HARRISON REID X READER
A/N: This was requested by @diana-interiano. Hope you enjoy it and thankyou for reading my Wattpad story! - Not gonna lie this is kinda inspired by the oxygen music video from Teen Beach Movie.
I locked my apartment door as I looked down at my phone, seeing a text from my best friend Harrison saying he had just left. I smiled and tucked my board under my arm and walked down the stairs to the ground floor. Harrison and I had been best friends since we were 10 and joined the local surf club together. He was now a lifeguard at the beach and I had become a surfing instructor for little kids and families. I love my job and I get to do my favourite thing all day so I couldn't be happier.
As I walked out onto the street, I smiled at the darkness around me, not a single person in sight. Harrison and I had agreed last night that we wanted to surf really early in the morning and watch the sun rise. The sky was still dark and the street lights were glowing dimly, creating a cool atmosphere. I walked along the road to the main street where a few cars drove along. I carefully crossed the road to the parade and pulled my phone out my bag to text Harrison where I was. He replied a few seconds later, saying he was waiting by the tower. I grinned and tucked my phone back in the pocket.
I walked a little further, seeing the tower and stairs down to the beach. I skipped down them, searching for Harrison's silhouette. I frowned when I reached the bottom of the tower and no one was there. I stuck my board in the sand and skirted the tower. Where was he? I was looking behind the stairs when I felt a pair of hands cover my eyes. I jumped but grinned and turned around to see Harrison's freckled face beaming. He chuckled and pulled me into a hug. I tightly hugged him back but playfully slapped him when i drew back. "Don't scare me like that Harrison, I almost had a heart attack." He just laughed and ran his hand through his gorgeously waved hair. "Come on grab your board and lets get out on the water." I nodded and put my bag in a discreet place by the bottom of the tower. We walked round to where I had stuck my board in the sand and Harrison grabbed his, securing his cord around his ankle.
We started walking to the water, the sun only starting to streak the sky with tinges of orange and pink. I looked to Harrison to see his brunette hair golden with the glow of the bronze light. His face chiselled with the shadows cast from the clouds and his freckles adorning his face like constellations mapping the sky. I blushed when I realised I was looking at my best friend a bit too much. Harrison turned to me and grinned when he saw me looking at him, winking as a he started running to the water. My face heated up even more and I shook my head before running after him.
Harrison paddled out to the oncoming waves, lifting up to roll over them. I layed down on my board and followed him, admiring the swirling reflection of the hazy pink sky. We caught a few waves and I watched as Harrison stood on his board as he rode out a small wave. He faced me and beamed, placing his hands over his heart and falling backwards off his board. I laughed, my stomach fluttering.
After a while, we decided to put our boards back on the sand and swim instead. I stuck my blue and white board in a small pile of sand before running towards the white waves again. I swum out to Harrison who was treading water, waiting for me. We swum around, watching as the sun slowly rose and laughing as we dived under waves. I was standing watching the clouds lighten as the sun peeked over the horizon, casting vibrant oranges and reds across the sky when I felt a woosh of water crash into my face. I turned to my side to see Harrison cheekily grinning at me as I spluttered. "Oops sorry Y/N." He smirked, the water swirling around his tanned body. "OH IT IS SO ON!" I yelled, trying to run through the water to him. I frantically shoved the water in front of me, causing cascades of the white froth to topple over his head. I laughed as Harrison emerged from the water, his expression shocked. "Oy come here missy!" He yelled, scooting through the water to get me.
I tried to swim away but I felt his hand wrap around my ankle and drag me back, pulling me through the water to him. He scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder, wading as I pummeled his back. "Let me gooo!" I laughed, my head dangerously low to the water. "If you say so." Harrison responded before launching me into the water, taking me by surprise.
I pulled myself to the top again and broke the surface, wiping the water off my face. "HARRISON!" I yelled and he cheekily grinned, wading towards me. I stood shocked, my mouth open in astonishment. I waited until he was a little closer and then splashed water right at his face, making him gasp. I laughed and watched him splutter with shock. "You deserve it you idiot." I said, making Harrison chuckle. He continued advancing towards me and i grinned, ready to attack again. He reached his arms out towards me and I got ready to push more water in his face but he managed to grab one of my wrists and stopped me from splashing. "Hey let me go!" I yelled in between laughs, trying to pull my hand out of his. Harrison kept a tight grip though and pulled me closer. I tried to pull away, moving back along the sand but he grinned, managing to tug me even closer. I flailed my free hand in front of him, trying to splash him but he grabbed it with his other hand, giving me no way to free myself.
I tried to tug myslef out of his grip but he pulled my hands towards his chest, brining me to him. I giggled through breaths, trying to free myself. Harrison pulled me even closer to him, so I was standing in front of him. He still had a firm grip on my hands and I grinned, still struggling to get myself free. "S-stop, let me go!" I stumbled out, breathless from laughing so hard. "Nope." Harrison beamed, his hazel eyes looking straight at mine. I let out a giggle but stopped when I realised the intensity with which he was looking at me. My smile fell as I felt him let go of my wrists and place his hands on my waist. He brought me closer, making my breath hitch as we were only inches away. My eyes flicked to his lips and back to his face. I had one hand placed on his chest and the other on his bicep from where i had been pushing him away and my heart skipped a beat as I felt his body next to mine. Harrison was still looking at me, his eyes searching mine for some sort of answer.
I looked to his lips again and I could feel my heart hammering, begging to touch him. I looked into his eyes and saw the flecks of gold that dotted his irises. "Kiss me." I breathed out, feeling Harrison's breath fan over my face. I shut my eyes as he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. I snaked my hand to the back of his neck and brought my hand to his hair, deepening the kiss. He had one hand cupping my cheek as he kissed me and it felt like time had stopped. I couldn't feel the lapping water against me, only Harrison's hands and lips. I felt him pull back as we caught our breaths, scanning each others faces. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Harrison said, his lips slightly swollen. I smiled and brought his head back to mine, "same."
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My 2020 Summer Audio-Book Log Pt 2.
Lovecraft Country by Matt Ruff (2016) read by Kevin Kenerly
The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones (2020) read by Stephen Graham Jones
Darkly: Black History & America’s Gothic Soul by Leila Taylor (2019) read by Leila Taylor
The Night Land by William Hope Hodgson (1912) read by Drew Ariana
The Sandman by Neil Gaiman (1989) read by Neil Gaiman, James Macavoy, Riz Ahmed, Samantha Morton, Andy Serkis, Micheal Sheen, Bebe Nuewirth, Taron Eagerton, Kat Dennings
A Peculiar Peril: The Misadventures Of Jonathan Lambshead by Jeff Vandermeer (2020) read by Raphael Corkill
I’m Thinking Of Ending Things by Ian Reid (2016) read by Candace Thaxton
The Sunken Land Begins To Rise Again by M. John Harrison (2020) read by Max Dowler
Frankenstein In Bahgdad: A Novel by Ahmed Saadawi (2013) read by Eduardo Ballerini & Kaleo Griffith
On A Night In Lonesome October by Roger Zelzany (1993) read by Salome Strangelove
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Hollywood crushes part 15:
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The Impact Zone (Harrison x reader)
AU: Soulmate / tattoo
Fandom: Bondi Rescue
Words: ~ 2,132
A/N: So the bondi rescue fandom is seriously lacking in, well, everything. It’s an amazing show and if you like shirtless guys, then you’d enjoy it. Season 10 and 11 are on netflix and season 13 premiered yesterday. ANYWHO, I wanted to write something due to the extreme lack in fics (especially fics here on tumblr), and Harrison fics in general. (wattpad has a bunch but they’re like 62% jesse and 35% Maxi)
Another note: I usually don’t care for the soulmates au’s but I got this idea a couple days ago and I’m kinda obsessed with it, so yeah. Here we go –
Soulmates are a weird concept to me. Despite the fact that it’s how our society works. Like, you’re supposed to meet and fall in love with a complete stranger just because they have the same tattoo as you? What kind of higher power decided that was a good idea? But, it’s a thing and I guess I just have to deal with it.
Everyone gets their tattoo at a different time in their lives. Sometimes they appear right away when you’re born, sometimes you have to wait until you’re in your 20s or 30s until it appears. They appear someplace on your body with a white ink look, and slowly turn black as you get closer to meeting your soulmate – emphasis on slowly. Even if you do meet them, it’s a gradual change to black, so it may take a couple hours up to a couple days or weeks before you even know it’s them.
My parents were lucky enough to be high school sweethearts. Ironically enough, their tattoos are hearts; my mom’s is on her hip, my dad’s on his wrist. My older brother and his wife were also high school sweethearts, though it took much longer for their tattoos to turn to black for some reason. We always joke that they had a glitch or something. My younger sister literally met her soulmate in kindergarten. Like, wtf? They’re sophomores and still too young to marry, but still. And then there’s me. I’m 22, about to start my last year of college, and still have yet to meet my soulmate. Middle child syndrome I guess? I’m starting to think he doesn’t exist.
Not only that but I was also a late bloomer in even getting my soulmate tattoo. It didn’t appear until summer last year: a wave on my ankle.
Considering it showed up so late, I can only assume that I won’t meet my soulmate until I’m like 35 or something. So I guess he does exist since I at least have a tattoo. It’s just finding him that will be the challenge now. Like I said, my final year of college is starting soon, meaning that I will be graduating in May, which means that I have to find a job and be out in the real world, making it even harder to find the guy.
Growing up on the coast has its perks. Not only is it warm a majority of the year, but if you live anywhere near a beach, you probably grew up surfing or doing something related to water. I’m pretty sure I’ve been swimming since I came out of the womb. And as soon as I could walk, my dad was taking me out and teaching me to surf. By the time I was 13, I was winning almost all the competitions I was in. I definitely wasn’t famous by any means, but a lot of people knew who I was. I did that up though high school. Focusing on my studies, I surf a lot less now, but many students and professors still recognize me and it’s kind of weird. But I wasn’t about to do four years of online college, sooo….
That all aside, I suppose I shouldn’t be complaining this much. I’m kicking off my senior year by taking a summer trip to Australia. How many people get to say that? And I’ve heard there’s amazing surf there too, so I’ll be doing that for sure. I wasn’t even really planning on taking this trip but just a few days ago I talked to my parents about it and they were okay with it, so I just booked it. Talk about spontaneity right?
I make though customs smoothly and as I enter the plane for the dreaded 15 hour flight from LAX to Sydney, I try to get comfortable. Luckily, it seems like a decently small amount of passengers, so after a few hours, I should be able to find a row of seats to lay down on. And just that happens. Once we take off and high enough to turn on electronics, I get on my computer for a while. I check social medias, watch a little Netflix and hulu, and write on the blog diary I decided to keep for this week.
After quite some time of that, my eyes start to hurt from looking at my screen, and I decide to finally sleep for hopefully the rest of the flight, but who knows? It’s dark out so that should help a little. There are a couple people in my row unfortunately, but by some odd luck, the row behind us is completely empty. I put my laptop away, shove my bag under the seat and shimmy out of the row of seats I’m currently in. Going into the overhead bins to grab some sleeping stuff, I pull out a small pillow and my sleeping mask. I then go into the row behind us and prepare myself for what is hopefully a decent sleep.
Time passes, and when I wake up I check the little tv screen on the back of the seat in front of me to see where we are and how much time is left on the flight. Surprisingly, I slept a good six hours meaning I only have about four hours left of this flight. After calling a flight attendant and ordering some food because I’m starving, I pull out my computer again and occupy myself for the remaining time on this flight. Considering we’re over the ocean – well, just flying in general – I have no point of reference to try to figure out what time it is where I’m at, but my phone says 1PM Cali time. I think that means it’s just after 7AM in Sydney. Time zones are so weird because I left home just after midnight on a Sunday, and when I land in Sydney, it’ll be 11AM Tuesday already. Wild.
The beep of the intercom brings me out of my concentration on my computer screen. “Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking. We are preparing our descent to Sydney. The current time is 11:34 in the morning, Tuesday, and the current temperature is a balmy 78°. That’s 25 for you locals.” There’s a few chuckles across the plane and the fasten seatbelts sign lights up. Putting away my things and going back to my original seat, I buckle up and prepare for landing.
Landing smoothly, it takes half hour before we get to our gate. It takes another half hour after that to even get my things and get off the plane. Walking off of the air conditioned plane and into the Australia heat, the captain wasn’t lying when he said it was balmy. I almost immediately start sweating. You’d think I’d be used to this, living in SoCal, but nope. I guess not. It’s all good once I get back into the airport. I head straight to baggage claim, find my suitcase, and head out to get a taxi. Luckily, there’s a small line of taxis waiting to pick up morning arrivals. After the few families ahead of me get in their taxis and leave, I get to the front of the line and greet my driver. After getting my suitcase and carry-ons loaded in the trunk, I get in the back of the car.
“Where to?” Alex, my taxi driver asks.
“Okay! Pretty fancy.”
I chuckle, “Is it? There was a deal when I booked it, so I’m not sure.”
“Oh yes. It’s on Campbell Parade, which is right across the road from Bondi Beach, one of Australia’s most famous beaches.”
“Ooh nice!” I say excitedly. “Can’t wait to go there.”
“And surfer. I’ve been surfing basically since I could walk.”
“Oh wow! Well you’ll have a great time here then. Any special reason you’re visiting?”
I shake my head, “Not really. Just doing a big solo trip before I start my senior year of college.”
“Very nice. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
We continue to talk for the entire half hour of the drive. When we arrive, I pay him and he helps me get my things to the entryway of the hotel. I thank him again and head in. After checking in, I head to my room and finally relax on the bed. Next thing I know, I’m waking up and two more hours have passed. Guess I was a lot more tired that I thought I was. In my defense, the hotel bed is quite a bit more comfortable than a row of airplane seats.
Now a little after four, I decide I should probably find someplace to eat a proper meal, which I haven’t had since before I left home. I think there’s a café within or right outside this hotel, so I decide to go there.
After an amazing meal, I decide to take it easy and just walk around this famous Campbell Parade. I’m not tired yet, but the jet lag will probably catch up to me tomorrow. Walking down the street, there’s a bunch of shops and food places, just like any other big city. Definitely more surf shops though.
It takes me only about 20 minutes to walk from the hotel to end up on the far northeast side of the beach. If I remember correctly, Alex said that this was the famous Bondi Beach. Probably a dream of every surfer to be here. And here I am. Though I’m far less than prepared – I don’t have my swimsuit or even a towel – that doesn’t mean I can’t take a walk along the beach. I head down the stairs beside what looks like the kiddie pool, take off my flip flops, and slowly begin my walk.
The water is so blue, the sand isn’t too hot, and it’s just an overall beautiful day. And there’s so many people here! Many probably are not fond of the crowds, but I love it. My favorite part is that no one here knows who I am. Being in the surfing circuit back home, everyone knew who you were no matter where you were…especially me since I was winning all the time.
As I begin my walk I see children playing in the pool and the shallows of the ocean, other people swimming all along the coast, surfers further out catching waves, and more people just sunbathing on the sand. This feels like home to me. I can’t wait to be surfing here tomorrow. I walk in between the mass of people and the wall barricading the far end of the beach. I make it half way, right by the big lifeguard tower. If I hadn’t spent my whole childhood surfing competitively, I probably would have been a lifeguard in high school during the summer months. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do – save people’s lives.
Stopping for a moment, I take in the view. I may be here all week, but I’ll be spending most of it in the water, so now is a good time to just look at it all. I walk a little further and get to the steps where visitors can enter the beach. Going up a few to get a better view, I pull out my phone and take a few pictures. Not only is the attendance at the beach astounding, but so is the sunset. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Right as I begin my descent, I hear the starting of a motor. I look to my left and see an atv of some sort hooked up to a trailer with a jet ski speed to the water. My eyes follow it and its occupants. These are clearly the lifeguards, as noted by their blue pullovers which I couldn’t read, but another one came running down the stairs from the lifeguard tower carrying something and getting in another atv, and I saw that their pullover said LIFEGUARD. Now I know who to look out for.
I continue down the entrance stairs and continue my walk down the beach. Making it to the end, I walk up the ramp so I can get back on a sidewalk. It is now just after six, so I complete my circle and eat a small dinner just by the hotel at a café. After finishing, I head back to my room and sit out on my room’s balcony, looking out at the night sky. I’m still pretty awake, so I get on my laptop and update my blog diary, check my social medias again, and by the time that’s all done, I’m actually pretty tired. I take a shower to finally freshen up after traveling, braid my hair so it’s cute and wavy for tomorrow, and head to bed.
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Spencer Reid & Matthew Gray Gubler - Masterlist
Spencer Reid -
Fluff - 💕
Series - Lets have a baby, Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3
Read to me?
Dance with me?
Coffee and Confessions
I Had a Conversation
This is why you are my Favorite
Now or Never
Worries and Walks
I’m so glad you’re back
I didn’t have any plans
Angst - ☁️
Series - Until We Meet again- Preview, Part 1
I have always loved
Rings and Remembering
Saying I Love You to the World
I will love you, Forever and Always
Love or Medicine
The Broken Heart of Spencer Reid
Matthew Gray Gubler -
Fluff - 💕
Throughout All Storms
I hope to see you soon - Part 1, Part 2
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blurb 1 // blurb 2 // blurb 3 // blurb 4 // blurb 5 // blurb 6 // blurb 7 //
et sanguinem flos petalis teaser // 1 // 2 [rewritten] // 3 // alternate ending //
kiss, kiss //
in pieces teaser //
talkin’ to the moon //
blurb 1 // blurb 2 //
partition teaser // partition //
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dangerous woman // partition //
blurb 1 //
oh, baby! //
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Harrison: Dad! I got a fin chop on my arm!
Reidy: Wait what did you call me?
Reidy, crying tears of joys: Whippet! He called me dad!
Whippet: Thank god I thought it would never happen!
Harrison: Dads? Kinda bleeding out here?
Whippet: HE CALLED US BOTH DAD!
Maxi, comes in: What happened?!
Harrison: I called these two dad and I also got a fin chop and bleeding out.
Reidy and Whippet: *crying tears of joy, hugging each other*
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Reidy, walking into the tower looking slightly disheveled: Sorry, I’m late… I, uh, was doing something.
Harrison: Huh. That’s an odd way to refer to Chappo.
Jake: *spits out his drink*
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If I said it once I've said it a thousand times, Harrison looks like a young JFK and no one can tell me different
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open letter to my love - any
title: open letter to my love
summary: you receive a letter from someone who loves you.
pairing(s): character of choice x reader
word count: 475
warning(s): one hard f-bomb
a/n: this is not like me, i know. please bear with this. some of these things i’ve wanted to get off my chest for a while, and i feel like i would write it better if i go about it like i would a regular fic. i also feel like i wrote this like i was actually talking to you guys.
It isn’t easy for me to do this, I hope you realize this.
I don’t know what to write in this. Powers above, help me. This is going to be a fucking disaster.
What if they hate it? I’m going to make a complete ass out of myself, and they’re going to hate me!
I have no idea what I’m doing, as you can clearly tell. This is completely new to me. I’ve never written a true, honest love letter before. It’s very intimidating. What you’re essentially doing is pouring part of yourself into a piece of writing, giving to someone who you feel so strongly for, and hoping they don’t laugh in your face after they’ve read it.
That is one of the biggest obstacles I have with doing this. I don’t like being this vulnerable—this exposed—to someone and not know what your reaction will be. Your opinion of me matters. I want you to think of me the way I think of you because I think so highly of you. You are so important to me.
I love you.
I feel like a coward for telling you this is in a measly letter, but I know that if I try to tell you this while standing in front of you, with those eyes staring back at me, I wouldn’t be able to get it out.
There are so many things I want to tell you, but I think it’s not enough a lot of times. I think I’m not enough. Because you mean so much to me. Because I want you by my side forever. In a lot of aspects of my life, it often seems like I never meet the expectations set in front of me. No matter what, I always fall short. With you, my love, I’m always so sure. I want to work harder and be better for you. I want to know that I’m worthy to be by your side.
I want to be loved. I want to be loved by you. You give me so much happiness, and I want to pay you back tenfold. You deserve everything good and beautiful in the world. I want to give it to you. I know it’s selfish, but I want to be the one to make you happy. I want your smiles, I want your tears, I want your everything. If you take me as I am, I will take you as you are. I’ve wanted, needed all of you since you came into my life. I didn’t realize it at the time, but you coming into my life is the best thing you’ve ever done for me. Nothing could pass this for me, except maybe letting me love you.
That would make all of this worth it.
And in case you forgot: I love you, my darling.
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Maxi: Tonight, one of you will betray me.
Harrison: Is it me, Maxi?
Maxi: No, it’s not you.
Little Reid-Maxwell: Is it me, daddy?
Maxi: It’s not you either.
Jesse: Is it me, Maxi?
Maxi, mockingly: Is IT mE Maxi?
tagged : @wardlowobsessed
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Hoppo: Can someone please explain to me why Harrison is so moody?
Maxi: I wouldn’t let him touch the fish when we went snorkeling.
Reidy: Why didn’t you let him touch the fish?
Maxi: CAUSE IT WAS A SHARK!
Harrison: *pouting* Fish are friends, not food.
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Would you prefer a Maxi fic, a Harrison fic, or a ship fic next?? Any ideas/requests?
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Get To Know Me -> Celebrity Crushes (8/?): Harrison Reid
Harrison Reid is a Bondi lifeguard known for starring on Network Ten's Logie Award-winning series Bondi Rescue. He is originally from Christchurch in New Zealand.
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Harrison: YOU SIR ARE A PIECE OF CRAP!!
Whippet: Do I even want to know?
Reidy: Maxi ate the last piece of the cheesecake.
Harrison: *hysterical crying*
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Would you believe me if I told you I got distracted by a Deadpool Cancer Awareness post before I remembered to post the link? I did, it happened, there is now a new Maxi/Harrison fic to feast your eyes upon and hopefully not roast me!
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Fandom: Bondi Rescue (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Characters: Jesse "Kid" Polock, Bruce "Hoppo" Hopkins, Trent "Maxi" Maxwell, Harrison Reid
Additional Tags: Car Accidents, Fist Fights, Gang Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Jesse needs a hug, Hurt/Comfort, Police Procedural, Platonic Relationships, Angst
Jesse gulped and coward away, Harrison hadn't seen Jesse so different. This strong, brave man suddenly changed into someone he had never met before.
Someone from Jesse's past pays a visit, someone he swore he would never see again.
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