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heytherejulia · 8 months

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Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you

word count: 1,4k

It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes.

When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet.

Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power.

Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little.

When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you.

About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder.

‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’

There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’

Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise.

‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’

Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.

‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’

‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’

Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist.

After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram.

‘Haz?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’

Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’

‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’

You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.

‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears.

‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears.

‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’

‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’

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spideyzgirl · 2 years

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↳ *desire play* ༉‧₊˚✧

summary ↠ tom wants to try something new in the bedroom, but he left you in the dark about one important thing.

pairing ↠ tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield

warnings ↠ smut, threesome, cursing, cuckold, name calling, degradation + praise, dirty talk, oral (m+f), use of blindfold

wc ↠ 1533

(A/N) this better unflop me fr 😤

taglist | masterlist

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tom caressed your hips gently as he slipped his fingers under the sides of your lace panties. your lips moved together, the kiss getting deeper and hungrier. your hands pry at the waistband of his boxers, desperately tugging at the fabric.

he pulls away slowly and grabs at your hands, making you pout. “what’s wrong?” you ask.

“nothing, i promise. just wait here, i wanna try something.” he gently moved you off of him and gave you one more kiss before he headed out of the bedroom. you decided while you waited, you go ahead and strip yourself of your bra and panties.

a few seconds later he returned with a black cloth in his hands, and your excitement at his return turned into curiosity. tom smiled to himself as his eyes roam over your body, taking you in as he neared you. what an angel you were.

“tom, what’s that?”

“it’s a blindfold,” he held it up for you to see. “i wanna put it on you. would you be okay with that?”

“yeah, i’m up for it.” you nodded. you liked trying new things with tom, especially in the bedroom.

“good girl.” tom stands over you and puts the blindfold on you, altering it so it fits right on you. “it’s not too tight, is it?”

“no, ‘s fine.” there was silence after that, you didn’t even hear his footsteps moving around you. a few seconds went by as you waited anxiously. your heart pounded hard with excitement. you didn’t know what he was going to do to you, and that’s what thrilled you.

you flinched slightly when he parted your legs, his hands kneading your inner thighs gently, your skin burned with eagerness. he parted your lips, and you could feel his soft breath tickling your clit. desperation swirled in the pit of your stomach as you waited for him to do something, anything.

finally, he swiped his tongue from your slit to your pulsing clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. a sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you immediately moved to toy with your nipples.

he flicked your clit feverishly as he went to work on you with his tongue, eating your pussy like it was his last day on earth. you arched your back, nearly snapping yourself in half as moans erupted from your throat. your stomach tensed as he dipped his tongue into your hole, fucking you with the thick muscle. his large hands pushed your legs further apart, trying to taste more of you.

you ran a hand down to feel his hair, and when you did, you frowned a little. you don’t remember toms hair being this short. it wasn’t as soft or as curly as it usually was either. you tried to ignore it and focus on what he was giving you, but you just couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all.

“tom?”

“yes darling?” he responded. his voice came from a different direction though, and the tongue on your cunt never stopped going at you.

you ripped the blindfold off, and gasped when you saw harrison lapping away at your pussy. what the hell?

you looked to your left and there was tom, stroking himself with a pleased smile as he watched his best friend tongue-fuck you. it was harrison the entire time, not tom.

“it’s okay baby, relax. let harrison make you feel good.” tom let out breathily.

“god, she tastes fucking amazing.” harrison chuckled and went back to devouring you.

“i told you. my girls got the best pussy ever.”

you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to push him off of you, but you didn’t want it to stop yet, it felt so fucking good. would you be betraying tom if you let this happen? he was letting it happen. besides, you couldn’t say you never thought about taking them both at the same time. you never thought it’d become reality though.

you moaned at their words and let the pleasure take over your body. your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed, letting the mattress take your weight again. tom smiled at your acceptance and rubbed himself faster.

the idea of his best friend giving it to his girlfriend was something that turned tom on plenty. it might’ve been the fact that he knew he could make you cum harder and faster than any other, and it was amusing to watch them try to outdo him. no one could fuck you better than tom.

he thought back to the night that inspired all of this. you woke tom up with your squirming, and you had started moaning harrison’s name in your sleep. he knew he should’ve been pissed, but he for some reason, he was turned on. so he watched you that night, listening to your moans and whines and praises. he even took it upon himself to stroke himself while he watched, and you both came. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to do that in their sleep.

he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night ever since. neither of you brought it up to the other, so here tom was, surprising you with what you both secretly desired.

“you know baby, after you had that wet dream about haz that one night,” he spoke up. “i just couldn’t get it out of my mind.” your eyes widened at the mention of it. he wasn’t supposed to know about that. you felt guilty for keeping it a secret, and even guiltier that the dream happened at all.

“i- are you mad?” you whined.

“oh no baby, i’m not mad. god knows i should’ve been but fuck, after fantasizing about it, you just look so sexy this way darling.”

you moaned and tried pulling harrison closer to your pussy. shit, he was good. not as good as tom of course, but definitely a close second. harrison chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you even more.

“why don’t you put that mouth to use baby?wanna see those pretty lips around my cock.” tom moved closer to your face, and you eagerly took him in your mouth, moaning as the bittersweet taste of his precum smeared on your tongue.

you bobbed your head, whimpering around him when harrison pushed two fingers inside of you, thrusting and twisting painfully fast. tom threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure, your whimpers and whines sending tingles up his spine. “good fucking girl.”

toms fingers find your nipples, pinching and pulling at the pebbled flesh. your mind was a blur and your body was on fire. tears pooled in your eyes as you took everything they gave you. it was too much, but at the same time you still wanted more.

“aw, my sweet girl is crying. what, does it feel good? is it too much?” he cooed, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. you shook your head no, and he chuckled lowly. “not enough?”

you give him a pleading look, and he gasps after finally realizing what you’re silently begging for.“oh. i see what you want. damn, my girls such a slut.” he removes himself from your mouth and walks over to harrison. “slide over haz, one tongue just isn’t enough for my baby.”

harrison makes room for tom, and as soon as toms tongue was added with harrison’s, you were sent to second heaven. you’ve never had two guys taste you at the same time, the feeling was unexplainable.

it was painful as it was pleasurable. harrison was focused on your clit, while tom plunged in and out of your hole. your body went completely numb, and your mouth hung open, but you couldn’t make a sound. your back arched as far as it could go you were sure you’d break. “so fucking good for us.” tom mumbled, slapping your inner thigh. the pain only adding to the pleasing ache in your cunt.

you looked down in between you, and let out a shaky breath. the boys were sloppily lapping at you, not even caring that their tongues would clash every so often.

suddenly, your bubbling in the pit if your stomach before was threatening to erupt, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. you finally released, your high crashing down over you, overwhelming you completely, liquid heat running through your veins. your body trembled as you let out a shrill cry, your pussy gushing all over the boys mouths.

“that’s my girl.” tom smiled and rubbed your thigh soothingly. “did so good for us love.”

they cleaned a bit of your juices off of your thigh, as you laid there completely out of breath, your body still trembling. tom took notice of that and shook his head at you. “oh darling, we haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

“w-what?” you asked, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. you look to harrison who was taking his belt off while eyeing you like food.

“we’re not done with you yet, love. look at what you’ve done to harrison,” he spoke. there was no denying the tent in his pants was because of you. “you’ve gotta help him feel better now, darling.”

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tomholland1996simp · 1 year

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Tom Holland sister blurb where she has a crush on Harrison and doesn’t like it when the boys are rude to him as a joke

Harrison || Holland sister

Y/n was sitting in her room playing with her dolls, she had been playing for over an hour now. She picked out cute outfits for each doll, trying to find the best one for her most favourite one. She was very occupied, focusing on nothing but her toys. Well that was until she heard voices from downstairs. Normally she would ignore them and continue to play, however she heard a certain voice that made her sprint down the stairs.

Y/n’s little feet ran down the stairs, carful not to fall over whilst doing so. She knew that voice very well, it being from a person she grew very close with that no one had expected. “Hwrrison!” She shouted, the male being in her full view now as he took his coat off, hanging it up.

Harrison eyes moved over to the young holland that adored him the most. He bent down his arms opening wide. “Y/nnn!” He said in the exact same excited tone that she used.

Once she crashed into his arms he picked her up, spinning her around making the five year old giggle. Y/n cuddled into him, wrapping her tiny legs around his body. “I missed you” She said like she usually would. Y/n would always miss Harrison, she would ask about him all the time to Tom or the other brothers.

“I missed you to my favourite Holland” he placed her down on the floor so he could greet the others, but she wouldn’t let go.

“Oi I heard that!” Harry said walking into the room with Tom who followed behind him. “Y/n let go of him so I can say hi at least” Tom chuckles as his little sister let go of his best friend, him greeting with a bro hug. Tom always wondered when her obsession with Harrison had happened, he even wondered why. Ever since y/n could talk or walk she always went to Harrison loving him more than her actual brothers.

“Hwrrison, I went on my bike ywsterday!” Y/n happily said, jumping up and down.

“Did you?!” Harrison said excited.

“Yes and Tommy helped me to pedal, he taught me what to do” You smiled at Tom. “Wow, that’s so cool. You need to show me one day” Harrison said walking into the kitchen following Tom who pulled out two beers and a juice for y/n.

They both moved into the living room, starting a conversation up as y/n quickly ran up the stairs, coming back down with her favourite blanket. She saw Harrison sitting directly across from Tom, so she climbed up onto the same sofa as him and snuggled into him with her blanket.

“Don’t you wanna cuddle with me?” Tom asked, jealousy bubbling up inside him.

“No, I want Hwrrison” She adverted her eyes to the tv, watching the program that was left on from earlier.

Y/n and the boys stayed in their potions, Harrison’s arm around the girl letting her snuggle into him. This wasn’t new to Harrison, no, he actually fount it quite cute the way his best friends sister would act around him. The way she would always call him off Toms phone or the way she would kiss his cheek when she said goodbye or even when she would help him play fight with the boys.

“Harrison shut up you div” Sam laughed, slapping the boy on the arm. It was later on and the boys were still drinking, just talking about random things with light music in the background.

“Hey! Dwnt hit him!” Y/n snapped suddenly, feeling the need to protect him. She rubbed his arm, which didn’t hurt at all, glaring at Sam who looked at her with certain eyes. “You okay?” The five year old turned her gaze to Haz.

All the boys were too confused to speak. Y/n had always hated it when the boys would joke around with Harrison, being mean to him even though he didn’t mind it as he did it back. Harrison just nodded his head, “I’m fine don’t worry” He smiled at the girl who nodded her head.

“Someone protective” Tom chuckles as Y/n kisses where Sam hit Haz’s arm.

“More like someone has a crush” Harry joined in, laughing at his little sister. He knew it was more than just being obsessed with him, she had to have a crush on him no?

“Watch this, Harrison your so ugly!” Harry joked watching the girls face twitch. “Harrison actually stinks, ewww” Tom laughed and Harrison hid his laugh as the girl sprung up.

“No he not! Your so rude, mummy said you should never say that to anywne! Haz is not ugly, he pretty. And smwll nicely” The girl smelt Harrison, earning a small chuckle from him. Y/n stood up walking over to Harry and Tom. “Your ugly and you stink, not him” She said angrily.

Harrison smirked, “Yeah your ugly and stink” He stuck his tongue out copying the little girls actions. Y/n walked back over to Harrison sitting in his lap to hug him, she kissed his cheek twice before looking at him. “Your pretty Hwrrison” She honestly said.

Harrison kissed her cheek, “Aww, your pretty too y/n” This made the little girl blush, getting off Harrison and giggling, hiding her face in her blanket.

“Y/n has a crush on Harrison!” Sam cheered.

Y/n hid her face in her blanket more embarrassed. She never thought of Harrison like a brother she always liked him, she wouldn’t let anyone be rude to him. “Shut up” The young holland said still hiding her face.

“It’s okay y/n. Sam is just stinks like feet” Harrison laughed and so did she.

“Well Harrison doesn’t shower” Sam called taking a swing of his beer, regretting after as his younger sister got off the sofa mad.

“YES HE DOES!” Y/n shouts bolting to her brother to attack him.

I literally hate this, it’s rushed sorry.

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babyparker13 · 3 months

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This is such a stretch but do any of my Holland fam girlies from 2020 remember an instagram acc called HarmonyHolland that used to post little fics because I swear I’m the only person that remembers it and I can’t find it anywhere, I neeeeeeed it back 😭

#harry holland fic #harrison osterfield smut #harry holland smut #tom holland smut #tom holland #harry holland #harrison osterfield #sam holland #paddy holland #tom holland fic #harrison osterfeild x reader

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Period Simulation: Gf!Reader

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So TikTok resulted in me having decided to do a period simulator writing with several of the guys.

I only did it for the Holland/Osterfield ones as I’ve not gotten any responses for the other people yet. But if you want their versions, let me know.

Also if you want a pregnancy simulator version as like a pt 2, please inform me!

Warnings: pain, stupid boys, fluff, a few curses, etc.

Tom Holland:

“And this is supposed to be what you feel every day?” Tom asks, lifting his shirt so his girlfriend y/n can apply his the simulator connection patches to his skin.

“Well everyday I’m on or around my period, yes” y/n giggles, firmly securing the patches.

“Mate, my sister has called out of school for this, why are you doing that?” Harrison laughs, shaking his head as his mate gets more and more electrodes stuck to him.

“‘m just curious” Tom shrugs.

Haz shakes his head and leans back in his seat as he waits.

“Okay Tommy this is level 1 which isn’t really much. I don’t even feel it when I tried it” Y/n says, turning the device on.

“What level are you normally?” Tom asks, flinching slightly as the simulator starts contracting his muscles.

“Usually? I’m a 8 or 9. Sometimes a 10 but I usually take meds if it get there” y/n shrugs.

“How high does it go?” Harrison questions.

“A 10” y/n answers, turning the device up a level.

“A-and you go all the way to that?!” Tom asks, his breath hitching when the device increases the pressure.

Y/n hums, turning to ensure the camera is recording. His fans, and mum, are going to love this.

“Alright babe, you’re doing well. A bit quiet but are you ready for the next level?” She asks.

Tom nods and forces a soft yes.

Y/n bites her lip to keep from laughing at how he’s still so low and already struggling.

A few levels later and Tom is sweating, his hands running through his hair and down his face in frustration.

“Do you want to stop?” Y/n asks gently.

“He can’t stop!” Haz argues.

Y/n glares at Harrison before facing Tom, “you can stop”.

Tom groans but shakes his head no.

“Alright a few more to go then” y/n says.

Y/n bites her lip as she debates stopping even though Tom doesn’t want to give up.

He’s sweating as if he just did a workout for a new Spider-Man film. His sleeves bunched up in his fists at his side.

“Fu-fuck. How do you do this?” Tom groans after agreeing to go up another level.

“You’re at a 9 now T. We can stop” she says.

“N-n-no. You said you get 10s, I want to know what that’s like” he argues.

“Tom, you don’t” she begins to protest but Tom just shakes his head.

Y/n sighs and presses the button to increase the level one last time.

Tom grunts and places his hands on the chair in front of him as he tries to bare the pain.

“T-th-this” Tom mumbles through his clenched jaw.

Having had enough of his stubbornness, y/n shuts the device off and steps up to him to remove the cords.

Tom’s clammy hand grabs one of hers and squeezes, “darling you deal with that each time?”.

Y/n stifles a laugh and nods as she turns to stop the recording.

Tom let’s out an exacerbated sigh, “whenever you’re on your period again I’m giving you a daily massage and warm bath”.

Y/n blushes and kisses his cheek before wrapping her arms around her stubborn yet sweet boyfriend.

Harry Holland

“Alright Baz, shut up and stop messing with the cords” y/n complains.

“Yeah, are you scared?” Tuwaine teases.

“No” Harry defends quickly.

Y/n laughs and starts the device upon securing the adhesive stickers.

“I can feel it but it isn’t bad” Baz shrugs.

“It is only at a one Harry, give it a minute” y/n smirks, eagerly waiting for her boyfriend to regret having said she was exaggerating her discomfort today.

“Go up then” he laughs.

“You don’t want to take it slow?” Y/n asks, a knowing look on her face.

Ignoring her nonverbal warning, he shakes his head.

“You said today was a 7? Let’s start there” he suggests.

“Alright” she says, shaking her head as she plugs in numerical value for the level.

“Holy crap” Harry says, his voice somehow managing to deepen.

Y/n smirks and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance.

“Was I exaggerating?” Y/n asks.

Baz hangs his head and shakes his head no, “‘m sorry love”.

“That’s what I thought” y/n smirks, turning it off. “Now you owe me tea”.

Harry rubs his lower abdomen and takes a swig of his beer before heading to the kitchen, feeling guilty for doubting y/n. He certainly won’t make that mistake again.

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Sam Holland

“I mean you know I’m willing to cook us dinner love, you didn’t need to pull the whole period card” Sam teases, setting up the kitchen workspace.

“Period card?” Y/n asks, turning to look at Sam’s mum Nikki who was already looking at her.

“Yeah, you know. The thing girls do to get guys to do things for them” Sam explains, setting out his dishes.

“Excuse me? I simply said my cramps are making it hard to move so I’d rather use the heat pad than try to cook right now” y/n argues, her hands on her hips.

Nikki shakes her head at her son’s ignorance.

“And it’s fine love, I don’t mind. I’m just saying you didn’t have to make up it being hard to stand right now” he says, kissing her cheek.

It’s clear to y/n and Nikki both he doesn’t mean anything bad by it, instead just assuring her even if she just didn’t want to cook that he would.

However, y/n feels she needs to set the record straight for him.

“I wasn’t making that up” y/n sighs, “in fact! Remember how the other day Baz’s girlfriend had to show him what it felt like?”

Sam nods and raises his eyebrow in question.

“Well, she left the thing here because she said, and I quote, ‘they’re twins so you’ll probably need this for your Div of a boyfriend too’. Seems she was right” y/n says, dragging Sam away from the stove.

“Do we really need to do this?” He asks, looking at his mum for help.

Nikki just smirks and nods as she helps hand y/n the tools.

“But I’m trying to cook us all dinner” Sam argues.

“If you’re thinking I made it up, why are you resisting so much?” Y/n laughs.

“Fine, just start then, I’ll cook with it on” he says.

“I’ll start you off with what I feel the week leading up to it” y/n says, starting the device as Sam begins to stir the pasta.

Sam mumbles a curse word under his breath as his hand grips the spoon tighter.

“Alright fine, this is uncomfortable. I wasn’t doubting you were in pain love, just that it was possible to still cook” he defends.

“Mm, Sam this is where I’m currently at” she says, increasing the dial.

“Oh bloody hell” Sam groans, his arm pushing downwards to hold his stomach sigh so much force it knocks the pot over.

“Shit, l-love watch out” Sam yells, moving to get y/n out of the way.

Y/n shuffles with him and turns off the period simulator.

“Did we set the record straight?” Y/n laughs.

“Mmmhmm, crystal clear. I’ll make whatever you want to eat whenever you want to eat it without a word” Sam says, kissing her cheek.

“Watch your language in front of the poor girl Sam. Although, the bloody hell part was rather ironic” Nikki teases.

Harrison Osterfield

“Mate I gotta film that” Tom complains as Harrison teasingly shoved the camera away.

“I’m not doing this for you Div” Harrison clarifies as he watches y/n apply the electrodes to his skin.

Harrison’s girlfriend y/n has been having a particularly rough period this month and Harrison has been doing everything he can to help her.

Y/n has been so appreciative of how Haz would run to the store immediately after work to bring home chocolate if she ate it all the night my before, keeping her heating pad warm for her, cuddling on the couch, buying her more feminine products when it randomly hit, etc.

Upon seeing her frowning to herself earlier that morning, Harrison asked what was wrong.

He quickly learned she felt bad that he was taking such good care of her when she was sure that to him it seemed like she was fine.

Harrison had argued he knew she was in pain and even if she hadn’t been that he would’ve still taken care of her.

However, he noticed she acknowledged this but didn’t seem to truly believe it.

When talking with a coworker about it, his coworker joked about how lucky Haz was that y/n didn’t force him to try something called a period simulator.

Harrison immediately began his research into this item and located the nearest store that had one in stock, leaving in his lunch to pick it up.

Upon arriving home, he told Tom the plan and they got it set up as they awaited y/n returning from work.

Harrison knew it was going to suck but he wanted to know what it was exactly his precious girl had been dealing with.

Tom, however, just wanted to record his pain for his own enjoyment.

“Yeah, yeah. But-“ Tom began until the boys heard the door creek open.

“Hazzy?” Y/N’s soft voice called out, walking towards where the boys were.

“In here love” Haz called, his chest clenching at how weak she sounded.

She’s always had rough cycles, but this one had really been hard on her. Or, maybe she was just now comfortable telling him about it.

Either way, he was going to gain full understanding; whatever the cost.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asks, setting her purse down and walking until her hands were settled on his bare chest.

“I found a period simulator, I’m going to try it” Harrison said, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

“Harrison! You do not need to do this” she assured him.

He nods, “I know. But I want to know first hand what you’re feeling. Well, as much as I can. This is how to do that”.

Y/n sighs and strokes his face tenderly, “are you sure?” .

Haz smiles at her and nods, “yeah, as long as they’re legit”.

Y/n softly chuckles, “they are. Charlotte and I drunkenly tried one at girls night a few months ago”.

Haz shakes his head and laughs with her, “only you and my sister would do that”.

“Alright, so I want to set it at your number, what number are you?” Haz asks.

Y/n steps back to see the machine and see how high it goes.

“Is it like based off the number in the box of pads?” He asks upon not hearing an answer.

Y/n blushes and shakes her head, “no babe. That is the level of flow”.

“Gross” Tom groans.

“Shut it mate, it’s natural Div” Harrison defends.

“You’re precious Haz. Alright, so this looks like the same one Char and I used” y/n says as she hovers her finger over the button for her level.

“Are you sure about this?” Y/n asks hesitantly.

Haz nods and smiles sweetly at her.

Y/n squints her eyes knowing he’s not going to be smiling much longer as she reluctantly presses her level.

Harrison sucks in a need breath as his eyes widen.

“Breathe baby, and I can stop it at any time” y/n says, grabbing his hand.

“How long do they last?” He asks.

“It depends, it can be awhile. But you’re not doing it that long” she exclaims.

“But-“ Haz argues, his eyes squeezing shut as the machine beeps that it has finally reached her level

“Nope” y/n says, squeezing his hand for comfort. “You’ve done more than enough” she says.

Harrison isn’t able to make a retort as he holds his breath in anguish.

“Shut it off” y/n says over her shoulder to Tom, who took the machine from her.

After Haz’s chest shakes a bit with his unsteady breath, y/n turns to glare at Tom.

“I said shut it off. Now” she demands, and Tom quickly turns it off.

Haz slumps his shoulders as his head rests on y/n.

“Come on angel” y/n says, unhooking Harrison from the machine, “let’s get you some icecream and advil”.

“Periods suck” Harrison says timidly as he walks hand-in-hand with y/n to the kitchen.

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tom-holland-parker · 2 years

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Richkid!Tom x reader x Harrison Part 2

Part 1

Word count: 742

Note: I literally haven’t had the energy to write for so long and when I finally do want to write I break my fucking wrist. So ignoring all the pain that writing this caused, LITERALLY, here is the long awaited part 2 that people wanted. Hope you like it besties

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“Baby, Look what you did to Harrison” Tom gestured to Harrison’s cock. You groaned as you felt Tom’s fingers move to your clit, “Why don’t you go help him out”

“Please” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, maybe it was for Tom to keep touching you or maybe it was for Harrison to fuck your mouth either way you wanted both, “I’ll be a good girl”

“Yeah you will” Tom kissed your temple, removing his fingers from your clit. You whimpered at the loss of his fingers as you opened your eyes to see Harrison walking closer to you, his hand in his pants fisting his cock. You moved to fall to your knees but Tom grabbed your arm, “Lets move to the living room”

You didn't protest, grabbing Harrison by the hand and moving him to the couch, “where do you want me?” You asked as you failed to take your eyes off his hardened cock.

“I want you bouncing on my cock like the perfect slut your daddy makes you out to be” Harrison’s hands moved to your hips as he pulled you closer. Your knees falling to the couch as your hands moved to grip his shoulders. You moaned as Harrison’s hands traveled over your body, not a spot untouched by him.

A sudden unexpected slap on your ass caused your body to jolt forward. You looked up, eyes meeting Tom as he stood behind you, his hands moved to grab your neck, “be a good girl and do it just like daddy taught you to”

Heat flushed your body as you became filled with the need to please the two best friends. Without a second thought you guide Harrison’s cock to your hungry pussy, desperate for him to stretch you out. “Oh fuck-” Harrison moans as you moved down on him, your pussy so tight and wet.

“You’re so big” You moaned as you felt his hands move to your hips once again to guide your bounces. You leaned back into Tom as you felt his hands pet your hair, “Does that feel good baby?” He asked, already knowing the answer

“So good daddy” Your loud sounds of pleasure filling the room, “So fucking good”

Tom smiled as he looked down at you, his cock becoming hard again at the sight of you riding his best friend. Harrison was on cloud 9 with every single movement you made on his cock, “Fuck y/n just like that” His hand moved to rub your clit, “Such a good girl”

The tight circles being rubbed into your clit were sending you overboard, you gripped toms thigh as you came on Harrison’s cock. ”You can do better than that” Tom’s voice rang in your ears, “give him another one baby”

Tom smiled as your eyes rolled back, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. No words were exchanged as you already knew what he wanted, you opened up and welcomed his cock with the warmth of your mouth.

The feeling was indescribable, being filled both ways at the same time. You’d spent countless nights getting yourself off to the idea of it but experiencing it was better than whatever your mind came up with.

Harrison’s eyes rolled back as he felt you squirt around him. He came deep inside you, pulling out just to enjoy the sight of his cum dripping out your ruined cunt, making a mess between the both of you.

Tom was relentless while fucking your throat, he was chasing his high and didn’t care how he got it. It didn’t take long before he was cumming in your mouth, if he had one weakness it was your mouth. Pulling out, he smiled as he saw the mess that was your face. Covered in sweat, drool, and now his cum dripping down your chin, there wasn’t a prettier sight.

He brought his fingers to your chin, scooping up the stray cum that didn’t make it to your mouth and put it on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying sucking off the cum from his fingers, “That’s right baby, not a drop goes to waste”

When his fingers left your mouth you pouted. Harrison chuckled at the submissive state that you seemed so comfortable in. “Now get on your knees and clean Harrison up” Tom smiled as he grabbed your throat, “every single drop”

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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

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Could you plz write something about dad!harrison dealing with his toddler’s tantrums/terrible twos.

I changed this just a lil but it's still similar

There was nothing better than watching Haz be a dad. He was the best with your little girl. Even when she, herself, was a nightmare. Jane looked just like her daddy, and of course you'd joked about her having his attitude too, but it wasn't necessarily true. Like today.

You had announced to Harrison that you were pregnant with his second child, and before you announced it to Jane, he wanted to be able to tell her if she was getting a little sister or a little brother. It turned out your new baby was a boy, much to Harrison's surprise considering the similarities in your first and second pregnancy. But regardless, he was excited to tell your baby girl. And the result was less than perfect.

His announcement came from you, and was you telling her she was getting a baby brother from mommy's tummy soon, and almost the second you told her they were a boy, she'd burst in tears and she was sobbing and screaming, her face bright red.

Harrison had grabbed her and cradled her in his arms, her head tucked into her shoulder. He pouts at you,

"She's really upset." He murmurs. You smile,

"She'll get over it." He scoffs,

"She will, I won't." He tells you. You giggle,

"I'm sure you won't." He sighs, sitting her on the couch,

"Jane darling… you are going to have so much fun either your baby brother. You having a little sister won't change anything. You can be just as mean to a little boy." He reasons. She heaves as she continues to cry. You can tell by the look in Harrison's eyes that it's killing him. You move in, stroking her hair down,

"Jane…" You wait until her eyes meet yours, "you like Mr. Shadow right?" You reference her stuffed bear from Harrison's mom. She nods, wiping her red rimmed eyes. You hum,

"And you love having tea parties with him huh?" You pose. She nods again. You smile,

"Well… the bigger the party, the more extravagant you have to get which means cake and ice cream at your tea parties." You tell her. Harrison looks between you, watching Jane light up at the mention of a few of her favorite things. You press a hand to your belly,

"Your baby brother is gonna have his own friends like Mr. Shadow and I just know that's he's going to want to join yours and Mr. Shadow's tea parties and he'll help you get that cake and ice cream." You bribe. Harrison's heart lightens at the look in Jane's eyes, his hand reaching out to smooth her hair down. He leans in and kisses her cheek,

"You're gonna be such a good big sister huh J?" He poses. She nods, glancing up at him, "to a baby brother huh?" He adds, testing the waters. She gives a sniffle, but she nods again, staring up at him,

"Yeah." He smiles,

"That's my good girl. Think there's still some of Uncle Tom's red velvet cake left in the fridge, you wanna check?" He asks her. She nods, eyes lighting up again, throwing herself into his arms. He smiles, kissing her temple. You stand along with him, following him into the kitchen. After he fetches the leftover birthday cake Tom had insisted you take home for your little girl and a fork, he turns to you,

"How bout…" He takes your hand, "We stop at two. If I have to pick up the pieces again after she has a breakdown over another baby brother, I'll have to commit myself to a psych ward." You giggle as he corners you against the counter. Reaching up to stroke his cheek, you lean in and kiss him,

"You're the one insistent on a second baby. Wasn't my idea to get pregnant again." He smiles, leaning in to kiss you again, a little more soundly this time, humming,

"I know but… maybe not a third." He murmurs. You nod,

"Keep it in your pants then Osterfield." You squeal as he smacks your bottom before he's fishing two more forks from the drawer,

"Let's see how much baby boy likes cake before his big sister's tea parties." He murmurs, handing one to you and twirling one between his fingers. He watches you chew for a moment, wondering how he got so lucky with two of the most gorgeous girls on earth and a little boy on the way.

#harrison #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild imagine #harrison osterfeild x reader #harrison osterfield blurb #harrison osterfield blurbs #my writing #blurbs #dad!harrison #dad!haz

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Holland/Osterfield Masterlist

(updated as of Sep 2 2022)

Dream a Little Dream of Me 💕

Fluff - 💕 Angst - ❤️‍🩹

Tom Holland

The Night We Met ❤️‍🩹

Indentured 💕❤️‍🩹

Day Old Hate ❤️‍🩹💕

A Single Mistake ❤️‍🩹💕

Harrison Osterfield

The World is Black - Part 1 Part 2 ❤️‍🩹💕

Canceled 💕

Springfield Canonball - Part 1 Part 2 💕❤️‍🩹

Bad Day 💕

Still 💕

The Kids From Yesterday - Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 ❤️‍🩹💕

Overworked 💕

Lonely People Master List - PLAYLIST ❤️‍🩹💕

Harry Holland

Broadripple 💕❤️‍🩹

Swept 💕❤️‍🩹

Stay ❤️‍🩹💕

High and Dry ❤️‍🩹💕

#harrison osterfield #tom holland #harry holland #harrison osterfeild x reader #tom holland x reader #harry holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #harrison osterfield fanfiction #harry holland fanfiction

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megalony · 2 years

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Love goes three ways- Part 3

tomI took a break from this series when it didn’t seem like anyone was interested but I had loads ready and it feels so good to write for this series again. I hope you all enjoy it, feedback would be amazing.

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Summary: Harrison feels like a third wheel, in love with (Y/n) when she’s in a relationship with Tom. But relationships between them all become strained and put to the test when the boys help (Y/n) recover from a stroke.

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Where was he?

Sadness bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest that was already flooded with every emotion she could and would ever feel. She was overwhelmed with emotions but sadness and anger were the ones she could feel the most. She had messaged Harrison three days ago, two days ago, yesterday and today and no matter what she said or how many times she texted him, she didn't gain any response.

Why was he ignoring her? Had she upset him by not telling him to stay that first day in the hospital when he had hurriedly left? Was he upset that she didn't try to stop him when he had been so close to kissing her? Did he think that she should have had sense when he didn't and told him that what they were about to do was wrong?

Maybe he was repulsed by her now.

But then again, if the way she looked and how deteriorated she was really repulsed him, why would he try and kiss her?

She was sad to see, he had been crying when he had been here with her, she had called out his name again and again until someone finally realised what she was saying and brought him to her. Then he cried, he was broken to see her in such a state and he clearly couldn't bring himself to see her when she was crumpled down like this. That's why he is ignoring her.

Jealousy.

That little green-eyed monster was creeping up the back of (Y/n)'s neck and dwelling in the pit of her stomach. She was jealous that he was somewhere else with someone else and not with her. Why was (Y/n) even bothered by the fact that Harrison wasn't here?

Tom was here, he had been here with her since he came back that day last week. He had stayed with her, gone home to get washed and changed and then come straight back to her. His parents and brothers had been here, they had kindly brought her grandma down to see her everyday and made sure she was never alone.

But today she was going home. She was going home and for some strange, uncertain reason, (Y/n) was yearning for Harrison to be here with her for her to go home.

"Are you ready to go?"

Casting her eyes up, (Y/n) looked at Tom who stood leaning in the doorway of her room, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his lips curved into a gentle, loving smile.

"Yeah," (Y/n) outwardly cringed at how horrid her words sounded, she was drunk in a bar trying and failing to ask for another drink.

It felt horrid that her mouth wasn't under her control, she could feel it slanting down at the side but she couldn't pull the muscles back up. It was almost funny, (Y/n) had never had to think about keeping her mouth in a straight line and she didn't even realise her muscles were always working so her lips didn't slope down to one side like this. Now she couldn't even force her lips back into their usual shape.

Her words sounded slurred, broken, quiet and mixed with spit and she hated it. She wasn't a toddler, (Y/n) knew how to speak and pronounce words but she was now being told that she was going to need to come back to the hospital twice a week for speech therapy and then again another two times for physical therapy. On Tuesdays she would go to speech therapy then straight to physical therapy, then the same on a Friday so she wasn't coming back to the hospital almost every day of the week.

"Okay honey, here are your meds to take home, some workout sheets you can do at home and some little weights and bits you can take with you."

The nurse (Y/n) had come to know as Hilda walked past Tom, patting his shoulder before she placed the plastic bag of meds into (Y/n)'s duffel bag and put a carrier bag down next to it for her to take with her.

The staff had been amazing with (Y/n), they had dealt with all her moods, with her lashing out when they only tried to help her to the toilet or for a wash. She hit the medication pot out of Hilda's hand at one point and she simply smiled and sat talking to her until she calmed down. They had done their very best for her and (Y/n) would be forever grateful, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to any of them while she had been here for a week. She shook her head, waved her good hand at them or moaned at them.

"Let's get you up and off on your way." Hilda moved her arms out towards (Y/n) in an attempt to try and get her up off the edge of the bed but she pulled her arms back when (Y/n) roughly shook her head and pulled her right shoulder away from her.

"I can d-do it."

Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) leaned her weight onto her right hand that was pressed down into the mattress and slowly shuffled her bum off the edge, her weight shifting to her feet. It felt strange to stand up and have her left leg be completely numb and trembling beneath her. One half of her body was hers and the other half had been replaced with that of a baby that couldn't stand, hold their weight, sit up or babble yet.

A sense of pride and achievement bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest at the fact that she was stood up on her own two feet without a nurse or Tom there holding her up making her feel like a fake.

Her body slowly turned to the left where the crutches were leaning against the wall for her to take home with her. But she couldn't move properly without them, she couldn't hop because her left side lagged behind and made her fall, it was like hauling another person around that was limp and lifeless.

A gasp flew from (Y/n)'s lips when she tried shuffling her right side towards the crutches but unbalanced her other side in the process. She shuffled, flew then slumped down to the floor, landing on the left side of her body that didn't even feel any pain.

(Y/n) couldn't push herself up when her good side wasn't properly on the floor. She pressed her forehead against the floor to try and push some of her weight up just as she felt Tom's hands on her sides and his body kneeling next to her.

"Baby- baby please just let me help you up." Tom could feel the tears falling from his burning eyes when (Y/n) tried wriggling out of his grip. He knew she wanted to do this on her own and he was so, so proud of her for that but there were just things she couldn't do alone yet. She couldn't expect to be able to do everything as before and help herself without any assistance. (Y/n) needed to learn to accept help where it was necessary like this.

The scream that passed through (Y/n)'s lips made Tom coil in on himself and shrink against her but he couldn't let go of her.

Despite her screams and pleas, Tom secured his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, holding her back to his chest before he pulled them both up to their feet. His lips pressed to the back of her head against her hair, silent, hushing words passing through his lips while Hilda got the crutches and handed them to (Y/n).

Her hand pushed them away before she tried to turn in Tom's arms, not even being able to do that anymore made her scream harder. Her voice drowned out in Tom's chest but she kept screaming anyway because he was listening. Someone was listening to her pleas for help, for her life to be given back to her the way it should be.

"Shh baby, I've got you."

She could feel him kissing her forehead, gently swaying them side to side and the little nothings he was whispering in her ear made her eyes water. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Tom's arms were doing much more than simply stopping her from falling again and he knew it, he was holding all of her broken pieces together, praying they didn't fall apart.

This wasn't going to be easy.

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All (Y/n) wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for eternity until she could wake up and have her body back to normal, back under her own control.

Why were they here?

Pent up anger, frustration and white rage boiled to the surface of (Y/n)'s skin until she was starting to have a cold sweat and steam was coming from her ears. What were they doing here in her home? Why was Tom's mum fluttering round the kitchen making drinks? Why was his dad laughing and chatting away to Paddy while the twins were laughing at something on their phones?

This wasn't a welcome home party. (Y/n) hadn't been away on holiday or somewhere for college or been away at uni. She hadn't just had a baby that they were welcoming home. It wasn't her birthday. She hadn't just moved into the apartment with Tom. It wasn't an anniversary for them or anyone else so there was no reason for everyone to be crowding round here chatting and laughing like nothing was wrong in the world.

They shouldn't be here in her home like they were partying when really they were here to see how she was and watch her settle in like spectators paying to see a show.

"Oh sweetheart you're back. How are you?"

(Y/n) couldn't bring herself to look at Nicki who was always so loving and like the mother she never had. She couldn't give her an answer because Nicki wouldn't be able to understand what she was saying and a smile wasn't even something she could do anymore.

She opted to simply hobble into the apartment instead, putting the crutches in front of her, hopping on her right foot and then dragging her left foot and leg behind her like a dead weight. The little tricks and exercises they showed her to try and get her leg back in action was too much hassle right now when she wanted to be quick and hurry away from everyone.

For a few moments, all eyes were watching her, seeing her reactions, watching her expressions and trying to work out where she was going and what she was trying to do. But then the conversations slowly started back up again when Tom shook his head at his family. They were to act like nothing had happened, this was a normal family gathering that (Y/n) wasn't at the centre of, to make her feel more relaxed in her own home.

With a grunt and a frustrated growl, (Y/n) hazardly threw the crutches away from her, watching them crash into the coffee table and rattle the coasters and two mugs resting there but she didn't care. The noise made everyone freeze and it was like irony that she didn't want their attention but liked their panicked expressions when they watched her act like a spoilt child.

She flopped down onto the sofa, not caring that it wasn't a particularly comfy position. Her hips twisted and bent with her lower legs hanging over the side of the sofa but her upper half laid out on the sofa like someone had moved her in her sleep.

"Here," Harry whispered quietly, placing a cup of herbal tea down on the coffee table before handing (Y/n) the tv remote, knowing she wanted to be in her own world right now.

She stayed silent but her eyes seemed to thaw a little which gave Harry the thanks she couldn't verbalise.

(Y/n) felt herself drifting in her own world, their voices faded into nothing, their hustling around her were ignored and even when her name was quietly mentioned, (Y/n) didn't have the will to care or try and listen to them. She stared blankly at the tv, watching an old Mickey Mouse movie on the kids channel so she could drift into her mind. She was already accepting the fact that from now on, she would be stuck in her mind which would be her sanctuary and her insanity.

A wave of affection and sadness rushed through (Y/n) when Tom came over to her, resting his hand on her hip before he leaned and placed a straw in her cup of tea. Harry hadn't realised that if she tried to drink out the cup, it would dribble and spill down her shirt. A straw was her lifeline for drinks at the moment.

(Y/n) found herself almost asleep on the sofa until a hand gently swatted at the back of her thigh before the fingers started to dance up her leg, over her hip and along her arm. Then she felt the sofa thud when a body flopped down next to her head and sank into the deep, plush cushions.

"Hey there sunshine."

A gurgling gasp left (Y/n)'s lips at that soft voice she had only heard in her dreams for a week now.

She couldn't properly tilt her head up but when she managed it, her eyes locked on Harrison. His big blue doe eyes staring down at her, his lips curved into the most gentle, melting smile she had seen on him in weeks that made her want to smile too. His eyes were hiding purple circles beneath them that were tinged red which also coloured the whites of his eyes too.

He looked tired beyond belief, his eyes older than their years and the creases in his skin showed he was out of energy but he was still smiling at her.

"You're here... I... I thought y-you didn't want to see me." Her words were very slow, calculated and sounded like they were spoken through a tunnel with the wrong echoes coming back to her. She could see him straining to understand what she was telling him but he worked out each word she said.

"I felt bad, I was wrong to... I was wrong and I couldn't do anything to help you. You needed to recover so it was best to let Tom help but I won't ignore your messages anymore."

Harrison's eyes flitted around the room, checking who was listening or close by before he changed his words. He had been wrong to try and kiss (Y/n) and he was hoping she thought it was just in the spur of the moment after thinking the worst for her life. He couldn't have her knowing how much he loved her, she had to focus on recovering and getting better and she had Tom and his family for that, Harrison couldn't give her any extra stress right now.

"You wanna sit up?"

(Y/n) nodded before she pushed her forehead into the sofa and pressed her right hand down to try and shuffle herself up. Her chest tightened and a squeak got swallowed down when she felt Harrison's shoulder suddenly press just under her collar bone. He leaned close to her before gently nudging her with a cheesy grin like he was a dog helping her up with his nose.

His shoulder was a resting post helping to push her without him actually grabbing at her and doing it for her, allowing (Y/n) to push herself up and flop back into the sofa sitting upright.

"Baby, mum's making some lasagne, you want some?" Tom smiled over at Harrison, patting his shoulder before he sat down on (Y/n)'s other side. He could feel his smile start to slip away when (Y/n)'s face seemed to fall and she shook her head. "You need to eat, you haven't had a lot recently."

Lasagne was something (Y/n) loved and it was also something soft and very easier for her to eat. She had to have soft foods at the moment until she built back the strength and control in her jaw and facial muscles to eat properly.

(Y/n) didn't want to eat.

She didn't want people cutting up her food for her, observing her as she ate and watching if she could manage. She could eat fine with her right hand but she had to have small mouthfuls because her mouth was still drooped to the side and it meant if she had a full mouth the food would pass through her lips. She felt like a child with people wanting to spoon-feed her and watch her so she didn't choke. Even when having a drink she seemed to spill it either from the cup or from her lips and get it everywhere.

"Come on sunshine, Nicki's food is legendary." Harrison rested his elbow on the back of the sofa and his head on his hand, smiling gently over at (Y/n) but their persuasions didn't seem like they were going to work.

"This isn't me, I'm not li..living like this."

A sadness washed over Tom, his eyes locking with Harrison whose smile faded and was replaced with sorrow.

He leaned over and kissed (Y/n)'s cheek before taking her hand in his to try and give them both a sense of comfort.

(Y/n) couldn't live like this, she wouldn't allow herself to continue like this. Her mind was already made up and she didn't care what anyone said or tried to do to persuade her otherwise. She was going to go to physio and speech therapy, she was going to do her best and work as much as she could to get herself back to how she was before the stroke. But if it took too long or it wasn't working, (Y/n) wasn't going to live like this.

Dying would be better than this warped existence.

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dak-attack · 2 years

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imagination0708 · 10 months

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Starstruck (Part 4)

After answering Gracie's question, you slipped on you high heels and gave her a hug. "You sure you'll be fine?" You asked Gracie, feeling bad that you had to leave her behind. "Yeah. I'm sure. I'm not a baby, you know?" Gracie replied, hugging you back.

After, the two of you pulled apart and you took tom's hand and left. "Hey mate, you coming?" Tom asked looking back at his best friend.

"Uhh.. yeah, I just got to talk to Gracie for a little bit." Harrison said, when Gracie heard it, she turned as red as a Tomato.

"Ooh, Gracie, you're flustered." I told Gracie, smirking. "H-ha, that's not true entirely, y/n/n. You know that being alone with guys makes me nervous." Gracie tried to lie and failed miserably.

"All this time I was your bestfriend, I didn't know that." I said, making her face turn redder than it already was.

After, me and Tom turned to leave the two of them only to talk.

Gracie's POV:

"Finally, they are gone." I heard Harrison sigh, while I struggled to calm the butterflies in my stomach.

"Umm... Gracie, I don't know if this is the time to say this but everytime, I am near you, I get the butterflies in my stomach. I have fell for you deeper and deeper every since the first time I saw you. I felt so jealous the other day when I saw you laughing with tom, because it wasn't my joke that you were laughing at. Basically, I think that I have fallen for you" Harrison said, looking at me searching for something. Possibly, discomfort or displeasure. I looked into his ocean blue eyes before saying, "I definitely fell for you already, Haz."

But before we could go any further, Tom's shouted for Harrison to hurry up as they were going to be late to the premiere. Harrison sigh before saying goodbye and going to the car where Tom and Y/n was waiting.

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Two Juggling Divs: A Harrison Osterfield x GF!Reader

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Harrison tilts his head to the left slightly and y/n can’t help but giggle a little as she always does when he tilts his head like that because it reminds her of Haz’s dog Monty.

“Tom said you had a bad day” Harrison pouts, upset his girlfriend went to his best mate about it and not him, but also worried about his love.

Y/n sighs and nods, “it wasn’t bad, just mentally long. Lots of snooty people”.

“I’m sorry love. Why didn’t you tell me?” Harrison asked gently.

“I didn’t want you to stress over it because I’ll be fine” y/n says.

“You’re always fine love. You don’t have to push through it all on your own or hide it from me” Haz pleads.

“Okay, sorry Harrison. Tom only knew because he asked why I was cranky” y/n laughs, making air quotes for Tom’s description of her.

Harrison smiles and shakes his head, “I doubt it. Usually he’s the cranky Div”.

Y/n smiles and nods playfully in agreement.

“Well, how can I help?” Haz asks, analyzing his girlfriend’s face via the video call. “Want to talk about it?”.

After Y/n spends several moments, nearly a half hour, venting to Harrison about the stuck up celebrities she had to deal with today, she wipes her eyes and sighs.

“Oh love, I’m so sorry” Harrison coos, a frown forming on his face and softening his defined facial features upon seeing her cry.

Y/n shrugs and sniffles softly as she tries to compose herself, knowing Harrison feels bad he cannot be here to help.

Not to mention he was trying to be supportive the whole 30 minutes she rambled on about the same thing.

“Hmmm” Harrison says, standing up from the kitchen table he was seated at.

“Let me grab something” he says, rushing off screen.

“I’ve been working on my juggling and for some reason it always gets you to make that precious laugh when you make fun of me” Harrison says, knowing he’s going to make a fool of himself.

Y/N laughs, “I’m not making fun of you. You’re just so bad at it Haz”.

“See, that right there! That’s what I’m going for” Haz smiles, setting his phone up on the table at the correct angle for him to stand.

“You want me to make fun of you?” Y/n teases.

“I’ll deal with straight bullying if it gets you to smile” Haz blushes, grabbing his props.

“I would never do that Haz” she shakes her head.

“I know, just saying. Okay, here we go” Haz smiles, stepping back so the camera can see him.

A smile is already forming on y/n’s face as she leans back in her seat to watch her boyfriend of 2 years intentionally embarrass himself in hopes of cheering her up.

Haz picks up the three balls and just as he begins, the phone knocks over, the front-facing camera now pointed at the ceiling of their dining room back home

Y/N covers her mouth to keep her voice down so Tom can nap -again- as she begins laughing.

Harrison groans and quickly picks up the phone and fixes the camera, a blush tinting the color of his cheeks.

“Take 2” he smirks, stepping back after securing the camera position.

Y/n purses her lips and nods.

“I think I’m getting better” Haz says, so far making it two cycles through with the 3 balls.

However, right as he says that, the balls start flying away from him and all fall to the ground clumsily.

Y/N immediately laughs to the point her stomach starts hurting.

Haz forces a sad pout to form when she finally looks back at the camera. The whole time she wasn’t looking he was smiling to himself, happy she was back to being herself again.

“Harrison” she laughs, shaking her head, “honey, that was horrible”.

“Hey now!” Haz laughs, arguing with her despite knowing how chaotic and unsuccessful his juggling attempt was.

“Just stick to modeling, acting, photography, singing, and literally anything else you want to do baby” biting her lip as she giggles, “just no more juggling”.

“Hey” Harrison crosses his arms over his chest, “I did what I accomplished to do, so I call it a win “.

“And that was what?” She teases, the same way Haz would if the roles had been reversed.

“Tossing the balls around the flat, likely all the way under the couch?” She smirks.

Harrison smiles as a darker blush stains his cheeks, “it wasn’t that bad. Besides they’re all right here”.

“Well, mostly” he laughs, turning his focus off of the two balls on the ground after making a mental note to find the other.

“God I love you, you big Div” y/n laughs, all worries successfully erased by her clumsy boyfriend.

“I love you too beautiful” Harrison smiles, grabbing the phone so he can see her better.

“Now, tell me of your day” she says, a genuinely reciprocated smile on her face.

“If it was bad, will you juggle for me?” He teases, a smirk on his face.

“If you mean toss things in a circle for a few brief seconds sure” y/n laughs, “was it bad?”

“Hmmm… yeah” he pouts.

Y/n is fairly certain he is lying but she isn’t sure and doesn’t want to push him off without knowing.

“Oh, really? Why is that?” She asks, raising her right eyebrow in gesture.

“Cause I missed you” Haz says, his devious smirk peaking through his pout in betrayal of his emotions.

To be fair, he was missing y/n. But that’s true of every day she’s not in their shared flat with him.

Y/n blushes and laughs, “Haaazzz, I don’t even have anything to juggle”.

“There are three cups over there” Haz smirks, pointing to the small coffee tray the hotel set up in her room.

“Fine but you get to explain to Tom why I’m tired when I drop the cups and can’t have caffeine tomorrow” y/n laughs, standing up.

“Darling, I’ll transfer you money for Starbucks. Now stop making excuses, you’re supposed to make me feel better” he teases, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n rolls her eyes. “I must love you” she says, separating the three cups.

“You do” Haz laughs, his pink cheeks exposing how wonderful he feels about that, “now it’s my turn to laugh”.

“Mmm, i think you mean you’re ready to be shown how it’s done” y/n smirks back at him.

“You think you can do better than me?” Harrison asks intrigued.

“Haz, don’t take this the wrong way” y/n says, with a tone that tells Harrison she’s about to make a playful joke, “a blind bird could juggle better than you”.

Harrison’s face flushed bright red as he laughs loudly and shakes his head, “let’s see it then”.

“Alright,” y/n begins, stepping back and tossing the cups up, “but don’t get mad at me when I break your record”.

However, fortunately for Harrison that’s not something he has to worry about.

As soon as the cups are in the air, two of the fly in completely polar directions and the third manages to fling backwards enough to hit y/n in the nose.

Harrison loses it and starts laughing and hitting the table next to his phone so hard the camera shakes and y/n is certain the hotel guests next door can hear.

“Oh shut it” she groans, a small smile on her bright red face.

“Y-you” Haz begins, out of breath, “you might be insanely intelligent but my god you’re also a Div”.

Y/n jokingly glares at the phone in front of her, causing Harrison to keep laughing.

“You didn’t even make it one circle” he teases, his hand on his chest to steady himself.

“Hey! I just gave myself a concussion for you, be nice” y/n laughs, rubbing where the cup hit her face and then the top of her head.

“I think that’s a bit dramatic love” Haz laughs, “are you okay though?”.

“Yeah just bruised” y/n sighs playfully.

“Bruised? It was a paper cup” Harrison reminds her, “how hard did you throw it?!”

“I meant my ego Haz” she scoffs.

Harrison shakes his head, erupting into laughter once again.

“Did I at least accomplish what I wanted to do?” Y/n asks, paraphrasing him.

“Mmmm” Harrison nods, “yes, you definitely made my day better you klutz. But I do still really miss you”.

“I miss you too baby” she says, lowering her had from her head.

“When you’re back I’ll have to teach you how to juggle better” Harrison smirks.

“Ha-ha” y/n says sarcastically, “You know what they say, ‘those who can’t, teach’”.

Harrison smirks, “hmm, you’re right. I guess that means you’ll have to teach”.

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oh-lookatallthelonely-people · 1 year

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Hi I'm Lia

The tag for my posts is #lowercase lia

I love John green books, the edge chronicles, Harrison osterfeild, and Glen Powell

I grew up on Westerns, West Wing, and M*A*S*H

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spideys-hoe · 2 years

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Masterlist :)

Hey! here is my little corner of the internet :)

I have currently only written for Sam Holland, Tom Holland, Harry Holland, and Harrison Osterfield, but I'm trying to expand! so send in requests of any characters + celebrity's and ill try my best to write for them!

Harry Holland

Fics

Harry taking photos of you- You find out harry is in love with you when you discover all the sneaky photos he takes of you.

And they were roommates- Roommate!harry slowly falling for you, basically what it would be like to be roommate with harry

Sketches- Harry Holland x artists!reader, a moment in time where harry catches you drawing him

The Baby Dilemma- You find out your pregnant with Harrys child, freaking out it takes Harrison to push you to tell him.

Blubs

Making out with Harry

Dating harry and meeting the family for the first time

Sub!Harry *

The boys spanking you *

Roomate!Harry

The boys dating Australian reader

Reader being afraid of elevators

Meeting harry while travelling

Protective! Dad to be, Harry

Wedding night*

Protective! Harry while you sleep

Moving in together

Taking a bath together*

Telling him your Bi

Photo competition*

Pool days

Baby fever

Him dating someone from the US

Its bed time*

Sam Holland

Fics

Miscommunication- Sam is in love with you, but he thinks your in love with Harry.

Vampire!Sam x reader *- Steamy sex with vampire Sam, biting kink

Lonely conversations- While Sam was away you would talk and cuddle with Tessa, when he comes home he finds you there, having a lonely conversation with the dog.

Bad boy, Good girl *- You have the schools bad boy wrapped around your finger. Sub!Sam

Sub Bad boy sam *

Blurbs

Roomate!Sam

Needy sub!Sam

The boys spanking you *

The boys dating Australian reader

Long distance, reunited

Pool day

Sub sam! First BJ*

Best friend!Sam

Collabe with anon ⚓️ - Sub!Sam, Sam gets cocky in front of his friends, you need to show him whos truly in charge. (this one goes off the rails haha whoops)

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Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part eight

Part nine

Part ten

Part eleven

Part twelve

Part thirteen

Part fourteen

Part fifteen

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Part eighteen

Part nineteen

Part twenty

Part twenty one

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Part twenty three

Part twenty four

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Tom dating a reader with tattoos

The boys spanking you *

The boys dating Australian reader

Him seeing you in swimmers for the first time

Pool day

Mob!Tom

Gang!Tom x innocent reader *

Jealous! Ex boyfriend Tom

Baking together*

Harrison Osterfield

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Blurbs

Taking care of him when he’s stressed

Using your safe word *

The boys spanking you *

Dom!Haz *

Waking up next to Harrison

Sub!Harrison *

The boys dating Australian reader

Late night cuddles

Movie nights

Comforting insecure reader

Dates with Harrison

Cuddle buddies

Pool day

Collab with ⚓ anon- Dom!Harrison*

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Part six

Part seven

Part eight

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