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heytherejulia · 2 years

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Matchmakers ~ Harry Holland

pairing: harry holland x reader, tom holland x zendaya

warning: minor injury, swearing

summary: Tom, Sam and Harrison play matchmakers

word count: 1,9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Who's asking whom on a date?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Z, are you with us?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘How the hell did you do that?!’

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

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

***

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

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

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

‘Well, Batman fucked up too.’

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

‘You hired this idiot.’

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

‘Batman.’

‘Spider-man.’

‘Batman!’

‘Spider-man!’

‘Batman!!’

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

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

Contrary to Sam's assurances, it could.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Darling, we just wanted to help.’

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

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

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

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buck-nialled · 2 years

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Take One - H. Holland Blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s order Gregg’s for dinner.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until you finally beckon him, “just one?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or your curls.” You add.

“Or your dimples.” He suggests.

“Or your eyes.”

“Harry…” You start.

“Yes, angel?”

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

“Take one?”

“Take one.”

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emmy2026 · 1 year

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Finally

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word count: 0.9k

Summary: after years of struggling with infertility, you find out you’re pregnant

Triggers: talk of vomit, I think that’s it, if you find any more let me know

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You were staying at Toms parents house for a few days, Tom was out with his brothers playing golf. So, it was just you, Nikki, and Dom.

You had woke up feeling sick and ended up throwing up a couple times. You had to convince Tom to even leave. After Nikki promising Tom that she would take care of you, Tom had left and promised to be back in a few hours. After beginning to feel better, you and Nikki were making some lunch when Nikki spoke.

“Have you taken a pregnancy test in the past few weeks?” she asked. You stopped cutting the carrots and looked over at her.

“No, why?” you asked, and went back to chopping the vegetables.

“You were sick this morning, and when I was making dinner last night, you said that the mac and cheese was making you sick. You normally love mac and cheese.” You had been feeling different the past few days, but you didn’t want to think it was anything.

“I don’t know.” you whispered loud enough for Nikki to hear. She stopped what she was doing at looked at you.

“You don’t know what?” she asked. You set the knife down and looked back at her.

“I don't know if I can take another one, I mean it’s been almost 2 years since we started trying and every time I see one line,” you felt a lump in your throat, and Nikki pulled me you a hug. “I don’t know if I can do it again.”

“Oh, honey. I’m not going to force you to take one, but I think you should. And if you want me to, I can be there.” we pulled out of the hug and you nodded.

“I’ll run to the store and buy a few after lunch.”

***

You were nervous, you had just taken the test and were pacing up and down the hallway. Nikki was sitting on the edge of the bathroom tub and was surprisingly calm. You had to wait 5 minutes to look at the test and get the results. You had heard that moving the test to much could throw off the result so you placed it flat on the counter and put the box over the screen.

Your hands kept finding their way down to your stomach, something felt different this time. You couldn’t explain it.

A few moments later, the door to Dom’s office opened and he stepped out. His face was bunched up in confusion. He looked into the bathroom and was consumed with more confusion.

“Is everything okay?” he asked. You nodded your head kept biting your fingernails. Dom looked back at his wife, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything from you. He looked over at the counter and saw the boxes of pregnancy tests and his face softened. Suddenly, the timer went off on your phone and you walked back into the bathroom. Now Nikki and Dom were both sitting on the edge of the bathtub while you moved the box off the test and picked it up. Once you saw, the air left your lungs, your eyes filled with tears. You had decided to get a digital test, one the says pregnant or not pregnant.

PREGNANT

Nikki got off the tub and grabbed the test from your hands. She gasped and smiled at you, you felt a tear run down your face, so overcome with emotions. You were pulled into a hug by Nikki and you sobbed into her shoulder. It was finally happened, you’re pregnant, you and Tom are going to have a baby. Nikki and Dom gave you their congratulations and you couldn’t stop smiling. The only left was to tell Tom, you knew you couldn’t keep this from him.

“How are you going to tell Tom?” Dom asked.

“I don’t know.” Your fingers went down to play with your wedding ring.

The front door downstairs opened and you heard the laughter of your husband and his brothers. It warmed your heart to see them all together. You took the test and put it into the pocket of your jeans. Dom and Nikki left the bathroom to let you clean yourself up a little bit, since there were tear tracks down your face.

Once you looked better, you made your way downstairs and joined everyone in the kitchen. Tom looked at you and got up from where he was seated at the island. His hands were placed on your face and he looked concerned.

“You alright, love?” he asked. You nodded and smiled at him.

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“You weren’t feeling good this morning, and you look like you were crying.”

“I’m okay, promise. I, uh, I actually have a surprise for you.” Tom took his hands off your face and you pulled the test out of your pocket. You handed it to him and his eyes widened.

“Are you?” he asked, you nodded and a smile appeared on his face. He pulled you into a hug and spun you around slightly. He set you down and kept hugging you. He placed a kiss on your forehead.

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cherrycheridarling · 11 months

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main masterlist

a/n: please don't repost any of my work without permission<3 you can reblog and all that jazz :)

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love-strawberry · 2 years

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i'm happy, isn't that great

summary : in which she's writing love songs and adopting cats with the love of her life.

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

warnings : language

author's note : here you go, part iii!!!! hope you all like it!!! <3

tagged : @0oolookitsme @qualitygiantshoepsychic @ellora-brekker

lose you to someone else i

lost you to someone better ii

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y/n_ i love you tom, but you're an idiot <3

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-> y/n_ consider this payback for eating my muffins last week

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tomholland2013 we have three cats now and here's how this conversation went

y/n : you know what better than one cat? two cats. and what's better than two cats? three cats :) me : ...

anyways, meet casserole (caz for short), marshmallow and cookie and yes, marshmallow and cookie are lovers 😌

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y/n_ i love my babies 🦋🦋

-> tomholland2013 they love you too, im sure, they've been following you like mama cat since yesterday

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harryholland64 i'm coming over asap to meet my nephew and nieces

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harrystyles loved you once out now. hope you all like it x

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louist91 beautiful!!

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y/n_ "not good at being friends" out now!!! so so so fucking stoked to release this song, i hope you all like it!!! i would say that the inspiration behind this song is tom but i would be lying, so zendaya, the love of my life, this one is for you <3 ily

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username "so tired of just sitting at the opposite ends, guess we aren't just good at being friends"

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zendaya AKAKKSHDHSKAKDHDJS I LOVE YOU BITCH WHY TF ARE YOU WITH TOM?!

username "sunlight on your eyes and i fell in love a hundred times"

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tomholland2013 ouch... buT I'M SO PROUD OF YOU I LOVE IT I LOVE YOU

-> y/n_ hehe sorry and thANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU MORE

username yup, i want their love pls

samholland1999 so proud of sister-in-law <3

username "i used to think i'd never have the screen love but i feel like we're in a picture of our own"

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alltoowelltom · 2 years

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blueberry muffin (t.h)

tom holland x reader

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

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

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

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

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

You shrug, flipping him the finger.

“It’s a free country, Baz.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake your head.

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

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

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

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

Tom sighs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, yeah-” sighs Harry. “But-”

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

“Yes that’ll be all, thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

You swallow before answering, unable to meet his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy now?”

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

“Thank you, Tommy,” you say appreciatively.

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

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

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

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0oolookitsme · 2 years

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A Day Made Better

Type- Blurb

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

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

Word Count- 912

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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closerstars · 1 year

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i just discovered that chatgpt can write a whole fanfic for you

once again thank you internet for feeding my delusions

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hollandfromhell · 2 years

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i wanna be yours | T.H

Summary: Frat!Tom finally admits his feelings to you and your reaction isn't exactly what he expected.

word count: 1k

warnings: a little steamy (?), minimal proofreading and bad editing :)

The lights are so bright around you, bouncing off the walls and making your vision blurry, the music is loud, a song you only ever seem to hear at parties like this, and honestly you’re having a good time. For the first time in weeks you’ve forced yourself out of your dorm and into some clothes that show a little more than you’re used to. Finals had been killing you for the last week, so much so that you haven’t been able to find the energy to go to any of the frat parties your friends and Tom had been badgering you about.

Tom has been texting you nonstop about the parties his frat has been hosting, begging you to show up, just so you can end up in his bed at the end of the night. But you had refrained, knowing that your feelings weren’t in check enough to be seeing him anymore, not in the way you two have been for the last year.

To you it wasn’t just sleeping together anymore, that’s not what you want, you want him, all of him. You want the silly dates and cringy photos your friends will make fun of you for. You want the flirting to mean something, you want to mean something to him. You know it’s wrong, to fall hopelessly in love with some fraternity boy that sees you as nothing more than an easy lay and a friend on the occasion that he needs something, but you couldn’t stop yourself. Those caramel colored eyes and chestnut curls, his easy going smile and alluring body draws you in until you can’t escape him. Then you wake up next to him and reality hits.

Tom and you will never be anything other than friends with benefits, that’s how it started and that’s how it will end, as much as you hate to admit it to yourself.

But tonight you had blocked those thoughts out and finally made your way out with your friends, only to end up at Tom’s frat house. He’s here, you know he’s here, you can feel his lingering gaze locked on you and have even caught him looking a few times.

He sat near the back wall, his back against it as he talked to some guys that are also in his fraternity. But his eyes can’t seem to stay off you, you’re dancing with your friends, your hands in the air and a smile on your face, you’ve never looked better to him, it’s like you’re reeling him in, his head hazy as he finally breaks off from the guys he’s talking to and makes his way to you.

Your arms wrap around his neck as soon as his hands land on your waist, you know it’s him, even with your eyes closed and mind completely blank, you know it’s him. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers to you “You look stunning darling.” His accent is thick, pent up tension becoming obvious.

Your smile turns to a smirk as you lean into him, your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck and you pull lightly, “you’ve been ignoring me all night Thomas.”

His hands rub up and down your sides as he contemplates his answer, you weren’t technically wrong, he had been waiting for you to come to him most of the night, seeing how long you could hold out before it all became too much, until the waiting became too much. It’s a game you two like to play and usually he won, you would make your way to his side and you’d find yourself pressed up against the wall in his room before you knew it. But tonight you had decided to hold out, because you needed that reassurance, you needed to feel victorious over him for once.

“Can never ignore you love,” his lips are now rolling down your neck, finding your sweet spot, the place he knows makes your knees weak.

And then he’s dragging you by the hand up the stairs to the left and into his room down the hall. You catch a look at his unmade bed before you're pushed back against the door that had just slammed shut. He’s kissing you then, his lips rough against yours as he takes what he wants from you. You knew the night would end like this, not that you’re disappointed, just dreading the morning after, you leave and you two go back to acting like friends once again.

He knew the night would end like this too, he only ever had eyes for you, at least for the last year and he can’t seem to get you out of his head, although he would never tell you or anyone else that, he had a reputation to uphold.

But now, as he stands with the girl of his dreams kissing him, maybe falling doesn’t sound so bad, maybe this could be it for him, maybe you could be it for him, and before he can stop himself, he’s pulling away from your lips, just enough space so he can speak, his heart hammering and his ears ringing, he lets out those three little words he swore he would never say to you, “I love you.”

Your heart stops, everything freezes all at once, the music downstairs can no longer be heard as you completely focus on the man in front of you. You breathe out a small “what” before your brain goes into autopilot. You’re shoving him off you, pushing him away both physically and mentally as you start to close yourself off from him. This wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go, and now everything is ruined.

Tom’s frozen, his feet stuck where they are as he tries to comprehend what the hell just happened. He can’t believe himself, how could he let his happen, how could he ruin the best thing he had going for him, god why did he have to be so stupid.

Finally he finds his composer, just in time to see you open his bedroom door and quickly leave the room, he wants to chase after you. Wants nothing more than to go down the stairs and find you in the sea of people but he can’t bring himself to move.

With a broken heart and a quivering lip he watches you completely remove yourself from him and he can’t help but think that he can’t fix it this time.

a/n: feedback is appreciated :)

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Celebrity Masterlist

Hi hi hi, you guys should know the drill by now, and if not, that’s totally fine, welcome to my disgustingly dirty page where nothing is normal:) this is my Celeb master-list where you can find most of my celeb fics.

And pls note that just because you don’t see a specific person up here doesn’t mean I won’t do them! Request any celeb you really want a fix about pls<3

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Harry Styles

Anything for You ❕🧸

Sweet morning sex with Harry and a pleasant surprise

Yes Daddy, I will ❕🧸

Where y/n and Harry get to know each other a little better after dating for a while.

Stall ❕🧸

In which you and Harry are costars celebrating the release of your new movie… in the restroom of an A-lister club.

Shawn Mendes

Sunny Days ❕🧸

where Shawn and his girlfriend have so fun in their new backyard garden.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles fan fic #harry styles #tom holland smut #tom holland #tom holland x reader #shawn mendes #Shawn mended smut #wattpad #shawn mendes x reader #harry styles one shot

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heytherejulia · 1 year

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Happy birthday my love ~ H.H.

pairing: harry holland x reader

summary: it's your boyfriend's birthday

warnings: pregnancy, swearing

word count: 1,4k+

Happy birthday Harry and Sam!

It wasn’t another normal Tuesday, although it kind of felt like it. However it was not only valentine’s day but also your boyfriend Harry and his twin Sam’s 24th birthday. Harry was out of town as usual working with Tom so there wasn’t that much partying and celebrating besides facetime dinner with all of the Hollands, best friends and partners and maybe a facetime date with Harry later that night if you’ll be lucky.

You wanted to visit him but your shitty boss didn’t give you your well deserved week off so the best you could do was a video call and forcing Tom into giving Harry the gift you bought for him months before.

It really bugged you that you couldn’t be with Harry on such a special day but it was beyond your powers, so you decided to do anything you could to make his day at least enjoyable.

You called him first thing in the morning with wishes and spent around two hours just talking and catching up on the last few days when you weren’t exactly able to talk that much because of Harry’s busy schedule.

‘I really wish I could be there with you, I’m sorry I didn’t make it babe.’

‘It’s not your fault love, we’re gonna make it up when I'm back.’

His smile wasn’t the brightest but you still could see the sparkles in his eyes. It made you both happy and sad, you really missed your baby.

‘I really hope you’re gonna have fun with Tom today, and don’t forget about the facetime dinner with all of us, your mum and dad really look forward to it.’

‘Yeah, I remember, look I gotta go now, we’re gonna talk later right?’

‘Of course, have fun tonight. I love you.’

‘I know, I love you too. See you at dinner’

Before you could say anything the line went silent. Harry’s voice stayed with you for the whole day. Why did he say ‘see you at dinner’? Did he mean over the phone or was it just a misspoke? Either way you spent your day helping Nikki with the dinner and getting ready. Harry wasn’t going to be there but you still wanted to be dressed nicely for the occasion.

Right before the dinner you heard a doorbell. Everyone stopped in their tracks because you haven’t expected anyone else besides Harrison and Grace and Sam’s girlfriend, Clark who were already at your place.

You went to the door with the feeling it’s just your neighbor who needed to borrow some sugar. You opened the door and indeed saw your neighbor Milly.

‘You need to borrow some more sugar?’

She looked embarrassed. The thing about her was that she baked when her anxiety was kicking in and always forgot to buy extra pack of sugar or any other sweetener.

‘If you don’t mind’

‘No, of course not, let me just grab it real quick.’

You came to the kitchen and saw the hope in everyone’s eyes. You felt terrible to crush it.

‘My neighbor needs some sugar.’

You saw the sadness filling the room.

‘Hey, maybe try to call them already, I’ll be back in a minute.’

Sam took his phone out and you went towards the door.

‘Here’s the su-’

‘Hi darling.’

And here outside of your door stood not only Milly but also Tom and your beloved boyfriend.

‘OH MY GOD’

You flung towards him and hugged him tightly.

‘You’re here, your family is going to be so happy. C’mon guys.’

You greeted Tom and rushed them into the living room. You heard happy screams and your heart swelled. He was home for his birthday with his family, it was all you wanted since the beginning. Your eyes filled with happy tears.

You handed Milly the pack.

‘Let me know if the cake turns out good.’

‘You got it. And have fun!’

When you entered the kitchen to finish cooking you sighed deeply. For some reason your mind went into panic mode. Your second present for Harry was still in your bottom drawer waiting for the right time but now the closer it got, the more nervous you were.

You heard footsteps and felt someone’s presence behind you. You turned around just to peek at whoever came in.

‘Tom. Why aren’t you with your fam?’

‘Wanted to talk to you.’

‘Oh.’

‘Are you okay?’

‘Yeah, everything’s fine, I’m just slightly nervous about the dinner.’

‘I’m not talking about this. You know what I mean. When do you want to tell him? When it’s out there?’

‘Cut it, Holland. It’s none of your business.’

‘Of course it is. It’s my brother and you’re like a sister to me. I’m just looking after you all’

‘I’m not ready, okay? It's a big thing, I don’t want to throw it on him on his birthday especially now that he’s so stressed with work.’

‘Do you really think that you will find a better time? There’s not gonna be the perfect one. Just think about it.’

He squeezed your shoulder and came back to the living room. You finished at the kitchen and brought all of the food to the table.

‘Come on, let’s eat.’

The dinner was really nice, talking, joking, telling stories about the twins when they were kids, catching up. You remained quiet most of the time enjoying the happiness of your loved ones. Yet the closer it’s been getting to the moment you stay alone with Harry, the more stressed you’ve become.

Around midnight all of your guests started to head out. You bid your farewell and went back inside to clean up a mess after the dinner. After a few minutes you heard Harry entering the kitchen. You were doing the dishes when he came behind you and wrapped his hands around your tummy.

‘Hi darling.’

‘Hi.’

‘C’mon. Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day for both of us.’

‘I can’t, I need to clean this up.’

‘No no no no. WE can’t clean this up tomorrow after we spend our well deserved time together.’

‘Technically it’s already tomorrow, baby.’

‘Imma force you to come with me if you won’t do that voluntarily.’

He squeezed you harder and tried to lift you but you stopped him.

‘Don’t do that.’

‘Why? What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing, just please don’t.’

‘Okay, love. Can we go to bed now?’

You nodded and followed him into your room. You both got ready to bed and got under the duvet. You were lying on your back and Harry was on his side playing with your hair. There were a few minutes of silence between you two when he spoke up.

‘Is everything alright love? You’ve been quite distant today. Are you sure you’re okay?’

‘Yeah I just… I’ve got you a present.’

He smiled adorably at you.

‘You know you didn’t have to, right?’

‘I do but you mean so much to me and deserve a world. Happy birthday and I love you.’

‘I love you too. C'mere.’

He sat you on his lap while opening the box. It was just a camera equipment you knew he wanted and you saw the pure adoration of his eyes when he looked up at you.

‘Thank you, my love.’

He leaned in and kissed you gently but soon the kiss started to be way more passionate. His hands roamed around your body settling them on your waist under your (his) shirt. You pushed his lips out of your neck. He looked at you with concern.

‘I’ve got something else for you.’

You reached for a small box in your drawer and handed it to him.

‘What’s that?’

‘Just open it.’

He did as you told and opened the box. Inside was a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His face was blank and you couldn’t read any emotions which made you even more nervous.

‘Is this real or is this just a prank?’

‘It’s real.’

Silence.

‘Look if you don’t want this you don’t have to stick around, I know it’s shitty timing but I figured you at least deserve to know.’

Silence.

You were terrified. You’d rather prefer him to get mad and yell at you than the silence and uncertainty what next.

‘Y/N’

You looked at him.

‘I want this. With you. I love you and I’m not giving up on neither of you.’

Your eyes filled with tears.

‘Hey, don’t cry, baby. It’s okay, come here.’

He held you close while you silently talked about your pregnancy. Some time after you both lied down. Harry spooned you and kept his hand on your still flat stomach.

‘I’m scared Harry.’

‘I know. I’m scared too. But it’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Seriously, we’ll be fine. Get some sleep, sweetheart, it’s been one hell of a day huh?’

‘Yeah. Good night, baby.’

He kissed the back of your head.

‘Night, love’

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requests are open!

i’m a new writer and in desperate need of inspiration, so please send me some requests :)

i write for harry styles, ariana grande, tom holland and chris evans at the moment. i write in the genres of angst and fluff (no smut). so please send me your ideas and hopefully i’m going to write something decent :)

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 months

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Come See About Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Synopsis: Tom realizes he got you all wrong and slowly falls as he learns more about you during the press tour

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“Oh shoot. I’m press with Y/n all week.” Tom said as he read an email from his team.

“Is that a bad thing?” Harry asked him.

“Not necessarily. I just don’t really know her that well. She was super reserved on set for the few days I shot with her. I wonder why they paired me with her.”

“Well, you’re the same age, right? The movie team probably just want to start romance rumors for publicity.”

“I don’t think that will happen. I barely got to know her during filming. I doubt anyone will see chemistry between us.” Tom replied. He started pacing around his hotel room and felt uncharacteristically nervous for the day ahead.

“Well for your sake, let’s hope you don’t see chemistry between you either.” Harry snorted.

“How do you mean?” Tom frowned.

“You know how messy relationships in the public eye can be. Just don’t go falling in love with this girl, okay? I do not want to watch you pine after your dark and mysterious costar.” Harry warned him.

“Psh. I won’t fall in love with her. That would never happen.” Tom scoffed and continued scrolling through his phone. He ended up on Instagram and saw that you had recently posted a photo. It was just a simple selfie in your hotel room which was probably just a few doors down from Tom’s. He found himself smiling and gave the photo a like. He may not have gotten to know you on set, but there’s no reason he couldn’t get to know you now.

“But if I did, why would that be bad?” Tom asked as he deep stalked your Instagram.

“The way I see it, there are two outcomes if you choose to pursue her. Option one is you get swept up in the excitement of promoting the movie and start reading into every little interaction between the two of you because that’s what the public is doing. So you convince yourself you’re in love with her and maybe she’ll even convince herself of the same thing. But once the press tour is over and you get to be with each other without any reason or purpose, you realize you never actually liked each other. And that’ll just end up breaking both your hearts. Even worse if only one of you realizes you never actually liked the other. God. That would be a nightmare.” Harry shivered.

“Okay.” Tom said slowly. “That was oddly specific. So what’s the other outcome?”

“You fall in love with her on this press tour and then it ends before you get a chance to tell her. So she flies off to film another movie and you’re stuck kicking yourself for not being honest with her sooner. And I’m stuck watching you whine about it.” Harry said simply.

“Or, hear me out, secret third option.” Tom proposed. “I fall for her and she falls for me and we have a great relationship. And maybe it lasts and maybe it doesn’t. But at least we gave it a shot. That could happen, right?”

“Maybe. But either way, she’s getting on a plane at the end of this press tour. And you can’t fall in love with someone who’s worlds away. Remember that.” Harry reminded him.

“I’m not gonna fall in love with her.” Tom insisted.

“Promise?” Harry asked skeptically.

“Yeah. Promise.” Tom said weakly. He looked at your picture one more time before shutting his phone off.

The next morning, Tom got into a black van that was going to take the cast to the building where the interviews were taking place. You got into the car shortly after with a huge smile on your face that Tom had never seen before. You were in a nice dress and full glam already, unintentionally earning yourself Tom’s full attention.

“Good morning.” You said enthusiastically as you sat in the seat beside him. He was slightly taken aback by how friendly you were being since he had only ever seen you being quiet and reserved.

“Oh, hello.” He smiled in surprise. “Good morning to you too, darling. How are you doing?”

“I’m really excited for today.” You admitted. “I haven’t done a big press tour like this before. I know they can be a little boring and repetitive but I can’t wait.”

“Yeah. These tours are pretty crazy. You get to see a lot of amazing places which is really cool. But you also get to answer the same question 100 times a day for a month straight. You’ll learn the highs and the lows pretty soon.”

“I’m ready for it all. But thanks for the warning. I appreciate any tips I can get.” You chuckled.

“You’re welcome. And don’t worry. You’ll get used to waking up at the crack of dawn and having a bunch of people you’ve never met poke you with makeup and hair stuff.”

“When?” You asked through a yawn. “Because I have a full face of makeup on before my brain is fully awake and it feels so very, very wrong.”

“Not soon enough.” He sighed. “I’ve learned to stay half asleep while the nice ladies apply my concealer.”

“Oh, so this complexion isn’t natural?” You teased and pointed to his face.

“Nope. You’re not the only one in full glam right now, darling.” He humored you, making you laugh.

“Careful. You don’t know if you can’t trust me yet. I might sell that piece of bad boy information to a news site and get you exposed.” You warned. It was Tom’s turn to laugh and he felt amazed that he had never seen this side of your personality before.

“I hope you don’t. I was just about to say that I’m glad I can share your first big press tour with you but now I feel we may have begun an enemies arch.”

“No. We can’t be enemies.” You whined playfully. “Because I was gonna say that I’m glad you’re here too. You always seem so relaxed and funny in interviews. I’m really hoping I don’t come off as nervous as I feel today.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t. It’ll feel just like a conversation.” He assured you. He was pleased to know you were a watcher of his interviews and wondered what else he’d uncover about you that day.

“Thank. I really appreciate you helping me with all this.”You said sincerely.

“It’s no trouble. If you have any other questions, just ask. I’ll help wherever I can.” He told you.

“Thanks, Tom.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and suddenly remembered what Harry had said the night before about not falling in love with you. Tom was just one conversation in and already struggling to keep his promise.

Once the van arrived at the building, you and Tom had makeup touch ups and were then sent into the junket room.

“Wow. I haven’t seen the poster yet.” You gasped and touched the poster with gentle fingertips. Tom watched you admiring it and smiled when he saw how proud you looked.

“You look good up there. I hope to see you on more posters.” He said and nudged you slightly.

“Like in Playboy?” You asked and looked insulted.

“What?” Tom gulped. “No, no, no. I didn’t-“

“I’m just messing with you.” You cut him off and nudged him back. He felt his hearts too racing and cracked a smile.

“You really had me for a second there, darling. I didn’t realize you had such a sense of humor. I guess I never heard you say much on set.”

“Thats because I found it hard to shake my character after filming all day. I guess I’m not used to separating that yet. I loved my character and all but I’m so glad to be done shooting her. She’s so dark and dramatic. It really affected my mood on set.” You told him as you both sat down in your chairs.

“Oh, wow. So you’re not quiet? You were just in character?”

“Quiet? I’ve never been described as quiet.” You laughed. “I was just in my emo phase on set because the material I was shooting was so dark. It bummed me out all day.”

“But you’re not bummed out today?” He asked with a coy smile.

“Fuck no. I’m ready to party.” You whispered to him just as the journalist came in. He burst out laughing at the unexpected expletive and earned himself a look from the journalist.

“Well alright then.” He chuckled.

That was the first of many times you made Tom laugh that day. The more interviews you did together, the more he learned about you and your personality. He paid attention to every anecdote and personal story you shared and was more and more fascinated each time.

When it came time for day two of the press tour, he could not wait to get back in there with you. The interviews were in the hotel that day and Tom got to the junket room first. When you got there, you handed him a hot cup of tea.

“For you.” You smiled and sat beside him. Tom looked at you curiously and you gestured for him to sip it. He took a sip and widened his eyes when he tasted it.

“This is exactly how I take my tea.” He said incredulous.

“I know. I was listening when you ordered at breakfast yesterday.” You said proudly.

“Thank you, darling. I really appreciate that.” He smiled fondly at you before taking another sip.

“Well I wanted to thank you for all your help yesterday.” You smiled shyly. “I was really nervous yesterday until we talked in the car. You made my first press day really memorable. So I did the normal courtesy of eavesdropping on you and brought you your favorite tea.”

“That was very kind of you. And you made my day yesterday a lot better than I was expecting so I should be thanking you too.”

“Then I’ll loudly tell someone else my favorite way to drink tea so that you can eavesdrop and surprise me.” You joked as the journalist walked in.

“How are you guys doing today?” The journalist asked to start the interview.

“I’m doing really well now that Y/n brought me tea.” Tom answered and took another sip.

“I’m also doing really well but because Tom didn’t bring me tea.” You said and looked at Tom to see if he found it funny.

“Why would that make you happy?” He laughed.

“Because I hate tea.” You shrugged.

“What? Don’t you know that is the worst thing you can say to an English person? And you just told me you had a favorite tea.”

“That was a joke. I actually hate tea.” You admitted.

“How can anyone hate tea?” Tom asked in exasperation.

“It’s just like hot, flavored water. I don’t understand what’s good about it. I hate soup too.“

“Soup too?” Tom gasped and pretended to clutch his petals.

“I think soup is so nasty. Why would I ever want to eat hot blended food?”

“If you hate soup and you hate tea, then what do you do when you’re sick?”

“I watch Fantastic Mr. Fox under my covers like a normal person.” You answered, making him laugh.

“This is very disturbing information to learn so early in the morning. You’ve surprised me, darling.”

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You shrugged with a laugh.

The next day, Tom was pleased to see you already waiting in your chair for the interview to start. You were texting on your phone but looked up when he came into the room. Your makeup artists was touching up your lipstick so you couldn’t smile at him and opted for a wink. He found himself blushing at the wink and sat beside you.

“Morning, darling.”

“Good morning. No tea today?” You teased.

“I’ve already had my tea, for your information. I chugged it while I got my makeup done.”

You laughed but he wasn’t actually kidding about getting his makeup done. He was just happy that it made you laugh. Your makeup artists finished up and you checked your makeup in your phone camera.

“You look pretty.” Tom said before he could stop himself. You looked over at him in surprise before smiling.

“Why, thanks. So do you.” You said and shot him another wink. He blushed and looked down at his lap at the compliment.

“God, I’m gonna be thinking about lunch this entire interview.” You whispered to him.

“You didn’t eat at the craft service table?”

“I can’t eat that early in the morning.” You waved your hand. “It makes me nauseous. Now I’m wishing I did though. My kingdom for a cheese stick.”

“I hate cheese.” Tom grimaced.

“What? Even in stick form?” You asked him.

“Even in stick form.” He humored you. “And you can’t judge me because you hate the two most comforting foods on earth.”

“I’m judging you so hard right now.” You mumbled. Tom laughed as an idea came to him.

Before your next interview, Tom made a quick stop at the bakery across the street. You were already in the room waiting to start by the time he got back. He quickly fixed his hair before holding out a little brown paper bag.

“For you.” He said with a bashful smile.

“What is this?” You asked as you took the bag.

“Open it.” He said as he sat beside you. You gave him a curious look before opening the bag.

“Scone?” You gasped and looked up at him.

“Scone!” He smiled proudly.

“You got me a scone? Why?” You wondered and took the stone out of the bag.

“Because it was easier to find than a cheese stick.” He chuckled.

“I love you.” You cupped his chin before taking a bite of the scone. Tom froze and felt his face turn bright red at your words. You realized he had gone quiet and looked over at him.

“Sorry. Was it too soon to say that?” You asked with a mouthful of scone.

“I think so. Aren’t you supposed to wait three months?” He chuckled and touched a cold hand to his burning face.

“Too bad. The introduction of the scone sped up our relationship and now we’re in love.” You shrugged and took another bite. Tom laughed again and looked down at his laugh.

“So, uh, speaking of our relationship. Have you seen the way fans have been shipping us since our last few interviews hit the Internet? How weird is that?” He said and forced a laugh. He didn’t actually find it weird, he just wanted it see how you felt about the possibility of a relationship.

“I was actually deep into the fan edits last night to be perfectly honest with you.” You said through a laugh.

“Were you?” He asked in surprise.

“I was. And I heard that we’ve been secretly dating since May. Did you know that?”

“I did. I forgot to tell you. I’m sorry, darling. It must’ve slipped my mind.” He played along.

“That’s okay. I can’t be mad at you since you blessed me with a scone.”

The journalist came in once you had finished your scone and the interview began. Tom was barely paying attention to the questions and only focused on hearing your answers. He loved that he wasn’t getting to learn new things about you that he was too shy to ask.

“Unpopular opinion?” The journalist asked.

“A lot of people think cats are girls and dogs are boys but the real take here is that all seagulls are boys.”

“Woah, what? What makes all seagulls boys?” Tom asked you.

“A girl would never act like that.” You said simply, making Tom laugh.

“My unpopular opinion is that Y/n’s best movie is Look Mom, No Hands.” Tom said, making you burst out laughing.

“I know you did not just bring up my Disney Chanel original movie from when I was 11.”

“Yes I did. Because I watched it last night and I cried when you made the winning goal even after your glasses broke from the soccer ball hitting you in the face.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “The drama.”

“It was! The opposing team totally kicked it into your face on purpose because they knew you were the underdog. But nevertheless, she persisted. You made the winning goal and your team won the championship.”

“Wow. Way to spoil my movie from 15 years ago. And why were you even watching that?”

“Because I needed to know who I was working with everyday. It’s a part of your lore. Now that I know you’ve starred in a DCOM, I know I can trust you.”

“I was not the star. Bridget Mendler was the star. I was just the quirky best friend.” You reminded him, making Tom laugh.

“Well you were the only one I was looking at, okay darling? You were the star for me.” He said as he looked over at you. You smiled at his answer and nodded your head.

“Good answer. Favorite snack?” The journalist asked.

“Oh no. You’re gonna think I’m weird.” You smiled sheepishly.

“What? I could never, darling. What is it?” Tom asked and turned in his chair to face you.

“I put mustard on popcorn.” You grimaced.

“What the hell?” Tom’s nose scrunched in disgust.

“See! I knew you’d think I was a little freak.”

“Mustard? On popcorn? Why would anyone do that?”

“You’re thinking it’s worse than it is. Yellow mustard on lightly salted popcorn is really good, okay? Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“You’re gonna have to make it for me. Because I cannot imagine it’s good.” Tom shook his head.

“If I can get my hands on some mustard during this press tour, I will be at your door in a heartbeat.”

“It’s a date.”Tom replied, making you smile.

“It better be.” You answered, and he returned the smile.

Tom was fully in it now. Every second that he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. You started spending your evenings together and grabbed dinner every night after your interviews. He was falling fast and getting worse and worse at hiding it. He posted a photo of the two of you that the paparazzi had taken while you were out to dinner and captioned it “I’d wait out in the cold all night just to take pictures of her too”. He tagged you and it wasn’t long before you were in his comments saying “he’s so obsessed with me it’s honestly embarrassing”. He smiled at the comment and wrote back “yes, and?” before going to bed.

The press tour was coming to an end and on the last day, Tom walked into the junket room to find only one chair in the room.

“Oh. No Y/n?” Tom asked his manager.

“Nope. Solo interviews today.” They replied. Tom faked a smile and sat in his chair. He hoped his disappointment wasn’t as obvious as it felt as he gave the interview alone. He did a few more solo interviews throughout the day and eventually got to his last one. It wasn’t long before the door opened up and you walked into the room with Tom’s water bottle.

“Hi. I’m crashing. Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly and walked into the room.

“That’s quite all right. Do you want a chair?” The journalist asked you.

“I’m good.” You smiled politely and sat on Tom’s knee. He immediately blushed and looked up at you.

“What are you doing here, darling?” Tom grinned.

“I finished early so I brought you juice.” You said and handed him the water bottle.

“What? No way.” He smiled in appreciation and opened up the water bottle to see apple juice inside.

“Juice!” You cheered.

“Juice!” He echoed. “Thank you, darling. What a nice surprise.”

“Well I had to get you back for the scone.“ You told him.

“So Tom, I have to ask about your Instagram post from yesterday. You tagged Y/n in an interesting place, Tom. Care to comment on that?” The journalist asked now that you had joined the interview.

“He tagged me there because it’s where you can usually find me.” You chuckled.

“Wait, I’m lost? Where did I tag her?” Tom asked. You and the journalist exchanged a look before you pulled out your phone to show Tom his own post from the night before. He had accidentally tagged you right on his crotch, making him turn red when he saw his mistake. And when he pieced together what you meant by what you had just said, he turned even redder.

“Oh my God. I swear, I’m just Instagram stupid. I didn’t mean to tag her there.” Tom explained.

“Yes he did. He tagged me in my location. Because that’s where I am.” You kept up the joke just to tease him.

“Where?” The journalist laughed.

“On Tom’s dick.” You shrugged. Tom covered his red face with his hands as you and the journalist laughed.

“People know that about me. If they can’t find me, they don’t ask “hey where’s Y/n?” because they already know where I am. It’s my happy place. My sanctuary. My home away from home.” You continued.

“No. No more. My mum watched these.” He playfully scolded you.

“Hey, you started this.” You reminded him.

“And I’m ending it.”

“Actually, I’m the one who has to end it. That’s all the time we have. Thanks guys.” The journalist said. The last interview was done, meaning the press tour was officially over. You stood up and adjusted your skirt before looking at Tom. He smiled softly but felt his disappointment return. The tour was over which meant today was his last day with you. He knew you’d keep in touch, but it would never be like this again, and that’s made him sad.

Instead of wallowing in his sadness, Tom did something about it. He stopped by the corner store before making his way to your hotel room. In his way there, he ran into his brother Harry. Harry took one look at the bag of popcorn in his hands and knew what was happening.

“You fell in love with her, didn’t you?” Harry snorted.

“Shut up.” Tom groaned. “I can still fire you.”

“You did the one thing you said you wouldn’t do. Now look at you. One your way to eat the most American combination of foods I have ever seen. You’re a disgrace to your homeland.”

“I couldn’t help it, okay? She made me fall for her. It’s all her fault, really. Now leave me alone. I have a girl to surprise with a disgusting snack.” Tom said and went on his way. He took a deep breath before knocking on your door. You opened your door for him and he held up his bag of supplies.

“Hey, you. What’s this?”You raised an eyebrow.

“Mustard and popcorn. You little freak.” He said with a teasing smile. Your lips curved into a smile as you stared at him.

“Get in here.” You instructed.

He went into your room and shut the door behind him as you poured the bag popcorn into two bowls. He did his best to hide his disgust as you squirt mustard over them both.

“Here. You’re gonna love this.” You said as you handed him his bowl.

“It smells like mustard.” He grimaced.

“Well, that’s 50% of the ingredients.”

“Okay. I’m doing it. I’m eating one.” He said and popped a mustard covered piece of popcorn into his mouth. You watched him as he chewed it and could tell he hated it.

“Well?” You asked.

“I’m gonna throw up.” He answered.

“Spit it out.” You laughed.

“No. You like this so I’m gonna force myself to like it too.” He said a begrudgingly swallowed the popcorn. You laughed at him but your smile slowly faded and you looked a little upset.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked you.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling kinda down tonight.” You told him.

“You are? What’s bothering you?”

“I guess I’m just sad the tours over. I don’t like when things end.” You admitted with a sad smile.

“I’m sad it’s over too. They usually exhaust me but I don’t know. I particularly enjoyed this one.” Tom replied sheepishly without meeting your eyes.

“You did?” You asked as you ate your popcorn.

“I did. Mostly because I enjoyed getting to know you.” He admitted and finally looked up at you. You smiled in surprise and scooted closer to him. Tom gulped and looked down at his lap. The tour was officially over so if he didn’t want you to get on a plane without ever knowing how he felt, he was gonna have to speak now.

“You know, before the tour started, my brother made me promise that I wasn’t gonna fall for you.” Tom admitted.

“What?” You laughed softly. “Why would he make you promise that?”

“I don’t know. He said it would only end in two ways.” Tom said and looked into your eyes with a sheepish smile.

“Which were?” You wondered.

“We get caught up in the excitement of the movie so we start a fling and then breakup when the tour ends.”

“Well that didn’t happen. So what was the other option?”

“I fall for you and never tell you. And the tour ends and you get on a plane and I regret it for the rest of my life. But I guess that option didn’t happen either since I told you.” He said as he never dropped your gaze. You stared into his eyes for a moment as you processed what he had just admitted.

“Well, what if there was a secret third option?”

“Secret third option?” Tom asked with intrigue.

“I mean, just because the tour is ending that doesn’t mean it has to be the end of you and me, does it?” You said and leaned in even closer.

“It doesn’t?” He gulped at your close proximity.

“I don’t think so. And look. You bought me food. That makes this is our first date.” You explained as you held up your bowl of popcorn.

“Well I’m happy to hear that but don’t expect a kiss with your mustard breath.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“What was that?” You played along.

“I said you’re so pretty and I have a giant crush on you and want us to be together.” He said quickly.

“Much better.” You smiled and popped some popcorn into your mouth.

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mswritergirl02 · 17 days

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Holland Tunnel for a Nose

In which Harry accuses Y/N of playing with snow, but not the kind of snow that falls from the sky.

->Reader Advisory: The following writing contains mentions of intoxication and illegal substances. The content may not be suitable for all audiences, particularly those who are sensitive to such themes or are underage.

A/N: Make sure to follow me! I'm going to be posting everyday (:

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Harry paced back and forth in the living room, his worry growing by the minute. It was way past 2 am and Y/N still hadn't come home. He’d called her many times, but all he got was her voicemail. At first, he tried to brush it off, thinking she was just hanging out with friends and lost track of time. But as the night dragged on and it hit 1 am, then 2 am, his concern skyrocketed.

She was supposed to be back by midnight, which seemed pretty fair, but now he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Now Harry didn't want to seem too controlling or jealous, but as time went on, those worries faded away. All he cared about was his Y/N's safety, and every unanswered call made his stomach turn.

With a creak, the door swung open, and Y/N stumbled into the room, her laughter ringing out loud and uncontrollable. Relief washed over Harry but was quickly replaced by concern as he took in Y/N’s intoxicated appearance.

Harry walked over to her, his heart leaping into his throat as he approached her side. "Y/N, where have you been? I've been worried sick!"

Y/N waved him off with a careless grin. "Relax, Haz, I'm fine. Just had a few drinks with friends."

Harry's brow furrowed as he caught a whiff of alcohol on her breath. "A few drinks? You reek of booze, love.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, swaying slightly on her feet. "I'm perfectly fine, my phone died, and I lost track of time.”

“Lost track of time? It’s past 2 am, love. I’ve been so worried.”

As they spoke, Harry didn't fail to noticed the subtle signs – the rapid movement of her eyes, the sniffing, and the nervous energy radiating off her in waves. His heart sank when he realized what they meant.

“Y/N, are you on something?"

Y/N giggled again, shaking her head. "No, silly! I'm just having fun."

Still not convinced Harry gently cupped her chin, his heart sinking as he saw the dilated pupils staring back at him.

“Y/N, what did you take, and don't lie to me," Harry's voice was firm, his grip on her chin gentle yet unyielding.

"I can see it in your eyes, your pupils are huge. What did you take?"

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. Suddenly she felt a surge of anger rising within her, fueled by the combination of alcohol and the selected drug coursing through her veins.

“What did I take?” Y/N’s voice was sharp, laced with irritation as she pushed Harry’s hand away from her chin. “You think I’m some sort of junkie?”

“Could've fooled me.”

Rolling her eyes at his comment Y/N took a step back to avoid his gaze, but her balance faltered, causing her to stumble backward and collide with the closed door. A muffled thud filled the air as she struggled to regain her footing.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Harry’s voice carried a mix of concern and frustration as he rushed to her side, his hands reaching out to steady her.

Y/N brushed him off, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. I’m fine, Harry! Just leave me alone.”

Harry’s seafoam green eyes flickered nervously between Y/N’s warm chocolate brown ones and the black purse hanging off her shoulder. His heart raced with worry, but he knew he had to find out the truth. Without a word, Harry’s hand shot out and snatched Y/N’s purse from her shoulder, startling her.

Her eyes widened in panic, and she let out a string of curses. Her hands were now reaching out to grab her purse, but Harry turned his back to her, blocking Y/Ns path and holding the bag out of reach. Ignoring her, Harry’s fingers brushed against something small and plastic. He pulled out a mini plastic baggie, and his heart sank.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N?” he growled, gently pushing her back against the wall and holding the baggie of white powder in front of her face. With wide eyes, she reached out to grab it, but Harry was quicker.

“Are you fucking serious right now Y/N?”

“You took an Uber home, anything could have happened to you on that drive. Do you even care?” his voice trembling with anger, but she remained silent, her eyes on the baggie in his hands.

Her silence only fueled Harry’s rage further. “Oh, now you’re quiet, huh? Now that you’ve been caught red-handed?” he spat.

Y/N’s lips curled into a sneer, and she finally opened her mouth to snap back at him, her words laced with venom. “Mind your own damn business, Harry! You don’t get to tell me how to live my life!”

Harry wasn’t having it. She doesn't get to play the victim.

“No, Y/N, you don’t get to be mad. You fucked up, and now you’re going to listen to me,” he said firmly to which Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Maybe you should focus more on your music and actually writing a fucking song instead of sticking your nose in other people’s business”. In her mind, she hoped those words would make him back off and let her be.

Harry’s expression darkened, hurt flashing across his features. “That was a low blow, love, and you know it.”

“Well, maybe you should mind your own business for once! I don’t need you interrogating me like some kind of cop!”

Harry clenched his jaw tightly before marching to the kitchen, pouring the contents of the baggie down the sink, and running water over it, ensuring it was completely washed away.

and now Y/N was seeing red.

“Are you fucking serious? That was mine, you had no right!” She picked up her purse From the ground and hurled it at him with full force, but Harry ducked, and it missed him by an inch.

He stormed back to her, his face now towering over hers. “You’re crazy if you think you’re going to do drugs, and you’re even crazier if you think you’re going to be throwing shit at me love,” he said whilst tilting her head back and running his thumb over her bottom lip.

Y/N tried to push him away, but Harry grabbed her wrist.

“Sit on the couch, Y/N,” he said in a firm voice.

“F*ck you,” Y/N spat back, defiance in her tone.

“Don't make me ask you again. Sit on the f*cking couch, Y/N.”

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