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[grayson-bailey]

Instagram stories of boyfriend!gray all inspiration credit to @clubsdolan and her amazing ones 🥰

[parker-starks]

in secret - H.H.

summary: Harrison finds out his sister is not as innocent as he thinks she is

requested: yup!

“Hi! Can I request something please? An imagine about Harry, the reader being Harrison’s younger sister and him finding out about their relationship along with the rest of the Holland’s? Super cute if you can please!”

warnings: swearing, making out, sexual references, shitty writing. just the usual 

pairing: harry holland x reader

a/n: great concept, poorly executed. you have been warned. 

You and Harrison had escaped your mum and her kit set obsession for the equally crazy Holland house. Your mum had just discovered IKEA shipped to England, and so, of course, went crazy on anything she could find. The minute the delivery van pulled up outside your house, you and your brother gapped it immediately. (is “gapping it” kiwi slang??? idk im sorry it means leaving lol) When you walked inside, Tom, Sam and Paddy were all yelling at each other about which sport to watch. Sam was insisting on skiing, he was missing the slopes after spending so long in France, but Paddy was pleading for a bit of rugby, and Tom in true English fashion was rooting for soccer. Harrison jumped right into the argument, siding with Tom, because “Soccer is the sport of our COUNTRY. Do you hate England or something?”  Your smiled at the boys arguing in front of you, slipping out of the room while they were all distracted. You climbed the stairs, opening the door to Harry’s room quietly and slipping in. 

He looked up from his phone, throwing it across the bed to embrace you. 

“Hi love,” Harry grinned into your hair when you collapsed on top of him. 

“Hi.” you giggled into his chest before lifting your head and resting your chin on his sternum. “I missed you,”

“I miss you too, but it’s not like I can just come over to your house and make out with you all day. No matter how much I want to...” he laughed. 

“I wish you could too. But if we can’t do that surely we can make out here?” 

You pushed yourself up so you were straddling him and pressed your lips down to his. Your hands reached up to his hair, fiddling with the small strands on the nape of his neck. His hands reached around your back, sliding up and down it in a comforting manner. A knock on the door pulled the two of you out of the kiss. You looked at Harry, no-one could know you were together.

“W-who is it?” Harry asked. 

“It’s me, just let me in would ya?” Harrison said, jiggling the doorknob. 

“I’m not dressed” Harry said, upon seeing your face he threw his arms up with a i don't know what the fuck to do! look. 

“Not like I haven’t seen it before.” Haz said, pounding on the door. 

You shared a crazed look with Harry, half wondering how you were supposed to get out of this and half wondering what your boyfriend and brother got up to when they were alone. 

“Fine! I’m jacking off.” 

You could barley contain your laughter, “what the fuck?” you whispered, your hand covering your mouth to try silence yourself. 

“Oh mate, should’ve started with that. Come downstairs when you're done aye.” Harrison laughed, walking away from the door. 

Your rested your forehead against Harry’s chest, still laughing. 

“Shut up. It got him to go away didn’t it.” he huffed. 

You grinned up at him, placing a small kiss on his lips before excusing yourself to see his family downstairs. Your bum vibrated with a text from your mother, telling you how she wanted some help with making up some furniture she had ordered. 

“Hey Haz, I think mum wants us home now,” you said, sliding your phone into your back pocket again. 

“Alright, I guess I should be a good son.” Harrison sighed, giving Tom a half hug goodbye and grabbing his keys. 

Tom stood up and followed the pair of you to the front door, just has Harry came running down the stairs. 

“Babe you left your wallet upstairs.” Harry smiled, handing you it. 

“Thanks Ha-”

“What did you call her?” Tom interrupted, looking at Harry with confusion.

“Uh, nothing. I just said Y/N you left your wallet upstairs.” Harry replied casually.

“No... you called her babe didn’t you?” Tom asked, looking between the two of you.

You didn’t dare to look at Harry, horrified that they may piece it together. Harrison had his lips pressed together in a tight line, his face turning redder by the second.

“Is there something you wanna tell me, Harry?” Haz asked, his emotions unreadable.

You could feel Harry look at you, it was done. They were gonna find out one way or another. You met his eyes and smiled, kissing him. 

“Surprise?” you said, leaning your weight into Harry’s side. 

“Oh I’m gonna kill you Hollan-” His face dropped suddenly. “What were you doing in your room.” 

Your eyes went wide, Harry did tell him he was jacking off after all. You nearly fell over as Harry disappeared from beside you, running upstairs to escape the wrath from your brother. 

[grayson-bailey]

Instagram stories of boyfriend!gray part 2! Inspired as always by @clubsdolan ☺️

[parker-starks]

Uncle Harrison - H.O.

summary: your nephew accidentally calls your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, uncle. 

requested: nope, just inspired by my neph 

warnings: none! 

pairing: harrison osterfield x reader 

a/n: i originally wrote this about harry but after checking my master list i realised i had wayyy more shit for harry than anyone else lol 

You grabbed Harrison’s outstretched hand as you walked in front of the car, he flashed you a small smile before the two of you walked up to your childhood home. You didn’t bother knocking, after all it was your house for the first 18 or so years of your life. Kicking your shoes off, you headed into the kitchen, saying a hello to your mother before rummaging through the fridge for something good to eat. 

“Oh Harrison it’s so lovely to see you again,” your mum grinned, pinching his cheek. 

With a mouth full of grapes, you turned around and rolled your eyes at Haz behind your mothers back. He only grinned at your attitude and gave your mum a hug. 

“It’s great to see you again too,” he smirked over her shoulder at you, knowing you hated it when he sucked up to her. 

“Well at least somebody’s happy to see me.” Your mum huffed, turning to face you with her hands on her hips. “Your nephew’s here,” she said, yelling his name after to call him into the kitchen.

You smiled at the mention of him, Harrison did too, knowing he was the only person who gave Haz a run for his money for being your favourite boy. 

“Aunty!” You nephew yelled, running into the kitchen. 

“What’s up little dude?” you smiled, picking him up for a hug. 

“I got a big kid tooth.” he grinned back at you, picking his top lip up to show you the large tooth cutting in. 

“No way.” you gasped as he nodded, smiling from ear to ear. 

“I pulled it out at school” he giggled, poking his tongue through the gap. 

“Miss William’s would not have been impressed I suspect.” you said, furrowing your eyebrows in a playful manner. 

You nephew giggled and shook his head, he was a cute kid but at times he could be annoying as hell. You set him down, ruffling his hair slightly as he looked up at you and asked if you would play with him in the lounge. 

“Of course I will,” you smiled, grabbing your nephews hand in one of your own, and Harrison’s in the other. “My two boys.” you said, kissing them each on the cheek as you sat down to play with the lego your nephew had made prior to your arrival. 

After half an hour, the three of you were sick of lego. Turns out once you build something there’s not a lot else to do with it. Your nephew had been bugging you for a while to play hide and seek, but Pretty Little Liars had just come on, and you had just caught up last week so it was pretty hard to pull yourself away from the TV. 

“Please Uncle Haz!” You nephew exclaimed, grabbing Harrison’s hand and attempting to drag him out of the lounge. 

Your eyes widened as they met with Harrison’s. You tried to explain, but all that came out was a series of illegible noises. After the initial shock had passed, a small smile slipped onto his face. 

“One minute bud, I just gotta talk to your Aunty.” He smiled at the small boy, watching him run off to hide.

“I’m so sorry.” you laughed, hiding your head in your hands. 

Harrison grabbed one of your hands, pulling you up off of the couch and into his chest. “Don’t worry about it. I kind of like it to be honest.” he laughed, planting a kiss on your hair. 

“It’s not like I told him to call you that or anything, it just slipped out one day! I mean we’ve been together for so long you’re basically his uncle anyway. Oh god I should just shut up shouldn’t I.” you rambled off, hitting your head against Harrison’s chest in frustration. 

“Darling, seriously. Don’t worry about it. I love that he calls me uncle, it makes me feel like we’re already married.” he said, turning red slightly at the admission of wanting to marry you. 

“Already married, huh?” you smirked, looking up at him and resting your chin on his chest. 

“Yup. Unfortunately I’m gonna be stuck with your annoying ass for the rest of my life.” 

“Oh shush, you love me.” You grinned, rising up to your toes to place a kiss on his lips before pushing him off to go find your nephew. 

[parker-starks]

Hi 👋🏻 I love your work and I’m bored af too Can you write something where like you and Harry have been friends for years and you go to a party together and you find out your boyfriend cheated on you so Harry takes care of you & takes you to McDonald’s or a Taco Bell to make you feel better. 💚

so the two of you would be in the kitchen, mixing the most disgusting drinks you could find and forcing each other to drink them. and needless to say after drinking a combination of vinegar, midori, and ketchup you didn’t feel too good. so you would do what anyone else does, right? go look for the few friends you arrived with and tell them you were leaving. only when you approached them, they were commenting how sorry they were for some girl, who was “so oblivious,” and “do you think we should tell her?”. and so you piped it, “tell who?” cue sympathy looks. “you,” one of your friends sighed, explaining how they had seen your boyfriend climbing into some random girls car and kissing her a few days ago. immediately the two girls either side of you wrapped an arm around you, while the rest of them assured you “he wasn’t shit.” you thanked them for telling you, and told them you were leaving with Harry anyway, you left with him, pleading him to stop at maccas despite the mascara stains down your cheeks. harry reached across the console, holding your hand and doing the thumb thingy while nodding, knowing how much you must be hurting. “whatcha want love?” he asked, rolling down his window. you listed off the cheeseburger, nuggets, chips, mcchicken and pancakes you were currently craving with a smile, already knowing that harry would help you demolish what you couldn’t consume. and so at 12:15 on a saturday night, you and harry sat in his car in the mcdonalds car park, you feet in his lap while eating your heart out and telling each other stories about how shitty your ex-boyfriend was. 

[parker-starks]

christmas day - T.H.

summary: after spending a lovely Christmas with you, Tom decides he wants you to stick around. 

requested: no

warnings: none

pairing: tom holland x reader 

a/n: @hollanderheart here’s some vanilla boy for you u lil bitch 

You and Tom had spent a lovely Christmas day with his family. Gifts were exchanged, crackers were popped, and most of all, food was eaten. Nikki had fed the entire family (plus you) extremely well. And so, as she deserved, she sat in the dining room. Chatting away to her husband and younger sons as they washed and dried. You were helping with bad puns and occasionally doing work (anytime you tried to seriously do something, Nikki would throw something at you). You walked into lounge to place down a candle that belonged on the mantle piece, only to find Tom. He was standing in the semi-dark, the multi-coloured Christmas lights were the only source of light. Tom stood tall, eyes glassed over, staring at the tree. He was entranced. He loved Christmas. It was his favourite part of the year. He loved being around his family and having everyone in one place at the same time. He also loved getting endless Spider-man merchandise each year. He had more money than anyone would ever need, so he always told his family to save theirs. Not that they listened. You placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly.

“Sorry love,” you whispered, resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“S’okay.” he smiled, turning his head to face yours. “Don’t you love Christmas?” he asked, in the same hushed tone. 

You nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before setting the candle down on the mantle. 

Tom turned, his back to the tree now. He took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to each before sending you a weak smile. 

“Are you okay, Tom?” 

“Absolutely perfect.” he grinned, dropping down to one knee and pulling out a box.

“Y/N, I want to spend every Christmas with you, I never wanna be away from you. And if I am, then I always want to come back to you. And who knows, maybe some kids.” he cracked a half smile. “But the point is, no matter what I picture for the future, you’re always a part of it. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. So, Y/F/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife and marrying me?” He said, staring up at you as he opened the little blue box. 

You blinked away tears as you nodded viciously. “Of course, Tom. Of course.” you laughed through a half-choked sob. 

You didn’t even give him time to place the ring on your finger before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulled him to his feet, and planted one on his mouth. He pulled away, smiling from ear to ear. 

“So d’ya want the ring or not?” 

You laughed and nodded, giving him your left hand. He slid the ring on before meeting your eyes with a loving smile. 

“Mr and Mrs Holland,” you whispered, giving him yet another kiss. 

The two of you stood like that for a while, faces pressed together and sharing intimate kisses before Tom decided it was time to show off his new fiancé. 

“Well, I did it.” Tom said proudly, holding you hand as the two of you entered the kitchen. 

“Did what, love?” Nikki asked.

Tom sent a smile down at you as you placed your left hand dramatically on his chest. 

“Oh my god!” Nikki screamed, jumping out of her chair and running to envelop you both in a hug. 

She started jumping up and down as you hugged her back, “Congratulations, oh my goodness.” 

“Sorry, what’s going on?” Dom asked. 

Nikki turned around to face him, “They’re engaged you idiot,” she huffed, causing a chorus of yells and “congrats” to erupt from the family. 

“Welcome to the family.” 

[parker-starks]

the charger p.2 - H.H.

summary: part two to “the charger”

requested: yes, multiple times

warnings: cliche galore. literally, pizza, roses, “i messed up” a thousand times. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

pairing: harry holland x reader

a/n: i did it smh, yall better enjoy this happy ending cause i didn't (also i really want pizza now)

When you walked through your front door, the first thing you did was plug your phone in. The second thing you did, was lie down on your bed. Man emotions were exhausting. You were just drifting off when your phone blew up, not literally of course, but many texts from family and friends alike came flooding in. There were 37 alone from your mum. (And 48 from your siblings combined). You rolled your eyes, clearing the texts that didn’t need replies. You paused when you came across a couple from Tom. Frowning, you clicked on them.

Spidey-Tom:

He fucked up and he knows it. He may be acting okay but he’s really hurt and upset. He still cares about you

Spidey-Tom:

I know he hurt you, but just know he hurt himself just as badly

You were going to reply, but as soon as you started to type you were interrupted by a call. You swallowed thickly, you hadn’t had any intention of answering his it, yet you still found yourself sliding your thumb to the right. You held the phone up to your ear, refusing to say anything. For a moment, it was just the two of you breathing on the line.

“I’m sorry,” Harry said, voice weak and cracking.

You knew he was waiting for a response. Part of you wanted to tell him you forgave him and let things go back to how they used to be. But you suppressed that and waited for him to continue.

“I- I shouldn’t have done it. Dad made that much clear, he hasn’t spoken to me much this past week. Which is fair. I had everything perfect and then I went and fucked it up,” he ended laughing.

You knew the laugh was just trying to mask his hurt.

“How did we end up like this?” you whispered into the phone, “We were supposed to be the sweethearts, Harry. And now all we’ve done is hurt each other again and again.”

“I know, baby, I know. And I’m so sorry. I just - fuck.” You could tell he was wiping away tears, causing ones to prick in your own eyes. “I didn't know what I had until I lost it.”

You couldn’t do this, you couldn’t listen to him hurting like this. And so you hung up.

You placed your phone on the bedside table and lay down on your bed, staring at it. It rang and rang, you never answered it. You just watched as it moved with each vibration, gradually moving closer and closer to the edge until... thump. You didn’t bother picking it up, you weren’t going to answer again anyway. After 5 minutes of your phone constantly ringing, you reached down and silenced it, scrolling through the notifications.

4:02 pm Missed call - mah luuurrve

4:02 pm Missed call - mah luuurrve

4:03 pm Missed call - mah luuurrve

4:03 pm Missed call - mah luuurrve

4:03 pm Missed call - mah luuurrve

4:04 pm Missed call - mah luuurrve

4:04 pm Missed call - mah luuurrve

4:05 pm Missed call - mah luuurrve

You sighed at his contact, you really needed to change it. Just as you unlocked your phone he tried calling again. You waited it out, not having the courage to decline it. Once your phone finally stopped ringing, you sent him a text.

Stop calling me.

Almost immediately, he replied;

Not gonna give up that easy, princess.

You couldn’t help but smile a little at his resilience.

What are you even gonna say if I answer? You’re sorry? I don’t need to hear it again.

You didn’t want to send it, but it needed to be done.

Whatever you say

You scoffed at the text, turning your phone off to avoid any contact with him.

You swung the door open to reveal Harry. He was leaning against your doorframe with a bunch of roses in one hand, a pizza in the other, and Tessa at his feet.

“Sal’s pizza because it’s your favourite and reminds you of home-” he started, handing you the pizza, “Roses because they’re the flower of love, and of course, Tessa. I figured you miss her.” he shrugged. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping out of the way. “Did you bring the pizza to try guilt trip me?”

“Course I did,” he grins, letting Tessa off her leash to run free in the apartment.

You set the pizza down on the coffee table, singling for Harry to sit adjacent to you on the couch. You take a slice, offering one to Harry as well. He takes it and leans back as Tessa jumps into his lap. For a while, he just sits there. Until he see’s your face - eyebrows raised in a care to explain yourself? matter.

“Right -uh. I’ve said I’m stupid enough right? We can get past that?”

You nodded curtly, wondering where this was going. He took a deep breath before starting again,

“I broke up with you because I’m going on tour again with Tom, and I know that you know that but the other day Haz pointed out how unfair it was to you. I didn’t see it earlier, I was too busy taking photos overseas. I broke things off because I realised you were at home alone, not being able to do anything because of your stupid boyfriend. And I-I just missed you so much when I was over there and if you missed me half as much as I missed you, I know how much it hurts. And I don’t e-ever want to hurt you.” Harry finished, looking down to twiddle his thumbs.

“That’s why? Because you didn’t want me to be lonely?” you almost laughed at the idea. “Harry you have no idea how happy it makes me that you’re away doing what you love. I don’t mind being on my own for a few months if it means you get to film and take photos. Not that I’m complaining - but you didn’t even ask if I wanted to come with you.” you said with a small smile.

The poor boy must have been beating himself up over leaving you behind.

“Well... now I feel ever stupider.” 

You laughed, grabbing his hand and placing a kiss to it. “Should we try this again?”

“Do you wanna come on tour with Tom and me?” 

You nodded, smiling at him before leaning over towards him. Harry shut his eyes, leaning forward as well. Instead of kissing him, you picked up a slice of pizza and leaned back into the couch. 

“Oh did you wanna kiss me?” you asked through a mouthful. 

Harry’s eyes shot open, giving you a glare before grabbing his own bit and sitting next to you. “How long are you gonna milk this for?” 

“Oh so long, baby. You don’t even know.” you grinned, looking up at him and placing the first kiss on his lips as a fresh couple. 

[parker-starks]

2:48 - S.H

summary: it’s 2:48 am and you’re still awake.

requested: no 

warnings: none

pairing: sam holland x reader

a/n: ...you guessed it. this was originally for harry lol

It was 2:48am, according to your alarm clock anyway. The past 5 or so hours had been filled with tossing, turning, and complaints from your partner, Sam because "I can’t sleep when you toss and turn that much love,”. Lucky Sam, he could fall asleep anywhere. On planes, trains, airports, hell, even the passenger seat on the way home from the supermarket, literally anywhere. Two seconds after Sam’s head hits the pillow, he’s out like a light. Which, at times like this, you were very envious of. You felt guilty about waking him up since he looked like a puppy when he slept, cute and cuddly. But that didn’t change the fact that you really just wanted to sleep right now. 

“Sam?” you whispered, shaking his shoulder slightly.

A groan emitted from the boy next to you before, “Yes darl?”

“I can’t sleep.” 

“C’mere then.” he said quietly, reaching his arms out to you.

You shuffled over in the bed, settling yourself between Sam’s arms and on his chest. You fingers toyed with the small amount of chest hair he had, subconsciously drawing little hearts - something Sam would go on to tease you about. 

“Can you talk?” you asked, resting your chin on his chest and looking up at him hopefully. 

Sam chuckled at your request, “Of course.” he then went on to ramble about his idea for a trip back to France, how his twin was trying to convince him to go to Australia and how much of a pain in the ass his girlfriend is for waking him up at 3am just to have him talk. 

You smiled while Sam talked on and on, pausing every few minutes because he was so tired. You just loved his voice at this time. It was so deep, and raspy, and of course, comforting. You were just on the verge of sleep when one of Sam’s snores jerked you awake. You couldn't help but laugh, of course he snored at that exact moment. You looked at your alarm clock, 3:21am. You sighed, throwing the covers off. It’s not like you were going to fall asleep anyway. 

You stepped into the kitchen and switched on your kettle. Tea always helped you sleep and what better time to drink it than when your boyfriend’s twin (or your boyfriend for that matter) wasn’t around to bug you about the lack of milk in it. Hopping up on the counter, you started to swing your legs, letting your feet tap against the cupboards below you. With a click, the kettle next to you switched off. Jumping down as quietly as you could, you grabbed a cup and tea bag from the shelf. 

“Love I thought you fell asleep, why’re you still up?” Sam muttered sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

You spun on your heel, he was leaning against the kitchen doorway shirtless. It was one hell of a sight if you did say so yourself. 

“Go back to sleep, I’ll be right up,” you said, sending him a warm smile. 

Instead of returning to bed, Sam wrapped his arms around your waist, “M’up now anyway.” 

You placed your arms on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. 

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear, swaying slightly. 

“I love you more, princess.” he whispered back, placing a kiss to your ear. 

“How about we take this party upstairs yeah?” you asked, leaning away from him to look at his cute, slightly puffy, face.

“Sounds good.” Sam smiled tiredly before grabbing your hand and dragging you upstairs, your tea long forgotten.