#harry holland x you

[landothemuppet]

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

Listen carefully, until the end, this time

word count: 1.4K

pairing; harry holland x reader

waring: angst, coarse language, low mental health

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

Misunderstanding

/ˌmɪsʌndəˈstandɪŋ/

noun

a failure to understand something correctly. 

synonyms: misinterpretation, misapprehension 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I really thought that..."

"You thought what?" he pressed you

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

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

"What are you talking about?"

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

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

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

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

"Your.. script?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jahayla-parker]

Period Simulation: Gf!Reader

———-

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

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

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

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

Tom Holland:

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

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

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

“‘m just curious” Tom shrugs.

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

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

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

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

“How high does it go?” Harrison questions.

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

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

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

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

Tom nods and forces a soft yes.

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

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

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

“He can’t stop!” Haz argues.

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

Tom groans but shakes his head no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry Holland

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

“Yeah, are you scared?” Tuwaine teases.

“No” Harry defends quickly.

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

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

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

“Go up then” he laughs.

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

Ignoring her nonverbal warning, he shakes his head.

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

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

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

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

“Was I exaggerating?” Y/n asks.

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

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

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

———-

Sam Holland

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

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

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

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

Nikki shakes her head at her son’s ignorance.

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

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

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

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

Sam nods and raises his eyebrow in question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harrison Osterfield

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gross” Tom groans.

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

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

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

Haz nods and smiles sweetly at her.

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

Harrison sucks in a need breath as his eyes widen.

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

“How long do they last?” He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———-

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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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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. 

A/n:

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[buck-nialled]

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.”

[upindreamland]

Holland Siblings Group Chat - Holland Brothers

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

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

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

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AN: that’s it I hope you enjoyed!!!

[maevesheart]

let’s make a deal

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ she-devil (02)

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

summary: slapping peter parker has its consequences. but mr stark and your father make sure that this “community service” will work out in both of their favors. but that means asking things neither you nor peter may be able to do.

WC: 2k

TW: swearing

“what?!” your loud voice cuts through the tension in the small office of your principal.

your father’s face is hard and stern, and he hasn’t spoken a word the whole time.

he is sat to your left, peter is to your right, and peter’s aunt may is on his other side.

“there is no way i’m doing that,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“excuse me, mr morita, could you repeat that?” you father asks, raising an eyebrow.

he is just as upset as you are. this is pointless. as far as he can see; you stood up for yourself.

“of course, mr griswold. here at midtown, we do not condone violence of any kinds. miss griswold’s harassment of mr parker today in the cafeteria violates our school rules. since i am the principal, and i am in charge of keeping our school safe, i must give miss griswold a punishment.”

he finishes, looking at the four of you.

peter and you are sat as far away from each other as possible. his aunt has an anxious look on her face, and you feel sort of bad.

maybe you shouldn’t have slapped him…

no! y/n shut up! he spread lies about you! you are in the right, not him.

“i understand, mr morita, but i’m sure a weeks suspension is a little dramatic,” your father put on his work voice, demanding and frightening.

you found yourself wincing at his words. he was the only person you were ever scared of.

“my father’s right, sir, i only stood up for myself,” you defended, putting on your puppy-dog eyes.

“i’m sorry, miss griswold, but if you wish to change your punishment, you must go to the board of education.”

you sigh, pretty much accepting the defeat.

wait! this is peter’s fault, so why shouldn’t he go down too?

“mr morita, if i may,” you start,

“of course,”

“like i said, i was only standing up for myself. i felt attacked by peter’s cruel words and he was spreading lies about me. lies that include activities which i did not partake in. he is practically sexualizing me, which if i’m not wrong, goes against rule 142 of school conduct. surely he should receive some sort of punishment as well.” you reasoned, planting a sweet tone and a charming smile.

you watched the corners of your fathers mouth twitch into a smirk.

“you are right, miss. i suppose mr parker has broken rules as well. two weeks of community service for the both of you. that’s all.” he dismissed the four of you with the wave of his hand, and you and your father exited with grins on the both of your faces.

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COMMUNITY SERVICE; DAY ONE

when your matte black mclaren pulls up into the parking lot where you’re meeting peter, you immediately don’t want to be there.

after you left the school yesterday, peter had given you his number so you two could communicate on where to work. mr morita said the only way he would let you both back was if you did the work together.

you were dreading it.

the minutes felt like hours, so when peter finally walked up to you, you thought you had been sitting there for seven hours.

he eyed you, and raised an eyebrow at your outfit.

you were wearing black tights, a burberry skirt, a white turtleneck sweater, and knee-high black chanel boots. what was so wrong with your outfit?

you gave him a look and crossed your arms over your chest. normally you didn’t care what people thought of you…

“god this sucks!” you breathed out, throwing your head back.

peter rolled his eyes, and sat down next to you.

“listen, y/n, i’m sorry about what you think i did, but i suggest that we somehow find a way to work together to get this over with,” he spoke, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

“whatever, peter, i don’t really care!”

he shook his head and stood up, walking over to the woman with the clipboard.

you watched him walk away and huffed, he was getting on your nerves way more than you expected.

deep down, you knew that he didn’t say the things harry said he did. harry was like that though; he loved drama, and usually started it on his own.

once peter came back, he was carrying two black trash bags, and two metal sticks.

“what are those?” you asked, reluctantly taking them from him.

“our community service. now stand up,”

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“peter! i’m tired. can we rest?” you pleaded, watching him pick up crushed soda cans.

“fine. but only five minutes,” he sighed, shaking his head at your laziness.

he had done all the work, the only thing you could really said you did was complain.

sighing as he slumped down next to you, his head shot up as you squealed next to him.

“gregor!” you jumped up, running to the black bentley that pulled up next to the gazebo the two of you were seated at.

he stood up and hesitantly followed you, unsure of this strange man.

gregor — the man you ran to — offered peter a smile as he got out of the backseat, and extended his hand once peter was within reach.

“doctor gregor mathers. you must be peter parker, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

peter examined the man before giving his hand.

they shook hands for a slight moment before you started practically climbing doctor mathers.

“pleaseee tell me you’ve come to save me! i need to get out of here!” you begged, inching closer and closer to the car door.

“yes, i have actually. the both of you. your father wishes to meet with you both.” gregor said sternly, motioning towards the car.

you climbed in immediately, gregor slid in next to you, and then when peter got in, he was across.

gregor told the driver to head for gris-rise, the building that held griswold tech, the company your father owned.

gregor had heard of peter’s internship at stark industries — the competition for your fathers company — so he was hesitant when your father announced he wanted both you and peter to come to his office.

one thing was for sure, gregor would be keeping an eye on peter.

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the elevator ride up to your father’s office was quiet and tense.

peter awkwardly stood opposite of you and gregor, and continuously shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

he watched you carefully as you applied lipstick using the long mirrors along the whole elevator. gregor stood closely next to you, keeping an eye on peter.

the doors chimed and opened wide, presenting your fathers completely glass office. 50 foot walls lined the entire room, completely dark grey glass windows.

his dark mahogany desk sat in the middle, with two grey plush chairs across from it.

your heeled boots clicked on the marble floor as you waltzed up to your father, who was faced away from you, standing up and staring out one of his many windows.

“hi, daddy,” you smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek as he turned around. “hello, darling,” he spoke back, turning around and facing peter and gregor with a glimmering smirk.

“welcome to gristech, peter parker.”

peter’s chest tightened as he lightly squinted, taking in your fathers smile. his teeth glinted white in the bright office, and he looked almost sinister.

peter lightly nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat, next to gregor.

“gregor you’re free to go, my biggest thank yous.” your dad smiled, giving gregor a squeeze on the shoulder.

“of course, ken. i’ll be back shortly,” gregor said, giving you a tight lipped smile and nodding to peter as he walked past him.

the sound of his expensive dress shoes echoed in the open room as you and peter were ushered to your fathers desk.

peter reluctantly sat down next to you, uneasily looking around and trying to find the quickest way to escape.

“i’m very happy you agreed to come here, mr parker. i’m kennedy griswold, ceo and president at gristech, but please just call me ken.” a bright smile once again exposed itself on your fathers face.

“of course, sir.” peter said, lightly bowing his head.

“now, i spoke to midtown, and principal morita agreed to let me bend the conditions of your community service just a bit. i figured you two would quickly tire of the slaving away they had you both doing. so instead, i’ve had both of you transferred here. to be my interns for these 2 weeks.”

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AVENGERS TOWER

tony’s fingers pressed into his temples, listening to peter jabber about what ken griswold had told him.

gristech was stark industries biggest competitor. obviously, tony wasn’t happy, but he figured that this could be used to his advantage.

“listen kid,” tony started, placing a hand on peters shoulder, “ken griswold is no dummy. in fact he might almost be as smart as me. there’s definitely a reason he’s doing this, and it’s not for his daughter; lord knows he’s never cared about his family. especially after what he did to his wife… but that’s besides the point.”

peter gave tony a confused look, wondering where he could be going with this.

“i want you to keep a close eye on ken griswold. see his next moves, what he’s making now. then come tell me. we will always be a step ahead.”

“sir, i don’t know if i’m cut out for it. you know i’m clumsy and sometimes stupid and,” peter awkwardly laughed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“you’re smart, parker. you’ll do what’s right, you think with your heart. just don’t trust the girl, she’s beautiful, yes, but she’s a little devil. i’ve heard the things she’s done.”

tony was talking about you, of course.

“make her fall for you. make her trust you. make her feel like she can tell you anything. get her to tell you everything. we need this information to get ahead, parker.”

peter shook his head. he wasn’t cut out for that. how could tony expect him to fake feelings for you when he’s loved you for years? how would he live with himself?

“mr stark…”

“i’m counting on you, kid. don’t let me down.” tony gave him a rough pat on the back, and left the room, leaving peter alone with his thoughts.

his jumbled, twisted thoughts. thoughts that were going to eat him alive.

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GRIS-RISE

“no! i absolutely will not be doing that!” you screeched, appalled that your father thought you would ever associated yourself with peter parker.

“y/n arabella griswold. this is not me asking. this is me demanding. you will get peter parker to trust you, and you will get peter parker to tell you everything he knows about stark industries. i do not care what it takes. want a new chanel? consider it done.”

“daddy! i don’t want to! i hate peter parker! how can you make me do this after those things he said about me?” you we’re shocked. your father was a bad man, you knew this, but he wasn’t evil.

this was out of character of him.

yet, as always, you complied. you would do anything for your fathers approval, something you had been seeking all your life.

you never had a problem getting approval from your mother. she was beautiful, and kind. like a ray of sunshine. your father was dark and gloomy like a thunderstorm. they balanced each other out.

ever since your mothers death when you were a mere child, things hadn’t been the same. your father turned dark and cold and shut you and georgie out.

so of course, if it meant you had to make peter parker fall in love with you to make your father proud, you’d do it.

it can’t be that hard, can it?

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Make-outs || Tom Holland

Pairing: Teenage! Tom x reader

Warning: Make-outs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes”

“How long?”

“6 months” Tom answers.

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

“W-we use protection” Tom tells her.

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

Wow, didn’t expect that.

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

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

“I know, that was scary” I laugh.

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

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

“Fuck sakes” Tom mutters making me giggle.

This is so bad.

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[love-strawberry]

lost you to someone better

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

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

warnings : language

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

tagged : @0oolookitsme @ellora-brekker @qualitygiantshoepsychic

lose you to someone else i

i'm happy, isn't that great iii

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late night talking | p.p.

pairing : peter parker x fem!reader

summary : you decide to do one of those infamous lyric tricks on peter, which totally works.

a/n : ok so clearly i don’t know how to write summaries 😭 and this is probably the shittest thing ever but i tried

literally this was the first thing i have ever written nonetheless posted soooo i really hope someone likes it 😭

[anisas-nonsense]

Guys i love love love reading unrequited love and angst . I dont know why… okay i do but the reason is sooooo depressing but my my my there’s so many writers that KNOW their stuff. So thank you for physically making my heart hurt :)

[alltoowelltom]

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

[jahayla-parker]

#TheAdventuresofDatingHarry (Harry Holland x Reader SMAU)

Summary: Harry Holland x GF!Reader SMAU

Warnings: under the ⛔️ section there is mentions of eating disorders and recovery. It is NOT to romanticize it but address it happens to anyone. Please avoid continuation of smau fic below ⛔️ line unless you’re comfortable with it.

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yourusername: most people have to worry about their SO coming home with a stray dog/cat. Me? Evidently, I have worry about them coming home with a… hedgehog?😂 #TheAdventuresofDatingHarry

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samholland1999: lmao Baz, your poor girlfriend 😂

paddyholland2004: he is her problem now 😉

harryholland64: problem?!👀

harryholland64: Is this hashtag becoming a thing?

yourusername: why yes, it is

harryholland64: I don’t know if that is a good or bad thing

yourusername: I guess we’ll see 😂

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yourusername: Woke up to Harry sending me this photo and then a few minutes later he shows up at my door with a hand picked bouquet 🌻 💛 #TheAdventuresofDatingHarry

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harryholland64: I saw them and know they’re you’re favorite so I had to get that 🥰

yourusername: I freaking love you Baz 😭💛

harryholland64: Even though I brought home a hedgehog? 🦔😂

yourusername: I love you and your spontaneity, even if it drives me crazy sometimes 😂💛

nikkihollandphotography: those are so pretty

zendaya: Couple Goals, love you both

samholland1999: simp

harryholland64: shut up Sam🙄

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yourusername: Today’s episode of #TheAdventuresofDatingHarry features the cutest dog stealing your boyfriend. They’re lucky they’re both cute because otherwise I’d be mad I’m not the one getting cuddles🥺

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harryholland64: darling, you know I’ve always got enough cuddles for you too 😘

yourusername: oh! This is awkward, I meant I wanted cuddles from Tessa 🤭

harryholland64: 😩 can’t I cuddle both my girls?

yourusername: only if I can cuddle Tessa at the same time 💁‍♀️

harryholland64: Deal 🤝 “Tessa!!”

dommoholland: she really is the cutest dog but I’m not sure I like you two stealing her

harryholland64: sorry dad too late, she’s ours now lol

nikkihollandphotography: Baz you’re going to make your father cry. You know if you don’t bring her back after watching her today he will lose his mind over that 😂

harryholland64: you want me to try and separate Y/N and Tessa? 😳 I swear that dog loves her more than she does the whole Holland family 😂

dommoholland: I’m pretending you did not say that☹️

nikkihollandphotography: maybe you two can get your own dog 💙

yourusername: 👀👀👀

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yourusername: Latest update for #TheAdventuresofDatingHarry 😍 Scroll for baby Baz photos 😭🥹😘

Thank you @/nikkihollandphotography for sharing these 🥰 I love them sm 🥹 (they help the angst I have after realizing I may need to be jealous about how much attention he gives to his Nikon🥲)

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samholland1999: if it helps, after you two met his camera was mostly pointed at you so there’s that 😂

yourusername: stoooppp 🥹

harryholland64: thanks for calling me out like that mate that sounds creepy 🥸

yourusername: noooo, it’s sweet 🥹 plus I love the candid ones you took of me the other day ☺️ it was uplifting seeing myself from that perspective 😭

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harryholland64: my love, I was planning on compiling them for a recovery anniversary gift next month but this family sucks at secrets so🤦‍♂️

yourusername: Baz, you don’t need to get me a gift for that 😭

harryholland64: too late love 💘

yourusername: #TheAdventuresofDatingHarry is the best life event 😭 Ilysm🥹

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yourusername: Today marks a huge milestone for me.

Trigger warning for the message below as it deals with body image struggles and eating disorders, please only read if in the right mindset and situation for it. 💓

Over 10 years ago I decided I wanted to recover from my body dysmorphia and address my eating disorder. It wasn’t an easy task and I fell often but on this day 10 years ago was the last true slip up. 10 years ago today I stopped actively participating in trying to meet what I felt were society’s expectations of me. Healing isn’t linear and there are still times I struggle with a healthy self image but over the last 10 years I have been able to correct myself each time and address the negative thoughts in a positive and healthy manner and form positive ones about myself. I didn’t think that would be possible 10 year ago.

To those who’ve been there or still are, please know it doesn’t what you look like, what you think you look like, what size you are, what size you want to/“should” be, or any other expectations; you are BEAUTIFUL and worthy of love. It took me a long time to realize that and that might be the same for you, but I promise you’ll get there. If you slip, don’t get angry at yourself please. Just dust yourself off and go again, it’ll get easier. ❤️‍🩹

These photographs are by none other than @/harryholland64 aka the most considerate & supportive boyfriend. I am in love with them not just because they’re so good, because it’s from him, nor because he’s so sweet. Those are all true, but I love them because I can see how much happier and more confident I am in myself and I never knew that would be possible. It also proves that how you perceive yourself on your bad days aren’t accurate. Some of these were taken on days where I was struggling a bit and I didn’t know they were being taken. Had I known in the moment when some were being taken, I probably would’ve been mortified at the time because of how I felt about myself. However, once I’m able to address the thoughts I’m struggling with and pull myself back up, I feel better about myself and when I do I can truly appreciate seeing them.

These are only a handful of them but he framed all of them and put them up on my walls in my closet by my mirror for my bad days to remind me how he sees me and the thoughtfulness and support from him is immeasurably heartwarming. Baz, my precious baby boy, I love you more than anything in this world and I’m so blessed to be able to have the co-leading role in #TheAdventuresofDatingHarry 💘

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harryholland64: Y/n/n I am so incredibly proud of you and how far you’ve come. Eating disorders are not easy to heal from but you have and I love watching you love yourself and see yourself as beautiful because you’re stunning and deserve the world 😘 I’ll be there every day to lift you up if any struggles come 🥰

tomholland2013: congrats! You’re so strong ❤️

hazosterfield: Ace darling x

samholland1999: Wow, 10 years is impressive! 🥂

nikkihollandphotography: Harry, this is very sweet honey. 💙 Y/n, I’m proud of you, your bravery, and willingness to share your story to help others. Congratulations on a decade of self love, here’s to many more 💙💙

[hogwartsmarvelmommy]

The Bet

A Harry Holland Mini series

Part 4: let the peices fall where they may

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mal's," you told him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded as he stared at you.

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

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

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

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

"Get your clothes off," he instructed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Harry," you groaned against his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhmm," you moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That shocked you.

That was months ago. Like nine whole months ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That thing?" He laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please," you begged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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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[juliluvhz]

my requests || what I will and won’t write || who i mostly write for

doing this so people know what I’ll write, who i write for and what I refuse to write :3, i will do most requests sent if it isn’t these characters anyways, these are just characters i like to write for

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harry potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco malfoy

marauders

Remus lupin

Regulus black

james potter

sirius black

Spider-Man

tasm!peter Parker

Tom Holland!peter Parker

miles morales

josh hutcherson

clapton davis

mike schmidt

sean anderson (movie 1&2)

jess aarons

josh as himself

josh when he was younger (13-18 basically)

peeta mellark

the black phone

finney Blake

mason Thames

robin Arellano

miguel mora

Vance hopper

Brady hepner

gwen blake

Madeleine mcgraw

Donna

rebecca clarke

victorious

beck Oliver

cat valentine

Jade west

andre harris

tori vega

trina vega

extras

eminem

avril lavigne

jaden walton

javon walton

tom kaulitz

bill kaulitz

dustin long

alex norman

fuckshit

ethan garcia

jude bellingham

jj maybanks

anthony larusso

max dennison

colby brock

sam golbach

jake webber

johnnie guilbert

tom Holland

andrew garfeild

emma stone

gwen stacy

what I’ll write

fluff

smut

angst

small age gaps (1-3 years)

grumpy x sunshine

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

love triangles

small mentions of blood

yandere

tsundere

what I wont write

rape

age gap bigger than 3

pedophelia

abuse

kidnapping

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that’s pretty much it! if you do request something that I don’t write I simply will ignore it so there is no point requesting it, thank yaouuu ! ♥️