#haz to my tom

[pollenallergie]

whatever you do, don’t think about coming home to find your boyfriend, Tom Grant, fast asleep while cuddled up in bed with The Lads (the collective nickname he has for his english bulldog, Haz, and his orange tabby, Jago). don’t think about how he’d have a little, four-legged lad on each side of him, snuggled up against him, sleeping just as soundly as he would be. don’t think about how the only sound that could be heard in the room would be the slight creaking of old wooden floors as you approach the sleeping trio, tom’s very soft snoring, and Haz’s very not soft (incredibly loud) snoring (don’t judge him, he’s brachycephalic, it’s not his fault). please, i’m begging you, don’t think about any of it… and definitely don’t tell me what you’d do if you did come home one night to find exactly that…

[flodaya]

let’s recap the last 10 days

Z leaving Paris a day early and skipping a talk show just for one more night with Tom (and his family)

celebrating the twins birthday with them and the family

the yellow ring making a comeback and it’s staying glued to her finger again

Florence saying she has family and friends coming to the premiere and Z saying “me too”

the entire holland family + haz and jack showing up to the dune premiere, most noteworthy dom leaving the house to do to her very public very Hollywood event

spending an extra day in London instead of going to Seoul with the rest of the cast

dom randomly mentions Z by name on his blog something he literally only does for direct family members

and now we have Z calling the Hollands “my family now”

excuse me

[lnfours]

What about Tom taking osterfield reader on the kitchen counter (and Harrison can't know) and if just in absolute need of her and when the Harrison and guys come back and come into the kitchen they are wondering why the reader is so disheveled

oh my fucking god.

slutty sunday

the house was finally empty. your brother had gone off and run some errands, which left you alone with tom.

you and tom had been hooking up for the past couple months, the both of you finally giving in to each other after a night out. you two kept it under wraps, though. you didn’t want your brother to freak out and it would break his one rule:

‘no dating my friends’.

but that was the last thing on your mind as tom grabbed at your hips, his hips pressing against yours as he fucked you senseless on the kitchen counter. he pulled at your hair, whispering things that sent your knees weak.

“shit,” he mumbled against your shoulder blade, “so good for me, baby. c’mon, come for me. can’t have your brother see us like this.”

you were so close, so so so close when you heard the keys jingle at the door. you immediately separated, the two of you tugging back on your pajama bottoms. you busied yourself with making some coffee as tom rushed over to the fridge to make himself look busy.

you ignored your heavy breathing as your brother walked through the door. you turned around and softly smiled at him as he placed his phone down on the counter. the counter tom had just been fucking you so hard on that you were about to see stars.

“morning, sleeping beauties,” he smiled, eyes darting to you as you sipped your coffee. tom grabbed the eggs to start making himself some breakfast, even though he wasn’t hungry.

“you need a brush, y/n.” haz laughed at the state of your hair. you almost choked on your coffee.

“yeah, i know,” you said, “i’m gonna… go do that.”

you sped walked out of the kitchen, tom smiling to himself. your brother watched you with a confused look, but brushed it off as he looked over at his best mate.

“girls,” he sighed, shaking his head, “how was your night, mate? heard you leave your room.”

tom thought about how he snuck into your room last night, his heart dropping. he didn’t know, right? there was no way. he made sure you two were quiet.

“was good,” he said, nodding, “want some eggs?”

haz shook his head, “nah, ‘m good,” he scrolled on his phone, “but, if you’re screwing my sister, at least don’t do it on the kitchen counter. this is where we eat.”

he wasn’t mad. he knew the two of you had been eyeing each other for years.

tom dropped the egg into the frying pan in shock, choking on air as he cleared his throat, “what? no, we’re not-“

“i think you forgot we share a wall, mate,” haz laughed, “just disinfect the counter, would ya? im going to take a nap since the two of you kept me up all night.”

[tzthrowbacks]

there’s also my favorite clip of tom singing where he’s just sitting at his laptop and harry goes were you in billy elliot?? 😂 you really get to hear his lower register

*haz but yeah 🤏 z and his friends probably have hundreds of videos of him singing

[alltoowelltom]

hey i’ve got a request for tom holland x reader:)

so tom and reader have been secretly dating for a long time, only haz, tuwaine and harry know because tom lives with them and y/n has been coming around to see him. one night tom invited y/n to come round and stay the night, forgetting the rest of his family are visiting the next day and he introduces them for the first time? thank you!! <3

Girlfriend (t.h)

snkjskjhsjskh this was so cute i had to write immediately <3 thank u for the request, hope you enjoy!

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It wasn't always supposed to be a secret, honestly. At first you and Tom just agreed to keep things quiet from friends and family to avoid so many opinions while you got to know each other.

Tom of course couldn't keep himself totally quiet and found himself spilling to the boys one quiet night in, too happy in his new relationship he felt he'd burst if he didn't tell someone.

You followed his lead, telling your best friends but making them swear to keep it quiet. And then, keeping it a secret became almost fun. There was something so exhilarating about sneaking around, staying at each other's places and spending nights feeling like there was no one else in the world.

Naturally Tom introduced you to his close friends so you could spend the night at their place, and you found yourself really growing close to them, div behavior and all.

So here you were, basking in the early morning sun in Tom's bed as he snored quietly next to you. Downstairs you could hear a faint clatter of the boys going about their morning, preparing breakfast and making their teas.

Snuggling closer to Tom, you press yourself into his back and snake an arm around his waist, pushing one of your knees between his gently. He hums quietly, his hand slowly moving to hold yours over his chest. You press tiny kisses into the back of his neck, pushing yourself up on one elbow to reach over to his cheek. He chuckles, turning over to face you and opens his eyes slowly.

"Morning," you whisper cheekily.

He brings his hand up to your face, tracing the edge of your features gently.

"Morning, m'love" he rasps.

You poke his side as his eyes flutter closed again.

"Tommy," you whisper. "Don't go back to sleep."

"M'not" he mutters, as he promptly goes back to sleep.

You drag your finger up over his bicep, trailing up his neck and tracing the wonky line of his nose broken too many times. He scrunches up his face, tongue poking out to lick your finger as it passes over his lips.

"Ew, Tom!" you shriek. "That's so gross!"

"Wha- you'll make out with me for hours and you'll put my- but that's gross?" he says disbelievingly. "You're mental, love."

You roll your eyes and he reaches out in apology, opening his eyes and pulling you into his chest.

"What are your plans for the day?" he asks, changing the topic smoothly.

You shrug, snuggling into his warmth.

"Not much. Thought I might go shopping later if the weather doesn't get too hot."

He nods.

"I assume I won't convince you into joining me and the lads for a round of golf?" he says teasingly as you shake your head playfully.

"I would rather chop off my own-" your playful jab at golf is cut off by the slam of the front door and a chorus of voices and stomping of feet in the foyer. Both you and Tom frown, trying to figure out who it is.

It's when Harry says loudly up the stairs "Mum! Dad! Paddy! and who's that getting out the car...oh Sam! Forgot you were coming this morning!" that you and Tom snap into action.

"Oh, bollocks!" Tom hisses. "I clean forgot my family was coming over this morning!" he jumps out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and hunting around for a T-shirt.

"Your- what?" you shriek. "Your family? I haven't met your family!"

"Is Tom awake yet? Is he here?" the faint voice of Nikki echoes down the hallway.

"Erm, I think you're about to meet them darling," Tom says worriedly.

"Here, put some pants on." he chucks a pair of pyjama shorts at you, followed quickly by an abandoned T-shirt of his.

You slip into the clothes hurriedly.

"Are you sure you can't just chuck me out the window or something?" you ask. "It's not too far a drop and I bounce back easily."

"Hmm," says Tom. "Hard pass. You'll be fine, really. They'll love you."

You sigh, rootling through your overnight bag to find a hairbrush.

"Are you sure it's not- it's not too soon?" you ask. Tom pauses, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He pats the spot next to him, gesturing for you to sit.

"It's very rushed, but I think it's a good time for you to meet them," he says seriously. "I've been thinking about introducing you anyway. My family is important to me and so are you. I think we're ready to take this next step?" he trails off, searching for a reaction from you.

Your heart swells at his words and you nod. "I think so too."

He holds out his hand for you to take.

"Ready?"

You nod.

"Ready."

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"Morning, darling." says Nikki as Tom enters the kitchen. She stands up to hug him, but stops short when she sees you hovering behind him, your hand still firmly grasped in his.

"Oh!" she says. "Hello."

"Hi." you say quietly, suddenly intimidated by Tom's whole family peering at you from their places around the kitchen.

"Mum, Dad, idiots," Tom starts. "I want you to meet Y/N."

"Hi, Y/N." says Paddy monotonously, not looking up from his phone.

"My girlfriend." Tom adds proudly.

You blush, enjoying the way he said that. You hadn't formally discussed a label for your relationship yet and it sounded really nice coming from his lips.

"Your girlfriend?" repeats Dom.

"Oh, hello darling!" gushes Nikki, sweeping you into a hug. "I'm Nikki, it's so nice to meet you!"

"Hi, Nikki," you say as you hug her back. "I'm so sorry, I usually don't wear my pajamas to meet new people, promise."

Nikki laughs, taking you by the arm and leading you over to the couch. You both sit down and she hands you a cup of tea.

"Right," she leans in like she means business. "Which embarrassing story from Tom's childhood do you want to hear first?"

All three of Tom's brothers follow you into the lounge, situating themselves on the furniture and the floor, always eager for an opportunity to roast their eldest brother.

Tom rolls his eyes, leaning over the back of the couch and putting his mouth right next to your ear.

"I think this is going well, girlfriend."

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tysm for reading! reblogs, comments and feedback is appreciated <3

[melodyrosesposts]

Tom Holland headcannon

tom being your boyfriend would include

A/n- since Tom was the second most voted in my recent poll I decided I’d write a few head cannons for him :)

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- late night FaceTimes when he’s away filming

-“darling” :3

- him sending you flowers when you can’t come with him to set

-being so proud of him when he got the role as Spider-Man

- being friends with haz and Harry and pretty much everyone he knows

- meeting RDJ and almost dying

-“ohmygoditsrobertdowneyjr”

-meeting zendaya and fangirling

- him planning cute little dates with you for when he’s home

-when he is home he would give you all of his time

-beating him at mini golf everytime

- forehead kisses

- toothpaste kisses

- taking Tessa for walks in the park

- him winking at you at every given moment when you come with him on set

- dancing in the rain

-watching his umbrella performance with him and loving to watch him silently cringe

- watching his movies together

- playing with his brown curls

- him begging you to do the Spider-Man kiss

- you reluctantly agreeing

- you’re all over his instagram

-he’s all over yours

- Tessa being your best friend whilst he’s away

- Tessa low-key liking you more when he gets back

- overall tom would be the perfect lil British boyfriend <3

[tomholland1996simp]

could you make a blurb of Tom holland x reader when they have a daughter and she hears someone call him ‘Tom’ so she copies

Never done a blurb before so hope you all enjoy this!

‘Tom’ || Tom Holland

Toms friends were over today, he invited them to come and chill by the pool on the hot day. Music played in the background as you all sat around and in the pool, talking and having laughs. Yours and Toms daughter, Darcy, was swimming with the help of her uncles, Harry and Sam.

She had her arm bands on, helping her to stay afloat. The young Holland was only 2 years old, she could just about talk. You decided to dip your feet into the pool, the cool water hitting your legs. You watch your beautiful daughter splash and laugh as the boys messed around in the pool.

Harrison then ran and jumped into the pool, making a big splash of water go all over you and Darcy. “Harrison!” You squeal as all the water flew into your drink. He came up from being under the water and just smirked laughing at the splashes of water on your body.

“uwcle Hawrrison, you splash” Darcy wines rubbing her eyes as the water had splashed all over her. “Sorry little one” He chuckled at the cute girl pulling her close to him, so she’s resting on his hip. He moved her hair from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Yo Tom! Jump in!” Harrison called his best friend, who sat down next to you placing a small kiss on your lips.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “In a little while” Tom took a sip from his beer using his free hand.

“Come on Tom, you haven’t even gotten in for ages” Harrison said splashing him to try get him to come inside the pool. Darcy copying his actions and splashing you both, giggling when Tom kicked the water up at the pair.

Darcy was then next to speak, “Tom come play” She made grabby hands wanting her father to come in the pool with her. Everyone was silent for a minute realising that she had called him ‘Tom’ and not ‘daddy’ like she usually did or ‘dada’.

Harrison chuckled a little as he saw Toms face. “What did you call me?” He chuckled a little as the girl wiggled out of Harrison’s hold to swim to her mum and dad.

“Tom” She smiled.

“No, no. Baby, it’s daddy. Not Tom” He said as everyone started to laugh even you.

“Come, pwease Tom” she held onto his legs trying to pull him in. Then she turned to you, “Mummy I want him in” she said. Everyone knew Darcy was a daddy’s little girl.

“So you can call her mummy not y/n and you call me Tom?” Tom placed his beer down with a pout.

“Go on Tom, play with her” You smirk teasing him a little. “Yeah Tom” Harry smirked as well.

Tom slowly pulled himself into the pool, bring his daughter close to him. “Yay! Can we plwy now” She asked him, Tom still not liking her saying his name.

“First you have to say my name, my name you usually call me” He held onto her close.

“Tom” She smiled making him pout even more and a whine left his mouth.

“Noo. Darcy, love. It’s daddy, not Tom. Just daddy or dada, anything else but Tom” He pleaded waiting for her to say his usual name. That’s when Harrison whispered something into her ear, making her giggle.

“Thomas?” She questioned with a giggle.

Everyone started to laugh at the little girl and her father. Tom however pouted. “Harrison!” He whined.

The little girl tried to swim to her uncle Haz, Tom held onto her tickling her sides making the girl giggle. He loved her laugh. “Stop. T-thomas” She screamed as he continued.

“Stop calling me that and i’ll stop. Call me ‘daddy’ or ‘dad’ anything” He kept ticking her sides and stoped a little waiting for her to say a name.

“Daddy, stop” She smiled and he smiled back liking this name better, his actual name. He let go of the girl as she tried to swim over to Harrison. He held onto her arm pulling her closer.

“Tom” She began to giggle again, Tom swimming over to them. Harrison held onto the girl swimming away from Tom, laughs fell out of all there mouths.

[redundant2]

OK. I'm seeing the chess moves now.

In regards to the Invisible Children getting titles and having them posted on the Royal Family website, King Charles has accomplished two things:

He's letting the Harkles have their (small) moment and letting Nutmeg parade about with her Duper's Delight grin because he won't stop grey rocking them long enough to battle out interpretations of the 1917 Letters Patent. Retroactive or not, doesn't matter. Megsy would put out PR claiming the titles one way or another. This means she's getting close to her last-resort chess move - merching the invisible kids.

But why on earth would Charles roll over and immediately change the kids' title on the official website? It looks so WEAK

But wait.

2. Lady C said today there is more going on the scenes and something big (hinting at moonbumps and the actual day the above pictures were taken.) Whether she knows anything or not remains to be seen, but the big question is DID THE ROYAL FAMILY KNOW? Did they have their suspicions? Did they find out that things weren't kosher at Arkie's birth, yet not say a word to the public?

It could be a terrible turn of events for the royal family if it comes out in the public sphere that the Harkles used surrogates and that their children were NOT "born of the body" of Megsy. Without plausible deniability, it could cost King Charles dearly.

Now do you see it? By acquiesing to the Harkles wish to have their unseen kids called Prince and Princess and BY POSTING IT ON THE OFFICIAL WEBSITE, King Charles now does indeed have plausible deniability of prior knowledge or suspicion of Harkle shenanigans in the Line of Succession.

"My word! We truly believed these children were legitimate and came out of Meg's body in under an hour and that the magic epidural from Haz's book truly allowed her to be home 2 hours after the birth! We trusted them and even posted it on our website. Good heavens! The whole royal family was fooled just like the public was!"

Allegedly.

Let her think she's won this round by giving her what she thinks she really wants. Let her gloat and papwalk and think she's come out on top. Let her drop her guard, while behind the scenes moves are being made to reveal the truth about the circumstances of her alleged children's births.

Remember how Tom Bower called Invisibet "Harry's daughter" in his book? Yeah, that.

If true? Well played, Your Majesty.

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

pool party and frat!richkid tom with ”They’re hitting on you.” 

You got it babe! Sorry it took me so long, I just needed a little week off but I am back not and more and more fics are incoming. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought, love you xxx

First Mate

67 - “They’re hitting on you.”

Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Summary: Tom throws a party with special plans for you and him, unfortunately someone else also has their eye on you

Regular Masterlist

Summer of Love Prompts

Summer of Love Masterlist

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One of the first things you’d learned about Tom was that he really excelled with coming up with stupid party themes. It would have been a totally useless talent if he didn’t live in a frat, where stupid parties happened every other night. His latest idea was a nautical themed party which he called his ‘Get Nauti’ party, you found it all incredibly cheesy. Nevertheless you agreed to be the first mate of the party, even though you weren’t really sure what that meant. It was just that when Tom looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes you found it nearly impossible to say no.

“(y/n)!” Tom ran out front as soon as he saw your car arrive, he was wearing only a pair of short, teal swim trunks, and a captain’s hat. He looked good, really good, it was always a good day when you got to see Tom parade around shirtless, “There’s my first mate.”

You smiled back at him, “Hi Tom.”

“This is for you,” he placed another matching captain’s hat on your head and looked you up and down. You’d picked up a new bikini for the occasion, white with small blue flowers covering it. You’d felt great when you put it on at the store but his gaze made you nervous and squirmy, “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you adjusted the hat, making sure it was secure on your head, “So what are my duties as first mate?”

“There’s just one actually, you’ve got to help me win the flip cup tournament,” he smiled hopefully at you.

You groaned, “I’ve got to drive home tonight Tom, I can’t get wasted.”

‘You can stay with me,” he grabbed both of your hands, “Please? Haz and I need you, you’re the best flip cup player I know.”

You hummed, pretending to really weigh your options, “Fine, but only because you appealed to my ego.”

He grinned ear to ear, “Thank you darling, I owe you.”

“Yeah you do,” you agreed, “I’m gonna have to steal some clothes for bed though, I didn’t bring anything else.”

“Not even a sweater?” he clicked his tongue and tossed his arm over your shoulders as he walked you inside, “How irresponsible of you.”

“School years over Tom, I don’t have to be responsible again until the fall.”

“Really? Planning on having a totally wild summer love?”

“Yeah, totally,” you laughed, “And guess who has to babysit?”

“Well unfortunately I’m also planning on having a really wild summer so I guess Haz will have to babysit us both,” he waved to Harrison and some other boys as you stepped into the living room, “You got the tournament all set up Haz?”

Harrison nodded, “Yeah, everything’s good to go.”

“Wonderful,” Tom beamed, “Hope you’re both ready to win.”

“It’s about having fun Tom,” Harrison teased, “Let’s not get too competitive.”

“Only losers complain about things being too competitive,” Tom bit back, “You’re with me right darling?”

You nodded, “Always.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled proudly.

The frat began to fill up quickly, everytime you glanced towards the door more and more people were piling inside. Soon the place was packed and the entire block was lined with cars. Music was pounding and every table, counter, and window sill was lined with beer cans and plastic cups. Tom kept you close to him like always, and Harrison ended up introducing you to some friends he’d invited from work. They were nice enough, but of course Tom was the only one holding your attention.

“Shit,” Tom glanced down at his phone, “Tournaments supposed to start in just a few, I’ve got to slip away for just a moment but I’ll be back alright?”

You nodded, “Yeah, no problem.”

You watched as he grabbed Harrison and they slipped away into the crowd, leaving you alone with Harrison’s friends. You stood awkwardly for a moment, your eyes darting down to the cup of water in your hand. That was when one of the boys, you were pretty sure his name was Hunter, decided to start talking to you.

“So are you and Tom, like, together?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, no,” you flushed, “We’re just friends.”

“Cool,” he nodded, “So you’re single then?” he raised a brow hopefully.

You were tempted to tell him no, because you weren’t interested in getting hit on by him in the least, but you ended up nodding, “Yeah.”

“Cool, me too,” he grinned at you, “I like your hat by the way.”

“Thanks, Tom got it for me,” you pursed your lips, “Hunter right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, and you’re (y/n).”

Hunter was cute enough, a muscular boy with short blond hair and a cocky smile, but he wasn’t nearly as cute as Tom, and you could already tell he wasn’t as charming either.

“That’s me,” you took a long drink of your water, “I should probably go meet up with the boys actually, we’re all on a team together.”

“Too bad, I totally would have had you on my team,” his eyes wandered up and down your body, “Hopefully we’ll end up playing each other.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” you agreed before spinning on your heels.

You scanned the party in search of Tom, Harrison, or any of your other friends. You spotted Harrison just outside of the back door and began pacing towards him. Outside people were gathering around a large folding table where the flip cup tournament would take place, and Tom was attempting to get the first two teams ready to play.

“I can’t believe he set up a whole tournament for this,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you joined Harrison by the backdoor.

“I think he just did it because he wants to have bragging rights all summer,” Harrison chuckled and glanced down at you, “Couldn’t stay away huh?”

“Actually one of your friend’s started hitting on me,” you explained.

“I see,” he smirked, “Which one?”

“Hunter.”

“Ah, yeah you’re definitely his type,” he glanced back towards Tom, “But I guess he’s not really yours is he?”

You shook your head, “Definitely not.”

Harrison bit his cheek and smiled knowingly to himself, “He’s got us up next, you ready?”

“Come on Haz, you know I’m never the one dragging us down.”

“Tom hasn’t drank anything today, he should be good to go,” Harrison chuckled, waving to Tom as he blew a whistle for the two teams to start.

Harrison’s work friends came to join you both outside as the boys at the table began pounding back their beers. Hunter moved next to you, standing a way too close for someone who just met you.

“They’re not half bad,” he commented as the second players picked up their cups, “Not as good as though.”

“I wouldn’t plan on getting too far tonight,” Harrison smirked, “We’ve got a pretty unbeatable team lined up, right (y/n)?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, too busy watching Tom to really pay attention to what they were talking about, “Totally.”

Tom was having fun playing referee, but his eyes kept darting back to you and Harrison. He watched as Harrison’s friends gathered around you two and Hunter leaned in towards you. He was way too close for Tom’s liking, so Tom ran back to your little group and cut between you two, setting a hand on your back as he spoke.

“Hope you two are ready, we’re about to be up,” he smiled at you and Harrison.

You grinned, “I think you should be asking yourself that Tommy.”

“Don’t worry about me darling, I’ll be just fine,” he assured you, “Hunter you should take notes, maybe you’ll actually be able to win a round.”

“A round? I’m planning on taking the whole thing,” he smiled cockily.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll give it your best try,” Tom ran the back of his fingers up your spine before his hand left you. One of the teams playing flipped their final cup and began yelling excitedly, Tom was quick to usher you away, “Come on, come on, let’s go.”

“Calm down Tom,” you laughed, “It’s been like five seconds since they won.”

“Yes well I’m very eager,” he pinched your side playfully as you approached the table, “Now get your game face on darling, they need to know how serious we are about this.”

Tom, Harrison, and you all lined up on one side of the table with you in the middle of the two boys.. Things were tense, you were up against one of Tom’s frat brothers and a set of twins from a local sorority. Each of you set your cup on the edge of the table and filled it with your drink of choice. The entire time you were setting up Tom was watching Hunter watch you, Hunter’s eyes hadn’t left you for even a second, and it was starting to get under Tom’s skin.

“Tom,” you nudged his side when you noticed him staring off at the crowd, “You good?”

Everyone was ready to go, just waiting for Tom to blow the whistle and start the game. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Yeah, sorry,” he blew the whistle around his neck and yelled, “Go!”

Harrison was up first, he downed his drink and managed to flip his cup in two tries, giving you a decent advantage. You matched his speed, downing your drink and flipping your cup on your second try. Tom was faster than chugging than both of you, but he always fell apart when it came to actually flipping the cup. You bit your lip nervously as he began, watching him flip the cup three times before he came close, finally he got it on his fifth try, just a second before the girl across from him landed hers.

“Yay!” you cheered, holding your hand up to high five both of the boys, “I’ve never seen you get it that fast Tom.”

“I’ve been practicing,” he winked and snatched both of your cups off the table and glanced over your shoulder. Hunter was still watching you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk back over there so he could hit on you, “You want to help me referee the next round?”

You shook your head, “That’s alright, you have your fun Tom, I’m happy to wait on the sidelines.”

“Ah, come on love, I’ll let you blow the whistle,” he tried to tempt you, dangling the whistle in front of your face.

“Ew, it’s got your mouth germs all over it,” you laughed and pushed it away.

“Oh what? So now you don’t like my mouth germs?” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m gonna go wait with Haz alright?”

“Alright,” he pursed his lips, watching you return to the crowd with Harrison.

Hunter was on you in a second, congratulating you on your win and cracking shitty jokes. Tom was happy to see that none of his poor attempts to make you laugh seemed to be working, but he still didn’t like watching you two together. He had plans for how the night was going to go. You would win the tournament together and then Tom would kiss you, prompting a long and loving relationship between the two of you that would eventually develop into a marriage with three, maybe four kids, and a few dogs. Hunter didn’t have a place in Tom’s big life plans, and he certainly wasn’t about to make room for him either.

“You want another drink sweetheart?” Hunter peaked down at your empty cup, again standing too close to you.

You fought your urge to roll your eyes at the pet name and shook your head, “I’m good, I don’t want to get too drunk before the tournament ends.”

“Ah, strategizing,” he nodded, “Good plan, unfortunately I don’t have that kind of self control,” he raised his glass towards you.

“Is that something for you to brag about?” you chuckled.

“I think that was more of a confession than a brag,” he bit his cheek, “I don’t think anyone brags about a lack of self control.”

Tom watched as you started to laugh with Hunter, a real, genuine, heartfelt laugh. That was the last straw for him. He clenched his hands at his side and cleared his throat before he went stomping towards you.

“Hey, Hunter, you and your friends are up next alright?” Tom slapped a hand on his back much harder than he needed to, “You should probably start getting ready.”

“Uh, yeah, totally,” he agreed, “We’ll get up there.”

“Good call,” he waved to him as he walked away and stepped in to fill the spot at your side, “Harrison do you mind reffing this round?” he pulled the whistle from his neck and passed it over to Harrison.

“Sure,” Harrison took the whistle from him with a smirk.

You frowned, “Really? You seemed like you were having fun.”

“I was, but I’d rather hang out with you,” he shrugged, watching as Harrison started blowing the whistle and giving orders, “Having fun with the boys huh?”

You shrugged, “Sure, they’re fine.”

“They’re hitting on you,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing pink as he waited for you to say something, you just seemed confused so he continued, “Well not all of them, but Hunter is.”

“I know, I’m not totally oblivious Tom,” you stated plainly, giving no indication as to whether you enjoyed the boys flirting or not.

“Well are you into it or..?” he pressed.

You locked eyes with him, he was smiling but he seemed annoyed. It almost seemed like jealousy, but it was hard to tell because you’d never seen Tom jealous before. If he was jealous though, it’d mean he felt the same way as you did. The thought made you feel giddy and hopeful, so you decided to play a little coy to see if you could confirm your suspicions.

“Do you two have beef or something?” you cocked your head innocently.

“What? No, of course not,” he rolled his eyes, making it extremely obvious that there was something more there, “Just, you know, might be a little awkward when he finds out you’re going to be sleeping in my bed tonight.”

You laughed, “Well I wasn’t planning on going home with him or anything, but if I was, I probably wouldn’t tell him that.”

“Well if you were planning on seeing him at all he probably wouldn’t like how close we are just in general,” Tom hummed.

You two both fell silent, but the look in his eyes made you feel like he was interrogating you. Your gut told you it was jealousy, but part of you thought that was just wishful thinking on your part, that you were just seeing what you wanted to see.

“Are you?” Tom questioned after you didn’t respond, lifting his brows while he waited for your response.

“Am I what?” you frowned.

“Planning on sleeping with him?” he continued.

“No, I just told you I wasn’t.”

“Good,” he nodded and crossed his arms and turned back to the game.

You knit your brows and dragged your eyes away from him. Hunter’s team blew the other out of the water, having all three cups flipped before they even finished their second. The three boys jumped and cheered and began high fiving one another before returning to the sidelines. As soon as Hunter approached you Tom’s arm slipped around your waist and drew you closer to him.

“Told you we were pretty good right?” Hunter grinned as he approached you.

“That was pretty good,” you nodded in agreement.

Tom wore a tight lipped smile, his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him, “It was decent.”

Again it seemed like Tom was jealous, but you wanted to be sure that it was really jealousy and not just him being protective or something. So you decided to play it up, just a little bit, hoping he would do or say something that would confirm your suspicions.

“Hey Hunter, I think I’ll take you up on that drink now,” you smiled up at him and pulled Tom’s hand off of your waist.

Tom’s eyes widened just a tad while Hunter’s lit up excitedly, “Cool, let’s go grab a drink then.”

“Come on,” you nodded for him to follow you inside.

You tried to watch Tom watch you but it was hard to keep your eyes on him with Hunter hovering so close to you. You made sure to giggle extra hard at everything he said and set your hand on his arm while he walked you back outside. You spotted Tom right away, he was watching the door, obviously waiting for you to return. He tensed when he spotted your hand on his arm, his eyes narrowed to a glare as you two approached him. He reached out for you as soon as you were near him, setting his arm over your shoulders and drawing you in close.

“How’s your drink?” he hummed.

“Fine,” you swirled your cup and took a small sip, “Did you know Hunter’s on the water polo team?”

“Wow water polo? Really? How fascinating,” he stated plainly.

You were sure he was jealous now, he had to be, there was no other reason he’d be acting so rude to one of Harrison’s friends.

“Tom I need you to take over man,” Harrison came jogging to you, shoving the whistle back into Tom’s hands, “I need a bathroom break before we’re up again.”

Tom’s cheeks tinted pink and he nodded, “Come up with me darling, everyone likes having a pretty judge,” he pulled you away with him before you had a chance to answer, promptly ending your time with Hunter.

You were smiling as he dragged you back over to the table where the game was being plaid. On the table there was a small clipboard with a list of the different teams and rounds that were supposed to be played that night. Tom plucked it off the table as people began lining up for the next round. He started scribbling away on the board, blowing the whistle without even glancing upwards. You frowned and tried to peek at what he was doing.

“Why are you changing things now?” you questioned.

“Well I just thought you might like to play against Hunter’s team next round,” he smiled bitterly at you, “Since you two are just best pals now.”

You frowned, “Best pals? I just grabbed a drink with him.”

“And you said you weren’t planning on sleeping with him,” he scoffed.

“I’m not,” it was hard not for you to smile or laugh, “I’m planning on sleeping in your bed remember?”

He locked eyes with you for a moment, “Good, you can tell him when we play each other, we’re heading up next.”

“Next?” you raised a brow.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m really eager to go again,” he set the clipboard down and turned his attention to the people playing, “Come on Josh! I know you can drink faster than that!”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms before you started to cheer for some of the boys with him. It wasn’t like you were trying to piss him off or something, just figure out if he was jealous or not. A wave of guilt hit you and you began to worry that you might have seriously upset him.

“Tom,” you grabbed his arm, “When Harrison gets back I need to talk to you for a second, privately.”

He hummed and shook his head, “No can do love, we’re playing next round.”

“Tom come on, just leave the roster how it is,” you attempted to take the clipboard from his hands but he wouldn’t budge, “People are gonna get mad if you start changing it now.”

“Too bad, my party, my rules,” he smiled smugly at you

“Throwing the party doesn’t give you an excuse to be a dick,” you bit back.

“Oh yeah, I’m being such an asshole,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not the one who’s been flirting with some douche all night.”

“So?” you knew you should probably drop it there but you didn’t, you wanted to hear him say it out loud, “What’s wrong with a little harmless flirting?”

His eyes narrowed to a glare, “You already know what.”

“No I-”

“Great job guys!” Tom cut you off and clapped Josh on the back as his team one, “Amazing really. Okay next up it’s gonna be me, Haz, and (y/n), against Phil, Travis, and,” he cleared his throat, “Hunter.”

Harrison frowned at him from the sidelines, “Uh, I thought there were still a couple groups ahead of us.”

“Well you know, things change Haz, we’re up now,” he gave a tight lipped smile, “Come on boys, we don’t have all night.”

Everyone that was gathered to watch the game seemed confused, and your face flushed with embarrassment as you stepped up to the side of the table. You were in the middle of Tom and Harrison again, with Hunter standing right across from you. He winked at you as he topped off his cup.

“Hope you aren’t too crushed when we beat you sweetheart,” he purred.

“Shove off Hunter,” Tom scoffed, “Everybody ready?”

“No, everyone’s still filling their cups Tom, calm down,” Harrison looked him over and raised a brow in concern, “You alright mate?”

“Yes, I just want to win,” he huffed.

“Right…” Harrison glanced at you and then back to Tom, “You just seem a little tense.”

“I’m good,” he replied dryly.

“We’re all good over here,” Hunter spoke up again once his teammates had both topped off their cups, “So we’re ready whenever you guys are.”

“Great. Haz are you ready?”

Harrison nodded, “Sure.”

Tom blew the whistle without another word, and watched silently as Harrison chugged his glass. He drank faster than the boy across from him, but took three tries to flip his cup, so you were only a second ahead when you lifted the glass to your mouth. You chugged as fast as you could and managed to flip your cup on your first try. Tom was able to start far before their final teammate, and while he chugged fast, you could tell right away he was going to slip up when it came to actually flipping his cup. He always did when he got too competitive or drunk, he’d tense up and end up flipping the cup way too hard. Normally it was funny, but he seemed genuinely angry now, and you felt awful. You watched as he flipped his cup again and again, he wasn’t even close by the time the boy across from him finished chugging his glass, losing any advantage you had.

They ended up beating you, right away they started to cheer and tease. Harrison high fived them all but Tom didn’t. Normally he was a good sport, but tonight he had no interest. He just passed the whistle over to Josh and declared him the new referee before disappearing inside the house.

“Tommy…” you sighed as you watched him leave, debating whether you should go after him. Of course you wanted to, but you were worried he wouldn’t want you around if he was upset with you.

“You did great,” Hunter complimented, “Too bad Tom blew your lead, but good for me so…”

You rolled your eyes and shoved right past him to go find Tom. He was retreating up the stairs when you entered the house, undoubtedly heading for his bedroom. You followed after, pushing through the crowd as quickly as you could.

“Tom?” you rapped gently at his door, “Can I come in?”

For a second it was quiet, then he swung the door open, “Look I’m not feeling great (y/n), I’m just gonna call it a night okay?”

“Tom please don’t, you were super excited about this party, you shouldn’t miss it,” you tried tugging him out of his room, “Come on, I’ll go home if you don’t want to see me.”

He furrowed his brows, “I don’t want you to go home I-” he stopped himself mid sentence and cocked his head, “I’m not upset with you (y/n).”

You blushed again, “It’s okay if you are Tom.”

“I’m not, of course I’m not,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Tonight’s just not going how I thought it would.”

“Well, do you want to talk about it?” you tried stepping closer, but he didn’t open the door for you.

He stared at you for a minute, his mouth hanging open before he finally nodded, “Yeah, kind of. I’m sorry I snapped at you back there, you’re a grown woman, you can flirt with whoever you want, I just…” he trailed off and sighed, “I just get protective.”

“Just protective?” you pushed, “It kind of seemed like maybe that wasn’t all you were feeling…”

He let out another deep sigh, his eyes darting away from you as he spoke, “I mean what do you want me to say here (y/n)? I think I made it kind of obvious.”

You were both quiet for a moment. He had nothing to be jealous about, and you wanted to tell him that, but actually spitting out was harder than you thought it would be.

“Maybe we could just sit down for a minute?” you suggested softly.

He nodded and opened his door the rest of the way so you could follow him inside. Sitting on his night stand he had two water bottles and a couple of snacks.

“I wanted to be ready in case we both got hammered,” he explained as he sat on the edge of his bed, “So I brought some stuff up here earlier.”

“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as you sat beside him, “Tom I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry (y/n),” he groaned, “You’re my best friend, I just want you to be happy okay?”

“I know, but I shouldn’t have done that…” you bit your cheek, “I shouldn’t have flirted with him, I didn’t realize it would make you so upset. I was just trying to figure out if you were, you know, jealous.”

“I was very jealous,” he popped his knuckles nervously, “I had this whole plan for tonight. I wanted to have that stupid tournament so we could win and then I could kiss you and it’d be this whole big thing,” he chuckled, “It sounds sort of stupid when I say it out loud, I was just trying to be romantic.”

“That’s really cute Tom, I would have liked that a lot,” you fiddled with your hands nervously, “I hope you know that I’m not into him, like, at all. I was just trying to figure out if you were jealous or not so I would know if you felt the same way as I do.”

“(y/n) I am totally crazy about you,” he slipped a hand over yours.

“I’m crazy about you too,” you squeezed his hand and your eyes darted to his lips, you wanted to kiss him but you weren’t sure if you should, “So what now?”

His tongue darted out over his lips while he stared down at yours. Without another word he set his hand on your cheek and leaned in towards you. He pressed his lips to yours gingerly, they were soft and he was gentle. He tasted like cheap beer, something that would have disgusted you if he were anyone else, but you were so happy just to be kissing him you didn’t care.

Finally you separated, Tom hovered close though, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours, “I want you to be my girlfriend, you know, if that’s cool with you.”

“That depends,” you bit your lips, “Is there gonna be more kissing involved?”

He nodded and gave you another quick peck, “Loads.”

“Well in that case, I’m in,” you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him even closer, “You wanna go be the annoying couple that makes out in the middle of the party?”

He hummed, “As fun as that sounds, I think I’d rather spend the rest of the night up here, just you and me.”

“That sounds nice. We could throw on a movie, snuggle a little,” you agreed, “I still wanna steal some of your clothes though, it gets chilly up here.”

“Sounds perfect,” he pecked your lips again with a smile, “I’ll grab you a sweater, but keep the hat on, I think it’s sexy.”

You laughed as he rose from the bed, “Alright, whatever floats your boat captain.”

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[casper-tommy]

So I just realized I don’t have a pinned post

Hi! I’m Tommy or casper, he/him, my friends and family can call me Tom/toms and caspy is exclusive to my family and system. I use he/him pronouns

I spam reblog art a lot cause it makes me happy (like I seriously spam it)

Also!! Parent!!! @haz-bin-lovesome somewhere in that pile :D

Our system blog is @crow-collective15 , there’s a full list of blogs on there

Sometimes some other members of the system invade my blog, you can ignore them

Ok that’s all bye!!

The council of tommys

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[hollandsangel]

WAIT WAIT I DIDNT EVEN SEE U HAD TOM REQS OPEN, BUT I'VE BEEN THINKING ABT A FAME AU SORTA THING AND TOM IS PERFECT FOR IT:

just sort of tom and reader sneaking around the pap to see each other, secret moments in crowded rooms y'know all that lovey shtick.

(this ones so vague im sorry 😭 however was inspired by 'paris' by miss ts)

this one is SILLY but i love her thank you sm for the req love!!!

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at first it was actually quite stressful, dodging cameras and wandering eyes, rarely leaving the house just the two of you and never touching in public, but as time went on, it sort of became a bit of a game. although you might have been getting a little too bold.

 tom is definitely getting too bold, sending you glances across the room where he sits with harry and haz, something bubbly in his hand.

you sit at a different table with a few costars, trying not to get too distracted by tom’s smirk and dark brown eyes. it’s hard though, considering the perfectly tailored suit hes wearing, accompanied by shiny cufflinks and his glasses after you’d begged him to wear them tonight. you feel a strange sense of triumph knowing you’re the one to have convinced him to wear his glasses, likes its just one more secret to add to the list. his hair is a proper mess, proper in the sense it’s styled to look effortless, but it’s tom, so of course it’s effortless.

you take a sip from your glass of water and lean in a bit closer to hear the story maude is telling a bit better, something about her latest play. there’s cameras everywhere, people posting instagram stories and journalists coming in from the red carpet, big cinematic set ups for the live stream about to take place.

you swear you sense him before he even utters your name, maybe you smell his cologne or hear his voice subconsciously amongst a hundred others, but suddenly he’s at your table, greeting others before you.

he says your name, feigning surprise as if you didn’t wake up in his bed this morning.

“i didn’t know you’d be here tonight,” he says, hand on the back of your chair. hes smirking, glasses slipping down the bridge of nose. you think you see harry gag behind him.

you smile innocently up at him, licking your lips, “tom! it’s so nice to see you!” you push your chair back and stand to give him a hug, biting back a laugh when harry mutters a curse under his breath and walks away from the two of you with full commitment. tom does the same.

a camera pans around the room from a few tables away and you begin pull away but tom stops you, whispering “coat check” before you separate.

you hear him, but keep up the facade, “it’s so nice to see you,” you fake niceties.

“you as well, i’m sure i’ll see you around, just gonna do the rounds,” he moptions a circle with his finger, nodding at the rest of the table before wandering off.

“i guess you haven’t seen each other since the movie came out,” someone across from you says, “lovely man,” they tell you.

you simply agree before excusing yourself to the bathroom.

it’s so juvenile, you think, the giddy feeling you get in your stomach from sneaking around and giggling with tom in dark corners like the one you’re in now, tucked away in the coat room, sneaking kisses and little touches when no one is watching.

“tom–” you don’t know what cuts you off first, your stifled laugh or his mouth on yours, “i have to get back to my table.”

he grips your waist so you cant wiggle away, grinning at you.

“we’re gonna get caught,” you’re kissing him back, so it’s hard for him to believe you really have to go, even for a second.

“not if you stop talking,” he teases.

[stylesharrys]

Living for the Tom imagines, they’re amazing! Request idea if you were writing anything else - The reader meets Tom’s friends for the first time in a pub to watch football? xx

A/N: first piece of writing in so so long, my inbox is always open for little blurb ideas, so send them in if you ever have any! I’ll always get round to doing them eventually!

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You can’t help but chew at the inside of your cheek in nervous anticipation for what’s to come. You’re not usually nervous with meeting new people, but meeting Tom’s friends for the first time has your palms clammy.

“Just be yourself, it’ll be fine. You know Haz anyway.”

Tom’s right, you know it’ll be fine and you’ll get along with them. But you’re more nervous about meeting his friends than you was with meeting his brothers.

“I know, still anxious though.”

In all honesty, you’re quite thankful the football will be on — at least then all the attention won’t be on you and it won’t be an awkward first-meet encounter.

Tom pats your thigh as to stop it from bouncing. “Chill, it’s fine. Do you want me to grab you another drink before they get here?” His offer sends relief through your body.

“Please,” you gasp with wide eyes.

You’re already a double gin and lemonade down, but one more might be all you need to take the edge off.

He plants a kiss to the top of your head as he gets up and leaves you in the corner or the table.

Keeping your eyes glued to the back of his head, you try to count the curls you can see to calm yourself as he saunters toward the bar.

Too focused on his brown locks, you don’t notice the group of five boys walk through the entrance of the pub. It’s only when a hand waves in front of your face that you jolt back in your seat with a flinch, and look to your right.

Haz stands at the end of the table, cheerful smile on his face as you grin back. “In a world of your own there,” he laughs.

You smile sheepishly, standing to give him a hug and say hello. Harrison notices Tom’s lack of presence and takes it upon himself to introduce you to their friends.

Stephen, James, Alex and Dean.

“The first and only important question I have to ask you,” Alex starts, pulling out a seat right opposite you, “What football team do you support?”

Silence falls over the group and suddenly five pairs of eyes are on you. And of course, Tom returns with your double gin in hand when you’re under the spotlight.

It could be a deal breaker, your answer. The boys stare at you like it’s a life or death situation, and if your dad and brother hadn’t have brought you up with football being an essential subject, you’d be nervous.

You grin, amused that they’ve even got a doubt you would be anything but a Yid.

“Spurs, obviously.”

They break out into grins like orchestrated Cheshire cats, Dean throwing a fist in the air in excitement and you notice how Tom lets out a heavy breath.

“Come on, lads. Did you really think she’d support anyone else?”

You take a sip of your drink, the anxiety now flushed through your system. Tom shuffles closer to you so Harrison can sit beside him and you shimmy into his side.

With a kiss to your temple, he grips your thigh and takes a sip of his Amstel with a wink.

“Told you darling, nothing to worry about.”

[lnfours]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader one where we find out if Tom is one of an ass or boob kind of guy? Or maybe even a thigh kind of guy?

oooh shit here we go

send me ur thoughts

the boys were in the living room, watching the game as the girls hung out in the kitchen. everyone was over to watch the game at yours and tom’s place, which seemed to be the hangout spot.

neither of you minded, however. you loved hosting and tom loved having his friends over. it was a win win.

“okay, but the real question is,” haz started, “ass or boobs?”

as a series of responses came out of everyone’s mouth, tom stayed silent. smirking as he took a sip of his beer.

“wait, tom, what’s your answer?”

he shrugged, “neither.”

everyone groaned as tuwaine spoke up, “if you answer ‘personality’ right now, i swear.”

everyone laughed and tom shook his head, “nah, i mean, that’s important to everyone but, still not my answer.”

“well then, what is your answer?”

he smirked, “hear me out, lads,” he said, “thighs.”

everyone’s eyebrows rose and a couple of them nodded, “alright.”

“yeah, okay. i can get behind that.”

“what does y/n have good legs?” harry asked and tom chuckled.

“yeah, she does.”

“y’know, thick thighs save lives, right?” tuwaine said and everyone laughed. you had come into the room a few seconds after, sitting down next to tom as the boys chatted. he smiled over at you.

“get tired of the girls?” he asked and you rolled your eyes playfully at him, taking the beer out of his hands. he laughed a little louder, grabbing the beer back from you as you made a face, shaking your head while swallowing.

“now, we all know you don’t like beer? so what was the point of that?” he asked, chuckling.

his free hand fell to your thigh. thumb drawing circles against the smooth skin that was exposed due to your shorts.

“just making sure,” you said, still making a slight face, “tastes like-.”

“like piss,” he finished the sentence you always say whenever you have a sip of his beer, you laughed softly, “yep, there it is.”

[jadeittic]

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yourinstagram love love love u so so much zaynnnnn<3333 wanna see u and the two soon ❤️

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niallhoran Guess whattttt! It’s YN’s birthday!!! You’re now 28. I hope your back doesn’t start to hurt soon, we wouldn’t want to hear you complain about that now, do we? It’s your day today, love! I want you to enjoy it the best you can. I’m forever grateful for everything you’ve ever done to the boys and I. You are the nicest person anyone would talk to, even if you’re mad.

Thank you thank you thank youuuuu YN for entering my life. I wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t here since day 1. No one will ever replace you. Love youuuu and happy birthday ❤️

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yourinstagram OH MY GOD NIALL THIS IS SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE U

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louist91 It’s someone’s day today! You’re almost reaching your thirties, YN. I’m so glad I got close with you and became your best friend back then with no problems. I will always be looking forward to your salty cookies, your overcooked and dried cakes you somehow always manage to ruin every single time.

Just a quick message: Please don’t change, YN. Don’t let anyone change you, not even the media. Just so you know, we’re always here for you. The boys and I are here to help you. You don’t know how much you mean to me. Happy happy birthday, YN! Hope to see you soon. ❤️

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yourinstagram totally not crying rn. totally not crying over you message lou. totally not. love u sm it hurts

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liampayne It’s this lady’s birthday today! I can’t believe you’re 28 already. I remember you saying you wouldn’t want to age older than 23.

YN, your capability keep me out of problems has been one of the greatest attributes I appreciate a lot about you. I still remember back in the days when we were still in the band and how you kept the staff very busy with your naughty antics. I wouldn’t want to ask for anything more. Have a wonderful birthday, YN. Happiest 28th.

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yourinstagram paynooooooo ❤️❤️❤️ this is probably the sweetest message you’ve written to me in our whole years of knowing each other. miss you smmm!

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harrystyles Happy birthday to the coolest person I know. You’ve been there since day 1 and i’m very thankful of that. Good friends are always hard to find. Thank god I found you. You mean very much to me more than you’ll ever know. I remember when you invited me and the boys to your first ever solo concert. God, you were nervous. You didn’t know how to sing in front of all those people without us beside you.

And look at you now, hitting awards here and there. Hell, you’re now performing with me in a few days! I’m so proud of the person you’ve become, YN. I hope you never change. Love youuu and happy 28th birthday, YN ❤️

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yourinstagram i dont even have the words to reply to all the messages all of you sent me today. i love you all so much i cant explain it ❤️

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ynupdates yn ln via ig story!

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Ooooo! What are you writing? 👀

"Ah!" Raising a hand in greeting, Louis steps around the low tables, ignoring the stares from the front desk. "There are my boys."

"You're late." Harry hisses, accepting the kiss to his cheek as Louis greets him, leaning down next to give the same treatment to their son.

"Business to attend to." Louis sing songs, reaching into the car seat to gently take the baby's hand, waving it a little to the chorus of a delighted squeal. "Hello little lad. How are you? Has Mummy been cross all morning?"

"Really? It's a pediatric appointment, not a drug deal." Harry feels his cheeks go warm as Jonas - standing nearby - eyes the group with a raised eyebrow. Harry lowers his voice to an aggravated whisper. "You couldn't leave the detail in the car?"

"They're just here for precautions, love. Important people draw important attention." Louis soothes, slips his own arm through the hand of the car seat, lifting the weight off Harry. "No need to worry. They're not going back with us."

"Nice to see you, Haz." Paul ducks his head in greeting, nudging Stan with a sharp elbow.

"Always a pleasure, Mr. Tom-Styles." Stan corrects, red even to the tips of his ears as Harry gives an insulted huff, turning sharply away.

"I'm so sorry. Shall we go?" Harry addresses his question to Jonas, hoisting the diaper bag further up into his arms.

"Certainly." The nurse goes back to that placating smile, though there is no doubt that this will be the gossip around the office. Especially when Louis and Harry move towards the door to the actual patient rooms, the other two men - suited and buff, each sit down, gaze sharply casing out the room. There is no mistaking what their role must be.

@momrryficfest enemies/exs to lovers, crime boss louis.

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

Harry was sitting on the couch smiling at his phone. For the past few days he had been texting with this cute girl he ran into at the club. During this time, he got to know her quite well and began to discover that he might have some feelings for her.

But Harry didn't have as much confidence as Tom, as much charm as Sam, he wasn’t as good looking as Harrison (in his opinion) or had as much charisma as Paddy. He just wasn't them and he just wasn’t the best when it came to girls. He needed some advice, but he knew asking his brothers or Harrison would definitely not be that much of a help. The guys may have been good with the opposite sex, but they weren't shitty advisers on this field. 

On the other hand, Tom, Sam and Haz did notice a change in Harry's behavior and figured that something serious was bothering their friend, but they wouldn't be themselves if they hadn't teased him before trying to help. Harry was too focused on replying to your message to notice that Tom was standing behind him reading all the messages on the screen.

‘So who is Y/N with a heart emoji, bro?’ The younger Holland jumped as usual in fear. Habit. 

‘None of your business.’ He smirked sarcastically and locked the screen of his phone.

‘Hey Harry, come on, I told you about my current girlfriend.’ 

‘Yeah, you did. Two years ago, when I caught you with her on foreplay in our kitchen. I don't think I've heard of Zendaya as your official girlfriend before, and you've been shooting with her a lot longer.’ 

‘You should ask her out sometimes, you know? Maybe this is your chance, man.’ He knew Tom was right, but he would never admit it for his life.

‘Yeah yeah. I'm going to my room.’ Harry was halfway up the stairs when he heard Tom scream.

‘Just ask her on a date already!’ The words automatically made both Harrison, Sam and Daya run out of their rooms.

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’ 

Harry felt his cheeks turning red, and the urge to stick Tom's mouth shut or to kill him was growing with every second. Tom, on the other hand, couldn't care less about his lil bro’s death stares and pleading glances. Maybe he felt a little sorry for him, but at the same time, he knew it would be better for Harry if he shared it with his loved ones. As an older brother and a friend, he knew that this particular twin was not the smoothest with the girls and their help would certainly be needed.   

‘Nobody, not now at least, but Harry's been hanging out with some girl named Y/N and he should definitely take her on a date.’ 

‘Leave me alone, I'm going to my room.’

When Harry disappeared behind the door to his room, it was Tom who spoke first.

‘We have to help him somehow. He will never go out with her without us.’ 

‘Ooh, man. Do we play matchmakers? I'm in it.’ The enthusiasm that gushed out of Harrison and Tom was worrisome to Zendaya, and she genuinely felt sorry for Harry, but she doubted her intervention in this endeavor would help anyone.

‘Sam, you’re in, right?’ Daya really hoped Sam would be smarter than her boyfriend and his best mate, but, oh boy, she was so wrong. The younger Holland joined this plan as eagerly as the previous two.

‘Z, are you with us?’

‘No, definitely not. Guys, you should let Harry make his own decision and you definitely shouldn't be playing matchmakers. Especially when you suck at it.’ 

‘Oi! But you know him. He won't do anything until someone pushes him to do it.’ 

‘It's still his life, Tom. Anyway, I'm going to the store, do you guys want something?’ The boys shook their heads. ‘See you later then.’ 

‘Hey, Z’ The girl turned. Tom walked over to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Now you can go.’ 

After Zendaya left, the boys began to create a brilliant plan to get Harry to ask you on a date. They forced him to listen to their advice, on the condition that they would leave him alone afterwards. 

Harry had two options here: listen to these idiots and maybe take advantage of it, or ignore them and deal with their complaints for the next few days. The second option definitely suited him better (excluding brothers and a friend sticking their noses into his love life), but the first option was a win-win for everyone. After all, he did not have to take their advice, and listening to them would not hurt him.

‘Okay, Harry. We have three ideas, three great ideas for your date with Y/N. And before you get out of the way, everything is already set up with your cute girlfriend.’

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

‘We hacked your account, man, and you’re meeting with her this Friday. This is where my wonderful plan comes in.’ Tom began. ‘Well, you’ll take her to the cinema for the horror movie, and then …’ 

As it turned out later, Tom's plan sucked so bad. Not only was the movie boring, but not scary at all, not least in Harry’s and yours opinion, but Tom, Sam and Haz, who went to the same screening to follow their brother's progress, screamed like little girls on every jumpscare that appeared on the screen. At the end, you and Harry spent some time in the café talking about the shitty movie and your hobbies, but to the boys' displeasure, there was no open flirting or kissing between you, you just acted like friends. 

***

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

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

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

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’ 

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

‘You hired this idiot.’ 

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

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’ 

‘Spider-man!’ 

‘Batman!!’

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

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

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

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

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

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