okay i finally understand why i'm not able to like posts or interact with @thesunsetofourpast and only with here with my personal blog.
It's because @thesunsetofourpast blog is a sideblog and it's linked with my email from my personal blog. I should have created another account with another email..And then, i'm stucked because even if my fics aren’t really known, i don't want to create another blog. But on the other half, i want to be able to like posts and interact with you with @thesunsetofourpast not my personal one.
What should i do ? create another account and reblog all of my fics from here and then start over ? or just accept to not interact with this blog ?
Harrison is so ugly. People only like him because of yom
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Firstly I’m gonna guess you mean Tom and secondly you don’t know how wrong you are anon. Harrison is not only extremely talented on his own and has his own fan base but have you seen him????!!!!!
I just wanna take a minute to wish you all a good day. I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves, remembering to breathe, drinking enough water, getting enough rest, and remembering that no matter what, ily all and believe in you all. You are beautiful, wonderful, talented human beings and I am so thankful to have found you. 🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘
All of you, but especially @thegirlintheswivelchair, @cocoamoonmalfoy, @hogwartsmarvelmommy, @violetlilysunshine, @hollandsmushroom, @hollandsvogue, @scarletspideyy, @spideyspeaches, @heartbreakweatherharry, @ms-perfectlyfinee, @thsquad, @petesrparker, @hazofmyheart, @duskholland, @farfromharry, @arvinsescape, @arvinrussellsgirlfriend, @harryhisanangel, @hotforharrison, @annathesillyfriend, @blissfulparker, @rosyparkers, @tomhollandsgirlfriend, @edna-skiffens, @thisisparadisemylove, @t-lostinworlds, @t-hollanderr, @mah-gah-lee, @reawritesthings, @heyhihellowhatsup0, and @bigassnocash.
Just woke up and see this 🥺❤️🥺❤️ this is the cutest way to start my day. Love you munchkin and don't forget to do all those things too and believe on all those words for yourself ✨🥰❤️
Watching Spider-Man: Far From Home when you're a tumblr reader is not JUST watch SMFFH. It's watching Spider-Man: Far From Home, thinking about y/n, Tom's assistant from "We’re Only Kidding Ourselves - @wazzupmrstark" , being pissed by everything Tom do. Even if you know it's a fictional story. Yeah that's the life I decided to live
Word count: 3768
Warning: angst, swear but i promise you, it's fluffy at the end
Pairing : harry holland
Request: no.
N/A: That's it ! The third and final part is finally here. You voted and I must admit it was really tight. Hope you are not too disappointed and still enjoy it. I apologize for the somewhat rushed and short end! As always, I remind you that English is not my native language. Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think of the fic! Like, reblogs to support. You can Love you all! xx
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You slowly pull away from Harry, disappointed that this moment is wasted. You pursed your lips together and then nibbled them as if to catch the taste of this almost kiss. But you could only smell the flavor of your peach lipstick. You looked at Harry dusting his pants with invisible dust, clearing his throat. Tom really couldn't break into a worse time than this. But basically, you were grateful to him. This almost kiss seemed to have brought to light some issues you hadn't suspected. The hotel was not far from the restaurant, so the return trip was not going to take long. Still, you felt like the minutes seemed ages and you would never see the end of this road. None of you spoke. Tom seemed to have understood that he had interrupted a moment between Harry and you. Harry watched his advanced feet, his hands in his pockets. The curly one would sometimes throw glances at you that you tried to avoid. And you? You were looking around, trying in vain not to think about what had just happened. You needed some time to figure out what this almost kiss meant and how you were feeling. For that you were going to have to talk to Harry but you weren't ready for it yet. You have distinguished the facade of the hotel and as in a silent agreement, the three of you have accelerated the pace without making it a brisk walk. When you finally got to the hotel lobby, you stopped, as if to plan what to do next. Harry swallowed hard and looked at his brother.
"I'm going ... I'm going to take Y/N back to her room."
"Of course" Tom said with a knowing smile "I'll be at the bar for a nightcap"
You scratched your elbow while pursing your lips. You didn't want to contradict Harry, but you didn't want to be alone with him just yet. Your mind was far too fuzzy to enter into any discussion with the young man.
"Do you actually mind if I join you, Tom?"
The actor raised his eyebrows in surprise as Harry looked embarrassed and somewhat frustrated. The eldest Holland, as the good brother he was, - metaphorically - held out his hand to his younger brother
"Are you joining us?" he asked politely
"Yeah, no thanks. I'm tired and I'd like to take a look at the photos I took before bed tonight."
You and Tom knew he was lying but you didn't say anything about it. You just nodded. Harry hugged his brother quickly but the moment to say goodbye was more embarrassing. Neither of you knew if you were comfortable kissing each other on the cheek or if a hug would suffice. After a game of a few seconds (two at most) on the best way to say goodbye. Harry hugged you and dared to kiss your cheek, more exactly just below the ear to whisper a few words to you.
"Good night Y/N"
It was nothing fancy, but there was something very personal about it. A simple wish for good night that was fraught with tension. But which one was it? Feeling? Anger? Hope? You watched him make his way to the elevator before he disappeared from your sight. You turned to Tom who was still wearing that knowing smile, his lips pursed together and his eyes sweating mischief.
"So..."
"Oh my god, pay my drink first and we'll talk about it"
You didn't have to tell him anything. He knew. Could you say he was your best friend? In some ways.
Living with the brothers Holland, Harrison and Tuwaine inevitably formed a bond. It was with Harrison, Harry and Tom that you had forged the most bonds. It was a matter of affinity. It wasn't that you didn't like Sam or Tuwaine. They were your closest friends, especially after the personalities of some of your old friends turned out to be "gold digger" - again, living with the Holland people could come with some drawbacks -. But Sam was the most withdrawn of the Holland brothers. He could be eccentric when he wanted to, that was for sure, but sometimes you could see the rift between him and his brothers. To be honest, you just thought Sam didn't want to be associated with Tom as : Spider-man's brother. And that is why he established as much distance as possible - although he loved his brothers -. Sure, he loved the charity he was doing with TheBrothersTrust but it ended there. To you, he was the most "anonymous" of the Hollands brothers by choice and you respected that. But the distance he had established by closing himself off in his "perfectly normal young adult life" had played a role in building your friendship with him. You weren't saying that you appreciate Tom, Harry, and Harrison for their fame. But as contradictory as it sounded, it had made them more accessible. It was strange how your friendship with the boys had been built. One moment you were yelling at a bodyguard for spilling your glass, the next second Harry was inviting you to join him with his brothers and friends, weeks later he wanted to see you every time he was coming out of his house. It was all done so naturally with spontaneous chatter, sending memes from The Office or with sarcasm in very bad taste. And very quickly, you found yourself glued to the hip of Holland & co. You didn't ask for that. You hadn't even expected it when you first met them. And you thought that's what the boys first liked about you and made them keep you in their life. So, obviously, Tom knew you pretty well You sat on one of the sofas in the small living room and neither of you spoke until your drinks were ordered and served.
“Did you have a good night?” Tom asked slyly.
"Pretty good, yes. I liked watching Madrid's busy streets at night."
“Yeah, Madrid’s busy streets, right. I totally could see it. "
"Tom ..."
"Y/N ..."
He narrowed his eyes in mischief. You were okay with that last drink, you wanted to talk about Harry and this almost kiss. But you didn't think your best friend would set foot there so quickly. So, you have decided to play the most boring. It was innocent but you knew it definitely could make him feeling embarrassed.
"By the way, how's Z doing? What a beautiful necklace she wore on Space Jam promo. Don't you think? "
Tom gave you a murderous look. He knew you were joking but he really didn't like to talk about his personal life. Since these photos in early July, he even tried to keep a low profile. There were a lot of rumors, even one with an engagement ring and internet was insane.
"Don't start with that ..."
Your best friend had had a few drinks at dinner and his gaze told you not to push him too hard. You wet your lips and held his gaze. The tension was palpable between you. But you have decided to cut short a possible argument. Tom was known to have some anger issues. Being an actor required knowing how to control your emotions, but your best friend was still struggling on some points. As for you, you had a rather similar character, you could start straight away. A misplaced remark from either of you could trigger cataclysm. You sighed while trying to regain composure.
“Alright Spider-man. But then avoid your sneaky remarks. I'm still trying to figure it out myself, okay?”
"But let me just ask you something.” He started
You nodded to encourage him to continue. The conversation suddenly took on a more serious air. The air had become heavy within seconds. Tom's simple phrase had made you strain. You weren't quite prepared for this conversation but if it gave you a clear view of the situation, you could handle it.
“So, you haven't feeling for Harrison anymore?"
"Omg, why are you all keeping asking me that." You replied with kind of irritation in your voice
“Because I think I interrupted you, almost kissing my brother a few minutes ago, while, the last time I checked, you were in love with my best friend "Tom said sharply.
"That's not why I no longer have feelings for Harrison"
"So what?! You just want to test all the options? Are you going to pounce on me too?"
It was your turn to give him a murderous look. Your brain didn't control your hand, which was holding your glass of whiskey, and which suddenly shot up towards Tom's face. Soaking him in alcohol, shock and shame.
"Asshole" you said in a fit of anger before realizing your gesture.
You widened your eyes, shocked. Okay, the quarrel came out of nowhere. Tom's arguments too, and they were totally invalid. Okay, you've had a fight before. But at this point? The little scene you had just had drew a few glances. You were livid.
His first question, however, was a legitimate one. It was normal to be disoriented to see you getting closer to Harry when not so long ago you were hopelessly in love with Harrison. But it had annoyed you. His brother asked you the same question. You couldn't make feelings go away so easily but you were aware that the blond didn't feel the same way. Harrison was happy with Grace and you were happy for him. Haz was just more important in your life as a friend to spoil your friendship by loving him desperately. So yes, you still had a lot of feelings towards him but these were trying to regress to the stage of Platonic friendship. As you did when Harry didn't make a move toward you the first time you two met.
"I..I'm going up to my room. Good night ... dickhead."
You didn't want to call him by his first name, actually he fully deserved the insult, Tom could be so stupid and arrogant sometimes. The fact is the argue was really stupid, nonsense.
You rushed to the elevator as Tom wiped his face with the hem of his t-shirt. Your heart was racing and now you wanted to know more than anything why Harry had leaned down to kiss you. Because now, in the eyes of one of your best friends, you represented a maneater. It was far from reality and it hurt you terribly. Your feet led us to Harry's room and banged on his door until it opened. Harry opened the door and your gaze fell on his bare chest. You eyes went up to his somewhat sleepy expression. You felt a little ashamed to disturb him now, but it was too late. His expression changed when he noticed the anger and restlessness in your eyes.
"Y/N? Are you okay, love?"
You have held his gaze and are invited to enter, pushing him into his room. You might as well not waste any more time and get to the heart of the matter. You will have no more courage tomorrow than today.
“Why did you almost kiss me earlier?"
Harry looked taken aback at first, he blinked several times to assimilate your question and you made him happy to ask it again when you met his silence as answer.
"Why did you almost kiss me earlier?"
"Why, in your opinion?" he asked you, almost annoyed.
“I don't know, I asked you first!”
Harry was a little angry with you. You'd ignored him on the way home, you'd purposely squeeze out the potential conversation by joining Tom for a nightcap and now you stood in front of him and had the nerve to ask him why he was about to kiss you, earlier this evening. You had tears of frustration at the corners of your eyes. Tom's words affected you more than you wanted to.
"Is that a fucking game you planned with Tom and Harrison?"
"What?" he asked you, confused
"Do you still need to try to figure if I'm just here for fame or something?"
"Y/N what are you talking about?"
"Do you think I would let you kiss me because you think I’m a gold digger?"
Harry ran his hands through his auburn curls, tugging at the tips trying to figure out where the speech was coming from. What had happened at the bar? Why were you talking such nonsense? You had been friends for years now and he had never thought of you that way. Why, all of a sudden, doubts like these were settling in your mind. He was angry that you might think he considers you a gold digger or that he had a plan with his brother and friends to prove it. It was completely insane.
"Why don't you just think I wanted to kiss you because I like you?"
You froze at his words. Did he like you? He liked you. You hadn't made that moment up, he had just spat out the tea. But you didn't understand.
"Why now?"
"Why now, what?"
"Why tell me now? Why have you waited for years?"
"I didn't realize before that I was in love with you… And you had feelings for Harrison."
So now, he was in love with you, not only like you. He. Was. In. Love. How the hell did you fell into this whole situation? It was a brutal turnaround.
"So it happened, all of a sudden?"
You always liked Harry, from the start, way before you met Harrison. His humor, his sarcasm, his arrogant side but his gentle nature. You lovd calling him "little shit" because sometimes that was what he was. But Harry was also the sweetest boy you had ever met. He could laugh at you for your hangover and the next second bring you water bottle, blanket and pain reliever while stroking your head to get your migraine away. But you both pushed each other into the friendzone ... unintentionally. Harry glared at you.
"Not all of a sudden. Y/N, I love you since the day we met. But first, yes, I needed to know if you were friends with me because of Tom's notoriety or for me. I was so happy you just wanted to be friends with me and not asking all time to spend time with all of us. I liked our late-night talk. I love our outings to drink a bubble tea just for the two of us, to talk to you for hours about the trips I made thanks to Tom and the pictures I was able to take during them, without you being never bored. –“
You smiled during his monologue - which he obviously had not finished -. You liked all of these things too.
“And then I introduced you to Harrison. Big fucking mistake because I saw you fall in love with him, wiping all out the chances I would ask you out. And all I wanted during those three fucking years was to see you happy but you weren't. How to tell your best friend - who incidentally has feelings for one of your best friends - that you have feelings for her? Tell me Y/N? It was completely fucked up "
“We’re both fucking idiots.”
You laughed through your tears. Fucking idiots. You slowly approached Harry who gave you a confused look, he took a step back instinctively and you froze. You didn't want to push him. You smiled shyly. He wasn't ready. Were you? You took another step towards him, your hand reaching for his cheek, which you traced with your thumb in a light caress. You could get the hesitation in his eyes. So you simply made a tiny gesture towards him. Like, in a way, opening the door for him to the possibility of a you. You kissed him on his other cheek, just around the corner of the lip before you pulled away.
"Good night, Harry"
You left her room without a word, with a slight smile. Nothing was lost, but all was not yet won.
The return to London came quickly and the love tension between you and Harry was at its peak. After the announcement of his feelings, you gave Harry the opportunity to take another step towards you. He didn't and neither did you. But you had a specific reason for this. You needed to do one thing before you jump into anything.
☙♡❧
You were in this bar, waiting for your friend to come back with your drinks. It had been two weeks since you had returned from Madrid and despite a few events here and there, you had managed to squeeze in a bit for a drink. It was your second beer and you were going to have to be honest.
"I'm glad we were finally able to do this" your friend told you
"Yes, me too ... but I have to tell you a few things."
" Honestly, I suspected it. You're way too tense to be just having a drink with me.”
“Harry almost kissed me in Madrid.”
“Damn it, it's about time.
"You knew?"
"Wait, you said 'almost' ... Didn't he?"
"Tom interrupted us ..."
A mocking smile landed on your friend's lips and you slapped him on the shoulder. You could perfectly read the depths of his thoughts. The thought that Harry had finally taken that first step towards you made him smile. He was happy and the fact that you were going to let yourself be kissed delighted him even more. But he couldn't help but tease you like he always had since you were friends.
"Harrison ..."
"So… Harry and you?" he asked
"No. Well, yes. Maybe. The truth is, we're stagnating a bit."
"Why?"
"I'm not sure… Part of my feelings for you? The fear that Harry might think he's a second choice. The odious words Tom said to me in Madrid that night?”
You wanted to be totally honest with Harrison. You couldn't lie to him, tell him that you didn't have feelings for him anymore. He had to know that. But the important thing was your friendship. But you also couldn't deny that you really liked Harry. Harrison was rather uncomfortable that you were confessing your feelings towards him so freely. On the other hand, he could also see that your goal was not to play with Harry, you were really concerned with how he might feel. You didn't really mean to hurt him and Harrison knew it.
"First of all. Y/N, about your feelings for me ..."
"I know, I know. You don't feel the same. But that's not it. It's… I don't feel good to start something with Harry when I'm… I'm still digesting it. there won't be any of us… I'm just starting to be able to stay with you without the pain of not being able to… you know, wanting to kiss you or run my hand through your hair. "
Harrison winced slightly at your words. He still found it hard to imagine himself in that position with you. You weren't hurt by his gesture; you knew he was just embarrassed by so much honesty.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for that" you apologized, embarrassed
“No, it's okay. I’m still processing too… But I have to ask you… is Harry a second choice for you?”
He knew no, but he needed to ask.
" What? No! In fact, you were sort of the second choice.
"Ouch"
"Sorry."
"It's okay. But why don't you tell him that? And for God's sake, what did Tom say to you in Madrid?"
"He asked me if I still had feelings for you and when I tried to explain that it wasn’t that simple, he asked me if it was only me who was trying to '"try all the options".
"I'm gonna kill that fucking idiot."
“No I understand, he wanted to protect his brother. I'm just disappointed and hurt that he thinks I'm playing with Harry's feelings.”
Looking back, you really understood Tom's reaction. Family was really important to him but you were hurt that he didn't trust you. You started to play with your hands very nervous. You grabbed your beer to take a sip. Silence had fallen a few seconds earlier.
"Can I be totally honest with you?" Harrison finally asked you.
"Yeah, sure"
"Harry told me he almost kissed you, two days after you got back."
"What?"
"Actually, we had a lot of talk. He's really in love with you, and that fool asked me for advice. Fuck you are really stupid. But Y/N, do you really like him?"
"It would be lying to you if I said I didn’t like him from the moment we first spoke."
"And you fell in love with me, instead? You are the queen of morons."
"First of all, fuck you, you can't deny that you have a fucking charm, Osterfield."
"Yeah, you're right."
"Second, so ... You ... don't you think I'm using him or anything? You're not angry?"
"Before I found out your feelings for me, I had a hunch that something was going on between you and Harry. Why do you think I told you that your soulmate might be closer than you think? "
You smiled, relieved by so much honesty on his part. You were relieved that he wasn't angry or thought you were using Harry as a bounce. Because it wasn't. You pursed your lips between her, softened before placing a kiss on her cheek.
"Omg, Harrison, I love you"
"Yeah ... don't love me too much" he joked
"Jerk."
☙♡❧
You waited a few days before talking to Harry. The house had been pretty empty since Tom left to film reshoots for No Way Home. Surprisingly, Harry had not accompanied him, he had simply preferred to work on a new script here in London. You took your courage in both hands before knocking at the desk where your best friend worked. You heard his hoarse voice inviting you to enter.
"Am I bothering you?"
"No. I'm stuck on a scene a bit, to be honest"
"Need a break. How would you like some bubble tea?"
"Hell yeah. You're perfect"
But neither of you really wanted to go out into town and be surrounded by people. Instead, you ordered. Harry went with his usual order and you had a bubble tea virgin mojito watermelon and added some treats.You were now both sitting on the couch. Harry had told you about the script he was working on and you were invested in the plot. He was truly talented and you couldn't be prouder of him. You had exchanged a few innocent touches. For example, his arm was on the back of the sofa while your body was turned towards him. Your hand brushed her forearm and sometimes traced invisible lines on her skin. It wasn't bothersome until you noticed it. You grabbed your bubble tea to take a sip.
"I spoke to Harrison"
"Really?"
"I needed to clear things up."
Harry bowed his head. He seemed disappointed. Did you forget his declaration in Madrid? Why were you telling him about Harrison again?
"I needed him to know that… you're not a second choice. That you weren't a rebound and I wasn't playing with you."
You were playing with your cup, not sure you wanted to look Harry in the eye. You knew he was in love with you but you were terrified that he had simply changed his mind. Harry was confused. He had discussed with Harrison; he had asked his advice and the blond had found himself playing the wingman.
“I needed him to understand that I was sincere before I started anything with you. Because…I like you Harry. And I needed to…end all this thing with Harrison before being honest with you. I needed to leave things in the past, to move forward ... with you.I – “
You haven't had time to finish your sentence. You felt Harry's lips crash into yours ... just like your bubble tea on your shirt.
"Shit, sorry .." he exclaimed
You laughed, fully, sincerely before placing your cup on the coffee table. You really don't care about your stained clothes. All you wanted was to feel the feeling again that had overwhelmed you a few seconds ago. So, you have to initiate the second kiss. You grabbed his face and put your lips on his. It was soft at first and slowly your two lips moved naturally, prolonging the kiss. In the euphoria your teeth grabbed her lower lip, you tightened your grip on her lip in a sucking action. Harry moaned in appreciation. The kiss was tender and passionate and when you pulled away from each other you could see the sparkle in each other's eyes.
"Damn, this is so good" he said
"Better than I imagined"
He pecked your lip again, eager to feel your touch again. He had become addicted after just one kiss, but he couldn't help but feel happier. Oh boy, he was so in love with you, he was living the dream. Damn you just kissed him, what more could he ask for.
"Please, I hope this is not a dream."
"Everything is real"
"Can I be proud to call you ... my girlfriend?" "
"You can call me whatever you want as long as you don't stop kissing me.
"Deal, girlfriend"
And with those last words, he kissed you again as you both smirk blissfully. Harrison was right: your happiness, your soulmate, was closer than you thought.
I just found an old video of my friend on New Year’s Eve 2019-2020 where she dropped by my door - as a Christmas present - a 5 feet 9 Christmas tree named by herself "Michel".
Just so you know that ; "Michel" doesn’t like crowds. "Michel" likes cuddling in the sense of thorns.
The whole conversation was:
Her: "Heyyyyy, are you at your flat?"
Me: "No, why?"
Her: "I have some gift I want to give you"
Me: "Just put it in my mailbox"
Her: "It doesn't fit in your mailbox"
Me: "C, what it is?"
Her: "It's Michel"
Me: "Who's the fuck is Michel?"
Her: "It's a Christmas Tree."
Me: "Where the fuck did you find a Christmas Tree?"
Her : "I stole it from the ice skating rink, I took him to party but he doesn't like the crowd. So i bring it to you! Please take care of Michel"
Me "What the fucking fuck i will do with a 5 feet 9 Christmas tree, C ?!?"
Her: "Please take care of him. He likes cuddles ! But only in the sense of thorns. Happy New Year Mag, I love you"
and then, she hung up the phone... And I was like
It still hilarious years later ! and NO you won't see that video
