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The Bet

A Harry Holland mini series

Part 1 (the game begins)

Summery:

Tom bets Harry he can't make you fall in love with him.

Warnings: slut shaming, social anxiety, smut (thigh riding) cursing, boys being dumb, blood.

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Word count 6k

Weekends at the frat were always busy. It was like as soon as five pm on Friday rolled around it was a revolving door of people. Some people the boys knew, some people they had seen but never spoken to, and some people that were completely strangers. None of them minded of course, part of being in the frat was throwing parties and they were determined to do it better than any of the other fraternities on campus.

Most of the occupants of the frat were sitting in an area they usually claimed as their own on nights like these. Talking to each other and ignoring the rowdy party goers aside from the occasional attractive girl that would saunter by catching their eye (or boy in Travis' case). Tonight was no different. 

Harry always steered away from girls who were drinking, he had a very specific set of rules, no alcohol, no leading on, and absolutely no falling in love with him. He knew it was strange, but he had a rugby Career to think of, and he planned on going pro. So he was straight forward if he started talking to a girl, hence the no Alcohol rule. Which brings us to the particular topic of today's conversation amongst the boys. 

"All I'm saying," Tom announced, "is that, you either suck in bed, or girls are really not into you," there was a collective round of oos from the other guys as Harry rolled his eyes. 

"I tell them they can't fall in love with me from the get go, keeps them from getting all clingy," Harry reminded Tom with a smirk. 

Tom sighed as he took a swig of his drink, "I'm just saying, I doubt you could get a girl to fall in love with you, you're too cocky," he told his younger brother. 

True to Tom's word Harry just scoffed, "I could have anyone in this room fall in love with me," he chuckled.

Tom narrowed his eyes on his younger brother. "Wanna bet on that?" He asked with a smirk. 

That caught Harry's attention. "Fine, what'll it be?" Harry challenged. 

"If you can get a girl of my choosing to fall in love with you, you win bragging rights," Tom explained. 

Harry nodded as he mulled the idea in his head but it wasn't him who spoke next. "That could take weeks," Sam pointed out with a worried expression, he always seemed to be the most level headed of the three Hollands (Four when they were back home).

"Maybe," Tom shrugged, "but Mr.cocky over here could probably get it done faster," Tom glanced over to Harry to see his eyes narrowed at him. 

"Fine," Harry agreed, "who will it be?"

Tom's finger was up and pointing across the room before Harry had even finished his sentence. 

Every boy turned to where Tom was pointing, and there you stood. A drink in your hand that was still full from when you had gotten it an hour prior, standing beside your cousin and flatmate, as you didn't know anyone else there. Harry had never seen you, and didn't know a thing about you, but Tom (who had been sleeping with your cousin Malory) knew exactly who you were and what had brought you here, and he knew that out of everyone in this room, you would be the last person to fall for his brother.

"Who is that?" Harrison asked, breaking the silence and causing all of them to turn their attention from where you stood.

"Mal's cousin, she just transferred here," Tom explained. 

Harry watched you for a few minutes more before turning back to his brother and sticking out his hand. Tom grasped his with his own and shook. "Got yourself a deal," Harry announced before finishing the beer in his hand, and gearing up to make his move.

Meanwhile, you were as uncomfortable as you had ever felt. Malory had told you coming out tonight would be good for you, help you get out of the funk you were most definitely in. But the truth was, you didn't want to be here, you would rather be anywhere but here. 

Mal was popular, so there wasn't a moment where she wasn't introducing you to another person, and socially you were drained. You didn't want to have to tell another person who you were, or that you had transferred over from the states, and you definitely didn't want to tell them why. You spotted a boy with curly red hair making his way towards the two of you, he was cute, with nicely styled Auburn hair, a cute smile, and a generous dusting of freckles on his cheeks. 

"Nope!" Mal yelled as she pointed a boney finger out towards him, "turn your ass around Holland Jr. And go find someone else," she told him strictly. 

His hands flew up to his chest as though he had been stabbed by her words and he feigned heartache. "Me? What have I ever done to you Malory?" He questioned as he walked up until he was directly in front of the two of you.

He cast you a grin, before turning back to Malory. "I'm serious Harry," she warned, "don't even think about it," she told him with a look that threatened death. 

The boy, who's name you had just learned was Harry, nodded at her. "I was just coming to say hi, I've never seen you around before," he turned his attention to you. 

"What about the other fifty people you have never seen around before?" Malory asked before you could even respond. 

Harry shrugged, "none of them caught my eye quite like her," he told her before turning back towards you. 

You had to give it to him, he was good, maybe too good, as though he had done this time and time again. 

You smiled politely. "Y/n." You said as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. 

He grasped it in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the skin of your hand gently. 

"Harry," he told you, though you had already gathered that. 

"Ok, you introduced yourself, now go away. And tell that brother of yours to stay away from me tonight," Mal told him as she gave him a shove back towards a group of guys she had previously told you were the fraternity brothers. 

A few to many people and an eternity later, you were standing alone, watching a sea of drunk people dancing like no one was watching. You had lost Mal about a half an hour ago and you weren't entirely sure what you were supposed to do. You wanted to go home, but the problem with that was you weren't sure how to get there or where exactly you were. You were the perfect victim for a predator right now you realized. "You don't look like you're having a good time," a familiar voice said. You turned to see the same curly haired boy from earlier standing beside you. 

You shook your head, "my social clock stopped ticking, but I don't know where Mal went," you admitted. 

"She and Tom ran off to his room," Harry told you with an apologetic smile. 

"Oh," you mumbled as you looked at the ground. 

"Are you going to be able to get home without her?" He wondered as he touched your arm. 

"I uh, I don't know how to get there from here, and she has the car keys," you admitted, as you cringed at the idea that you were a sitting duck. 

"I'll take you home," Harry told you like it was the simplest option. 

You shook your head and glanced at his nearly empty cup, "you have been drinking," you pointed out. 

He nodded and then chuckled, "I have, and I would never put you in a dangerous position, so I'll walk you," he said, "it's not to far from here, and I am all to familiar with Mal's place from how many times I've had to pick up a hungover Tom there the morning after," he told you as he lead you through the front door of the frat. 

You stopped at the stairs and glanced at him unsure. This was a recipe for disaster, not only did you not know this guy, but you also didn't know the area, and your true crime loving brain was screaming at you to stay put and just wait for Mal, but something else was telling you you could trust this guy.

So despite every red flag you followed him down the stairs to the sidewalk. "Is that alcohol?" He asked as he gestured to the cup in your hands. 

You nodded at him as you watched him take it from your hands and dump it into the grass beside you. "Don't want you getting in trouble for an open container," he explained. 

You nodded and eyed him skeptically. He was handsome, that you could easily admit. And there was something about him. He seemed to have a cocky attitude, but you could see that maybe that wasn't all it was underneath, maybe this boy was as broken and damaged as you were, or maybe he was just a cute boy offering to walk a helpless girl home. 

"Thanks for doing this," you said after a few minutes of walking. 

He shrugged but smiled, "I'd rather you get home safe than feel partially responsible if anything happened to you," he explained. 

"So what's the deal with Mal and -" you trailed off as you tried to remember the name of the boy Mal was most obviously involved with even if they did have real enemies to lovers vibes going on. 

"I don't know honesty," Harry admitted, "Tom is- well Tom is Tom, and Him and Mal have some history, but it gets messy when they're together," he chuckled. "She poured milk on his mattress once and dragged it out in the sun so the milk would spoil, he says it's because he didn't take her out, but I have a feeling it was more than that," he told you. 

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around yourself the brisk night air nipping at your skin. 

"You're cold," Harry said as he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. 

You couldn't help but giggle. 

"Thank you," you said. 

You were finally approaching an area you were vaguely familiar with and it eased some of the tension in your bones. That is until you saw the steps leading to your apartment building, and who was sitting on them 

"Oh no," you groaned as you went to turn right around and flee, you would wait for Mal at the fraternity you didn't care how long she'd be, anything to avoid what was about to come. 

"Y/n! Y/n! Is that you?" Markus called from behind you. 

Harry could easily see the tension in your body at the sound of the man's voice. "You want me to tell this guy to kick rocks?" He asked you. 

You weren't a confrontational person, in the slightest, you didn't like dealing with problems if they had the possibility of becoming heated. But in this instance, you couldn't take him being here. So you nodded at Harry, thankful he was there with you. 

"Hey, how bout you come by another time buddy, she doesn't want to talk right now," Harry called towards where Markus was standing staring at the two of you. 

"And who the hell are you?" He demanded stepping forward. 

"No one, but the lady doesn't want to talk tonight, so go on and go home, yeah?" Here Harry was, dealing with your problems with no back story or explanation, just the simple fact that he could tell you needed it. 

"That's really nice y/n, you ran off and hopped on the first dick you can find, doesn't matter that I'm the only guy you've been with, right. You said it yourself, your lacking experience," he spat in your direction. 

Harry recoiled back at the words before shaking them off. "Hey listen mate, just get lost," Harry told him. 

At this point Markus had started to get closer to the two of you, only standing a few feet away, you had your face hidden behind Harry, who you were practically using as a human shield. "Yeah?" Markus asked dryly. "So you can go sink your dick in the slut standing behind you? I don't think so," 

The noise of bone crunching, Is a very distinct one, of course followed by a howl of pain. 

You jumped back ready to call the cops if Markus had struck Harry, but were surprised to see Markus clutching his nose in pain as Harry shook out the hand he had just used to punch him. 

"First off, don't call her a slut," Harry spat, taking a step towards Markus who began backing up, "and second, she doesn't want to see you, so get lost," he finished as Markus grabbed his coat and fled. 

You stood staring at Harry with your mouth agape completely unsure at what had just transpired. "I- wha-" you shook your head in disbelief as you glanced over to see Markus' car peeling out of the parking lot. 

"Are you ok?" Harry wondered as he looked you over. 

"Am I- what? Me? Are you okay?" You stuttered out. You glanced at his hand to see blood and instantly felt guilty. "Your bleeding," you stated. 

He looked down at his knuckles and shrugged, "I'll be fine," he assured you. 

You shook your head as you told your brain to kick back into action, "come on," you told him as you walked past him and grabbed his uninjured hand. "I have a first aid kit upstairs, and alcohol, because I need a shot," you admitted as you pulled him along. 

"I figured you didn't drink," Harry chuckled from behind you.

You glanced back at him with your eyebrows pulled together. "Why would you figure that?" 

"You had the same cup all night and you didn't touch it at all," he explained. 

You were shocked he had noticed that, he must have been watching you most of the night to even put that together. You nodded as you pulled your keys from your pocket. "I um- I don't like to let my inhabitants down around people I don't know," you admitted. 

You unlocked the door and pushed it open and let Harry in before you followed. 

First step was a shot. 

Second, a first aid kit. 

You chose to drink straight from the bottle of peach flavored vodka, the cheap liquid burning all the way down. 

"You don't know me," Harry chuckled as he pointed towards the liquor.

You nodded, "well you just punched my shitty ex in the nose without having any explanation of why I didn't want to speak to him. Guess that makes us acquaintances, " you smiled as you rummaged around the cupboards until finding the first aid kit. 

"I can work with that," Harry chuckled as he watched you. 

If he was being honest, he wasn't one to act with anger, rarely ever getting physical with people other than his brothers, or opposing teams on the field, But something about how sour the word slut had been directed at you made him react without a second thought. He told himself it was for the benefit of the bet, but honestly, he just wanted to protect you from that, and he had no idea why. 

"Oh yeah?" You wondered with a grin. 

"Mhmm," Harry said, "step up from strangers, and a step closer to friends," he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

"Friends," you chuckled. "right," 

"You're going to need some of those you know, uni is hard enough as is, having people to talk to makes it more barrable," he explained. 

You nodded, mulling over the thought of being his friend. "Yeah alright, tell you what, we're friends," you chuckled at him. He smiled wide at you before you interrupted. "On one condition," 

He narrowed his brows at you but nodded. "Shoot," 

"It doesn't go further than that, ever," if there was one thing you were sure of it was that you couldn't take another heartbreak, and Harry.. well he seemed like the perfect boy to break your heart. You had to protect yourself after all, even if you were selling short an opportunity. 

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at you. All too aware of the bet with Tom becoming a whole lot more difficult. "Deal y/n, friends and nothing more," he stuck out his hand for you to shake and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed it and pulled it towards you to clean. 

"Now let's get this cleaned up," you mumbled as you wet a gauze pad with some rubbing alcohol. 

"Aww shit," he hissed as you pressed it to his busted knuckle. "So now since we're friends, what was that guy's deal anyway?" He Wondered as he winced while you proceeded to clean his hand. 

"Basic story," you sighed. "Highschool sweetheart, lost my virginity to him, thought it was forever, only to have my heart crushed when my best friend told me that they had been sleeping together for months," you ripped a bandaid open and sealed it over the split in Harry's knuckle noticing a bunch of partially healed cuts and scars along with callouses. "He begged me to forgive him, and explained that I was an idiot if I moved to throw away all the good years we had had over a few months. So I packed a bag, left a note that said I was an idiot and flew to Scotland for two months, then Mal told me she had a room open and I enrolled here for school, picked up and completely upended my life," you explained. 

"You're not an idiot," Harry said sternly. 

You nodded with a smile, "no I'm not, I just, I know what I'm worth, and it's a whole lot more than that," you grabbed the bottle of vodka again taking a swing before offering it to Harry. 

He eyed you for a minute before shrugging and throwing it back. "So what now? You have given up on love all together?" He wondered. 

You chuckled before nodding. "Something like that, it's not worth the pain, you know, it feels good for a while, but then to have your heart destroyed," you sighed as you stared at the wall, "no one deserves to feel that, like you weren't enough, or you were just some means to an end," you told him. 

Harry cringed at that last statement. He wanted to call Tom and call the whole thing off, there was no way he could go through with this and risk you getting hurt in the crossfire, especially with you being so open with him, this wasn't worth bragging rights, hell it probably wasn't worth anything Tom had to offer. He pulled his phone from his pocket seeing a text from Tom that read 'I expect a full report in the morning lover boy,' and suddenly the idea of throwing the bet out the window went right out the window instead. 

Harry would come to regret this moment, and he knew that without a shadow of a doubt. You deserved more than to be part of something so childish without knowing, but his competitive cocky nature made him headstrong, and that, that was his problem. 

"So," Harry sighed, sitting back and looking at you. "only guy you have ever been with huh?" 

You groaned as you grabbed the bottle of vodka and made your way to the L shaped couch. "Yup, 23 years old and I've only slept with one person, which either makes me extremely sad or extremely lucky," you shrugged as you took another swig of the drink. "Guess it just depends on who you ask. What about you?" You wondered, your attention turned back toward where he was leaning against the counter.

"What about me?" He asked with a grin. 

"Come on," you chuckled. "You must get around with a smile and face like that," you teased. 

Harry just rolled his eyes before making his way to the couch beside you. "Nothing serious," he admitted. "A few flings, but that's it," he told you. 

You nodded, offering him the bottle again which he gladly took. 

You spent the next late hours chewing the shit and becoming fast friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you that you couldn't deny, but there was no way you would ever act on it. 

You yawned as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 3 am and between the two of you guys, you had nearly finished the vodka. "We should get some sleep," you mumbled as you let your eyes fall closed. 

"We've been friends for only a few hours and we're already having sleepovers?" Harry chuckled as he sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped around your legs. "How scandalous," he mumbled before his breathing got heavy and passed out. 

Harry's head pounded as his eyes fluttered open the next morning, to a terrifying sight. Harry gasped as he sat up seeing a very angry Mal standing above him. "I specifically told you no," she warned. 

"I didn't do anything," Harry protested, and he was telling the truth, he hadn't done anything, which in and of itself was not like him at all. 

"She's not another mark on your bedpost Harry," she told him with a sigh. "She's been through a lot in life and she doesn't need any of the drama that comes along with a Holland," 

Harry looked at Mallory with a serious face before he answered. "We're not all Tom Mal. I just want to be her friend nothing more," the lie felt heavy on his tongue as he said it, but it seemed to be enough for her. 

She nodded and then looked at you still fast asleep on the couch. "I'll kill you if you hurt her," she warned.

"I'll hold you to that," Harry said honestly, because suddenly he was worried hurting you just might break him.  

You awoke to the smell of something delicious. You pushed up from the couch to find Mal standing at the stove. "Morning you floozy," you chuckled as you stretched your arms above your head. 

"I can say the same to you," she giggled as she looked over at you with a funny look. 

"What?" You wondered with narrowed eyes, and then last night came flooding back into your mind. You glanced over to the other side of the couch to find it empty. 

"He left this morning when I got home," she told you as she turned back to the food she was cooking. 

"Oh," you mumbled as you stood up from the couch. 

"Y/n, I meant what I said yesterday," she sighed as she turned around to face you again. "The Holland's, they are bad news, and Harry is the worst of them," she told you. 

You shook your head. "We're only friends Mal," you assured her. 

She nodded, "well Tom and I aren't even that and look what he does to me," she grumbled. 

You felt bad. Honestly you did. But you and Harry were only friends, and you had agreed to be nothing more. So what was the danger there? 

As soon as Harry had gotten home Tom was all over him. "So?" He wondered. 

"What? You think I have a fucking magic dick or something?" Harry scoffed. 

"You used your dick then? Noted." Tom chuckled loudly. 

Harry was tired, and more than a little irritated. "No actually, I don't have to lead with my dick to get someone to talk to me," he spat at his older brother, before bounding his way up to his room. 

"Well maybe if you did this would go faster," Tom chuckled, ignoring Harry's obviously bad attitude. 

"Yeah, whatever Tom," Harry grumbled before stripping his clothes off to get in the shower. 

"Call it quits if you want mate, I won't judge you none," Tom called through the bathroom door. 

Harry should have taken that out, he should have called it quits, because he didn't see an end where this didn't end in a disaster, but he couldn't, he couldn't back out now. "piss off Tom," he called through the door. 

The next few days were a blur, between beginning your classes and trying to get a lay of the land you barely had a minute to yourself. You walked out of your creative writing class with the full intention to go home, strip off your clothes, run yourself a nice bath and relax. 

"Hey you," you heard from behind you. 

You turned to see Harry standing there, with a gym duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Oh Harry, hi," you said. 

"I uh- I didn't get your number last weekend," he chuckled before holding out his phone to you. "Hard to get ahold of friends when you don't have a way to contact them," you smiled at him and took the phone from his hand, entering in your number. 

"Here you go," you told him. 

He looked over the screen and smiled "y/n/n?" He asked. 

"My friends get to call me that," you winked before turning to head in the direction of home. 

"Hey!" Harry called, running after you. "I was thinking, were having a party this weekend-"

"You live in a frat, aren't there parties every weekend?" You wondered. 

"Touche," Harry chuckled. "Anyways, I'm not really feeling up to it and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go somewhere with me?" He asked you. 

You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him. "Go somewhere?" You squeaked. 

"Yeah, just two friends hanging out," Harry clarified. 

You nodded, his words not really easing the sudden ache in your stomach. "Um, yeah. Yeah that sounds fun," you lied. It did not sound fun, if anything it sounded like a disaster in the making. 

"Cool," Harry sighed in relief, "I'll pick you up Saturday morning at 8," and then he was gone. 

"8am?" You yelled after him. 

"Bright and early sunshine!" He called back before disappearing all together. 

Recipe. For. Disaster. 

So there you were 7:45 on a Saturday morning debating on what outfit looked the best to spend the day with Harry. You had been texting non stop since you gave him your number, and he had told you to wear something casual that you didn't mind getting dirty. 

Mal was nowhere to be found having gone out last night to do something. That something being Tom, you had no doubt about that. 

Having no one to ask about your current outfit, you Snapped a picture and sent it to Harry asking him if was ok. 

His response was immediate. 

H- dare I say you look edible? 

Y/n- Harry! You can't say that! 

H- ohhh, ok. Then you look perfect y/n/n 

H- pulling up now. 

H- get your edible ass down here. 

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your purse and made your way down to the entrance to your apartment. 

Harry was out of the car and standing on the passenger side holding the door open for you as soon as you stepped out. "And they say chivalry is dead," you chuckled as you slid into the seat and buckled yourself. 

"Whoever said that has obviously not met any of the Holland's," he teased back. 

You let out a laugh before turning to him. "Do you know what is said about 'the Holland's'?" You asked.

He shot you a funny look before you continued, "you boys have a reputation for being bad news, absolute heartbreakers," you told him. 

"Woah," he said as he turned onto a road you were unfamiliar with, "I'm very straightforward with all the girls I evolve myself with that they should not fall in love with me," 

You rolled your eyes at that, "it's not always that simple, sometimes it just happens and you can't even pinpoint when," you explained. 

He nodded, "I guess I just wouldn't know, never been in love," he admitted. 

You felt utter shock wash over you. "Never?!" You demanded. 

He shook his head, "can't get your heart broken if you keep it hidden," he said. "Plus I'm a busy guy, between rugby and my classes, not much time or energy to keep a relationship,"

"Harry," you whispered, "that's kind of sad," you looked at him with his full attention on the road ahead of you, he nodded slightly before taking a deep breath. 

"It may be, but I haven't had to try and pick up the pieces of my heart because someone else shattered it. If my heart gets broken, I want to blame myself," Harry admitted. 

You sighed before sitting back into the car seat and staring out the window wondering where the heck he was taking you. 

Eventually, Harry pulled the car off the road and put it in park in front of what seemed to be a giant canal, with an amazing view. 

"Where are we?" You wondered as you unbuckled yourself and climbed out of the car. 

"This is where I come, when I want to escape," he told you. "Come on, I have something to show you," he stopped at the trunk of his car before pulling out a large bag and then walking forward, grabbing your hand as he passed by. 

The walk was short and when he finally stopped walking you were amazed. Underneath a bridge, that had a perfect shield of privacy all while still giving you a full view of the canal and all it had to offer. 

"Wow," you said as you sat down on a large rock. 

Harry nodded as he watched you take it all in, this was his place, the one he would come to anytime he just couldn't take it anymore and needed a way out. To be sharing it with someone felt so weird, but also right. He hadn't planned to bring you here, having a whole other day planned, but after the constant texts and getting to know you in the past week, he knew he wanted to share this with you. 

"It's my favorite place," Harry admitted. 

"You probably bring all the girls here," you teased with a smile. 

Harry sighed, "actually, I've never bought anyone here," he told you. He rummaged around his bag before pulling out a few waters and handing you one. "I also made you a sandwich in case you get hungry," he told you. 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at him. A sudden onset of feelings you were not supposed to be feeling rushing over you. "Thank you," you whispered. 

Harry nodded, before sitting next to you. "So," he said after a minute of silence. "Tell me something you have never admitted out loud," he told you. 

You chuckled as you thought about it. There were a few options that came to mind, but most that were childish and not worth saying out loud, so you went with the one that had been eating away at you for the last few years. "I don't think I have ever had an orgasm," you admitted, staring ahead. 

Harry's eyes flew open in shock at your words as he spit his drink out, effectively covering you in water. "I'm sorry, what?!" Harry demanded as he tried to help you wipe yourself off. 

You shrugged, "you know how, like if your going to go to an amusement park, the day before your all excited because you have been hearing about this amazing ride, and you can't wait to ride it, and then you get there, and it's the carousel," you explained. "That's how sex always was for me, and I never have been able to get really into doing it myself," you admitted. 

"So you don't know if you have? Or you never have?" Harry wondered. 

You sighed as you thought about it. "I don't think I ever have," you laughed as you threw your head back laughing. "How sad is that?" You chuckled. 

"Extremely," Harry chuckled before taking a deep breath. "I could uh," he looked over at you. "I could help you," he shrugged. 

You felt your mouth drop open at that. Help you? With like… getting off? So you said the only thing that came to your mind. "Help me?" You wondered. 

He nodded, "I won't touch you or anything, unless you ask me to, but yeah, I could you know, help I guess," 

"How?" You asked suddenly breathless with the situation at hand. 

Harry's eyebrows shot up, "like you want me to show you?" He Wondered. 

All you could do was nod. Stupid girly hormones. 

Harry took a deep breath before nodding himself. "Just a friend helping a friend," he whispered to himself. 

He grabbed your hands as he pulled you from where you were sitting on the rock and began to push you back towards the cement wall. You gasped as your back hit the wall and Harry's body was only a few inches away from you. 

"I'm going to hold your hips to help you move," he told you with a husky voice, "but you're going to do all the work, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, and if you want me to stop, say the word and I will," he explained. You nodded as you stared up into his warm brown eyes, an ache forming in your stomach. "I need you to say the word y/n/n," he whispered. 

"Yes," you whispered, Harry kicked your legs apart with one of his before slotting his knee between your legs and pushing his thigh against your core, his hands firmly planted on your hips as he began to help you grind against him. 

It was almost pathetic, because in all the times you had had actual sex it never felt as good as this did. You stared into Harry's lust filled eyes wishing he would lean in and kiss you, dear God did you want his lips on yours.

He pulled you against his thigh firmly and you let out a moan as your eyes drifted shut and your head fell back. 

"That's it," Harry mumbled as he continued what he was doing. "Just relax and let go," he cooed. 

You couldn't help the way his words made you feel, making the whole situation that much better, you felt yourself begin to loose control as your breathing increased and your legs tightened around Harry's thigh. 

"Oh fuck," you moaned out as a sudden wave of ecstasy washed over you, and you knew for certain, you most definitely had never had an orgasm before now, and you had just had your first one riding Harry Holland's' thigh. 

How. Embarrassing. 

As you came down from the high you opened your eyes to see Harry staring at you, his own eyes full of lust and unspoken desires. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he admitted. 

You felt yourself become all to aware of his thigh still pressed firmly against you. "Friends helping friends," you chuckled. 

Harry nodded as he glanced down to your lips before shaking his head and backing up. "I need to- I need- give me a minute," he told you as he made his way out of sight, walking a little funny with an obvious problem in his pants.  

You felt yourself exhale, completely shocked that you had let that happen. That happened. 

Holy. Shit.  

You shook your limbs as you made your way back to the rocks you had been sitting on before. 

You could hear Harry mumbling off on the side he had disappeared off to. "Fucking div," he groaned. "Friends? Friends don't fucking do that. Fuck, friends don't look at you like that," he exhaled loudly before slowly returning. 

You watched him as he rounded the rock to sit beside you. He took a deep breath before returning to you. "I have to be honest." He sighed. "I lied to you before," he admitted. 

You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, "about?" You wondered. 

"Friends don't usually help friends like that," Harry explained. 

You couldn't help the laugh that erupted from your chest. "Well they should," you teased with a smile. 

Harry turned away from you with a smile before shaking his head. "So did I help you out? Or no?" He wondered with his bottom lip pinned between his teeth. 

"You helped me out tremendously," you giggled. 

He nodded before turning away to adjust himself. 

"Fuck, tell me we can never do that again, for the sake of our friendship," Harry demanded. 

"Ok," you whispered. 

"Tell me now y/n, or so help me," he groaned. 

"We can't do it again Harry, for the sake of our friendship," you told him with a smirk. 

He nodded before looking at you shocked, "you didn't say never," he reminded. 

"Didn't I?" You teased. 

The next few weeks were spent together. When you weren't at class, you were usually with Harry, whether it be at the frat, your apartment, his practice, or your guys spot upon the canal, you had grown to be inseparable. 

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Just absolutely loving on harry, like kissing all over his face and neck all soft and stuff 🥰

Okay I got this just after I closed my 400 headcannon weekend, and I saved it (and one other) to come back to, so here it is just for fun!

Kinda long so I’m gonna put a break on it, but completely safe for work below the cut!

You’d had a very, very, long day

Everything was exhausting you, pumping gas, pushing the grocery cart, walking up the stairs, hell, even making breakfast this morning was exhausting and the day hadn’t begun.

So when you finally got home, all you wanted to do was soak in the bath, and kiss Harry.

You started with the bath, candles, a bath bomb, a face mask, and some tea. A perfect, relaxing way to end the day.

Harry had yet to come home when you got out, another long day on set for him and you were more than disappointed now.

Usually you wanted nothing more than to be cuddled, but today you were looking for something else.

You curled up in bed, a movie you’ve seen a thousand times playing softly in the background, Harry’s empty side separating you and the screen in front of you.

You heard the front door pop open, “babe?”

You sat up in bed, hearing him rummaging around in the kitchen, then the microwave starting and the popcorn popping.

It wasn’t long before he was walking in the room, popcorn in one hand, beer in the other.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he spoke lowly, “what’s goin on?”

You smiled at him, opening your arms, asking for a hug.

“Hey,” you whispered against his neck, pulling him in tight and starting to lay down, pulling him on top of you.

He chuckled against your skin, “alright lemme crawl in. Don’t wanna spill my beer.”

He walked to his side, pulling back the covers, and hopping in next to you

He sat the popcorn in his lap, one hand around his beer, as you leaned over

You planted a nice hard kiss on his lips, not looking for anything deep, just a nice gesture of love

When you pulled back, he chuckled, “well I missed you too.”

“Can you sit between my legs?” You asked gently, moving to rest against the headboard

“Sure, darling,” he answered quietly, “what’s goin on though?”

It was weird for you to want to cuddle him, most of the time you were asking for him to be your big spoon

“Nothing. Just wanna wrap myself around you,” you smiled.

He settled between your legs, bringing the popcorn and beer with him, and you closed your legs over his, your arms resting loosely around his shoulders, his temple hitting your jawline

He started watching the movie, his favorite thing to do with you, but you were very distracted by him

You dropped your head down to plant kisses across his face, neck, and shoulder.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked with a small laugh.

“Nothing, just wanna love on you,” you whispered into his skin.

He relaxed in your hold as you continued to pepper kisses across his skin

He wouldn’t admit it, but he really loved the change of pace. It was nice feeling you behind him.

He smiled as you started to kiss across his collarbone, “babe,” he started to laugh, “babe that tickles.”

You continued doing it, just to make him laugh, before kissing back up his neck, across his jaw, and to his lips.

He brought his empty hand up, holding you in place as he kissed you a little deeper, “mmmm,” he spoke against your lips, “I love you.”

You smiled against his mouth, “love you too,” before pulling back and turning back to the movie. But now, you weren’t so distracted.

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Take One - H. Holland Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s order Gregg’s for dinner.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until you finally beckon him, “just one?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or your curls.” You add.

“Or your dimples.” He suggests.

“Or your eyes.”

“Or your eyes.”

“Harry…” You start.

“Yes, angel?”

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

“Take one?”

“Take one.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, Freyr!”

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

“By Freya!” Tom said with astonishment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck you too!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lush Mint Bistro: Harry Holland X Reader

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Harry’s POV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Y/N’s POV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Harry’s POV:

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

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

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Chapter one: Whelve

Summary: Tom comes back from a hectic year to find his ex from his teens in his parents’ house. She’s got big plans for herself and all of Tom’s brothers know, he’s a risk for her.

Series warnings: Smut, exes to lovers, pining, additional warnings per chapter

Tom came home for the holidays on December twentieth of 2020 but was not expecting to see what he saw in his childhood home on that day. His mother sits there indulging in conversation with a friend she’s had since Tom was born.

“Tom! Honey! Look who’s here!” She points to her friend who’s been playing with a puppy.

“Hello Holly. It’s good to see you.” But it’s still really awkward given the history… but then again, Holly doesn’t know the history.

“Tom honey, come see Rosalind’s new puppy! His name is Cerberus.” Tom’s brows raise a little more when he hears the name.

Instead of kneeling and playing with the puppy immediately, he stands there for a second wondering if this is real or not.

He hears laughing from the kitchen, and then his younger brother Sam walks out with Holly’s daughter, Rosalind and a few dishes for dinner.

Once he sees Rosalind, everything stops for him. She’s wearing that smile she used to wear around him when they were alone and no one knew. The one he hasn’t seen in years. The one he’s dreamt of. The one Harrison has made fun of him for fantasizing over. The one he’s had no luck finding in any other girl. The one he fell in love with right before he left for carpentry school. It still hasn’t changed.

She looks up for a moment at him and her smile fades so she quickly leaves with Sam as he tells another story.

Harry of course notices and texts the brothers group chat calling an emergency meeting.

BROTHERS GROUPCHAT

Harry:Meeting in Paddy’s room. ASAP

Sam:why?

Paddy:Yeah and why my room?

Harry:All will be explained. Just get there

Tom:I just got home. Can it wait?

NON FAMOUS HOLLANDS

Harry: Tom’s still in love with Roz. He’s either gonna be a dick or a loser if we don’t talk to him about it. That’s why we need a meeting.

Sam: Seriously? Still? He was such a dick last time they saw each other.

Paddy: Agreed

Sam: If he starts acting like that again she might not just leave for Paris for school, she could leave forever

Harry: Thus why something. Needs. To. Be. Done.

Paddy: Meeting in my room

All of the brothers get to Paddy’s room in a short few minutes. And Tom is told to sit on his bed while the twins get ready to interrogate him and paddy guards the door.

“I saw the way you looked at her Tom,” Harry starts.

Tom tries (and fails) to bullshit through this conversation, “what are you talking about?”

“We’re talking about you being awkward about Roz being here,” Sam chimes.

“Roz is like a sister to us, and we’ve seen you fuck it up with her to the point where she left the fucking country,” Harry says, “so whatever your thinking about her, stop. She’s too good for you and everyone knows it but you apparently.”

Tom gets angry at his younger brothers for trying to tell him what to do. He has since they were all little… well, little-er. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Rosalind left so she go to ballet school in Paris. That had nothing to do with me.”

Now it’s Paddy’s turn to speak up, “Oh yeah? When was the last time you talked to her?”

5 years almost. Right before he went to carpentry school.

“Exactly.” “We lost a sister because you were a fucking asshole.” Sam crosses his arms. “And she probably wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t for that other dick.” His twin copies his gesture.

‘Does Roz have an ex?’ He wonders. She does not. The dick that Tom’s brothers are referring to is Rosalind’s father, who just got his mistress pregnant. Rosalind moved back to England to support her mother during the divorce.

“Look, mates,” Tom starts, “do you even know what happened between me and Roz?” It’s silent for a moment. “Exactly. So don’t assume that just because I used to like her, I’ll automatically still be in love with her. I’m not. Nor have I ever been!”

What Tom didn’t know was that Rosalind heard everything that just happened.

Instead of busting in on them, she just goes back downstairs and decides to text Sam that his dish was ready.

“Shit, my foods done,” he states, “let’s call this a wrap for now and follow up later.”

The lot of them sit at the table eating the food Sam made.

Most if the conversation is made up by Tom’s parents and Rosalind’s mother. She compliments Sam on the food.

“Thank you so much, Holly. Roz made desert too, and it looks absolutely delicious. What’d you say it was?” Sam asks the girl.

“Lavender vanilla bean beignets.” She informs.

“My mouth is already watering with anticipation! That sounds lovely.” Tom’s father comments.

Roz has always been bashful when someone compliments her. Tom has always found it adorable… which is why he would compliment her any chance he had when they were teenagers.

“My friend’s mother taught me the recipe. She said it was a family recipe and I’m not allowed to tell anyone… so please don’t ask.” She jokes.

“Damn. That sucks. I was gonna ask for it.” Sam says.

Rosalind smiles lightly.

“So, Rosalind,” Nikki calls for the girl’s attention, “do you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“Moving into my new flat, meeting up with some old friends, and then I have a date.”

Holly’s mother peeps up, “be careful, darling. Unless you’re lucky enough to marry a Holland, men tend to disappoint.”

Holly doesn’t know about Roz and Tom. That they used to see each other after the sun went down, sneaking out of each other’s windows to mess around.

Holly was a nurse who usually worked nights and Rosalind’s father was just an idiot who didn’t notice Tom taking the condoms.

“Trust me Mum. I know.” Rosalind’s eyes shift up to Tom for less than a second but it’s enough for the other boys to notice. Harry kicks his shin.

“Actually, I should probably get going now. There’s a lot of stuff I need to unpack. And Cerberus is getting sleepy. But I do hope you all enjoy desert.” She politely gets up from the table.

Nikki clicks her tongue, “Oh, darling! I was so hoping you could stay so we could discuss our plans for Christmas! And Tom just got back from filming. It’d be so lovely if you’d stay.”

“Love, if it’s just unpacking I’m sure one of the boys could help you tomorrow.” Dom says.

It’s true. All four boys would be more than willing. But it would be far too soon for Roz to be ok with it.

“No no. It’s ok. I also have to figure out some choreo for some clients.”

“Well let me help you with your stuff.” Sam offers.

“So what exactly is your new job?” He asks once they’re alone.

Rosalind clips Cerberus’s collar and leash, “I’m a new ballerina for the royal ballet company. And when there’s time, I choreograph for musicians.”

He nods and grabs an umbrella. “You might want this.”

She smiles at the nostalgia, “I can’t believe you’ve had this in your umbrella bin all this time! Thank you Sammy.”

“You know you’re still the only person who gets to call me that.” He laughs

“What? Not even your girlfriend?”

“That’s still pretty new.” He explains, “you would have met her tonight, but she had her own family thing.”

“Well I’d love to meet her.” Rosalind pulls the strap of her bag onto her shoulder before opening the door. “And thanks for setting me up on that date.” She calls out before patting her thigh for Cerberus to follow her. She waved one last time to the boy before leaving on her way.

Little did either of them know that Tom heard the entire conversation between them.

“What the hell, Sam!” He claps his brother on the back once Rosalind is out of eyesight and earshot.

Sam shrugs, “You know, for a guy who said he was never in love with her, you seem to care an awful lot. Maybe I should set you up with someone too.” With that, Sam walks back inside.

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blueberry muffin (t.h)

tom holland x reader

summary: tom takes care of you when he worries about you forgetting to eat

a/n: i clearly don't know how to come up with a good fic name lmao. this is based off a situation i found myself in not that long ago (unfortunately tom wasn’t there to help me… *sigh*)

warnings: deals with important topics such as body image issues and not eating - please look after yourself if this could be triggering! ily <3 mentions of being sick (motion sickness) mentions of negative body image, forgetting to eat etc. also lots of fluff and pep talking from the boys

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“Love, no offence but who doesn’t like the beach?” asks Tom in disbelief, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look over at you in the passenger side. 

“You don’t like the beach?” asks a shocked Harrison from where he’s squished up in the backseat with Harry and Tuwaine. Being the girlfriend of the driver does have its perks, including a surplus of legroom in the comfort of the front seat. 

“It’s not that I don’t like the beach, it’s just that I don’t always feel the need to lay around feeling completely exposed and getting sunburnt before taking a dip in this giant cold, salty bath where all the fish do their business and something will probably nibble on my feet,” you explain. “Plus, no offence but your beaches here are kinda suck.” you add, grimacing at the gasps from the outraged boys in the car with you who clearly ignored your ‘no offence’ free speech disclaimer. 

“You take that back, Y/N Y/L/N,” grumbles Harry. 

You shrug, flipping him the finger. 

“It’s a free country, Baz.”

“Well,” says Tuwaine, always looking to mediate the situation. “In your own words from a few months ago Y/N, there are ‘precisely 3.5 days of enjoyable weather in this country’, so we are making the most of this one by going to the beach while it’s not too hot and not too cold, alright?”

Twenty minutes later, Tom notices you’ve zoned out of the boys’ conversation and rests his free hand gently on your thigh to get your attention. 

“You okay love?” he asks. “You’ve gone kinda quiet.”

You swallow, not moving your eyes from staring straight ahead while you fiddle with the string of your bikini top underneath the T-shirt of Tom’s that you’d pulled on as a cover-up. 

“Yeah, I’m just feeling a little carsick, is all.”

“Do you want me to pull over?” he asks, concern immediately coating his features as he glances at you. 

“Woah, you’re looking kinda pale there Y/N,” adds Harrison. “If you get sick I’ll get sick. And I am very cosied up here in between these guys. Just saying.” he eyes Harry and Tuwaine threateningly who both inch away from him slightly. 

“I’m fine,” you insist as Tom opens your window slightly. 

“Are you sure you’re not sick?” he insists. “You never get carsick, even when you and I were giving Paddy a driving lesson and he kept stopping and starting every two seconds.”

“Did you eat something bad for dinner last night?” wonders Tuwaine. 

“We all had the exact same thing for dinner last night and you cooked it, you div.” says Harry. “If it was food poisoning we’d all have it.”

“For breakfast then?” says Tuwaine, rolling his eyes at the redhead. 

You shake your head. 

“No, I forgot to have breakfast this morning.” you admit. 

“Y/N!” groans Tom. “How many times do I have to remind you? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

You nod apologetically, placing your hand on top of his where it rests on your thigh. 

“I know, but I was rushing around trying to get ready for the day, and then I lost my swimsuit, and then I had to help Harry find his which took around seven years because who the hell leaves their swim shorts in the bookcase? And then I was busy making my travel coffee and then you guys were all yelling that we had to go and I wasn’t going to play into the stereotype of the girl roommate who takes way longer to get ready than the guys so I just kinda…forgot.” 

Tom sighs. 

“I really worry about you when you forget to eat, darling.” he says. “You’ve had two coffees and no food-” he uses his free hand to pick up your travel cup of coffee from the cupholder and sighs when he feels how light it is. “-three coffees and no food! That’s not healthy.” 

He suddenly pulls off of the main road and into the queue for the Starbucks drive-through. 

“Tom, what are you doing?” you ask. “We’re meant to be going to the beach and it’s already like 11.30AM.”

“We aren’t going anywhere until we get you some breakfast, baby.” he says firmly, pulling up to the order kiosk. 

“Hi, can I get a ham and swiss croissant, please?” he asks. “oh, and a blueberry muffin.” he adds, remembering your favourite. 

“Quackson,” laughs Tuwaine and Harrison, quietly mocking Tom. 

“Tom, no!” you hiss. “You don’t need to do that, I told you. I. Am. Fine!”

“Bro buy me a snack too eh?” asks Harry, leaning forwards to stick his head between the front seats. “I could use a Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino right about now.” 

“Ham and swiss croissant, blueberry muffin, will that be all?” asks the worker. 

Tom huffs and turns around in his seat, glaring at his brother. 

“Have you had breakfast this morning?” he asks.

“Well, yeah-” sighs Harry. “But-”

Tom turns around to the front again, smiling at the worker. 

“Yes that’ll be all, thanks.”

Tom hands you your food and you thank him quietly but make no move to start eating. He sighs and pulls the car into a parking space, putting it in park and turning sideways to face you. 

“Darling, what is going on with you today?” he asks. 

You sigh, looking down at your lap and he gently cups your chin, bringing your gaze up to him. 

“It sounds so stupid,” you sigh, going pink. 

“Hey, none of that.” coos Tom. “You can tell me anything.”

You swallow before answering, unable to meet his eyes. 

“I just, I didn’t want to look bloated or anything in my swimsuit.” you mutter. “I know it’s a pointless thing to worry about, but I just can’t help it,” 

Tom doesn’t say anything but reaches out to hold your hands in his own, gently stroking his thumbs against the back of your hands as he allows you to finish. 

“I’ll be fine and then someone will recognize you, and they’ll take a picture, and I’ll not be able to see anything else for weeks and I’ll feel terrible about myself and people will ask why you’re even with me and- and-”

Tom senses you working yourself into a state and cuts you off with a gentle kiss. 

“Y/N, I want you to look at me.” he says. “I mean it, look at me please.” 

You shyly look across, seeing only concern and love in his dark eyes. 

“I know that you maybe can’t always see it, but I need you to know how gorgeous you are.” he begins. “And if you don’t know that, I’ll always be here to tell you. You’re gorgeous, kind, funny, smart and caring. Anyone who meets you knows that, and anyone who’s gonna tell you any different isn’t worth the time of day, okay? You’re my absolute world and I need you to take care of yourself. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. And on days where you can’t, that’s why I’m here to help you, alright my love?” he says, pulling you into his chest. 

“He’s right, you know,” adds Tuwaine. “You’re the hottest one in this car.” 

“Hottest one in this city,” says Harrison, poking you in the arm.  

“Watch it, that’s my girl you’re talking about,” says Tom, pretending to be mad. 

You lean into his touch, savouring the love that radiates off of him. As you pull back and he pulls out of the parking spot and back onto the main road, you open the bag and pull out the muffin, taking a large bite and relishing the sweet taste.

“Can’t believe you’ll buy her food and not your own flesh and blood,” whines Harry, not giving up. “At least give us a munch, Y/N?”

You roll your eyes, pulling off a chunk of muffin and handing it to Harry behind you. 

“Happy now?”

He nods thankfully, stuffing it into his mouth and you turn towards Tom. 

“Thank you, Tommy,” you say appreciatively. 

He once again takes his free hand off the steering wheel and grips yours in his own. 

“Nothing to thank me for, darling. I know you’d do the same for me.”

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a/n: i never know how to end fics skljsdsksjk. tysm for reading! your reblogs and comments are always super appreciated <3

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

The Bet

A Harry Hollland mini series

Pairing: Frat!Harry X reader

Synopsis:

Harry can be a cocky asshole, everyone knows that. So what happens when Tom bets him he can't make someone of his choosing fall in love with him?

Obviously Harry is not one to back down from a challenge, that is... Until he meets you.

Damaged from a past relationship and not looking for anything, you agree to be Harry's friend, but things quickly start to spiral until they are out of control.

it was simple. Make you fall in love with him. What harry didn't expect was everything else.

And what he definitely didn't expect was how hard the fallout would be.

Getting you to fall in love with him? That was the hard part.

Falling in love with you? That was the easy part.

Cleaning up the aftermath? That was the worst part.

Getting his happy ending? That was the best part.

Masterlist

Taglist

Part 1 (6.2k) the game begins

Part 2 (3.9k) when players fall

Part 3 (3.3k) the beat down

Part 4 (4.1k) let the peices fall where they may.

Part 5 (2.9k) hook, line, and sinker

Part 6 (TBD)

[violetlilysunshine]

How about something for Harry based off that vid of him making the perfect cuppa? 👀

Oh oh oh, this video you say? Okay sounds fun, hope it came off funny to someone else at least.

All I can hear is “that’s CRIMINAL” in my head 😂

Warnings: cursing

You’re making tea as you usually would for yourself now that Harry’s gotten you into it.

Harry of course, is watching behind you even though he said he wouldn’t

“No, no, no, no!” he shouts out of nowhere

“What?!?” you shriek, splashing some tea on the counter

“YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE TEABAG OUT BEFORE YOU PUT THE MILK IN!”

You almost start laughing, thinking about the edited video you’d seen of him saying exactly the same thing

Instead of just letting him take over for the millionth time (because even though he seems aggressive about it, you know he loves making tea with you), you decide to pester him instead

“Well, what if I wasn’t going to take the tea bag out at all?” you raise your eyebrows and cross your arms over your chest, “after all it is MY cup of tea and I like the flavor to get stronger as I drink it,” you say, completely bullshitting on the spot.

“WHAT?!?” he shrieks, starting to rummage around in the cabinet to make his own cup and show you how to do it properly, “that’s insane, what are you even thinking, just watch again, love”

Seeing him get so obsessive about tea will never cease to make you laugh

[marvelgirlstories]

Hi, I hope you like this one. I love the Holland Family so much. I did this one so that you were dating Tom, but if I should do it with another brother let me know. 💞😘

Meet the Fam

Tom Holland x reader

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

You were nervous as you got into the car, waiting for Tom. Today was the day. You were meeting his family for the first time. Of course, you had met them before at premieres and events, but you only had a little conversation before you had to go do some interviews. Besides that was before you were dating. Tom got in the driver's seat. "Nervous?", he asked, taking your hand. "Yes.", you replied,"Very" "Don't worry. They will love you. Anyways you had already met Harry" "And? What about everyone else? ", you asked. "Hey, look at me.", he softly instructed. You did what he wanted. "They will love you and even if they don't, it won't change how much I love you! Ok?" "Ok.", you answered,"I love you" "Love you too"

After about half an hours drive, you finally pulled up on the drive. You felt like throwing up, a hundred different scenarios running through your head as you got out of the car. "You ready?", Tom asked. "Yeah", you answered, even though you felt the exact opposite. He took your hand and kissed your forehead before ringing the bell.

Nikki answered the door. "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you.", she said. "Thank you. It's so nice to meet you too.", you replied. "Come in. Can I just say, you look stunning.", she said as she lead you into the hall. You blushed at the compliment. "It good to see you again too mum.", Tom said jokingly. You both laughed at this. "Hi, sweetheart", she said as she pulled him in for a hug. Suddenly Dom appeared. "Hi Y/N, it's nice to see you in person for once" You laughed at this. "I could say the same", you replied. "Where are the boys?", Tom asked, wondering why they didn't come running to introduce themselves. "They are out playing golf. They weren't supposed to be this late, but they should be here soon.", Dom answered. "What! Golfing without me!", Tom said, acting annoyed. You laughed at this. "Anyways come into the living room", Nikki said,"Y/N would you like some tea?" "Yes, please", you answered as entered the pretty room.

Tom and you sat down on one sofa, Dom on the other. You started some small talk and Nikki brought in the tea. Suddenly a lot of noise was heard, coming from the hall. "Boys, leave your clubs outside", Dom shouted as he got up to make sure they have done that. They came in one by one. "Hey, boys!", Tom said,"this is Y/N" "It's nice to see you again.", Harry said,"This is Sam" "Hi!" "And I'm Paddy", Paddy added, eager to get a word in. "And you already know Harrison", Tom said. "It's nice to meet you all. How was golf?", you replied. "Yeah. Who won?", Tom wanted to know. "I did.", said Harrison.

"Lunch!", Nikki suddenly called from the kitchen. Tom took your hand and lead you into the dining room. Over lunch, you told them lots about yourself and they told you lots in return. You laughed a lot and they made you feel at ease.

When everyone was finished, you offered to help wash dishes but Nikki refused. So instead you, Tom, Harry, Sam and Paddy played the game of life. It took a really long time, because everyone had so much fun messing around, but no one cared. You were entertained every minute, they loved you just as Tom said and it made him proud, that you got along with your his family so well.

You stayed the whole day, before Tom finally said: "Well, I think we better go." "Yes. It was so nice to see you all", you added, seeing how he wanted to go. You and Tom stood up, giving hugs and saying goodbyes. That took a while, but you finally left with about half of the leftovers from lunch.

"See I told you.", Tom said when you were in the car. "I guess, you were right. Your family are really nice.", you replied. "Yes, and they loved you.", he added as he started the car. "Hmm", you said before taking his free hand. After about ten minutes, you fell asleep. Tom smiled. "God, I love you.", he said softly and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

I hope you like it! 💕I know I said I wanted to post Stole my heart Part 3 today, but I couldn't find the time to. It is summer holidays in Germany at the moment, so it's a bit harder to plan out the time. 🧡🧡🧡 I will try to get my shit together soon.

See you soon ♥️

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@felicitylemon @kandis-mom

[0oolookitsme]

A Day Made Better

Type- Blurb

Verse- Marvel-Actress!Y/n x Marvel-Actor!Harry and Marvel-Actor!Tom Holland

Warnings- None that I can see, but please do tell me if there's any I should put!

Word Count- 912

A/N- I'm slipping back into writing a lot now. Like, I've literally got two more fics saved up and ready to be posted in my drafts and I'm onto working another one. You believe me now? Good. I hope you enjoy reading this <3

Description- Y/n isn't having the best day of her life, Tom can't seem to stop falling and Harry is just too good at making people happy with his little jokes.

It'll be a lie if they were to say that they 'didn't even try' to keep Harry from joining the duo of Tom and Y/n.

Cause they did, they really did try their best. Alas, sweat broke on their foreheads as they lost the unconfirmed battle. But that doesn't mean they are at peace now, oh that's such a no. Perhaps that's why they were gatekeeping Harry, to save them from any greater number of chaotic plans plotted against them.

Every morning, Harry is the first to arrive at the set. Followed by eating-something-Y/n and then a disheveled Tom. And everyone loves their presence but somedays they want nothing more than to tie the three up and throw them in some random deep pit.

Today, majority of the marvel actors are on the set because of some random interview filming which apparently required to them to be on the set. This made the lot who wasn't in the camera view feel annoyed- not sure with the interviewers or with the ones who are being interviewed.

Whatever the option, Y/n is most definitely annoyed with both.

She's been asked to come on set at 5am in the morning, since the last two weeks. Well, everyone has been. But today wasn't like just any other days, no. She had gotten her periods last night, which she blames to make her cry last night. In the morning when she woke up, she was met with her unpleasantly puffed-up eyes, causing her to cry almost again especially when her hair wouldn't get in a proper braid.

At the end, she washed her face with cold once again, looked away from the mirror and threw her hair in a hand curated bun. And, as expected, it looked better than anything.

Then when she arrives on set, she sees Tom on the ground looking like an embarrassed five-year-old, and Harry who's standing right behind him, clutching his stomach and laughing his lungs out while providing his friend with his arm for support.

That did turn the corner of her lips up a tad bit. But when she was told how there wasn't going to be any shooting done today because of interview she and the other two are not a part of, she felt like ripping her hair off her scalp.

She had asked if they could go back then, but the answer she received might be the reason she's sitting in a corner as she registers the fact that this day was going to go down the sink of moodiness.

"Let me tell you a joke," Harry came to sit down beside her, his thigh touching with hers and y/n's not sure if it's because his love language is physical touch or just an unintentional thing. Either thought makes her smile a little. "But you'd have to participate in this one- just once!"

"So, a papa tomato, a mummy tomato and a baby tomato were walking down the street. The baby tomato was walking too slow and got a little behind the parent tomatoes. That made papa tomato mad, and he squished the baby tomato, telling him to: 'ketchup!'" Harry shrieked at the last word and started giggling himself before fixing his eyes on y/n's mouth to see if it made her smile even.

It's like she's laughing, but she doesn't want to laugh- like she wanted to remain sad. Which makes Harry bump his shoulder with hers and laugh along.

Y/n feels something brush on her back before the third musketeer's voice follows. "What's so funny, eh?" He asks as he tries his best to sit down in his kinda tight skinny jeans. "Tell me too, my day hasn't been very heartful either. It's been rather hurtful," he continues himself, squeezing out an unexpected laugh by the other two.

"He's been falling on his ass all morning long," Harry tells y/n as he calms down, still giggling every once in a minute. Though when he sees y/n frown in amusement, he goes on full tryna-convince-her mode. "Like literally!"

"I've fallen what, three times? And what did you do about it, other than wheezing huh?" Tom defends himself from the other side.

"What else could you expect me to do? Massage your arse??"

This snatched a wheeze from y/n's lungs as her body shrinks down. Clutching her stomach, she rises back up and starts to clap while still laughing hysterically.

"Shut up," Tom mumbles, the tops of his cheeks reddening as if someone pinched them.

Harry sputters out laughs as y/n and Tom tell him more about the pranks they have pulled on the rest of the cast members before. But none of them pulls a laugh as loud as the can toppled over Tom's head does.

"Should I throw the other two too, or are you guys coming here to get them?" Sebastian shouts from quite afar with two more cans in his hands.

"No wait! We're coming!" Y/n manages to string the words together in the middle of another wheel of laughter, all while Harry helps her up and Tom cusses out Sebastian.

With the cans finally in their hands, they come back to sit back at their spots. The time followed by goes like that, Y/n spilling her drink as she opens her can, Tom almost slipping over the same drink as he stands up to enact a scene from his favourite movie he was describing and Harry throwing lame jokes here and there.

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