#harrison osterfield x fem!reader

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𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 — 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The reader is a knight and has fought to earn her place amongst the other men, plus the reader’s father was one of the greatest knights in the kingdom. And she trains harder than any of the other knights. 

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Fluff, some angst I guess

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2,815

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Prince!Harrison Osterfield x Knight!fem!Reader 

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you like it! This is an old repost.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

There had been a time where a little girl dreamed of living in riches and dressed properly in the finest gowns made by the best seamstresses. That dream brought her hope and fascination. Royalty was something she wanted for her family more than her own desires. Her family didn’t have the best money, but they did have something going for them. Her father served as a knight for the Osterfield’s, a royally rich family who repaid the Y/L/N’s back for allowing her father to guard the royal family.

As her father trained and fought when Y/n was barely a small child, he often brought her along and let her explore the parts of the castle where he built up his strength with the rest of the men who served. Y/n would wander around carefully avoiding swords that clashed together and sharp knives being thrown at their target. She’d go down a long corridor where it would lead her to the stables. This had to be her favorite place to go. Especially after her meeting with the king and queen’s son. Harrison.

Harrison and she hit it off quite nicely after he offered her an apple after having fallen down from trying to climb on top of one of the horses. Just a scrape on the knee and a juicy red apple to calm her cries. The two were only eight and nine at the time. By now Harrison was learning the ways of ruling an entire kingdom all on his own, for now at least, since he was to be betrothed to a princess on his twenty-first birthday. Yet you knew better where your priorities stood. And that was to serve and guard your majesties and fight in any war that could harm the royal family and its kingdom.

Having a place amongst the other knights was an honor. Serving and protecting your king and queen was basically giving up your life for theirs, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to do for your kingdom and for your father. After having won in a chaotic war, to which your father prepared his entire life for, nothing could have prepared him for his beloved wife to fall ill. This was shortly after your twelfth birthday.

A common sickness that your mother had held. The doctors said there was nothing that could be done other than being by her side during her last few hours. It brought you despair and utter depression to watch her go. Her eyes slowly closed. It replayed in your head over and over, until it became a nightmare you would wake up from.

Her dying changed some part within you that it made you hate any higher end for taking her so soon. It made you angry, it made you do the one thing that your father never wanted you to become. But alas, there was nothing he could do to prevent you from being a noble knight like he was. He forbade you, but he knew better than to think you would actually listen to him, and to what he had to oppose.

He hadn’t let you touch a bloody sword until you turned sixteen. Then that’s when your training began. A lot of the younger boys who were about your age considered you a dainty girl who could break under a simple beating. They made fun of you, but what would they know, you were a girl, so what, it’s not like they’ve haven’t seen a girl before. You were a girl who had something to prove, not just to the boys who laughed and mocked you or even your father, but to the girl’s who didn’t believe they could be above a man.

It was not easy at first, the guys definitely did not go soft on you, which you were grateful for, but it did hurt nonetheless every time they pinned you under them. You could not put your finger on the number of cuts and bruises you received from them. 

-

The groans you let out as one of the boys you would be paired up with, Philipp, had always managed to get a tight hold on your wrist. Pinning them above your head with a stupid smirk plastered on his lips.

“Sure you got the hang of it there, sweetheart?” Philipp would taunt you. He was never one who liked to be beaten, so as long as he had a girl, you, underneath him. All the guys saw him as an equal.

“Get off me.” You’d grunt as he always felt the need to apply pressure to a bruised area on your body.

“If we were not training, I would like this position a tad more, don’t ya think so?” Phillip was rather straightforward when he wanted to be, but when he spoke what was on his mind, it usually wasn’t quite appropriate.

“I said get off!”

“Make me then.”

“Phillip, I believe the lady asked you to let her go.” His voice brought chills down your spine as you noticed how quiet the training area got.

It was almost an everyday thing where the prince himself got you out of situations where you needed help. You never asked for his service or the constant saving. You were a knight, and a knight played the hero, not the damsel in distress. Stressed out you were at times, but a damsel, certainly not, and never would be.

“You did not have to do that.” You protested.

“You did not have to become a knight either, but here we are. Besides, Phillip was being an arse.” Harrison’s expression gave it all away, he was angry.

“And he will keep being an arse if you do not quit helping me. I am not…” You paused. “a damsel who needs saving, Harrison.” You clenched your jaw and let a few teardrops fall. Your face hardened. You had grown tired of the constant pleading and arguing. You did not have the time to put up with him.

“You are not a knight yet, Y/n, so I’ll keep being your knight in shining armor until then.” Those would be his final words every time you confronted him about the way he saw you, the way he treated you. As if you were a delicate flower, so precious, so dainty that even the slightest crush or touch from a hand would somehow cause you harm. You would lose a petal and begin to fade. You were not going to have none of it though. 

-

It was a regular evening at the castle. Some of the knights were standing guard, keeping a close eye for an intruder. The king and queen and their youngest, Princess Charlotte, were all tucked away in their chambers fast asleep getting a good night’s rest. The prince, however, was very wide awake, and couldn’t get the tiniest bit of shut-eye. Staring at the dark ceiling tucked underneath the sheets, he couldn’t help but feel the need to get out of bed. Not having the slightest idea of what he would find, Harrison slipped on his breeches and a shirt. He left his shirt untied, letting the thin black strings hang loosely on his chest. He slipped on his boots and left his chamber.

The corridors were slightly dimmed by the burning torches up against the walls, it wasn’t completely dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see.

Walking past pillars he was all too familiar with, he soon realized he was coming close to the training area. A glimmer of light illuminating the entryway of the double doors. One door was ajar, however.

He got closer and then finally heard heavy grunts and puffs and the sound of the targets getting hit. He stepped forward glancing inside to see who had the nerve to be up this late at night.

He wasn’t sure who it could be, the curiosity got the better of him and he leaned his body weight against the door frame, getting a clear view of the person.

And lo and behold, there you were facing the knives you just threw perfectly alongside the arrows you arched just minutes early.

You were quite out of breath, and the beads of sweat on your face and neck lingered. Some of it could still be seen right down the cleavage area on the top of your breast. Even in this state, Harrison could not help but admire you more.

You ran the back of your sleeve against your forehead. Taking a deep breath before grabbing a hold of your crossbow, pulling it upwards to aim.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Harrison announced his presence inside the room making you quickly turn around at the sound of his voice.

Harrison stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“As opposed to your bedtime?” You quipped back at him.

“I am the prince I can do as I please.” He rolled his eyes as he took long strides towards you. 

“And I am a knight, I can train as I please.” You turned your back to him. “Preferably alone that is.” You said over your shoulder.

“Ah yes.” He nodded playing along. “Will you see lady Y/n.” He smirked knowing how much you dislike being called lady. “You certainly can train, but you wouldn’t be much use if you keep overworking yourself now would you?” He hovered over you, standing closely behind you. The touch of his fingers sweeping your hair to one side was too good to be true. 

“I am not overworking myself.” Your chest rose and then fell from short of breath.

“Your sweating love.” Harrison walked around to face you fully. His hand rose to brush a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “That is what happens when someone works very hard.” 

“Why do you need to work harder?” He looked at you confused. “I am still hoping to prove my worth.” You shrugged.

“Worth? You most certainly have proven the strength you contain and your capability of pinning even the strongest man there is. What more could you possibly have to prove?!” He shook his head in disbelief.

You stared at him for a brief moment before shaking your head and retrieved your two swords. Of course, Harrison would be clueless to what you needed to prove. Too busy trying to be king, he forgot the one thing you disliked him doing. If he couldn’t figure it out for himself then you were going to have to do it yourself.

“Y/n?” He furrowed his brows as he watched you throw your swords and catch them by the blades.

“What do you think you are doing?” He stepped back as you took a step towards him.

“Proving myself.” You let a deep breath out before lunging yourself at him.

Harrison reacted rather quickly, dodging the arm you swung towards his head. Once he stood tall again he stared at you wide-eyed.

“Are you mad?”

“Fight me!” You swung your swords again.

“What? No, Y/n stop this!” Harrison kept dodging your swings. He was ducking and backing away from your approaches. He was getting really tired of trying to get away from you, so he did what he could do. Right as you took another swing at him he crouched and spun kicking your leg outwards. The contact made you fall on your back with a grunt.

Harrison acted quickly and straddled your hips to get you to stop moving. He grabbed a hold of your wrist and pinned them above your head.

“Will. You. Stop!” He groaned as you continued to squirm underneath him.

“Get off me!” You growled.

“No.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I did not wake up to fight you.” 

“Then why are you even here?”

“I was concerned about you.” His eyes softened a bit.

“I’m fine.” You huffed as you felt defeated by his hold.

“I do not believe you.” He stared down at you with those blue eyes of his.

“Get off.” You muttered quietly.

“Not until you tell me why you felt the need to fight with me.” He shook his head. You continued to squirm around more until you finally caved in. “You see me as weak.” You frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“I am talking about you treating me as if I am still a damsel in distress. It has been a very long time and to this day you keep doing things that make me look dainty.” You admitted. 

“What things?” He questioned.

“Well for starters this!” You motioned to how you and he were laying on the floor.

“Oh.” He quickly released your wrists. “I didn’t know that bothered you.” He dusted the dirt off him before offering his hand to you. You took it, either way, then got up to your feet. 

“It does.” You wiped off the dirt on your worn out dress.

“Why is it so important to you that I see you as anything but dainty?” He came closer to you. 

“I have tried my hardest to prove to your mother and father and the other men that I can be just as strong and capable of going into battle, but even if I am working harder, it seems like the only person I can’t seem to prove that too, is you.”

“I know you are strong Y/n.” He smiled to himself a little.

“If you know I am, then why do you constantly keep trying to get me out of harm’s way? You keep trying to prevent me from being a knight. Why is that Harrison?” 

“For that exact reason, love. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It is a little too late for that now.” You scoffed softly. “That’s no reason though, why do you hate the idea of me being a knight?”

“Ever since I met you, you have shown me how tough you really are. There is no denying that, but ever since your father came back from war injured, you haven’t stopped thinking of being a knight. You were never told to become one, you just did. You have never told me why you wanted to be one, it has always been a mystery to me. And as much as I don’t like you using a sword, or battling the other men, you are most certainly great at it.” He smiled at all the times where you had managed to pin some of the other men down. “I have never seen you as someone who is dainty or weak for that matter, but you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember, so getting the chance to know you and grow up with you, you have a spot in my heart. I couldn’t bear the idea of something terrible happening to you.”

You took everything he told you. Every word, every movement, every shine that glowed in his eyes. You could not have asked for a better best friend, one you have grown to love with all your heart, and much more.

“Have I ever told you how much you mean to me because you do.” You laughed shakily.

“I do not believe you have.” He chuckled, taking a step after another, until he was right in front of you. His eyes wandered over every small detail of your face, only this time he was really observing you. Taking in every bit of you. He raised a hand and cupped the side of your face. His thumb rubbed over your cheek softly. Your breath hitched as you soon came to realize just how close the proximity was between the both of you. You could feel the slightest breath he let past his nose hit directly onto your lips.

“You mean so much to me.” You whispered as your head rested against his own.

“As do you to me.” He lifted your chin up so your eyes could meet his. “I want you to know that…I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled softly, not thinking much of his words.

“No, love, I love you. Not just that, I adore you, in more ways than one.”

“Harrison-” You began shaking your head not believing the words he was speaking to you.

“I hope you feel the same way as I do.” He said.

“I do.” You muttered.

“I want you to be right by my side when I am crowned king. Forever and always.” 

“What about your princess?”

“That is my decision, not my fathers or my mothers. I want nothing more, but you.” 

“You mean that?” You smiled.

“Every word my love.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow rhythmic kiss.

“Forever and always?” You pulled back for air.

“Forever and always.” He kissed one more time.

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild x reader #harrison osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield x fem!reader #harrison osterfield oneshot #my gif #writings by juls

[jahayla-parker]

writing prompt: “You’re supposed to be dead!” “Yeah, sorry about that.” for character of choice

“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference

Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Tom Holland, and Harrison Osterfield; some fluff, some hurt-comfort, and some enemies to lovers Warnings: mentions of death/character deaths, violence and violent video games,SOC/SAB standard trigger warnings, etc. Notes: I changed the last line of the prompt slightly, same theme but just not as an actual line but instead the premise only.

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Found here (too long for a blurb type request format)

Jesper Fahey x Reader

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Jesper shouted as he watched his girlfriend casually enter the room.

Y/n shrugged coyly, “plans change”.

Nina giggled in the background as she watched their argument.

Jesper signed, “y/n, this is serious”

“Damn Jesper, didn’t realize you wanted me dead so badly” y/n joked, making Nina snort.

Jesper shook his head furiously, “you know that’s not what’s happening”.

Y/n sighed as he realized he wasn’t going to buy into the playful banter.

“Doll, this was to keep you safe!” Jesper scolded, eyes scanning the otherwise empty Crow Club as if he expected the man hunting her to be following her so closely.

“I know, but plans change” y/n repeated, shrugging off the torn coat that was covered in fake blood.

“Why?!” Jesper panicked, his eyes moving back to her.

Y/n glanced over at Kaz who just stood stoically and stared back at her.

Jesper glanced back and forth between them.

“Wha- you knew?!” he yelled at Kaz out of frustration.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at the outburst but merely adjusted his grip on the head of his cane and nodded once.

Jesper threw his arms in the air exasperatedly, “You helped stage her death! So.., Why would you undo that?! Why-? How-? What?! I don’t-…”.

Kaz signaled for y/n to explain and she sighed reluctantly.

“Jesper, something came up that was more important” she began softly, knowing how he’d argue that nothing was more important than this plan.

“More important than staying safe until you got to Novyi Zem and we could start new lives?!” Jesper argued, a defeated but frustrated look on his face.

“Yes” y/n admitted firmly, stepping closer to him.

“What’s so important that you’d give all that up and break your promise to me?!” Jesper huffed.

She felt guilty for breaking their promise, but she knew she had to.

As she stared guiltily at her boots, she sighed, “your life, Jesper”.

Jesper froze, his hands dropping to his side, “what?”

Y/n took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to him, noticing his eyes had softened.

“Your life was in danger, Jesper. I’m not going to apologize for prioritizing you over myself” she began, holding up a hand as he went to interject, “not when you’d have done the same thing if the roles were reversed”.

Jesper nodded and sighed as he grabbed her hand.

“Doll, how was my life in danger? You were the one Mastian and his crew were after” Jesper pointed out.

“That was true. But, as Kaz finished the last details of my death, he noticed Krishgon nearing the Crow’s Club” y/n explained.

“Krishgon?” Jesper asked, trying to place the name.

“The con man you stole the chest from last week? His goons recognized you from one of the gambling parlors here in the Barrel. Kaz found out he’d taken out a hit on you but hadn’t told any of us” y/n said, her voice taught.

“It was being handled” Kaz cut in, “there hadn’t been any viable threat”.

“Yet” y/n argued, shooting Kaz a glare before facing Jesper again.

“However, it seemed he was going to take the chance of you being distracted by my ‘death’ to exact his consequence” y/n sighed, squeezing her boyfriends hand.

“Well that’s just cruel, way to kick a man when he’s down” Jesper criticized the man’s timing.

Matthias rolled his eyes, “she didn’t actually die Jesper”.

As Jesper went to respond, y/n tugged on his hand to redirect him back to the current issue.

“Krishgon might not be Rollins or Kaz, but that’s almost worse because he doesn’t care about revenge” y/N’s voice shook softly, “he just wants his threats eliminated. So I’m not going to apologize for coming back for you”.

Jesper brushed a few stray tears from her eyes, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t know”.

“I know, but that’s why, Jes. If I stayed dead, I’d be safe but you wouldn’t” y/n surmised.

“And then, she’d also be at risk again, this time by association” Kaz added.

Jesper nodded at Kaz in silent acknowledgment of his understanding as to why Kaz breached the deal they’d made.

“We’ll figure this out, okay love? We can fake another-“ Jesper began, looking to Kaz in hopes he’d have a plan in the works.

“No. I’m not running anymore Jesper. I said I would because it was what you wanted and what you thought was needed. But now it’s not just me. I’m staying “ she stated firmly, looking over at Kaz and nodding once before facing her boyfriend again.

“We’re staying and we’re going to take both gangs down. We’ll take a play from their playbook and eliminate both threats completely if need be” y/n planned aloud.

Jesper raised his eyebrows in shock at her firm yet casual stance on killing two gang bosses.

But as he saw she wasn’t letting up, he smirked and he rested hands on revolvers.

“This is our home and we’re going to keep it” she told him.

He nodded and lifted one of his guns up to his lips, “Yes we are, together”.

Tom Holland x Reader

Tom glared at his brother, “you have to be kidding me”.

Harry smirked and shook his head, “not in the slightest mate. Y/n is due on set any minute now”.

“But she’s supposed to be dead!” Tom groaned loudly.

Harry laughed and shrugged, “well, they brought her back. So you’ll just have to get over your feelings for her and do your job”.

Tom rolled his eyes, “quiet down. Last thing I need is people thinking you mean I have romantic feelings for her”.

“Even though you do” Harry stated simply as he set down Tom’s coffee.

“I do not” Tom scoffed, gritting his teeth.

Harry rolled his eyes, “if you say so mate, but look, you should head over to the set soon”.

Tom glanced at his watch and sighed.

He took a quick sip of his coffee before rushing back to the set with his script in hand.

“Seriously?” Tom groaned as he ran into y/n’s back.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, eyes widening as she turned around and saw Tom.

“Of course you’d be in the way” he remarked trying to side step her.

She moved to block him, “you ran into me Holland. Not the other way around”.

Tom rolled his eyes, “yeah, well-“.

Y/n watched as he scrambled for a comeback, a smirk growing on her face, “well?”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Tom shouted, getting the attention of a few other cast members.

Y/n scoffed and shrugged, “I didn’t ask them to bring me back, but I guess the fans love me”.

“I suppose someone has to” Tom huffed.

Y/n’s confident posture slackened some; betraying the fact his attack actually landed this time.

But instead of feeling proud, Tom felt guilty; he knew he’d taken it too far.

“Let’s just get this over with” she groaned, turning away from him and towards the scene.

“Are we seriously going with this angle?” y/n asked, her script slapping the desk dramatically.

“I have to agree, this seems unrealistic” Tom agreed, his eyes rereading the kissing scene.

The director laughed and shook his head, “that’s the direction we’ve been told to go. Besides, everyone loves an enemies to lovers story”.

Y/n groaned, “y/c/n would never fall for t/c/n”.

Tom rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “and vice versa”.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Tom’s weak dig but focused back on the director, “I just don’t think the chemistry will work right for this dynamic”.

The director suppressed a smirk and shrugged, “it’s up to you and Tom to make sure that it does. Something tells me you’ll fall into place with this change easier than you think”.

Harry had to force himself not to laugh as he smirked across the room at his clueless older brother.

Both Tom and y/n groaned as they glared at each other across the table.

“You need to let me see it” Tom said, in character.

“No, I don’t want you touching me” y/n responded, sure to have her character glare up at Tom’s character.

As Tom rolled his eyes he sighed loudly, “how am I to stitch your cut back together if I can’t touch you?”.

“Why do you want to touch me?” Y/N’s character chided, looking away.

“I never said I did” Tom rebutted, grabbing some medical supplies from various places in the fake medical wing.

Y/n hummed loudly, “You never said you didn’t.”

“Do you want to bleed out or can I stitch your damn arm?” Tom’s character snapped.

“Fine” y/n groaned, holding her arm closer to him as he brought over the tray of medical supplies.

“Thank you your highness” he mocked.

“Stop calling me that” y/n said as her character bristled.

“It is your title, is it not?” Tom argued, wiping the fake wound on her arm.

“Not any more, and you know that” she said, a blatant reference to the scene in which her character had given up her title in order to join the resistance against their country’s abusive king.

Tom character sighed softly as he began to ‘stitch’ her ‘wound’, “you’re right, I’m sorry”.

Y/N’s character stayed silent but stoic, acting as if nothing impacted her.

It reminded Tom of the way y/n was around him off set.

“We’re on the same team now you know” y/n said as he continued to stitch her.

“Then maybe you should start acting like it, show a little trust maybe?” He argued, wrapping gauze around her arm.

“Me? You barely have said a word to me since I’ve been back and when you do it’s always harsh” she snapped, some tears in her eyes as she looked over at him.

Tom felt himself fall into the moment, and he truly couldn’t tell if she was faking it or not.

But as his eyes dropped to her lips before moving back to her eyes he hoped it seemed to have been done in character still and not his own actions.

A loud noise echoed through the otherwise quiet scene as one of the extras walking by behind them tripped and knocked over the plant in the corner.

The director yelled cut as y/n tried to not laugh about the interruption due to how close Tom’s face was to hers.

She didn’t want her breath to hit his face.

However, Tom was still stuck in the moment.

He reached out and took hold of her jaw.

“Umm..Tom?” Y/n asked, looking at him.

She saw the look in his eyes and signaled towards the group huddling by the plant to ensure it and the characters were back in their exact and proper places “The scene is over”.

He nodded slowly, blinking silently for a few seconds before seemingly finding himself and stepping back.

“Damn, really wanted to kiss me huh Holland?” Y/n mocked, standing up and undoing the wrap on her arm so they could redo it for the next take.

“Shut up y/l/n” Tom groaned, running his hand down his face.

“Make me” she tuck her tongue out at him childishly.

Tom snapped his eyes back at her and mumbled something under his breath before looking away.

Rolling her eyes, she set down the gauze and began taking off the fake stitches.

However, even with her back to him, y/n felt Tom’s eyes on her the whole time.

“Let me” Tom said, watching as she struggled to remove the last of the fake stitches without ripping it.

“No” y/n remarked turning away from him, “I’ve got it”.

He groaned loudly as he moved closer, “you’re going to rip it”.

“No I’m not, now fuck off” she huffed, fingers slipping on the fx makeup.

Tom laughed and shook his head, “would you just let me help you?”

“I don’t need your help Tom” she stated stubbornly.

“I’m well aware of that y/n, but I’d like to get a move on with this” he retorted, guessing to the set.

“Why are you in such a big hurry? Wanting to know what it’s like to kiss me that badly?” Y/n joked with a roll of her eyes.

Tom glared briefly but then eyes softened as he went back to trying to help her, “I have my reasons”.

“Which are?” She pressed, holding her arm away from him.

“Doesn’t matter” he murmured.

Y/n sighed, “if you tell me, I’ll let you help me with this”.

Tom smirked softly and sighed, “fine. Maybe I do want to kiss you”

Y/n laughed loudly and rolled her eyes, “hilarious Tom, whatever just forget it”.

As she moved away from him again, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

“I wasn’t joking” he confessed.

Despite her hesitation she saw the way he looked at her lips and was starting to feel inclined to believe him.

“Tom it’s not funny. I know you hate me but don’t do what you’re trying to do. That would be a new low, even for you” she warned.

He sighed, “y/n, I don’t hate you”.

Raising an eyebrow at him she huffed, “yes you do. You have from day one”.

Tom bit his cheek and closed his eyes, “I hate how you make me feel”.

“Same thing” y/n groaned.

“No. I hate that you drive me crazy. I feel like I’m an incompetent babbling fool whenever we’re in the same room. I hate the way you make me always want to redo every scene until it is enough to impress you. I hate the way your red lipstick makes your lips stand out even more. I hate the way you make me nervous no matter how prepared I am for the day. I hate the way-“ Tom rambled on.

Y/n brushed aside any worries about this being a ploy.

While they bickered and argued, Tom had never been cruel to her.

Which is why his harsher than normal comment earlier impacted her.

She noticed she had begun to zone out on what he was saying as her eyes focused onto the way his lips were moving.

Y/n firmly grasped his shirt and pulled him to her until their lips met.

Tom’s hand immediately found her hair and his fingers looped through it as he smiled into the kiss.

When they parted for air, they both had a slightly shy grin making them laugh.

“I don’t hate you” he summarized with a blush.

“I can see that now Tom” y/n smirked.

“But, there is one thing that I hate..” she stated.

Rising an eyebrow at her he nervously joked, “was I that bad of a kisser?”

She laughed and shook her head, “no. I hate that you drive me crazy and you’re not even mine”.

Tom smirked before smiling widely, “well, what do you say we fix the last part of that?”

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

“Haaazzz I suck” y/n groaned as she tugged on his hoodie.

“Come on love, practice makes perfect “ he grinned kissing her cheek once the hood fell onto her shoulders.

She huffed playfully and plopped onto his sofa, “you just want to show off”.

“How’s that?” He asked, sitting next to her and pulling her closer.

“By winning each match” she pouted.

“We can be on the same team then love, how’s that sound?” He offered, handing her a controller.

She smiled and nodded in agreement.

After a few rounds, she glanced over at her boyfriend with a smug expression.

“What?” He laughed, tickling her sides.

She kicked and squirmed as she laughed loudly.

“I think I’ve learned enough now” she answered when he stopped tickling her.

He lifted an eyebrow at her in confusion as he waited for an explanation.

“Like you said, practice makes perfect “ she shrugged.

“You want to compete now?” He laughed softly, nodding towards the tv screen.

She smirked and nodded, “loser makes dinner”.

Harrison laughed, “I must’ve forgotten how much you like to cook”.

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny Haz” she scoffed, “set it up”.

“Cheater!” Y/n screamed as she made her character run away from Haz’s.

Harrison smirked and tickled her side again, making her laugh loudly as she scooted down the couch.

“Stop cheating Haz!” She giggled, her smile making his grow.

He sighed softly to himself as he watched the way she intently moved her character to another part of the screen.

“Stop watching my screen” she whined, playfully smacking his arm.

Harrison chuckled and kissed her cheek, “I don’t want to make dinner”.

“You should be able to beat me still Osterfield” she pointed out teasingly.

“But perhaps I’ve bested you, maybe Tom will be more of a competition for me” she shrugged.

Harrison rolled his eyes softly as she smirked once she saw the competitive glow return to his eyes as he grabbed his controller.

“No!” She shouted, a frown on her lips as she stared at the screen, “I died! How did I die?”

Harrison suppressed a laugh at her adorable pout.

He set his controller beside him as he moved to pull her body towards him.

“Wait!” She gasped, making him freeze.

But in the time it took him to process what she was actually reacting to, she’d shot and killed his character.

Not once, but three times.

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Harrison shined.

She shrugged you set it up Haz

He groaned as he recalled having allowed for three chances before final death/loss of the match.

“You get to make dinner” she cheered, bouncing in her spot.

Harrison ran an embarrassed hand down his face but smiled, “that was already the plan my love”

“You’re just saying that cause you lost” she beamed proudly.

Haz laughed and leaned over to give her a soft kiss, “I still say you cheated”.

“You set it up!” She argued as he made his way for the kitchen to cook them dinner.

“And you said you died!” He teased, pulling out the ingredients he’d set aside for dinner to night.

“I thought I did, turns out I’m immortal!” She exclaimed with a laugh.

“After dinner we’ll see about that darling” Haz commented with a smile on his face.

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[your-nanas-house]

Hi love! What do you think of a fic/headcanon (whatever you prefer) where Tom Holland is secretly dating Tony Stark’s daughter? Thank you so much 💗

Hello! Sure thing. 🥰 I did an imagine in the end.

Back to reality

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◇ Pairing: Tom Holland X fem Stark!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, hiding, swearing, reality, fanfiction

◇ Summary: in the request

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Y/n's hand quickly covered your mouth, her hands were soft and reached your jaw, gently grazing it with her fingertips.

Her y/e/c eyes were fixed on yours in an almost hypnotic way as she silently pleaded you not to make any noise; her mouth moved and her expression showed slight panic as she pushed you against the wardrobe door in her bedroom.

Your back hit the hard surface of the wood and the last thing you saw, before you were embraced by the darkness that swallowed you into the wardrobe, was your girlfriend's face as she quickly closed the doors before leaving her father, Tony fucking Stark, in the room.

The two voices could be heard perfectly even though you were behind a light wooden door holding your breath waiting....

Harrison's hand brought Tom back to reality, his hazel gaze that had previously been fixed on his phone as he read the fanfiction he had found shifted fearfully to his friend who was giggling in amusement pointing out that it was the tenth story he had read about Y/n Stark and that he needed to focus on reality since he had to visit his parents in less than an hour, thus advising him to forget for a while about the Marvel character so beloved by the actor and the various stories fans were writing that were often with convoluted but interesting plots such as a secret relationship or friends with benefits and more.

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[simp4manyppl]

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭💕- 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝-Holland-Holiday party

Your Pov:

"Love are you ready?" Tom calls out to me.

"I don't know!" I reply. Tom lifts an eyebrow and heads upstairs he walks into our shared bathroom and looks at me. I'm in the midst of doing my hair then I hear him chuckle.

"Tommy it's not funny!" I whine struggling to do my hair. He walks over to me and kisses my cheek.

"I have to get this hairstyle correct and then get my hair in order and- Tommy can you go check on the treats in the oven for me please?" I ask he let's out a sigh chuckle and leaves the bathroom

30 minutes later

"Y/n, Darling it's been 30 minutes what's wrong? My parents are gonna love you!" Tom asks as I leave our shared bedroom.

"Tom. and what if they don't?" I ask going downstairs. I look at him eye to eye and he cups my cheeks

"Don't say that! They'll love you. Trust me." Tom says. I sigh and nod.

(Your outfit)

"You look gorgeous." Tom whispers in my ear. I giggle and peck his lips which results to him moving his lips from my lips to my neck. He begins to kiss my neck as I grip onto his hair.

"T-Tom!" I moan out.

He makes his was for my collarbone one of his hands grip onto my ass and I let out a little yelp as he smiles against my collarbone.

"Tom we gotta get going!" I moan. His hand begin to slide down to my pants then his phone rings. He pulls away from me and I quickly get out of his grasp to go check on the treats.

"Yeah, we're on our way. We're just about to leave the house." Tom says. I pack up the treats and look at him.

He opens the door for me and I smile, we leave the house and make our way to his parents house.

When you got there

"Ready?" Tom asks me. I shake my head

"No" I nervously look at him. He smiles and looks at me.

"I'll be with you the whole time. I promise."  He reassures me. I nod and he unlocks the door.

"Tom!" I hear a familiar voice say.

"Hey Zen." He says with a smile hugging Zendaya.

"Hi Y/n!" She says.

"Hi Zendaya." I say with a little smile.

We hug for a while and  she looks at me.

"Are you okay?" She asks

"Yeah, I'm fine" I smile.

"She's nervous. Here lemme take this for for you." Tom says as he takes the treats to the kitchen.

"You don't have to be nervous they'll love you." She says. I nod and I feel a tiny hand grip onto my pants. I look down to see Zendaya and Harry's daughter.

"Oh Hi sweetheart" I say picking her up.

"Hi Auntie Y/n" She smiles

"Have you been good?" I ask the little girl who looks at her mother and her mother laughs.

"I hope she has. Or else ima going to have to tickle her." Tom says as he begins to tickle her. She laughs and pleads.

"I've been uncle Tommy I promise." She begs. Tom stops and I hand her over to Tom.

"Alright, I'll be taking Stella. Y/n hasn't said her hellos yet." Zendaya says as she takes her baby girl.

I hold Tom's hand and he leads me to the living room.

"Well look what the cat dropped in" I hear a man say.

"Oh my goodness you're even more gorgeous than the photos." I hear a woman say. I smile at them and Tom begins the introductions.

"Mum, Dad. This my girlfriend Y/n."Tom says I shyly smile.

"Y/n these are parents Dominic and Nikki" He says to me.

Nikkie gets up to hug me and I hug her back.

"Tom told us you would be a little shy. Just make yourself at home." She says

"Alright." I say as we pull away.

She leads me to a seat and sits next to me holding my hand in hers. I look at Tom who smiles at me and then heads up stairs.

"So tell me sweetheart, How did you two meet?" She asks.

1 year ago.

"Y/n! Y/n!" Kai calls out to me.

"What?" I  ask

"You will not believe who is sitting in the Café right now!" Kai says I raise my eyebrow and look around to see famous actor Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield. I'm not shocked, not nervous, I look at her.

"You want me to go take thier orders?" I ask and she nods.

I sigh and head over to the table.

"Hi, welcome to small space my name is Y/n how can I help you today?" I ask. Tom looks up at me and I look at him, he doesn't say anything but just leaves his mouth open.

"Hi Y/n, could I get a large Latte please?" Harrison asks.

"Sure thing, and for your friend?" I ask look at Tom.

"He'll be having what I'm having"  Harrison says. I nod and head to the back

A few minutes later I came back with the drinks.

"Alright. Here's two lattes" I say. I put Harrison's down and just as I'm about to put Tom's  down I'm pushed into him with his coffee spilling all over the table and his outfit...

"Oops my bad" I hear my little brother say.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" I apologize.

"It's not your fault." He says as I quickly clean up the mess.

"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you I-" I say

"Oh no, you don't have to." He says.

I smile at him and turn around to go get more things to clean it up with.

"Actually, If I could get you number..."  He says.

I turn around and look at him

"Huh?" I ask

"You can make it up to me by getting my number." He smiles.

"S-sure" I say. He gave me his number and ever since that Tom and I would text eachother and meet up whenever he was in L.A.

Present Time

After telling Nikki how we met the family holiday party began.

We were currently in the living room with Tom's brothers and parents and Zendaya and her daughter.

It was almost time for us to leave and that's when Tom got a call.

"It was nice meeting you Y/n!" everyone says

"It was nice meeting everyone!" I say as Tom and I head out and get into the car.

"I can't wait to get home, you'll be moaning my name tonight" Tom says

His phone rings before I can say a thing

"Hello?" He says. He smiles and grips onto my thigh.

"No way. Alright. Call me later" He says hanging up the phone.

He kisses me and cups my cheeks.

"I got a role for an upcoming TV show next year." He says.

"That's great baby!" I smile and he kisses me again. We soon pull out of the driveway and make our way back to our house

"I can't wait!" Tom smiles.

"You'll do so great on the TV show." I say.

"Oh, I'm just as excited for the movie but what I really can't wait for is what I'll be doing to you tonight" Tom says.

I blush.

"I'm kidding. I'll be tearing you up tomorrow morning." He whispers. A/n; Hey! if you enjoyed this story, go check the rest out on my Wattpad @simp4manyppl (There's a lot of drama going on in this story!) if you do go read it make sure to comment a 💞 so ik you came from here!

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[mehphoobia]

FERAL Chapter 1 - You only, for him.

Pairing- Tom Holland! dragon x Reader! human

Warnings:- Language

Summary:-The only thing he could hear in his head, when he first smelt you and every day for the next whole month was, “MINE, YOU’RE MINE.”

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"WHAT!?"

Brian's white satin shirt was almost stained with a nice coffee stain which you almost choked out upon the question. What a morning. Outstanding.

"Yep, we're a little short on hands after Amelia's leave so" he left the sentence incomplete for you to understand it but soon continued in his defense, "the position can not be offered to just anyone even if its for a couple of days so ple-"

"what makes me so special?" you interrogated in hopes if you could get some answers as to why do you always get so weak in your knees and heart when you even go closer to the lift let alone the the 10th floor.

"Well Amelia wouldn't just anyone with her job as I said even if its for a couple of days." Brian said.

Of course. Honestly Brian would have never guessed he'd have to convince someone for that position that desperately. His thoughts were interrupted when you said,

"Yes, I'll do it"

The alarm clock had its own concert in the morning, but it stopped after being slapped to the ground. "Good riddance" you thought. Your back curled as you tried to wake up and sat on your bed staring at the wall. What a normal morning. ha! you wish.

After freshening up and taking a bath you moved to the dressing table for your skin care routine. Not long after you were done and raced towards the kitchen to see Olivia munching her cereal.

"You'll get sick you know, do you realize how much sugar it has?" you said on passing her by and patting her head. "Not everyone can cook like you, you know especially not in the morning ahhhh why can't it be night every time."

"Then how will the sun shine?" you passed her toast and juice to fill her up with actual food. She whined but enjoyed the meal nevertheless. Olivia never had such care taken of her. Your mom sending her bath bombs and your dad sending you guys food which would last you for seven generations. She never spoke much about her past and the long scar on her left hand all the way to her shoulders never gave you the guts to ask about it. But if you ever had a sibling, its nice to look at how she would have looked and how you guys would've been together.

You smiled at her childish grin while she ate, so cute. The morning went by peacefully until you met Brian in the café while waiting for yours's and Amelia's coffee. He told you she had taken a month long leave and dropped the bomb.

The fact that Brian found you trustworthy enough after meeting you for the first time was amazing and something you never guessed. But that pull you keep feeling someone you never knew will keep distracting you from your work and you couldn't have it. Do your work well or don't do it all; that was your moto.

So you agreed. Still hesitant but you did.

"Hello?" you asked on the phone.

"Yes, Y/N." you were lucky she answered. "Um Hi, are you okay? How are you?" Amelia wasn't one of those people who would take leaves for no good reason.

"Yeah I'm okay. I'm sorry I couldn't call you, I was just a little....occupied" the last part was stretched out.

"Oh okay its alright, but may I ask you something?" you were little embarrassed with your question. "Why you? Why are you covering for me? that's what you wanna ask right?" she guessed your question long before you could even ask.

"Look Y/N, I am usually never wrong about anyone let alone their personality so don't worry. Take up this chance well and prove yourself. Also we couldn't trust anyone enough" she was smiling on the other side of the call.

"than- wait a minute 'we'?" your eyebrows scrunched in doubt. You heard a couple of people quarreling and a few face palms. "Yeah me and Brian kiddo" she spoke in hurry.

yeah of course duh!

"Well thanks Amelia, I won't keep you long now. Bye" you concluded. "Good night"

"We were almost made out huh?" Brian spoke after a long deliberation and wait. "Yeah no shit, dumbfuck" Amelia threw a cushion at him.

They both chuckled.

"We'll have to be careful though" Tom said, alert on caution. "Yeah we can't have your mate run away now can we?" Amelia joked accompanied with Brian's laughter.

"Yeah no shit, dumb bitch. You almost scared her off the first day itself." Tom back answered. "You said intimidating" she grunted.

All three of them started to throw cushions at each other.

"Oh by the way, the council called." Brian informed.

"About the WIND? They have been meddling a lot haven't they?" Tom enquired. "Yeah, but they're taken care of, don't worry. I'll keep them in check" Amelia smirked.

"We know you will." Brian and Tom spoke together.

The three of them have been together and best of friends since they could remember. The council realized the importance of Amelia's and Brian's in Tom that he was supposed to be the next clan leader. Any disturbances were taken care of even before they were bought up in front of the council.

No one dared to challenge the alpha.

He was the leader even before he was crowned, for the people. When he said something, every one listened and followed.

But the only person, who could get him on his knees and make him go feral was you.

You wouldn't be able to concentrate in your work and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going near you. Staying away was his only concern. He couldn't make himself being seen, not at least till you were safe.

After talking to Amelia, comfort and sleep took you in. You slept peacefully waiting for tomorrow and Tom slept thinking about you and how he had to keep you safe.

The two of you slept peacefully unknown of the mysteries and plans the rival clan, THE WIND was cooking up. But all that mattered right now was you

You only, for him.

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A/N- Hey guys, chapter 1's up and running. Hope you like it. Let me know what you guys think about it.

Chapter 2 teaser would be up probably today or tomorrow. So stay tuned.

Love yourself...no matter what 🤍🤍

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[holland-daydream]

Truth or Dare (part 2)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader x Harrison Osterfield

A/N: Here is part two for Truth or Dare, you can find part one here

Warning: Female submission, male domination, pure filthy smut, threesome. Only 18+, minors will be blocked

Word Count: 1.6k

You opened your eyes wide at the question, considering his previous reaction you had already discarded the idea that there was an upcoming threesome with him, and you had to admit his sudden disposition took you by surprise. Yet, being the tease that you are, decided to play it innocent. “What’s next? Sleep, like we said” you said, smiling widely at him. Harrison rolled his eyes at your teasing response and ignored it, looking directly at Tom “Dude, are you seriously okay with this?” “F’yeah mate, as far as she wants to take it, I’m down”. He said, looking at you. He sighed as a confirmation and walked along with you both.

“Did you bring your car? We can drop you off at y-“ you asked, friendly. “You ain’t dropping me anywhere, I’m staying at yours tonight”. He answered in a boldly way, which weirdly turned you on. He jumped in the back seat and Tom was driving, you shuffled through the music until finally deciding for 3 by Britney Spears. “Fitting” you thought. The silence in the car was overwhelming and uncomfortable, there was no way this could be turned into a sex scene in half an hour. You decided to bring up some small talking to avoid the cold to take over and keep the both engaged and out of their thoughts, in case they were overthinking the situation.

Your plan succeeded and by the time you reached home a few topics had been addressed, just trivial stuff such as what Netflix show were you binging on, but that was ok.

Harrison had stayed at your house multiple times and needed no guide, so you walked straight to the kitchen to prepare three glasses of wine and get everything clear before jumping at the action. Tom turned on the music, a slow and sensual music playlist, and let it play in the background at low volume. While Harrison was in the bathroom, he approached you. “Hey love” he started “are you sure about this, right? You know if anything goes wrong you can always speak and we’ll stop” he reassured you. He was the most caring person you had ever been with. “I know buds, I’m more worried about Haz. He doesn’t look too sure, I don’t wanna force this” you said, pouting. “He’ll be okay, this isn’t his first one” he said, raising your curiosity to know more about other stuff Haz had done. “Ask him” he jokingly said, brushing off the subject.

Harrison came from the bathroom and although he looked nervous, he walked firmly to you and grabbed the glass of wine. The silence took over again and you decided to finally put the subject on the table: “So, I’m up for anything you’re comfortable doing, Haz”. He choked on the wine and after recovering himself he nodded, “I’m up for everything” he answered. You laughed at his eagerness and found it cute. “But, is there anything you don’t like?” You really wanted to make everything clear so that everyone had fun. “Not really, I mean, I don’t like being the bottom one or anything like that” he said, mostly looking at Tom. “D’worry mate, I’m not into that either. The only bottom one will be y/n” he said. You blushed, you loved it when he talked about you like that, like a toy. Tom knew that, saw you blushing and jumped at the chance. He put down the glass of wine and slowly walked to you. “In fact…” he continued, standing behind you and wrapping his hands on your neck from behind, firmly holding you. He put his lips right next to your ear, “…she will be our bottom. She will be our toy, our little pleaser, because she is such a good girl, isn’t she?” you closed your eyes at the sound of his words, biting your lip and moaning “mhmm”, Tom pressed harder on your neck “mhmm what?” “mhmm Daddy” “Good girl”. Harrison just stood there watching, already hard just by watching you squirm at Tom’s words. “Baby, you know good girls don’t keep guests waiting. Come on, give Haz one of your special kisses” You locked eyes with Tom and left his embrace, quickly moved on to Harrison, grabbing his face and bringing your lips together, slowly introducing your tongue inside his mouth, you both moaning at the sensation. After a while you separated and grabbed his hands, you three walking towards the bedroom.

Tom grabbed you by the hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Undress”, you nodded and proceeded to undress yourself, eagerly. Tom and Harrison stood back and watched you, while Haz was still shy, Tom was having the time of his life.

So, you stood there completely naked in front of them, shyly waiting for them to say something.

“What are you waiting for, Haz?” Tom teased. “Cm’on baby, you know just how to make people feel good” he continued, with a smirk, and sat down on the armchair to watch the scene. You grabbed Haz by the wrist, helping him sit down on the bed, then proceeded to unbelt him and remove his trousers, while he was dazed by your actions. You slid down his underwear and gently grabbed his member with your hands, slowly licking it without losing eye contact with him. He bit his lip watching you, but when you put his whole member on your mouth, deep, he lost it and threw his head back overtaken by the pleasure. You continued to work your way with his cock, gagging and licking it, sucking and moving your hand, rejoicing yourself with the moans coming out of Harrison’s mouth. After some minutes he raised his head and mumbled “fuck, stop, I’m gonna cum”. You totally ignored his words and continued, being interrupted by Tom, who grabbed your hair and forced you to separate from Harrison. “Didn’t you hear him say stop?” your eyes were now meeting Tom’s, spit all over your face and your eyes a little dazed and watery. “I thought you were obedient, baby” he said, pretending to be disappointed. Truth is, he adored when you disobeyed because that gave him the chance to punish you. “s-sorry d-daddy” you mumbled.

Just by the hair, he threw you on the bed next to Harrison, face down ass up. You didn’t dare to raise your head, you knew better than that. You heard another belt unbuckling and knew it was Tom’s. “Fuck” you thought. And here it came, your ass was hit by the leather material, which left a pretty red mark on your ass but also a tingling sensation. You bit your lip to hold back the moan. “I ain’t hearing you” Tom said. “Thank you, Daddy” you said, loud enough for him to hear. He gave you 3 or 4 more strokes, all followed by a “Thank you, Daddy”, and your ass had gotten a bright red colour now. “Wanna try?” he asked Harrison. He grabbed Tom’s belt and imitated his gesture, giving you a light stroke which felt like tickles after Tom’s spankies. “You need to hit her stronger” Tom was trying to teach him, grabbing the belt. “Like this”, he said, hitting your ass so harsh that you jumped a little. Harrison grabbed the belt again and hit you, this time stronger. “Thank you…” you weren’t sure what to call Harrison. “Sir”, he said, finishing your sentence. “Thank you, Sir” you said, smiling at the name.

Tom sat on the bed in front of you, cupping your face into his hands. “How are you baby?” you kissed him “’m good”. “Alright, get on all fours” he commanded, and you obeyed. He slid down his jeans and placed his hips in front of your mouth. “I’m not gonna lie baby, I’m a bit jealous Haz got a blowjob and I didn’t. How bout you suck me off while he fucks you from behind, hmm?” you nodded with a smile and he slid down his boxers while you felt Haz getting positioned behind you, firmly grabbing your hips and slowly entering his member into you while you gagged on Tom’s cock. Haz was fucking you deeply, holding you so hard you thought he was going to bruise you, while Tom was holding your head against his cock so you gagged, drooled and choked on it. Your moans were silenced by having your mouth full and you could feel the orgasms build up. “Fuck, you’re so wet” Haz mumbled. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep working me this well” Tom said. You were abandoned to the pleasure and couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if your mouth got freed from Tom. “Fuck baby” Tom muttered, holding you so hard you knew he was going to come soon. He did, filling your mouth, and then moving to the side, letting you fall down on the mattress with your mouth full of cum while Haz was still fucking you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too” Haz said, and Tom knew you had to be close too. He kneeled down, close to your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl baby? Cum for Daddy, love” he whispered. You swallowed Tom’s cum and let yourself go into an orgasm, your contractions and moans were enough for Haz to finish and finally come inside of you, letting out a loud moan.

They laid down next to you while you still felt in a haze, sweating and smelling like sex. After your breathe had calmed down Tom was giving you kisses, cuddles and caresses. “Bubs, you should go to the bathroom” he advised, which you nodded, because you knew how important it was to go to the bathroom after having sex. You took the little time alone to compose yourself after returning with the boys. You laid down, and Haz started cuddling you. “So, how was it?” you asked them both. “Amazing” “Lovely” they both said. It didn’t take long until you all fell asleep.

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[celebtattletale]

Double Trouble: Harrison Osterfield announces marriage and pregnancy with Y/N Holland all at once

Earlier this week, actor Harrison Osterfield (25) posted a cute picture on instagram of his partner of three years, fitness and health specialist Y/N Holland (24).

In the photo, Y/N was layed on her back over a bouncy yoga ball (made famous in her lockdown workout videos) in the living room of the house the two bought a year ago.

And she was also sporting a rather prominent baby bump visible from her black jumper that had ridden up, matched with a comfortable-looking pair of sports leggings.

Harrison captioned with:

‘anyone else’s wife do this? just mine? ok 👍’

This came as a complete shock to both us here at celebtattletale and the rest of the world, who were all under the impression that this was simply a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

It was Tom Holland (25), Y/N’s brother and Harrison’s best friend who first revealed that the two were together, speaking on how his ‘best mate and baby sister’ had finally admitted their feelings when on the Spider-man: Far From Home press tour.

And since then, the couple have posted cute pictures of each other on instagram right throughout their relationship, but neither them nor anyone in the family has ever mentioned the two getting married.

A source close to the married couple told us that Harrison proposed just after they moved into their new house and they got married in a small ceremony with only close family and friends as soon as it was safe - due to the pandemic.

Wedding photos have been released in the past couple of days due to demand from fans. They showed Harrison and Y/N gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes and their parents and siblings cheering in the background.

Harrison looked dashing in a plain and simple suit hugging his taut biceps. His newlywed wife matched his simple style in an elegant white dress with a defined square neckline and puffy sleeves.

And everyone was delighted to find out that the two are now expecting a child together! We all can tell that the Osterfields are going to be wonderful parents.

Eagle-eyed fans have suspected that Y/N is due to give birth in another two or three months based off the size of her bump. Others have even started a poll guessing what sex the baby will be (girl is winning so far).

But no matter what, we all know that this baby is going to be loved by the amazing support system of the combined Holland and Osterfield families around them.

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[softholand]

oh oh! and this one too “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” pls luv uuu😚💜 — kit xx

𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤

⤷ harrison osterfield x reader, drinking, literally one curse word, some tension, mostly fluff

prompt: “i’m too sober for this.” “you don’t even drink.” “maybe i should start.”

words: 900+

a/n: thank you for your requests, lovey <3 again sorry i took so long 🙈 @bigilante

It was your third failed attempt at a date this month. This time, you were left sitting at a restaurant for forty minutes, repeatedly telling the poor waiter, who looked at you with pity in his eyes, that you were waiting for someone, before accepting that that someone wasn't coming and finally leaving. You didn’t want to go home and be on your own though so you did the next best thing, shoot your best friend a text, asking if you could stop by.

The sight that greeted you once arriving at Harrison’s place was one of pure comfort. The blonde wore a pair of grey sweatpants, combined with an old white t-shirt, that you were almost sure had, at least, ten years old. His hair was all tousled, probably from running his hand through it, even though you warned him about the risk of it getting oilier the more he threatened his fingers through it.

“Bad night?” He asked as soon as he opened the door for you, a lazy smile on his lips. “You have absolutely no idea.” You huffed, taking off your shoes before plopping yourself on his couch. “What was it this time?” Harrison insisted, closing the door behind you. “The asshole didn’t show up.” You let it out in a frustrated sigh, reaching for a half-eaten bag of chips the blonde had laying on his coffee table. “Ouch, that’s brutal.” Your best friend hissed, joining you on his couch. “I know, right? The fucker didn’t even have the decency to send a text, who does that? Who lets someone wait for them at a restaurant for forty fucking minutes?” You growled, scarfing down on the chips, not realizing until then how hungry you actually were.

Harrison shrugged, taking the beer bottle that was on the coffee table back in his hands, gulping some of the liquid down. You were ready to keep rambling about your failed night when suddenly the familiar sound of a ping came from your phone. You scoffed upon realizing who it was. “Oh, now he’s mad because he got to the restaurant and I wasn’t there anymore. Unbelievable!” You muttered, blocking his number immediately, not even bothering to answer. “What is wrong with me? I feel like I have a magnet for stupid guys or something.” You groaned, throwing your phone back inside your purse. “I’m too sober for this.” You said, making your friend chuckle, “You don’t even drink.” The blonde stated a smirk on his lips. “Maybe I should start.” You let it out, feeling like alcohol wasn’t actually a bad idea right now.

“Or maybe you should look a little bit closer.” Harrison whispered-mumbled, as if he didn’t want you to hear what he said, but you did. Very clearly. “What?” You asked, watching as he avoided your gaze. “What?” Your friend repeated, to which you let out a frustrated sigh. “You said maybe I should look closer, what do you mean by that?” You insisted, your brows furrowed in confusion. “C’mon, y/n! I think you’re old enough to figure it out on your own.” Harrison mumbled while rolling his eyes, leaving you even more confused.

You thought about his answer for a while, trying your best to understand him but you came out completely empty-handed. Until, “Wait, does one of our friends like me?” You asked, watching as Harrison let a frustrated laugh out. “Yes, y/n!” The blonde exhaled, a faint smile on his lips. “Well, who is it then?” You insisted, and that seemed to be the last straw for him. “Are you actually being serious right now?” Harrison asked, completely dumbfounded by your words. “What?” You groaned, starting to feel annoyed at your friend. “It’s me, y/n! I’m the fucking friend!” Harrison practically yelled at your face, watching as it changed from confusion to shock.

“Y—You like me? Since when?” You asked, completely thrown back by his confession. “Few months, I think. Did you really have no idea?” Your friend asked, “Of course, I didn’t, Harrison! Otherwise, I’d have said something. Fuck, do you think I’ve been ignoring you all this time?” You asked, physically flinching when he nodded. “Haz, why didn't you say anything? I’m your best friend.” You mumbled, feeling your heart tighten inside your chest. “You just answered your question. You only saw me as a friend, nothing more.” He said, shrugging down his shoulders.

After a few seconds of extremely awkward silence, Harrison cleared his throat, “It’s fine, I mean, we can still be friends. It’s not like I’m gonna take you out on a date or something, especially now that you practically gave upon them.” He let it out, feeling a knot form in his throat. “Well, I’m willing to go to one more.” You exclaimed, watching as Harrison’s face lit up. “You are?” He asked, smiling as you nodded. “Oh, that’s uhm, that’s g—great!” The blonde stuttered, making you giggle.

The thing was, you had always liked Harrison. Yes, as friends but, you couldn’t deny that sometimes you caught yourself thinking about how much easier it would be for you two to be together since you had almost the same interests as each other. You never brought it up for the same reason as his. You were friends, nothing more, so it never passed through your head to make a move.

That being said, you were actually excited for this date and what would happen after that. Maybe Harrison was right, maybe all you needed to do was look a little bit closer to realize that, what you’ve been looking for was right in front of your eyes.

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[spideymarvelws]

A threesome with tom × reader × Harrison when they become roommates PLEASE could you include... spanking? 😸

im sorry if this is so bad sdhvcwdhcvps the beginning is a bit shaky but i finally sat my ass down and wrong something so i hope you enjoy!

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Warnings : dom/sub undertones, spanking, mild degrading and humiliation, tom and haz being little teasing shits

Word Count : 1.8k

Roommates With Benefits

Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader x Tom Holland

“And that’s pretty much it. Oh! And you could always just put Percy’s bowl and bed next to Tessa’s. I’m sure she won’t mind, very sweet girl,” Tom smiled, pushing the tips of his fingers into the pockets of his jeans as he led you back to the kitchen.

“We’d love another dog in the house! Just be warned if you ever leave, we might not be able to let him go.” Harrison winked, blue eyes shining with the light shining into the kitchen, causing heat to quickly rise to your face.

You chuckled light heartedly, leaning against the kitchen island with your head down, avoiding the intense stairs of the two brits on your body.

Everything happened so quickly. Being kicked out of your apartment after having trouble paying ridiculous bills, seeing the ad during your job at the cafe and immediately calling the number in hopes that the offer for a roommate was still open. It wasn’t usually something you did, especially without any background checks but you were desperate and in that moment, you were ready to endure anything if it meant you would have a roof over your head. 

What you didn’t expect was a cute british voice answering the phone who was very cooperative and patient, answering all the questions you had. You called him everyday after that, using the excuse of asking more questions but ultimately you both ended up talking about anything and everything. It was an immediate connection that only intensified when you met him the next week in real life after your shift. Shaggy brown hair, soft brown eyes and a figure that made your mouth water, you didn’t expect such a sweet human to take on the looks of a model.

But he didn’t come alone, next to him was a taller but equally attractive blond brit, with clear blue eyes and a smile that made your legs weak. You were surprised how composed you kept yourself while talking to them and with a firm handshake and exchange of phone numbers, a beautiful friendship between the two was born.

At least, that’s what you tried to keep it as. Both men were naturally flirtatious, constantly complimenting you then pointing out how flustered you got like it was some inside joke. When you would meet up with them after shifts, sometimes one of them would take your hand while the other stayed attached to you to the hip, along with a lot of subtle touches that left goose bumps in their wake.

It came to the point where your coworkers gave you side eyes, dancing around the question of asking if you were dating anyone which only made you more flustered.

After a month of spending time with them, the week before your lease ended, they invited you to their flat to show you around, not so directly confirming that they wanted you as their third roommate.  

However, as you entered the house, tension started to build in the air, tension that you only noticed apparently since Tom and Harrison went on with the tour like everything they did was normal. Constant innuendoes, especially when they showed you where the bedrooms were, stretching their arms in already tight shirts, staying close by your side with small touches to your back and arm.

It kept you flustered, while your purpose being there was to find a place to stay, you couldn’t deny that the two brits were attractive, irritatingly so. After the month of getting to know them, you developed a pretty obvious crush on the two men but you were too shy to say anything, too many negative consequences filling your head.

You were happy to maintain a friendship, even if that meant keeping the constant heat on your skin in their presence.

“How do you know if Tessa’s any safer? I might just take her with me.” you teased, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Oh really?” Tom raised a brow, walking closer to you behind the kitchen counter, “I feel hurt that you’re already thinking of leaving.” he leaned on his left elbow with his ankles crossed over the other, licking his lips as he looked you up and down.

“To- to be fair... Haz was the first to suggest it.” you stuttered briefly, coughing to hide how nervous you became.

“Yeah, cut her some slack Tom.” the blond snickered, walking up to you, standing on the other side, arms crossed and muscles bulging, “Don’t want to scare her off too soon now do we?”

“Oh I don’t think we’re scaring her off Haz.” Tom raised his hand, taking your jaw between your fingers and turning your head to face him, “Are we scaring you love?”

You shook your head no, eyes wide and body frozen with the contact.

“We’re going to need words darling,” Harrison said into your ear, his breath heavy on the side of your head, his hand landing possessively on the base of your neck, “Communication is very important for us in a roommate.”

“Is it?” you squeaked, trying to process being suddenly sandwiched between the two men. They’ve never been this forward, thoughts running through your head that made you squeeze your thighs together in hopes of some relief.

Tom hummed, leaning up with his face right in front of yours, “So I’ll ask again... are you scared of us Y/n?” your name fell off his tongue like honey, sending a pang of pleasure down your stomach to your heat. You wanted nothing more than to hear it over and over again.

“N-no.” the pitch of your voice was high, enough to make you laugh if it wasn’t for the men so close to your body.

“Then why are you so tense, angel?” Harrison’s hand moved down your neck, trailing along your spine and staying in the curve of your back, right above your ass, “Anything we could do to help?”

“I could think of one thing!” Tom hummed, leaning in closer, brushing his lips along yours, “That is, if our lady allows it.”

“Only if you want to be our girl.” Harrison added, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck, “Just say the word and this never happened.”

“No!” maybe it was the sudden closeness, their hands on your body or the pet names that flowed so naturally off their tongue. Or maybe it was the build up over the past months, the fantasies than ran threw your head of this exact moment that all lead you to whimper-

“yes... please.”

...

“Ah- fuck.” Harrison groaned from behind you, his rough hands gripping your waist tighter as he pounded into you from behind, “God she feels so good around me... tightest cunt I’ve ever fucked.”

“Wait till you feel her mouth mate,” Tom grunted, tightening his hands around your head. He looked down at your face, tears falling from your eyes, spit drooling from your mouth around his hard cock, some of it falling to the sheets beneath you. Out of his years of acting and traveling, he’d never thought he’d see such a beautiful sight.

“Oh I’m planning on it,” the blond responded, moving his hips impossibly faster, fingers digging into your waist, adding to the marks all over your body, “Not tonight though, don’t think the slut could think properly after this.”

Tom laughed at his friend’s words, continuing to bob your head on his cock, alternating between slow, calculated movements and a rough, punishing pace.

The humiliation only made you more wet and desperate for relief. You were right on the edge, have been since the night’s activities began. But the men wouldn’t allow it, constantly mocking and degrading you if the thought ever crossed your mind, threatening to not touch you for the rest of the week if you came without permission.

The fact that they planned to continue after this couldn’t even cross your head, mind too far broken down into just a toy for their use, begging and mewling for anything they gave you. 

A harsh spank landed on your bum making a squeak erupt from your throat, muffled by Tom’s length. Harrison scoffed at your reaction, landing blow after blow, his hips losing rhythm as he neared his high.

“I swear she just gets wetter and wetter,” Harrison groaned, punctuating the last three words with a slap to your skin, “So fucking perfect around me I-” he groaned loudly, bending over slightly to reach deeper inside you, hitting a different angle that made you scream.

Tom was quick to pull you off his cock, one hand wrapped tightly around your hair, keeping your head up while the other moved quickly up his shaft. jerking himself off.

“Fuck, you look so pretty princess,” Tom moaned, “Ready to cum?”

You nodded enthusiastically, smiling wide as you kept your mouth open. The brunette grabbed your jaw, tilting your head up and spitting directly in your mouth, slapping the side of your face for you to swallow.

“Fucking beg for it then.” 

But before you could respond, you felt pressure directly on your clit, Harrison’s cold thumb moving circles around the nub, pushing you further and further to your orgasm. 

“Please! Please let me cum! Please Tommy!” 

But the brit only laughed, “I’m not the one you should be begging too love,” 

Tom loosened his grip of your hair only for Harrison to take over, pulling your back to his sweaty chest.

“Go ahead angel, beg so you could cum all over my cock,”

“Please... please Harrison,” you could feel the energy slowly fading from your body but your will to get off was just as strong, “Please let me cum,”

“Go ahead angel,” Haz grunted in your ear, “Fuck I’m gonna cum with you, bury my cock deep in your pussy, stuff you full,”

Without a second to lose, you let yourself go, finally  getting that release you’ve been craving for that entire night. The feeling of the blonds cum filling you up made it more intense, along with his thumb still locked in place on your clit. It was an overload of pleasure, black spots clouding your vision but you still hyper aware of everything going on.

“Open your mouth pretty girl,” you heard echo in the back of your head. Without fight, your jaw slacked open, the taste of Tom’s seed hitting your lips, spreading across your mouth.

You were in pure ecstasy. 

It took you a while to come back after such an intense moment, tangled in Tom’s arms while Harrison worked on cleaning your body, both looking down at you with admiration and awe.

“What do you think Haz? She good enough to live here?” Tom mumbled, softly petting your hair as you nudge your cheek against his chest, bathing in the attention.

The blond snickered from behind you, crawling over your body and leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, “She could live with us for the rest of her life after that mate,” you raised your head slightly at his words, eyes wide and blown. He gently took your chin between his fingers, pressing a kiss to your puffy lips.

“Free of fucking charge.”

#harrison osterfield #tom holland #harrison osterfield smut #tom holland smut #harrison osterfield x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield #tom holland x fem!reader #harrison osterfield x fem!reader

[nowimyurdaisy]

Masterlist

key: ❤️- fluff | 🌩️- angst | ✨- personal favorite | 💌- requested |  🎵 - based off a song

Tom Holland:

Like a date? ❤️

summary: You are best friends with tom. He is your crush, you are his. You two would never date, right?

Girlfriend 🌩️❤️

summary: based off of Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne

Quaksons ❤️ (blurb)

summary: You have a lovely date with your boyfriend.

Cat Lover ❤️

summary: Your a cat person, Tom is not, Tom hates all cats. You have a cat, so you have never let Tom inside your apartment, never. Until one day you do.

Favorite Crime 🌩️

summary: based off of Favorite Crime by Olivia Rodrigo

Kiss Her 

summary: Tom and you have been secretly dating, and Harrison is determined to get the two of you to reveal it.

All Too Well coming soon...

Peter Parker:

7 Minutes in Heaven ❤️

summary: You go to a party. You end up playing 7 minutes in heaven. And get your crush Peter Parker.

Pay Attention ❤️

summary: Peter isn’t paying attention to you, so you decide to do something about it.

Harry Holland:

Secret ✨

summary:  you have a secret relationship with harry and one day your brother walks in on you two kissing.

Harrison Osterfield:

Birthday Boy ❤️

Jess Mariano:

Just Best Friends 1 2 ❤️🌩️✨

summary: Being best friends with Jess Mariano, is a dream come true. Of course you wish you could be more than friends, but the friend zone is where you are. You help Jess with anything and everything. On a date with one person Jess, realizes his feelings for another.

Jealousy Hurts ❤️🌩️

summary: You go on a date, Jess gets jealous, you two argue which ends in uncovered feelings.

She’s a Gilmore 

summary: Your sister is Rory Gilmore and your mom is Lorelai Gilmore; your best friend is Jess Mariano. New tension arises a few weeks after Rory and Jess’ relationship. Luke and Lorelai fix it.

You What? ❤️

I love you ❤️

Andrew Garfield:

Massages & Kisses coming soon...

Robby Keene:

Jealous Much? ❤️🌩️

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[bi-writes]

So, hear me out for haz appreciation night. you're reading a book, completely engrossed and haz wants attention so he tries to get your attention but you don't respond. he asks you for a kiss and you give him a quick peck but he pulls you on his lap and kisses you with fervour and now you want it more than him and you beg but then he turns dominant and kinda punishes you for not paying attention to him earlier AHHH OMG😍🤪

fuuuuuuuuuuuck

warnings: smut, unprotected cum play (its fiction k?), masturbation (male), dom!haz, fingering, good stuff

Harrison nudged you with his leg for the millionth time. You peeked out from your book finally, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Harri, seriously...I’m at a good part. Can’t you busy yourself?”

“No.”

Your bare legs were splayed across his lap, and you were wearing nothing but lingerie and his t-shirt. He could not stand the way you looked any longer, and you rolled your eyes.

“Harrison, I’m not kidding.”

“Neither am I.”

You put your book back up, and you sighed as he bent down, his lips on your knee. He kissed your legs gently, and you finally shot up when he began to suck on your thighs warmly.

“Harrison!”

“Give me a kiss, lovey. I mean it.”

You groaned, putting the book down, folding the page to keep your place. You sat up finally, getting up onto your knees on the couch. You leaned over, tilting your head to the side as you gave Harrison a soft, sweet kiss. You pulled away much too quickly for his liking, and he put a thumb on your lip, shaking his head.

“There. Are you happy?”

His blue eyes darken a bit, and he scoffed. 

“Fuck, no.”

You gasped as he grabbed onto your hips, forcing you onto his lap. You fell onto his chest, and he gripped your hair tightly, bringing you close as he kissed you hard, one hand keeping your head close as the other went low and squeezed your ass, forcing your hips against his. You let out a sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms slowly around his neck as you kissed him back slowly. His hands starting to roam suddenly had you wanting more, his shirt riding up on you as you slowly started to sway your hips. 

“There,” Harrison pulled away, breathless, and you stared down at him with your mouth gaping open. “That’s a bloody kiss.”

You swallowed hard, “wait,” you breathed, lingering on him, chasing his lips for more. “W-Wait...”

“What?” He smirked, blue eyes focused intently on your glowing figure and the soft surface of your lips. You looked so adorable, and he knew exactly what you wanted. “What is it, darling?”

“Come here...” You moved to kiss him, and he tilted his head just slightly, your lips on his cheek. You whined a bit, “Harri...”

“What is it, love? Now you wanna pay attention to me, eh?” He snorted a bit, shaking his head. “Where were you a few minutes ago? I don’t like being ignored.”

“I’m paying attention to you now,” you breathed. “Come here, Harrison.” You cupped his cheeks, leaning your forehead against his. “You’re so handsome...just wanna kiss you all day.”

He smiled, licking his lips, but then he shook his head.

“Mmm...no,” he squeezed your ass with both hands down, and you put two hands on his chest, letting out a gasp. “But you know what? Take the shirt off. I wanna see you.”

You didn’t even think twice before slipping it off, tossing it onto the floor. Harrison’s gaze fell to the gorgeous lace set you were wearing, one of his favorites. He adored the way black looked on you. He brought a hand up, licking his lips, tracing the lace trim along your breasts.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely divine.”

He met your eyes for a moment before he hooked his hands into his sweats, pushing them down. You bit your lip as you kept your eyes on his, flicking between his lips and back up, just watching his handsome face. You cupped his cheek as you heard the first groan leave his mouth, and you glanced down for a moment as you watched him wrap a hand around himself, touching himself warmly. He brought that hand up, tilting his head to the side.

“Spit, m’love.”

You took his hand, bringing it up to your mouth. You started out slow, taking his fingers into your mouth and wetting them. You sucked on each one of his fingers individually, swirling your tongue and getting them soaked before taking a breath and spitting right into the palm of his hand. Harrison chuckled a bit before bringing that hand down and wrapping it around himself, his eyes lowering and focusing on you. 

“Mmm...take off your bra, lovey. Let me see.”

You reached behind yourself and unclasped it, letting it fall. Harrison’s pupils dilated a bit as he watched, his cheeks becoming flushed as he pumped himself quicker, letting out gentle groans. He reached up with his free hand and tweaked your nipple gently, watching your face contort with pleasure as you rested on his thigh, head tilted back. 

“Harri...Harri, let me touch,” you begged, and he tsked, shaking his head.

“Fuck that. You’re gonna watch me come, and you’re going to sit there like a good girl and let me. I don’t wanna hear a word outta you, love.”

You massaged his thighs, whining, but you said nothing more, letting his hungry eyes roam over you as he continuously pumped his cock, running his hand over himself again and again. His nimble fingers running over his hard length, making your mouth water, but there was nothing you could do. This punishment was nothing compared to what he could do to you, and you didn’t want to push him any further. You’d take this, because you knew the reward would be worth it.

“Harri...” You swallowed hard. There was sweat along his forehead now, and his mouth was open, nothing but soft moans coming from him, and you were soaking through your panties now, just by watching him. “Let me kiss you.”

“Come here,” he mumbled, and you let your lips fall on his, cupping his cheeks as you swallowed his moans between kisses. You tugged on his hair a bit, grabbing onto the back of his neck, and you moaned against him as you pressed yourself against his chest, feeling the constant movement of his arm as he pumped himself faster and faster.

“Come for me, Harri,” you said against his lips. “Please. Please...” You massaged his chest, “Please, for me, baby...”

“Anything for you, love,” he said huskily, and you pressed your forehead against his, watching as he came over his hand. You reached down with your own hand, helping him through it, taking over as he finished onto your hand as you rocked him through his orgasm. Harrison leaned his head back against the couch, letting out a sigh, and he watched as you brought your fingers up to your mouth to clean yourself off. He chucked a bit, shaking his head, and he took his own hand, wet with his cum, and he slipped it into your panties, using his soaked fingertips and slipping them right into you easily. “Fuck,” he breathed. “God, you’re ready, aren’t you, love? Did you like that? Did you like watching me fuck myself just by looking at you?”

You nodded desperately.

“That’s what you do to me,” he muttered. “You’re so bloody gorgeous, I can’t help myself. I take one look at you, and I’m fucking gone, love. You could be sitting on my lap fully clothed, and I’d still come in my trousers looking at you, y’know that?”

“Harri—” You moaned, leaning your forehead against his shoulder, and he laughed.

“That’s right,” he growled, forcing his fingers as deep as they could go, making you squeak with delight. “Say my fucking name, love.”

#woooooooo #idk why i wrote this i was just in the mood lmao #harrison osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield x fem!reader #harrison osterfield x you #ho #requested #honsfw #tombob2005

[farfromtommy]

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y/nholland1997 I ask Tom to send me a picture of Tessa because I miss her and he does this I’m taking applications for a new older brother because this one sucks

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tomholland2013  miss you too, y/n. best little sister ever ❤️

paddyholland2004 @tomholland2013 This is why I’m her favorite 

samholland1999 @paddyholland2004 incorrect. I send her multiple pictures a day of Tessa I’m her favorite 

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hazosterfield I’ll do date night wherever as long as I’m with you @y/nholland1997 😘

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y/nholland1997 you’re my favorite quarantine date ❤️

lifeisaloha you guys are so cute it makes me sick 

yourbestfriend wait those donuts look so good send me some

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y/nholland1997 I’m so lucky to have someone like Harrison in my life during times like this. Moving to New York and then the breakout of the virus immediately following was one of the scariest things I’ve ever experienced, but having him by my side made it so much easier. I love you more than you’ll ever know, Haz. You make my life so much better. 

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hazosterfield forever and ever, my love. can’t wait to spend the rest of my life by your side. 

harryholland64 y/n please you’re killing us 

fan1 I want what they have 

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hazosterfield y/n and I been spending way too much time on instagram so we’ve been perfecting our charcuterie boards skills. 

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y/nholland1997 I made banana bread and whipped coffee last week AND we caved and bought a switch to play animal crossing. the 4 horsemen of the covid apocalypse. 

samholland1999 I’ve taught you well, young padawan. I’m so proud :’) 

tuwaine I’m moving in. 

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request: could you do a social media au where the holland!sister reader and harrison are dating & they live together in nyc and it’s just their instagram posts about each other during quarantine and in general?

a/n: this is my first harrison fic <3 I read harrison x reader occasionally when it comes on my feed but never actively look for it but i really loved making this. you guys are more than welcome to request harrison x reader and I’ll do my best! im a sucker for holland!sister 

requests are open!!!1

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[etoileholland]

🍒 blurb for Harrison something along the lines of them finally getting together but Harrison hasn’t told his mum or sister yet until they unexpectedly vist and find them either cuddling or kissing and idk something cute 💕

aw this is adorable 🥺

Harrison was known to be pretty hush about things that involved his personal life, including one thing- his relationships.

You and him had been talking for about a month or so, but he hadn’t told anyone besides Tom and the rest of his house mates. He didn’t want to jinx your relationship with him since it was still in the early stages, and he definitely didn’t tell his mum and sister that he was with you, because he didn’t want to ruin it by having you meet the family or anything too soon.

He had planned on telling them soon enough when he felt that your relationship had become established, which he figured would be a month or so from now, but not today.

You had come over to the boys’ house to spend the day with Harrison, doing nothing but cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. It was a particularly relaxing day, and you two were cuddled next to each other on his bed. A movie was playing in the background, it just being background noise while you two lazily made out with each other.

Being preoccupied, you both didn’t hear when the doorbell rang, and you definitely didn’t hear Tom exclaim that it was Harrison’s mum and sister. Not knowing that Harrison didn’t tell his family about you, Tom directed them to Harrison’s room and told them to just knock on the door. 

His bedroom door was left ajar, so when Harrison’s mum and sister got to it, they could see Harrison laying on his side, cuddled up next to you. 

“Aww!” they both exclaimed excitedly. You looked up to see who it was, and you began to blush. Harrison got so frightened he nearly fell off the bed, and looked at his family, slightly embarrassed. 

“Oh, hi mum.” He was blushing as well, as he cleared his throat and sat up. “Charlotte, mum, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.” 

finishing up the blurbs from my sleepover :) I don’t want to bombard my taglist so I’m purposefully not tagging them sorry

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[sporadic-writer]

Welcome to the Neighborhood pt. 3

Harrison x American!reader (nothing hella specific other than mentioning the states, so try pretending if you aren’t American. If not.. sorry?)

Warnings: same as before, swearing, mentions of weed and alcohol (because I enjoy both safely and responsibly), and um I think that’s it.

Note: I made this a Harrison fic because I feel we need more of those in the world. Also, this fic doesn’t have like, an idk.. overarching story/theme yet? other than reader and Harrison stuff. Lastly, this fic is a result of bits of writing courage during a writer’s block mess. I have a better concept for the next chapter. So sorry this could count as a filler or fun simple read.

Part 1 here Part 2 here

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"What about just a casual cookout?" This was the 3rd idea he has asked out loud.

Sam and Harry watched Harrison all but pace as he spit balled ideas to have their new neighbor over. The whole morning he was thinking through stuff to do that wasn't too much for quarentine. It was starting to end, but he didn't want to push anything.

The other men in his presence groaned. "Jesus just ask her to come hang out! No agenda, just invite her here to hang out and then you can get to know her!" Sam suggested in a shout back to his friend. "Stop fucking moping about here like a nervous puppy." That last statement was a quieter grumble.

Tuwaine nodded in agreement. "You're starting to get annoying Haz. We all like her, so having her here is fine. Then you buddy up to her in the process." This seemed to help the blonde settle.

"Harry! You talked to her a little more earlier today. Any info I can use to break the ice one on one?" Harrison looked to his friend hopefully.

The man in question rolled his eyes. "We barely talked. Her room and bathroom windows are right next to my room. We talked because she apologized thinking her music was loud and coming into mine. Then we made small talk a little before she went to the store."

An idea sparked in Harrison's head about conversation ideas next time he saw you. Music was always a great ice breaker. He remembered you wore a Green Day shirt one time, so that's something. Also, he has heard you singing to yourself on your deck; some Irish band his mother listened to sometimes. He mentally scanned his music selection in his room. Just then he heard a car door shut outside. He asked if it was you and Tom nodded yes after peaking out the window. He calmly dashed outside with Tuwaine and Sam following seeing what the commotion was. Plus, Sam left stuff in his car.

Walking towards your front door you heard your neighbor's open and noticed Harrison looking right at you. You looked over with wide at men rushing towards you, but smiled and greeted them once seeing their familliar faces.

"Hey guys!" You attempted a small wave with your things in your hands.

Sam and Tuwaine nodded and waved in repsonse. Harrison looked a little flustered. "Hey y/n. Um I had a question for you."

Your smile didn't help his nervousness. "Shoot." You replied while walking to your door, then working on unlocking it.

Upon no response, you looked at him to see him open and close him mouth once, and just had a slight 'umm' noise come out. It was sweet. There was a simplistic charm about people getting slightly nervous over being around othee people they were into. You were no fool, you had seem him peak glances at you through his yard and window upstairs. Now you watched him try to gain courage to simply ask you a question. You thought about doing it yourself, but you are a tad old school and see if the guy will get to it. Once impatient, you'll ask him. But now you watched him as his hair moved lightly in the breeze of the cool London air. Not to mention he looked handsome as ever in his sweater. Wonder if it is as soft as it looks...?

"Y/N! What are you doing tomorrow love?" Twuaine bit the bullet for Harrison since he couldn't get a full question out. You snapped out of your trance. Luckily the distance helped hide your embarrassment.

She checked the date on her phone lockscreen. "Umm I work tomorrow 7 to like 4. So after that a shower, maybe a nap, then nothing. Why?"

Rather than the one who asked reply, Harrison finally jumped in and spoke. "Want to come over tomorrow? We were going have dinner and watch the match and relax one more night for sure before things start up again for us." Tom just got final shooting schedules and he knew things would soon pick up for him most likely in following. As much as he loved being home, doing nothing, he did miss working. However, of course it happens after desiring more time with you.

"I would love to! What time?" The little bounce thing you did to balance your groceries and to open your door was precious to him.

"Um come by any time after you're home from work."

Sam piped in saying, "Match starts at 5 or 6 I think, around then is perfect."

"Awesome! Thanks for the invite guys. Also hey, do you guys know good pet stores around here? Sorry if that's random but I am running out of supplies and can't mooch off work.. new job and all."

"'Fraid not y/n. Sorry we don't know where Tom gets his dog stuff."

Harrison nodded in agreement. "Yeah and my dog is at home and my mum gets everything usually."

She shrugged. "No worries. Internet search it is. Well I gotta put these away. I'll see you guys tomorrow." They said their fairwells to her and did as she did, went inside. She didn't notice this time how her admirer watched her to see she got in alright.

After watching you get in your house, Sam shut the car door he opened earlier with his hat in hand, and Harrison sighed. He turned to his friends.

“I could have asked her over myself.” His tone suggested he knew he couldn’t. But that didn’t stop him from sulking back into his home. “I’m the one into her, I could have asked her over.”

“Mhmm sure Haz, an hour later after leaving your mouth open to catch flies. She’s coming over. Get over it and enjoy that your painful attempt was cut short.”

On that note he thanked his lucky stars and went into his home, not before hearing music come out of your open windows. He shazamed it and made a mental note to use it as a potential ice breaker tomorrow. Man he felt like a 15 year old.

*time skip*

It was around 4:30ish when Harrison saw your car pull into your driveway and you get out. Even with your hair up after a day of physical labor, uniform London Zoo shirt covered in dirt and a couple bleach stains, and basic khaki shorts; he still thought you looked pretty as ever. He was a little shocked you didn't look totally exhausted remembering you started work at 7am. That just impressed him more. Now he only had to wait an hour or so for you to be over and hanging out with him. Ground work would be set. He made sure his shirt, pants, and hair were in good sorts before relaxing on the couch with Sam. About an later, he heard the door open and a familiar voice greet everyone. However, not the voice he was expecting.

"Sis? What are you doing here?" He sat up as she rolled her eyes.

"Hello to you div."

He rolled his eyes right back. "Not what I meant. Just wasn't expecting you to drop in." He loves Charlotte, but didn't need her when a girl he's trying to get with is supposed to come by very soon.

"Harry has a camera for my friend to borrow for a class of hers. Why? You guys got plans or something? Look at me give a shit as I interrupt this rager." She moved about the house looking for the Holland she spoke of. He was about to blow her off and get her out but Tuwaine appeared out of nowhere to be a stellar friend.

"He does have plans actually. Tryin' to get with our fit American neighbor. Got all worked up and could barely ask her over tonight. He didn't actually, but not the point." His sister, who still hasn't left, smirks at him. “He’s into her and this is him ‘laying the groundwork’ or something.”

"Really?? Aw look he's blushing!" She poked his cheek. “Relax though, I’m just gonna find Harry or his cam, whichever comes first, and be out. Alright?”

Thanking his lucky stars he was about to tell her to just get on with it, but the doorbell rang. Harrison and his sister made eye contact, he pleaded with his to stay, hers glimmered with mischief, and they were off! Both siblings dashed for the door while Sam and Tuwaine enjoyed the show. The luck didn’t last, because Charlotte reached the door first. She kicked away the eager man and smiled as the she greeted who she assumed was the American girl her brother fancies.

Harrison saw you were turned around as you began to speak, looking at a car that honked for some reason, and as you entered your head was still looking down a tad. “Sorry I’m late, late-ish anyway. Rolled one after work, enjoyed it after the shower, then passed out for an unexpected nap - ah your new!” She locked eyes with his sister and if he could frame a mental image he would. Y/N looks like she wanted the ground to swallow her, and needed saving. She was clearly still a little buzzed, and a joint was sticking out of her beanie. “Well not new, but new to me I mean. Um ignore that first impression.. Hi! Y/F/N Y/L/N, their neighbor.” As she spoke, the hand holding a bottle of vodka tucked the joint discreetly further into the hat. Smooth, sorta..

“Charlotte, Harrison’s sister. Pleasure to meet you. That lot you speak of told me a touch about you. From the states ey? Very fun, caught Hazzy’s eye so watch out. I love him but he’s a bit dodgy on getting things done sooner than later.” She winked at her brother while the newest addition to the house just stood there taking it all in. “Now if you excuse me I shall find Harry’s camera.”

Harrison watched you follow his sister, who he will get back at later, out of the room. You still looked a tad surprised, but smiled through it anyway. Then you made eye contact with him and smiled brighter before saying, “I brought drinks!”

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[newtsshelbys]

A New Home | Neighbour AU | Chapter 3

Prompt: “Hey, I locked myself out, can I stay at your place until my roommate comes home?”

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader, Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N’s life couldn’t have been more ordinary. She lived together in an apartment with her sister, while being a student at the nearby college. The small flat next to hers stood empty for a while now, until one day two young men moved in. What at the beginning seemed like a simple new encounter, tured out to turn her world upside down.

Warnings: swearing, drinking

Word count: 3.3k

Prolouge | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Your doorbell rang. You were currently not doing anything special. You were lying on your bed, scrolling through your phone. You got up and made your way to the front-door. You didn’t expect anyone or anything, so you wondered who could be at your door. The door doesn’t have a spy, which meant you had no idea who was standing on the other side of it.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by the smiley face of a blond boy with blue eyes. He was holding a paper-bag excitedly right in your face. A little panic started to spread in you. Since you were home alone and had no plans for the night, you were only dressed in a pair of black shorts, watermelon socks and a loose t-shirt with no Bra under it. Your panic was mixed with confusion. What was he doing here and why was he so excited?

Since the text he send to your sister two days ago, you haven’t heard from him. You really weren’t expecting anything anymore at this point. You also tried to do your best not to think about about him or this stupid kiss. You had to admit, it was hard and you needed a lot of distractions, but it worked somehow. Or actually it didn’t. You just liked to tell yourself that it worked.

So, now he was standing in front of your apartment on a Monday evening.

“I’ll be back in a second.” you told him and ran off, smashing the door back into its lock.

Harrison’s smile faded and was replaced with a confused look as the door was smashed shut right into his face.

You sprinted to your room and looked around for something to wear. You got out a bra. Also, you found a black shirt somewhere in the mess you called your room. You grabbed a pair of light blue skinny jeans from the floor and put them on. You decided the socks were fine. You got your hair free from the messy bun on your head, brushed it and pulled it together in a proper ponytail. After a second look into the mirror, you decided that you still looked awful, but not as awful as you did one minute ago. You rushed back to the door and opened it again.

Harrison was still here, looking around. His attention was back on you within seconds and he was still smiling brightly. The whole evening, he didn’t make one comment on what just happened.

“Hi, Harrison.”

“Hi, Y/N.”

You realised that you were still standing in the doorway, so you moved out of your way that Harrison step in.

As he put his bag on the kitchen counter, you asked:

“What are you doing here?” you didn’t know what to expect by this sudden visit.

“I hope you haven’t eaten yet.” he raised his eyebrows at you excitingly. You shook your head and signalised him to continue.

He took a deep breath and started explaining, while unpacking his bag:

“Even though your sister told me, you loved take out; I decided on something else, but still similar. Because I fucked up pretty badly last Friday, I wanted to make up for it. And I wanted to apologize. But I thought coming here and saying ‘I’m sorry’ is kinda lame. Even though, I really am. And since I have a secret source that told me you liked sushi, I thought I’d make sushi for you. Or we can do it together. However you’d prefer it.”

You were taken aback by his offer and his apology as well. In your head you always just told yourself that Harrison probably didn’t waste another thought about you, after he left your apartment on friday. And now here he was, apologizing and ready to make your ‘favourite food’ for you.

“I’ve never made sushi before.” you stated, since it was the only thing that came to your mind on what to say.

“Me either. See, that’s the point where I think this gets interesting. You can either watch me fail completely and use me to your amusement. In that case, I’ll probably end up buying take out for us anyway or you could help me and we could try to actually make some enjoyable sushi. So, what do you say?”

You were really impressed by his enthusiasm. It rubbed off on you a little. And suddenly, you found yourself, wanting to make sushi with Harrison Osterfield on a Monday evening.

You realised, Harrison was really sorry for what happened. From your point of view, he didn’t even have to be. He should be apologizing to his girlfriend out of everybody. Sure, the situation unsettled you, but in the end, it was you who overreacted. You were the one planning on apologizing to Harrison for handling the situation like this. But if it would have went your way, you probably just would have avoided him to the point where you were faced with the unavoidable. Maybe in the end, you and Harrison could become friends.

“Sure, I’ll help you.” you told him and with that made his lips curl up into a silly smile.

“Great!” he happily stated, “We need to cook some rice then.”

You and Harrison were hopelessly lost. None of you were really good at cooking, even though Harrison likes to believed that about himself. You were fast in telling him that microwaving eggs was not cooking. You could tell he was slightly offended.

“I can make pancakes too.” he tried to defend himself.

And you just weren’t the cooker. You rather spend your time on something else. In your case, something else meant lying around all day and night doing basically nothing. You were just lazy. And with that, your take out-habit developed.

The good thing was, Harrison thought ahead and basically bought twice as much from everything than you actually needed. The first pack of rice went to shit. It wasn’t until Harrison was about to open your second and last pack as you came up with the idea to watch a tutorial on YouTube on how to actually cook sushi-rice. And with that you actually managed to do it and you also figured out what the rice-vinegar and the rice-wine were for.

“I’ve just read it in a recipe and thought it sounded sushi-ish; I had no idea what it was for.”

“It sounded sushi-ish? Makes sense when it’s in a sushi recipe, don’t you think?”

Just as they thought the hard part with the cooking was over, they came to the part where they actually had to roll the sushi. This time, they decided to watch the tutorial right from the start. While you were chopping the veggies, Harrison was very focused on what the woman in the video said about how to roll the sushi. You found it quite adorable how serious he was taking all of this. He probably didn’t even realise he started to mimic the movements the woman made in the videos. You had to smile to yourself, what a dork.

“You got it?” you hinted at his phone.

“I think so?” he neither sounded and nor look a 100% convinced.

They finished cutting the veggies together. In the sushi-kit Harrison bought, was a bamboo-matt to roll. Getting the rice on the nori-sheets was already challenging enough for Y/N. She and Harrison ended up with rice all over their hands. The rolling itself actually went really well. You were impressed by how good of a job Harrison was doing. After the second roll you wanted to try it yourself, so Harrison showed you.

“You have to push it back.” he instructed you.

“Like this?”

“Maybe a little more.”

Your roll turned out okay. Harrison’s looked better though, so you let him continue. After you were finished rolling and the rice pan was empty, the only thing left was cutting the sushi. Harrison read somewhere that you should cut it with a wet knife, so it would make a good cut. After messing up the first few, you eventually got the hang out of it and it didn’t even look that bad. You got out a fancy plate you forgot you had and you placed the sushi on it. As you looked at your final result, you couldn’t feel anything but proud.

“We actually did a really good job.” Harrison stated, “I’m gonna be honest, I thought we would fuck this up completely.”

“Same here. I’m proud of ourselves.” you retorted with a smile on your face. You and Harrison high fived.

The kitchen was a real mess, though. Harrison offered to take over the cleaning, since it was his apology and it was his idea to destroy your kitchen. Harrison was carrying the plate with sushi into the living room where you told him to put it. Eating in the living room on the couch was also a thing you adopted after some time.

“What do you want to drink?” you shouted from the kitchen.

“Oh, I actually brought something, only if you don’t mind, though.” Harrison came running back into the kitchen and pulled out a whole pack of Capri-Sun.

“In case one’s not enough.” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but grin back, “I thought we better skip the alcohol this time, since that wasn’t a success last time.”

“That’s actually quite perfect.” you told him, and he was satisfied with himself. Even though you had to swallow a little harder at his last comment. Why does all of this bother you so much? The better question, why do you keep thinking about the way it felt when your lips touched?

You walked back into the living room and took place on the couch.

You even found some old metal chopsticks in one of your many kitchen drawers.

“I gotta be honest with you” you started and Harrison’s attention was on you, “I’ve never had sushi before.”

“Wait, what? No, your sister told me it’s your favourite.”

“My sister likes to mess with me and apparently with you too.” you admitted with a small smirk on your face.

“But what if you don’t like it? Then all of this was for nothing.”

“What do you mean? I had a great time making it. And I definitely imagined my Monday evening to be rather boring, so thank you.”

“Yeah, you had a good time?” he wanted to assure himself. You only nodded which was good enough for him. A proud smile formed on his face. You could tell he was satisfied with himself.

You ended up loving sushi. The mango ones were your favourite, so Harrison let you eat almost all of them. You decided against watching anything while eating and so you talked. Harrison told you on what projects he was currently working on and you told him about your major in college and what your plans for the future looked like.

You were both kind of in the same situation. As you told him about your future, you had no idea where to start, because you had no clue on what to do after college. And he was talking about what he was doing right now, but he had no idea what to come after. You figured that you were both the kind of people to just finish what they were doing at the moment and didn’t thought about what was about to come after.

“Do you like your major?”

“I actually do. At first, I started with a different one, though. I change after the first half of my first semester.”

Harrison turned out to be how you thought he would be. You probably could talk about everything and everyone with him and at the same time, he liked to place a joke here and there. Not once you felt uncomfortable or awkward while talking to him. He doesn’t take himself or anything else too seriously. You also liked the way his dimples showed when he was smiling wholeheartedly. His laugh was mesmerizing too. But you had to stop your thoughts right then and there. There was no way you were about to develop feelings for a guy who was already in a relationship. If so, there would be only one person ending up heartbroken.

Harrison kept his promise and went to clean the kitchen after you two finished talking. But of course, you weren’t the one to let him clean up the mess you fabricated alone. He refused to let you help at first but eventually gave in.

“When are you planning on getting Frankie back?” he asked as his hands were busy washing your dishes and more dirty stuff from the kitchen.

You didn’t expect that he remembered her.

“I’ve got finals this and next week and after that, we’ll probably get her back.” you couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face while thinking about your dog. You just now realised how much you actually missed her.

“Sounds great. Let’s say I bring my dog along as well and we go in the park with them together or something?”

He actually wanted to spend more time with you, and you were really happy about that. You liked Harrison and you were excited to get to know him better, maybe one day, you’ll even meet his girlfriend.

“That actually sounds fantastic.”

He was also glad, you wanted to spend more time with him. He couldn’t quite explain why he felt so comfortable around you, he just knew that he did. And it was reason enough for him to want you in his life as a friend. 

As Harrison handed you a plate to dry, soap dripped from his hand directly on your t-shirt.

“Oh, shit. Sorry.”, he tried to wipe it away not thinking about his still wet hands. He only made it worse, and you started to laugh, since he didn’t seem to realize what he was doing.

He was suddenly so close to you. Harrison looked up at you as if he wouldn’t understand what’s so funny, until he saw the mess he fabricated on your shirt. His cheeks slowly reddened out of embarrassment. He looked at you with an adorable and apologetic look. Harrison didn’t seem to realize how close the two of you were.

The both of you grew quiet, neither you nor Harrison broke the gaze between you. His eyes were the clearest blue you’ve ever seen. Your chest started to grow tight. What was happening? Before you could even register Harrison starting to lean in, your phone started to ring. The both of you exhaled deeply.

“I should probably get that.” Your voice was quiet and flustered.

“Yeah, you probably should.”

Harrison turned away from you as you went to pick up your phone. He went back to clean the last few items in the kitchen, while you saw a picture of your sister lightening your screen and making it ring and vibrate.

“Hi, Lu. What’s up?” your voice seemed kind of shaky as you started talking to your sister.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. What’s up?” you send an apologetic wave Harrison’s way as if to say sorry for the interruption.

“Wait, what happened?”

Harrison sensed that you sounded worried now. He wondered what was going on and if he could do anything to help. At the same time, he was still thinking about what almost happened two minutes ago. He tried to assure himself that it was nothing, he was fine. But he could not answer the question, what would have happened if you weren’t interrupted. He didn’t want to know. Or did he?

“No, no. I already ate … with Harrison, why? … let’s not talk about this now, okay?”

Harrison put the last spoon back into its place.

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

Harrison felt guilty for overhearing your call, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that you sounded really worried.

“Okay, yeah. See you in a few. I love you.”

You hung up.

Harrison looked at you with a curious and worried expression.

“You should go.”

“Did anything bad happen? Maybe, I can help.” he suggested, meaning every word of it.

“I’m sorry, but my sister is supposed to be home any minute and she told me she had a fight with her boyfriend. She said she was fine, but I know when she’s lying. But thank you so much for tonight. And just so you know, I was actually planning on apologizing to you because I acted childish that day. I’m sorry-” you started to ramble as Harrison cut you off.

“It’s fine, alright? I’m the one in a relationship, and I could see I made you uncomfortable.”

You hated how he said that. Like, he knew anything about you or when you were uncomfortable, like he had any power over the way you felt or didn’t feel. But you tried not to think about this now. You just knew, when your sister came home, you had to be there for her, no distractions allowed.

“Listen, Harrison, I’m really sorry to kick you out like this. But I have to look after my sister as soon as she gets home.” you tried to explain.

“No, of course, everything’s fine. I’ll just grab my stuff real quick.” Harrison went to grab his jacket and shoes. “If I can help with anything, you know where I live.” he offered, already halfway out the door.

“Harrison?” you called after him.

“Yeah?” he turned around.

“Thanks, again.”

He just smiled at that and closed the door right behind him.

After your sister hadn’t shown up for another two hours, you started to get worried sick. You tried to call her at least twenty times and sent her over fifty text messages. You even thought about going over to the boy’s apartment to ask them if they would help you search for your sister. By the time your front door opened, you were lying passed out on your sofa, your cell phone right in front of you.

Your sister slid of her boots as quietly as possible, even though it was hard for her to stand straight. Due to the amount of alcohol in her blood system, she eventually woke you up anyway.

“Lu?” you called, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey, baby girl. Don’t… mind m- me. I’ll- jus go t-to bed.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, right now.” your eyes weren’t adjusted to the light yet, “I was up all night waiting for you to come home. I was so fucking worried after your call. Where the fuck were you.”

You sat up, your face in your hands, as you started to hear quiet sobs. As you lifted your head, you saw a girl. The girl seemed lost and messy. There was barely any colour in her face. Her black hair was dishevelled, and wisps of it hang loosely in her face. The girl seemed broken, a tear rolling down her cheek. You didn’t recognize your sister in this girls’ eyes.

“Matt’s leaving me.” she whimpered, the usual dynamic her voice carried was gone.

You scooped on the sofa and Lu slowly walked towards you and eventually sat down right beside you. You could see how hard she was trying to keep it together in front of her little sister. How hard she tried to stay strong in front of her.

“It’s okay.” You whispered.

It was that moment she broke down in front of you. The tears were now streaming down her cheeks, and her make up was all over her face. Her sobs grew heavier, as she dropped herself into your lap.

You knew it wasn’t the time to ask questions. You still wanted to know what was going on. But you figured that Lu wasn’t in the constitution to talk right now. At the moment she just needed you, her little sister, holding her and spending her comfort.

What could she have meant by saying that Matt is going to leave her?

–

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Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: “I love you,” you spoke. You felt liberated as soon as the words left your lips. It felt nice to say it.

 Harrison’s eyes shot over to you, utterly confused. It was silent for a moment in the apartment. A sense of dread loomed over you. “Oh,” he said. 

OR

You’ve been dating Harrison for five months at this point, and now, you’re ready to cross another boundary with each other by finally saying the three words you’ve been meaning to say all along. 

Rating: T (angst to eventual fluff)

Word count: 2.8K 

Warnings: References to alcohol

A/N: Written for @tomsh0lland‘s 5sos writing challenge. Congrats on nearing 10.9K dear!! Pls follow her if you aren’t yet. (Also there are some serious Mr. Big x Carrie Bradshaw vibes in this; I’ve been watching SATC again so it’s slipping into my writing.)

You were about five months into your relationship with Harrison, a budding actor from England who you’d quickly grown attached to briefly after he moved to Los Angeles to jumpstart his acting career. You accidentally ran into him once at a coffee shop, then again at a mutual friend’s party on the outskirts of Hollywood, and now, here you were, sitting on the couch in his apartment in the middle of watching a movie together.

Harrison was exactly the type of guy your mother used to warn you about, truth be told. He was tall, charming, and someone whose career was starting to kick off. It was a dangerous combination, or at least, that’s what she used to tell you all the time. 

But even so, you were content in your relationship with Harrison. You spent your weekday and weekend nights at his apartment, which he happened to share with his equally fun roommate, Tom. Sometimes, you got to accompany him to friends’ parties, where you’d meet just a small portion of people on the lower-tier of fame in Hollywood.

Except there was just one problem.

At the five month mark, you still had not told each other that you loved each other.

In fact, you avidly danced around it. In the past, it hadn’t been an issue. You and Harrison just went out on your dates — being careful to hide them from the public eye — and would then spend the night at each other’s apartments. Now, there were times when he’d simply be breathing next to you and the city’s street lights would filter through the curtain slightly to show you the slopes of his face, and you were so tempted to just say it out loud. Or he’d do something so extraordinarily romantic that you felt the words threaten to slip off your tongue.

You kept telling yourself not to say it yet. You definitely didn’t think Harrison was ready to hear it; he was still getting used to you leaving some of your own items in his apartment, and in general, adjusting to having a serious girlfriend after casually hooking up with people for so long. There was no way of telling how he’d even process it.

So you kept your mouth shut.

***

You were both sitting on the couch in his living room. Your legs were propped up on his lap, and you were sprawled across the couch, while Harrison sat upwards and relaxed into the couch. You were watching a new horror movie on Netflix which you’d both been meaning to get to for a while. Tom was out for the next couple of weeks as he finished another film. Things were calm.

You glanced over at him, watching him intensely focus on the television screen in front of the two of you. One of his hands was resting on your leg, simply drawing small circles. You thought of how if you and Harrison ever officially decided to tie the knot on this whole thing, it could be the two of you like this almost every day. There might be a kid sprinting and screaming into the living room at some point, or a dog that would leap up onto both of your laps even. You smiled at the thought.

Harrison looked over at you, a small smirk on his face. “What’s going on babe?” he asked teasingly. You bit your lip and shook your head.

He then proceeded to crawl over you, until he was propped up on his hands peering down at you. You giggled, one of your hands coming up to caress his cheek, as the noises from the television continued in the background. He kissed you softly on his couch and you felt yourself warm up with joy.

“You look so beautiful,” he said, and your smile grew. “You want to stick around for dinner? I’ll cook.”

You nodded your head. You loved whenever Harrison decided to cook for you — it was always a rare occasion, but that’s always how you were able to tell how special you were to him. He would call you pet names often and spend time with you, but it was these rare moments when he really pampered you that you realized exactly how much he cared about you.

So after the movie wrapped, you sat up on his kitchen counter and started drinking a glass of wine as he started cooking in the kitchen. He was making lemon chicken and rice tonight, simple but filling. You happily drank your wine as you watched him dribble some oil into the pan. You just looked over at him as he cooked, with a small smile still stretched across your face. He was doing what he normally does — teasing you, lightly brushing against you, and cooking for you. There was nothing particularly special about the moment itself, but looking at him in the yellow-lighting of his kitchen, you knew you couldn’t hold those three words in any longer. They were practically begging to slip off your tongue.

“I love you,” you spoke.

You felt liberated as soon as the words left your lips. It felt nice to say it.  

Harrison’s eyes shot over to you, utterly confused. It was silent for a moment in the apartment. A sense of dread loomed over you.

“Oh,” he said.

Well fuck.

It was oddly silent for a moment, as you figured out how the best way to go about this would be. You didn’t want to apologize since you didn’t regret saying it and that would just be dumb. Yet, you also didn’t want to say, “You don’t have to say it back,” because well, you wanted him so badly to say it back without giving him a cop out.

Instead, he was the one who made the decision by entirely changing the topic.

You felt your heart drop a bit in your chest, but stuck around anyway. At least for the food.

***

“You two still haven’t addressed it?”

You were at lunch with your friend, Zendaya, filling her in on the whole thing. She insisted this time you both go to the Cheesecake Factory, and you were happily chewing on some noodles when she asked you the question, completely stunned.

“Nope, he hasn’t brought it up since,” you said. “I don’t know what to do about it. It feels like a fucking elephant in the room.”

She took a sip of her water and her eyes flickered up — usually her action for when she was processing something.

“I think you should ask him about it. Like, at least talk about where his head is at,” she replied. “It’s not doing good for either of you to just let that sit there.”

You shrugged. “Yeah, but you know how Harrison is. He’s one of the most closed off people I’ve met in a while.” You stir your straw around in your water.

“Well, you should start asking for more; do it for yourself.”

***

You were out for a dinner date with Harrison in the outskirts of Los Angeles. It wasn’t the first date since you slipped out the “L” word, so things weren’t as uncomfortable as they were on the prior dates. Admittedly, you were hoping he’d decide to bring it back up out of the blue — at least to say something substantial about it.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, a small smile curling up on his lips as he took another sip from his glass of wine.

“You,” you answered. Your foot came up to nudge his slightly and he grinned. You hated that you were almost always finding touching ways to touch Harrison, but you couldn’t help it. He was just that damn intoxicating.

“What about me?” he asked, leaning back slightly in his seat.

“That’s an at the apartment conversation,” you teased, letting it sound minorly suggestive. He grinned at your response, while internally, your own response was filled with anxiety. Zendaya was absolutely right; you needed to desperately talk about your relationship with Harrison. You owed it to yourself to get answers for yourself, but you had a sinking feeling that this was going to be a determining moment in your relationship. You crossed your fingers Harrison wouldn’t disappoint you.

You continued the rest of the dinner talking about upcoming things in each other’s lives. Harrison had a project he was auditioning for, and another party this weekend he was inviting you to. You were mostly just working and spending time with your friends.

By the time you were back at Harrison and Tom’s apartment, you were in high spirits. You were ready to kick off your heels and throw your denim jacket onto the couch so you could sink comfortably into his plush mattress.

As soon as Harrison shut the door, he came up behind you, instead slowly and gently helping you slip off your jacket, then placing it on the coat rack. He kissed your cheek and murmured, “So, what was that thing you were thinking about that you couldn’t tell me in the restaurant?”

You froze up.

You could either play this two ways: 1) You could continue along the suggestive banter and hop into bed with your boyfriend or 2) Tell him what you were really feeling.

You thought of Zendaya’s earlier pep talk, and decided option two was the best one for you.

“Well, I actually had to talk to you about something serious,” you said, pulling away from him. His face, once smug, turned serious. You took a step back into the living room of Harrison’s apartment, and slipped on to his leather couch. You felt jittery, either with adrenaline or anxiety, as you continued, “You know how the other day when we were in the kitchen while you were cooking.”

Harrison nodded. You could see realization lapse on his face. You decided to look away from him, biting your lip as you thought of the best way to phrase this. You didn’t think you’d follow through with confronting him about it if you looked at him. He was too beautiful, too charming to where at certain points you absolutely lost all your focus and simply moved back into his arms.

Finally, you spoke again, “I said something really significant to you, remember? And you- you didn’t even react to it. I’m just bringing it up now because I need to know if this relationship- if we’re worth the time.”

You nearly choked as the words left your throat. You hated the even remote suggestion of breaking up, but it’d been five months at this point. And you deserve someone who was going to be willing to be brave with you and who would say the things that were sometimes scary to say.

You looked up at him, seeing the frenzied look in his eyes. You thought you’d handled this well by waiting until you both got back to the apartment and giving him a few days time to think about how he wanted to react to this. Now that you were, you could see he had no idea what he was doing.

“I- I just need more time,” he said. You immediately scoffed. “Listen, no, Y/N, really. I just need a bit more time to say it, okay? It’s not that I- I don’t-”

“Harrison, it’s been five months,” you said gently. “We’re serious with each other enough now at this point. It’s time. Just stop leading me on and tell me if we’re definite or not.”

“Hey, hold up, I don’t think that this whole thing indicates whether our relationship is worth it or not,” he said. He was suddenly determined and succinct again. “Listen, I like you. A lot. It just- it takes me a while to say it, all right?”

You let out a long breath, at least grateful now for somewhat of an answer, even if it wasn’t the one that you wanted to hear. There was a small part of you that was still worried about the whole thing. Had you ended up in a relationship with a guy who never wanted to settle down?

For the duration of your relationship, it always felt like you were the one trying to push for things ahead. You recalled the adjustment it took on his end for him to even save a drawer for you, or start inviting you to more elite events with his close friends. You knew he was taking it seriously, but it felt like he was lapses behind you sometimes in doing so.

But maybe you were just overthinking it all. You were certain of one thing — you needed some space tonight.

“All right, listen, I think I’m going to head back to my apartment tonight. I just think I need to take a step back for a while,” you said. You saw something shift in Harrison’s face, but you looked down before you could start analyzing it. “I’m sorry, I just need some space tonight.”

He didn’t really say much beyond a simple, “I understand.” You grabbed your jacket off the coat rack and head out into the street again. As soon as you were back in your car, you let out all the tears that had been bubbling over the course of the past few days from your own frustration.

You’d started playing a game unintentionally that you didn’t want to get yourself wrapped in. It was a game of always chasing after someone who was always so unattainable.

For once, you wanted the person to chase after you too.

***

You told your friend Zendaya two days later. Harrison still hadn’t called, and you’d been spending most of your days either by yourself or in the company of your best friends rather than your boyfriend. Every now and then you were tempted to send him a text to ask him how he was doing, but you held off, reminding yourself that you needed this time to just focus on you and to figure out what you wanted.

Zendaya was proud of you. She told you advice that you would think a lot about in the years to follow, “You can love him, but you have to love you more. And have faith in yourself that you’re going to find the person who will want to take the risk with you.”

***

Los Angeles was in an absolute downpour. You were used to the rain sweeping through every now and then, but almost never like this. It felt more like Seattle weather, than the weather of your sunshine state.

You were cooking in your kitchen, preparing a meal that was originally meant for two, but it was just going to be you tonight. Your speakers were softly playing your music on shuffle, and an old song from 5 Seconds of Summer started playing. You sang along, “I want you to want me this way, and I need you to need me to stay. If you say that you don’t feel a thing. If you don’t know, let me go.”

The song was a little bit too applicable to your situation, but you sung along anyway as you grilled the peppers and meat. You heard a light knock on your front door and headed over to it, thinking it was one of your neighbors. You were surprised when instead you found a slightly soaked and absolutely frantic Harrison. His blue eyes, usually cool and collected, looked absolutely wild.

“I love you okay?” he said immediately. You were slightly taken aback by his admittance. “I- I’ve known for a long time that I was in love with you. But I didn’t want to say it because I’ve never felt so much for a person and it scares me all right? And every single time the people I’ve known who have said it, they’ve always gotten hurt.” He cleared his throat. “But listen, I want to take the risk with you. I don’t- it doesn’t matter to me anymore if I get hurt at the end, because I want to be with you now. I want to play long game.”

You stared at him for a long moment, examining him under the dim-lighting of your apartment complex’s hallway. You were still processing it all, the fact that he’d driven and walked through the rain just to be with you tonight to tell you a small string of sentences.

But it was that string of sentences that meant everything to you.

“Why don’t you come in, handsome?” you said, widening the gap between you and the door so he could slip inside. He grinned and you shut the door behind him, immediately kissing him.

“I love you too, you idiot,” you said.

“M’sorry. I really am. I was being stupid,” he admitted. “But I love you so much, and I didn’t- I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“It’s all right. I’m glad you’re here now,” you replied. “I’m making dinner, come help.”

And while you cooked in the kitchen together, you couldn’t help but to think that you’d finally found the man who was ready to take the risk with you.

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