#harrison osterfield imagine fluff

[heytherejulia]

Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you

word count: 1,4k

It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes. 

When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet. 

Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power. 

Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little. 

When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you. 

About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder. 

‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’

There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’  

Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise. 

‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’  

Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.

‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’

‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’ 

Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist. 

After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram. 

‘Haz?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’ 

Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after. 

‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’ 

‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’

You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.

‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears. 

‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears. 

‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’ 

‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’ 

[jahayla-parker]

writing prompt: “You’re supposed to be dead!” “Yeah, sorry about that.” for character of choice

“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference

Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Tom Holland, and Harrison Osterfield; some fluff, some hurt-comfort, and some enemies to lovers Warnings: mentions of death/character deaths, violence and violent video games,SOC/SAB standard trigger warnings, etc. Notes: I changed the last line of the prompt slightly, same theme but just not as an actual line but instead the premise only.

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Found here (too long for a blurb type request format)

Jesper Fahey x Reader

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Jesper shouted as he watched his girlfriend casually enter the room.

Y/n shrugged coyly, “plans change”.

Nina giggled in the background as she watched their argument.

Jesper signed, “y/n, this is serious”

“Damn Jesper, didn’t realize you wanted me dead so badly” y/n joked, making Nina snort.

Jesper shook his head furiously, “you know that’s not what’s happening”.

Y/n sighed as he realized he wasn’t going to buy into the playful banter.

“Doll, this was to keep you safe!” Jesper scolded, eyes scanning the otherwise empty Crow Club as if he expected the man hunting her to be following her so closely.

“I know, but plans change” y/n repeated, shrugging off the torn coat that was covered in fake blood.

“Why?!” Jesper panicked, his eyes moving back to her.

Y/n glanced over at Kaz who just stood stoically and stared back at her.

Jesper glanced back and forth between them.

“Wha- you knew?!” he yelled at Kaz out of frustration.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at the outburst but merely adjusted his grip on the head of his cane and nodded once.

Jesper threw his arms in the air exasperatedly, “You helped stage her death! So.., Why would you undo that?! Why-? How-? What?! I don’t-…”.

Kaz signaled for y/n to explain and she sighed reluctantly.

“Jesper, something came up that was more important” she began softly, knowing how he’d argue that nothing was more important than this plan.

“More important than staying safe until you got to Novyi Zem and we could start new lives?!” Jesper argued, a defeated but frustrated look on his face.

“Yes” y/n admitted firmly, stepping closer to him.

“What’s so important that you’d give all that up and break your promise to me?!” Jesper huffed.

She felt guilty for breaking their promise, but she knew she had to.

As she stared guiltily at her boots, she sighed, “your life, Jesper”.

Jesper froze, his hands dropping to his side, “what?”

Y/n took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to him, noticing his eyes had softened.

“Your life was in danger, Jesper. I’m not going to apologize for prioritizing you over myself” she began, holding up a hand as he went to interject, “not when you’d have done the same thing if the roles were reversed”.

Jesper nodded and sighed as he grabbed her hand.

“Doll, how was my life in danger? You were the one Mastian and his crew were after” Jesper pointed out.

“That was true. But, as Kaz finished the last details of my death, he noticed Krishgon nearing the Crow’s Club” y/n explained.

“Krishgon?” Jesper asked, trying to place the name.

“The con man you stole the chest from last week? His goons recognized you from one of the gambling parlors here in the Barrel. Kaz found out he’d taken out a hit on you but hadn’t told any of us” y/n said, her voice taught.

“It was being handled” Kaz cut in, “there hadn’t been any viable threat”.

“Yet” y/n argued, shooting Kaz a glare before facing Jesper again.

“However, it seemed he was going to take the chance of you being distracted by my ‘death’ to exact his consequence” y/n sighed, squeezing her boyfriends hand.

“Well that’s just cruel, way to kick a man when he’s down” Jesper criticized the man’s timing.

Matthias rolled his eyes, “she didn’t actually die Jesper”.

As Jesper went to respond, y/n tugged on his hand to redirect him back to the current issue.

“Krishgon might not be Rollins or Kaz, but that’s almost worse because he doesn’t care about revenge” y/N’s voice shook softly, “he just wants his threats eliminated. So I’m not going to apologize for coming back for you”.

Jesper brushed a few stray tears from her eyes, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t know”.

“I know, but that’s why, Jes. If I stayed dead, I’d be safe but you wouldn’t” y/n surmised.

“And then, she’d also be at risk again, this time by association” Kaz added.

Jesper nodded at Kaz in silent acknowledgment of his understanding as to why Kaz breached the deal they’d made.

“We’ll figure this out, okay love? We can fake another-“ Jesper began, looking to Kaz in hopes he’d have a plan in the works.

“No. I’m not running anymore Jesper. I said I would because it was what you wanted and what you thought was needed. But now it’s not just me. I’m staying “ she stated firmly, looking over at Kaz and nodding once before facing her boyfriend again.

“We’re staying and we’re going to take both gangs down. We’ll take a play from their playbook and eliminate both threats completely if need be” y/n planned aloud.

Jesper raised his eyebrows in shock at her firm yet casual stance on killing two gang bosses.

But as he saw she wasn’t letting up, he smirked and he rested hands on revolvers.

“This is our home and we’re going to keep it” she told him.

He nodded and lifted one of his guns up to his lips, “Yes we are, together”.

Tom Holland x Reader

Tom glared at his brother, “you have to be kidding me”.

Harry smirked and shook his head, “not in the slightest mate. Y/n is due on set any minute now”.

“But she’s supposed to be dead!” Tom groaned loudly.

Harry laughed and shrugged, “well, they brought her back. So you’ll just have to get over your feelings for her and do your job”.

Tom rolled his eyes, “quiet down. Last thing I need is people thinking you mean I have romantic feelings for her”.

“Even though you do” Harry stated simply as he set down Tom’s coffee.

“I do not” Tom scoffed, gritting his teeth.

Harry rolled his eyes, “if you say so mate, but look, you should head over to the set soon”.

Tom glanced at his watch and sighed.

He took a quick sip of his coffee before rushing back to the set with his script in hand.

“Seriously?” Tom groaned as he ran into y/n’s back.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, eyes widening as she turned around and saw Tom.

“Of course you’d be in the way” he remarked trying to side step her.

She moved to block him, “you ran into me Holland. Not the other way around”.

Tom rolled his eyes, “yeah, well-“.

Y/n watched as he scrambled for a comeback, a smirk growing on her face, “well?”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Tom shouted, getting the attention of a few other cast members.

Y/n scoffed and shrugged, “I didn’t ask them to bring me back, but I guess the fans love me”.

“I suppose someone has to” Tom huffed.

Y/n’s confident posture slackened some; betraying the fact his attack actually landed this time.

But instead of feeling proud, Tom felt guilty; he knew he’d taken it too far.

“Let’s just get this over with” she groaned, turning away from him and towards the scene.

“Are we seriously going with this angle?” y/n asked, her script slapping the desk dramatically.

“I have to agree, this seems unrealistic” Tom agreed, his eyes rereading the kissing scene.

The director laughed and shook his head, “that’s the direction we’ve been told to go. Besides, everyone loves an enemies to lovers story”.

Y/n groaned, “y/c/n would never fall for t/c/n”.

Tom rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “and vice versa”.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Tom’s weak dig but focused back on the director, “I just don’t think the chemistry will work right for this dynamic”.

The director suppressed a smirk and shrugged, “it’s up to you and Tom to make sure that it does. Something tells me you’ll fall into place with this change easier than you think”.

Harry had to force himself not to laugh as he smirked across the room at his clueless older brother.

Both Tom and y/n groaned as they glared at each other across the table.

“You need to let me see it” Tom said, in character.

“No, I don’t want you touching me” y/n responded, sure to have her character glare up at Tom’s character.

As Tom rolled his eyes he sighed loudly, “how am I to stitch your cut back together if I can’t touch you?”.

“Why do you want to touch me?” Y/N’s character chided, looking away.

“I never said I did” Tom rebutted, grabbing some medical supplies from various places in the fake medical wing.

Y/n hummed loudly, “You never said you didn’t.”

“Do you want to bleed out or can I stitch your damn arm?” Tom’s character snapped.

“Fine” y/n groaned, holding her arm closer to him as he brought over the tray of medical supplies.

“Thank you your highness” he mocked.

“Stop calling me that” y/n said as her character bristled.

“It is your title, is it not?” Tom argued, wiping the fake wound on her arm.

“Not any more, and you know that” she said, a blatant reference to the scene in which her character had given up her title in order to join the resistance against their country’s abusive king.

Tom character sighed softly as he began to ‘stitch’ her ‘wound’, “you’re right, I’m sorry”.

Y/N’s character stayed silent but stoic, acting as if nothing impacted her.

It reminded Tom of the way y/n was around him off set.

“We’re on the same team now you know” y/n said as he continued to stitch her.

“Then maybe you should start acting like it, show a little trust maybe?” He argued, wrapping gauze around her arm.

“Me? You barely have said a word to me since I’ve been back and when you do it’s always harsh” she snapped, some tears in her eyes as she looked over at him.

Tom felt himself fall into the moment, and he truly couldn’t tell if she was faking it or not.

But as his eyes dropped to her lips before moving back to her eyes he hoped it seemed to have been done in character still and not his own actions.

A loud noise echoed through the otherwise quiet scene as one of the extras walking by behind them tripped and knocked over the plant in the corner.

The director yelled cut as y/n tried to not laugh about the interruption due to how close Tom’s face was to hers.

She didn’t want her breath to hit his face.

However, Tom was still stuck in the moment.

He reached out and took hold of her jaw.

“Umm..Tom?” Y/n asked, looking at him.

She saw the look in his eyes and signaled towards the group huddling by the plant to ensure it and the characters were back in their exact and proper places “The scene is over”.

He nodded slowly, blinking silently for a few seconds before seemingly finding himself and stepping back.

“Damn, really wanted to kiss me huh Holland?” Y/n mocked, standing up and undoing the wrap on her arm so they could redo it for the next take.

“Shut up y/l/n” Tom groaned, running his hand down his face.

“Make me” she tuck her tongue out at him childishly.

Tom snapped his eyes back at her and mumbled something under his breath before looking away.

Rolling her eyes, she set down the gauze and began taking off the fake stitches.

However, even with her back to him, y/n felt Tom’s eyes on her the whole time.

“Let me” Tom said, watching as she struggled to remove the last of the fake stitches without ripping it.

“No” y/n remarked turning away from him, “I’ve got it”.

He groaned loudly as he moved closer, “you’re going to rip it”.

“No I’m not, now fuck off” she huffed, fingers slipping on the fx makeup.

Tom laughed and shook his head, “would you just let me help you?”

“I don’t need your help Tom” she stated stubbornly.

“I’m well aware of that y/n, but I’d like to get a move on with this” he retorted, guessing to the set.

“Why are you in such a big hurry? Wanting to know what it’s like to kiss me that badly?” Y/n joked with a roll of her eyes.

Tom glared briefly but then eyes softened as he went back to trying to help her, “I have my reasons”.

“Which are?” She pressed, holding her arm away from him.

“Doesn’t matter” he murmured.

Y/n sighed, “if you tell me, I’ll let you help me with this”.

Tom smirked softly and sighed, “fine. Maybe I do want to kiss you”

Y/n laughed loudly and rolled her eyes, “hilarious Tom, whatever just forget it”.

As she moved away from him again, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

“I wasn’t joking” he confessed.

Despite her hesitation she saw the way he looked at her lips and was starting to feel inclined to believe him.

“Tom it’s not funny. I know you hate me but don’t do what you’re trying to do. That would be a new low, even for you” she warned.

He sighed, “y/n, I don’t hate you”.

Raising an eyebrow at him she huffed, “yes you do. You have from day one”.

Tom bit his cheek and closed his eyes, “I hate how you make me feel”.

“Same thing” y/n groaned.

“No. I hate that you drive me crazy. I feel like I’m an incompetent babbling fool whenever we’re in the same room. I hate the way you make me always want to redo every scene until it is enough to impress you. I hate the way your red lipstick makes your lips stand out even more. I hate the way you make me nervous no matter how prepared I am for the day. I hate the way-“ Tom rambled on.

Y/n brushed aside any worries about this being a ploy.

While they bickered and argued, Tom had never been cruel to her.

Which is why his harsher than normal comment earlier impacted her.

She noticed she had begun to zone out on what he was saying as her eyes focused onto the way his lips were moving.

Y/n firmly grasped his shirt and pulled him to her until their lips met.

Tom’s hand immediately found her hair and his fingers looped through it as he smiled into the kiss.

When they parted for air, they both had a slightly shy grin making them laugh.

“I don’t hate you” he summarized with a blush.

“I can see that now Tom” y/n smirked.

“But, there is one thing that I hate..” she stated.

Rising an eyebrow at her he nervously joked, “was I that bad of a kisser?”

She laughed and shook her head, “no. I hate that you drive me crazy and you’re not even mine”.

Tom smirked before smiling widely, “well, what do you say we fix the last part of that?”

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

“Haaazzz I suck” y/n groaned as she tugged on his hoodie.

“Come on love, practice makes perfect “ he grinned kissing her cheek once the hood fell onto her shoulders.

She huffed playfully and plopped onto his sofa, “you just want to show off”.

“How’s that?” He asked, sitting next to her and pulling her closer.

“By winning each match” she pouted.

“We can be on the same team then love, how’s that sound?” He offered, handing her a controller.

She smiled and nodded in agreement.

After a few rounds, she glanced over at her boyfriend with a smug expression.

“What?” He laughed, tickling her sides.

She kicked and squirmed as she laughed loudly.

“I think I’ve learned enough now” she answered when he stopped tickling her.

He lifted an eyebrow at her in confusion as he waited for an explanation.

“Like you said, practice makes perfect “ she shrugged.

“You want to compete now?” He laughed softly, nodding towards the tv screen.

She smirked and nodded, “loser makes dinner”.

Harrison laughed, “I must’ve forgotten how much you like to cook”.

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny Haz” she scoffed, “set it up”.

“Cheater!” Y/n screamed as she made her character run away from Haz’s.

Harrison smirked and tickled her side again, making her laugh loudly as she scooted down the couch.

“Stop cheating Haz!” She giggled, her smile making his grow.

He sighed softly to himself as he watched the way she intently moved her character to another part of the screen.

“Stop watching my screen” she whined, playfully smacking his arm.

Harrison chuckled and kissed her cheek, “I don’t want to make dinner”.

“You should be able to beat me still Osterfield” she pointed out teasingly.

“But perhaps I’ve bested you, maybe Tom will be more of a competition for me” she shrugged.

Harrison rolled his eyes softly as she smirked once she saw the competitive glow return to his eyes as he grabbed his controller.

“No!” She shouted, a frown on her lips as she stared at the screen, “I died! How did I die?”

Harrison suppressed a laugh at her adorable pout.

He set his controller beside him as he moved to pull her body towards him.

“Wait!” She gasped, making him freeze.

But in the time it took him to process what she was actually reacting to, she’d shot and killed his character.

Not once, but three times.

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Harrison shined.

She shrugged you set it up Haz

He groaned as he recalled having allowed for three chances before final death/loss of the match.

“You get to make dinner” she cheered, bouncing in her spot.

Harrison ran an embarrassed hand down his face but smiled, “that was already the plan my love”

“You’re just saying that cause you lost” she beamed proudly.

Haz laughed and leaned over to give her a soft kiss, “I still say you cheated”.

“You set it up!” She argued as he made his way for the kitchen to cook them dinner.

“And you said you died!” He teased, pulling out the ingredients he’d set aside for dinner to night.

“I thought I did, turns out I’m immortal!” She exclaimed with a laugh.

“After dinner we’ll see about that darling” Haz commented with a smile on his face.

Kaz Brekker Navigation/Masterlist

Six of Crows Navigation/Masterlist

Grishaverse Navigation/Masterlist

Jesper Fahey Masterlist/Navigation (all Jesper Works)

Freddy Carter Navigation/Masterlist

Book Boyfriends Masterlist/Navigation

Tom Holland Masterlist/Navigation

Main Navigation/Masterlist (All My Works)

Tags combined @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes @b3kk3r-by-br3kk3r @brekkershadowsinger @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswifey @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r

[tomholland1996simp]

could you make a tom holland x sister reader when her brothers walk in on there sister having sex (age 16-17?)

Caught in the act || Holland sister

Summary: The reader and her boyfriend are having sex and get caught by her brothers.

I don’t like this, I haven’t even read it over….

Y/N had invited her boyfriend over to chill at her house. She knew that her brothers would be home, however they were just going to stay in her room anyways. The holland brothers didn’t know about their relationship, they believed that they were both best friends, like they have been for three years now. Y/n had been dating Jordan for over six months now, they nearly had been caught many times by her family. His family knew they were both together, y/n wasn’t sure why she didn’t tell hers.

Now he had finally arrived, y/n greeting him by the door. “J!” y/n wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, his arms going around her waist.

“Hey b-y/n/n” He spoke, seeing Tom in the kitchen, pulling away and remembering to act like y/n and him were best friends. Y/N closes the door behind him whilst he took his shoes off and hanged his jacket up on the pegs.

Tom looked in his direction seeing his sister and her very close best friend. Tom didn’t mind him, he just knew there must’ve been something going on. Y/N and Jordon were way to close to be best friends, he’s even seen paparazzi pictures of them both out and about. None of it proving they was dating but he knew his sister really liked him.

“Hey Tom” Jordan smiled walking through the kitchen with y/n. He knew the brothers a little bit, due to him coming around a lot. Nikki always counted him as part of the family.

“Hey, Jordan. How you been?” Tom asked, them both starting up a little conversation, it eventually ending when y/n motioned for Jordan to come up the stairs to her room. “I’ll catch you up later mate” Tom spoke realising the time, him and the brothers planned to go to the pub whilst their parents were away.

“Y/n i’m going pub with the others, i’ll be back late at night. Love you!” Tom shouted as she stood on the stairs waiting. “Okay, love you too” Y/n smiled as he walked over to the door. She quickly grabbed Jordan’s arm, hearing the front door close, bringing him to her room and shut the door.

“In such a rush to get me into your room” Jordan smirked jokingly, earning a smack in the arm from y/n. “Missed you, Angel” He pulled y/n close to him placing a sweet kiss on her lips. She hummed in satisfaction when she felt his lips on hers.

“Miss you too” She said once there lips pulled apart. “wanna watch a movie?”

__________________

Tom had to drive everyone back home that night, him not drinking anything so the rest could have fun. He did have a few drinks but not enough for it not to be safe to drive. He dropped Tuwaine off, driving him, Harrison and his brothers back home. It was 2 in the morning once he had arrived home, parking the car in the driveway. He shushed his brothers, knowing you would be fast asleep by now, probably from boredom.

“Carful!” He snapped at Harrison and Harry who were clumsily taking their shoes off, nearly making him fall over in the process of taking his own off. They both just laughed, too pissed out of there mind needing sleep. “Y/n is asleep you need to be quiet” He told them, Sam joining in the laugh a little.

The boys slowly swayed up the stairs, it being pitch black around the house. All Tom had to do was get Harrison to the guest room and his other brothers to theirs. Harrison on the other hand, had other ideas. Tom heard the noises first, but thought nothing off them.

That was until he heard, “Fuck, Jordan” come from a door. Y/N’s door. That’s where he had heard the noise, he now could clearly hear the small moans and the bed creaking.

Harrison cheekily smirked, hearing the noise from the act in y/n’s room. He quickly barged into the room with the other drunk boys, y/n and Jordan stopping there actions and lifting the covers up more. Y/N was embarrassed but shocked. Now stood there drunk boys, Tom storming into the room as well. But he was sober.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him, “Ooo y/n and Jordan got caught in the act” Harrison teases pissing you both off, making Tom more fuming.

“Wait, wait, your dating?” Harry laughed a little.

This was very awkward for y/n, her boyfriend was literally on top of her, still inside her whilst her brothers and her brothers best friend kept talking. Of course the covers hid both your bodies, it still being really weird.

Sam was next to speak, “Are you still inside of my sister?” He asked a bit mad, clearly he had sobered up a bit. Jordan didn’t know what to say, he just slowly pulled out, luckily the brothers didn’t notice. Jordan rolled off y/n, them both still holding the covers to their chests.

“Can you get out!” Y/N finally shouted, sitting up a little. “Y/N! Your fucking sixteen and your having sex! How long has this been going on for?” Tom yelled at the both of them.

“I’m nearly seventeen-“ Y/n tried to defend yourself, it not leading anywhere. “How fucking long y/n y/m/n Holland!” Now y/n knew Tom was mad, she was in deep shit. He never ever called her by her full name, only when he was proper pissed.

“6months” Y/n tried watch his facial expression to determine how mad he possibly would be.

“YOU’VE BEEN HAVING SEX FOR SIX MONTHS!” Sam shouted.

“No!” You immediately shout.

“Yesss you go girl” Harrison slurred, making y/n and Jordan hold back a laugh. Sam slapped the back of his head, Tom pushing the boys out of her room. “Tom your sister was getting banged for six months” Harrison giggled like a little girl, only wanting to piss Tom off, he didn’t hear your reply after though.

“Get changed, i’ll be back in a minute” Tom stormed out of the room slamming the door. Y/N felt guilty, a bit annoyed at herself, she didn’t really understand why he was so angry though. It’s her life. She’s nearly seventeen and even if she is young he must’ve done it at her age, no?

Y/N and Jordan got changed, Y/N throwing her pjs on and Jordan wearing grey joggers with a white shirt. They waited patiently for Tom to shout at them. The knock making y/n’s heart stop, “Are you decent?” His voice was a lot softer now, he didn’t shout or seem that mad.

“Yeah”

Tom walked in, deciding to stand up than sit on y/n’s bed. He couldn’t get the disgusting thought out of his head, his sister having sex. His baby sister, his only sister. The truth is he was mad a little, however it was mostly because he didn’t like y/n growing up. He remembers the days when he used to catch her sneaking chocolate into her mouth or finding her embarrassingly dancing in her room. Now he catches her having sex with a guy he thought was a very close friend.

“I-I’m sorry Tommy. I promise it hasn’t been going on for six months, w-we’ve——uhh—We’ve been dating for six months” Y/N admits, now the truth was finally out. She felt much better getting it off her chest.

Tom then looked over at Jordan, he really hopes he can trust him. Y/N deserves the world, he wanted her to find an amazing boy. Obviously he didn’t want her to date till 20, he always said that. “We’ve only had sex a couple of times” He said, y/n quickly slapping his chest then hiding her face in embarrassment. Great, she just wanted her brother to know about her sex life.

“Thanks?” Tom asked more like a question, shaking the thought out his brain. “I’m not mad y/n, it’s just I hate seeing you grow up. Yeah it’s not nice walking in on my sister having sex to a guy I thought was her best friend, but you was gonna do it eventually, I mean right? It’s just your young, you got to be carful.” He crouched down to her level, looking at the girl in the face. She has changed a lot, she getting older. He just needs fo accept that.

“You are using protection right?” He asked.

“Mmm not all the time, you see our hands gets to sweaty-“ Y/N tries to joke, looking at the serious look on her brothers face.

“Right, too soon for jokes” She rubs the back of her neck. “Yes. Yes we are. Now can we stop talking about this it’s weird” Y/N smiles at Tom who returns it back.

“I mean now that Jordan is confirmed as your boyfriend, he must want to see the baby album” Tom smirked.

“No, No!”

hate this. happy new year!

[your-nanas-house]

Hi love! What do you think of a fic/headcanon (whatever you prefer) where Tom Holland is secretly dating Tony Stark’s daughter? Thank you so much 💗

Hello! Sure thing. 🥰 I did an imagine in the end.

Back to reality

(Photos not mine, credit to the owner)

◇ Pairing: Tom Holland X fem Stark!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, hiding, swearing, reality, fanfiction

◇ Summary: in the request

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Y/n's hand quickly covered your mouth, her hands were soft and reached your jaw, gently grazing it with her fingertips.

Her y/e/c eyes were fixed on yours in an almost hypnotic way as she silently pleaded you not to make any noise; her mouth moved and her expression showed slight panic as she pushed you against the wardrobe door in her bedroom.

Your back hit the hard surface of the wood and the last thing you saw, before you were embraced by the darkness that swallowed you into the wardrobe, was your girlfriend's face as she quickly closed the doors before leaving her father, Tony fucking Stark, in the room.

The two voices could be heard perfectly even though you were behind a light wooden door holding your breath waiting....

Harrison's hand brought Tom back to reality, his hazel gaze that had previously been fixed on his phone as he read the fanfiction he had found shifted fearfully to his friend who was giggling in amusement pointing out that it was the tenth story he had read about Y/n Stark and that he needed to focus on reality since he had to visit his parents in less than an hour, thus advising him to forget for a while about the Marvel character so beloved by the actor and the various stories fans were writing that were often with convoluted but interesting plots such as a secret relationship or friends with benefits and more.

Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover , @slasher-smasher

[indeediagree]

YOU ARE POSSIBLY GREATEST PERSON (after me)

Hello, I am currently very bored and wouldn't mind to write something requested. Ask anything, fluff, smut, angst I write it.

Current fandoms I can write for are:

The Sandman (Netflix)

Moon Knight or MCU in general

Criminal Minds

Harry Potter (Marauders era)

Maze Runner

Good Omens

Shadow and Bone

Six of Crows

Hawaii Five - O

Wednesday (Netflix)

Young Royals (Netflix)

Dead Poets Scociety

Actors:

Marvel Actors

Tom Sturridge

Cillian Murphy

Henry Cavill

Edvin Ryding

But I can also write for anyone I haven't mentioned here, just ask. OC or Y/N story are also offered.

I want to start writing more and I would appreciate any support or ideas I get from you.

Lot's of Love,

~suckerforfantasy

[sadiehawk22]

I will probably start some stories or imagines soon so be ready.

People I will write about:

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris

Daniel Ricciardo

Tom Holland

Harry Holland

Sam Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Peter Parker

Topics

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Categories

Series

Imagines

Blurbs

Love ya'll!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

[orbitganymede]

wasted youth - P.P.

summary: Peter's group of friends are split up when they all go to college, after they finally plan a reunion will him and his ex, Y/N, rekindle what they used to have? Or will their friends, Gwen and Harry, stand in the way?

pairing: College!Peter x College!Y/N, slight Harry x Y/N, slight Peter x Gwen, Ned x Betty

a/n: who’s ready for a new series?? let me know if you’re interested or if this sounds like a totally boring fic idea! i’ll update the first part as soon as possible!

[thisbipuff-isaswiftie]

Swing | Tom Holland

You are Tom Holland's girlfriend and on set to see Tom and Zendaya film the Post-Credit scene for Spiderman : Far from home. You get jealous when you see, Zendaya clinging on to Tom while they swing. When Tom gets to know, he has a plan in mind.

Warnings : Fighting. A place that i made up. Slight hint of smut. Making out. Moaning. Mostly Fluff, don't worry. I think its short. Don't judge, use your imagination for a bit.

Containing : Fluff, angst.

Pairing : You and Tom Holland.

"...And Action!!"

You knew she didn't mean it. It was just her job, and she was getting paid for it. But the not-so familiar anger was boiling in you. You wanted to get it out as soon as possible, so that it doesn't get into your head. So you don't get mad, and probably risk it all. You were here for only one thing. To see your boyfriend act on a real set, and watch him act as the Spiderman, the role he was so proud of. You were so bloody proud of him, he had gotten into the Marvel Franchise, so many fans loving him out there. You honestly couldn't be more proud of your Tom.

Your Tom.

Oh god, stop it.

The scene they were shooting included MJ clinging on to Peter, so that he could hold her while they swing through the streets of Queens for their first official date. You shrugged it off, playing it cool when Tom told you, and teased you that you would be jealous. You really thought you would be fine. But right now, you were totally not fine.

Zendaya was a good friend of yours, and you know she wouldn't try anything with Tom. You knew she liked him as the annoying and cute little co-worker she had to work with. And Tom loved you. Oh how much he loved you. So, you didn't want to ever let him think that you doubting him.

But you weren't doubting him, you were possessive.

And between all the cuddles and kisses, it never crossed your mind that Tom will have to kiss other women in the films and projects he works in. But you were alright with it. It was fine. It was going to be fine.

"And cut!"

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard the director yell. Tom and Zendaya laughed after, and said their goodbyes as he headed towards you. He took pulled his Spiderman mask off, and smiled as he ran towards you. You smiled back, but you knew your heart had sunk, and you also knew that Tom would know it. But you tried your best, and genuinely smiled. "Hey love!"

"Hey spider-boy!" You said cheekily.

He smiled as he rolled his eyes. You put your hand on his neck as he pulled you close by your waist, and you both kissed deeply. You took in his honey, homey smell, and your hand went through his beautiful brown curls. "Hey! We agreed on no intense PDA!!" Jacob yelled. You both pulled back, breathless. Everybody was looking at you both, and Tom silently whined and buried his neck in your neck as he noticed Jake Gyllenhaal smirking at him. You chuckled at him. "Shut up, Jacob."

.....

You were sitting in the car next to Tom, in the passenger seat, as he drove back to your house. It was 6 o'clock and the streets were busy with people with jobs and work trying to head back home to their families.

"So, that scene was bloody cool, right?"

"Yeah."

"I mean did you see me swing around the pole? That was awesome. And 'daya was so great, you know? She was like, perfect. I mean, she didn't even slip off, the scene was perfect!!"

"yeah, it was good."

Your heart rate went up when you realized that Tom had noticed your poor mood at the time. He noticed your face. Your eyes were drooped down as you watched the purple sky turning into dark blue, there were wrinkles on your forehead, but not like the cute ones when you're concentrating on something, but like you're upset about something. Your cheeks were down, so were the corner of your lips. He exhaled shortly as he understood something was up.

Tom took a sudden turn. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see, darling."

He stopped and parked infront of the firefly garden, the place you both came to when you want to talk, or just sit in silent. It was the only place where there was a guarantee that you won't be chased by reporters or paparazzi, and you both will be able to take a breath.

Tom exhaled and turned towards you, and took your hands. "Something's bothering you." It wasn't a question, it was rather a statement. He didn't need to ask you, he knew you too well. For all the 7 and a half months that you've been dating, Tom has been the most wonderful boyfriend, and you knew the pain of guilt in your chest you were going to feel if you tell him the truth.

"Don't bother lying."

Just like he could read your mind. You chuckled, and moved towards him as you hid your head in his broad chest. "Its embarrassing and silly."

"Well, you'll just have to tolerate a little taunting from me if thats the situation." He said as he stroked your head. You nuzzled your head more into his chest as you sighed. "I know you're just doing your job, but its not like you have to hold her so tight..I mean does she have to cling so tightly to your neck!? I mean i'm not getting angry, and i know she isn't meaning it, but its not method acting! S-she can just slightly keep her hands on you!.."

"Love-"

"And why is it that they have to tell her to keep her head nuzzled in your neck!! I mean you can just keep your heads away from each other and still look like you're in love!..I mean you're freakin' actors its what you do.."

You exhaled out loudly as you held tightly onto his chest. You didn't have the courage to get up and look at him, but you could practically feel him smirking and hear his thoughts. You feel his chest rumble a bit when he tries to stifle his laugh. You felt embarrassed and punched his arm. "Hey!"

"Quit laughing, you git!"

"Oh c'mon! Its cute when you're jealous!" He grins as your cheeks turn red and you try to look away. "M' not jealous!"

"Yes, Love, yes you are."

You feel anger bursting in you, as more upsetting thoughts entered your head. Your boyfriend was laughing at you. You looked around insecurely, but Tom didn't notice. He was giggling. "I can't believe you're jealous! And over all that, you're jealous of 'daya!!"

You felt little under his big and loud laugh.

But you slightly smiled for him. "Yeah, sorry." You whispered. "Come on! I'm starving." He said, smiling. But he looked at you as you stared out at the window your eyes still sad. "Hey, are you okay?"

You looked at him and nodded.

.....

All the way ride home, Tom kept giggling and laughing as you looked outside the window. "God! Its so cold in here." He kept glancing at you. But you didn't bother to notice him. You were too busy looking out in the city, traffic everywhere, the sun setting in the west, as students came along their bikes. "You wanna slide next to me?" Tom asked. But you just hummed indicating to say no.

And if he looked closely, did he just see you move away from him?

Something was still wrong. He could tell, and also he knew that it wasn't about Zendaya or the scene, no, it was something else.

He pulled in the driveway of his apartment. Even though the movie was named 'Far From Home' it was actually just 20 minutes from his. "H-hey, we're home.." He told you, but you wouldn't budge. His eyebrows got scrunched up together as he slowly tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped and were startled at the touch. You were interrupted from your mind-numbing overthinking. It was the moment Tom realized that you weren't looking outside, you were rather busy in your thoughts.

You both got home, you went straight to get a shower, not a word to Tom. He was confused by your acting, and wanted to confront you, again. But he wanted to check on you. He wanted this night to go smoothly, and then he would ask you.

You came out of the bathroom to be met with the most delicious smell of popcorn. You took a deep breath and exhaled. You put on your oversized hoodie and some shorts and went out. Tom had put on Tangled, your favourite disney movie. You smiled as you saw him make the sofa comfortable for you, big and fluffy cushions along with the most cuddly blankets. There were skittles and chocolate ice-cream, with popcorn and cheetos. "Hey, Love.."

Tom came and kissed your forehead, he took your hands swiftly and lead you to the sofa. You giggled at him being lovey-dovey. "What?"

"Nothing." You said and smiled at him. "No please tell me," You looked at him confusion visible on your face. "Something happened? Didn't it? You're still down." He gestured vaguely. You looked at him with slight smile on your face, you leaned in and kissed his cheek lovingly. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I just didn't like the way you, um.."

You hesitated. Tom sighed and kissed your lips, he deepened at pulled you closer by the waist. Tom pulled back and rested his forehead on yours and sighed. "I'm sorry."

You took his neck in your hands and looked in his warm brown eyes. "Its alright. It just made me upset. Please don't do that again,"

"I won't I promise." He replied back to you and kissed your forehead again. Little did you know that Tom was cooking up a surprise for you.

.....

"Is it ready??" Tom was excited and hella nervous. He wasn't sure whether you'll like it or not. After that night, he understood that laughing at your girlfriend is not a nice thing to do, or as Zendaya said as she swatted him on the head, and I quote, his action was stupid as fuck, and she wished to hit him in the head with a tool that builds up buildings. When she saw Tom's confused face she sighed and swatted him again as she said 'bricks'.

"Would you calm down, dude? Its going to be perfect!" Jacob yelled.

Tom panted as he ran from one place to another. He wanted it to be more than perfect, like you. "Are you going to wear the suit?!"

"I can't find--"

Suddenly the red and blue cloth landed on his face as he halted. He took it off and he saw Zendaya infront of him, with her hands on her waist. "You mess this up, I'm coming for you." Tom put his hands up in surrender. "Um..guys, do any of ya'll own a bullet?" Everyone nodded 'no'. "Any chance an Olive Green Royal Enfield Bullet doesn't belong to Y/n?"

Now was a time to really panic.

"Guys!!! Y-You have to go!"

"Calm down! We're going! Jacob quick!"

Everyone was scurrying off, as Tom looked at them. Panic had flooded his mind, and he was quickly hiding the spiderman suit but failing miserably. But he's got his buddies. "God! Can't you do one thing right?!"

"Harrison!!!!"

"Sorry man! Zendaya's got in my head," He shakes his head, "Good luck man, okay? She loves you."

Tom nodded at him and looked towards the entrance. His heart was doing flips and he just wanted to see you and kiss you, honestly. He ran out to meet you as you were keeping your helmet on your bulllet's handle. You were wearing a classic flannel over one of your white T-backs. "Hey Love!!" You turned your head to look at the idiot you fell in love with.

You honestly didn't know what this was. It was wednesday night. A random evening out somewhere...familiar. It felt kind of familiar. The twists and turns you took to get here felt really familiar. And you think one of the turns you took were so instinctive, like you've been here before. "Hey! Where are we? You said this was a date night! What did you plan, Tom?"

"Woahh, calm down with the questions, Honey. Its a surprise remember?" You groaned. "But you know I don't like surprises!"

"But you like being a part of planning them" Tom teased you. "Because its fun to see the reaction of the person thats receiving the surprise!" You said giddily, as Tom grinned. He kissed your cheek and told you to keep your eyes closed. "You keepin' them closed?"

"Yes! Tom i'm getting impati--"

Tom gently took your hands from your eyes and kissed them as you opened your eyes. The lights lit as you looked at the place, and you gasped as you saw your boyfriend in his spiderman suit as he swung around you with one hand out pointing at the set up he did for you. It was the Spider man : Far From Home set. The sets were up, and you looked around. Everything was perfect. He did this for you.

"T-Tom this i-is, I-I..."

"All for you."

"B-But"

"Shut up and enjoy this." He said quickly and came down as he pulled his mask down. He came towards you and pulled you flushed towards him, and kissed you. He pulled you more closer by the waist, if that's even possible, as he kissed you more deeply and passionately. You slid your hands from his waist to his chest and then up his neck to his curls that you loved so much. You tugged at them harshly as Tom slid his tongue over your lower lip. He growled into your mouth as he held you by waist more possessively and pulled you up. You whimpered slightly as you felt his tongue sliding past your pink lips. "Tom...." You moaned. You both didn't want to pull back, but Tom wanted to go along the plan.

"Don't worry, we're going to continue that back home." He growled into your ear as you blushed and bit your lip.

He took you around the set, swinging as if he was really spiderman, and as if it was really a city. Then he took a sudden turn, and you halted as you ran where he went. "Tom, where did you-Wow."

"Hey, darling."

He came behind you and slid his arms around your waist. The view was beautiful, the moon was shining as you saw the stars sparkling above the buildings. "Isn't this the building where in homecoming you stopped and ate a sandwich?"

"Best sandwiches in New York." He said and you chuckled. "So how are we getting up there, is there a lift here or--"

Suddenly Tom lifted you up as you squealed and screamed. "You ready?" He whispered in your ear. "Ready for what--AHH!!"Tom swung you around, and you held on tight to him as you screamed his ear off and covered your eyes by hiding your face in his neck. "Cmon, Love, enjoy the ride! Open your eyes! Please for me."

You finally opened your eyes but still kept your forehead against his cheek. "Shhh, come on. Look at the view!" You reluctantly pulled back, and then looked upfront. Your breath hitched when you see it, you were feeling the wind in your hair--

"WOAHH----"

"AHH TOM-"

You both crashed down on the roof as you rolled over. You grunted and stood up again. "I thought you were a 'pro' at this, spidey-boy." "Shut up." He said and muttered profanities at Harrison for messing this up. "Ughhh. Anyways, surprise!!"

"What surprise--Wow. You really outdid yourself this time."

"Because I love you."

He came from behind and you kissed him, and then gave him a small, cute peck. You saw the table he'd set, not necessarily, obviously, you knew some way or another Zendaya helped him, but it was beautiful, you loved him for it. The candles were lit on the tablecloth, a red rose in the slim pencil jar. Cute Fairy lights were lit with some photos hung on clips. It was like a dream.

"This is so beautiful." You whispered to him as he led you to the table.

"All for you."

"So, mam what will you like for tonight? Or should I tell you the specials??" Suddenly a really familiar voice came from behind you. You turned your head really fast, and what you saw made you want to laugh your ass off. "Harrison! Sam! What are you doing?"

"No ma'am, we're your waiters for the night. So champagne or wine?"

You looked at Tom and chuckled as you started to shake your head. "Champagne?"

.....

"So ma'am what for desert?"

You turned to see Zendaya. She had her hair tied up in a bun, a suit on and a fake mustache. You laughed and stood up. "Oh look, I have the most handsome waiter ever." Tom raised his eyebrows. "Oh, are we flirting with the waiter now??" He asked cockily. "Well, the waiter is more handsome than you."

"You're looking beautiful, today mam." Zendaya said to you and you just linked your elbows into hers, and grinned. Zendaya bowed as she gave you a rose. You laughed as she winked at you. "Hey! You're stealing my date!" Tom said and you both laughed.

"So, what will you have for desert?"

"I think we will have desert some place else." Tom said suggestively as you blushed. "Shut up, Tom."

"Its okay, bye Y/n."

"Bye Zendaya, thanks for everything." You whispered to her.

"Come on, Love."

.....

"AHHHH--"

"OH MY GOD-"

"Tom, I love you and all. But when we get home, tomorrow morning I'm going to kill you and Harrison!"

"I love you so much. And I'm all yours."

You giggled and kissed him. "All mine."

.....

Happy New Year!!!!!!!!

[americaswritings]

By your side

Warnings: angst, feeling low, fluff in the end

Request: “Hiiii!!! Could I request a Tom fic with reader living with the boys and one day she’s just kinda off and a little more snappy? Like she just started feeling bad out of no where but Tom can tell and doesn’t even say anything just walking to her and hugging her, knowing she loves physical touch with him :) maybe them just cuddling a while and her still snappy at the other boys but while still being all cuddly to him.”

Words: 2k

Pairing: Tom Holland x roommate!reader

A/N: This was requested. I hope you enjoy :) Also I still can’t get over how good Tom looks in Uncharted. He’s just *che’s kiss*

Please talk to people you trust about your feelings. Botteling them up won’t help, it will only make it worse. Don’t be scared to be vulnerable. Allow yourself to feel what you have to feel and open up about it to someone. It will help, trust me. I believe in you! xx

Add yourself to my taglist!

Masterlist

You had woken up feeling off. 

Living with Tom, his brothers and Harrison had been one of the best decisions you have ever made. Your days were filled with laughter, smiles and jokes. They distracted you from the hard reality, the parts of your life that felt like a mess. 

For a while you could escape your habits of overthinking and doubting yourself, could forget your worries and dismiss your struggles.

But it seemed you couldn’t pretend with yourself forever, the reality of your life eventually catching up with you.

Yet you were taken by surprise as you woke up feeling on edge.

You didn’t know what caused your change in mood, making you irritable and annoyed by even the smallest of things. You felt bad for the boys, seeing the surprise and shock in their eyes as you snapped at them for leaving the dishes pile up or the window open for too long.

It wasn’t their fault you felt like this and deep inside you felt guilty for being so harsh, but you couldn’t stop. You weren’t able to push your feelings aside and put on a smile.

Sometimes feelings demanded to be felt. 

You were relieved when the boys announced they were going out to play golf. You had never seen the thrill of the sport, only tagging along them sometimes when you didn’t have anything else to do. You doubted that being alone would make you feel better, but at least they wouldn’t be at the receiving end of your attitude anymore.

Hearing a knock on your door, you lifted your head. When you took your eyes off the phone in your hands you saw Tom carefully entering the room. “Hey.” His voice was soft, a glint of concern visible in his eyes as he leaned against the doorframe. You could see the hesitation in his movements, afraid to upset you. “Everything okay?”

You melted under his worried gaze for a moment, his caring words sparking something deeply inside of you, but the irritation returned only a second later. Crossing your arms over your chest in your own defence, you eyed him with a little frown on you face. “I’m fine.”

Your voice wasn’t harsh but sharp enough for you to flinch at yourself on the inside. You knew Tom didn’t deserve your cold behaviour, but you didn’t seem able to stop yourself, as if a part of you longed for the hurt that came with it.

“Okaaay.” Tom dragged out the word, seemingly not convinced but knowing not to push further. “The boys and I are leaving now. We will be back in 2 hours or so.”

His gaze flickered to the ground for a moment, as if he couldn’t bear to look at your harsh expression any longer before he found your gaze again. “Look I-” “Tom? Mate, you’re coming?” 

Harry’s voice interrupted whatever Tom had wanted to say, causing him to tense as he turned to the hallway. “On my way”, he yelled back, shifting as he looked back at you.

“Call me if you need anything.” He held up his phone to emphasize his words, waiting for you to nod before leaving.

When the front door fell shut you let out a breath, your emotions threatening to overwhelm you now that you were alone and didn’t have to put up a front any longer.

The guilt for your mean behaviour had grown stronger. It was mixed with regret and hurt as you remembered the sight of Tom’s gaze darting to the floor so he didn’t have to look at you anymore and his hesitation towards you.

You wondered if the boys had planned to go golfing all along or if the idea had come up spontaneously, a way to escape your moody presence. You couldn’t blame them, but that didn’t mean it hurt less.

Your mind wandered, wondering if the boys were talking about you right now, complaining about your behaviour to each other. You gulped as you imagined it, shaking your head as if you could shake off the vivid images.

Tears had sprung to your eyes, causing you to get more upset at yourself. You weren’t the victim here. If they were ranting about you in this moment, there was no one else to blame than yourself.

Still, it hurt.

You were too drained to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes, didn’t care enough to hold them back any longer. Perhaps crying would release your bottled-up emotions and you would feel relief afterwards.

Your vision became blurry while more and more tears slid down your cheeks. Your body was shaking with sobs, and you curled into a ball on your bed. Pulling your knees closer to your chest you made yourself as small as possible, hugging yourself to provide yourself with comfort.

You didn’t know what had caused your sudden mood swing, the heaviness which suddenly weighted on your shoulders and darkened everything around you. 

Surely there was some underlying cause to it, something that had triggered you or an unconscious thought or feeling which had built up over time until it had reached a tipping point. 

The crying didn’t seem to help, only making you feel worse about yourself, but you weren’t able to stop. Pulling out your phone you scrolled through your contacts, your finger hovering over his name before you thought better of it.

He had told you to call, if you needed anything.

You didn’t know what you needed. Only that you needed him.

But it wasn’t fair to call him now, interrupt the game with his brothers so he could come to comfort you. You didn’t deserve it after the way you had acted, couldn’t bother him with your issues, especially since you couldn’t name a reason you were feeling this way.

The temptation was there; just a little movement of your finger and Tom would drop everything and come home to you. You wouldn’t even have to say something. The second he would hear your sobs he would be on his way.

You would have smiled at the thought, but the heaviness was too powerful to allow such simple joy.

Calling Tom would be selfish. He was always working so hard. Time off, spend at home and with his brothers doing something he enjoyed was precious for him and you wouldn’t get in the way of it. 

He deserved to be happy and not someone to pull him down.

The clock told you it would only be a matter of time until the boys would return from their match. You would pull yourself together, you told yourself. It was just a bad day, nothing to make a big deal out of.

Yet the feeling that there was more to it, that something was off, didn’t fade.

-

You could hear their chatter before the door opened, laughing at each other and debating their match. “That was pure luck”, Sam argued, rolling his eyes at his twin before he noticed you in the kitchen. “Oh hey, y/n!”

He offered you a little wave, his voice revealing a hint of caution since he wasn’t sure what mood you were currently in.

The others were right after him, beginning to take of their jackets and shoes. Your eyes fell on Tom, his face so relaxed as he laughed at something Harrison had said.

When he locked up, catching your eye, you quickly turned away, trying to resume cutting tomatoes. You had only been distracted one second, but it had been enough time for the pasta water to boil and begin to bubble over.

“Damnit!” You ran towards it, quickly taking the pot of the stove and turning the heat down. You let out a sigh as you took in the mess in front of you, beginning to clean up the water which had spilled.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

You tensed as you heard his voice behind you, a sharp comment on your tongue but pushing it aside. “Cleaning up the mess I made”, you told him, not looking up as you wrung out the cloth over the sink.

You heard him step closer, the chattering noises of the boys shifting towards the living room. So you were alone.

“Yeah, I can see that. Let me help you.” You turned around to see him move towards you, eager to step in, but you held up your hands. “I got it, thanks.” Tom looked at you, the hesitation from earlier back in his features and now accompanied by a frown.

“What are you doing anyway?”, he asked. There was no judgement in his tone, only surprise as his gaze drifted over the chopping boards, knives and vegetables lying around and the stack of plates at the side.

You left the wet cloth in the sink, placing the pot back onto the stove and shifting your attention to Tom.

“I was trying to cook for you guys”, you confessed, biting your lip as the humiliation sank in. You weren’t the best cook, but not a terrible one either and after your behaviour earlier you thought it would be a nice surprise for the boys.

Moreover, it had been a good way to distract yourself and after a while the urge to break into tears had faded.

But it seemed today things just couldn’t go right for you. On top of that it seemed to faze you in a way it normally wouldn’t, leaving you upset over something unsignificant like the water boiling over.

Tom’s eyes softened, filling with concern as he took in your expression. He could see how upset you were and how you were trying to hide how low you felt. He knew you too well to overlook the clear signs you had been crying, your eyes still a bit puffy and your cheeks a little red. 

You appeared worn out, vulnerable in a way that he feared you could break at any second. His worry grew and with it the unease that something had happened he didn’t know about, something that weighted on you.

He was desperate to find out what it was, so that he could make it better or at least help you through it. But he was scared how you would react if he asked, not wanting to risk overwhelming you and making you push him away in response.

Instead, he took a few large strides towards you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You were taken off-guard by the motion, a little stiff in his embrace at first but allowing yourself to relax into it as his warmth surrounded you.

You closed your eyes, inhaling his scent and focusing on the feeling of his arms around your body. Being with Tom, him holding you in his arms like this, felt safe. It grounded you and reminded you that things were going to be okay. 

As long as you had Tom, you would be okay.

You clung onto that thought the same way you clung onto him.

You were the first one to break the hug, but somehow the atmosphere wasn’t filled with awkwardness or nervous chuckles to break the tension. Instead, you felt oddly at peace. The heaviness was still an invisible burden on your shoulders, but it felt a little more bearable with Tom by your side.

The two of you were mostly silent as he helped you finish cooking dinner, but you could sense Tom didn’t seem to mind it. You were simply enjoying each other’s company, no words needed as you fell into your own rhythm. The two of you had always worked well as a team. It seemed it wasn’t different in the kitchen.

The boys were delighted as you served the food, shooting you curious gazes to figure out your state at first. But as dinner went on, your sour mood seemed to be forgotten. Still, you stayed silent, not trusting yourself enough not to ruin the comfortable atmosphere again and instead listening to their stories from the match.

Later you settled on the couch for a movie night. The boys had picked Mission Impossible, one you had seen countless times before, but you found yourself not caring about their movie choice as long as you could stay in Tom’s arms.

He had pulled you close to him when you got comfy for the movie, and while you were surprised by how casually he initiated the closeness between the of you, you found yourself smiling a little for the first time that day.

You stayed cuddled into him for the whole movie, finally relaxing. You could see the boys giving you looks, some obvious to show their curiosity and silently asking what was going on between the two of you. Others were more subtle, when they were peeking at your position in Tom’s arms. 

None of you acknowledged them and they were smart enough not to ask. 

Tomorrow would be a new day, a new opportunity for you to wake up and leave the hollow feeling behind you. And if it hadn’t passed you knew you had Tom to rely on. 

You would be okay.

Taglist:

PERMANENT

@capkilljoy @fairytalesforever @hamartocado @choke-me-sweet-pea @sleepinginthegarden7 @thenoddingbunny-blog @ttalisa  @hallecarey1 @Not-jay-c @sunwardsss @writingrem-blog @the-pink-petite-princess @wanniiieeee @part-time-patronus @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad  @theshortegg @not-reptilian @msdrpreist @alisonhepps @hallecarey1  @thatfangirl42 @dustyinkpages @ellabellabus07 @iluvjj  @wayward-hunter​  @sweet-texas-girl​ @rosie-posie08 @ @olsensnpm

TOM HOLLAND

@mbsgr @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @fairydustparker @its-the-unknownspideywrites @tomhollanders2013 @hollandsmiss @fairydustparker @100kindsofblake @popluckbih @quaksonhehe @illinterrogatethecat00  @mads-weasley @odins0thereye @raajali3 @gina239 @tdToXiC  @human01sposts @blankspaceblankday​ @b0kutoswaifu  @wanniiieeee @randomwriter1021  @cosmic-psychickitty @olsensnpm @luvn3lly

Add yourself to my taglist!

[mrs-hollandstan]

Mob!haz forgetting a date coz he was busy beating out some intel from baddies. Once he reaches his places and sees the beautiful ambience, realizations dawns on him. Reader is already asleep waiting. He decides to make it up to her with a surprise week long vacay!

-🌺

So coote

It hits Harrison as he's wiping his hands on the handkerchief offered to him. The date that you were planning. The one you were so excited about all week. His heart stops and Tom cocks his head,

"S'matter?" He asks. Harrison swallows, 

"I-I missed date night." Tom tsks,

"I'm telling you, Y/N deserves someone like me. I'd be early for date night. Give her head before, for the effort." He teases. Harrison sighs, 

"Fuck…" Tossing the handkerchief in the sink, Haz points to the passed out enemy, 

"Get the fucking location from him. I don't care if you kill him after, just get it from him." He commands, quickly washing his hands of leftover blood and shrugging his jacket on. Tom nods, 

"Make it up to her mate… make it up to her real good." Harrison nods, sliding his phone from his pocket with a sigh, 

"Yeah, I'm already on it." 

It's a short drive home, and Harrison's heart immediately breaks when he sees the effort you've put forth. The candles are blown out, but how far they've burnt down tells him you waited a lot longer than he'd hoped. There's flowers and placemats right next to each other. A quick trip to the kitchen has him in agony. A perfectly made plate is in the fridge, tinfoil over. He sighs again, trudging upstairs. He shrugs his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt most of the way and kicking his shoes off in the door. 

Your form in bed hurts the most. Taking a deep breath, he walks around the bed, sitting beside you. Watching you sleep for a moment, he reaches up and strokes strands of hair from your eyes. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, you stir, stretching out as he sits up the smallest bit to not startle you. You open your eyes and he smiles, 

"I am… way way late, but goddamn you're gorgeous." He coos. Rolling your eyes, you pull yourself to sit up slightly, 

"Did you see your dinner?" You ask. He nods, 

"I did. It looks amazing love and I am so so sorry." He responds. You shake your head, 

"It was poor timing. This case was important to you and it's been in the works for weeks. I should've touched up with you." You defend, pulling his hand into your lap and brushing your fingers over his busted knuckles. His lips press in a line as hair falls in your eyes. He reaches up to tuck it behind your ear again,

"I promised you darling." He defends. You shrug, "but, I've got a surprise for you." He drags his phone from his pocket, clicking through it for a moment before he flashes the tab to you. You stare at it for a moment before your eyes widen, 

"Paris… are you serious?" You ask. He nods, 

"Two weeks, no business, swear on Tom." You launch yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. He holds you close, face nuzzled in your shoulder. You pull back, kissing him softly, 

"You know how much I've been wanting to go. Dinner means nothing in comparison to Paris." You remind. He nods with a smile, 

"I know darling." He holds you close, 

"But don't swear on Tom. If it weren't for him, you'd never be able to take vacation with no work." He smiles, 

"Course… but yeah keeps talking about how he'd be better for you, I might not have a choice." He jokes. Laying your head against his shoulder for a moment, you sigh, 

"You hungry?" He hums, 

"A little." You slide from his lap, taking his hand, 

"Let's see if we can salvage any of your dinner." 

"I deserve it if not." He murmurs. You smile, 

"Probably. But I'll let it slide because Paris." Chuckling, he follows you down stairs with a grip on your hand. 

[heytherejulia]

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.

[tomholland1996simp]

Tom Holland sister blurb where she has a crush on Harrison and doesn’t like it when the boys are rude to him as a joke

Harrison || Holland sister

Y/n was sitting in her room playing with her dolls, she had been playing for over an hour now. She picked out cute outfits for each doll, trying to find the best one for her most favourite one. She was very occupied, focusing on nothing but her toys. Well that was until she heard voices from downstairs. Normally she would ignore them and continue to play, however she heard a certain voice that made her sprint down the stairs.

Y/n’s little feet ran down the stairs, carful not to fall over whilst doing so. She knew that voice very well, it being from a person she grew very close with that no one had expected. “Hwrrison!” She shouted, the male being in her full view now as he took his coat off, hanging it up.

Harrison eyes moved over to the young holland that adored him the most. He bent down his arms opening wide. “Y/nnn!” He said in the exact same excited tone that she used.

Once she crashed into his arms he picked her up, spinning her around making the five year old giggle. Y/n cuddled into him, wrapping her tiny legs around his body. “I missed you” She said like she usually would. Y/n would always miss Harrison, she would ask about him all the time to Tom or the other brothers.

“I missed you to my favourite Holland” he placed her down on the floor so he could greet the others, but she wouldn’t let go.

“Oi I heard that!” Harry said walking into the room with Tom who followed behind him. “Y/n let go of him so I can say hi at least” Tom chuckles as his little sister let go of his best friend, him greeting with a bro hug. Tom always wondered when her obsession with Harrison had happened, he even wondered why. Ever since y/n could talk or walk she always went to Harrison loving him more than her actual brothers.

“Hwrrison, I went on my bike ywsterday!” Y/n happily said, jumping up and down.

“Did you?!” Harrison said excited.

“Yes and Tommy helped me to pedal, he taught me what to do” You smiled at Tom. “Wow, that’s so cool. You need to show me one day” Harrison said walking into the kitchen following Tom who pulled out two beers and a juice for y/n.

They both moved into the living room, starting a conversation up as y/n quickly ran up the stairs, coming back down with her favourite blanket. She saw Harrison sitting directly across from Tom, so she climbed up onto the same sofa as him and snuggled into him with her blanket.

“Don’t you wanna cuddle with me?” Tom asked, jealousy bubbling up inside him.

“No, I want Hwrrison” She adverted her eyes to the tv, watching the program that was left on from earlier.

Y/n and the boys stayed in their potions, Harrison’s arm around the girl letting her snuggle into him. This wasn’t new to Harrison, no, he actually fount it quite cute the way his best friends sister would act around him. The way she would always call him off Toms phone or the way she would kiss his cheek when she said goodbye or even when she would help him play fight with the boys.

“Harrison shut up you div” Sam laughed, slapping the boy on the arm. It was later on and the boys were still drinking, just talking about random things with light music in the background.

“Hey! Dwnt hit him!” Y/n snapped suddenly, feeling the need to protect him. She rubbed his arm, which didn’t hurt at all, glaring at Sam who looked at her with certain eyes. “You okay?” The five year old turned her gaze to Haz.

All the boys were too confused to speak. Y/n had always hated it when the boys would joke around with Harrison, being mean to him even though he didn’t mind it as he did it back. Harrison just nodded his head, “I’m fine don’t worry” He smiled at the girl who nodded her head.

“Someone protective” Tom chuckles as Y/n kisses where Sam hit Haz’s arm.

“More like someone has a crush” Harry joined in, laughing at his little sister. He knew it was more than just being obsessed with him, she had to have a crush on him no?

“Watch this, Harrison your so ugly!” Harry joked watching the girls face twitch. “Harrison actually stinks, ewww” Tom laughed and Harrison hid his laugh as the girl sprung up.

“No he not! Your so rude, mummy said you should never say that to anywne! Haz is not ugly, he pretty. And smwll nicely” The girl smelt Harrison, earning a small chuckle from him. Y/n stood up walking over to Harry and Tom. “Your ugly and you stink, not him” She said angrily.

Harrison smirked, “Yeah your ugly and stink” He stuck his tongue out copying the little girls actions. Y/n walked back over to Harrison sitting in his lap to hug him, she kissed his cheek twice before looking at him. “Your pretty Hwrrison” She honestly said.

Harrison kissed her cheek, “Aww, your pretty too y/n” This made the little girl blush, getting off Harrison and giggling, hiding her face in her blanket.

“Y/n has a crush on Harrison!” Sam cheered.

Y/n hid her face in her blanket more embarrassed. She never thought of Harrison like a brother she always liked him, she wouldn’t let anyone be rude to him. “Shut up” The young holland said still hiding her face.

“It’s okay y/n. Sam is just stinks like feet” Harrison laughed and so did she.

“Well Harrison doesn’t shower” Sam called taking a swing of his beer, regretting after as his younger sister got off the sofa mad.

“YES HE DOES!” Y/n shouts bolting to her brother to attack him.

I literally hate this, it’s rushed sorry.

[spideys-hoe]

Masterlist :)

Hey! here is my little corner of the internet :)

I have currently only written for Sam Holland, Tom Holland, Harry Holland, and Harrison Osterfield, but I'm trying to expand! so send in requests of any characters + celebrity's and ill try my best to write for them! 

Harry Holland

Fics

Harry taking photos of you- You find out harry is in love with you when you discover all the sneaky photos he takes of you. 

And they were roommates- Roommate!harry slowly falling for you, basically what it would be like to be roommate with harry  

Sketches- Harry Holland x artists!reader, a moment in time where harry catches you drawing him

The Baby Dilemma- You find out your pregnant with Harrys child, freaking out it takes Harrison to push you to tell him.  

Blubs 

Making out with Harry

Dating harry and meeting the family for the first time 

Sub!Harry *

The boys spanking you *

Roomate!Harry 

The boys dating Australian reader 

Reader being afraid of elevators 

Meeting harry while travelling 

Protective! Dad to be, Harry 

Wedding night* 

Protective! Harry while you sleep 

Moving in together 

Taking a bath together*

Telling him your Bi

Photo competition* 

Pool days 

Baby fever 

Him dating someone from the US

Its bed time* 

Sam Holland 

Fics

Miscommunication- Sam is in love with you, but he thinks your in love with Harry. 

Vampire!Sam x reader *- Steamy sex with vampire Sam, biting kink 

Lonely conversations- While Sam was away you would talk and cuddle with Tessa, when he comes home he finds you there, having a lonely conversation with the dog. 

Bad boy, Good girl *- You have the schools bad boy wrapped around your finger. Sub!Sam 

Sub Bad boy sam *

Blurbs

Roomate!Sam 

Needy sub!Sam

The boys spanking you *

The boys dating Australian reader

Long distance, reunited 

Pool day 

Sub sam! First BJ* 

Best friend!Sam 

Collabe with anon ⚓️ - Sub!Sam, Sam gets cocky in front of his friends, you need to show him whos truly in charge. (this one goes off the rails haha whoops) 

Part one 

Part two 

Part three 

Part four 

Part five 

Part six

Part seven

Part eight 

Part nine 

Part ten 

Part eleven 

Part twelve 

Part thirteen 

Part fourteen 

Part fifteen 

Part sixteen 

Part seventeen 

Part eighteen 

Part nineteen 

Part twenty 

Part twenty one 

Part twenty two

Part twenty three 

Part twenty four 

Tom Holland 

Fics 

-None yet

Blurb

Tom dating a reader with tattoos 

The boys spanking you *

The boys dating Australian reader

Him seeing you in swimmers for the first time 

Pool day 

Mob!Tom

Gang!Tom x innocent reader * 

Jealous! Ex boyfriend Tom

Baking together* 

Harrison Osterfield 

Fics 

-None yet

Blurbs 

Taking care of him when he’s stressed 

Using your safe word *

The boys spanking you *

Dom!Haz *

Waking up next to Harrison 

Sub!Harrison *

The boys dating Australian reader

Late night cuddles 

Movie nights 

Comforting insecure reader 

Dates with Harrison 

Cuddle buddies 

Pool day 

Collab with  ⚓ anon- Dom!Harrison* 

Part one 

Part two 

Part three

Part four 

Part five 

Part six 

Part seven

Part eight 

[poguesholland]

Tom x fem!reader where Tom post the photo of him and Zendaya and they arent public and reader is feeling insecure seeing everyone ship them and thinking it’s confirmed especially with the call me and z calling him and maybe some angst like a fight Bc Tom doesn’t think it’s a big deal and reader gets frustrated and HHarrison or JUST one of his friends or brothers has to explain why she mad and it ends in fluff

Love this ask

-

“Y/N, did you wish Zendaya a happy birthday yet?” Tom speaks up through a mouthful of cereal, his phone in the hand that wasn’t holding his spoon. He was seated at the kitchen island while you put away some dishes. “Oh! I totally forgot! I’ll text her right after I’m done, did you?” You reply, rubbing your forehead in disappointment as to how you could forget. “Yes, and not to brag, but I posted what soon seems to be my most liked post” He jokes and you laugh, shaking your head because of Tom’s childish antics.

Once you were done with the dishes, you texted Zendaya wishing her a happy birthday to which she replied and thanked you profusely. You opened instagram, checking Tom’s ‘most liked post’ out of curiosity. It was a mirror picture of Tom and Zendaya where Tom had his ‘serious’ face on as he wore the Spider-man suit while Zendaya rests her head on his shoulder.

The caption said ‘My MJ, have the happiest of birthdays. Gimmie a call when your up xxx’ and Zendaya replied by commenting ‘Calling now♥️’. You weren’t the jealous type but as you scrolled through the comments of Tom’s post, you felt an ache your heart for some reason.

“Did they just confirm it?”

“Does that mean Y/N’s gone already?”

“He should be with Zendaya not that other bitch”

“Omg ‘My MJ’ I cant”

Obviously, you were aware that everyone shipped Tom and Zendaya. So when Tom and you announced that you were dating, the amount of hate you got was unbelievable. It took a toll on your mental health and Tom could see that. But eventually, the hate was less and less, until now.

You loved Zendaya. But you didn’t understand why Tom would caption a post so intimate with an even more intimate caption. It would only make people hate on you more and think that Tom left you for Z. It’s not his fault but he could have been more considerate of your feelings or how this would impact you.

Tom walks into your bedroom to see you sitting on the bed, scrolling through your phone as silent tears spilled down your cheeks. “Guess what- Hey, hey, hey. What happened? What’s the matter, Darling?” Tom rushed to your side, immediately feeling worried that anything might have happened to you. He sat on the floor next to the bed, taking a hand of yours in his.

You sniffle, quickly wiping your tears away as you try to hide your phone screen. “I’m fine, S’nothing”. Tom notices your phone and looks at it before looking at you. “No you’re not fine, there’s something that obviously made you cry and I hate seeing you upset, my love”.

“Tom it’s fine, just drop it” You huff before accidentally dropping your phone on the floor. You rush to pick it up but you were too late as Tom picks it up, to see that you were scrolling through the comments of his post. “Tom! Give it back!” You yell in frustration but Tom gets up, scrolling through your phone as he ignored you. He looks up to meet your eyes, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he sits on the foot of the bed next to you.

“Y/N, are you jealous because of the post?” Tom asks, sounding like he couldn’t believe the audacity. “No” You responded quietly but Tom raises his eyebrows and you let out a huff of air. “I don’t feel like talking right now” You let out, voice cracking. Whenever things began to get intense in a conversation or fight between you and Tom, one of you would sometimes press pause on the whole thing until you were calm enough to have this conversation later. That was what you were trying to do but evidently, Tom wasn’t having it.

“Are you jealous?” He repeats, phone still clutched tightly in his hand. He couldn’t believe how after all this time you were jealous of his friendship with Zendaya, his best friend. You bite your lip to suppress your cries, sniffling quietly as if to tell him to stop. “You have got to be fuckin’ with me, Y/N” You hear him say and you look at him, not expecting that.

He shakes his head in frustration and you look at him in disbelief, “Excuse me?”. “Are you seriously crying over this?”. This was so unlike Tom, this was never how one of the both of you reacted to seeing the other upset. You stay quiet, not wanting this to blow up more than it would if you replied. “No answer me, are you actually crying over this?” Tom pushed, speaking as if he were mocking how silly you were to be upset.

That was the last straw for you. “What the hell is wrong with you!” You burst, snatching your phone from his grip. “Yes, I’m fucking crying over this because have you seen the comments? Have you seen what people are saying about me, how much they’re hating on me? Not to mention that you were practically feeding it with you ‘Call me when you’re up’, what the hell Tom?” Your voice falters in the last few words you spoke as you yell at your boyfriend.

“Feeding it? Have you gone crazy? Now I’m not allowed to tell my friends to call me on their birthdays?” Tom shouts in frustration as you shake your head. “Don’t make it seem like I’m just this jealous girlfriend Tom, it’s not about someone calling you on their birthday and you know it” You lower your voice. He wasn’t about to turn this around and make you look fucking paranoid.

Tom gets up from the bed, running his hands through his hair as he lets out a deep breath. “I cant do this right now, honestly. I don’t know if you’re getting your period or you’re just looking to pick a fight but this is crazy” Tom speaks lowly, not even looking at you. You get up from the bed and he turns to meet your gaze, and you see that he really believed what he was saying.

“You’re a dick” You speak up and Tom looks shocked at the sentence that leaves your mouth. You don’t even grab your phone before you’re leaving your shared room, putting on your shoes and taking your car keys then leaving your apartment with a slam of the door. Once you’re in the car, you immediately drive off and try to hold back your tears.

Finding yourself driving to Harrison’s apartment, you park outside then knock on the door. Harrison open and a confused look takes over his face at the sight of your puffy one. “Y/N? Are you okay? What’s going on? Come in, it’s freezing outside, what the hell are you doing wearing a short-sleeve in this-” He rambles but as soon as you step in, you muffle a sob into the palm of your hand and Harrison shuts up.

“Oh god, c’mere” He ushers and pulls you into his embrace as you cry into his chest. “I’ll call Tom-”. You immediately pull away with tear streaked cheeks, “No, please don’t, please Haz, I don’t wanna see him please” You beg and he nods then shushing you to calm you down. Somehow, between your cries, you tell Harrison what happened after he asks you and he shakes his head. “What the hell did you do, Tom?” Harrison mumbles to himself as you’re brought back against his chest and crying once more.

After you’re too tired to cry any more, Harrison leads you to the guest room and gives you some blankets. He goes to make you some tea and some biscuits to snack on, then brings them to you in bed. “C’mon just drink up and eat a bite of something then rest for a bit” He speaks up and you nod, not having the energy to do anything else. “Thank you” You let out as he reaches the door, and he nods.

You drink the tea and eat some biscuits before you feel yourself beginning to doze off, and so you let yourself rest. Only to wake up to the sound of Harrison yelling on the phone. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Your girlfriend is fucking crying her eyes out here, mate!” and you immediately notice that he’s talking to Tom.

“Haz, I don’t know what to do. I got so mad but I just don’t understand why she was so upset” You hear Tom on the phone and your heart physically hurt. “It’s because she’s spent half of this relationship dealing with the bullshit that people say to her, the hate, the comparisons and the rumors. It’s not about Zendaya, it’s about the fact that you didn’t have to say that in front of the whole internet so they’d assume you had broken up. Check the comments Tom, they’re fucking horrible, the poor girl can’t take all of this along with you calling her a jealous girlfriend.”

Getting up from the bed, you wash your face in the bathroom before noticing that it was now 8pm. You had napped for almost 5 hours. That was a long nap. You open the door and walk towards the living room, Harrison quieting down once he saw you. “I have to go all right? You gotta wise up man” He huffs before ending the call. You don’t ask if it was Tom because both of you already know that you know it’s him.

“Look who’s finally awake” Harrison jokes and you let out a small smile. You got to make some coffee for yourself and Harrison doesn’t speak, unsure if you’re in the mood to talk. You pour the coffee into the mug before turning around to face him, the quiet almost driving you crazy. “Did you bring your phone?” Harrison asks and you shake your head. “Do you wanna watch something on Netflix?” He asks and you nod, both of you heading to the couch.

Harrison puts on ‘How to lose a guy in 10 days’ as per your request and you bury yourself in blankets. Halfway through the movie, the doorbell rings and Harrison gets up to see who’s at the door. You don’t hear anything except for the door shutting and a hushed conversation between Harrison and the mystery guest.

Footsteps towards the living room are heard before your eyes meet his. Tom. He looked like he’d been crying, face puffed up and hair all over the place probably from running his hands through it one too many times. But he looked nothing compared to how hurt you looked. Your eyes were bloodshot and complexion was so pale compared to how you normally glowed. Once he sees the state you’re in, his shoulders slump and he feels the guilt seeping into his chest knowing he made you like this.

Harrison walks in and sees the two of you holding your gazes, patting Tom on his shoulder before leaving into his room to give you two some privacy. “I was worried sick about you, you left your phone and disappeared for 5 hours” Tom let’s out quietly. You don’t respond. He walks closer to the sofa and takes a seat next to you, almost wincing at how you pulled your legs closer to your body. He looks at his feet, trying to compose himself before his eyes meet yours once again.

“I am so sorry” Tom breaths out, the tears building up in your eyes. “I was a dick. I shouldn’t have called you jealous or tried to make you feel bad about feeling upset. God, I didn’t even think to listen and I- I have no excuse. I am so sorry, Darling.” You see tears fighting to escape his eyes too while his voice sounds broken. “I didn’t think about what you were going through, how much hate you had to deal with all on your own. I should’ve been there for you, instead I got mad at you and I’m sorry, I am so sorry” He repeats for the third time, voice cracking. He had no better way of saying it, he really was sorry.

Tears escape your eyes as you avoid his gaze, taking in everything he said. Tom’s hands reach to wrap around your hands and you want to give in to his touch, but you don’t know what to think. “You called me crazy for being upset” You quietly let out, interrupting the silence. Tom feels a rush of hurt fill his chest at the sound of your broken voice. His thumb rubs circles on your hand and you try not to feel comforted by it, but you do.

“I fucked up, I know it, I fucked up really badly. I’m sorry I didn’t try to listen, I’m sorry I got mad, I’m sorry I wasn’t more understanding and I’m sorry I let you leave.” He apologizes profusely, moving closer to you as you finally turn to face him. “I promise it won’t happen again, I’ll listen like I should have, I’ll be better but please I- I cant lose you Y/N. I love you so much and I’m so sorry” He repeats again and again, a few tears escaping his eyes.

You nod lightly and Tom sighs, “C’mere Darling”. He pulls you into his lap, arms wrapping around his neck tightly as you buried your head in his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist. His hand rubs your back to try and calm you down. “I love you so much, yeah?” He breathes into your hair and you nod lightly, “I love you too”. He kisses the back of your ear before you pull away to rest your forehead against his.

So many unspoken words are understood when you both look into each other’s eyes, knowing that Tom was really sorry and that he meant what he said. He leans in to leave a light kiss on your lips and you kiss him back. “Sorry I called you a dick” You say and Tom chuckles. “S’All right, love, kinda agreed with you then” and you smile lightly, hugging him once more.

[pbnjparker]

Okay, so I got amazing fics from you of haz being a sweetie to reader💜💜💜, now I feel we need to show haz some love back and have where y/n is simping over Harrison, maybe over social media 😉❤

HIII MY LOVELY SAMMIEE!! again tysm for requesting this!!

-

liked by hazosterfield, tomholland2013, tuwaine, and 372,388 others

yourinstagram: HE IS THE MOMENT LADIES AND GENTS (and he is mine teehee)

view all 322,382 comments

hazosterfield who is that man??? can i get his number

yourinstagram sorry he’s taken 😰

hazosterfield oh yeah?

yourinstagram yup 🤠

tomholland2013 WHY DIDNT YOU POST THE PIC OF US

yourinstagram this is a haz stan account, who are u again?

tomholland2013 im taking that personal 🙁

yourinstagram hmm okay 💀

tuwaine who is that sexy mann 😍

yourinstagram BACK OFF 🤺

user31 not y/n defending her man’s GET HIM GIRL

yourinstagram im trying 😰 they’re coming in hot 😩

yourinstagram JOKES ASIDE love you haz 💗 hazosterfield

hazosterfield love you too pretty girl

yourinstagram 😰😩

-

liked by hazosterfield, harryholland64, tuwaine, and 738,921 others

yourinstagram im never going snowboarding again.. the amount of times i’ve fallen ✋🏽 and haz just SAT THERE while i was crying

view all 472,284 comments

hazosterfield do you have any broken bones?

yourinstagram no…

hazosterfield then you’re fine

yourinstagram suddenly every bone in my body is broken 😗

tuwaine i was a witness, haz indeed sat there while Y/N was crying 😁

yourinstagram im gonna cry again 😭

tuwaine oh no

user37 bye omg Y/N is feeding us all this haz content i can’t-

yourinstagram PURRR bestie he’s so fine i can’t even find a place to begin 🥵

user37 should we expect more photos of haz

yourinstagram yes 😩 this is turning into a haz stan acc

-

liked by tomholland2013, harryholland64, lifeisaloha, zendaya, and 2,992,273 others

yourinstagram this is a haz and monty stan acc💗 love my 2 loves

view all 372,332 comments

hazosterfield thank you, i love all my fans 🥰

yourinstagram YOURE WELCOME 💗💗 I LOVE U

hazosterfield love you too but don’t let my gf see this… she’s kinda crazy

yourinstagram oooo i know you didn’t just say im crazy

hazosterfield point proven

yourinstagram oop tea 💀

tomholland2013 again you don’t post the pics of haz and i, so rude ✋🏽

yourinstagram WHO ARE YOUU🤺

harryholland64 you’re welcome for the photography tips

yourinstagram yes yes tysm i love taking high quality pics of my bf

[missnxthingg]

what about having a scary movie marathon with the boys (tom, haz, harry, sam, tuwaine) and getting a little too touchy with haz? and maybe the guys start teasing like the divs they are lol ily 💖

Missnxthingg’s Birthday Sleepover Party

Halloween Prompts

Pairing - Harrison Osterfield x Reader 

Word Count - 1.5K

A/N: Soooo, I got a little carried away and turned this into a one-shot (probably). I was bored and I loooooved your request. So thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

main masterlist | taglist | main blog

❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁

"So, what are you guys doing for Halloween?" You were having a nice evening with the boys at the pub, and thinking that maybe you could do that again soon.

"Horror movie marathon!" Harry cheered. "Starts at sunset and goes all the way to sunrise."

"It's our little tradition." Sam added. “We dress up in Halloween themed pajamas or a comfortable costume.”

"Harry picks the movies and we all watch it together." Tuwaine explained a little bit more.  “Then we sleep for the rest of November 1st because we’re tired.”

"You should come this year." Tom asked and all the boys nodded in agreement.

You really wanted to say yes. Ever since you became a part of their little group, you were comfortable and you wanted to spend some more time with them. Plus, you had a massive crush on Harrison and even though he always gives you the signal that he likes you too, you've never even kissed once.

And you really wanted to spend some time with him, because you always longed for those small moments together. But you hated scary because you were terrified of them. Although, you would never admit it to anyone.

"Oh, thank you for the offer but I don't wanna be a burden."

"Come on, it will be fun." Harrison nudged your side and smiled softly. "I would love to have you there." 

All the boys smirked with your little interaction, which made you blush a little and lower your sight to your drink. You took a big gulp before replying:

"Okay, sure. It will be nice."

But if you were being honest, everything was building your nerves up since that night at the pub. Not only the fact that you were going to watch horror movies, but also the fact that you would be spending the whole night at Harrison's house. It didn't matter if a whole bunch of other people would tag along, it still felt intimate.

So you put up your best Halloween themed outfit when you dressed up with your skeleton pajama jumpsuit. You did want to feel comfortable, but you also wanted to look cool. And that was a good way to do that. When the sun was starting to set, you drove to the boy’s place and found the driveway decorated with carved pumpkins and tombstones. The boys really put some effort into the decoration.

You knocked on the door and Harrison opened it up dressed as Freddy Krueger, but with sweatpants. He was holding a bowl of candy and a weird smile on his face, which softened when he saw who it was. He thought it would be just some kids from the neighbourhood asking for candy, but it was actually you - the girl he was in love with.

“Trick or treat!” You said with an exciting smile on your face.

“Hey, (Y/N). Happy Halloween.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Please, come in!”

You were the last to arrive. Well, to be fair, Tom, Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine lived in that house and Sam lived just a little further down the road, so it was only fair that they arrived early. But Sam’s girlfriend was already wrapped around him as they chose the best position to cuddle into the movie, and all the boys were already groaning because the girls they invited said they would not be coming.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just start this thing.” Harry shrugged as he pressed play on the movie.

“Uhm, sorry. They are a bit boring today.” Harrison whispered since A Nightmare Before Christmas was already playing on the TV. “There’s no place left on the big couch, but I guess we can squeeze in the two-seat couch.”

“It’s okay for me.”

“Come on, I got us a pumpkin blanket.”

Spending time with Harrison was awesome, and this was probably the closest you’ve ever been to the boy. He made sure to share a blanket with you as you watched the first movie. He shared his popcorn and even invited you to give some candy to the kids that were knocking on the door. By now, the movie night was going pretty well because the movie wasn’t scary at all.

But the next movie on the list was The Ring and you were terrified of it. You tried to hide it from everyone, but eventually, you would wince and jump scared of what you were watching. Once you even hide your face on Harrison’s shoulder after a little scream.

“Hey, are you okay?” He whispered and you shook your head, still not looking at the TV. “Oh, you’re scared.”

“A little.” You groaned and felt the boy wrap his arms around you.

“It’s okay, I got you.” You felt comfortable and safe with him, so you melted into his hug. 

“Harrison is showing off as a protective boyfriend, y’all.” Harry teased and the boys all laugh.

“What a tough boy.” Tuwaine tease. “I want a hug too, Hazzy. I’m scared.”

“Come on, just kiss already.” Tom teased and all the boys agreed.

“Hey, fuck off! She’s scared.” Harrison pressed her a little tighter on his chest and threw daggers with his eyes at the boys.

For the rest of the night, you were secured with him. The other movies weren’t so scaring with him holding you. When you were feeling afraid, you would grip on his hand tightly and he would distract you. And it was actually very comfortable. On the third movie, he spent the whole thing petting your hair and listening to some other jokes from the boys. And on the fourth movie, you lied your head on his shoulder and played with his hand.

By the time it was 4 am, you were starting to get a little sleepy. The boys were still hyped with Monster House -  lighter movie after a few very scary movies - but you were definitely fancying some sleep. Also, you were a little cold, so you sneaked off to the kitchen to make yourself some tea.

“Come on, Harrison. Go kiss her!” Tom whispered once you were off and Harrison rolled his eyes.

“Just leave us alone.”

“Haz, she’s so into you. The way she looks at you…” Tuwaine said and a small smile cracked on the blonde’s face.

“And you’ve been holding each other all night.” Sam finished.

“Just go ask her to stay the night with you.” Harry finished. Harrison suddenly had a wave of confidence hitting his body and he smiled widely.

“I’ll go after her.” He whispered and the boys silently cheered.

He found you in the kitchen, pouring hot tea in a cup. You smiled warmly to see him and made sure to pour another one for him because you knew he was a sucker for tea and wouldn’t deny some. He silently thanked for the tea and sat next to you.

“Thank you for making my night a little better, Haz.” You nudged him. “I’m very scared of horror movies and I’m thankful to have someone to help me feel a little better.”

“It’s nothing. I’ll always make you feel safe if I can.” He smiled warmly back. “Uhm, I like you, (Y/N). I like you a lot. And tonight’s been pretty amazing.”

“I like you too, Hazzy. A lot.” He put a stray of your hair behind your ear and licked his lips.

“C-can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You smiled before feeling his lips against yours.

The kiss brought a little sweetness to this scary Halloween night. You were tired, but you were willing to stay awake until the sunrise just kissing him. It didn’t last long, but it was a perfect first kiss, and you felt like it wasn’t going to be the last of the night.

“Are you tired?” He asked, very close to your lips.

“A little, but… I don’t wanna go to sleep right now.”

“We can watch the rest of Monster House cuddled up on the couch and ditch them after the movie.” He suggested. “I really would love if you spent the night. I-If that’s not too much for you.”

“Of course! I would love to cuddle and watch the rest of the movie. And I’ll actually accept staying over because there’s no way I’m sleeping alone in my apartment after The Ring.” You laughed once again and kissed one more time before going back to the living room.

The boys all cheered loudly when they saw you two come back to the living room together and holding hands. You didn’t care, deciding to only sit on Harrison’s lap and rest your head on his chest. He left many kisses across your face, and even stole some from your lips. You did steal some back and you were enjoying it a lot. The boys did tease you a little more, but you didn’t care because you had each other.

And that was definitely the best night of sleep you had in your life. Harrison made you feel safe and feel loved, so you weren’t scared at all. He would always be there to hold you whenever you need it. He is your safe haven.

❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁❁ ⋙ADD YOURSELF TO THE TAGLIST!⋘

PERMANENT TAGLIST ➻  @missmulti @gurlwlthluv​ @cmon-peter-tingle @lifeisabitchandsoareyou​ @tinyplanet-explorers @spideyyypeter @princezzariel @pastyoverlord265 @dumandbass @lilgaga98 @chatnoirfangirl1624 @heartofholland @Big-Galaxy-Chaos @quaksonhehe @hera-the-writer @u-rrose @im-salt-but-not-salty

HARRISON TAGLIST ➻  @starlightfound @sandran04 @tomsppsleeve @spiderbibby @seutarose @joyleenl @hollandbroz-n-haz @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh @hannahholland1811