I have currently only written for Sam Holland, Tom Holland, Harry Holland, and Harrison Osterfield, but I'm trying to expand! so send in requests of any characters + celebrity's and ill try my best to write for them!
Harry Holland
Fics
Harry taking photos of you- You find out harry is in love with you when you discover all the sneaky photos he takes of you.
And they were roommates- Roommate!harry slowly falling for you, basically what it would be like to be roommate with harry
Sketches- Harry Holland x artists!reader, a moment in time where harry catches you drawing him
The Baby Dilemma- You find out your pregnant with Harrys child, freaking out it takes Harrison to push you to tell him.
Blubs
Making out with Harry
Dating harry and meeting the family for the first time
Sub!Harry *
The boys spanking you *
Roomate!Harry
The boys dating Australian reader
Reader being afraid of elevators
Meeting harry while travelling
Protective! Dad to be, Harry
Wedding night*
Protective! Harry while you sleep
Moving in together
Taking a bath together*
Telling him your Bi
Photo competition*
Pool days
Baby fever
Him dating someone from the US
Its bed time*
Sam Holland
Fics
Miscommunication- Sam is in love with you, but he thinks your in love with Harry.
Vampire!Sam x reader *- Steamy sex with vampire Sam, biting kink
Lonely conversations- While Sam was away you would talk and cuddle with Tessa, when he comes home he finds you there, having a lonely conversation with the dog.
Bad boy, Good girl *- You have the schools bad boy wrapped around your finger. Sub!Sam
Sub Bad boy sam *
Blurbs
Roomate!Sam
Needy sub!Sam
The boys spanking you *
The boys dating Australian reader
Long distance, reunited
Pool day
Sub sam! First BJ*
Best friend!Sam
Collabe with anon ⚓️ - Sub!Sam, Sam gets cocky in front of his friends, you need to show him whos truly in charge. (this one goes off the rails haha whoops)
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A/N: I got this inspiration in the middle of the night and decided to develop it right away. My first story for Harrison and I loved it so much.
Forgive any grammatical errors, English is not my first language.
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It was a complicated story. It started when you were both 13, it was the night of the slumber party and he kissed you while watching a bad horror movie, this was repeated 3 more times after that day, until he got his first girlfriend and the stolen kisses stopped happening for a while. Then at 15, you showed up crying at your house because of some idiot boy who had broken your heart, he told you that you deserved someone better while wiping the tears from your face, you lay together on your bed while he stroked your hair and hugged you tightly, your eyes met at some point and he kissed you again. Then at 17, Harrison was your prom date, he gave you beautiful flowers and danced with you all night, later that night the two of you sneaked into your room and the kissing got hotter than it should have been, he said he would never meet another girl like you as he took off your dress, it was their first time and it was magical. And at 18 when you started living together and the situation became frequent.
They had been living some kind of colored friendship with casual sex ever since, but something about that night made them both sick of that situation.
Harrison felt that he could die at any moment.
You had brought a friend from college to the pub that night to meet the rest of your friends, Tom and Tuwaine were extremely receptive to the new guy but Harrison was annoyed when he realized that he was clearly into you.
An awkward fight broke out while you were still inside the car, Harrison saying that you shouldn't go around with just any guy and you saying that he shouldn't meddle in your love life.
"Love life? Since when are you dating that jerk?" He asked as he parked his car in front of the two of their house.
"I'm not dating anyone, we're just getting to know each other" You roll your eyes as you get out of the car.
Harrison opened the door to the house and the two of you walked in.
"I didn't like him" He said as you slammed the door angrily, that was the last straw for you.
"You have no fucking right to be jealous" You yell as you point to Harrison's face.
"You say it like it's easy, but you started it" He replies in the same tone of voice.
"You are not my boyfriend, don't think for a second that you can boss me around or choose who I date"
"Y/N I'm not trying to boss you around, you know damn well I'm the last person who would try to do that, I'm just saying you deserve someone better than some rich frat boy"
"I deserve someone better? Who? You?"
"Yes, I'm here for you" he says and feels his eyes fill with tears that he refuses to let fall.
"No you won't tell me that shit now" unlike him you let a tear slide down your cheek.
"Y/N..."
"No, Harrison, no" You stop him from speaking "You could have had me forever, since you were 13 if you wanted to, but you didn't, I watched you date several girls, and I kept waiting for you to realize that what we had was more than friendship, I waited for you Harrison, but you never realized" your voice was choked with crying "So don't come telling me that I deserve someone better and that you want me right away when I meet someone else."
"But I want you, I always have" he tries to hold your hand but you pull away from him.
"No, you're only saying that because you're afraid of losing me and you realize that we can't live like this forever.
A torturous silence fills the air, something cutting and hurting both of you, as if your lungs are emptying and suddenly there is no more oxygen to breathe.
"I can't stay here today" you say walking to the door.
"Please Y/N, stay" he begs, crying.
"I can't go on like this, I can't" you say before leaving the house.
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Their group of friends never really needs an excuse to drink, although Dollar Beer Night at Gia’s bar is as good a reason as any. Y/N had been sucked into some charity auction and dragged Tom along with her, so the rest of them were just killing time waiting for them to get back. (And getting very, very drunk in the meantime. Out of solidarity, of course.)
Later, that is the defense Zendaya will take, to explain how it all happened.
Plus, they are, for all intents and purposes, kidding.
“If Tom and Y/N were both single,” Sam says loudly, swinging his beer bottle around with a flourish as he speaks, “how long do you think it would take for them to finally get their heads out of their asses and start dating?”
Zendaya scoffs. “They’ve definitely both been single at some point since they’ve known each other. It’s been close to ten years.”
Harrison taps his own beer against his chin in what appears to be deep consideration, and finally shrugs. “I don’t think so, actually. We met, what – 2014, 2015? And that was in the middle of all that shit with Justin. And then there was – ”
“Gia for a while and then Y/N was with Alexa,” Harry interrupts, bouncing from excitement. “And then Tom and Gia broke up but Y/N got back with Alexa, and then she was hooking up with Hailey. And now he’s with Mandy.”
“And there’s definitely been some other randoms in between there,” Sam supplies cheerfully.
Zendaya slumps back against the booth a bit, considering. She and Harrison have known the Tom-and-Y/N collective unit the longest, and the more she thinks about it – they’re right. The two of them have never been single as a unit. She wonders how she never noticed, all this time.
“So? How long do we think it would take, if they were both single?”
The words snap her back into reality, and Zendaya shakes her head a bit. “Are we putting money on this?” she asks lightheartedly.
Harrison groans, and she regrets it immediately. Harry’s eyes glint dangerously.
“Hold on,” he murmurs, scrambling for his phone. “Okay… I’m wagering… Two weeks, a hundred dollars. Harrison, what’s your bet?”
“I give it five months.” At Harry’s horrified expression, he adds, “Look, I know how he feels about Y/N, but Tom is also the kind of guy to be worried about the optics of it all. He won’t want to make Mandy feel like he left her for Y/N or something.”
Harry just shakes his head. “Sam?”
“Two months.” he says, settling further into Harrison’s side. Zendaya catches the ghost of a grin flitting over his lips.
He turns to Zendaya last, face entirely lit up. “Alright, Z. What’s it gonna be?”
She thinks about that first premier party, when Tom and Y/N gotten into an argument so heated she thought punches were going to be thrown; about the way Tom had looked when Alexa first started showing up at things, and how Y/N did with Gia; about a million deflections and stolen glances.
“Seven weeks.” she says finally.
“Lucky sevens?” Sam asks with a wide smile.
She just winks.
As Harry finishes jotting down everyone’s bets, the door chimes. Tom is holding the door open for Y/N, grin wide and unabashed while she ducks her head on a laugh. They look so carefree it makes Zendaya ache a little, and something in her chest softens. Harry moves over next to Sam and Harrison, while Y/N slides in beside Zendaya.
“How was the auction?” Zendaya asks, all innocence.
“Miserable,” Y/N responds brightly. “It was for a good cause,” she allows, “but it was eternal. And so serious and quiet. Tom tried to bid on this antique vase for twenty bucks and I think everyone in that room wanted to kill him.”
“Hey, at least it would’ve livened things up,” he deadpans as he reaches the table, passing Y/N a beer and sitting down beside her. She fits into his side seamlessly, leaning against him almost out of habit as she turns to face Zendaya. She watches as his arm loops around the back of the booth with his fingers ghosting Y/N’s shoulder, all casual intimacy, and her heart lurches again.
They are, for all intents and purposes, kidding – that’s what she’ll tell Y/N later, if she needs to. But she really hopes she won’t.
***
As a general rule of thumb, Harrison avoids involving himself in other people’s love lives. He remembers the discomfort when Y/N had come out, the fascination other people suddenly had with the people she dated or kissed; since then, he’s made a point to stay out, unless he is brought in.
Granted, he added his name to that stupid betting pool about Tom and Y/N, but that was a joke. And the two of them are idiots about their feelings. The cost/benefit analysis there really paid off.
That is, until Tom stumbles through their door at one in the morning three weeks after the bet in question, looking like someone knocked the wind out of him.
He’s in the middle of playing Overwatch, but takes one look at his roommate and frantically shuts off the game. Tom collapses onto the couch next to him, his head in his hands, and Harrison eyes him like he’s a spooked animal.
He had been at Mandy’s tonight. He’s supposed to still be at Mandy’s tonight. Unless –
Nodding decisively to himself, Harrison goes into the kitchen and grabs two beers, gingerly handing one to Tom before sitting back down beside him.
“What happened?” he asks quietly.
The words seem to reignite something within him, because Tom jumps up from the couch, running a hand through his hair frantically and pacing around their small apartment. His whole body seems to be thrumming with energy, as though he’s about to explode – he just looks so agitated, and Harrison has absolutely no fucking clue how to react.
“She – she broke up with me – and she –” he stutters, laughing almost manically, and Harrison’s eyes are just tracing him as he marks a path across their rug. “Like, how can she say that? How does she know? She doesn’t – doesn’t say anything about it for a year and a half and – ”
“Dude – ”
“Like, my best friend – ”
“Tom, mate – ”
“And as if I would ever do that to someone – ”
“Tom,” Harrison finally interrupts, standing and placing a hand on his chest. His friend’s eyes are wild, pupils shot wide, and there is a mix of adrenaline and confusion and something much like fear there. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Tom inhales shakily. “Mandy… Mandy broke up with me,” he says finally.
Harrison snorts. “Yeah, no, shit, I got that. That’s the only coherent thing you’ve said so far.”
Rubbing a hand over his face, Tom sits back on the couch and takes a drag of his beer. He toys with the neck of the bottle, not making eye contact. “She said it was because I… I’m in love with Y/N,” he whispers, “and that she doesn’t think it’s fair to either of us to be in a relationship when I’m not in it.”
His breath catches, and Harrison feels deeply ill equipped to be having this conversation. And it’s for that reason that the first words out of his mouth are, “Didn’t you know?”
Tom chokes. “What?”
“I thought – man, I really thought you weren’t this stupid. C’mon, really? You’re telling me it took your girlfriend telling you for you to figure out you’re in love with Y/N?”
He looks like he’s been hit by a train, and Harrison almost feels bad about it. But he presses on. He knows Tom – well, not better than anyone, but he knows Tom needs to hear this. “Are you actually upset that you and Mandy broke up?”
Tom seems to consider it for a minute, brow furrowing in concentration. “No,” he says softly, like it’s wounding him.
Harrison nods once. “There’s your answer right there.” He claps Tom on the back and they sit together awkwardly for a moment before he gestures towards the TV. “Do you want to sit here and freak out silently, or do I need to be engaged for this?”
At that, Tom actually laughs, and his face looks slightly less clouded. “Just freak out silently, thanks,” he says, dry. His voice turns serious when he adds, “But honestly, Harrison. Thank you.”
He just clears his throat and nods again, getting Overwatch set up. “Any time, man.”
Before the game starts, he adds Harry, Sam, and Zendaya to a group and texts.
Me: Well, we’re about to find out whose bet is right
Harry: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Harry: Not that I’m happy about heartbreak, but
Harry renamed the group “shipname is a go”
***
Jacob has been added to “shipname is a go”
Z: Harry, how ya feeling about that “2 week” wager
Harry: Just because you don’t have faith true love doesn’t mean I don’t
Sam: Has anyone talked to Tom?
Haz: He and Y/N went out last night
Jacob: Is that some kind of euphemism
Harry: God I wish
Haz: She just took him to Gia’s to get him drunk and let him wallow
Haz: He seems weirdly okay, honestly
Jacob: Amazing how that works when you realize the person you’re in love with is NOT the person you’re dating
Z: Jacob, what’s your bet?
Jacob: I give him three weeks, forty bucks
Jacob: He’s a dumbass, but he’s also pathetic
Sam: Why is everyone assuming it’s Tom that’s gonna make the first move?
Sam: #JusticeForY/N
Z: This may be what tears our friendship apart
Z: May the best better win
***
One week and three days after Tom’s breakup, Y/N still has no idea why it happened.
She understands, broadly, that it was Mandy who ended things. When Y/N had taken him out for their usual round of post-heartbreak sad drinking, all Tom would say was that they were moving in different directions, and that he was okay. And the strange thing is that – he really is. Their standard routine involves a lot more shots, a lot more vitriol towards the other person or at least some sadness about it ending. Instead, Tom is going around like normal, as if he hadn’t just lost a long-term relationship with a woman he had once mentioned he might marry one day.
And it’s making Y/N lose her shit.
“What is his fucking problem?” she blurts into her Chinese food, and Zendaya’s eyebrows shoot up high on her forehead.
“Are you having an argument with your Kung Pao chicken?”
“Tom,” Y/N sighs wearily, as though that should be enough explanation. She deposits her carton of takeout on the coffee table and tugs her knees into her chest, turning to face her friend. “He’s being so… not weird since the breakup.”
Zendaya gives her a supremely unimpressed look. “And you want him to be acting weird? That seems like the opposite of supportive.”
Y/N scrubs her face, trying to come up with the words. “It’s just – ” She huffs in frustration. “Usually, breakups suck for us. We take the other person out to get drunk, let them mope, put on shitty rom-coms to let them cry about how they’ll be lonely forever. But he doesn’t want to do any of that. He – ”
The only thing he’s really wanted to do, Y/N realizes, is hang out with her. It’s the first night in the last ten days that she hasn’t spent with Tom.
And… she doesn’t mind that, not particularly. But Tom hasn’t been single in a long time, not since before she and Alexa crashed and burned the second time, and it’s harder than she expected. Pining for him when he was in a relationship felt safe, somehow: there was distance and insulation from a very specific kind of heartbreak. Now, though, he cooks dinner in her kitchen, makes innuendos when they’re watching The Great British Bake Off, falls asleep with his head on her shoulder when he stays over too late. It’s too much.
But she doesn’t know, yet, how to tell anyone that.
She realizes, too late, that she’s been silent for a long stretch. Y/N clears her throat, and adds, “He just was pretty serious about her, that’s all. I expected him to be more broken up about it.”
“You know,” Zendaya says, voice level, “I talked to Gia about their breakup. Because I thought he was being weird, too. Comparatively speaking.”
Y/N grabs her abandoned food off of the coffee table to give herself something else to focus on. She needs to relax. “What did she say?”
“Just that they ended on pretty amicable terms. She also kind of thought you two would start dating, when they broke up,” she adds, offhandedly, and Y/N almost chokes on her food.
“What made her think that?”
Zendaya just nods, attention apparently absorbed in the episode of Brooklyn 99 playing quietly in the background. “Apparently something he said. I think they broke up, what – a few days before you and Alexa officially got back together? So then she saw you two together and wasn’t sure what happened.”
Y/N’s entire heart is in her throat.
Tom had texted her – Can we meet up later? I want to talk about something important – and they had agreed to meet for lunch on the same morning that Alexa had shown up, unannounced, looking wrecked and apologetic. She’d been so sincere, said all the right things, and Y/N… Y/N had really loved her. Wanted to believe her.
And Tom was the first person she told, that she was thinking of rekindling things.
And when she asked what he wanted to talk about, all he said was that he and Gia broke up.
It had been their worst breakup bender to date – worse than her first breakup with Alexa, worse than Finn, worse even than the second breakup with Alexa – and she could never figure out why. She hadn’t thought he and Gia were that serious, honestly; they were only together for a handful of months, and she was pretty and funny and fit so seamlessly into their friend group, but she had never seemed like a long-term person for Tom.
But maybe he had wanted to tell her more, then. Maybe he has more to tell her now.
Or, maybe it’s too late.
Y/N shovels some of her Kung Pao chicken into her mouth to hide her gape, and she swears she can see the glint of a grin across Zendaya’s face.
***
shipname is a go
Harry: Please for the love of GOD someone give me a status report
Harry: Anyone
Harry: I have way too much riding on this (fiscally, emotionally) for people to not be responding right now
Haz: Unfortunately, pay up, buddy
Harry: DAMN IT
Harry: I will see you all at the bar to WALLOW WITH ME
Z: Honestly I feel like I’m killing you all so far, so
Jacob: If anything, you helped me out by practically telling Y/N he loves her
Sam: What did I say about Y/N making a move
Sam: #JUSTICEFORY/N
***
Three and a half weeks after the breakup, he and Y/N are grabbing coffee at their favorite local place when he runs into Mandy for the first time.
And it’s not – okay, it’s not the worst thing in the world. A rational part of Tom’s brain understands that there are other terrible things happening in the universe besides running into his ex-girlfriend. With his best friend. Who he’s in love with. Who his ex knows he’s in love with.
Fuck.
There have been a dozen moments since Harrison’s less-than-motivational speech where he’s thought about telling Y/N the real reason why things ended with Mandy – but then he’s remembered that moment in this very same coffee shop, her lip between her teeth, when she nervously mentioned that Alexa had shown up and that she was thinking of giving her a second chance, and all of the fight drains out of him.
The only thing worse than pining after Y/N would be her telling him no.
But right now, she’s telling him about how the students she’s teaching at acting camp over the summer, speaking so animatedly that her eyes are sparkling and a few wisps of hair are falling out of her loose ponytail. She’s practically glowing, with the sun filtering in through the window behind her, and – he loves Y/N all the time. There would never be a bad moment to tell her.
He’s doubled over laughing, head in his hands, when Mandy sidles up to the table and clears her throat.
“Hey,” she says quietly, looking almost timid.
Tom’s head shoots up, and he catches the look of surprise on Y/N’s face before fixing a smile of his own. “Hey,” he repeats. His gaze flits between the two of them, unsure of how to proceed, terrified that Mandy will –
“It’s good to see you,” she rushes out, and her voice sounds… well, genuine, honestly. Her face is tight when she shifts to look at Y/N, and he realizes too late how this looks.
“How are you, Y/N?”
The bewilderment is clear behind her eyes, but Tom wonders if that’s just because he knows her so well. “I’m good. It’s good to see you,” she adds.
Mandy’s eyes warm slightly, and when they fix on Tom, he can’t quite read the message he knows she’s trying to send him. “Well,” she finally says after a moment, “I just wanted to stop and say hello. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “You too.”
He watches as she slips out the front door, ignoring Y/N’s stare from across the table. Her concern is emanating off of her in waves, and he wants to reach over and smooth the furrow in her brow, wanting to assure her that – really – he’s fine. In more ways than she can possibly know.
“Was that weird for you?” he asks instead, opting for a teasing tone to break the tension.
She cocks an eyebrow at him and leans back in her seat. “For me? Awkwardly running into my exes is basically my specialty.” Her face softens. “Are you okay?”
Tom clears his throat. “It was bound to happen eventually, right?”
“We live in a city of millions of people,” Y/N deadpans. “I’m not sure that’s true.”
“We also visit approximately two businesses.”
“Creatures of habit.”
He snorts, running a hand over his face, and he’s grateful to see the dent is gone between her eyebrows and there’s a smile tugging at her lips. The urge to lean forward and kiss her is so much stronger now than it ever has been, and he finds himself grateful for the buzz of his phone in his pocket.
Reaching in, his breath catches at Mandy’s name on the screen.
Mandy: I’m glad you got your shit together.
Mandy: Happiness looks good on you.
“What’s up?” Y/N asks, sipping her coffee delicately, and Tom shakes his head.
“Nothing.” He tucks his phone back into his pocket. There are better moments to tell her. “So what happened next?”
***
shipname is a go
Haz: Have we considered that they might both be too stubborn to ever make a move
Haz: Also I hate you all for making me invested in this
Z: Shut up, you were invested from the start, don’t lie to us
Jacob: He makes a scarily good point though
Sam: I’m more concerned by the fact that Harry hasn’t chimed in yet
Harry: Sorry, my heart has been broken too many times over the last month
Z: I really feel like they’re due any day now
Z: Y/N started crying at a commercial where two old people were holding hands last night
Jacob: Oh God
Jacob: Not sure that’s helping us, tbh
Z: I think I have a plan
Harry: THANK GOD
Sam: #JusticeForZendaya
Haz: I hate you all
Haz: Goodnight and good luck, everyone
***
One month, one week, and six days after Tom and Mandy break up, Zendaya tells her that she should join Tinder.
Y/N chokes, and tries not to notice the way Tom tenses beside her.
“What,” she says, more a statement than a question.
“It’s been how long since you dated? You need to get back out there.”
“No I don’t,” she defends, petulant, and feels the color rising in her cheeks. “Plus, is Tinder even really dating? That feels like more – ”
“Mindless fucking?” Zendaya supplies brightly.
Tom groans. “I’m grabbing another round.”
Y/N watches him head over to the bar, sees the way his fists clench as he’s waiting for their drinks.
When she turns to look at Zendaya, there’s a mischievous glint in her eye, and she fixes her friend with a glare. “What are you up to?”
“Absolutely nothing,” Zendaya responds, level. “What about you?”
“Same.”
“Can I ask why the fuck that is?”
Y/N sighs. She’s been wondering the same thing herself, honestly. The last couple of weeks, all she has been able to think about has been what Zendaya said, and how strangely… cordial he and Mandy had been when they’d all seen each other at the coffee shop. There’s something she knows Tom isn’t telling her, and part of her thinks… that maybe if she just told him the truth, too, that it wouldn’t shatter things. That he might even say it back.
Instead, she just drops her head on the table with a groan. “Because I’m an idiot.”
“Yeah, well, we knew that already.”
She lifts her head to give Zendaya a weakly withering stare. “I mean, what if it’s too late, and I missed my window? We’ve known each other for almost a decade. And – ”
“Y/N,” she interrupts, cocking her head to the side with a look of complete exasperation. “Just…” Zendaya sighs heavily and glances over to the bar, where Tom and Harrison are taking a shot. She finally settles on, “You should see the way he looks at you. And, you know, he’s your best friend. Regardless of everything else, he loves you, and telling him shouldn’t ruin anything.”
She feels like there’s something lodged in her throat, and she swallows thickly. Nodding once, she drains the rest of her beer and gives Zendaya a quick hug around the shoulders before standing and meeting Tom at the bar. She fits easily into his side, and he readily raises his arm to tuck her against him. A piece of her aches, terrified at the idea of losing this if everything goes wrong.
“Hey,” she says quietly. “Do you want to get out of here?”
He looks down at her curiously, eyes searching her own, but bobs his head readily. “Yeah, let’s go.” He and Harrison exchange an indecipherable look as they settle their tab at the bar, and the cooler air is a refreshing hit to her skin as they begin the walk back to her apartment.
They are no strangers to companionable silences, and yet Y/N can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the tension of it all. The words she hasn’t said are clogging her throat, and she can’t take it anymore, she has to say something, she –
“Don’t join Tinder,” Tom blurts.
His words surprise her to the point that she stops walking in the middle of the sidewalk. “What?”
“Don’t… don’t join Tinder,” he repeats, more embarrassed. He runs a hand through his hair, the nervousness practically buzzing off of him, and she can feel herself holding her breath. He looks luminescent beneath the streetlamps, eyes tinted golden and pupils blown wide, and she doesn’t think she’s ever been more in love with him than she is right now, in all of his awkwardness.
“I wasn’t planning on it,” she assures, taking a step closer. Her eyes map his face as she tries to figure out his end game.
“Mandy broke up with me because… she thinks I’m in love with you,” he says softly.
Idly, Y/N wonders how long a person can live with their heart not beating.
“She… she broke up with me because I am in love with you,” he corrects, firmer, and her eyes snap to his.
It takes her three seconds to react, and it’s only when she notices the pang of uncertainty behind his eyes that she raises her trembling hands to drag his mouth down to hers.
He reacts immediately, groaning into her mouth and gripping her waist – and, God, she didn’t know kissing Tom would feel like this. If she had, she certainly wouldn't have waited so fucking long. She sighs contentedly as she leans into him, his curls soft beneath her fingers. It’s only when a car horn blares behind him that they startle apart, his breath hot across her face, and an unexpected laugh bubbles up out of her.
His mouth is split wide in a grin, and she would give anything to keep him smiling like that forever.
“I love you too,” she murmurs. “Just in case, uh, that wasn’t made clear.”
He knocks his nose against hers and pulls her flush against him, kissing her softly again. “I did get that, thanks.”
“So Tinder was all it took, huh?” she asks, looping her arm through his as they finish their walk home.
“Shut up, you love me.”
“Yeah.” She hides her smile on his shoulder, hating how corny it sounds even as it leaves her mouth. “I do.”
***
One day after Tom and Y/N get together, they find out about the bet.
Tom looks horrified, and Y/N just asks, “Wait, so who won?”
The five of them are looking around the table staring at each other.
“They got together in like five weeks,” Harrison says slowly.
Harry’s head is on the table, still in despair, as Sam pats his head consoling and asks, “So are we going with whoever was closest?”
“That would be Jacob, then, right?” Zendaya chimes in.
“So let me get this straight.” Tom glares at each of them individually. “Not only did you bet money on us, you didn’t even establish comprehensive enough rules to determine who was going to get the money?”
Y/N looks pensive. “Does that mean we technically win?”
The rest of the group erupts around them, pointing fingers and yelling nonsensically, and Tom slides his arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “I’d say that’s a yes,” he whispers in her ear.
She sinks back against him, sighing softly when he kisses her temple. “Absolutely.”
