fuzzy every time it was just the two of you together. You often accompanied him whenever he would do some casual photoshoots, as you were a great help to him, giving valuable tips, helping him choose a perfect scene, etc.

Of course, as you grew older, puberty was obviously very much favourable to all of you. Harry was no longer the cute little boy with a baby voice, you were no longer the small girl with a doll face. Harry grew more tall, his muscular features become more and more prominent. His voice had become deeper, which you found pleasant to hear all day long. Not to mention, he was more attractive as well, so naturally he often attracted the attention of girls in school which often made you jealous.

Sam of course grew up to be a very charming and handsome lad as well, quite like his twin. His cooking skills had improved a lot too. But, the bond between the two of you was more platonic. You felt a deeper connection with Harry, something more than friendship. You were still wary of a long term committed relationship, given that you had gone through your parents divorce, but that did not stop you from daydreaming about what it would be like if you and Harry were together.

----

(Age 17)

It was your senior prom and your date had turned out to be a bitch, deciding to never show up at your house to pick you up. He had messaged you about having caught the flu, and right when you were about to just give up and stay in at home instead, Sam insisted that you come to prom anyway. What you did not know was Harry had not managed to get a date, so he just decided to show up solo. He had been hoping to ask you, but seeing that you got a date already, he decided to just go by himself.

So when he saw you alone and dateless, looking absolutely impeccable and breathtaking in your body hugging purple dress that ended above your knees and hair opened save for a small braid in the side, he decided to take this chance and go for it.

You had seen him too, looking so handsome in his tuxedo. How you were mentally wishing that you both would be together instead. The way his curls flopped despite his best efforts to keep them tidy only made him seem hotter in your eyes.

"What happened? Todd ain't here?" He asked, referring to your date.

"Na, he's had a bout of flu, at least that's what he says."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I dunno, I guess I just kinda had this coming you know, maybe I'm not meant to have a nice date to a dance and have fun. Ah, just my luck."

"Come on, any guy would be lucky to be with you."

"Yeah right." At that moment, his eyes fell on a couple who had entered the ballroom, and when he realised who it was, his blood boiled and his fingers were clenched as he tried to control the urge to just go and punch him.

You could feel him tense up beside you, and looking at his face, you could sense something wasn't right. His face held an agitated expression.

"What's the matter, Harry?" You asked, concerned.

"I hate to tell you this, but uh looks like Todd is in perfect health." He mumbled.

"Wait whatever do you mean?"

"See for yourself." He pointed you in the direction where he was looking, and to your immense surprise, there was Todd all suited up, getting quite cozy with some random chick who was in a dress slightly shorter than the prescribed dress code. You could feel your blood boiling. The audacity of the motherfucker to lie like this and then just show up like that, you couldn't control the rage building in you.

Before Harry could stop you, you stormed your way towards the couple, who were now making out in a corner and ripped them apart. The chick had barely uttered a word when you gave him one tight slap.

"Fucking bastard, so this is your flu? How did I even agree to you, you son of a bitch?!" You shouted out so loud that now the whole hall of students was staring at this scene. Harry finally came behind you and held your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down.

"Hey hey hey, just leave that fucker alone, okay" he whispered in your ear and dragged you away from them towards the drinks table. He handed you a cold drink and you gulped half the drink in one sip, which helped you to calm down.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, holding your hand for comforting you.

"Yeah, I'm fine just, I should've expected this would happen, I guess. I don't think boyfriend and all is meant for me." You said, feeling a small lump in your throat as you felt tears in your eyes.

"Hey hey hey, now don't say all that." He lifted your chin up and looked into your eyes. "Don't cry over that wanker. You wanna dance with me?" He held out his hand, waiting for your answer. You wiped your tears and smiled at him, taking his hand, which he took as yes.

He took you to the dance floor and held you by the waist, pulling you closer towards him. Some slow music was playing. You held his shoulders and rested your head on his chest, swaying slowly to the music. The space between the two of you was not that prominent now, and you could hear your heart beat very loud and felt that Harry could probably hear it too.

He was feeling sorry. Sorry that you were made upset by a total jerk, but at the same time glad because that was the reason he was here, holding you close, dancing with the prettiest girl he knew, the girl he had liked over the years. He could smell sweet shampoo from your hair, mixed with some perfume you had applied, lulling him into a trance of you.

The beat of the music changed as the DJ changed into another song with faster rhythm, making you pull away from each other as you matched to the rhythm. He accompanied too, although he wasn’t too great of a dancer, but he still looked cute trying to match your moves, making you giggle at him. You danced to a few more songs, before you felt a little hungry and thirsty, signalling Harry who was feeling the same. You went to the snack counter and got some snacks for both of you, while he got the drinks. You quickly chugged the drink and snacks at once, making him laugh, you following suit.

“Thanks for this Harry, I’m really enjoying prom.”

“You’re welcome, love.” you froze a little at that nickname. Love, huh. You’d love to get used to that nickname. You just smiled in response.

The rest of the prom just went in a blur. All that you really remembered and cared about was when you sneaked out of the party and took a walk in the park. You both were just walking side by side, hands brushing every now and then. Harry suddenly stopped and let out a deep breath.

“Hey, (y/n)?”

“Yeah Harry?”

He cupped your cheeks and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, catching you off guard. Slowly you melted into the kiss, moving your lips against his soft ones. He pulled away from you, eyes closed and pressed his forehead against yours, hands still cupping your cheeks.

"Would this be a good time to say that I like you? Like maybe we could be something more?" His eyes slowly opened, looking into your (y/e/c) eyes, both of you knew the answer.

"Yes Harry, I'd love that." You said smiling, making him grin from ear to ear. He leaned in again to kiss you harder, one hand still on your cheek while the other pulled you closer by the waist to practically press into his chest. Your hands went around his neck as you kissed him harder as well, with more passion, as if letting out all of the tension into it. Needless to say, this was your happiest memory of your lives.

----

(Age 23)

You never thought that you'd be in a relationship this long, but here you were, six years later. Harry was now a professional photographer and often had lots of photoshoots lined up for him. You had decided to take up journalism, as you were fond of writing a lot and often wrote plenty of articles in your school days.

You both now lived together in an apartment of your own, not very far from the Hollands'. You were both busy in your professional lives, but always found time for each other as well. You’d maybe go out on dates to a restaurant or to the movies, or have a night in having a movie night or just do something goofy or have some fun ;)

He has always made you feel complete. Neither of you really felt the pressure to go to the next step, which was marriage, or well so you thought. Harry would lie if he said that it didn’t occur to him. However, he knew that you weren’t ready just yet. He did not mind much, so as long as he could be with you all his life.

You were sitting and having tea with one of your colleagues Sally, who was also a good friend of yours. You were just sitting and discussing stuff about some work and boyfriends, bitching away about some stupid colleagues in your office.

“Oh also, I have something to say.” she said in a very excited voice.

“Oooh what is it?” you asked, curious as to what she was going to say. She simply squeeled a little and  thrust her left hand in front of your eyes and you saw a beautiful silver princess cut diamond cut ring on her ring finger. You covered your mouth, a big smile on your face. You gave her a big hug. You were so happy for her.

“Oh my god, Ricky proposed? I cannot believe this! When did this happen?”

“It happened this morning! He did it when I woke up! Isn’t he so amazing?”

“Of course Sal, I’m so happy for you!”

You could not, however, feel a panging in your heart. It felt a little like a longing pain, as if you would love for something like this to happen. You had no intentions to settle for a long term commitment like a marriage, but maybe, just maybe, there was a teeny tiny part in you that perhaps wanted that with Harry.

“So what about you and Harry? Are you guys planning to marry any time soon?” she asked cheekily. You gave a clamped smile.

“Marriage? Pass.” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, even though your voice quivered a bit.

“Are you sure though hun? I mean, you and Harry have been going strong for years now. Don’t you even think about it sometimes?” 

You gulped. She was kind of right.

“I don’t know, maybe? Ok, yes maybe I’ve thought of this a few times.” you paused to take a sip of your coffee and continued, “well actually speaking, I have some issues to be in a long term commitment. So far, I am kinda surprised that I’ve been in a relationship this long, although Harry is really amazing. It’s just that, I don’t want that if we marry then something happens, creating a wedge between us, and then we have to split up. Like, in the case of my parents as well, who couldn’t wait to leave each other. I guess, I’m just scared of that happening, that’s all.”

“Oh I see. Hey, its normal to feel scared of what may happen in the future. I would be lying too if I said that I’m scared too. But sometimes, we just have to go for it, you know? Life is a roller coaster, yes, but if you find the right person to spend it with, then you’ll be ready to face them.” she held your hand to give you assurance. You let out a breath and nodded in agreement.

“Thank you so much, Sal. Also congratulations again! I’m so happy for you!” you hugged her again and headed towards your bike to go back to your apartment, Sally’s words never leaving your mind.

----

(many weeks later)

You were sitting in your office cubicle, editing an article on your computer. Suddenly you saw Sam’s name flashing on your phone as it buzzed since you had put it on silent. Sensing that something was up, since he never called you while you were at work unless it was an emergency, you picked up the phone, a “hello?” leaving your mouth. If you were not mistaken, you could hear him crying.

“Sam? What happened? Is everything okay?” you asked, getting worried.

“Oh (y/n), come to the hospital quickly. Harry’s been admit-ted.” he stuttered, followed by more cries. Your hand flew to your mouth, you went into a shock. Harry? In the hospital? Was he ok? With so many questions buzzing in your mind, you managed to mutter a quick yes and got up from your desk, gathering your bag and telling your boss briefly that you needed to go to the hospital urgently, to which he agreed. You quickly climbed on your bike and drove to the hospital, which was thankfully not very far off.

You went to the receptionist, where Sam was standing, waiting for you. Seeing you walk towards him, he just gave you a hug, tears dropping from his eyes. You hugged back, trying your best to soothe your best friend by patting on his back.

“It’s ok Sam. Where is he?” your voice was suddenly high as you choked back your tears. He just led you to a hospital room, where Tom was sitting beside the hospital bed, face tear stained. He gave you a small and faint smile when he saw you. Your eyes finally fell on Harry, who was lying on the bed, his eyes closed. The heart monitor was bleeping, he had an oxygen mask on his face. Many wires were attached to his left hand, for medicine and blood supplies. He had some bandages on his left arm and his left leg as well.

“Wh-what exactly h-happened?” you stuttered, tears spilling from your eyes. 

“He got into a crash, and got injured. The doctor said that he hasn’t suffered too many injuries, but he is yet to gain consciousness.” Tom said, voice still shaking. “We’re all just waiting for him to wake up.”

You took a seat beside the bed and held his right hand, which did not have any needles. You muttered a silent prayer for him to get well soon. You stroked his hair as he kept on sleeping peacefully.

----

Harry finally regained consciousness two days later. You all were so happy and relieved. The doctor also gave good news that he was better and would be good to go in two more days, as he had to do some minor check ups. You were relieved that he was going to be alright. You had been so afraid to lose him, as you couldn’t imagine your life without him. He had been your support all your life. 

Oh. Oh. A realization hit you. He was your whole life. You did not want to spend your life without him. This episode of almost losing him had made you realize it. You quickly made your way towards Harry’s room, where he was just lying awake. Sam was telling him something, and he had an amused look on his face.

“Hey, babe. How are you feeling?”

“Better. How’re you?”

“I’m great. Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah sure, (y/n/n) what is it?”

You took a deep breath. “So uhh, I’ve actually been thinking ever since we almost lost you. I don’t know, but it got me thinking. You know how I’ve always been wary of the idea of marriage, as I have always feared that what happened to my parents, would happen to us, which is not what I want. But umm, I’ve realized that I never wanna lose you, ever. I cannot imagine a life without you with me. Also, what Sally said to me the other day, made me realize that you are indeed the right person for me.”

“Oh my- wow (y/n) so, are you saying that um, that umm you’d consider taking the next step?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes.

“Yes Harry.” you tucked a hair strand behind your hair, took his hand in yours and continued, “so Harry, I know this is probably not the place to say this, we’re in a friggin hospital” he chuckled as you smiled and continued, “but maybe, when time comes, and I’m hoping it comes soon enough, do you wanna consider maybe going further? Like, be together forever?”

“You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this.”

“Is that a yes?”

He just pulled you towards him in response and caressed your cheek, attaching his lips to yours. You kissed him back gladly, smiling into the kiss. He pulled away and stroked his finger on your hand, whispering a “yes”, a goofy grin on his face.

The End

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If the Holland’s has a sister

warnings: language

wc; 1.2k

request: @ashoup18​  Could u do a lil story where tom, harry, sam, and paddy have a sister. Age, love interest can be whatever you want. But like dom can cuddle with her (just listened to his podcast) and nikki can have someone to talk to abt smth other than golf? Just soft Holland family things

I hope you don’t mind that’s its a headcanon! it was a bit hard to write a story

a/n: I could write 3 pages worth of this stuff haha

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you were Paddy's twin sister

and the youngest holland in the family

by 24 seconds

Even if you weren't the youngest, you'd probably still get babied 

after all, you were the only sister. 

but being the youngest sister made sure your brothers were super overprotective

having four older brothers was hard

it was also messy 

you, of course, had your own room

(much to the boy's dismay)

but Nikki made sure they didn't complain too much

after all, you were her only daughter

and the favorite

but the boy's don't know that

when you were born the boys were pretty intrigued, to say the least

Tom was already eight years old

sam and harry were six

they all had a pretty good grasp on life

so when their mother came home with two bundles of joy, tom was shocked

harry and sam were excited

another set of twins!!!

and tom was just like 'man I didn't get a twin" 

regardless, when Nikki announced she had a girl all the boys were S H O O K

a FEMALE

Tom immediately asked to hold you

you cried

he felt bad

then he felt betrayed when Harry got to hold you and you started playing with his hair

there's a great family photo in the living room of Harry holding a beaming you, Sam holding a smiling Paddy and tom pouting in the corner because why don't the babies like him?? 

as the years went by, you warmed up to tom

he was still 8 years old then you though 

and he was always, always away

when you were eight years old, he was cast as Spider-Man

after that, you barely saw him

except for on TV

Harry went with him and suddenly, the house was emptier

with harry and tom being gone almost all the time

you were closest with sam and paddy

mostly paddy thought, because well he was your twin

You were 110% a daddy's girl 

Dom loved his boys, don't get him wrong, but having a little girl to protect and cuddle with was his joy in life

especially because you were the youngest 

so by the time sam, harry and tom were 21, you were still 15

it's safe to bet that Dom probably likes you the most

if you ask though he'll just say

"you're my favorite daughter."

when you learned to walk, you followed your dad everywhere

EVERYWHERE

he had to lock doors because of you

when you turned 13

he cried

why?

because his little girl wasn't so little anymore

Nikki laughed at him

your brothers gaped because when they turned 13 Dom pretty much told them, you're on your own 

then they all said, "to be fair, (y/n) is like five feet so she's still little."

youngest, only female and shortest

what a record 

you were also really close with Nikki 

you two did everything together 

she was so thankful to have a daughter she cried when the doctor told her it was a girl

all that golf talk was exhausting

sometimes she'd just walk into your room so she didn't have to face the boys or her husband anymore

they weren't allowed inside your room

not that they listened

you caught the other twins in their once

it was a nasty scene

"Why are you in my room, Sam?" 

"Uhhh... HARRYS IN THE CLOSET"

"YOU DIV"

"YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN"

and then Sam ran, leaving you to interrogate Harry and his intentions

the first time you had a boy ever, all your brothers had a plan

Paddy told them all about the guy you were bringing home

Tom would distract you

While Harry and Sam took whoever this "Mitchell" guy was for some questions

Of course, you warned Mitchell beforehand

"so, I have four older brothers and they're probably going to interrogate you"

you handed him a paper with all the appropriate answers

Mitchell was just your best friend

growing up with brothers ensured you got along with boys better

and bc you didn't trust girls since your brother was the Tom Holland

Tom had asked you to help him in the kitchen leaving harry and sam with Mitchell

"what are your intentions?"

"where did you meet?"

"do you have any diseases?'

"Are you going to break her heart?"

"Are you only in it for spiderman?"

"Is your name really Mitchell?" 

He passed the test

only bc you threatened to dislocate all of their noses if they didn't leave him alone

when tom and harry were gone you learned to cook with sam

which was chaotic neutral

he was a chef

and you were... trying

"pass the salt"

you gave him salt

"that's sugar"

you enjoyed cooking with him, but you didn't know anything

you tried to flip pancakes with him once and let's just say.. your ceiling and sams hair was never the same

you weren't allowed to be in the same Kitchen as him after that

"hey, sam do you kn-"

"OUT OF THE KITCHEN YOU DEMON"

"I just wanted a phone charger" you mumbled

Paddy was a different story

you two were either inseparable or could not be in the same room

someone breaks Paddy's heart? 

they better square up

someone ditches you after meeting Tom?

Paddy was throwing hands AND feet

or

"PADDY! Did you take my hairbrush?"

"no?"

"You barely have hair!"

"HEY! At least my hair doesn't clog the shower drain!"

"at least my deodorant doesn't give all the girls coughing fits!"

"yeah well, I don't spend an hour getting ready every day"

"that's cause no amount of time could fix that ugly"

"were twins"

"not identical"

"I can't believe I'm related to you"

"I know right, you make me look bad"

you liked harry the best

he was so down to earth and calm

he even let you straighten his hair once

that, however, was not calm

"you're going to burn me!"

"Stay still dammit!"

"AH SHIT"

"HARRY I SWEAR"

He almost choked on hairspray

"I look ugly"

"you always do, what's your point?"

"you're an actual div" 

family premieres were always fun

you got to go to America with all your brothers and wear expensive clothing 

like really expensive

Tom spoiled you

he would buy you the latest designer dress for the red carpet

and your brothers would just roll their eyes 

when you got to meet up with Tommy you always ran up to Harry first just to annoy him

then Harrison bc he was also like another brother to you with the number of times he's been to your house

THEN you'd hug tom and thank him for the dress

the reality was that you missed your eldest brother, he was gone for months, sometimes 3/4 of the year and you hated it 

posting with your family on the red carpet of Spider-Man far from home was like a dream come true

until they made fun of you for still being 5 2" in heels

you guys were a perfectly dysfunctional family 

but that ok bc you wouldn't have it any other way

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Hello!! Sure!! 💓

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Masterlist - Part 2

Crackships from E to Z

First person starting with E:

Eiza Gonzales x Tom Hiddleston

Eleven x Sabrina Spellman

Elizabeth Lail x Henry Cavill

Elizabeth Olsen x Henry Cavill

Emma Watson x Tom Felton ( 1 - 2 )

Erin Richards x Morena Baccarin (Thompkean)

First person starting with G:

Garrett Hedlund x Ivana Baquero

Garrett Hedlund x Minka Kelly

Grant Gustin x Maggie Elizabeth Smith x Sophie Turner x Thomas Brodie-Sangsters ( 1 - 2 )

Grant Gustin x Sophie Turner ( 1 - 2 )

Gugu Mbatha Raw x Sebastian Stan

Gwyneth Paltrow x Lyndsy Fonseca x Robert Downey Jr.

First person starting with H:

Harry Shum Jr. x Lyndsy Fonseca

Hayley Atwell x Ian Somerhalder

Helena Bonham Carter x Kiernan Shipka

Holland Roden x Scarlett Johansson

Holland Roden x The Avengers x her pack

First person starting with I:

Ian DeCaestecker x Lyndsy Fonseca

Ian Somerhalder x Sophie Turner

First person starting with J:

James McAvoy x Lily James

Jenna Coleman x Richard Madden

Jennifer Lawrence x Scarlett Johansson

Jensen Ackles x Natalie Dyer

Jessica Chastain x Tom Hiddleston

First person starting with K:

Katherine McNamara x Zayn

Kit Harrington x Lyndsy Fonseca

First person starting with L:

Lesley Manville x Natalie Dormer

Lily James x Zac Efron

Lucas Jade Zumann x Sadie SInk

Luke Mitchell x Lyndsy Fonseca

Lyndsy Fonseca x Margot Robbie ( 1 - 2 )

Lyndsy Fonseca x Matthew Gray Gubler x Shemar Moore

Lyndsy Fonseca x Robert Downey Jr. ( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 )

Lyndsy Fonseca x The Avengers x Tony Stark

Lyndsy Fonseca x The Cast of "Grimm"

Lyndsy Fonseca x The Cast of "Nine lives of Chloe King

Lyndsy Fonseca x Tom Ellis

Lyndsy Fonseca x Tom Hiddleston

Lyndsy Fonseca x Tyler Hoechlin ( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 )

Lyndsy Fonseca x Zeeko Zaki

Lyndsy Fonseca x Zoey Deutch ( 1 - 2 )

First person starting with M:

Margot Robbie x Natalie Dormer

Margot Robbie x Sebastian Stan

Milo Ventimiglia x Natalie Dormer

First person starting with N:

Nicole Kidman x Shiri Appleby

Nina Dobrev x Tom Hiddleston

Nina Dobrev x Thomas Doherty

First person starting with O:

Odette Annable x Joseph Morgan

Odette Annable x Sebastian Stan

Olivia Holt x Tom Holland

First person starting with R:

Ray Fisher x Tatiana Maslany

Richard Madden x Taron Egerton ( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 )

First person starting with S:

Scarlett Johansson as Natasha Romanoff

Scarlett Johansson x Sebastian Stan (Buckynat) ( 1 - 2 )

Scarlett Johansson x Tom Hiddleston

Shay Mitchell x Zayn

First person starting with T:

Taron Egerton x Zendaya ( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 )

Theo James x Zendaya

Tom Holland x Zendaya

#crackships #requests #e to z #requests open