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instead of you [part thirty-two] || l.mh
pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung
summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.
warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni ; 18+)
word count: 2.2k
a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!
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The first time you met Jisung was at a party on campus. It was a month into your first semester of college and one of the frats had passed out fliers in the residence halls in the hopes of getting lots of the freshman girls to attend.
You had dragged your roommate with you, insisting that you needed to get out there and start meeting people since you were each other’s only friends thus far.
But the joke was on you because she ditched you not even five minutes after arriving, having recognized an ex-boyfriend from her hometown. You didn’t hold it against her, you had been the one to convince her to come in the first place and you understood the whole ex thing.
But you were a lot shyer back then, less confident. So you stumbled your way through the house until you reached the kitchen. No one had offered to make you a drink yet so you figured you might as well make one yourself. You’d need a little liquid courage if you were going to get the balls to talk to any of these people anyway.
That’s where you ran into Jisung. He was bent over the stove cooking what looked to be a grilled cheese sandwich. He turned his head when he heard you come in and nodded at you in acknowledgement.
“Want one?” he asked.
“What is it?”
“Grilled ham and cheese.”
You nodded. “Hit me.”
He finished simmering the one in the pan and slid it onto a paper plate before grabbing the ingredients for yours.
“How long have you lived here?” you asked conversationally.
“Oh, I don’t live here.”
“Are you a pledge then?”
“No.”
“You’re not… affiliated with this frat?”
“Nope.”
“Are your friends?”
“Nah.”
“So you’re just…”
“Stealing their food? Kind of.”
You shrugged. “I won’t tell.”
He cracked a smile. “Good, because I’d really regret making you a sandwich if you did.”
You hadn’t noticed until that point but he had an accent.
“English?” you asked.
“Yes, that’s what we’re speaking. Why, do you know another language?”
You rolled your eyes. “You know what I meant.”
“No, I’m from Korea, actually,” he explained after chuckling. “But my English tutor was British so I picked up a little bit of an accent.”
“What made you decide to come all the way over here?”
“A mix of things, really,” he sighed.
“You’re probably tired of that question, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I just don’t have an interesting answer or anything so conversations usually fizzle out after that.”
“I get it. It’s like when everyone in your hometown asks you what you’re going to study and what job you’re getting your degree for.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed. “Your grilled cheese is ready.”
He plated the sandwich and handed it to you, turning the stove off and depositing the pan and spatula in the sink.
“Thank you!”
“You might want to let it cool down a bit, though.”
“Yes, chef.”
He gave you a look, making you freeze in place.
“What? Should I not call you that?”
“No, it’s just- I’m a culinary major. I’m always saying that to my professors but no one’s ever said that to me before. I know you didn’t mean it mean it but it sounded weird.”
“I was just referencing Hell’s Kitchen,” you admitted.
“Just so you know, not all chefs are like Gordon Ramsay.”
“Only the majority?”
He winked at you. “Bingo.”
“So if you don’t want me to call you ‘chef’, what should I call you?”
“I never said I didn’t want you to call me that,” he clarified. “But you can call me Jisung.”
“Jisung. Nice name.”
“Thanks. Do you have one?”
You grinned. “I do.”
He gave an exasperated little sigh. “And what is it?”
You told him, leaning forward and whispering it like it was a secret.
“You have a nice name too.”
“Thank you.”
“By the way, your sandwich should be cool enough to eat by now.”
You leaned back against the island and took a bite of your grilled cheese. Jisung gauged your reaction, raising his eyebrows expectantly.
“Good?”
“Great. Best grilled cheese sandwich I’ve ever had.”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he warned.
“I’m not! Listen, I can’t cook for shit so I’m very easy to impress.”
“I’ll take your word for it. It’s better for my ego if I ignore the last part.”
“I can make a mean Moscow Mule, though. My talents lie in mixology, not gastronomy.”
“Make me a drink, then?” he asked.
“Gladly.”
You set your paper plate on the counter and made your way over to the fridge.
“Let’s see what they have in here.”
“Oh, now you’re the one stealing food?”
“Guess that makes us partners in crime.”
You fell silent as you looked over the contents of the refrigerator, gathering a bottle of orange juice and half-empty jar of raspberry jam. You checked the expiration dates before continuing because you didn’t trust frat guys and then set them on the island with a handle of tequila that had been left out.
Jisung watched as you spooned the jam into an empty solo cup, visibly skeptical. You couldn’t blame him for not trusting you, you had just met him, after all. You poured the orange juice in next and mixed the two together, finally adding a shot and a half of tequila.
“Don’t want to get you too drunk,” you explained.
He scoffed. “You think that’ll do me in? I’m Korean, remember?”
“Fine, suit yourself.”
You poured what you approximated to be another shot of tequila into the cup. You filled another cup with ice from a nearby cooler and poured the contents of the first cup into it. Instead of shaking them and risking making a huge mess, you rolled them between the cups until you were satisfied that everything was properly mixed.
You presented Jisung with your creation, eyes shining. “Here you go! It’s a makeshift tequila sunrise.”
Jisung reached for it but you stopped him abruptly. “Wait! Hold on.”
You took a sip of the drink yourself, just to make sure it was actually palatable, before passing it off to him.
“Sorry, wanted to check.”
“Not confident in your abilities all of the sudden?“ he mused.
“I’m trying something new,” you grumbled defensively, “artists make mistakes. I’m not above admitting that and therefore want to quality check my products to make sure it’s good enough for my consumers.”
“Didn’t realize you were taking this so seriously.”
“I take everything seriously.”
He eyed you suspiciously. “Something tells me that’s not true.”
-
That night, and all the others you spent with Jisung flashed before your eyes like some sort of sick slideshow as you stood there with him in the hallway. The fractures in the glass were beyond repair now, spindling inward threatening to shatter.
You supposed it was what you deserved, watching your relationship with your best friend crumble right in front of you.
“Why do you ask?” you said quietly, still testing the waters.
“You think I haven’t noticed you sneaking off every night?” Jisung demanded.
“Uh-”
“At first, I thought you just needed some space. And I understood because you’ve been stuck with us for over a month now, but then it happened every night and you’d be gone for so long,” he sighed. “So finally, I followed you-”
“You what?”
“I know, I’m such a bad friend for invading your privacy.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm and you could already feel the tears welling up.
You tried to hold them back because you didn’t deserve to cry. You’d put yourself in this situation, and you knew it was wrong, but you still did it anyway. You clutched your towel closer to your body, trying to shrink into yourself.
“I heard what I needed to,” he continued. “So how long have you been fucking my brother?”
“Jisung, I-”
“I asked you a question.”
“Long enough,” you muttered. “He found out we weren’t actually dating. I didn’t tell him-”
“That makes it better?”
“No, I just thought you should know.”
“What does it matter anyway,” he spat. “We had an agreement. You had one task and you couldn’t even do it. I should have never invited you on this goddamn trip.”
You couldn’t help but agree. “I’m sorry.”
Jisung laughed humorlessly and shook his head. “I don’t believe you. If you actually felt any guilt over this you never would have done it. Or you would’ve at least stopped before it got to this point.”
“No, I am sorry,” you tried. “It’s just…”
“Just what?” he asked, eyes widening suddenly. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
For a fraction of a second, you were thrown back in time. The best friend that didn’t hate you was suddenly standing in front of you, eyes full of concern. It passed just as quickly as it had come when you denied it.
“No, it’s just… I f- I’m in love with him.” You couldn’t even look Jisung in the eye when you said it, too afraid of his reaction.
It was dead silent all throughout the house after your confession. You stared at the floor where a puddle had appeared at your feet from your dripping hair.
He chuckled again in disbelief, breaking the silence.
“You’re not in love with him,” he said matter-of-factly. “You don’t even know what love feels like. You’ve only known him for a fucking month, how could you possibly love him?” You were crying now, furiously wiping away the tears that fell onto your cheeks. “You’re just lonely, y/n, and desperate, and grasping at straws for anything that feels like ‘love’.”
“That’s not true,” you insisted. You weren’t sure why you were trying to defend yourself. He was probably right.
“It is true! I’ve known you for how many years now? You’ve never had a real relationship with anybody. How could you possibly know what love feels like?”
You shook your head adamantly, convincing yourself he didn’t mean what he was saying. “You’re lashing out.”
“Is it lashing out if it’s true?” he quipped.
You swallowed hard, choking a bit.
“I can’t fucking believe this. My best friend and my brother. I went away to school to be on my own and have my own life, and somehow Minho manages to take that too.” He was mostly talking to himself now. “What if someone else had caught you two? How fucked up would that have looked? I put no flirting with my brothers on the list of rules for a reason, obviously. Although I guess it didn’t matter in the end anyway, did it? You didn’t take them or this seriously.”
“Ji, that’s not true and you know that. I’m the one who wrote out those flashcards. I memorized all that stuff about your family. I flew halfway around the world for you— I did take it seriously.”
“Until Minho offered his dick to you on a silver platter?”
“Oh my god!”
“Am I wrong?”
You sighed. “It’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“Explain it to me then. When did this all start anyway?”
“Minho kissed me for the first time in, um, Italy.”
“Oh my god, I’m the biggest fucking idiot in the world,” he groaned.
“But it wasn’t like that then… he still thought we were together then.”
Jisung threw his hands up. “That makes it worse!”
“I know but he was drunk.”
“That’s not an excuse. You of all people should know that.”
You let the dig slide since he was in an emotional state and you were in no position to argue anyway.
“I know.”
“So you guys have been sneaking around behind my back for like a fucking month now?”
“We didn’t sleep together until Shanghai, when he found out we weren’t together. But I feel like I should tell you I kissed him in Japan. Just so that you know everything.”
“Oh, thank you so much,” Jisung deadpanned. “Thank you for being so honest.” He spat the last word at you, which again, was deserved, but hurt nonetheless. You sniffled. “I can’t believe you’re the one crying right now.”
You couldn’t believe that Jisung wasn’t crying but then again he wasn’t the type to cry when he was angry. He only cried when he was sad, and that probably hadn’t hit him yet.
You were starting to get cold wearing nothing but a towel but tried not to let it show. Of course, Jisung noticed instantly. He sighed as you shivered and pursed his lips. Even when he was furious with you, even when your relationship was irreparably damaged, he cared about you. It wasn’t something he could just turn off, though maybe with time, he’d learn to.
“Anyway, go to bed. I’m going to sleep on the couch.”
“O-okay,” you mumbled.
Jisung brushed past you abruptly, muttering to himself loud enough for you to hear.
“God, I wish I’d never fucking met you that night.”
You bit down on your lip as hard as possible to choke down a sob. All you could do was stand there motionlessly and stare at the floor. You waited for him to walk away into the living room but the footsteps stopped suddenly.
“Oh, and a word of advice-”
“Hm?” You turned around to face him, trying your best to pull yourself together.
“You should try getting over your feelings for Minho as fast as possible. He doesn’t love you back. He’s just using you, babe. I know he’s pretty smooth but that’s why he’s so good at his job. Easier said than done, I know, but you’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out.”
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love me like you - tik
I pairing: college! Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x female reader
I précis: You get drunk at a party and your lovely bf takes care of you!
I content/warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol, mentions of being drunk, cigarette/smoking mention, college soccer player tom, college au
I word count: 1,093
I a/n: part of my college soccer ice series
Much to Ice’s chagrin, the team throws or attends a party after almost every game. If it’s a win, it’s to celebrate. If it’s a loss, it’s to commiserate. He doesn’t like drinking during soccer season, so he usually plays babysitter until everyone gets home. When you first asked Ice to go out with you, it was at a party, and you were endeared with the way he watched over the other boys and made sure they all stayed safe.
Now, you’re another person that Ice watches over at the party, especially if you’re drinking.
The other boys love when you tag along to parties, because it means they get to see the softer side of Ice that he doesn’t usually show to them. It’s even better when you’re drunk, because he’s extra lovey to you, and the guys eat it up.
You’re sprawled out on Ice’s lap while he lounges on the couch. Much to his dismay, there was a frat party so that is where he’s spending his Friday night, rather than relaxing with you.
His hand moves up and down your bare leg soothingly, distracting himself until you’re ready to leave. Your skin is warm under his palm, and he revels in the way you’ve gone limp in his lap, fully comfortable with—on—him. You’ve had about one seltzer too many, and Ice makes a mental note to grab you a bottle of water when you let him up.
Your finger traces his jawline up-and-down until you get bored with that and shift in his lap. “Icey,” You whisper, leaning forward like you’re going to share a secret.
He doesn’t even get a chance to answer before you’re placing your palms on either side of his face, squishing his cheeks, and forcing his lips to pucker. You press a sloppy kiss to his mouth, before releasing his face.
“What did you need, baby?” He hums, a fond expression taking over his features.
“Nothin’.” You mumble, suddenly shy. “Just wanted to kiss you.”
He laughs, warm and deep, running his hand over your back again. “Yeah?” He wonders. “You wanna do it again?”
You nod eagerly, falling even more into him when he presents his lips. They’re warm and gentle against your own, and you giggle into his mouth, hands curling into the hair at the nape of his neck.
“You’re so pretty,” You whisper when you pull away.
“I have to tell you something.” He says, mirroring your tone. “You’re even prettier.”
A delighted shriek leaves your lips and you squish him in a hug again.
One seltzer too many, turned into too many drinks entirely, in just a couple of short hours. You’d gone to the bathroom with one of your friends and came back drunker than you had been before, with a wasted Goose in tow, giggling at something you were whispering in his ear.
“Alright, I think you’ve both had enough.” Ice states, standing up briskly, and deftly slipping an arm around your side.
“You mean we’re leaving?” Goose whines, resting his head on Ice’s shoulder.
“Afraid so, bud.” Ice nods. He pulls his phone out to text his team—double checking that no one else needs a ride home—before corralling you and Goose to his car.
In anticipation of this happening, he’d parked as close to the run-down fraternity house as possible.
Ice man-handles Goose into the backseat so that he can focus fully on you. He’s bent at the waist, leaning over you to slide the seatbelt across your body. Once it’s clicked into place, he presses his lips to your temple, lingering for longer, before making his way to the driver’s seat.
He listens to you ramble on about a plethora of things, a fond smile on his face as he holds one of your hands in his.
When he pulls up to the house he shares with the other members of his soccer team, Mav is standing, propped up against the side of the house, smoking a drunk cigarette. Ice has no idea how Mav beat him home, considering he was in the middle of a keg stand when Ice left with you and Goose.
“Mav!” Goose is suddenly yelling, half of his body hanging outside the window that Ice didn’t even hear him open.
“Jesus, Goose, get back in the car!” Ice calls, using the driver door access to close the back window when Goose heaves his body back inside the car.
It’s a long journey from the car to the front door, especially with you leaning more than half of your body weight on your boyfriend, while Goose is tugging him by the hand, eager to get inside and eat a snack.
Slider is inside—and sober—and Ice breathes a sigh of relief. He would’ve liked to have been the one to stay home, but right now he’s just happy Slider can help take care of Goose and Mav, and he can worry about getting you up to bed.
“Long night?” Slider jokes, wrapping his hand around Goose’s bicep so he can lead him into the kitchen.
“C’mon Goosey, I’ve got pizza rolls for you and Mav.”
“Thanks Sli.” Ice smiles, nodding at his friend before focusing fully on you. Usually Ice loves his bedroom—the only one on the third floor of the old house—but right now he’s wishing it wasn’t so that it wouldn’t be as far for you to walk. You’ve got your arms wrapped around his torso now, head pressed into his chest.
“M’tired, Icey.” You whine. “Can we take an elevator?”
He chuckles into the top of your head. “We don’t have one, honey.” He shoves his phone into his back pocket, slings your purse into the bend of his arm, before crouching in front of you.
“Hop on, baby.”
“Really!?” You coo, with much more energy than you currently possess.
“Really.” He’s smiling but you can’t see it, and you clamber onto his back with a huff.
“Got it!” You cheer, nestling your cheek against his shoulder. He’s steady through two flights of stairs, not even quivering when he gently deposits you on his bed.
“You’re so strong,” You coo happily. “Thank you for carrying me, Icey.”
“You don’t have to thank me honey,” He smiles, full and sincere. “Always gonna take care of you.”
You giggle, reaching up to lock your arms around his neck. You grin grows impossibly big when he plasters kisses to the top of your head.
“C’mon sweet girl, let’s get you ready for bed.”
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Bad Decisions - T.H. (series)
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frat!Tom x Reader - Fake dating AU
Summary: Tom and Y/N, two students with opposite personalities, join forces to solve a problem: they both desperately need a fake relationship to escape different social pressures. Tom wants to fend off unwanted suitors, while Y/N seeks to prove to her family that she's overcome a difficult breakup. As they delve into this game of appearances, genuine feelings begin to emerge, challenging the fine line between what is real and what is just an act.
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Avery's TopGun:Maverick recs pt.2
alrighty, almost 3 months later, here is my list of favourite TopGun: Maverick fics that no one asked for. like last time, it's mostly hangman, rooster and a bit of bobby boy. but i am slowly starting to fall for mickey and coyote.
please make sure to follow the age limit set by the writers!
jake "hangman" seresin
Fuck: The Universe (mini-series) by @roosterbruiser
okay maybe this is recency bias, because i did read this whole mini series yesterday and today, but still. it checks all the boxes, and of course i love the trope of jake is an ass to everyone but his girl, who also happens to be way better than him. also part 7 cracked me up.
real friends (series) by @starlightstories
i read real friends then found fuck: the universe, and i realized i really really really like the loverboy jake grumpy reader trope. i have no shame.
hey stupid, i love you (one shot) by @callsignseagull
okay this fic is very personal to me. i genuinely felt like the reader in this fic because i'm going through a very similar thing right now, and it tamed so many of my insecurities. i can't wait to reread soon!
loving you is... (series) by @demxters
guys frat hangman. that's all.
sleepy baby (series) by @discount-shades
the lengths at which this man goes just to find his princess, goals.
Where I'm From (one-shot) by @sometimes-i-write-good
sweet man jake, back at it again stealing hearts
Minimal Losses (series) by @ohtobeleah
this series and the rooster prequel NCIS ARE SO GOOD. im a sucker for this shit.
Sweet Nothings (series) by @sweetlittlegingy
yup! yup! yup! make sure you get your blood sugar checked before reading this because it's so damn sweeeeeet
Seeing Red (series) by @call-sign-jinx
picture this: its 2015, you're on wattpad and every single fic is a social media fic. but THIS? this is everything. the amount of work that goes into making a single text screenshot, not to mention the plot! its truly incredible and had be crying, laughing and sitting on the edge of my seat. i can't praise this series, and the other fics in this universe, enough.
yours (one-shot) by @theharddeck
this one... yeah its cute. but its down right sinful as well
bradley "rooster" bradshaw
I Will Always Love You (one-shot) by @amysteryspot
this one is short and sweet and honestly made me cry while eating my blt quarter pounder.
Pamper Night (on-shot) by @dagger-wren
okay this fic started as a cute little date night/self care night fic. BUT THEN, the ending had me falling in love with this dysfunctional squad. of course rooster and his girl are mom and dad, like who else.
Eat It, Twilight (one-shot) by @fandomxpreferences
okay i know this is a hangman fic, but i dont care. the rooster bff part was what i loved the most. also the plot is highlarious, and its probably because i was high when i read it, but still. chefs kiss.
Terms of Endearment (series) by @ohtobeleah
this series will be the death of me. each time a new chapter gets released im holding my breath on whether its gonna be all angst or all fluff. but either way i know its beautifully written.
And They Were Roommates (series) by @starryeyedstories
this. its hilarious and i cannot wait for more!
robert "bob" floyd
Christmas Gift (on-shot) by @call-sign-jinx
one of the most common bob fics i see is him with a teacher, and honestly i love it. who else would be as sweet and as patient as this man. i have the utmost respect for anyone who works in education, ESPECIALLY those who work with kids under 13. anyways, love this fic.
King of My Heart (one-shot) by @croimilis
dunk bob is the sweetest person ever!
Apple pie (mini-series) by @andorskenobi
the warning is very real, pls take it seriously <3
honorable mentions:
@sunlightmurdock @callsignvalley @toms-gf @make-me-imagine @callsignsaturn @madsnowstorm @jupitercomet @katsu28 @sehnsuchts-trunken @roosterforme (literally anything emily writes will be on a rec list i make)
i just wanna send my love to all the writers on this platform. whether you're just posting your first fic, or just finishing your 5th series, i appreciate you so much. i don't always have the time to comment and i'm dumb and don't understand how to reblog efficiently (working on it), but please know that all the effort and time you put in to making these works is truly admirable and i wish i was as talented as any of you.
okay thats all for now. i need to start making these more often cause theres so many i left out, i was just too lazy to scroll and find them.
#top gun maverick#hangman x reader#lt. bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster x reader#jake seresin#jake seresin x reader#bob floyd#robert floyd#bob x reader#bradley bradshaw fanfiction#jake seresin fanfiction#jake seresin x y/n#jake hangman seresin#top gun imagine
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King of Your Heart
Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Chapter 3 "Make me"
summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.
inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley
warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is lowkey toxic, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, self-hate (both characters), unwanted advances (not frankie or reader), alcohol consumption, frankie "pussy eating king" morales, smut, oral (f! rec.), unprotected sex, yearning, secrets, no y/n, pet names, switch!Frankie, switch!Reader, blind dates, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt, praise kink, reader has complicated relationship with her body, Frankie is a dick (later)
inside the world of king of your heart
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The hair dryer sits on the bathroom counter, perfume bottles lined up waiting to be chosen. Your whole skincare routine is littered across the sink. Why are you doing this? You don't even want to date. But you are doing this for Benny. Being a good friend and maybe this blind date will change your mind about relationships. You spray the fine mist on your face locking the makeup. You look at your phone hoping you will see a text from Frankie who hasn't spoken to you since the night at the bar.
He bailed on you and the rest of the group the other night, it was poker night and he told Pope that he wasn't feeling well. He lied because he couldn't face you.
Frankie sits at home, staring at the phone trying to muster up the courage to text you and coax you into his bed. He didn't want you to go on the blind date, he knows that you aren't looking to date. At least that's what he keeps telling himself.
Would you be mad at him if he texted you to not go on the date and just have sex all night? Or would you be thanking him for saving you from a god-awful date?
You sighed slipping your phone into your purse and spraying a perfume you don't even like on your neck. Benny texts you the address to the bar, putting it in the maps app. You sit in your car for a moment hoping your phone will glow with the 'come over' text from Frankie. A minute passes adding to your ETA, each mile brings down the time, and pieces of hope break away with each rotation of your tires.
Benny was waiting out front with his lady friend and a man you'd never seen before, he was tall but lean not like Frankie who was more broad and muscular, and you snapped out of your thoughts. Why were you comparing him to Frankie? You wave at them as you pass by to pull into a parking spot. You look in the mirror to check your lip gloss and run your finger through your hair.
You walk up to Benny and hug him then his date, Mari who was just so beautiful.
"This is Daniel," Mari introduces you to him, he calls you beautiful and tells you about how he saw your Instagram and just was floored by your beauty. You give a friendly smile. He seems nice, the 4 of you walked into the bar and ordered drinks. The usual first-date topics were flowing from Daniel, but you weren't asking them back he took it upon himself to just talk about himself.
You sipped your drink, nodding along to whatever story he was telling about his job or whatever. Your mind drifted to what would the evening would be like if you were with Frankie sitting on the couch making out.
Drinks kept flowing, Benny and Mari broke off to go into their own world leaving you completely at Daniel's mercy. He kept speaking so you took it upon yourself to pick apart the man in front of you.
Sure he was attractive but he was that 'pretty boy' attractiveness, conventually attractive. He was nice to look at but he was missing that darkness that you like. He wasn't broken in any kind of way. No trauma. Just another ex-frat guy who had a business degree and worked for some investment company. He wasn't special. He wasn't Frankie.
Why are you thinking about Frankie?
"You look like fun," Daniel leans down to your ear and whispers. You could feel yourself cringe physically. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You rolled your eyes taking a sip of shitty whiskey Daniel for the both of you. "Wanna show me?" He slides his hand further down your back, you reach behind you to grab his wandering hand. Daniel presses his hand to grab a fistful of your ass.
"Dude, fuck off," You push him away causing him to stumble back, your eyes darted around looking for Benny. Daniel scoffs looking like a fool trying to catch his balance. "Don't act like you don't want this," He gestures to his whole body. You set your glass on the bar and sized him up, giving him a glare that would make any person piss their pants.
The glint in your eyes was dark, you stepped forward and got right in his face. "I will say this one last time and I will not repeat myself unless you want to be six feet under. Fuck off." You spat in Daniel's face, you watched how he swallowed hard and his ego crumble to the ground. You smiled grabbing your purse from the bar turning around and walking out the door.
It was like you were blinded by the feeling of disgust and wanting to crawl out of your skin. You were at Frankie's white door, your knuckles rap two knocks on it. Frankie gets up from the couch and opens the door.
The sun had just set, and the stars were out in the sky dancing above your head. The glow from the porch light makes you seem like an angel sent from the gods. Your eyes weren't sparkling they were dark and unalive. You eye Frankie's khaki cargo pants, blue shirt, and his beloved hat sitting on top of the mess of curls. A step forward and a step back were made, and you pushed Frankie into the house, slamming the door behind you.
Frankie's mouth fell open but no words came out, your body was pulled into his like a magnet. "I want you to destroy me, Frankie," You pressed your body into his broad build, feeling his arousal poking your hip. Frankie's hands make purchase on your lower back, his lips locking with yours. You taste like whiskey and your sweet saliva. Frankie licking into your mouth, wanting to devour you. Hands making work of discarding anything keeping your skin away from his.
"Be a good boy and make me feel good," You moan out as Frankie's lip kisses down your neck, nipping the thin skin around your throat. It was like the universe was on his side, sending you to his house with complete desperation. Frankie pushes you against the front door and gets on his knees.
"Spread your legs, princess," Frankie kisses your thighs, and you open your legs inviting him between them. He dips his head and lays a kiss on your mound traveling to your lips, Frankie rests your legs on his shoulders holding you up with strength. His tongue dips into your folds, collecting your slick on his tongue. He groans when your taste meets his taste buds. The vibrations go directly to your clit. You moan gripping his hair and pulling him in closer to your wet pussy. His tongue darts in and out of your dripping cunt and his nose bumps your clit as Frankie eats you out.
"F-fuck, make me cum," You were a babbling mess, his mouth on you, having you melt by the work of his tongue. Frankie looks at you, watching your head lull against the door, seeing how your chest heaves from panting and withering above him. Frankie reaches down and pulls himself out from the constricting briefs. His mouth leaves you for a moment, his finger sliding inside you collecting your wetness and using it to coat his hard cock.
You gaze down at him, stroking himself. He quickly brings his mouth to your clit, sucking hard while he pleasures himself. "Cum for me, baby," Frankie breaks away just to say and you couldn't hold back anymore. You bit your lip hard enough to taste slight copper your eyes squeezing shut, your thighs clamped around his head as you felt white hot bliss explode through your body.
"That's it, princess, such a good girl for me," Frankie whispers watching you fall apart because of him. You take a deep breath, your body shaking as Frankie helps you to the couch. Resting you on the armrest, he pushes your body on the couch. His cock notches at your entrance and pushes in without warning.
You scream out his name feeling his hard length stretching you out. Frankie watches your mouth fall open letting out a guttural groan, your hips meeting his. Frankie leans down and mounts himself on top of you. Sweat dripping down his neck and onto your back. Skin slapping and your juices dripping your thighs and coating his.
Your clit rubbing on the armrest was giving you the right amount of friction with Frankie slamming into you. "So fucking tight, baby," Frankie fists your hair, pulling you up to capture your lips, his tongue slides against yours, allowing you to taste yourself. "Harder! Please!" You cry out, Frankie grips your hips as his hips snap into your ass. The coil in your stomach winds up tighter, Frankie whimpers feeling your walls flutter around his thick cock.
"I want you to cum again, princess, do it for me," Frankie demands, he slide one hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit harder as his cock drills into your fucked out hole. You could feel the electricity flowing to your toes when you released around his cock. "That's my girl," Frankie pants, your pussy clenches at his praise, making his thrust stutter and spilling into you. Frankie crumbles on top of you, breathing heavily letting out whimpers in your ear. The feeling of him pulling out makes you moan, feeling his cum drip out of you.
Frankie gathers his strength and stands up while helping you to the shower. You both wash each other in silence, your legs trembling as you try so hard to stay upright. Frankie holds you letting the water stream down your back.
"What happened?" Frankie breaks the silence. You let out a sigh and buried your head into his chest. "The guy was a prick, tried to touch me," You could feel the tears sting your waterline. Frankie tenses up and squeezes you trying to bring you in closer. "I told him off but...I just felt so objectified." You couldn't help but spill the truth.
Frankie helps you out of the shower and dresses you in his clothes. Silence fills the air again. You were on the edge of falling asleep when Frankie left the bedroom. He was furious that anyone wouldn't treat you with respect.
Why didn't Benny stop the guy? Where was your friend when you needed help? Frankie paces the living room. Debating if he should go find the asshole himself and give him a beating or if he should go find Benny and give him a piece of his mind for not being a friend and making sure you were okay. Frankie quietly peeks into his room, to see you sound asleep.
Frankie sighs out and takes his keys, locking up and putting his truck in drive. He didn't know what he was doing. Possessiveness clouds his decision-making.
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cast: ateez & txt & enhypen ✗ reader
synopsis: a collection of ateez, txt, and enhypen works based on author's favorite radiohead songs
genre: variative for each member
based on: music radiohead's discography from albums “the bends”, "ok computer", "kid a", "amnesiac", "in rainbows", and "ok computer oknotok 1997 2017" (1995-2017)
status: subterranean homesick alien out now!
message from the moon: do remember that this is fiction and all the actions the idols do in these works do not reflect what they are in the real world. this is a non-priority anthology so all stories are standalone, won't have any schedule for deadlines, and will be written on my availability! also, note that the infos written below aren't the final one so i can add/subtract anything such as each of the synopsis which will have its final form when the certain fic is released
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you're turning into something you are not
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genre: romantic comedy, greek life au, college au, angst, mature content (smut)
inspired by: literature the prince and the pauper (1881)
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genre: adventure, sci-fi, romance, dystopian, angst
inspired by: movie wall-e (2008)
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inspired by: tv show black mirror (2011-present)
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there was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
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one by one
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inspired by: documentary meeting people is easy (1998)
it is the 21st century
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inspired by: folk story mulan
because we separate like ripples on a blank shore
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genre: drama, toxic relationship, friends to lovers au, angst, mature content (smut)
the beat goes round and round
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genre: time-loop, science fiction, mystery, drama, fantasy, romance, gang au
inspired by: movie groundhog day (1993) meets musical west side story
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let down ; exit music (for a film) - time wave
weird fishes/arpeggi - troubled pixies
all i need ; go slowly ; spectre - isobel
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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 5
Tom Hiddleston x OFC
Series rated: M
Chapter warnings: drinking
AN: Sorry for the delay- I got sidelined yesterday by the company Holiday party, a fishbowl and peer pressure. I don't think the country club expected the company president to lead frat party level shenanigans during a Ortho Surgery company holiday party but it was, as is always when Pres can sneak a fishbowl in behind the CEO's back, legendary. Bone Bros may be the jocks of the healthcare and surgical world but they're the best to party with.
Chapter 4 Masterlist Chapter 6
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Chapter 5
Shame.
That’s what she felt as she pulled onto the street.
She hadn’t told him, she didn’t know how to. Maybe it wouldn’t matter. Maybe she would pull in and he would bulk before she had even had a chance to park. Maybe he would say he was too good to be seen in a place like this. Maybe he wouldn’t even get out of the car. Maybe he would demand to be taken back.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
The gates to the apartment complex were wide open. That wasn’t anything new. They had been broken for as long as she had lived in her unit though the complex advertised themselves as a secured complex.
They would be fixed this winter, or so she was told every single winter.
“Is this it?”
She answered his question with a noise as she turned into a wing of the parking lot.
Trash littered the sidewalks and kids were yelling on the playground as the car slowly pulled up in front of a crumbling set of concrete stairs. The buildings was painted what she affectionately called ‘shit brown’ with tan trimmings. Balconies overhung the three floor apartment buildings.
When the engine cut, he didn’t hesitate to open the door and step out. He didn’t show any hesitation either as he pulled his suitcase and carry on from the back of her car.
“Lead the way.” His voice was level, calm, and schooled giving her no insight as to what may have been going on behind his eyes.
“Are you sure?” She bit her lip nervously.
“Are you trying to scare me away?” A small smile tugged the corners of his lips.
“No, but-”
“Than yes, I’m sure.” There was that steel in him again. It was something she had only gotten fleeting glimpses of. There was a harder side to him, hidden under charming fluff. When he put his mind to something, it seemed that the steel would surface to ensure there was follow through.
Without a way to convince him otherwise, she lead the way up the flight of stairs. He carried his bags easily, though she had a deep hatred for these stairs thanks to the hassle they caused her every time she went to do laundry.
A note was taped to her second floor door. The AC had managed to get fixed, thank god, it was supposed to be in the hundreds in the next few days.
“Everything okay?” Tom asked as he set his suitcase on the landing behind her.
“AC’s fixed.” Crumpling the paper, she tossed it into the small trash can beside the door and made a mental note to deal with it later. What she didn’t tell him was that the apartment complex blamed her for the broken unit and demanded she not set the temperature below 80 degrees.
Unlocking the door, she stepped inside. At least for the moment, the temperature inside the unit was a relief. It was a mater of time though and it would feel suffocating.
“This is it.” She held the door open for him and waved her arm inside. “Don’t worry about your shoes- it looks like the repairmen didn’t think twice about tracking dirt inside.”
The front door opened into a small living room. Next to the front door was a sliding glass door that opened onto a small balcony that Tom saw from the ground. Across from the front door was a flight of stairs. A small kitchen was in the back of the living room. Three simple barstools were tucked under the island bar.
Dirt was tracked in from the front door, leaving a trail lit up by the desert sun across the impersonation wood floors. There was a small couch -there was no way he would fit on it- on one side of the wall and a TV stand and flat screen TV across from it. A bookshelf packed full of books stood next to the TV.
“You can put your bags where ever.” She gestured to the small space. “I guess I’ll give you the grand tour.”
Never in her life had she felt so ashamed, while she watched a small bug crawl along the wall by the door. Hopefully he hadn’t seen it.
“This is pretty much it.” There wasn’t much to show him. “There’s upstairs too.”
The stairs creaked under their weight as they climbed the narrow staircase. He was quiet behind her, only adding to her anxiety.
If only he would say something. Anything would be good enough. Tell her it was too small. Say the apartment wasn’t good enough for him. Insist that he couldn’t stay there. Change his mind. Insult her. Something. Anything.
“Here’s the bathroom,” She turned into the room doorway on the left and gestured to the fixtures. The room was long and narrow with a sliding door separating the sink and toilet area from the shower area. At the other end, just in front of the foot of the tub was another door which she led him through.
The design of the apartment was weird, she knew it. The doorway opened up into a second sink area with a rod for clothes. There was no door on this cubby of a room, allowing it to flow right into the bedroom.
She grabbed a cordless vacuum, reaching down and unplugging it quickly. It wasn’t loud when she turned it on, running it quickly over the floor and into the hallway.
“What’s behind this door?” Tom pointed to the door that was skipped by going through the bathroom.
“Oh.” Her heart sank. “It’s nothing-” She rushed him downstairs, vacuuming behind his feet. She had slipped her feet out of her shoes and kicked them back toward her bedroom.
“Can I help with anything?” Tom asked as she ran the vacuum around the living room. She assured him that she had it under control, and she did, leaving him to look at the books.
There were novels, old and new on the shelf of many genres. There were also coloring books, workbooks and children’s books.
On the shelf was a framed picture of a small family. A younger Mia was center holding a small baby with sandy blond hair. A tall blonde man had his arms wrapped around them both.
“Is this him?” Tom asked, picking the frame up when the vacuum cut.
“What?” Her heart dropped when she saw the picture. It was such a part of her environment, she had forgotten it was even there. There was no more hiding. There was no more pretending. There was no more protecting.
"Yeah,” She took the picture from him and looked down at it for a moment. It was a snapshot from when she thought she could never have been happier. “The woman in this picture thought she was going to marry a man who would support her always. Who would love her always. Who would be their for his daughter. Instead she was a woman being run around on.”
“Daughter?” Tom looked down at her as she set the picture back in it’s place.
“That room, upstairs. It’s my daughter’s.”
“How old is she?” Tom turned to face her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Look, I don’t- I don’t want you to think I agreed to get to money or to use you.” She couldn’t look at him.
“Than why did you?” His voice was soft.
“It seemed to matter to you a lot, that’s all.” Stepping away, she put space between them. “I don’t want anything from you. I just-” The ringing of her phone cut her off. Ashely’s name lit up the screen in her hand.
“It’s okay.” Tom nodded toward the phone.
“Are you still alive?” Ashley’s teasing tone did little to cover her worry. “Where are you?”
“I’m home. Still alive. Haven’t been murdered yet.”
“You’re home?”
She directed her attention to Tom, “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable?” He nodded to her as she directed her attention back to the phone. “We’re home.”
“What?!” Ashley squawked. “You brought him home. To your apartment. Your s-h-i-t bag of an apartment?!”
“I didn’t have much choice.” But she knew she did. Tom offered, he pressured lightly but as far as the time she can remember with him, he has never really forced anything, just pushed with that hard edge.
“I got called into work. Justin is working tonight too…”
“Shit. Okay. It can’t be helped.” Mia ran a hand through her hair. What was she going to say. How was she going to explain this. How could she know, really know, that her daughter was safe.
“I’ll feed her lunch first so you can sort whatever mess you’ve made of your life out.”
“Gee, thanks. Love you too.” The line disconnected, leaving Mia alone with the consequences of her actions.
“Is everything alright?” Tom crossed the room in a few strides. There simply wasn’t a lot of room to cross.
“Yeah, it’s nothing.” It wasn’t nothing. She wasn’t sure how she would manage to sleep tonight with a strange man in the same house as her daughter.
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With time ticking down, they sat on the couch and talked. Mia was perhaps the most honest she had been. There was no going back, Ashley would deliver Sally to the apartment soon.
She told Tom of the wonderful five year old that lived in the house, how she had a perfectly fine bed but insisted on sleeping on a blanket on the floor. Tom listened to her as she talked about picky eating and noise. He listened as she told him of tearful nights crying for her father- a man she remembered the idea of far more than anything else.
“She sounds lovely.” Tom smiled.
“You’re not angry I didn’t tell you earlier?”
A warm hand rested on her back and rubbed between her shoulders. These small acts of tender affection were far and few between. Again, the kind touch caught her off guard.
“You wanted to protect her. I can’t fault you for wanting to feel out a man you’re bringing into her life- even less so in our current situation.”
“How are you with kids?” A text to her phone let her know Ashley would be arriving in a few short minutes.
“I think I do well enough. I don’t have any of my own, of course -” That felt like a needle to her “- but my sisters have them as do some of my friends.”
Knocking on the door told Mia her time was up. It was either introduce Tom to Sally as… something or ask a neighbor to watch her. There wasn’t enough notice for her to ask neighbors, she’d been counting on Ashley.
~~~~~<3
“Oh no,” her head swam on a sea of alcohol. It had been years since she had this much fun and even longer since she had this much to drink.
“What is it?” The man- his name- asked her. What was his name?
“I lost my necklace.” She pouted. It wasn’t an expensive one or anything but she had so very little nice jewelry.
“Oh dear!” He pulled her to face him and leaned down to inspect her neck and chest before declaring as if it was news, “It’s gone.”
“I know.” She pouted before sighing. “Oh well.”
With him leaning down just so, he didn’t tower over her nearly as much. It was impulsive but she threw her arms around his neck. Leaning up on her toes, she kissed the tip of his nose. A boyish grin lit up his face and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“We need to get you a necklace.” He decided.
“I can’t.” She pouted. “No money. No jewelry. Naked neck.”
“We can’t have that.” He decided, pulling away from her only to take her hand in his. Pulling her along, he lead the way to the first jewelry store he found that was open.
“I can’t afford any of this stuff.” She sighed, looking at sparkling necklaces and bracelets.
“Why not?”
“I’m poor.” She laughed, dragging out the word as if it was a joke but tears gathered in her eyes just the same. “Gotta make sure I’ve got money for rent and groceries.”
“Do you need a prince to sweep you off your feet and save you?” He joked, dancing her down the length of the jewelry case.”
“Princes don’t exist in real life. They make you think they do and leave.”
“They do in England.” Tom nodded wisely. “I’ll buy you a necklace. Any one you want.”
“You can’t!” She protested. “They’re expensive.”
“It’s my fault you lost it.” He leaned down and kissed her nose, much like she had done to him. “And I can afford it.”
“I can’t. I’m drunk but I’m not drunk enough to take handouts.”
“What if we were married. Then could I buy you a necklace?” They nearly tripped over the chairs in front of a lower section of the counter.
“It would be your job.” her smile was as intoxicating as the whiskey they had drank all evening. “Too bad we’re not.”
“Then let’s get married.”
~~~~~<3
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#bucky barnes x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#steve harrington x reader#peter parker x reader#tom holland x reader#nathan drake x reader#t's commissions#writing commissions#fanfiction commissions#gif commissions
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here i am requesting your much fuller year-end fic list 🤲
And here I am, givin' it to ya! I was gonna link to my earlier top 10, but someone messaged me that one of those fics was stolen, so BOOOOO ON THAT "AUTHOR," behold, a full list of my faves from One Direction land in 2022--minus that one--under the cut!
H&L drabbles series, onlylearsfool, 1k, Please @god, let this series continue!
Hanging Around, @homosociallyyourss, 1.4k, Nesting alpha/alpha 4 life!
makes me wanna try her on, @mercutionotromeo, 1.6k, Sexting!
isn't it delicate, stretchmybones, 1.8k, FISTING, in this economy!
Open for Business, onlylearsfool, 2.5k, Frat house glory hole!
I love it when you do it like that, @likelarryfics, 2.5k, Fuckin' in the KFC parking lot!
Tossed Salad and Scrambled Eggs, yeah_alright/ @uhoh-but-yeah-alright, 2.6k, Boob squeezing in the kitchen like it's a dancefloor!
Heat of the Moment, anonymous, 2.6k, Trope city, this whole series!
she makes you want her love, enbyharry/ @non-binharry, 2.7k, BLs cry over it!
Blinding Lights, @lhhomefics, 2.8k, Angie!!
desperate times, anonymous, 2.8k, Addicted to lactating and stuck in an elevator!
Only Gonna Touch It, @lovingstheantidote, 3k, THE hottest bath in the world!
Feel my breath upon your thighs, cuckootrooke/ @larrydoinglaundry, 3k, This happened in this interview, I just know it!
I Can Be Your Vice and With Just One Look, @littleroverlouis, 3k and 4k
strawberry daiquiri, @justanothershadeofblue, 3.2k, Canon AND watersports AND gender!
brothers? @thedevilinmybrain, 3.4k, Liam's faux pas --> fun roleplay!
as if life were invented for love, daffodilsforlou/ @polaroidlouis, 3.5k, Harry is a MILF and MILFs are tops!
I Like Different Places (Nobody Calls It a Sin), YesIsAWorld/ @louandhazaf, 3.7k, Polyamory comin' out!
see or touch or use, @jishlerfics, 3.7k, Tender BDSM from the best in the biz!
Did You Ever Feel Like a Fire Hydrant (And all your friends are dogs), anonymous, 3.8k, Is as it says!
Patterned with Love, amistillthatgirl, 3.9k, Age play CANON, shout out to Harry Lambert!
honey, that's alright, enbyharry/ @non-binharry, 4k, Mommy likes to get high!
in the shallow water, you can swim around me (i won't mind), enbyharry/ @non-binharry, 4.6k, Put two fingers in your pussy, mommy!
seven hours behind, justanothershadeofblue, 4.8k, Phone sex and nostalgia!
Desperate series, anonymous, 4.9k, The kind of filth that reminds me of 2013!
Southern Comfort, @kingsofeverything, 5k, A girl direction GREAT from the wankfest!
complicated freak, @likelarryfics, 5k, Gang bang fantasies DO come true!
Compound O, anonymous, 5.3k, Hormones and humiliation!
Top of the Tree, anonymous, 5.3k, The 2013 polyamory/orgy energy--off the CHARTS!
The Referral, @disgruntledkittenface, 5.4k, Tom Hardy threesome, yeah boiiiiii!
Copy of a…, nonsensedarling/ @absoloutenonsense, 5.5k, Triumphant, SEXY return of the clone a willy!
Santa's Good Boy, wellington28, 5.7k, Is as it says!
Worth the Risk, @lhhomefics, 5.8k, Louis's crush on Lando IS canon!
right where you are, that's where I am, etherealbliss/ @givesuethemoon, 6k, Painfully on point current canon!
Your Skin on Mine (I'm Losing Control), livelaughlovelarry/ @loveislarryislove, 6k, Birthday kinks, activated!
fuck a titan, save the world, rainblou, 6k, Fave crack author alert!
sweat, @bluestgrey, 6k, Old-school PWP, snowballing even!
come my love be one with the sea, cuckootrooke/ @larrydoinglaundry, 6.4k, Mermaid Harry!
Down to Be a Distraction, quickedween/ @becomeawendybird, 6.5k, Always weak for footie!Louis/model!Harry!
with love on the line, @disgruntledkittenface, 7k, Polyamory negotiations!
Almost Easy, crimsontheory/ @ireallysawanangel, 8k, We're strangers meeting for the first time!
some time to borrow, everysingleday/ @sun-lt, 8.8k, The way this feels so real on every single level!
no one's gonna know, jishler/ @jishlerfics, 9k, All tied up!
Every night, I've got you in my arms., @monamourstyles, 9.5k, Should we just keep driving!
I Just Wanna Taste It (aka the Waffle Fic), larry_hiatus/ @larry-hiatus, 10k, Vibe = OT5 filth from 2013!
it's enough (to make a girl blush), @bluestgrey, 10k, Sundresses and public sex!
Larry Omo series, larrsyh0me, 12k, Omorashi, let's gooooo!
cut through the static, bellaritess/ @clumsyclifford, 14k, The sheer BANTER of this!
On Thin Ice, @neondiamond, 16k, Olympic hockey AU!
Medicine series, anonymous, 20k, WHEW, every installment, its own gem, especially no. 7!
thinking about you (little freak, jezebel), abaddxns/ @momrryrights, 21k, We love canon muffing!
You Can Lay Your Hands on Me, abaddxns/ @momrryrights, 37k, Part II, baby BDSM steps!
yeah, he's a looker (but i really think it's guts that matter), @thedevilinmybrain, 40k, Oli runs sex errands, jealously!
Golden Rose series, MushroomMushroom28, 120k, WHEWWWWWWWW, everything in these tags!
Of Mates and Men, @bananaheathen, 630k, Fic of the goddamned YEAR!
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the loving game
pairing ➳ frat!tom x reader (smau)
tom holland, the most wanted fratboy in your campus, had already decided that he’d never fall for anyone but he can barely resist your smile, much less the little music notes you draw on top of his notes when you get paired for a project. the only problem? your brother might not like the whole ordeal.
okay so after lots and lots of thinking i’ve decided that i wanna post this even if it is the most cringy thing idek 😭✨ i do hope some people like it!
disclaimer ➳ i do not pose to be any of the people/characters stated in these series, these are just face claims made for storytelling and entertainment purposes and not meant to hurt anyone’s sentiments.
warnings ➳ loads of cringe, fluff, lil bit of angst
➳ intros
➳ one
➳ two
➳ three
➳ four
➳ five
➳ six
➳ epilogue
･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. taglist | main masterlist .* :☆ﾟ.
taglist: @httphollands @the-girl-in-the-chair @spideyspeaches @prancerrparkerr @hollandslittlekoala @usergarfields @theglitterymess @quaksonhehe @lowkey-holland @starlight-starks @piscesparker @didthebadthing @wildxwidow @blankspaceblankday @raajali3 @kelieah @mcushvft @tommyfroggie @saturnpeter @ellabellabus07 @comfort-reads @uwiuwi
#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland x you#tom holland imagine#frat!tom holland#social media au#tom holland smau#frat!tom x reader#tom holland fluff
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Dude… I discovered your page today and read dozens of frat!peter blurbs…imagining andrew…but i saw a peter parker series and it is tom holland…i feel so dumb rn
my og work is tom holland bc i personally prefer mcu peter BUT peter is peter and we ALL should enjoy frat!peter so for the last year or so i've been neutral so literally any peter could fit.
this message means it works. look at me go!!!
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𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
❀=Fluff. ❤=Favorite. ✰=Angst
Spider-man/Peter Parker
Rest Under The Stars❀
Closeness Lines Over Time Series❀✰
Horror Night❀❤
Face Masks❀
The Truth❀✰
The Lime Light Prologue, 1
Ghost
Share The Night❀
Who Is She❀❤✰
Hot Summer Night❀✰
Three Taps❀✰
Pretend❀✰
Steve Harrington
(Soon)
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Wedding Bells✰
Tom Holland
Frat!Tom❀ 1
Mob!Tom 1, 2, 3, 4,
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tom holland - fics recommendation ✯
the (y/n) lively-reynolds (series) (@liberty-barnes )
→tom holland x famous!reader this is so amazing and funny PLS-
instead of you (series) (@wazzupmrstark )
→tom holland x reader (sam's best friend) (i need updates i need to know what's gonna happen)
bound to you series (@vendettaparker )
→tom holland x reader (royal AU) this is so so good (be ready to get mad at tom though)could talk about it for hours and make lots of parallels with taylor swift songs
miss americana & the heartbreak prince (series) @alltoowelltom
→tom holland x famous!reader/ fake dating/ a lot of taylor swift references... SO GOOD
slow dancing (@saturnpeter )
→tom holland x reader i'm a sucker for a slow dance, this is so cute
painted picture (@tom-holland-parker )
→single dad!tom holland x reader love the single parent trope and his daughter is the cutest ever
the worst best man (@takenbyheartstrings )
→tom holland x reader. reader and tom' s wedding, harrison being the best best man ever
the lakes (where all the poets went do die) (@indouloureux )
→tom holland x reader inspired by the lakes (ts), so good!!
getaway car (@alltoowelltom )
→tom holland x reader THIS! THIS IS ALL I NEED
cold hands, soft love (@togrowoldinv )
→tom holland x reader this feels personal as my hands are always cold
between the lines (@userholland )
→frat!tom holland x reader tw: mentions of divorce, trust issues
people i don't like part one (@totheblood )
→frat!tom holland x reader (college!au, richkid!au)
painful back, fairy fingers (@thollandsdarling )
→tom holland x reader dedicate this one to my constant need of a back massage
shaking (@spideysbae )
→tom holland x reader tw: blood, mentions of anxiety, somehow hurt/comfort
sun kissed (@mirrorwxlls -can't tag them for some reason?)
→tom holland x reader kinda of childhood friends to lovers
lucky i can't say no (@t-lostinworlds )
→tom holland x reader in the history of finding a cat and tom warming up to him SO CUTE ONE OF MY FAVS
secret (@whatevsholland )
→college!tom holland x reader. secret relationship, accidental revelation, "enemies" to lovers
traditions with a twist (@wazzupmrstark )
→tom holland x reader christmas au! meeting tom's parents, gingerbread house contest
he dies in the end (@allfandomxreader )
→tom holland x reader angst with no fluff, hurt/no comfort, what the title says
cabin confessions (@t-lostinworlds )
→tom holland x reader halloween themed, enemies to lovers, forced proximity? SO GREAT
(if you are not comfortable being tagged here, please message me so i can edit this<3)
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The Bet
A Harry Holland mini series
Part 1 (the game begins)
Summery:
Tom bets Harry he can't make you fall in love with him.
Warnings: slut shaming, social anxiety, smut (thigh riding) cursing, boys being dumb, blood.
Masterlist
Mini series Masterlist
Taglist
Word count 6k
Weekends at the frat were always busy. It was like as soon as five pm on Friday rolled around it was a revolving door of people. Some people the boys knew, some people they had seen but never spoken to, and some people that were completely strangers. None of them minded of course, part of being in the frat was throwing parties and they were determined to do it better than any of the other fraternities on campus.
Most of the occupants of the frat were sitting in an area they usually claimed as their own on nights like these. Talking to each other and ignoring the rowdy party goers aside from the occasional attractive girl that would saunter by catching their eye (or boy in Travis' case). Tonight was no different.
Harry always steered away from girls who were drinking, he had a very specific set of rules, no alcohol, no leading on, and absolutely no falling in love with him. He knew it was strange, but he had a rugby Career to think of, and he planned on going pro. So he was straight forward if he started talking to a girl, hence the no Alcohol rule. Which brings us to the particular topic of today's conversation amongst the boys.
"All I'm saying," Tom announced, "is that, you either suck in bed, or girls are really not into you," there was a collective round of oos from the other guys as Harry rolled his eyes.
"I tell them they can't fall in love with me from the get go, keeps them from getting all clingy," Harry reminded Tom with a smirk.
Tom sighed as he took a swig of his drink, "I'm just saying, I doubt you could get a girl to fall in love with you, you're too cocky," he told his younger brother.
True to Tom's word Harry just scoffed, "I could have anyone in this room fall in love with me," he chuckled.
Tom narrowed his eyes on his younger brother. "Wanna bet on that?" He asked with a smirk.
That caught Harry's attention. "Fine, what'll it be?" Harry challenged.
"If you can get a girl of my choosing to fall in love with you, you win bragging rights," Tom explained.
Harry nodded as he mulled the idea in his head but it wasn't him who spoke next. "That could take weeks," Sam pointed out with a worried expression, he always seemed to be the most level headed of the three Hollands (Four when they were back home).
"Maybe," Tom shrugged, "but Mr.cocky over here could probably get it done faster," Tom glanced over to Harry to see his eyes narrowed at him.
"Fine," Harry agreed, "who will it be?"
Tom's finger was up and pointing across the room before Harry had even finished his sentence.
Every boy turned to where Tom was pointing, and there you stood. A drink in your hand that was still full from when you had gotten it an hour prior, standing beside your cousin and flatmate, as you didn't know anyone else there. Harry had never seen you, and didn't know a thing about you, but Tom (who had been sleeping with your cousin Malory) knew exactly who you were and what had brought you here, and he knew that out of everyone in this room, you would be the last person to fall for his brother.
"Who is that?" Harrison asked, breaking the silence and causing all of them to turn their attention from where you stood.
"Mal's cousin, she just transferred here," Tom explained.
Harry watched you for a few minutes more before turning back to his brother and sticking out his hand. Tom grasped his with his own and shook. "Got yourself a deal," Harry announced before finishing the beer in his hand, and gearing up to make his move.
Meanwhile, you were as uncomfortable as you had ever felt. Malory had told you coming out tonight would be good for you, help you get out of the funk you were most definitely in. But the truth was, you didn't want to be here, you would rather be anywhere but here.
Mal was popular, so there wasn't a moment where she wasn't introducing you to another person, and socially you were drained. You didn't want to have to tell another person who you were, or that you had transferred over from the states, and you definitely didn't want to tell them why. You spotted a boy with curly red hair making his way towards the two of you, he was cute, with nicely styled Auburn hair, a cute smile, and a generous dusting of freckles on his cheeks.
"Nope!" Mal yelled as she pointed a boney finger out towards him, "turn your ass around Holland Jr. And go find someone else," she told him strictly.
His hands flew up to his chest as though he had been stabbed by her words and he feigned heartache. "Me? What have I ever done to you Malory?" He questioned as he walked up until he was directly in front of the two of you.
He cast you a grin, before turning back to Malory. "I'm serious Harry," she warned, "don't even think about it," she told him with a look that threatened death.
The boy, who's name you had just learned was Harry, nodded at her. "I was just coming to say hi, I've never seen you around before," he turned his attention to you.
"What about the other fifty people you have never seen around before?" Malory asked before you could even respond.
Harry shrugged, "none of them caught my eye quite like her," he told her before turning back towards you.
You had to give it to him, he was good, maybe too good, as though he had done this time and time again.
You smiled politely. "Y/n." You said as you stuck your hand out for him to shake.
He grasped it in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the skin of your hand gently.
"Harry," he told you, though you had already gathered that.
"Ok, you introduced yourself, now go away. And tell that brother of yours to stay away from me tonight," Mal told him as she gave him a shove back towards a group of guys she had previously told you were the fraternity brothers.
A few to many people and an eternity later, you were standing alone, watching a sea of drunk people dancing like no one was watching. You had lost Mal about a half an hour ago and you weren't entirely sure what you were supposed to do. You wanted to go home, but the problem with that was you weren't sure how to get there or where exactly you were. You were the perfect victim for a predator right now you realized. "You don't look like you're having a good time," a familiar voice said. You turned to see the same curly haired boy from earlier standing beside you.
You shook your head, "my social clock stopped ticking, but I don't know where Mal went," you admitted.
"She and Tom ran off to his room," Harry told you with an apologetic smile.
"Oh," you mumbled as you looked at the ground.
"Are you going to be able to get home without her?" He wondered as he touched your arm.
"I uh, I don't know how to get there from here, and she has the car keys," you admitted, as you cringed at the idea that you were a sitting duck.
"I'll take you home," Harry told you like it was the simplest option.
You shook your head and glanced at his nearly empty cup, "you have been drinking," you pointed out.
He nodded and then chuckled, "I have, and I would never put you in a dangerous position, so I'll walk you," he said, "it's not to far from here, and I am all to familiar with Mal's place from how many times I've had to pick up a hungover Tom there the morning after," he told you as he lead you through the front door of the frat.
You stopped at the stairs and glanced at him unsure. This was a recipe for disaster, not only did you not know this guy, but you also didn't know the area, and your true crime loving brain was screaming at you to stay put and just wait for Mal, but something else was telling you you could trust this guy.
So despite every red flag you followed him down the stairs to the sidewalk. "Is that alcohol?" He asked as he gestured to the cup in your hands.
You nodded at him as you watched him take it from your hands and dump it into the grass beside you. "Don't want you getting in trouble for an open container," he explained.
You nodded and eyed him skeptically. He was handsome, that you could easily admit. And there was something about him. He seemed to have a cocky attitude, but you could see that maybe that wasn't all it was underneath, maybe this boy was as broken and damaged as you were, or maybe he was just a cute boy offering to walk a helpless girl home.
"Thanks for doing this," you said after a few minutes of walking.
He shrugged but smiled, "I'd rather you get home safe than feel partially responsible if anything happened to you," he explained.
"So what's the deal with Mal and -" you trailed off as you tried to remember the name of the boy Mal was most obviously involved with even if they did have real enemies to lovers vibes going on.
"I don't know honesty," Harry admitted, "Tom is- well Tom is Tom, and Him and Mal have some history, but it gets messy when they're together," he chuckled. "She poured milk on his mattress once and dragged it out in the sun so the milk would spoil, he says it's because he didn't take her out, but I have a feeling it was more than that," he told you.
You nodded as you wrapped your arms around yourself the brisk night air nipping at your skin.
"You're cold," Harry said as he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.
You couldn't help but giggle.
"Thank you," you said.
You were finally approaching an area you were vaguely familiar with and it eased some of the tension in your bones. That is until you saw the steps leading to your apartment building, and who was sitting on them
"Oh no," you groaned as you went to turn right around and flee, you would wait for Mal at the fraternity you didn't care how long she'd be, anything to avoid what was about to come.
"Y/n! Y/n! Is that you?" Markus called from behind you.
Harry could easily see the tension in your body at the sound of the man's voice. "You want me to tell this guy to kick rocks?" He asked you.
You weren't a confrontational person, in the slightest, you didn't like dealing with problems if they had the possibility of becoming heated. But in this instance, you couldn't take him being here. So you nodded at Harry, thankful he was there with you.
"Hey, how bout you come by another time buddy, she doesn't want to talk right now," Harry called towards where Markus was standing staring at the two of you.
"And who the hell are you?" He demanded stepping forward.
"No one, but the lady doesn't want to talk tonight, so go on and go home, yeah?" Here Harry was, dealing with your problems with no back story or explanation, just the simple fact that he could tell you needed it.
"That's really nice y/n, you ran off and hopped on the first dick you can find, doesn't matter that I'm the only guy you've been with, right. You said it yourself, your lacking experience," he spat in your direction.
Harry recoiled back at the words before shaking them off. "Hey listen mate, just get lost," Harry told him.
At this point Markus had started to get closer to the two of you, only standing a few feet away, you had your face hidden behind Harry, who you were practically using as a human shield. "Yeah?" Markus asked dryly. "So you can go sink your dick in the slut standing behind you? I don't think so,"
The noise of bone crunching, Is a very distinct one, of course followed by a howl of pain.
You jumped back ready to call the cops if Markus had struck Harry, but were surprised to see Markus clutching his nose in pain as Harry shook out the hand he had just used to punch him.
"First off, don't call her a slut," Harry spat, taking a step towards Markus who began backing up, "and second, she doesn't want to see you, so get lost," he finished as Markus grabbed his coat and fled.
You stood staring at Harry with your mouth agape completely unsure at what had just transpired. "I- wha-" you shook your head in disbelief as you glanced over to see Markus' car peeling out of the parking lot.
"Are you ok?" Harry wondered as he looked you over.
"Am I- what? Me? Are you okay?" You stuttered out. You glanced at his hand to see blood and instantly felt guilty. "Your bleeding," you stated.
He looked down at his knuckles and shrugged, "I'll be fine," he assured you.
You shook your head as you told your brain to kick back into action, "come on," you told him as you walked past him and grabbed his uninjured hand. "I have a first aid kit upstairs, and alcohol, because I need a shot," you admitted as you pulled him along.
"I figured you didn't drink," Harry chuckled from behind you.
You glanced back at him with your eyebrows pulled together. "Why would you figure that?"
"You had the same cup all night and you didn't touch it at all," he explained.
You were shocked he had noticed that, he must have been watching you most of the night to even put that together. You nodded as you pulled your keys from your pocket. "I um- I don't like to let my inhabitants down around people I don't know," you admitted.
You unlocked the door and pushed it open and let Harry in before you followed.
First step was a shot.
Second, a first aid kit.
You chose to drink straight from the bottle of peach flavored vodka, the cheap liquid burning all the way down.
"You don't know me," Harry chuckled as he pointed towards the liquor.
You nodded, "well you just punched my shitty ex in the nose without having any explanation of why I didn't want to speak to him. Guess that makes us acquaintances, " you smiled as you rummaged around the cupboards until finding the first aid kit.
"I can work with that," Harry chuckled as he watched you.
If he was being honest, he wasn't one to act with anger, rarely ever getting physical with people other than his brothers, or opposing teams on the field, But something about how sour the word slut had been directed at you made him react without a second thought. He told himself it was for the benefit of the bet, but honestly, he just wanted to protect you from that, and he had no idea why.
"Oh yeah?" You wondered with a grin.
"Mhmm," Harry said, "step up from strangers, and a step closer to friends," he wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"Friends," you chuckled. "right,"
"You're going to need some of those you know, uni is hard enough as is, having people to talk to makes it more barrable," he explained.
You nodded, mulling over the thought of being his friend. "Yeah alright, tell you what, we're friends," you chuckled at him. He smiled wide at you before you interrupted. "On one condition,"
He narrowed his brows at you but nodded. "Shoot,"
"It doesn't go further than that, ever," if there was one thing you were sure of it was that you couldn't take another heartbreak, and Harry.. well he seemed like the perfect boy to break your heart. You had to protect yourself after all, even if you were selling short an opportunity.
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at you. All too aware of the bet with Tom becoming a whole lot more difficult. "Deal y/n, friends and nothing more," he stuck out his hand for you to shake and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed it and pulled it towards you to clean.
"Now let's get this cleaned up," you mumbled as you wet a gauze pad with some rubbing alcohol.
"Aww shit," he hissed as you pressed it to his busted knuckle. "So now since we're friends, what was that guy's deal anyway?" He Wondered as he winced while you proceeded to clean his hand.
"Basic story," you sighed. "Highschool sweetheart, lost my virginity to him, thought it was forever, only to have my heart crushed when my best friend told me that they had been sleeping together for months," you ripped a bandaid open and sealed it over the split in Harry's knuckle noticing a bunch of partially healed cuts and scars along with callouses. "He begged me to forgive him, and explained that I was an idiot if I moved to throw away all the good years we had had over a few months. So I packed a bag, left a note that said I was an idiot and flew to Scotland for two months, then Mal told me she had a room open and I enrolled here for school, picked up and completely upended my life," you explained.
"You're not an idiot," Harry said sternly.
You nodded with a smile, "no I'm not, I just, I know what I'm worth, and it's a whole lot more than that," you grabbed the bottle of vodka again taking a swing before offering it to Harry.
He eyed you for a minute before shrugging and throwing it back. "So what now? You have given up on love all together?" He wondered.
You chuckled before nodding. "Something like that, it's not worth the pain, you know, it feels good for a while, but then to have your heart destroyed," you sighed as you stared at the wall, "no one deserves to feel that, like you weren't enough, or you were just some means to an end," you told him.
Harry cringed at that last statement. He wanted to call Tom and call the whole thing off, there was no way he could go through with this and risk you getting hurt in the crossfire, especially with you being so open with him, this wasn't worth bragging rights, hell it probably wasn't worth anything Tom had to offer. He pulled his phone from his pocket seeing a text from Tom that read 'I expect a full report in the morning lover boy,' and suddenly the idea of throwing the bet out the window went right out the window instead.
Harry would come to regret this moment, and he knew that without a shadow of a doubt. You deserved more than to be part of something so childish without knowing, but his competitive cocky nature made him headstrong, and that, that was his problem.
"So," Harry sighed, sitting back and looking at you. "only guy you have ever been with huh?"
You groaned as you grabbed the bottle of vodka and made your way to the L shaped couch. "Yup, 23 years old and I've only slept with one person, which either makes me extremely sad or extremely lucky," you shrugged as you took another swig of the drink. "Guess it just depends on who you ask. What about you?" You wondered, your attention turned back toward where he was leaning against the counter.
"What about me?" He asked with a grin.
"Come on," you chuckled. "You must get around with a smile and face like that," you teased.
Harry just rolled his eyes before making his way to the couch beside you. "Nothing serious," he admitted. "A few flings, but that's it," he told you.
You nodded, offering him the bottle again which he gladly took.
You spent the next late hours chewing the shit and becoming fast friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you that you couldn't deny, but there was no way you would ever act on it.
You yawned as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 3 am and between the two of you guys, you had nearly finished the vodka. "We should get some sleep," you mumbled as you let your eyes fall closed.
"We've been friends for only a few hours and we're already having sleepovers?" Harry chuckled as he sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped around your legs. "How scandalous," he mumbled before his breathing got heavy and passed out.
Harry's head pounded as his eyes fluttered open the next morning, to a terrifying sight. Harry gasped as he sat up seeing a very angry Mal standing above him. "I specifically told you no," she warned.
"I didn't do anything," Harry protested, and he was telling the truth, he hadn't done anything, which in and of itself was not like him at all.
"She's not another mark on your bedpost Harry," she told him with a sigh. "She's been through a lot in life and she doesn't need any of the drama that comes along with a Holland,"
Harry looked at Mallory with a serious face before he answered. "We're not all Tom Mal. I just want to be her friend nothing more," the lie felt heavy on his tongue as he said it, but it seemed to be enough for her.
She nodded and then looked at you still fast asleep on the couch. "I'll kill you if you hurt her," she warned.
"I'll hold you to that," Harry said honestly, because suddenly he was worried hurting you just might break him.
You awoke to the smell of something delicious. You pushed up from the couch to find Mal standing at the stove. "Morning you floozy," you chuckled as you stretched your arms above your head.
"I can say the same to you," she giggled as she looked over at you with a funny look.
"What?" You wondered with narrowed eyes, and then last night came flooding back into your mind. You glanced over to the other side of the couch to find it empty.
"He left this morning when I got home," she told you as she turned back to the food she was cooking.
"Oh," you mumbled as you stood up from the couch.
"Y/n, I meant what I said yesterday," she sighed as she turned around to face you again. "The Holland's, they are bad news, and Harry is the worst of them," she told you.
You shook your head. "We're only friends Mal," you assured her.
She nodded, "well Tom and I aren't even that and look what he does to me," she grumbled.
You felt bad. Honestly you did. But you and Harry were only friends, and you had agreed to be nothing more. So what was the danger there?
As soon as Harry had gotten home Tom was all over him. "So?" He wondered.
"What? You think I have a fucking magic dick or something?" Harry scoffed.
"You used your dick then? Noted." Tom chuckled loudly.
Harry was tired, and more than a little irritated. "No actually, I don't have to lead with my dick to get someone to talk to me," he spat at his older brother, before bounding his way up to his room.
"Well maybe if you did this would go faster," Tom chuckled, ignoring Harry's obviously bad attitude.
"Yeah, whatever Tom," Harry grumbled before stripping his clothes off to get in the shower.
"Call it quits if you want mate, I won't judge you none," Tom called through the bathroom door.
Harry should have taken that out, he should have called it quits, because he didn't see an end where this didn't end in a disaster, but he couldn't, he couldn't back out now. "piss off Tom," he called through the door.
The next few days were a blur, between beginning your classes and trying to get a lay of the land you barely had a minute to yourself. You walked out of your creative writing class with the full intention to go home, strip off your clothes, run yourself a nice bath and relax.
"Hey you," you heard from behind you.
You turned to see Harry standing there, with a gym duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Oh Harry, hi," you said.
"I uh- I didn't get your number last weekend," he chuckled before holding out his phone to you. "Hard to get ahold of friends when you don't have a way to contact them," you smiled at him and took the phone from his hand, entering in your number.
"Here you go," you told him.
He looked over the screen and smiled "y/n/n?" He asked.
"My friends get to call me that," you winked before turning to head in the direction of home.
"Hey!" Harry called, running after you. "I was thinking, were having a party this weekend-"
"You live in a frat, aren't there parties every weekend?" You wondered.
"Touche," Harry chuckled. "Anyways, I'm not really feeling up to it and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go somewhere with me?" He asked you.
You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him. "Go somewhere?" You squeaked.
"Yeah, just two friends hanging out," Harry clarified.
You nodded, his words not really easing the sudden ache in your stomach. "Um, yeah. Yeah that sounds fun," you lied. It did not sound fun, if anything it sounded like a disaster in the making.
"Cool," Harry sighed in relief, "I'll pick you up Saturday morning at 8," and then he was gone.
"8am?" You yelled after him.
"Bright and early sunshine!" He called back before disappearing all together.
Recipe. For. Disaster.
So there you were 7:45 on a Saturday morning debating on what outfit looked the best to spend the day with Harry. You had been texting non stop since you gave him your number, and he had told you to wear something casual that you didn't mind getting dirty.
Mal was nowhere to be found having gone out last night to do something. That something being Tom, you had no doubt about that.
Having no one to ask about your current outfit, you Snapped a picture and sent it to Harry asking him if was ok.
His response was immediate.
H- dare I say you look edible?
Y/n- Harry! You can't say that!
H- ohhh, ok. Then you look perfect y/n/n
H- pulling up now.
H- get your edible ass down here.
You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your purse and made your way down to the entrance to your apartment.
Harry was out of the car and standing on the passenger side holding the door open for you as soon as you stepped out. "And they say chivalry is dead," you chuckled as you slid into the seat and buckled yourself.
"Whoever said that has obviously not met any of the Holland's," he teased back.
You let out a laugh before turning to him. "Do you know what is said about 'the Holland's'?" You asked.
He shot you a funny look before you continued, "you boys have a reputation for being bad news, absolute heartbreakers," you told him.
"Woah," he said as he turned onto a road you were unfamiliar with, "I'm very straightforward with all the girls I evolve myself with that they should not fall in love with me,"
You rolled your eyes at that, "it's not always that simple, sometimes it just happens and you can't even pinpoint when," you explained.
He nodded, "I guess I just wouldn't know, never been in love," he admitted.
You felt utter shock wash over you. "Never?!" You demanded.
He shook his head, "can't get your heart broken if you keep it hidden," he said. "Plus I'm a busy guy, between rugby and my classes, not much time or energy to keep a relationship,"
"Harry," you whispered, "that's kind of sad," you looked at him with his full attention on the road ahead of you, he nodded slightly before taking a deep breath.
"It may be, but I haven't had to try and pick up the pieces of my heart because someone else shattered it. If my heart gets broken, I want to blame myself," Harry admitted.
You sighed before sitting back into the car seat and staring out the window wondering where the heck he was taking you.
Eventually, Harry pulled the car off the road and put it in park in front of what seemed to be a giant canal, with an amazing view.
"Where are we?" You wondered as you unbuckled yourself and climbed out of the car.
"This is where I come, when I want to escape," he told you. "Come on, I have something to show you," he stopped at the trunk of his car before pulling out a large bag and then walking forward, grabbing your hand as he passed by.
The walk was short and when he finally stopped walking you were amazed. Underneath a bridge, that had a perfect shield of privacy all while still giving you a full view of the canal and all it had to offer.
"Wow," you said as you sat down on a large rock.
Harry nodded as he watched you take it all in, this was his place, the one he would come to anytime he just couldn't take it anymore and needed a way out. To be sharing it with someone felt so weird, but also right. He hadn't planned to bring you here, having a whole other day planned, but after the constant texts and getting to know you in the past week, he knew he wanted to share this with you.
"It's my favorite place," Harry admitted.
"You probably bring all the girls here," you teased with a smile.
Harry sighed, "actually, I've never bought anyone here," he told you. He rummaged around his bag before pulling out a few waters and handing you one. "I also made you a sandwich in case you get hungry," he told you.
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at him. A sudden onset of feelings you were not supposed to be feeling rushing over you. "Thank you," you whispered.
Harry nodded, before sitting next to you. "So," he said after a minute of silence. "Tell me something you have never admitted out loud," he told you.
You chuckled as you thought about it. There were a few options that came to mind, but most that were childish and not worth saying out loud, so you went with the one that had been eating away at you for the last few years. "I don't think I have ever had an orgasm," you admitted, staring ahead.
Harry's eyes flew open in shock at your words as he spit his drink out, effectively covering you in water. "I'm sorry, what?!" Harry demanded as he tried to help you wipe yourself off.
You shrugged, "you know how, like if your going to go to an amusement park, the day before your all excited because you have been hearing about this amazing ride, and you can't wait to ride it, and then you get there, and it's the carousel," you explained. "That's how sex always was for me, and I never have been able to get really into doing it myself," you admitted.
"So you don't know if you have? Or you never have?" Harry wondered.
You sighed as you thought about it. "I don't think I ever have," you laughed as you threw your head back laughing. "How sad is that?" You chuckled.
"Extremely," Harry chuckled before taking a deep breath. "I could uh," he looked over at you. "I could help you," he shrugged.
You felt your mouth drop open at that. Help you? With like… getting off? So you said the only thing that came to your mind. "Help me?" You wondered.
He nodded, "I won't touch you or anything, unless you ask me to, but yeah, I could you know, help I guess,"
"How?" You asked suddenly breathless with the situation at hand.
Harry's eyebrows shot up, "like you want me to show you?" He Wondered.
All you could do was nod. Stupid girly hormones.
Harry took a deep breath before nodding himself. "Just a friend helping a friend," he whispered to himself.
He grabbed your hands as he pulled you from where you were sitting on the rock and began to push you back towards the cement wall. You gasped as your back hit the wall and Harry's body was only a few inches away from you.
"I'm going to hold your hips to help you move," he told you with a husky voice, "but you're going to do all the work, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, and if you want me to stop, say the word and I will," he explained. You nodded as you stared up into his warm brown eyes, an ache forming in your stomach. "I need you to say the word y/n/n," he whispered.
"Yes," you whispered, Harry kicked your legs apart with one of his before slotting his knee between your legs and pushing his thigh against your core, his hands firmly planted on your hips as he began to help you grind against him.
It was almost pathetic, because in all the times you had had actual sex it never felt as good as this did. You stared into Harry's lust filled eyes wishing he would lean in and kiss you, dear God did you want his lips on yours.
He pulled you against his thigh firmly and you let out a moan as your eyes drifted shut and your head fell back.
"That's it," Harry mumbled as he continued what he was doing. "Just relax and let go," he cooed.
You couldn't help the way his words made you feel, making the whole situation that much better, you felt yourself begin to loose control as your breathing increased and your legs tightened around Harry's thigh.
"Oh fuck," you moaned out as a sudden wave of ecstasy washed over you, and you knew for certain, you most definitely had never had an orgasm before now, and you had just had your first one riding Harry Holland's' thigh.
How. Embarrassing.
As you came down from the high you opened your eyes to see Harry staring at you, his own eyes full of lust and unspoken desires. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he admitted.
You felt yourself become all to aware of his thigh still pressed firmly against you. "Friends helping friends," you chuckled.
Harry nodded as he glanced down to your lips before shaking his head and backing up. "I need to- I need- give me a minute," he told you as he made his way out of sight, walking a little funny with an obvious problem in his pants.
You felt yourself exhale, completely shocked that you had let that happen. That happened.
Holy. Shit.
You shook your limbs as you made your way back to the rocks you had been sitting on before.
You could hear Harry mumbling off on the side he had disappeared off to. "Fucking div," he groaned. "Friends? Friends don't fucking do that. Fuck, friends don't look at you like that," he exhaled loudly before slowly returning.
You watched him as he rounded the rock to sit beside you. He took a deep breath before returning to you. "I have to be honest." He sighed. "I lied to you before," he admitted.
You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, "about?" You wondered.
"Friends don't usually help friends like that," Harry explained.
You couldn't help the laugh that erupted from your chest. "Well they should," you teased with a smile.
Harry turned away from you with a smile before shaking his head. "So did I help you out? Or no?" He wondered with his bottom lip pinned between his teeth.
"You helped me out tremendously," you giggled.
He nodded before turning away to adjust himself.
"Fuck, tell me we can never do that again, for the sake of our friendship," Harry demanded.
"Ok," you whispered.
"Tell me now y/n, or so help me," he groaned.
"We can't do it again Harry, for the sake of our friendship," you told him with a smirk.
He nodded before looking at you shocked, "you didn't say never," he reminded.
"Didn't I?" You teased.
The next few weeks were spent together. When you weren't at class, you were usually with Harry, whether it be at the frat, your apartment, his practice, or your guys spot upon the canal, you had grown to be inseparable.
A/n:
I have been going on about this forrr ages! But I'm finally ready to post someee :) lmk what ya think 😘
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what i read this month - june ‘22
❀ = nsfw content, minors dni
marvel
looking after you while on your period - @jellyfishbeansontoast
summary: loki taking care of the reader when on her period and him just having a soft spot for her
loki laufeyson x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
❀ can’t sleep! - @silkscream
summary: waking peter up by rubbing against him
peter parker x reader, blurb, genre: smut
kissing her nose - @saturnpeter
summary: you love it when peter kisses your nose
peter parker x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
the one where you get jealous when some girl flirts with peter at a frat party - @peterbenjiparker
summary: you get jealous and peter thinks it’s hot
peter parker x jealous!reader, blurb, college au, genre: angst/fluff
scary love - @darlingparker
summary: being project partners turns into more than just working on your project together
peter parker x reader, blurb, college au, genre: fluff
one less thing to worry about - @jellyfishbeansontoast
summary: you give peter some of the comfort and reassurance he needs when things get stressful
peter parker x reader, oneshot, genre: angst/hurt comfort
long distance - @peterpparkerwrites
summary: you drop the bomb to your boyfriend peter that you’re moving across the country
peter parker x reader, series (complete), genre: angst/fluff/hurt comfort
ugh - @spider-bih
summary: everyone has a soulmate, but they’re all tied to them differently. some people have tattoos, others have counters or red strings. you? you can feel the pain your soulmate feels. any bruises or cuts they receive appear on your body. other people have this kind of tie to their soulmates too, it was just rare and it seems like you’ve got a bad one. your soulmate is constantly getting injured and it’s driving you insane
peter parker x reader, series (complete), soulmate au, genre: angst/fluff/hurt comfort
couple activities - @starryevermore
summary: steven gets too excited and can’t wait on you
steven grant x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
snuggles at the drive-in - @starryevermore
summary: steven wants to make sure you don’t get cold
steven grant x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
what you can’t see - @starryevermore
summary: steven protects you from something you can’t even see
steven grant x reader, blurb, genre: angst
the worst that could’ve happened - @starryevermore
summary: you don’t feel you need marc’s protection all the time causing an argument until you realize why he does it
marc spector x reader, blurb, genre: angst/fluff
better that way - @starryevermore
summary: marc is an ass after realizing he likes you too late
marc spector x reader, blurb, genre: angst
outer banks
spring showers - @marjorie189
summary: you and john b wake up from your nap to the first spring shower
john b routledge x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
tom holland & co
sincerely, - @whatevsholland
summary: you and tom were childhood best friends. but when he started dating the girl who got everything you ever wanted, it began a falling out between you and tom. now he’s back home in london, just in time for your sister to host her engagement party
childhood best friend!tom holland x reader, series (complete), friends to lovers, genre: angst/fluff
how to unlove someone - @whatevshollandarchive
summary: where tom offers to help you unlove someone using his five foolproof steps
tom holland x reader, series (complete), friends to lovers, college au, genre: hurt comfort/fluff/angst
pointe before you shoot - @leiasfanaccount648
summary: no matter where you come from, everything you were taught since you were young was for a reason. whether it was pointing your feet in dance class or learning how to properly shoot a gun. either way, your past seemed to define you. can you fix the aftermath enough to shape your future into what you want it to be? or will someone end up on the wrong side of the trigger?
single dad!tom holland x dance teacher!reader, series (complete), mob au, genre: fluff/angst/hurt comfort
❀ happy campers - @sunflowertomholland
summary: being a camp counselor was supposed to be fun and a great way to pick up some work ethic before entering real-adult life after graduation. the only thing making that a little but harder was a certain boy
camp counselor!tom holland x reader, series (complete) , enemies to lovers, genre: angst/smut/fluff
❀ i don’t know where i stand - @cutetomholland
summary: it’s summer, and you’ve just moved into a new flat after a bad breakup with your now ex-boyfriend. when a celebratory trip to the nearby pub turns into an awkward meeting with your childhood best friend tom, old feelings you thought were gone gets brought back
childhood best friend!tom holland x reader, series (complete), friends to lovers, genre: fluff/angst/smut
still ours - @vendettaparker
summary: you want a kid with tom but don’t want to physically have a baby so you talk to tom about it
tom holland x reader, blurb, genre: fluff
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hi! my names Maria and I write for an assortment of characters and people, and requests are currently open. I constantly have 20 wips and seem to never finish them. I'm looking for a beta/ghost reader that'll help me navigate my wips, so if you're interested message me!
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traitor
based on the song traitor by Olivia Rodrigo where Tom Holland cheats on y/n with Zendaya. y/n has to navigate through her emotions and the aftermath of their ruined relationship.
i wanna be yours
Frat!Tom Holland finally admits his feelings to y/n and her reaction isn't exactly what he expected.
personal favorites
empty heart
based off "why are you lying to me", "how do you think this ends", and "i would have done anything for you" from my prompt list. Tom Holland seems to have found someone else but y/n can't help but be stuck on him.
absquatulate
based off "i thought I lost you", "do you even still love me", and "I'm falling apart" from my prompt list. Bellamy Blake and y/n are broken up but stuck together on the Ring, what happens when she wants to be left behind while they survive?
upcoming
forbidden - princess!y/n, prince!Tom Holland
everything I wanted - falling out of love with Calum Hood
[unnamed] - Tom Holland and y/n are old friends who have feelings for each other, when she rejects him, what will happen to them?
[unnamed] - part two to I wanna be yours (send an ask to get on taglist)
[unnamed] - John Murphy almost loses the love of his life.
[unnamed] - the 100 series rewrite
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