HufflepuffHolland's Writing Collection

Holland Cuddles // Sam & Harry Holland

By Hufflepuffholland on Tumblr

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Platonic!Reader x Sam and Harry Holland

Request: Could you please write an imagine where you're cuddling with the Holland twins and it's just super fluffy and they're so warm and soft 

Requested: by anon

Notes: it's so hot i'm dying, also if you see something that isn't gender neutral abt this pls let me know thx!!

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don't come over. i'm serious.

You typed the message out to Sam after he'd hung up, claiming he was on his way over to your house with his brother, Harry. You'd spent the morning talking to him on the phone while he unpacked from being on the road with his older brothers. You missed him, and Harry, while they were gone with their brother but, you couldn't afford for them to come see you. You were sick in bed, for the past four days, and you had no signs of getting better. You told Sam this while you were speaking and his first response was to come over and help get you better. He knew that it would take a miracle; you hardly get sick but, when you did, it was like Dooms Day.

you still take honey with your tea, sweet thing?

You rolled your eyes at the text, maybe if I acted like I was asleep he'd take the hint and not come over, you thought. You wanted to see Sam, and you wanted to see Harry too. They were your best friends, being without them made you miserable. But, being with them would just be miserable for everyoneright now; it wasn't like you were well enough to do much.

i'm taking that as a yes, sugar. don't fall asleep without me. ;)

You laughed lightly at that, still not opening the messages. You laid back on your bed, resting your eyes while you pulled the blanket further up and tucked it under your chin. You would just rest your eyes for a few minutes. Just a few minutes.

Sam, on the other hand, ran back and forth, up and down different aisles trying to mentally check off the things he wanted to bring over. He couldn't find the Chamomile tea, so he prayed that you hadn't finished the box you'd had at home. He picked up a small box of sugar, because he knows you probably needed it anyway. You hadn't been to the market since you fell ill, and being inside eating all day, the twins assumed you'd needed to pick some stuff up, so they just decided to do it for you.

"Milk?"

"Check." Harry nodded, checking off his actual checklist of things they both thought of on the ride over to the market.

"Reese's? And Hershey's."

"Yeah, I picked up some marshmallows and crackers, too. The heater's broken, so they'll probably have the fire on. We can make s'mores!" Harry rolled his eyes, hearing the excitement in his younger brother's voice. You had mentioned a sore throat, so dry graham crackers probably weren't part of your "dying to eat" list right now.

"Sure, Sam." He chuckled, shaking his head while he double-checked the cart and the list. "Okay, I think we got it all. Are you sure it's okay for us to go over?" Sam pursed his lips, nodding and giving him a small shrug.

"Y-yeah? Sure, why wouldn't it be?" Harry looked at him suspiciously, but brushed it off as he pushed the cart to check out. While standing in line, he pulled out his phone, sending you a short text.

see you soon! :)

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"Asleep. Now, why would someone fall asleep when they're expecting company?" Your eyes fluttered as you heard the sound of two familiar voices bickering.

"Being sick does that to you! Ow, fucker! Don't hit me." You groaned, opening your eyes fully to see the two most annoying, but your favorite, twins in front of you.

"Shut up," you complained, bringing a hand up to your head and rubbing your temples.

"Shit," Harry muttered, sitting next to you on the bed. You moved your hand away, letting him move your hair out of your face. "How are you feeling?" You frowned, looking between them.

"I told you not to come over. I don't want to get you sick." Your voice was raspy and quiet, you were too afraid to speak too loudly in case you ended up putting a strain on yourself.

"Yeah, well, this dickhead," he let his hand come out, hitting Sam in the stomach, "told me the opposite. You want us to leave?" You sighed, taking a better look at them. Their hair had grown, the thought made you reach a hand out toward each of them. Sam got closer, letting you put a hand through both of their hair.

"You two look older." Sam laughed, shaking his head while he took your hand in his and brought it to his chest as he sat closer to your head.

"It's only been, like, two months." Sam let go of your hand, bringing his to your forehead. "Your fever doesn't feel as bad as you described it earlier. You are a bit dramatic." You pouted at him, sitting up.

"Hey, don't move too much," Harry frowned as you flinched from the pain of your body aching. "Sam'll carry you downstairs."

"Yeah, I'll – huh?"

"Yeah, since the asshole decided to surprise visit, he'll be at your service all day." You smiled at Sam, lifting your arms for him to pick you up and making grabby hands at him. He groaned, playfully, rolling his eyes while he hooked an arm under your legs and wrapped the other around your back.

"Don't grunt when you lift me!" He laughed, hiking you up a little further so he could have a better grip on you.

"I haven't had to lift anything in a while. I'm just a wee lad." You laughed as he carefully walked you out to the living room, Harry disappearing in your kitchen to grab you a cup of tea and some of the chocolate they'd bought for you. Sam set you in the middle of the couch, sitting right next to you and letting his arm hook around your shoulders.

"Alright, Sam brought only musicals, so that's what we've got: Disney Movies and Musicals." You clapped your hands excitedly, taking the cup of tea in your hands and settling back in the couch. You rest your head against Harry while your legs stretched over Sam.

"So warm," whispered, pushing your face further into Harry's chest. "You smell really nice." He chuckled. letting his fingers comb through your hair.

"Thanks, decided to shower today." You laughed out loud, looking at Sam.

"You smell... decent." He rolled his eyes, reaching for the remote.

"Shut up, Aladdin's on."

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Two cups of tea, a whole bag of Reese's cups and four movies in, you were asleep against Harry. You had fallen asleep during the epilogue seen in La La Land, Sam stroking your legs and Harry's rhythmic breathing putting you into a deep lull. Sam looked at you at the moment Sebastian and Mia looked at each other. He smiled softly at your sleeping form, gently reaching over and hitting Harry.

"What?" Harry whispered, looking down when you shifted. Sam moved your legs and got up off the couch, pointing toward the kitchen.

"I'm gonna get the s'mores started!" Harry rolled his eyes, his brother walking away before he could respond.