#harrison osterfield fanfic

[morningbluue]

wrong choices with happy ends | h.o.

summary: there’s only a fine line between friendship and love... but you need to become friends first, and for Harrison and you seem this to be the hardest part of all | enemies to lovers + fwb

warnings: bad language, mentions of sex and making out, angst, mentions of alcohol, it’s a rollercoaster 

word count: 4,7k

prompt: “i don't care about everyone else! i care about you, [name]!"

A/N: hi loves <3 long story short, this is a request that i got almost 1 year ago lol, i wrote the first half in like 6 months because i was never happy with it, then i didn’t write at all for a few months and now i finally finished this story in one evening. hope you enjoy <3

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If you had to describe your relationship with Harrison, you would say it’s complicated - really complicated. The two of you have been in the same friend group since high school, but you both never managed to become friends at all. You always had this bad gut feeling about the other, and that’s why you never seemed to enjoy each other’s company. 

Much to the confusion of your friends. Especially Tom. 

But the thing that irritated your friends the most was when Harrison and you started hooking up with each other. The first time was just out of frustration with the other, the second and third time because it was fun, and that’s why you continued doing it. 

However, that did not change your feelings for the other. It’s just a friends with benefits relationship, without being actual friends in the first place. 

But if it works for the both of you, why should you stop? 

“Are you up for another round?” Harrison mumbles into your neck and places a few kisses there. You can feel his smile against your skin.

You shake your head, a smirk growing on your lips. “I can’t,” you reply and grab your shirt to pull it over your head. “I have to do some stuff for college.” 

“Sad.” He lets himself fall back onto the pillow, his arms resting behind his head to give you a nice look at his biceps. 

“You could come with me.” 

Harrison’s eyebrows knit together, and his expression almost looks disgusted. “No, thanks. I’m just gonna stay here.” 

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t want to.” 

You try to not look offended by his carelessness. “You mean, you don’t want to be seen with me.” 

“That’s not true,” he rolls his eyes as if you’re getting on his nerves. “We’re not friends, y/n, so why should I come with you?“

“Right. We’re only sleeping with each other.” 

A sigh leaves his lips, and you can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t know what to do. “We can stop if you don’t want to anymore.” A small smirk crosses his face, “but that would be a shame.” 

You take a deep breath before standing up from the bed, and for a split second you hate yourself for saying your next words. “It’s fine, we don’t have to stop.” 

Turning around to him again, you’re met by his satisfied grin. “See you on Friday?”

“Yeah.”

-

You click your bottle against the others, a smile taking over your face as everyone around the table shouts cheers. Taking a sip from your cold beer, you lean back into the seat, and Tom next to you turns his head to send you a gentle smile. 

“Glad you came,” he mumbles and leans closer to you. 

You raise your brows in surprise. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’ve been a little busy at the moment,” he smirks and nods his head in Harrison’s direction. The blonde notices your stares and sends a wink your way, which makes you roll your eyes. 

“It’s not what you think,” you scoff at Tom. “I’m still a student that has to study for a lot of exams, you know.”

Tom raises his hands in surrender, a grin growing on his lips again. “I didn’t say anything.” 

“But you were thinking about it!” 

“I wasn’t!” 

You narrow your eyes, but can’t hold back a small smile. “I don’t trust you.” 

He laughs. “That’s a lie.” 

After you finish your third bottle, Tom places a tequila shot in front of you, and you groan. 

“Come on, y/n,” he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, “I know you want to.” 

You give the brunette a warning glance before you grab the small glass and let your head fall back to drown the liquid in one sip. Shots are your weakness, and you have to stay focused tonight.

“Another one?” Tom asks the second you place the empty glass down on the table again. 

“I hate you!” you laugh. 

Tom talks you into another two rounds before he finally loses his attention to his phone. You turn to him to watch him scrolling through his Instagram page, mindlessly scanning the pictures as you suddenly get a glimpse of the time. 

“Can I stay here for the night?” you ask and lean closer to Tom. 

He looks up from his phone and casually wraps an arm around your waist, smiling widely. “Only if you cuddle with me.” 

“Of course, that’s like the only reason I always stay with you,” you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. 

Your phone suddenly lights up with a notification, and you grab it off the table in front of you to look at the incoming message.

Harrison: can’t believe you’re still sleeping with him 

You knit your eyebrows together at his attitude, quickly typing a reply. 

You: wtf??

You: I’m not sleeping with him 

Harrison: but you’re sleeping in the same bed 

You: we’ve always done that? what's your problem? 

Harrison: I don’t have a problem 

You: doesn’t sound like it 

You look up from your phone, and Harrison does the same, your gaze meeting each other over the table. You narrow your eyes, staring him down, and Harrison’s blue eyes bore into your soul. Sometimes you don’t understand what everyone is seeing in him. But that’s before you remember that he only has this complicated relationship with you.

Tom thighens his grip on your waist to signal you to look at him, and you finally tear your gaze away from Harrison. Turning your head around to Tom, you’re met by his all too familiar worried eyes. Your mouth falls almost into a sad pout.

“Everything okay?”

You swallow the anger down and try not to look back at Harrison. “Course, Tommy,” you force a smile. “I’m fine.”

Your phone lights up with a new notification, gaining your attention again, and you know exactly what message is awaiting you, much to your disappointment - or maybe not. It’s always the same.

Harrison: bathroom in 5 

Without looking up from your phone, you notice him standing up on the other side of the table and walking away, probably to the bathroom, without saying anything or even looking your way. 

He’s almost too good at this game, and that disturbs you in a weird way.

When you open the door to the bathroom more than five minutes later, you immediately get pulled against a muscular chest. You look up and meet Harrison’s crystal blue eyes as he wraps his arms around your middle. His familiar scent envelops you and for a second you let yourself enjoy it.

“You’re getting on my nerves, y/n,” he mumbles, his lips so close to yours, almost touching, but he doesn’t give you the satisfaction yet. You want to stay focused and win this game, but you can’t hold back a smirk. 

You bite down on your lips and try to look as innocent as possible before he turns you both around and presses your back against the wall, his grip on your waist tightening. “And I love it,” you smile.

“Just don’t exaggerate it,” Harrison whispers in between kisses, “you know I don’t like that.” He pulls you closer, his hands wandering over your upper body, arms, neck, cheeks, until they finally dive into your hair, and you know that you’re not coming out of this bathroom so soon.

You tilt your head and meet his lips for another kiss, your fingers pulling his blonde curls gently, and Harrison sighs into your mouth. You hate him, but you can’t get enough of his kisses and his hands on you. It’s a fact that this here is a mistake, but sometimes you need to do something wrong in life to have some fun.

“Oh, I haven’t really started, Harrison. You don’t know what’s coming.”

Harrison pulls away, smirking. “That sounds like a challenge.”

-

You’re standing in front of Harrison’s apartment, chewing on some bubble gum and typing a quick reply to a message Tom sent you some minutes ago, while you wait for Harrison to open the door. When he doesn’t answer, you send him a quick text too and knock again. 

When the blonde finally opens the door after some minutes, he doesn’t look too happy to see you - maybe even a bit surprised. But let’s be honest here, he never looks happy when you’re around. 

You push your phone into your pocket and smile. “Hey! I forgot my jacket last time and wanted to ask if you wanna chill a bit when I’m already here? Maybe watch something?” 

Harrison frowns and slowly looks at something over his shoulder. “I’m busy right now. Sorry.” 

Your eyebrows knit together at his words. Harrison doesn’t say sorry. And he’s never too busy for a quick hook-up. So something’s up, and you’re too curious to let it slide. 

“What are you doing?” you ask and try to look behind him with no success. 

Harrison closes the door a little more. “Nothing,” he mumbles, his voice sounding colder towards you than normal. “Why are you even here?”

You stare at him for a second, dumbfounded. “Like I already said, I forgot my jacket. Haven’t you seen my messages?”

“No, I haven’t checked my phone in a while.”

“So?” 

You try to get past him through the door as you suddenly hear a muffled voice out of his apartment, and it’s a woman, with no doubt. For a second, the world stops spinning and all you can hear is your heartbeat in your ear.

“You have company?” you almost scoff and narrow your eyes slightly at the blonde.

His eyes are as cold as ice, and that hurts even more. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t care,” you shrug nonchalantly, even if you’re not.

“Good.”

You roll your eyes. “Good.”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment too long, and you could almost cut the tension with a knife. You’ve had your bad moments every here and then, but it has never been as intense as this. 

You search for something in his cold eyes, but it’s as if you’ve never met this person in front of you.

“I should go then,” you say and turn around to walk down the hallway again. But not without shouting something at him with one last death glare. “Hope you have lots of fun with her!”

-

You haven’t talked to Harrison since… whatever thing that was, and for the first time ever it actually bothers you to not see his annoyingly handsome face. It’s already been three weeks and normally he would have texted you by now to ask you to come over, but nothing. Not even Tom has seen him in the last few days, and that’s weird for Harrison. 

You would be lying if you said that your heart doesn’t hurt when you think about him being with someone else. It’s not like you promised each other anything, but it still hurts your ego to get left like this. Maybe deep down you thought there was a bit more than just hate and sex - maybe a connection. 

No one has ever gotten under your skin like Harrison, and no one has ever made you feel so much anger and hatred. But also no one has made you feel so good about yourself and no one has seen you as strong as he does. Harrison sees you as a young independent woman and not someone you have to protect, like Tom always does. And that’s why you respected Harrison, under all the snappy insults. 

From the start you knew that someone would end here and after all the nights you spent together over the last months, you would have sworn that it wouldn’t be you. You wouldn’t be the one that falls and gets hurt. It’s a risky game and only one person can win it, no matter what it takes.

The next time you see Harrison is at Tom’s birthday party and even if you try to look normal and careless, he does not even once cross your way. You’ve accepted the fact that your little thing ended the moment you walked away and that he and you would never talk about it again, but it annoys the hell out of you that he can’t even look you in the eyes now. 

After a drink or five (Tom made sure you never had an empty glass) you don’t even remember Harrison’s name as you’re starring in the green eyes of a pretty brunette guy. Unlike Harrison he’s charming and kind, and he’s probably not embarrassed to go out with you. 

You’re even too deep in conversation with him to notice Harrison’s stares and burning eyes on your skin. The guy’s touching your waist to pull you a little bit closer, and you smile up at him, not hearing a single word that comes out of his mouth. 

You take a sip from your drink and finally meet Harrison’s gaze. His head turns slightly to the left and you know that he’s staring down the flirty guy in front of you, but you couldn’t care less. You look at Harrison from across the room and feel nothing but disappointment. 

Life works in mysterious ways, but you learned your lesson with the blonde. 

“Do you wanna go somewhere else?” you ask, still looking at Harrison before turning back to the brunette, “it’s too loud and sticky here.”

The guy nods without a second thought. “Sure. Where do you want to go?”

“Your place?” you say, even if you do not actually want to. But maybe a casual one night stand is exactly what you need to get over Harrison.

A lustful smirk appears on his lips, and it reminds you more than anything of Harrison. In that moment you realize you made a mistake. “Let’s go then.”

He wraps an arm around your waist as you’re leaving Tom’s house, and you cuddle yourself into his side to study yourself, trying hard to shake the weird feeling off you, but no matter what, you don’t feel comfortable with him anymore. 

You listen to him talk and continue your conversation, and he doesn’t seem to notice your sudden disinterest. His hand wanders down to your lower back, and normally you would have kissed him right then, but not today. Today it just doesn’t feel right.

And as if he could see your thoughts, you hear his voice. “Y/n!”

An relieved sigh almost leaves your lips as you turn around, but then you see Harrison standing down the street. His face looks soft and sad, and you want nothing more than to kiss his hurt away. 

“Y/n…”

“Haz?” you look at him with wide eyes, your heart racing in your chest.

He takes a step closer, and so do you.

“Don’t go with him.”

You swallow the lump down. “What?”

Harrison looks at the guy behind you, and you almost forgot that he’s still there. “Please don’t go, y/n.”

You turn around and give the obvious annoyed guy an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. Maybe... we can hang out some other time?” you whisper, but he doesn’t want to hear anything of it. 

“Or not,” Harrison mumbles as the guy turns around and goes back to the house. You bite back a smile. 

When you look at Harrison again, he’s suddenly standing in front of you, not too close, but you can still smell his cologne. “What’s going on, Harrison?” You shake your head, suddenly feeling all the drinks you had tonight.

“I don’t want you to go home with him.”

“Why?” You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever comes next. “Why do you suddenly care?”

Harrison clenches his jaw. “You shouldn't go home with someone you don’t know.”

“I can do whatever I want.”

“Y/n…” he steps closer, “I know you’re not like that.”

You frown and automatically look away to calm yourself down. “You mean, I can’t do what you’re doing? You can go around and fuck everyone, but as soon as I do it, it’s wrong? That’s fucked up, Harrison.”

“That’s not what I meant. Don’t turn this around, y/n.”

“So, what do you mean?” You cross your arms over your chest. “Are you scared that it’ll ruin my image?”

Harrison runs a hand through his hair and looks away for a moment, searching for the right words. “I’m just looking out for you.”

That catches you off guard. “You don’t have to. It’s enough when Tom does that.” You shake your head, suddenly feeling exhausted. “You know what? I always liked you because you didn’t try to protect me from everything. I thought you saw in me more than a little girl that can’t be left alone because something could happen to her.”

“And now you don’t like me anymore?” The corners of his mouth quirk up.

“No,” you spit out, “the little bit of respect I had for you died when you slept with someone else and didn’t talk to me again after that. You couldn’t look me in the eyes the whole evening, Harrison!”

“Why do you care so much about that?” 

You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm. This has to be a joke. “Because it hurt me, Harrison.” You shake your head, not believing that he doesn’t get it. “I know we never set any rules, but that’s just a fucked up thing to do.”

Punching your fists against his chest, you immediately feel the tears spilling from your eyes. “I don’t understand why you care so much about your reputation and your status and every fucking other thing, but not the people that care for you!”

“I don’t give a fuck about my status. I don't care about everyone else! I care about you, y/n!” he suddenly shouts and makes a wild gesture with his hands. “I care about you!”

You roll your eyes, tears running down your cheeks. “Then why the fuck did you sleep with someone else?”

Harrison takes a step away from you as if he suddenly can’t bear to be so close to you. His piercing blue eyes flickering around the empty street, looking everywhere but at you. 

“Because I can’t have you.”

For a few seconds, it feels like all the air got punched out of your lungs and there’s only one thought jumping around in your head at full speed. Because I can’t have you. Because. I. Can’t. Have. You.

Almost an eternity pass before you can react. You open and close your mouth a hundred times, only staring at the blonde with wide eyes. “I- what?” you whisper, your brain still not ready to form a sentence. You place your hand on your forehead, feeling an headache built. This cannot be real.

“I never-” Harrison starts, but can’t bring himself to continue. “Y/n, please. Please let me explain.” 

You raise your hand to stop him before it gets too much. The next words cost you all the strength you have left in yourself. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this right now.”

Now he’s the speechless one. “Okay, it’s fine,” he mumbles, but the sad expression never leaves his face. “We can talk tomorrow. If you want.”

“I- I think I need more than tomorrow.” 

You notice the way his left hand lifts a little, as if he’s thinking about touching you, getting closer again. But he never does. 

“Sure. Text me when you’re ready.” He pushes his hands into his jacket, his gaze lingering a moment longer on your face. “I’ll tell Tom to bring you home.”

“Thank you, Harrison.” 

-

You needed more than two days, in fact, you needed two whole weeks to be finally ready to talk to Harrison. You feel like you are swapped into another universe, because you sure as hell wouldn’t be talking about feelings with Harrison in this universe. 

You had much time to think about everything in the past weeks, and you realized that it hasn’t always been like this with Harrison. Sure, you haven’t been friends, but you didn’t hate each other either. You remember meeting Harrison some time after Tom and his other friends, and you were actually excited to meet him. 

Tom and you met each other in the school library and haven’t been separated since then. All of Tom’s friends were nice and kind enough to bring you into their friend group. Harrison however wasn’t as happy to see you sitting at lunch with his friends - and next to his best friend Tom. The whole atmosphere changed when you first locked eyes with the blonde.

But, after spending some time at lunch and in the library together, Harrison slowly accepted you, much to your surprise. You did get along for some time, even if you talked not more than two sentences in a week and sat as far away as possible from the other. 

There wasn’t a specific reason why you didn’t become friends, it just seemed like it wouldn’t work. You had too different opinions and interests, while also being the same person characterful. Harrison became the popular boy at school that every girl had a crush on, and you became the popular girl that didn’t want him. In a way, you both despised the other for doing the same thing - you despised Harrison for breaking girls’ hearts, and he despised you for wrapping his friends around your finger. 

You made it your mission to show Harrison as much as you could that he was just a player and you would never ever end with someone like him. While Harrison’s goal was to show you how big you were missing out. 

You overstepped the line more than once with your teasing, and you know what they say about that - the people who tease each other, love each other.

Knocking on Harrison’s apartment door, you can feel your fast beating heart in your throat. You run a hand through your hair, trying to stop you from running away. It’s now or never. 

Harrison opens the door a few seconds later, and as soon as his gaze lands on you, his eyes light up. 

“Hi Haz,” you whisper. 

“Hi.”

You rub your sweaty palms against your jeans. This is worse than a first date with someone you always had a crush on.

“I wanted to talk. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Harrison opens the door wider to let you in.

You walk past him, quickly looking around. “You sure that no one else is here again?” you try to joke, turning around to meet Harrison with a smile.

“Send her home before you got here,” he replies, without letting the seriousness on his face wash away. 

You press your lips together. “Alright.”

The corners of his mouth turn up. “Joking. Sorry.”

Turning around again, you ignore him. “Where should we talk?”

“Wherever you want. Make yourself feel at home,” he mumbles from behind you.

You sit down on the sofa, tugging your legs together. Even after all the tense moments you shared, it has never been this awkward. The last time you’ve sat right here was when you made out while watching a movie. Your gaze wanders to Harrison, and you know he’s thinking the same. 

“I just-” you both say at the same time, making you smile. You make a hand gesture to mention for him to speak first.

“First of all, I never actually hated you, y/n,” he explains and stares right into your eyes. You raise your eyebrows, but he doesn’t give you time to say something. 

“I was amazed by you when we first met, I was gone for one week and when I came back to school, there was a total stranger sitting at our table and laughing with my friends as if you’ve known them for ages. It wasn’t like everyone could come into our group and be friends with us.” 

A smile takes over your face. That’s the first and only compliment he has ever given you.

He returns the smile for a moment. “And maybe I was a little jealous because-”

“-Because I stole your best friend.”

Harrison grins. “No, because he spent so much time with you and I wanted to do the same.”

“But you did not like me at some point, I saw it in your cold blue eyes,” you say, pointing at his face, and he lets out a loud laugh. 

He grabs your hand to hold it, and you let him. “That’s true. At one point in our… complicated relationship, I did in fact not like you.”

“And why?” 

For a moment he hesitates. “Because it felt like you could wrap everyone around your finger with just one smile. I saw you leaving parties or whatever with some of Tom’s friends or colleagues and I never said anything to anyone, but whenever I left with someone, I know that the others talked shit about it and I know you did say a few things too.” He sighs, looking apologizing. “That just didn’t sit right with me, so I made some comments to Tom about it and of course-”

“- he gave you a lecture,” you finish. 

“Yes. I know it was a dumb reason, but every time I saw you leaving with someone after that, I grew more and more pissed, and at one point it got too much.” 

You press your lips together. “I’m sorry for talking shit behind your back. I know it wasn’t right to judge you for something I did too.” You squeeze his hand, a grin forming on your lips, “even if you did it a looot more than me.”

“And you slept in Tom’s bed like every weekend.”

Your grin grows wider. “So you were jealous.”

“I already said that, y/n.”

“I know, I just wanted to hear it again,” you smirk.

He shakes his head, smiling slightly. “I’m sorry for all the shit I did in High school. You know, all that I’m trying to make you jealous stuff.” 

You frown. “It’s alright, you know I tried to do the same.”

“Even if you always said you would never fall for me,” he smirks, “and look at us now.” 

“You’re an idiot,” you nudge him with your knee, and Harrison pulls you a bit closer. “You never made a move.” 

Raising his brows, he runs a hand through his small locks. “I couldn’t. And I thought you didn’t want me to make a move.”

“Did Tom forbid it?”

“No. Never,” he blinks in surprise. “He wouldn’t do that.” 

A small smile crosses his lips. “He was actually our biggest supporter after we started hooking up. He was all like, Thank me at your wedding for bringing you together. And so on. You know him.”

That makes you smile. “That sounds like him.”

“So, y/n, do you like me?” he asks without hesitation.

A surprised laugh leaves your lips. “What question is that?” 

“Just answer it.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “No, I don’t like you,” you answer with all seriousness. 

He leans over to you and smiles, his eyes wandering over your face until they stop at your eyes again. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you scoff, but can’t hold back a small smile either. 

His shy smile turns into a lopsided smirk as he leans even closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. Your body relaxes under his touch.

You turn your gaze away, rolling your eyes. “I don’t have any feelings for you, Harrison,” you mumble. 

“I don’t believe that.” 

You meet his burning eyes again. Leaning forward a bit, you tilt your head up to meet his lips for a small kiss. “See? No feelings. Nothing,” you smile proudly and try to turn away again. 

But Harrison still doesn’t buy your bluff and continues to look at you with his beautiful eyes and gorgeous smile, and it’s almost too hard to stay away. 

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to find his blue ones, and you can’t resist the urge to feel his lips on yours again. You both lean forward and your lips touch in the middle as if it’s the righteous thing in the world. You’ve been wrong a lot of times in your life, but this - this kiss right now - has never felt more right.

“You like me,” he grins widely against your mouth.

You kiss him again. “And you like me.”

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[cherry-holland]

Harrison Osterfield Masterlist

One-shots

safe haven 🥺

boyfriend 🥺

you are in love 🥺

baila conmigo 🔥

home 🥺

Blurbs

cozy night in 🥺

dress 🔥

going down 🔥

snuggles & cuddles 🥺

anxious heart 🥺💙

facetime calls 🔥

the most important meal of the day 🔥

cabin getaway 🔥

quarantine 🔥

“carry me to bed?” 🥺

“is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” 🔥

Headcanons

dating a spanish girl (feat tom) 🥺🔥

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[anisas-nonsense]

The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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[hornyaquarius]

Masterlist for my smut stories/ fanfics

Michael Cimino & Reader

Celebrity Sex Paradise (10 Chapters with Joshua Bassett, Matt Cornett, Jace Norman, Tom Holland, Nico Greetham, Lucien Laviscount) FINAL CHAPTER OUT NOW!!

Sebastian Stan & Reader

Harrison Osterfield & Harry Holland

Shawn Mendes & Joshua Bassett

Nico Greetham & Reader

Joshua Bassett & Matt Cornett

Harry Holland & Tom Holland

Jordan Fisher & Matt Cornett

Gavin Leatherwood & Reader

Anthony Keyvan & Reader

Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield

Tom Holland & Kit Connor

Kit Connor & Mason Gooding

Leo Howard & Charles Melton

Lucien Laviscount & Black Michael

Froy Gutierrez & Zane Phillips

Peter Parker & Johnny Storm

Gavin Casalegno & Gregg Sulkin

Ross Lynch & Joshua Bassett

Rudy Pankow & Anthony Keyvan

Jacob Rott & Asher Angel & Nico Greetham & Taron Egerton

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[jahayla-parker]

TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon

Description: blurb preference with the characters/people below based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.

Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff

Characters/people for this preference: Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harry Holland, Sam Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Freddy Carter, Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Cardan Greenbriar, Aaron Warner Anderson, Pin Hawthorne, and Austin Butler

Tom Holland

“Tomm…” y/n mumbled.

Tom peaked his head into the bathroom, eyes meeting her’s instantly.

“I… uhhh…. I have an issue” she whispered.

Tom raised his eyebrow at her and stepped into their bathroom, closing the door behind him

“What’s happening love?” He asked, grabbing her hand.

“So… uhh… I’m on my period…” y/n explained slowly.

Tom nodded, “did you need me to go to the store?”

Y/n smiled at how sweet he was but shook her head, looking away.

“Okay, then what is it darling?” He asked, using his thumb to lift her head back up to look at him.

“I… my tampon is… stuck” she said, looking out the corner of her eyes nervously.

“Oh” Tom said breathlessly but quickly pulled himself together, “okay. Let’s figure this out”.

“Wait, what?” Y/n asked, looking back at him with sad eyes.

“Love, it’s alright” he cooed, stroking her cheek, “we’ll get it out hmm?”

She gave him a thankful smile to which he responded by kissing her forehead delicately and lifting her onto the bathroom counter.

“So… just talk me through it yeah?” He asked shyly.

“Tom” she blushed, reaching forward to stop him.

“Darling, nothing to be shy about, I’ve seen it all before, and it’s not your fault it’s stuck” he encouraged.

Y/n giggled, burying her head into his shoulder.

She pulled back and pointed to her camera, “it’s a TikTok prank babe”.

Tom huffed, his cheeks reddening as he lifted her back to the ground.

“I couldn’t resist, but you were so sweet” she smiled, kissing his cheek.

Tom blushed more, wrapping his arm around her waist, “just as long as you know you can come to me if that really happened”.

Peter Parker

“Ummmm Peter?” Y/n called, walking into their apartment’s living room.

Peter looked up from his laptop and gave her a bright smile and nodded.

“So I uhh… Nevermind I’ll ask MJ” she rambled, looking down and playing with her hands.

Peter sighed, quickly setting his laptop to the side and walking to his girlfriend.

“Why MJ?” He frowned, pulling her to him.

Y/n laughed nervously, “it’s.. a girl thing Peter”.

“Oh” he whispered, his cheek warming up as it rested on her shoulder.

“Well maybe I can still help?” He offered, drawing shapes on her back through his sweatshirt she was wearing.

“Oh, thank you Peter” she said, squeezing him, “but I don’t think you’re going to want to do that”.

“Sure I do!” Peter gasped, pulling back to show his offended facial expressions.

Y/n bit her lip, “Peter…”

Peter’s frown deepened as he whined, “please let me help?”

“Peter-“ y/n began slowly.

“Please, I’ll do my best! I w-“ He argued.

“Peter, my tampon is stuck!” She blurted, cutting him off.

Peter’s eyes widened and his cheeks turned so red they’d have blended in with his Spider-Man suit if he had it on.

“Oh… okaay… umm…” Peter rambled anxiously.

“I’ll just call MJ and -“ y/n suggested.

Peter shook his head rapidly, “no, no. I’ll figure this out. Let me research this”.

“What?! What’re you looking up?” Y/n gasped as Peter rushed to his computer.

“The best way to help get a stuck tampon out” Peter said simply, typing away.

“Babe” y/n giggled, resting her hand on his over the keyboard.

“This article says I can simply use my hand, so-“ Peter began, reading off the instruction from the website he clicked on.

“Peter” y/n said, kissing his cheek, “it was a prank”.

“What?” He asked, turning to face her.

“It is a TikTok trend Pete; if it helps, you passed” y/n shrugs with a smile.

Peter shook his head, “of course I did, I wasn’t going to just leave it in there”.

Y/n laughed and pulled him to her for a hug.

Harry Holland

“Baz! Can you come here please?” Y/n shouted.

Harry knocked before slowly opening the bathroom door, “love?”

“I need your help” she stated, causing an instant wave of confusion to take over his features.

Harry rubbed the back of his neck, “with?”

Y/n looked away from him as she slowly sat on the closed toilet lid, “my tampon is stuck Baz”

Harry froze, staring at her in shock as he opened and closed his mouth silently.

Y/n looked up as he started to exit the bathroom, “are you just leaving me here?”

“Don’t be dramatic” Harry scoffed, “I’m getting reinforcements “.

Y/n jumped up, grabbing her phone and running to catch up with him, “reinforcements?!”

“Love I don’t know what to do, but I’m sure mum does” Harry explained, grabbing his phone from where he abandoned it on the couch moments ago.

“No!” Y/n laughed, taking the phone from his hand.

“Y/n, I’m clueless on this” Harry groaned, reaching for his phone.

“That’s fine cause it’s a prank” y/n informed him, giving him a cheesy grin.

Harry stared at her, trying to see if she was lying or not.

He smirked, grabbing his phone back from her, “you can never be too sure”.

“Holland don’t you dare!” Y/n gasped, putting her phone down as she chased her boyfriend around their flat.

Sam Holland

“Darling?” Sam called, knocking on their bathroom door.

Y/n had intentionally sat in the bathroom for far longer than normal, waiting to see if he noticed.

“I… I’ll be out soon” y/n breathily laughed.

Sam sighed softly, “are you okay?”

Y/n bit her lip as she took one last deep breath to compose herself for the prank.

“Y-yeah Sammy. I’ll be out soon.. okay?” She asked quietly.

“Y/n, can I come in?” He asked, resting his hand on the door handle.

“Why?” She asked with a fake panic.

Sam laughed nervously, “because you’re scaring me honey, can I please come in?”

“Umm one sec” y/n shouted, making a lot of noise and running the sink.

She held a towel in her hands as she opened the door for her boyfriend with a sheepish smile.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, surveying the bathroom for clues.

“Nothing” she said, looking away as she hung the towel up.

“Darling,” Sam warned softly, grabbing her hand.

She sighed, peering up into his eyes, “my tampon is… stuck”.

Sam’s mouth opened slightly before he nodded.

“How do I help? Should I get ummm” he rambled, his eyes darting around the room, “ooh! Tongs?”

“No! You’re not using tongs down there Sam!” Y/n gasped, laughing.

Sam thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement, “Turkey baster?”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “what?!”

“You know… the suction? It could pull it out” Sam shrugged.

“No kitchen utensils!” Y/n sighed, rubbing her head.

Sam bit his lip, “okay, well I’m coming up with ideas, you tell me one then”.

“Sam your ideas all involve medieval torture” y/n joked, “thank god it was a prank!”

Sam let out a sigh of relief before crossing his arms over his chest, “you were pranking me?”

Y/n giggled shyly and nodded, “good thing too cause now I know who not to come to!”

Haz (Harrison) Osterfield

“Okay, okay, go” y/n giggled, shoving Charlotte back to their living room, “he’ll be home soon”.

Charlotte laughed and raced back, throwing herself on her brother’s couch to wait.

Y/n set up her phone’s camera in the corner between their towel rack and toothbrush holder.

“Darling?” Harrison called out, “Charlotte says you’ve been in there a while”.

Y/n suppressed her laughter over the fact Charlotte wasn’t supposed to even say anything but was clearly eager.

“Ummm yeah, sorry” y/n sighed, making Harrison knock on the door.

“I’ll be out. I just… need a minute “ y/n lied.

“I’m coming in love” Harrison said, slowly opening the door so she had the chance to stop him.

Harrison walked to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, “are you just hanging out in here?”

Y/n laughed and slapped his arm playfully, “of course not”.

“Well, you’re completely dressed and standing alone in the bathroom, what else am I to expect?” Harrison teased, brushing some hair from her eyes.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “it’s not that”.

“Then what is it?” Harrison asked, his voice sounding concerned again.

“Do you really want to know?” Y/n asked as she bit her lip.

Harrison looked and ensured the bathroom door was shut before nodding, “of course”.

“My… tampon… is… well, it’s stuck” y/n muttered.

“In you?” Harrison blurted without thinking.

Y/n laughed and sighed, “yeah, duh”.

Harrison shook his head to focus, quickly stepping back and grabbing her shoulders, “okay… let me think”.

“It’s okay, I -“ y/n began but he shook his head.

Harrison’s eyes snapped to her’s as an idea formed in his mind, “okay, I got it”.

Y/n raised an eyebrow questioningly at him.

“Sit here” he said, pressing onto the wall of the bathtub.

“Umm what?” Y/n asked quietly, doing as he said.

“I will kneel down and we’ll get this fixed” he offered.

Y/n grinned, leaning forward and kissing him, “I love you Haz, but that’s not needed”.

Harrison rolled his eyes, “it’s not a big deal, just-“

She laughed, cupping his cheek with her hand, “it’s a TikTok prank baby”.

Harrison looked around for the camera, noticing it just as y/n pointed it out.

“You’re lucky I love you” he teased, grabbing the camera.

“Clearly” she grinned, making him blush.

Freddy Carter

“Love, I got your text, where are you?” Freddy asked as he entered their flat, setting the groceries on the floor by the front door.

“Bathroom” y/n mumbled, Freddy noticing the shyness in her voice.

“You said you need help?” He asked, knocking on the door.

“Come in please Freddy” she whispered.

Freddy opened the door, walking to her and grabbing her hand, “what’s happening?”

Y/n giggled, rubbing a hand over her face in embarrassment, “I managed to get my tampon… stuck”.

Freddy bit his lip as he watched her look up at him innocently.

She sighed with a smile, “I know”.

Freddy laughed softly, “good, well done love”.

Y/n rolled her eyes at his typical line when she made a fool of herself, and crossed her arms.

“Alright, alright “ he said, composing himself, “it’s no longer funny. How can I help love?”

Y/n bit her lip and shrugged, “it’s really stuck. I’ve tried for like twenty before texting you”.

“Pretty girl, why didn’t you call me? I would’ve come faster to help” Freddy sighed, guiding her to the toilet.

“It’s awkward” y/n mumbled.

Freddy delicately pushed her to sit down, kissing the top of her head, “no it’s not, now I’m going to need you to lower your trousers and then -“

“Freddy-“ y/n said, grabbing his hand.

Freddy looked down at her and nodded as he waited for an explanation for her hesitation.

“I really appreciate you baby, but it’s just a TikTok prank, Amita suggested it” y/n giggled, squeezing his hand.

Freddy paused for a moment, “alright, so you’re okay?”

Y/n stood up before him, kissing his cheek, “yeah, thank you”.

Freddy laughed and shook his head, “good, now help me with the groceries?”

Kaz Brekker

“Inej, no” y/n sighed, annoyed that in her drunken state Jesper convinced her to have you prank Kaz.

“Why?” Inej whined.

“Because you know how he is with touch” y/n argued firmly.

“He doesn’t have to actually touch tou, just see how he’d try to help or if he’d ignore it “ she pressed.

“Inej, no” y/n repeated, standing up and walking to Kaz’s room.

She frowned upon seeing the room was empty but she sat down at his desk anyways and grabbed the book next to her.

When Kaz entered his room, he hesitated for a moment, seeing y/n resting her head in a book on his desk.

He tried to tell himself that while her posture showed she was uncomfortable it was due to her position not what Inej told him.

Kaz wasn’t sure why Inej had told him such a personal matter in the first place, but he knew she was unusually drunk.

As y/n seemed to notice his presence, she shifted in her seat to stretch and loosen her muscles from the bad position she was in.

But Kaz took it as a sign that Inej was correct.

He sighed, slowly walking to y/n as she smiled at him.

Kaz paused just before her and his eyes ran up and down her body as he tried to think of a plan to help her without touching her.

He knew it was futile but he couldn’t ignore it either, especially after Inej went into vigorous detail about what could happen if the tampon was left inside y/n too long.

“Kaz?” Y/n asked, noticing his higher than normal level of apprehension.

“I… I don’t think I can do it y/n” Kaz sighed, his eyes on his gloved hands.

“Do, what?” She pressed, staring at him in confusion.

“Help you” he sighed, his jaw clenching in frustration with himself, “I’m not there yet”.

Y/n tilted her head to the side as she examined his eyes for any clue as to what was going on, “Kaz, I-“.

He shook his head, gripping his cane tighter, “I cannot. Inej is of no use at the moment. I will get Nina”.

She watched as Kaz turned abruptly towards his door.

“Kaz, I don’t need Nina. What are you talking about?” She asked, standing up behind him.

“Your… disposition. Inej informed me” Kaz stated, his back to her.

“My..-? Oh, Kaz, ignore her” y/n said as she caught on.

Kaz turned back to y/n, “I will not. You need help. I may not be able to but I can make sure Nina does”.

Y/n smiled and walked to him, slowly setting her hand over his on his cane to allow him the chance to pull away or stop her.

“Inej wanted me to prank you. I told her no. I guess she took it upon herself” y/n explained, smiling sympathetically at him.

“You are not at risk of poor health then?” Kaz clarified, the concern showing in his eyes.

“I mean, we live in Ketterdam so that’s a constant possibility, but no, I don’t have a tampon stuck, and no I’m not at any increased health risk Kaz” she promised.

Kaz turned his hand over to hold her’s for a moment as he nodded and let his features relax.

Y/n smiled and lead him back to his desk so he could sit.

While she wasn’t pleased Inej pushed it, she was proud of her boyfriend for finding his own way to help her.

Jesper Fahey

“You what?” Jesper asked, setting his whiskey down.

“Don’t make me repeat it” y/n groaned.

Jesper laughed and dropped his arm around her shoulders, “then let’s go”.

“Where?” She asked as he lead her through the crowd that had entered the crow’s club that night.

“To the restroom to take care of this” he shrugged.

“And how exactly are you planning on doing that Jesper?” Y/n laughed.

“Darling, you should know I’m well skilled with my hands” Jesper winked.

“Jes!” She gasped, smacking his arm.

“What?!” He feigned innocence, “you’ve seen me take apart my guns to clean them. This is not much different”.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she knew that was not what he was referring to mere seconds before.

“It is very different, thank you very much!” She argued.

Jesper smirked and shrugged as he pushed the bathroom door open after no one responded when he knocked, “you know I’m always gentle”.

Y/n grumbled, “I hate you”.

Jesper laughed, “if you say so, now stand here”.

“Jesper, stop” y/n laughed, pushing him back.

He sighed, looking into her eyes, “I’ll stop joking, but we do need to fix this”.

Y/n smiled, “it was a prank Jes”.

Jesper frowned, “you mean..”

She nodded, kissing his cheek, “thanks for helping me win the bet though!”

Jesper groaned as he followed her back out into the club, “you better split the winnings with me!”

Cardan Greenbriar

“Yes my sweet nemesis?” Cardan mumbles, glancing up from his slouched position on his lounge chair in his bedroom.

“I could use some assistance” y/n whispered.

“With?” He asks, setting his gold rimmed chalice down before standing.

“You may not be interested..” she sighs, looking away.

“I beg your pardon, you cannot truly think I would chose to not assist you” Cardan scoffs, lifting y/N’s hand to his stained lips.

“Cardan… it’s just… my tampon is stuck” y/n explains slowly.

“This is a mortal thing yes?” Cardan questions with a slight tilt of his head, the tip of his ear peaking through the curtain of his loose hair.

She nods, “which is why, I think you may need to get my sist-“.

Cardan cuts y/n off with a gentle kiss to her lips, “I understand the summation, but my Queen, I plead you let me try first on my own”.

“You’re willing to…” y/n trailed off, staring into his kind eyes.

“You need not act as if that is anything new my dear” he smirked, pulling her hand towards their adjoined bathroom.

“Cardan” She giggles, tugging him back, “it’s a prank”.

“A… prank?” He questions, staring at her.

“Basically a joke or trick for comedic purposes” y/n explains with a smile.

Cardan’s eyes darken slightly as he shakes his head, “ever the trickster aren’t you my beautiful y/n”.

She blushes as she watches him flop back onto the lounge chair and resume his drinking.

Aaron Warner (Anderson)

“Honey, I’m going to need some help in here” y/n said, knowing Aaron would rush right in.

Just as suspected, her boyfriend busted into the bathroom within seconds.

“How can I help you love?” He asked, scanning her for any injuries.

“So… ummm” she mumbled, biting her lip.

Aaron sighed tenderly, “love, don’t be shy. Not with me”.

He was being so gentle she felt bad for pranking him, but she needed to beat Kenji.

“I got a tampon stuck” she told him, eyes wide as she looked into his green eyes.

“Not a problem love,” he stated, picking her up and setting her on the bench next to the counter.

“Aaron-“ she giggled, grabbing his hand.

“It’s okay gorgeous, just lift your hips for me love” he instructed, reaching for her waistband.

“Babe, stop” She whispered, smiling at him “ it was a prank”.

Aaron furrowed his eyebrows as he stepped back and gave her a questioning look.

She bit her lip and shrugged innocently, “Kenji said that no guy would ever-“.

“You did this to prove a point to Kenji?” Aaron asked teasingly.

She nodded with a shy smile, “oops?”

Aaron chuckled and shook his head, scooping her into his arms as he began tickling her, “you’re going to pay for that my love”.

Pin Hawthorne

“I can’t right now Pin” y/n sighed, walking out of the restroom.

“Why?” He sighed, leaning against the doorframe, “it’ll be short and we’ll have dinner after”.

“I have to umm.. hang out here for a bit” She explained.

Pin squinted at her, “everyone’s left, unless you’re the horse thief I’m not sure why you’d stick around”.

Y/n scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest as she playfully glared at him.

“I’m kidding” Pin grinned, putting his palms up in the air, “but why are you staying here?”

“I have to take care of something” y/n muttered, trying to not look over at her camera she’d hidden earlier.

The girls had all agreed to try the viral tampon prank on their boyfriends this weekend and y/n decided to get it over with first.

“I own the stables y/n, I assure you that whatever Mia has you staying late for can wait” Pin sighed, expecting Mia to be the cause again this time, “regardless, I can help”.

“Not with this” She giggled nervously.

Pin pushed himself off the doorframe and walked to his girlfriend, gently interlacing their hands, “why not?”

“Pin…it’s embarrassing” She pouted.

He shrugged, “I’ve embarrassed myself countless times before you. I promise you can tell me anything”.

Y/n beamed as she looked into his warm brown eyes, “I know…”

“Then what is the matter?” He pressed hesitantly.

“My tampon is stuck” she groaned.

Pin’s cheeks flushed a crimson red color as he sucked in his bottom lip.

He forced a stiff nod, “I see”.

“Like I said, you can’t help. I tried several times and I can’t get it myself” y/n told him.

Pin raised his eyebrows as he slowly let out his bottom lip, “if you can’t reach it… perhaps… umm… perhaps I can. If you’re okay with that of course! I mean, I know I’ve only worked on horses but I think I understand the general task and I-“

Y/n giggled, reaching up to run her hand through his hair, “Pin, babe, breathe”.

Pin nodded and took a deep breath, “okay, so-“.

“No, really, baby it was a prank, I’m sorry” she explained, playing with his hair to relax him.

“What?” He whispered in shock.

“I’m sorry” she sighed, tenderly scratching his scalp, “it was Jade’s idea. It’s a TikTok trend people do with their boyfriends”.

Pin closed his eyes for a second as he suppressed a large grin, but his dimples face him away, “boyfriend”.

Y/n giggled, cuddling up against him, “yes Pin, boyfriend”.

Austin Butler

“Ugh” y/n griped as she stomped through her and Austin’s house.

Austin set his script aside as he started questioningly at his girlfriend.

He waited to see if she’d explain why she was having a fit but as she began digging in her purse while still muttering he gave up.

“Angel? What’s going on? Why are you so grumpy?” He smirked, standing up to walk to her.

“I’m not grumpy Austin” She argued, rolling her eyes.

“Mmm okay” He laughed, “tell that to the pen you threw”.

She groaned, running a hand down her face as she plopped into the dining room chair next to her.

“Y/n/n, angel come on, talk to me” Austin requested, kneeling next to her.

She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself.

Austin sighed and pulled her chair leg slowly to bring her closer, “please”.

“I can’t” she mumbled.

“Love, we talked about communication” He reminded her, his hand resting on her knee.

She let out a loud sigh before nodding and looking at him, “my tampon is stuck Austin “.

Austin laughed making her shove him playfully as she pouted .

He shook his head, cupping her face in his hands, “angel, that’s an easy fix. You had me worried”.

Y/N’s eyes widened, “I already tried though, I can’t get it”.

Austin nodded, pulling her head delicately to him as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, “that’s where I step in”.

She smiled and shook her head, looking to the camera against the planter.

“Angel, I know it might be awkward but it’s gotta come out” Austin said, squeezing her hand encouragingly.

“Aus” She giggled, pointing to the camera resting on their planter, “it was just a TikTok prank!”

Austin laughed loudly as he helped y/n stand up and pulled her to him, “I’ll get you back for that you know”.

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rendezvous (t.h)

tom holland x little mix!reader

request from @thirlwallsholland for little mix!reader on holiday with tom and the boys - hope you enjoy !

a/n: i'm using jade thirlwall as face claim again for the smau posts for continuity

those 3 photos are also so wonky if you're on pc lol im so sorry - but honestly not sorry enough to spend 25 minutes fixing them. it looks good on the app on dark mode.

warnings: blood, injury, alcohol, maybe too much fluff lol

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The end of a tour was always a strange time. After so many weeks of living on the road with your closest friends, it was a shock to come back to reality. The end of this tour was especially hard, knowing it would be the last time you’d perform with your band for a while as you all took a well-deserved break.

Tom had witnessed the effect this had on you, and after spending a few days stroking your hair as you lay on the sofa binge-watching reality TV, letting you rest up he came to you with an idea. An escape from dribbly London, a holiday to celebrate and take your mind off of things. He suggested you invite the rest of the girls too, and once Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine heard about the trip they were all too excited to crash it.

So here you were, the eight of you sprawled out underneath the blue Bali sky, listening to the gentle crashing of the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun beating down on your skin.  

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The boys had eventually tackled each other into the ocean and you lay on a beach towel, surrounded by the rest of your band. In your relaxed state, you only half register the familiar giggle approaching your towel, accompanied with a grumbly, “watch it, Tom!” from Jade as he no doubt blocked her sunlight. Something cold and wet hit your shoulder, followed by a cascade of tiny drips pattering over your stomach and you shriek, opening your eyes to meet Tom’s crinkly ones as he stands above you, shaking out his wet curls over you. 

“Toooooom!” you groan, shivering at the cold water. 

“Y/NNNNNN!” he mocks, dropping down onto the sand next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. 

“What was that for?” you ask. “I was sunbathing.”

He shrugs. 

“What’s the fun in having a girlfriend if you can’t bug the hell out of her?” he grins, knocking his forehead into yours. 

You roll your eyes, inadvertently snuggling into his side. You can never stay annoyed at him for long. 

“Anyway, I came over hear to ask you to play chicken with Tuwaine and I.” he says. “Otherwise I gotta have Harry on my team and he sucks at chicken.”

You snort into his shoulder, nodding. 

“Harry does suck at chicken.”

Before you even have a chance to decide whether to play, Perrie is hopping up off her towel, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet. 

“Pez!” you shriek as she tugs you towards the water, Tom laughing and jogging after the both of you. “What the hell is going on?”

“A game!” she cheers. “We have to hurry, I want to win!”

You wobble slightly, grabbing onto Tom as you try to stay on his shoulders with his arms wrapped around your legs. 

“Ouch!” he screeches. “My ears, love, why are you grabbing my-”

“Oh shit,” you laugh, bending down to press a kiss to his red ears in apology and sticking your arms out for balance instead. “Sorry.”

“Come on!” calls Perrie as she approaches, balanced perfectly on Tuwaine’s shoulders. “Are you ready to loose?”

When you’re closer, you reach out and rest your hands on her shoulders and she copies your action. 

“Ready?” calls Tuwaine. 

“Three, two-”

Perrie gives an almighty shove before Tuwaine can even say one, sending Tom stumbling backwards and you sliding off his shoulders into the water. 

“Perrie Edwards!” you shriek, coughing saltwater out. “He didn’t even get to one!” 

Perrie laughs as she and Tuwaine high five. Tom has recovered at this point and wraps one arm around you as you stand up. 

“Are you okay?” he laughs. 

You nod, tapping his shoulders to signal him to crouch down. He obliges and you clamber back on determinedly. Tom puffs his chest out as you approach the other team, preparing to win this time. 

“Is everyone ready this time?” laughs Tuwaine. “Alright. Three, two, one-”

“FIGHT!” you yell, pushing hard on both Perrie’s shoulders. She teeters backwards but regains her balance, pushing you back in retaliation. You both grapple with each other, and just as Tuwaine stumbles backward and you think that you and Tom have this one in the bag, she reaches out and pushes against your hip, pushing you off sideways. 

You scream as you fly through the air, hitting the water with an almighty splash. You fall so forcefully you go right down to the blue bottom, scraping your knee against a particularly sharp shell. Before you can properly register what happened and resurface, a pair of strong arms reach down and pull you up into the sunlight. Tom gasps in relief, holding you close to chest bridal style as he checks you over. 

“Darling! Are you alright?” he worries. 

You nod, blinking against the harsh light and giggle slightly at his protective state. 

“Tommy I’m fine! It’s not even that deep. I just got a shock, is all.”

Tom looks unconvinced and pouts as his eyes sweep over your legs. 

“You’re bleeding, darling.” he says, gently holding your knee.

You glance down and see that he’s actually right. There’s a gash across your left knee and a steady stream of red blood streams out, fading into the clear ocean water. Perrie wades over, looking guilty. 

“Y/N I’m so sorry babe! I got to competitive and you got hurt!” 

You shake your head, pressing a kiss to her cheek. 

“I’m fine you lot of worriers! It looks worse than it is, honestly it’s not deep. I’m fine.”

“I’m going to take you back up to the beach and have a look at it.” says Tom, wading out into the shallows. You roll your eyes but know you can’t stop him as he carries you up the beach, laying you on a towel near the rest of the group. Jade and Leigh-Anne have gone off somewhere and Harrison is out cold underneath his sunhat, but Harry shakes his head as Tom crouches over you, pressing tiny kisses to your knee and trying to wipe the remaining blood away, wincing whenever he looks to closely. 

“This never would have happened if you’d let me play chicken, Tom.” Harry laughs. 

Tom shoots him a death glare and Harry quietens, sensing how worried Tom is about you. 

“Sorry,” he mutters, turning to you. “Seriously, are you okay Y/N?”

You reach out and playfully smack the redhead, rolling your eyes. 

“For the last time, I’m fine! It’s literally a small cut and everyone’s acting like I’ve been partially beheaded or something.”

Harry snorts in laughter as he holds up his hands in surrender. 

Tom leans over to someone’s large beach bag, searching for some kind of Band-Aid for you. He chucks items in his way behind him as he does so, a tube of sunscreen landing in the middle of Harrison’s stomach who wakes up with an “oof”. 

“There’s nothing in here, darling.” Tom sighs. He stands up and reaches down, picking you up bridal style again. “I’m going to take you back to our room and we’ll find you something there.”

You nod, not even trying to protest as you know you won’t convince him. 

Harrison sits up, blinking as he adjusts to the sunlight. He catches sight of Tom striding towards the hotel with you in his arms and frowns at Harry who only shrugs at him, opening up a trashy magazine you had left. 

“Y/N!” calls Harrison. “Are you okay??”

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“He didn’t swim into you on purpose, Y/N” sighs Leigh-Anne. “You just happened to snorkel right into his house, that’s all.” She tries to reassure you as you all crowd around a table in a tiny restaurant, you cosying up in the corner of the booth between her and Tom.

“I saw the bloodlust in his tiny fishy eyes, Leigh,” you say, shuddering at the memory of only a few hours ago. “He had an evil plan.” 

Tom picks up his fork and brandishes it at invisible fish all around your table. “Back off!” he barks. “Back off, say I! Away from my girlfriend!” 

You grab his fork, placing it down on the table and knocking your head into his shoulder as you try so hard to stay serious at his childish antics. 

“Tom!” you hiss. “You’re making a scene.”

He shrugs. 

“I’m an actor darling, it’s what I do. The other thing I do is protect my wonderful girlfriend against supervillain fish plotting against her.” 

It’s at this moment that there is a simultaneous lull in everyone else’s conversations and all six heads turn to look at you and Tom, blinking for a second before bursting out in laughter. 

“Evil supervillain fish?” splutters Jade, as Tom buries his head in your shoulder. 

“You all heard it out of context,” he mutters sheepishly. 

You’re deep in a conversation with Leigh-Anne about a recent performance when you notice Tom has been uncharacteristically quiet. You turn to see him leaning away from you, seemingly invested in a photo Perrie’s showing him on her phone. Looking closer, you see she’s proudly showing him pictures of baby Axel. “Oh, and look at this one with him and Hatchi,” she coos. 

Tom gives ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ in all the right places, nodding and grinning with his eyes trained on the phone but he drums his fingers on the table, fidgeting and shifting in his seat. Before you can ask if he’s okay, you’re all distracted by the food arriving. Once everyone’s started eating you lean into his side and put your mouth near his ear. 

“Hey,” you whisper, conversation drowned out to the rest of the group by the chatter of everyone else. “Are you okay? Did Perrie ambush you with baby photos?”

He laughs softly, resting a hand on top of yours. 

“Don’t worry about me, love. Just seeing all the baby photos, it got me thinking and excited for the future.” he whispers.

Your heart skips a beat and he grins properly, pressing a kiss to your head. He gives you one last smile before tucking into his meal. 

“Oh my God,” he moans. “This is fucking incredible! Darling, you have to try some.” 

He scoops up some of his meal on his fork, twisting in his seat and placing his free hand under your chin so he can feed you a mouthful. He’s not wrong, the food is absolutely incredible and is made even better when you’re surrounded by your best friends in the world. The sweet moment is interrupted by Harry and Jade making gagging sounds and pretending to be sick from their end of the table as they try to glare at you and Tom, but neither can hide the shine in their eyes as they watch you two. 

As the night grows dark and the group is only illuminated by the colorful lanterns hanging above the table, Jade taps her knife against her glass, waiting until the whole table is watching attentively. Jade clears her throat. 

“Before we leave tonight, I want to raise a toast. Or maybe a few toasts, so we might need to get some more to drink over here. Firstly, I want to toast to the girls.” She glances around at you all, eyes shining. You can already feel yourself welling up and Leigh-Anne clasps your hand under the table for comfort. “You girls have been the best sisters for the last ten years. We couldn’t have done any of this without each other, and I’m so proud of everything we’ve achieved. Seven incredible albums, the tours, the awards, the music videos, the performances, the fans we’ve met, winning Best British Group-” you all cheer, Tuwaine reaching two fingers up to his mouth to whistle and Tom wrapping an arm around you and squeezing you into his side -“but most of all, our friendship,” Jade continues. “I think it’s fair to say that our friendship has gotten us through the last ten years together, and I just wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate you lot. I love you.” she sniffles, raising her glass. “To Little Mix!”

“To Little Mix!” you all chorus, clinking your glasses and wiping away stray tears. 

“I’ve got a toast too, because I don’t think Jade can get through another one,” laughs Perrie, holding Jade as she sniffles and hiccups slightly. “I want to raise a toast to Tom and Y/N. Now, Y/N.” she begins. “We’ve always been a little protective over you, though God knows you don’t need it, really. I know we tend to tease you and Tom a lot for having absolutely zero boundaries and piling on the PDA when you’re together, but it’s only because we love you both so much. It’s been an honor to watch you fall in love, bub.” she says. 

“And to have been the three co-authors of every text Tom received from you for the first six months of your relationship.” adds Leigh-Anne, knocking her shoulder into yours. 

“Wait, what?” Tom laughs. 

“Mind you though Tom, Little Mix will reassemble to commit a felony if you ever hurt her,” pipes in Jade.

“To Tom and Y/N,” cheers Perrie, ignoring him and raising her glass. “For being Tom and Y/N!”

Tom buries his hand in his jacket that he’d tucked around your shoulders when it had started to get colder and rests his head on top of yours, basking in the moment with you. 

“And for paying for this trip!” cheers Harry. 

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y/ninstagram☑️: on our way!

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↪️y/ninstagram☑️: Bali!!

harryholland64☑️: i'm literally sat right on the other side of you, where's a pic of me?

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↪️angely/nn: ARE THE GIRLS ALL GOING TOGETHER IM CRYING

tomholland2013☑️: naa why do i do that thing with my hand

↪️y/ninstagram☑️: idk spiderman

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tomholland2013☑️: how you feel about a rendezvous? time for two

tuwaine☑️: *eight

mixerhollands: he used a little mix lyric 😭

hazosterfield☑️: 🔥🔥

↪️tomholland2013☑️: back off bro?

parkersy/n: oop-

harryholland64☑️: how long did it take you to spell rendezvous right

↪️tomholland2013☑️: like 2 min i got yn to spell check

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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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[buck-nialled]

Take One - H. Holland Blurb

NOTE: this is my first harry imagine, hope you like it! also harry works at a photography company in this imagine and is currently suffering baby fever mkay cool glad we’re on the same page

WARNINGS: eludes to smut at the end but other than that, none.

SUMMARY: husband!harry photographs newborns and contracts baby fever. fortunatley, you’re no better.

“Angel!” Harry’s jubilant voice follows the unmistakable sound of your front door creaking open. You giggle to yourself as you continue folding the steaming clothes, still fresh from the dryer.

“In the bedroom!” You call out, already anticipating the feeling of his arms belting around your waist, and the familiar lens of his camera poking your back. While uncomfortable the first few times he forgot to remove his strapped camera from around his neck, the protuberance has grown on you.

“I just can’t help it.” You recall him mumbling on more than one occasion. “I get too excited to see you.”

This golden hour in your shared flat was no different. As soon as his heavy footsteps picked up on the house stairs, as did your heartbeat. The arms squeezed your waist next, then the camera nestled gently into your back, his unruly hair tickled your neck and–

You shivered at the newest addition–the cool exterior of his wedding band against your bare skin as his hands gilded beneath an old tee shirt you stole from the pile of clothes currently being folded.

“Today was so fun,” he never asked if you wanted to hear about his day because you always did. No matter if it was good or bad, his job always left him learning something new and coming straight home after to share it with you. Despite you being clueless about what EV compensation is or a stranger to white balance, you smiled and nodded anyway because his happiness was just that contagious. The tells that he’s suffered a phenomenal 9-5 were always there, too. He would bury his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder and plant a multitude of kisses there, while one of his hands glided to lock fingers with yours and squeeze it. And as a treat to himself–and you, as you will be listening to him jabber about his day in detail for the next hour–he always makes the same proposal.

“Let’s order Gregg’s for dinner.”

“Good day?” You query, topping the stack of folded clothes with a final sweatshirt before spinning to face him. He was practically glowing as he bounced on his toes–still clad in loafers with an unstoppable grin.

“Great day!” He corrects and reaches for his camera to bring up his most recent shots. We had these newborns come in today for their first photos.” You awe silently as he scrolls through some of the raw footage taken. Your eyes flickered from his work, back up to him. It seemed that with each colorful bow or animal onesie that flew past his eyes, his smile grew bigger.

“They were so cute!” He cooed, stopping at one in particular. The newborn child in the photo was presenting a sour face towards the lens. “This one reminds me of you.”

You yearn to argue, there is no denying the similarities. Especially towards the beginning of your relationship, Harry was keen on taking as many candids of you walking around your house, playing with Tessa, following your skincare routine, and several other mundane activities. The face the child is making in the photo is one, you too, have shown him on occasion. You simply laugh at the photo and elbow him in the side for the cheeky comment.

“In all seriousness, though. It got me thinking.”

“I never thought I’d see the day…” A gasp leaves you as you rest the palm of your hand on your chest.

“After they left, I couldn’t shake the thought of what you’d actually…look like.”  

“As a baby? Because my mother has three albums worth of photos. And you’ve seen nearly all of them.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, curls flopping around before he brings his fingers through them. “What I mean to say is…I wonder what your baby–our baby will look like.” He breathes out, not daring to meet your eyes. He is bouncing on his heels yet again, fingers nervously fidgeting with the buttons on his camera.

“Oh,” you hum. A few seconds of silence pass between you two, neither knowing what to say.

Until you finally beckon him, “just one?”

“Huh?” His whiskey eyes travel upward to meet yours, a bit of curiosity lingering in them.”

“You said, baby. You only want to have one?” You inch closer to him, hands silently snaking up his back to reach the clip to his camera. When it becomes unclasped, you gently set the piece on the edge of the bed.

“Well, actually I’ve always felt good about two.”

“Of course.” You nod understandingly. “You are a twin, after all.”

“Right.” He chuckles, before getting choked up as you take him by the back of his neck and draw his body closer to yours.

“That’s also double the chance one of them will get your freckles.” You whisper as your noses caress one another.

“Or your laugh.” He mimics your hushed tone. 

“Or your curls.” You add.

“Or your dimples.” He suggests.

“Or your eyes.”

“Or your eyes.”

“Harry…” You start.

“Yes, angel?”

“Do you want to stop guessing, and try to find out?” Upon your recommendation, he begins walking forward until your legs meet the back of the bed and cause you to dip down, with his hand stabilizing your every move. When the two of you have proximity so near, his lips are smoothly brushing against yours. But before they can collide in a sweet reunion, he breathes out, just for confirmation:

“Take one?”

“Take one.”

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[mcwriting]

The Marriage Project (15)

Um hi hello. I am alive and finished with my semester. Sorry for being flaky. I cannot believe this story has been ongoing for so long and honestly I am seeing light at the end of the tunnel for it so hopefully (fingers crossed) I will have it done by the end of summer! I can't wait to start posting more of Sweet Home Alabama because that story is close to my heart and I really love it :)

Ty all for sticking with me and welcome to any new readers!!

Story Masterlist

Warnings: refers to heavy topics from previous chapters though they are not discussed in detail

Word Count: 2427

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You lied to your parents and told them that you were working on the project Tuesday after school. It wasn’t completely false, you and Tom were gonna work on it after your conversation with Nikki, but you didn’t know what you’d tell them when your date on Saturday rolled around.

Sleeping was rough, but you managed to get a few hours in before your alarm woke you up early Tuesday morning.

Your school day was once again tough emotionally and socially, but at least you worked up the nerve to sit with your friends at lunch, knowing that all eyes were on you.

Word had gone around from Harrison’s friends that the school board had called him into a student hearing Friday, so now students had seemed to divide themselves into groups supporting either you or him.

You couldn’t necessarily blame those who supported him for not knowing the full story, but it still hurt to know that they were being manipulated by him.

Thankfully none of the girls at lunch brought him up, instead asking questions about Tom since you hadn’t talked to them much since Saturday night. You still didn’t really confirm or deny whether you were dating, though, instead just telling about what he did Friday night and how some of the dance had gone.

By the end of the school day, you were again exhausted (the lack of sleep on top of all the emotions you felt were not a good combo). You followed Tom’s car to his house where Nikki and Dom greeted you before Tom took you upstairs. 

You sat in his room nervously messing with your ring while he showered. With you two dating, it felt even weirder now to think that he was just across the hall naked. And wet. You pushed the thoughts away and eventually he returned, hair still damp.

“Ready to go see my mom? I didn’t tell her much, but she knows that you’re here to talk to her and work on our project.”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess…”

She was in her office editing pictures when Tom stuck his head in.

“Hey mom? Is now a good time?” he asked softly as you appeared in the doorway behind him.

“Absolutely! Yes! Come on in, y/n. I have an extra chair right over here for you.”

You looked at Tom nervously.

“Do you want me to stay? I don’t mind either way,” he said.

“No, it’s okay. I think I’ve got this,” you replied. He pressed his lips to your temple then headed off, leaving you alone with Nikki. You shut the door behind you then sat down in the empty chair, curling your legs up.

“So what did you want to talk about? Tom mentioned it was something important. Is everything okay?”

After that, things were sort of a blur, because you essentially spilled your guts about almost everything, skipping over some of yours and Tom’s intimate moments. Tears flowed and Nikki listened, coming up to hug you and give you a shoulder to cry on after a little while. Finally you asked for her advice.

“I know I need to tell my parents, but I don’t know how or when. I just feel lost. Tom and my friends are helping as much as they can, but we’re the same age, they can only do so much.”

She contemplated for a bit while rubbing your shoulder.

“You know most people don’t talk about this kind of hurt for months or even years, if ever, but you’re breaking down barriers and making things happen. If you really want your parents to know, sit them down and have a real, meaningful conversation, just like we’re having. I know how much they love and care for you, and it sounds like you’ve got a lot of people ready to back you in this suit.”

You wiped your face of stray tears and tried to sit up straight.

“Thank you, for everything. I just really needed to talk to someone that isn’t my friends or my parents, you know?”

“Of course. I’m always here whenever you need me. Being a mom to four boys, I don’t get moments like this often. You’re really like a daughter I never had, and I’d do anything to make sure my kids are okay, even the non-blood ones.”

You gave a watery grin and mouthed “thank you.” She squeezed you into another hug.

After a while, you finally went back upstairs to work on the project with Tom. When you came into his room, he was sprawled across the bed looking at his phone.

“How was it? Did she help you out?” he immediately asked, sitting up. You took a spot next to him on the bed.

“Yeah, a lot actually,” you began, telling him everything.

After finishing explaining, you finally got to work. For the first time, you worked on his bed, laying on your stomachs shoulder-to-shoulder, the laptop in front of you. 

The week's work only took about a half hour, so once you were done you closed the computer and rolled to face each other. You were between him and the wall just talking when things got a little more heated.

It started with just a soft kiss, but escalated into a makeout session with your hands tangled in his curls and his hands palming your lower back and neck. He rolled you onto your back, essentially laying on top of you. 

Your body was heating up, but not just from the proximity. You’d never felt this level of passion with someone before. For starters, you’d never had that serious of a relationship with anyone, but the people you had fooled around with were… boring. Years of you and Tom challenging each other were being channeled into something new to both of you, and it was a lot to handle.

Maybe another part of you wanted to replace the bad memories from the previous weekend with good ones now, too. You weren’t quite apt to figure out the psychology, and the feeling of Tom against you was too distracting anyways.

You let it go on for a few minutes when his door flung open, revealing Harry. You both froze and looked at him in horror, Tom still on top of you.

“Ugh get that nasty shit out of here. Dinner’s ready,” he stated, beginning to walk out.

“You came in my room, asshole!” Tom exclaimed to his disgusted brother as he rolled off of you. You couldn’t help but laugh at their arguing. You took a quick glance in the mirror to fix your hair and assess your somewhat swollen, pink lips and flushed face.

Not too noticeable, right?

You fixed Tom’s hair as you went down the stairs and to the dining room. The whole evening, Harry avoided eye contact with you and Tom. No one else seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn’t say anything.

Paddy was back to treating you like normal. His crush was still apparent, but he respected yours and Tom’s relationship, asking you innocent questions throughout the meal. 

Once it was over, you packed your things and prepared to head home.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, princess,” he said, giving you a peck in the doorway.

Princess.

That word had taken on a whole new meaning now, too. Before, it was something that got under your skin, but now the pet name was appreciated. You couldn’t help but get butterflies when he called you it.

%

The rest of the week went by okay, as most people were still too intimidated to talk to you and Tom about your relationship. Neither of you had explicitly gone out of your way to say “we’re dating!” but the time you spent together and a couple of stolen kisses fueled a lot of gossip.

Friday afternoon you heard some floating rumors that Harrison was in his school board meeting, which made you nervous all day, but you trusted Mrs. Johnson to fight for you using both the testimonies given and the photos you’d passed along to her.

That night, the football team had their first game of state finals, so they packed up the bus and headed out. With Tom gone and you finally free of any obligations, you and Alexis took a much needed trip to the diner.

It was refreshing hanging out with her outside of school. With your busy life of volleyball, the project, and schoolwork, along with Alexis’s own obligations, it felt like you had barely seen each other outside of a classroom.

“I’m telling my parents about Tom tonight, before our date tomorrow. He said he was going to make it special,” you stated in broken language between bites of your typical cheese fries.

“Where do you think he’ll take you?”

“No idea, honestly. As far as I’m concerned, the only ‘special’ places we have are the school, his house, and his grandparents’ house, and I doubt it involves any of those places.”

“Hm. Weird. Plus it’s too cold to really do much outside anymore. You know I still find it funny that you wear your plastic ring. I heard someone say today that they think it’s a purity ring.”

You burst into laughter with your best friend.

“You can’t be serious! Oh my gosh people are ridiculous. I like it, that’s all! Obviously now it’s a little more emotional, but even before I thought it was cute. Tom strung his on his necklace, too. Which is like, the most important thing he owns.”

“I guess that’s just another Tom and y/n thing. It just seems like after all these years, you’re suddenly the closest couple ever. Does it feel like you’re moving too fast?”

You contemplated her question for a moment, sipping down some of your drink.

“I think if this were any other relationship, yeah, maybe it would be. I mean, I told you what happened Tuesday, right? That would never happen with someone else. I guess we’ve just become so close the past few months that even though we weren't actually dating, it’s felt like we’ve been together this whole time. Pretty sure we aren’t going to get under the covers any time soon, though,” you joked.

“So you’re telling your parents about him tonight, but what about everything else?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna break that tonight, too. Now that Harrison had his meeting, it’s probably a matter of time until the suit is filed.”

“Oh right, any news on how the board meeting went?” she asked.

“Nope. I don’t even know where people find that stuff out. I’m sure the word will get around by tomorrow.”

The waitress dropped off your plates before Alexis replied.

“Well let me know how it goes tonight. Now excuse me while I demolish this burger.”

% 

Your parents were in the living room watching a show when you got home. They tossed out a quick greeting and asked how your day was, to which you gave an “it was alright” before heading to your room to set down your things.

You paced the room back and forth for a bit trying to figure out what to say before finally going back. You sat on the edge of the couch nervously, something your mom didn’t take long to notice.

“Are you okay, honey? You look a little on edge.”

Your dad looked over, too, after hearing his wife’s words.

Come on, just say it, y/n.

“Mom, Dad. I need to tell you something,” you started. Both parents sat up straight and your dad muted the TV.

“What’s going on? I’ve noticed you’ve been acting a little strange but thought it was just me,” your mom stated.

Oh great. This isn’t even the main reason I’ve been out of whack.

You bobbed your head back and forth for a moment, forgetting every fake script you’d come up with while pacing your bedroom.

“TomandIaredating,” you finally blurted, immediately looking down at your hands.

“What was that? I couldn’t understand you,” your father said, leaning forward. You sighed.

“I’m dating Tom. Tom Holland, from school. The one who’s kinda been my enemy for like… ever.”

“You weren’t before?” your mom asked, confused. You furrowed your brows.

“What do you- what? No! We got together Saturday!” 

“Oh, well, could’ve fooled us. I thought you two started dating before Nikki took your senior pictures,” she replied, your dad nodding in agreement.

You looked between them, then around the room in bewilderment.

“And you never thought to ask me?” you finally said.

“We thought you’d tell us on your own time. You’re old enough to date who you want and we know Tom’s a nice boy from a good family, so we didn’t want to bring it up if you didn’t want to,” your dad said.

“So you two are just… you’re fine with it? You’re fine with us going on our first date tomorrow?” you questioned, pointing a finger between them.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t we be? I’m just shocked it’s your first date to be honest,” your mom explained.

Huh. Weird.

“Okay then… well um, we’re going on a date tomorrow. So…?”

You still sat nervously, which your parents took notice of.

“Is there something else on your mind?” your dad asked.

Your heart was beating out of its chest, but you took a shaky breath and started talking.

“Something happened last weekend…”

After a lot of explaining, gasps, and tears, your parents finally knew the whole story.

With a lot of discussion, your parents made it very clear that they were on your side, and brought up the potential of a countersuit, or at least a police report.

“I’m thinking that I want to kick the ass of this punk kid who thinks he can put his hands on you or anyone and get away with it. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of going to the bathroom for God’s sake.” Your dad had said. “I’m tempted to go find him right now.”

“Hey now. You know I feel the same way but having a fistfight with a minor isn’t going to solve anything. What we do need to look at is our own legal options,” your mom had said, looking at you. You shifted uncomfortably.

With the emotionally draining past week now finished, you didn’t decide on anything, instead opting to rest in having the massive weight off your chest and trying to look forward to your upcoming date.

Eventually, you fell asleep on the couch, finally getting some real rest.

%

A/N: I can't believe it took me this long to get here but this is actually the chapter that I had to rewrite like 50 times. I still don't think it's perfect, but as always, this is showing how situations may be handled and I hope it can help empower someone :)

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Two Is Stronger Than One

(slight) Spike x Reader

The Irregulars x Reader (platonic)

[FLUFF]

Requested: No

Summary: Reader is an Ipsissimus (unknowingly) and has terrible nightmares that makes them sleepwalk. They meet Spike and the other Irregulars, and they all help the Reader figure out what is wrong with them.

- - -

You had been suffering from horrible, gruesome nightmares for the past few weeks. Each one seemingly getting worse and more terrifying than the last. Every night they began feeling more and more real.

Occasionally you'd wake up in strange places with no memory of how you got there. You wouldn't go far, besides sometimes waking up outside your front door. That is, until last night.

- - -

The tunnels felt never-ending as your bare feet carried you through the narrow passageways. Cold, wet mud stuck to the soles of your feet, soothing the pain, if only slightly.

Water dripped down from the ceiling, the noise of the little droplets being the only sound audible for miles.

Leaning against the wall, you shivered at it's touch. You bent over, hands on your knees, panting heavily. You had no idea how long you had been running for - but wherever you went, you always seemed to end up back in the same place.

An entryway with walls covered in skulls and bones.

A putrid smell wafted throughout the area, and you'd be inclined to cover your nose and mouth if you weren't desperately gasping for air.

Looking up, you noticed a black figure make it's way towards you. Your legs were too weak to carry on, shaking beneath you and eventually giving away as you fell to the ground.

Wincing, you kept your eyes on the figure.

It seemed to study you for a moment, tilting it's head to the side. Maybe it was calculating the best approach, thinking of what to do with you - where to bring you. You had no idea, and honestly you didn't care.

You were just too tired.

Your fear kept you in place. Not being able to look away or move, the figure seized this opportunity to make it's way towards you and grab you.

Heart hammering against your ribcage, you tried to call for help. Your voice was frail from it's lack of use, quivering and cracking in the dead-silent room.

The echoes of your screams seemed to fill your mind. The sound of your own voice made you feel like you were going insane. It occupied every space in your brain, bouncing off every wall in the tunnel and reverberating back to you.

The figure, however, was not deterred by your weak attempts at screaming for help. It grabbed you by the collar and began dragging you across the floor.

With no idea where it was bringing you, you began flailing about. The screams got louder and more desperate, your muscles began getting sore from your failed attempts of escaping and your skin was beginning to be rubbed raw from the friction of your nightwear against your neck.

This was the end. You were almost 100% positive you weren't getting out of this. Not alive anyway.

"Please... please get me out of here," you pleaded. You didn't know who or what you were praying to, but in that moment it was the only thing you could do.

- - -

"Please, stop!" your own screams woke you up, yet you were still disoriented and confused. You had no idea where you were, and your eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness of your surroundings.

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders, and with the dark figure still in your mind you began kicking and shoving. Whoever it was seemed to have a strong grip because no matter how much you tried pushing them off, their hands were glued to you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The person grabbed your wrists to keep you in place. Your breathing was erratic but you felt no threat from this person so you stopped your movements, albeit hesitantly.

Trying to get your breathing under control, you took a better look at them. It was a boy, probably around your age, with dark hair and tattered clothes. He seemed just as frightened as you were.

He slowly let go of your hands, and put his hands up to show he wasn't a threat.

"You alright?" he asked.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded slowly.

"I'm Spike," he said, giving you his hands to help you stand up.

Grabbing onto them, you were pulled up gently. You dusted yourself off and looked around - the place seemed very unfamiliar.

The dark sky expanded over the area, stars twinkling in the vast nothingness. Small, grey clouds slowly dissipated into the background, traveling away from you.

There were only a few people on the streets, some sleeping on the ground and others drunkenly singing outside of a nearby bar. Dirt lined the wet, cobblestone path, sticking to your shoes annoyingly.

"I'm Y/N. I wish we had met on better terms," you laughed awkwardly.

Spike smiled and shook his head.

"Surprisingly you aren't the first person I've had to wake up in the middle of the street."

You weren't sure what he meant by that, but you were half thinking it was a joke, so you didn't question it.

"So... where am I?"

"We're near Baker Street. It's just up there," he pointed behind you.

You nodded your head slowly, still looking around at the new area.

You had no idea how you were going to get home, or what you would tell your parents if they noticed you were gone from the house.

They knew you were a sleepwalker, but again you had never ventured out of the house at night. Much less so far away. Besides, they didn't know you had nightmares. Not only did you not have the heart to tell them, but in all honestly they would probably think you're insane.

"I'm sorry if I worried you. I don't actually know how I got here. I seem to be sleepwalking a lot lately," you said.

"Well you're in luck - because I might actually know someone who can help."

A smile spread across his face as he started to walk backwards towards a building with a little cellar door to the side of it.

"Care to join me?" he asked, more of a rhetorical question than anything.

With nothing better to do- and nothing really to lose - you followed the boy.

If there was a chance he knew someone who could tell you what was going on with you, you were gonna take it.

"You been having nightmares for a long time, then?"

You looked at him strangely, not knowing how he knew ao much about your situation. Something about him made you have no doubt in your mind that he could help.

"Yes, actually. My parents don't know what to do with me," you laughed. Many people didn't take you seriously when you said you sleep-walked. In their mind it entailed pacing around your room, or as most, trekking around the house. However for you it held a much darker and dangerous connotation.

You were so, so far from home already...

"Well my sister - who lives just there," he said, pointing to a cellar on your right, "- has been experiencing the same things."

"Started about a month ago?"

"Exactly," he responds.

- - -

Carefully climbing down the damp cellar stairs, you prayer this wasn't a kidnapping, but as you continued down you saw two young girls around your age.

One had dark hair, pulled back into a ponytail, and the other had curly hair sprawled across her back. Their conversation halted as their eyes rested on you.

Jumping back, one of the held a hand out infront of her sister in a protective stance.

"Don't worry, she's with me," mentioned Spike.

"Y/N, this is Bea and Jessie. My family," he gestured to the two girls.

You nodded your head in greeting, offering a small, awkward smile. You felt like you were intruding.

"She's been having the same problems as Jessie. I thought we could help - and you know we could use the numbers on our side," whispered Spike.

The girl who you assumed to be Bea sighed and rolled her eyes, annoyance etching across her face.

"We're in enough trouble as it is. You think adding another Ipsissimus to the mix is what we need?"

"Ip - what?" you interrupted.

You glanced around the room, uncertain of what was really going on. Jessie offered you a comforting smile and made her way to you. Gently taking your hand in hers she tried to explain.

"Ipsissimus. It's what I am. Really, it's quite a long story. You should sit down and we can talk," she said.

- - -

After a long winded conversation, you finally began to understand what was happening. I mean - it was unbelievable.

Everything was said with such detail and emotion that you found it hard to not believe. Of course it had taken some convincing, but after a while you agreed to meet them again tomorrow. Jessie had promised to help you figure your powers out - and in all honesty you wouldn't be opposed to visiting Spike again.

"I hope you guys know what you're doing," sighs Bea as you close the door to the cellar behind you.

Spike shrugged her off and went off to bed, excited to see you once more the next day.

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[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

Hey guys! I wanted to do something to celebrate 900 so I decided to throw together this little sleepover! I decided to make it slutty since I started writing smut and I thought that would be fun. Hoping this goes well, I’ve only done one sleepover before and it flopped so fingers crossed. Anyways, thank you so much for supporting me and liking my work, love you guys so much xx

Btw, I write for Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Arvin Russell, Nathan Drake, and Harrison Osterfield. I’ll be running this from now until Friday June 3rd

Masterlist

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💄 be/ask something horny

🎀 would you rather/ fmk/ any other game you want

🎟 I’ll rank whatever you send me, men, music, fanfic, food, anything

🧞‍♀️ a peak into the future, ask about my upcoming wips

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[oceanmusings]

Fandoms

I'm pretty chill when it comes to roleplays, some days I can't plot or be able to reply, but eventually I will respond to you!

If you want the same love interest as me we can instead just do like AU type universe instead, if you really don't want to I can find a different Love Interest (but some fandom's I won't be flexible)

the amount of ♥ is how much I am interested on rping it.

♥ - 1 (not interested)

♥ - 5 (absolutely would)

-cinema-

Marvel Universe | ♥♥♥

Status - watched most of the shows and movies, working on netflix shows (currently on "Jessica Jones, season 2") (9/23)

Notes - Won't write for any of the protagonist, this doesn't include the anti-heros. And I won't write for Yelena romantically, since she is aroace. Only platonically.

Claimed - Tom!Peter Parker, Michelle "MJ" Jones-Watson :: paired with Charlotte "Charlie" D'Angelo (fc, vaness marano) || Andrew!Peter Parker :: paired with Charlotte "Lottie" D'Angelo (fc, emmy rossum)

Star Wars | ♥

Status - Watched all the movies, The Mandalorian, Kenobi, and Andor. I haven't watched the clone wars or played all the games, so my knowledge is limited.

Notes - Won't write for villains, like Darth Vader (not Anakin)

Claimed - Rey Skywalker :: paired with unknown || Cassian Andor :: 0aired with Addimaev Carric (fc, daniella pineda) || Obi-wan Kenobi :: paired with unknown

Harry Potter | ♥♥♥♥

Status - read all the books and movies (except for the last fantastic beast movie, I refuse for obvious reasons)

Notes - I don't condone anything JK or some of the actors have done. I will shit talk and make this fandom my own and anything we do for the rp that will piss of JK is okay for me. But also I refuse to write Severus Snape, Voldemort, or Barty Crouch. Mainly any Death Eaters (Draco doesn't count since I like giving him a redemption arc and believe his dad forced him)

Claimed - George Weasley :: paired with Anna Diggory (fc, liza weil) || Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter :: paired with Karina Carter (fc, zendaya) || Fleur Delacour :: paired with Athena Owens (fc, jenny walser)

Marauders Era | ♥♥♥

Status - Gimmie all the headcanons, I will accept anything.

Notes - I won't write for Peter, mainly cause I just don't know him. IF you really want me to, send me things you like about him (like headcanons, fanfic, tiktok's) to help me get his vibe.

Claimed - Remus Lupin :: paired with Devyn Edwards (fc, eliza scanlen) || Sirius Black :: paired with Reese Sudsworth (fc, joseph quinn) || James Potter :: paired with Ava-Rose Wyatt (fc, holland roden)

-tv-

Daisy Jones and the Six | ♥♥♥

Status - Completed both the book and the show!

Notes - I will write for anyone

Claimed - Karen Sirko or Graham Dunne :: paired with Talia Montgomery (fc, zooey deschanel) || Daisy Jones :: paired with Andrew "Andy" Foster (fc, billy crudup)

Shadow and Bone Series | ♥♥

Status - Completed the show, read the Shadow and Bone books and the first Six of Crows book.

Claimed - Nikolai Lantsov :: paired with Elisa Volkov (fc, mathilde ollivier) || Genya Safin :: paired with Stafford Lantsov (fc, harrison osterfield)

Gilmore Girls | ♥♥♥♥

Status - Completed a thousand times, I technically have never seen the last season tho.

Notes - I'll write anyone.

Claimed - Paris Geller :: paired with Eloise Gilmore (fc, talia ryder) || Jess Mariano :: paired with unknown

Switched at Birth | ♥

Status - Currently on season 4 (9/23)

Notes - Will not write for John Kennish

Claimed - Tobey Kennish :: paired with Cora Shepard (fc, hayley williams) || Kathryn Kennish :: paired with Adalia Parker (fc, holly marie combs)

Charmed | ♥

Status - Have watched the originally many times, I haven't read the comics or watched the reboot.

Notes - n/a

Claimed - Paige Matthews :: paired with unknown

X-Files | ♥

Status - Currently on season 7 (9/23), and have never seen the movies either.

Notes - Will not write any antagonist (like the smoking man)

Claimed - Dana Scully :: paired with unknown || Fox Mulder :: paired with unknown

Teen Wolf | ♥

Status - Have finished the show to the point Stiles and Scott leave, wont go any further. (I trust Kai's judgment)

Notes - Won't write for Peter.

Claimed - Allison Argent :: paired with Adam Dorian (fc, milo ventimiglia) || Lydia Martin :: paired with Avery Primula (fc, sarah ramos) || Derek Hale :: paired with Sadie Price (fc, meghan ory)

Stranger Things | ♥♥♥♥♥

Status - Have watched all the seasons many times. Currently reading the books!

Notes - I won't write for Billy

Claimed - Robin Buckley :: paired with Daisy Hopper (fc, florence pugh) || Steve Harrington :: paired with Paige Evans (fc, kate hudson) || Robin Buckley :: paired with Vivianne Owens (fc, talia ryder) || Will Byers :: paired with Francis Levin (fc, aiden gallagher)

Supernatural | ♥♥♥♥♥

Status - Completed, have not watched "The Winchesters" (9/23)

Notes - n/a

Claimed - Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury :: paired with Lori Holt (fc, krysten ritter) || Sam Winchester, Castiel :: paired with Virginia "Gigi" Rivers (fc, alyssa marano) || Bela Talbot :: paired with Beau Rivers (fc, colin o'donoghue)

The Walking Dead | ♥♥♥♥

Status - Currently on season 8 (9/23)

Notes - Won't write for Negan or Merle

Claimed - Michoone Hawthorne, Daryl Dixon :: paired with Jennifer "JD" Moore (fc, jodie comer)

Criminal Minds | ♥♥♥♥♥

Status - Currently on season 14 (9/23)

Notes - n/a

Claimed - Spencer Reid :: paired with Arwen Valentine (fc, imogen poots) || Emily Prentiss :: paired with Michaela "Mika" Briggs (fc, tatiana maslany) || Any :: paired with Dana Hart (fc, deborah ann woll)

-literature-

Percy Jackson | ♥

Status - Currently on House of Hades (9/23)

Notes - Won't write for Luke

Claimed - Percy Jackson :: paired with Arely Wesseck (fc, natalia dyer)

The Raven Cycle | ♥

Status - Completed. Have not read Call Down The Hawk. (4/23)

Notes - n/a

Claimed - Richard Gansey, Blue Sargent :: paired with unknown

The Diviners Series | ♥

Status - Currently on The King of Crows (4/23)

Notes - Will not write for Jake Marlowe.

Claimed - Mempis Campbell :: paired with unknown || Sam Lloyd :: paired with unknown

-video games-

Detroit: Become Human | ♥♥♥

Status - Completed most endings.

Notes - Will not write Richard Perkins.

Claimed - Connor RK800, Markus RK200 :: paired with Alizarin Morgan (fc, suzy berhow)

Heavy Rain | ♥♥

Status - Completed, have seen 2 endings.

Notes - Will not write Scott Shelby

Claimed - Norman Jayden :: paired with unknown

Life Is Strange | ♥♥♥

Status - Completed, have seen both endings.

Notes - I have only played Life Is Strange and Life Is Strange Before The Storm. I also won't write for David.

Claimed - Chloe Price :: paired with unknown

Red Dead Redemption | ♥♥♥♥♥

Status - Completed both games. Only seen high honor.

Notes - I won't write for Micah Bell, Bill Williamson, and Hosea Matthews.

Claimed - Arthur Morgan :: paired with Emmaline Nielson (fc, jessica brown findlay) || Sadie Adler :: paired with Delilah Matthews (fc, rosamund pike)

The Last of Us | ♥♥♥♥♥

Status - Completed both games and show!

Notes - I will not tolerate Abby slander

Claimed - Joel Miller :: paired with Fiona Kelley (fc, molly parker) || Abigail "Abby" Anderson :: Camilla Miller (fc, unknown)

-anime-

Fruits Basket | ♥♥♥♥

Status - Completed the reboot

Notes - N/A

Claimed - Sohma Yuki or Hanajima Saki :: paired with Tamaki Sayuri (fc, rinka urushiba)

Cowboy Bebop | ♥

Status - Completed both the show and live action

Notes - N/A

Claimed - Spike Spiegel or Faye Valentine :: paired with unknown

Spy X Family | ♥♥♥

Status - Watched up to season 2!

Notes - Willing to do just 1x1

Claimed - Yor Forger :: paired with unknown

#fandoms #roleplay

[poguesholland]

Unfazed Interruption | Tom Holland

You and Tom have always had feelings for each other but never acted on them. The two of you share a moment and almost have your first kiss together when Harrison walks in, but that doesn’t stop Tom from getting the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: like two curse words, fluff.

A/N: This is probably one of my favourite blurbs I have ever written.

“Wait, there’s popcorn in your hair” Tom laughs making you giggle. He leans over to reach his hand and remove it, the distance between your faces almost nonexistent as you could feel his breath fanning your face. To balance himself, he places his free hand on your upper thigh, making goosebumps spread across your body. You look up and when Tom removed it he says “Done” looking down so his eyes meet yours.

His hand in your hair rests on your neck, his thumb on your cheek. “Th-thanks” you stutter out as a low whisper, as Tom’s face is practically less than 5 centimeters away from yours.

He clears his throat and mumbles, “Yeah, yeah- of course”. You keep the intense eye contact as the sexual tension builds and builds up. You tilt your head even more to be closer to his as his thumb slowly caresses your cheek.

Tom licks his lips as his eyes leave yours to ponder your lips then making eye contact again. You felt your heart skip a beat when he did that, not being able to help yourself and doing the same. Tom smirks when he sees you stare at his lips, moving his face a bit closer so your noses bump against each other.

“Tommy” you breathe out against his face, almost a silent plead to ask him to please stop teasing. “I know” Tom mumbles, his hand on your thigh grips it tightly. The hand on your cheek tilting your head to the side. You almost do a double take when Tom leans in.

You feel his lips brush against yours and as he was about to connect them, the door bursts open. You let out a shriek and turn immediately to look at the door. Harrison stands there about to rant before he looks up and sees that he interrupted something.

“Guys, for dinner would you like chicken or- Oh, my bad, I just really need to know before I leave you guys to finish whatever this is if you want chicken parmesan or-”. He seemed so unfazed for someone who just walked in on his two best friends making out but everyone knew it was bound to happen. It didn’t take a genius to see the way you and Tom felt about each other.

Tom notices you’re beginning to pull away and engaging in the conversation. He huffs before moving the hand on your cheek to grab your chin and forcefully turn you to face him, smashing his lips against yours, not giving you the chance to take in what was happening.

You’re taken aback as your body freezes before you melt into the kiss, your hands on both sides of his neck as he moves his lips so smoothly against yours.

“Uh- guys- um, I’m still here...” Harrison stutters before Tom moves his hand that was on your thigh to your waist, pulling you onto his lap in one swift motion while your lips continued their assault on each other.

Your hands move up to Tom’s cheeks to slowly pull him away from eagerly devouring your lips in the kiss to catch your breath, resting your head on his forehead. You pant as Tom impatiently moves his head down to your neck to leave a trail of kisses from your jaw to your lower neck, making you let out a small moan.

“Guys!” Harrison yells and you let out between your sighs of enjoyment, Tom not giving you a second to relax and collect yourself, “We’re- mm, we’re a bit busy- Oh, right now H-Haz”. You gasp as Tom lightly sinks his teeth into your neck, hand moving to tug on his hair making him groan into your neck.

“Gross” Harrison let’s out before leaving. Once he does, you interrupt Tom’s assault on your neck, which was challenging as it felt too good and he wouldn’t pull away. You connect your lips once again but this time it’s slow and more passionate than the last, you tug on his hair once more making him moan into your lips, the vibrations making you reciprocate a moan as well.

Once you both pull away, you keep your lips brushing over each other. You open your eyes to find Tom already looking at yours. “That was so embarrassing Tom, Harrison was right there” you whine but not really complaining since you enjoyed it. “I don’t care I wasn’t about to pussy out of kissing you like all the other times, and it definitely wasn’t going to be because of that div”.

You blush and look down, before Tom lowers his head to meet your eyes once again. “I don’t know why you’re so shy love, I should be allowed to kiss my girl whenever I feel like it”. “Your girl” you mumble shyly, your cheeks bright red as your play with his hair that was tangled between your fingers.

“Yeah, ‘s the truth isn’t it? Think I can call you that now, right?” he reassures you. You gaze into his eyes, “Finally, yes, please, call me anything- whatever you want, just kiss me to make up for all the times we were too scared to, Tommy- please” you needily beg him. Tom caresses your cheek to calm you down, “Forget about the past darling, we took our time but here we are now right? All that matters to me is that I’m right here with you, that’s all I could ever ask for”.

You nod and Tom looks at you adoringly, before leaning in to slowly capture your lips in a soft yet deep kiss. You release the kiss and let out a breath, resting your chest on his and hiding your head in the crook of his neck. He runs his hand through your hair as you both enjoy this moment. After months of longing looks and hidden feelings, you finally were together, and that really was all Tom wanted.

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summary: Bored and lonely while filming out town, Harrison starts sexting with a mysterious girl he met on social media. As their relationship grows, will they grow along as they go?

word count: 11.2k (!)

warnings: shameless flirting, mutual pining, fluff, idiots to lovers, dumb pop culture references, cameo from our gang, smut!, dirty talk, sexting, phone sex, light d/s dynamics, oral, spit play, unprotected sex, spanking, choking, all the good stuff

notes: FINALLY! it's been a long time coming, and big ups to @tommysparker for being so patient and providing bomb-ass second opinions. i hope you enjoy it! happy reading!

***

Snap, snap, snap.

The clicks of the camera are drowning in Purple Rain droning on the vinyl. In her black bustier top and blue lace thong, she strikes suggestive poses in her bed, the lavender beddings and warm string lights a soft background to an otherwise striking focus. She arches her back and angles her torso just right, sitting on her knees with her thighs spread. Bit by bit, she pushes the straps off of her shoulders and fondles her breasts, yanking down her bra until they spill out. Selfie button in hand, putting on a show for no one.

It’s Y/N’s new favorite pastime, taking smoking hot pictures of herself to put up on her naughty little blog. Completely anonymous, of course, with her face always conveniently cropped out. It started out as a self love project, an appreciation for her curvy form. But as time went on, her posts began to gain more traction, and honestly, who is she to deny free compliments and ego boost from complete strangers?

The likes and the comments start filing in, from the harmless ones like 'goddess! beautiful!' to the more aggressive ones describing what they want to do to her in graphic detail. One comment in particular catches her eye.

blue--moon commented: pardon my french, but WOW 😳

It's definitely someone new. She gets a like, comment, and a follow in that exact order. Naturally, she pulls up the profile to see what this person's about.

He/him. 24. Just looking.

His display picture is a pair of hands. Strong, veiny, beautiful hands with a metal ring on his middle finger holding the phone up for a selfie. And with a cropped selfie of lean, muscular, eight-pack abs (and yes, she counted), captioned ‘im hungry and dehydrated af in this pic but the things we do for validation amirite’, Y/N couldn’t resist shooting him a DM.

She's bored and lonely and a little shameless flirting with some random self-aware hottie sounds like fun.

Little does she know, the boy on the other end is just as bored and lonely and jerking off to some pretty girl’s tasteful nudes sounds like a nice way to end the evening. Purplish red lips caught between her teeth, tits bursting out of bra, wet patch visible on her practically sheer panties… how could he resist?

Harrison was just about to sneak his hand down his sweatpants when a DM notification pops up on top of his screen.

violetformyfurs: that’s a pretty proper comment for such an improper pic

He nearly drops his phone onto his face. He’d grown very familiar with that username in the last 5 minutes-- or rather what that username presented as her online persona. Witty, alluring, a little mischievous. It’s easy to let his imaginations run wild, but when she’s actually there to talk to, Harrison’s not quite sure what to do.

blue--moon: was that too prudish? i didn’t wanna be rude 🙈

Y/N smiles at his reply, his earnestness somewhat refreshing although she can't help wonder how genuine he is. There's plenty of fake nice guys online, after all. So she settles against her headboard and braces herself to test the waters.

violetformyfurs: I think it's cute. I like a good boy every now and then :)

Harrison's heart skips a beat. He's never really been called that before --never even thought about whether he likes it. But there's something about this girl that captures his curiosity...

blue--moon: oh? what makes you think im a good boy?

violetformyfurs: Idk just a guess lol

violetformyfurs: Could be wrong tho. You could be a bad boy, for all I know...

Harrison is freaking the fuck out. He's pretty new to this side of social media and he's never sexted with anyone on here. A part of him wants to go the suave route and be super charming, but he's not sure he can pull it off. What if he makes a complete fool of himself? In his panic, he goes for the more evasive response. Maybe a little emoji to make him sound less aloof.

blue--moon: and what if I am? 😈

violetformyfurs: Then you would be a different kind of fun, that’s all.

No hesitation, no pause. She replies within mere seconds of his message being sent. With that, his cock stirs awake faster than his brain can muster a vivid image of this girl claiming him as her dirty plaything. Toying with his release as she teases his cock in her mouth, between her tits, in her pussy…

blue--moon: shittt

blue--moon: i mean, pardon my french but

blue--moon: that does sound like fun

The devilish smirk on Y/N’s face grows wider. She loves sending boys into a flustered, incoherent mess. She can’t quite picture a face, but she can definitely imagine the quickening of his heartbeat, the red flush on his chest, the rising heat under his skin… it makes her quite hot and bothered.

violetformyfurs: What are you up to now?

It’s the oldest line in the art of sexting, and she is almost disappointed in herself for pulling such a fuckboyish move.

(Almost. She's still trying to read this guy, and she's not about to bring out the big guns for nothing.)

blue--moon: do you want the savoury or unsavoury answer?

violetformyfurs: Try me.

blue--moon: im looking at your pics

blue--moon: which are

blue--moon: wow, as I said so eloquently in french 😜

violetformyfurs: Lol thank you

violetformyfurs: I take it that's the savoury answer?

blue--moon: yep

violetformyfurs: So what’s the unsavoury answer?

Harrison pauses. He thinks long and hard, before he ultimately decides to not overthink it. He's no Casanova and the pretense will only bite him in the ass, so his best bet is to just... say what’s on his mind.

blue--moon: my unsavoury answer is that im looking at your pics

blue--moon: hand down my pants

blue--moon: thinkin abt all the ways i’d let you ruin me

And that’s when the pin drops. It feels like an out-of-body experience for him. It seems like the sensation on his cock goes straight to his fingers and he didn’t realize what he wrote until he’d already sent it. For a hot second, he thinks he’s royally fucked it up. She would tell him to go fuck himself or straight up block him.

Harrison puts his phone screen on lock, resting it on his forehead like a dumbass that he is.

And then his screen lights up again.

To be quite frank, she’s every bit as surprised and curious as he is. Most guys either maintain their bravado by saying shit that makes them sound manly and cool, or be too thirsty for her own liking. Either way, it turns her off.

But every once in a blue moon, someone would say it just right that it would pique her genuine interest. She’s not sure if it’s his words, his pictures, or just her, but she finds herself typing back three words to him. And those three words are more than enough to fuel him on.

violetformyfurs: tell me more.

blue--moon: i keep picturing you as a huge tease

blue--moon: playing with my cock and sitting on it and cumming on it

blue--moon: but you won't let me cum

violetformyfurs: bold of you to assume I'd touch your cock at all before you earn it ;)

Harrison swallows. Somehow the idea excites him more than any fantasy he'd had of her before. He loves a girl who gives him a hard time, and right now, he's having a hard time alright.

He reaches for his hard-on and starts absently stroking it, eager for her next message.

blue--moon: oh? tell me more

violetformyfurs: Well first, I gotta leave my marks all over your pretty neck

violetformyfurs: Little lipstick stains and love bites

violetformyfurs: Trail down your chest to your hip bone

violetformyfurs: And then come right back up and ride your face so you can show me how you earn it :)

He picks up his pace, letting his pre-cum slick his motion. But he pictures her in her bed, anticipating his response, and he doesn’t wanna let her down and finish so early. He wanted to show her he's worth her time.

blue--moon: fuck yes

blue--moon: i wanna taste you through your panties

blue--moon: pull it aside and eat you out real sloppy

blue--moon: let you ride my fingers too

violetformyfurs: Mm fuck yeah, you have nice hands too

blue--moon: they’re all yours

Y/N couldn't resist going back to his profile picture. All veiny forearms and slender fingers. And that ring… She slides two fingers inside her and pretends it's his, working her open, stroking for her pleasure. She likes to think he gets off on it, too.

violetformyfurs: Fuck yeah. Want you to make me cum all over you

violetformyfurs: And maybe if you're good, I'll put my mouth on your cock.

violetformyfurs: Lick the precum off of the tip of your cock, and then taking you deep down my throat

violetformyfurs: And I can go pretty deep too ;)

Harrison curses out loud. Oh, if she could only see him, pumping his hand around his dick faster, wishing it was her sweet mouth bringing him closer to the edge. And who knows, maybe she's out there, touching herself with the thought of him, too…

(She totally is. Panties hooked on an ankle and hips bucking up from her bed, she indulges herself with the idea of choking on this pretty boy’s cock.)

blue--moon: fuckin hell

blue--moon: please please please suck my cock

blue--moon: wanna cum in your mouth while im smothered in your wet pussy

violetformyfurs: Greedy 😏

blue--moon: can you blame me

violetformyfurs: Haha fair

blue--moon: god i bet you taste good

blue--moon: bet you feel so fucking good too

violetformyfurs: Mm, maybe I oughta ride your big hard cock too

violetformyfurs: Bounce on it hard and fast

violetformyfurs: Or maybe I should just.. sit there and play with my clit and clench around you?

blue--moon: ffffuuuuck

violetformyfurs: Which one will it be, baby?

blue--moon: whichever way you'll have me goddd

blue--moon: just wanna cum inside you

violetformyfurs: Beg for it.

She slows down her motions and her breaths, fingertips barely ghosting over her wet and swollen nub. Gosh, she's so fucking close; she just need a little more nudge.

blue--moon: please

blue--moon: wanna feel your little pussy squeeze the cum outta my cock

blue--moon: grippin me so tight

violetformyfurs: You close?

blue--moon: very

violetformyfurs: You wanna fill my pussy with your cum, watch it run down my thighs?

blue--moon: fuuuck yes please

violetformyfurs: Go on, then. Cum for me, baby

blue--moon: fckkkk

Harrison could barely send that last message before he falls apart all over his stomach, pent-up release painted on strong muscles contracting in waves of ecstasy. Chest rising and falling in exertion.

And she pictures the most beautiful sight under her, coming undone as she lets go, clenching around nothing although it feels like one of her best orgasms in a while.

blue--moon: holy shit

blue--moon: made a whole mess outta me

violetformyfurs: Can I see?

blue--moon: you sure?

violetformyfurs: Yeah.

Y/N bites her lower lip in anticipation. She's not usually one for boys' nudes (a lot of them don't know how to take good pictures), but orgasm has been had and either way, she has nothing to lose.

To her surprise, though, he doesn't send her a crude dick pic with horrible lighting. Instead, she gets a picture of his cock, thick and veiny like his arms, resting on toned abs bathed in soft golden light, splattered in his own cum, and she finds her pussy throbbing at the sight.

violetformyfurs: Wow 😳

violetformyfurs: I mean, pardon my French

blue--moon: lol thank you 🙈

violetformyfurs: That was fun haha

blue--moon: it really was… deffo wasn't expecting my evening to go this way lol

violetformyfurs: What, having a wank sesh with some random girl online?

blue--moon: or thinking abt a wank sesh while looking at this girl's pics and then suddenly she dms you out of the blue

violetformyfurs: 😂😂 call me psychic

blue--moon: imma call you magic

violetformyfurs: Haha, call me Violet.

Harrison taps his screen, typing up his response and deleting it again. He ponders whether he should give her his real name-- part of him really wants to. But then again, thirsty social media is a fickle thing and he would hate to get into trouble for lurking about in this lewd little corner. So instead, he decides up with something equally witty.

blue--moon: nice to meet you violet. im blue 😉

***

Morning shoots are the worst, and the only saving grace for Harrison is the coffee in his right hand. He occasionally joins the conversation with his co-stars Thaddea and Jojo on either side, but mostly he just scrolls through his Instagram mindlessly.

Well.

Until a notification pops up on the top of his screen.

violetformyfurs posted a new picture: Rise and shine 🌻💙

He immediately puts his phone down on his lap, trying to discreetly open it, even though his friends are not even two feet away from him.

And there she is. Her arm holding up the breasts he so wants to mark and devour. Her skin adorned with the morning dew of the shower, glowing from the sun streaming in from the window on her right.

He notices the blue heart emoji on the caption, and he can't help thinking this is her subtle way of calling out to him, hoping to get his attention.

(And of course, Harrison's only a man. His attention was caught very easily this way.)

Y/N’s phone buzzes in her jacket pocket as she walks to her morning class. And when she sees his username on her notification bubble, she picks it up immediately, thinking, hook, line, and sinker, despite the genuine butterflies in her stomach.

blue--moon: good morning indeed 👀

violetformyfurs: Never pegged you for an early riser.

blue--moon: im really not, but you're a sight for sore sleepy eyes

violetformyfurs: I would say the same about you, but...

blue--moon: im sorry darling, im already dressed for work 🙁

violetformyfurs: And what are you wearing?

She wants to kick herself for being so forward, but at the same time, she can’t help it. She can see him getting flustered wherever he is, knowing where this conversation is going. And God, she loves it.

blue--moon: a full victorian era suit

violetformyfurs: Ooh, tres sexy

He's not sure what gave it away; the quiet laugh or the goofy grin on his face, but his friends both turn to him at the same time. Curious and mischievous at the same time.

"What is it?" Darci pries, craning her neck to look at Harrison's phone.

He quickly closes the app and locks it. "It's nothing."

"I think the question should be who is it." Thaddea shoots him a knowing look, and he knows there's no escaping this girl's sharp eyes.

So he just answers dubiously, “Some girl.” he playfully shoves Darci’s arm away so he can get back to his message.

blue--moon: haha sure 🙄

violetformyfurs: Well, the more layers to peel off, the more fun, right?

blue--moon: idk your little bday suit looks pretty fun too

violetformyfurs: How so, my lord?

Harrison loves how sharp-witted she is. He pictures her, curious, head tilted to the side, calling him ‘my lord’ with a smirk. Eyeing him up and down, undressing him with her eyes. He somehow feels more naked in his suit and big blue coat than she is in absolutely nothing.

blue--moon: so i can kiss you and taste you and fuck you whenever and wherever

It’s short and simple and straightforward, and it sends Y/N clenching her thighs in anticipation. She likes the idea of this boy pulling her in and pleasuring her all hours of the day --bent over the desk, against the sink, laid out on the couch, in the shower…

“We’re ready on set for you guys,” a PA comes over to inform them, and Harrison fights the urge to groan like a child as he follows his friends out.

blue--moon: ah shit, duty calls

blue--moon: talk to you in a bit?

violetformyfurs: Try not to think of me in my birthday suit too much, Blue ;)

blue--moon: impossible 😜

He means it. It’s cold and muddy where he is, and all he could think of is this girl wearing his blue coat costume, nothing else underneath. God, what he wouldn’t give to dive under the material and get on his knees before her…

And unbeknownst to him, it is just as impossible for her to not daydream any further about this boy. She’s not sure whether his line about a Victorian suit is true or not. If it isn’t, that means he has a sense of humor. Y/N appreciates that-- maybe more than the nudes and the sexting.

If it is, well… she likes the idea of his muscular chest clad in one of those puffy white shirts, a la Prince Eric from The Little Mermaid.

He finally texts back late in the afternoon during her presentation for her Emotional and Conflict Resolution class, and she couldn’t rush through her conclusion fast enough. For a miraculous second, her priority for a perfect score takes a backseat to the possibility of a text from some random dude she met online last night.

Christ, what a simp.

“Thank you very much, Ms. Y/L/N, for a very insightful presentation. Next week, we will be delving into children’s literature…” she tunes out the voice of Professor Getty as she packs up her laptop and gets the hell out of the lecture hall.

She pulls out her phone out of her pocket and bites back a smile at the notification on top of her screen. At least her fumbling earlier wasn’t all for naught.

blue--moon posted a new picture: hope you’re having a wonderful day 💜

But it’s not the well wish that makes her heart skip a beat. Or the little purple heart to signify that the message is intended for ‘Violet.’ It’s the picture attached to it; the frilly low-collared white shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows…

A signet ring on his finger, gold glistening against his onyx phone case and marble skin.

violetformyfurs: I was gonna say something about your choice of wardrobe

violetformyfurs: But I’m just a tiny bit distracted by your hand.

blue--moon: like what you see? 😏

violetformyfurs: It’s alright...

blue--moon: i seem to recall you wanting to ride my fingers last night 👀

violetformyfurs: I did.

violetformyfurs: I do

violetformyfurs: That signet ring hits different, just saying

blue--moon: really?

violetformyfurs: Yep. Wonder how much better it looks, drenched in my juices

blue--moon: funny bc i was deffo thinking abt fingering you with it all day

violetformyfurs: It would be my pleasure, my lord.

blue--moon: and mine, milady.

“Harrison Jarrison Osterfield!” Jojo all but screeches into his right ear from the backseat of the car.

Harrison, of course, not realizing he'd been snooping, drops his phone in surprise and squawks, “For fuck’s sake, man!”

“You randy little fucker!” Jojo cackles almost maniacally, pulling McKell into it. “Bro, he’s getting steamy with a girl over text!”

“For real? Wahey!” McKell exclaims as he slaps Harrison playfully on the arm. “Let’s see her, then. Is she hot?”

“Oh, my God. Fucking hell, shut up!” Harrison groans, covering his beet red face in his hands. “I can’t fucking believe this…”

“Who knew, eh?”

“Our golden boy turns out to be a nasty little fella after all!”

The golden boy in question picks up his phone off of the car floor mat, and groans once more when he sees what he’d sent her accidentally. And her response that follows.

blue--moon: sldkf[;

violetformyfurs: ...What’s that supposed to mean?

blue--moon: shit! sorry

blue--moon: dropped my phone. my asshole friends being nosy.

violetformyfurs: 😂

violetformyfurs: I’m about to get on the tube anyway. talk to you when i get home?

blue--moon: sure. wouldn’t want some rando read our naughty texts over your shoulder, right? lol

violetformyfurs: Please. We both know You’re the naughty one between us, darling ;)

The blood rushes right down his cock as the memories of her come flooding in. Hell yes, he's willing to be the naughty one for her. So he endures all the teasing and takes all the piss his friends are giving throughout the car ride to their complex. He ignores the shit-eating grins they throw each other when he turns down their offer to hang out and play FIFA at McKell’s.

“I love you guys,” Harrison starts as he walks up to his door, “But you’re massive dicks. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

He enters his building with his two friends egging him on and humping a flagpole, mimicking the bass line of some sexy club music. For a moment carried away with the amusement and excitement of falling for someone new. For a second forgetting the fact that they’re just personas, tiny glimpses of themselves through the filter of social media.

There’s no new messages from her, and Harrison eventually decides to put down his phone to go shower. He notes the tent he’s pitching underneath his trousers, but decides not to do anything about it. Why jerk off to her, when he can jerk off with her at the same time? He knows his imagination is nothing compared to her and her unbelievable way with words.

And as time proves it, her message awaits him when he gets out of the shower, a gleaming little ray of light among bleak system updates and ad alerts. Bold and witty and somehow quite… romantic.

violetformyfurs: Honey, I’m home!

blue--moon: hey! feel like talking on the phone?

Harrison might as well just shoots himself in the foot. This is way too intimate at this stage. They just met last night, for God's sake, and not even in person! What was he thinking? If she hadn't ghosted him then, she sure will now--

violetformyfurs is inviting you to a voice call.

He freaks out all the same, although for a completely different reason now. He won’t have time to edit what he’s gonna say before he says it. What if he says the wrong thing? What if he sounds weird? What if she sounds weird? Oh God--

"Hi,” he greets her, friendly and even, trying his best to hide his nerves.

"Hey, stranger." There's a smile in her voice. Quiet, but warm nonetheless, and Harrison relaxes a bit.

"Hi," he replies, kicking himself over how stupid he sounds for saying hello twice, sitting himself down on the couch. Just go with the flow, he reminds himself. "Whatcha up to?"

"Eh, just lazing around in the bath, getting wine tipsy..." she sighs, water gently flowing in the background. "Treating myself."

His eyebrows rise, intrigued. "What's the occasion?"

"Psychology presentation well done, which-- you, sir, nearly cost me my grade."

"What did I do?!"

"You sent me that fucking text in the middle of my talk! Distracted me. Made me trip over my words,” she grumbles.

“Aw, I’m sorry…” he grins, not at all sorry that he makes her just as flustered as he is. “What was the presentation about?”

“The Horror of Grief in The Haunting of Hill House.”

“You did a study on Hill House?” Harrison feels the butterflies and fireflies in his stomach. There’s something very attractive about a hot girl who’s also a nerd. “Oh, I love that show!”

“It’s amazing, right?” she gushes back.

“I’m pretty sure I binged it all in one go,” he laughs, quiet and warm. “So what’s your, uh… hypothesis? Is that what it’s called? I don’t know, I’m not really an academic person.”

Y/N finds herself giggling-- thanking God she’s not the only one nervous. “Horror shows aren’t only a safe space to experience horror or thrill anymore. Hill House explores the reasons behind these horrors, the grief and the trauma, which makes it very… reflective for us as the audience.”

“So, no matter how scary the ghosts or the monsters are, it’s still a very human experience,” Harrison concludes thoughtfully.

“Exactly.”

There’s a brief lull between them, but they don’t mind it much. For a moment, it feels like a mundane conversation they’ve had a million times before-- going about their day, their favorite show, the little things they nerd about… I could get used to this, Y/N briefly muses.

“I’m actually doing something that has to do with horror and grief, too,” he pipes up, and Y/N secretly wishes she could curl up into his chest as they chat.

“Really?”

“It’s a… series, too…” he toys with the tassel of a throw pillow, “Hence the Victorian suit.”

“Are you an actor, then?”

He sighs. Being an actor is always awkward, people would ask if they’ve seen him in anything or ask whether he’s famous-- because he’s really not, he’s just starting out. It’s even more awkward when the whole relationship relies on anonymity.

“Kind of. All I do is wear these stupid costumes and fuck around with my friends, really.”

She rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t call that costume stupid…”

“Yeah, you liked that, didn’t you?”

“Hell yeah. The shirt? The ring?” Y/N throws her head back and moans for dramatic effect.

And with that, Harrison is gone and Little Harrison stirs in attention. “Don’t-- don’t do that.”

“What did I do?!” she parrots what he said earlier.

“Make those… obscene sounds.”

She scoffs playfully. “I’m sorry, is doing a period drama turning you into a prude?”

“Fuck you,” he laughs, fighting the blush creeping up his cheeks even though she can’t see it.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Check and fucking mate. She’s so much smarter than him and it turns him on more than he ever knows. “Well, yeah,” he bashfully admits.

She hums, light and airy, bringing the conversation to another lull. But the silence feels heavy this time. The silence of two people who are wildly attracted to each other, hearing each other’s voice for the first time.

Wanting oh so much to be together that they don’t know where to begin.

“What are you up to?” he asks again. But his voice is deeper, lower this time, and she knows exactly where he’s going.

“Told you, I’m treating myself. Bath, wine…” she purrs, playing it cool, “Orgasms.”

He swallows. “Are you touching yourself?”

She slides her hand between her legs, indulging in the shock of her fingertip meeting her clit. She’d been denying herself on any touch, and now she can let out a breathy sigh of relief. “What do you think?”

“Fuck--” he palms himself through his sweatpants, relishing in the sound of her voice. “Are you... thinking of me touching you?”

Y/N’s finger drags lower, running back and forth along her nether lips. “Mm-hm. Thinking of your nice, long fingers teasing me and stretching me open…”

“Do it then.” the words fall out of his mouth all too easily. “Tease yourself ‘til you’re nice and slippery, and slide a finger in for me.”

He hears labored breaths on the other end, and he honestly thought she’s gonna cave. And what a stupid assumption he made.

“Just one?”

Two words. That’s all it takes to get his cock straining underneath his boxers.

"One," he starts out, "...and then another."

Two fingers. She is truly an impatient thing, and so buries them inside at once and curls them in a way that makes her squirm. Y/N's breath hitches as her fingers thrust in, smaller than the one she wanted, but gives her the pleasant ache nevertheless. She lets out a low moan as she caresses that spot inside her.

"That's it, baby. Just like that…"

She doesn’t usually like pet names, but the way he calls her in his sweet, boyish voice drives her mad. She wouldn’t mind having it whispered in her ear as he holds her against his chest and fingers her.

"I don't think my hand can compare to yours, but--" Her moans echo in the bathroom tiles, and it sounds more angelic than any choir Harrison has ever heard in any grand cathedral.

“You sound so good, fuck…” Harrison shifts as he frees his stubborn cock. The irony of allowing himself some release by tightening his fist around his length is completely lost on him.

The corner of Y/N’s mouth pulls up into a half-smile as she hears a low, strained moan on the other end. “Are you touching yourself?”

“...Yeah?” the answer is painfully obvious, and yet Harrison blushes anyway.

She chuckles, low and lazy, and lets it die down into a sigh. “Wish you were here. I could use you to stretch me open and fuck me hard.”

Harrison groans at the sound of her sweet whine. “Fuck yes use me,” he rambles on, drunk from desire.

“Want you to pound into me while I kiss and bite your neck, you wanna know why?”

“Hm?”

Y/N shuts her eyes to regain some composure. She doesn’t wanna waver in the face of her subject after all. “So you’d remember how good you are to me.”

“Fuck, 'm so close...” he breathes, clenching his fist like he imagines her pussy would. His strokes grow more erratic, as if moving in syncopation with her moans and her movement.

It takes her everything to hold out and say, "Come with me, baby,” before the familiar warm tingle rushes through her veins and desperate moans crash through the line.

For a moment, there’s only light rustles of fabric and quiet sloshes of water on the line. Little noises that bring these strangers closer with every heartbeat, every breath taken in harmony. Somehow, somewhere in different corners of the world, two strangers find themselves tied a little closer together. Intimately close and safely distant at the same time.

Y/N eventually caves in breaking the silence. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"I could say the same about you," he retorts. "God, I feel like I need to take another… cold shower."

"Maybe you should," she giggles. "We'll catch up later."

"Right." He tries to hide the sliver of disappointment, but reminds himself that this may not be their last conversation. "Talk to you... soon?"

She bids him farewell and it's like the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. The soft ding of his notification sounds so crass compared to her. The content, however, brings a smile to his face.

A new post from his mystery girl, covered in bubbles, wine glass wrapped around her fingers. The picture is cut just above her smirking mouth.

violetformyfurs: Happy Friday from your favorite fancy bitch 🥂💦💙

***

Over the next six weeks, Y/N finds a fast companion in this mysterious guy called ‘Blue.’ The witty banters and flirty messages become a regular interaction. It’s an awfully convenient arrangement-- she is attracted to him enough to get off, but she doesn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of sleeping with someone new or face the possibility that he might be a bad lay in real life.

“I mean, I like to think I’m alright…” he said defensively about two weeks into their ‘acquaintance.’ “I’ve had zero complaints so far.”

“Show me the receipts then!” she challenged him jokingly.

He didn’t show her his Yelp page, of course. He did, however, control her Lush vibrator from his phone and teased the hell out of her until she lost count of her edges. It wasn’t until she threatened him through her teeth, “Let me fucking come or else,” that he finally relented and let her come three times over.

“Still think I’m bad in bed?”

She could hear the cocky smirk in his voice and she wants to wipe it off of him so badly. “Jury’s still out.”

“Wh-- How is that even-- that is ridiculous! Come on!” He all but squawked incredulously.

“I’m sorry! I still can’t objectively determine the proficiency of your mouth, fingers, and/or dick based on how you operate my Lush. That’s just not how this research should be conducted.” Y/N very consciously uses her ‘serious’ voice, although a light laughter trails behind.

“Alright, you nerd,” he chuckled. “I’ll let you pass, but only because it’s so fucking hot when you talk nerdy like that.”

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Mm yeah, talk nerdy to me,” he moans in humor, although there’s a truth to it, too.

(In the end, they stayed on the line and made each other come one more time before calling it a night.)

What’s better-- or worse- is that Y/N enjoys his company, too. His blazing thirst traps and quippy jokes all at once. It pops up at random points of her days-- over breakfast, in the middle of class, on her tube ride home.

Like that time he sent her a very tasteful black-and-white dick pic-- one of the very few he sent her. His uncut cock stands erect, his fingers wrapped around the base of his thick girth. The veins on his wrist and the ones along his curving length make her salivate…

And before she could respond accordingly, he sent another version of that image, this time framed that infamous Nickelback meme, captioned ‘been wanting to expand on more artsy formats wdyt’

violetformyfurs: Thank you for canceling my thirst with the unsexiest reference ever.

blue--moon: how dare you, nickelback is sexy af

violetformyfurs: ...Seriously?

blue--moon: they just get a bad rep, ok?? their music is actually pretty good

blue--moon: heard it's a good aphrodisiac too 😏

violetformyfurs: Lmao says who?

blue--moon: says me??

violetformyfurs: Alright, Nickelstan 👀

blue--moon: ugh so judgy 🙄 imma prove you wrong

(He made her a sex playlist that night. She stubbornly skipped the damn song when she touched herself to it. Out of principle.)

Some nights they didn't even have anything to do with sex. Some nights he would talk her ear off about his day while she prepares herself dinner. Other nights, Y/N would be buzzed from double espresso, ranting about her assignment or the undergrads’ papers she’s grading while he tidied up his flat. And when neither of them could sleep, they would just lie around in their own beds and talk about nothing.

“Oh God, We're young and beautiful; we should be out celebrating life!" he groans as he stretches, head hanging upside down from the edge of the bed. “Instead we’re talking about how homemade Nando’s will never taste the same as real Nando’s.”

“I think you’re just a bad cook,” she pokes fun at him.

“Why don’t you be the judge of that?”

“Ha, right.” the laugh comes out easy until she notices the meaningful silence on the other end. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Maybe... we can, I don’t know, hang out once I’m back in London.”

And then there’s that. Little abstract plans with indefinite dates. Subtle reminders that that’s all they are-- strangers. They might know all the minute details about each other’s body and mind... And none of who they actually are.

Not even their face.

It’s an unspoken agreement between them: he’s an actor, she’s on track to be a university lecturer. Both of them would be in big trouble if this naughty little secret gets out. So they settle on picking up little tidbits about each other. Just to give the illusion that they know each other. That they’re less lonely than they actually are.

Until they don’t have to be.

“Wow. Huh...” she thinks hard to collect her thoughts. Granted, he’s never done anything to cause her distrust, but she still needs to be cautious… right? “Sure. I mean, we’ll see. You probably won’t be back in a while, right?”

“I’ll be done in about a week, give or take,” he replies nonchalantly --or so he tries to be.

One week of their acquaintance felt like forever. They went from strangers to sharing childhood trauma in less time. But one week until they meet each other face-to-face… it’s too brash, too soon. She’s not ready. Her stomach twists and the palm of her hand sweats and --

“We don’t have to meet, of course,” he quickly adds. “I was just throwing it out there.”

But her heart drops. The possibility of not meeting now hurts more now that they’ve been presented the opportunity to do so, and she realizes just how much she wants to.

Y/N scratches her head, frustrated with herself. “I would love to, I just-- I don’t know what to feel about it yet. Can we put a rain check on this?”

“Absolutely. Take your time. Ball’s in your park.”

***

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking idiot!

Harrison internally kicked himself as he felt Violet withdrawing from him in that conversation. She’s completely fair not to trust him; he has access to her nudes and for all she knows, he could be a weirdo. He would retract his statement altogether if he could, if only it weren’t too late.

She assured him she’s fine, but he purposely avoided any talks of meeting up since then. Consciously stopped himself from saying shit like ‘someday’ on things they would do together. He didn’t even tell her when he got back to London. He’s simply grateful that things are slowly going back to normal between them.

Conversation is easy that snowy morning. Fresh off his run, Harrison finds amusement in her grumpy, sleep-deprived texts as he waits in line at his local coffee shop.

violetformyfurs: Is it not enough to snow on the last day of the term?

violetformyfurs: Do I really have to wait in a long line for coffee, too?? God????

blue--moon: just got off my morning run. hello you ;)

violetformyfurs: How do people live like this

blue--moon: out of sheer willpower?

violetformyfurs: Oh go fuck yourself.

blue--moon: 😂 in your defense, some of us don’t have to burn through a million papers til 3am last night

violetformyfurs: Wow, I told you to go fuck yourself and you jumped to MY defense?

violetformyfurs: Guess chivalry isn’t dead after all

blue--moon: call me your knight in shining Nikes lol

“May I take your order, please?” a bored-looking guy behind the counter snaps him out of his reverie.

“Sorry! Uh, can I have a medium hot Americano, please?” he smiles apologetically to him.

“Sure. Name?”

“Harrison,” he answers and pays quickly, sauntering over to the pickup counter to avoid any further embarrassment.

He stands there gingerly, next to the girl who queued in front of him earlier. Pretty cute, all bundled up in a knitted scarf and glasses perched on her nose. Their eyes meet for a moment, and she briefly smiles at him-- well, as much a stranger would out of courtesy. Harrison barely smiles back when she looks back down on her phone, which he takes as a sign to return his attention to his.

violetformyfurs: Haha. You’re hilarious. I’m dying.

blue--moon: you’re mean, thats what you are 🙄

violetformyfurs: I will stop being mean once I get

violetformyfurs: My

violetformyfurs: Coffee!!! 😤

“Hot Americano, medium?” the barista announces.

Both Harrison and the girl reach for the paper cup at the same time. The latter stops just before their fingertips brush against each other and takes a double glance at his hand-- or where the labels are on the cup.

There’s a split second pause before she asks the barista, “Double shot espresso for Y/N?”

Harrison’s eyes go wide. He knows that voice. He’s familiar with its rambles and laughs and whines and moans. He looks at the girl, then at her phone, then at his, barely aware of the exchange happening before him. He hears her speak and he hears her name, and his mind just clicks.

“Ah yes, sorry. Here you go.” the man behind the counter huffs, handing to her and turning to get another cup. “Oh! Another hot Americano. Medium, single shot for… Harrison?”

“I believe that’s yours,” she pipes up, her eyes following him curiously.

“Right. Um. Thanks,” Harrison absently says to the barista. He doesn’t walk away, either. Instead, he turns to the girl, “I’m really sorry, are you--”

“I think you’re--”

“Wait.” she holds a finger up, takes a swig of her coffee like she’s bracing herself, presses a few buttons on her phone, and looks at him expectantly.

Harrison’s phone lights up in his hand and he shows her the screen: violetformyfurs is inviting you for a voice call.

“Fuck,” they both say in perfect unison.

The barista stares at them confused and unamused. He quickly moves onto the next customer, and they swiftly move away from the counter. Both of them feel like they’re floating just above the floor.

“Is this really happening? This isn’t just my sleepy-ass mind playing tricks, right?” she thinks out loud, eyes wide and blinking slowly in disbelief.

Harrison shakes his head, still dazed from it all.

“Wow-- it’s-- I--” her phone lights up in her hand and she barely glances at it before putting it on lock. “Shit, I have to go. My class.”

“Wait! Can I see you again?” he asks immediately, worrying he’s gonna lose his chance. Although now that he’s said it out loud, he’s also worried that she might get scared off. “Maybe after your classes or when you’re not--”

“Meet you back here at 3?” she cuts in, her voice quiet.

Harrison loses all words and just nods.

“Okay. It’s good to finally meet you… Harrison.” her eyes crinkle as she says his real name for the very first time, as if figuring out the taste in her mouth.

He repeats her name over and over as she walks away, heading out into the cold. Loudly in his head, soundlessly on the tip of his tongue. Matches the name to the rest of her that he pieced out, bit by little bit in the past six weeks. What little he noticed of her in their surprise encounter earlier.

It suits her.

***

Y/N keeps opening and closing the message thread between herself and her mystery guy. And when she’s not, the thought doesn’t leave her the whole day. All she wants to do is to say, “Can you believe that we ran into each other totally by accident?” to the very person she ran into.

Harrison.

Whom she recognized by his hand when he reached for her coffee. She knows the line on the back of his hand like the back of her hand. And when she looks at the owner of that hand, it clicks.

Her last class of the day couldn’t go fast enough. She’s only there to monitor the final exams, so she spends most of her 2 hours sitting there, waiting, thinking. The stack of her previous class' exams are ungraded and untouched. And before she leaves campus, she barely makes a beeline to the bathroom to apply some mascara and lipstick.

She arrives at the coffee shop early, hoping she'd get a few minutes to prepare herself for this meeting. Maybe she can even dip if she gets cold feet.

How stupid of her to think she'd get any more time than she'd already had the whole day.

Harrison conveniently sits on a corner table by the window, typing away on his laptop with his AirPods on. He looks so cozy in his knit turtleneck, glasses perched atop his nose. He spots her right away-- sitting facing the door, there's no way he would have missed her.

(He wouldn't have missed her with his back to her, he thinks. Not this time.)

Y/N awkwardly motions at the counter, and they exchange an awkward non-verbal exchange of 'I'll be there in a bit, I'm just gonna order some hot tea to calm the fuck down.' She tries to very discreetly fix her hair, which probably looks a mess from the wind and the tube ride.

"Hey!" Harrison beams, AirPods and laptop cleared and tucked away from the table.

Neither of them are sure where they're going. She goes in with one hand and he's already leaning forward, and they end up in a funny half hug/half handshake situation. As much as it embarrassed the hell out of them, it also gives them reason to laugh at themselves.

"This is… so strange.” Y/N grimaces as she takes her seat opposite him.

"I know, I've never really done this before." he chuckles, warmth rising on his cheeks as he settles back into his seat.

She’s trying to find something to say, but she gets caught off-guard by his eyes. She was much too distracted by the shock and the overall physical presence of him. But his clear-framed Wayfarers frame his handsome face, emphasizing his dazzling eyes.

Blue. Like his namesake.

“You have very pretty eyes,” he breaks the silence with a quiet observation.

She bites the inside of her cheek, chucks it right back at him. “I could say the same about you.”

“That was a cheap line, wasn’t it?” the pink tinge returns to his cheek, although it doesn’t feel like it ever went away. He laughs and she laughs along, but he means it. Her dark eyes are warm and comforting on this grey, icy day.

“Ah, well, I’ll give it a pass,” Y/N coolly looks out the window. Then she flashes a cheeky smile at him, “This time.”

And with her bright personality, it lights a fire deep within his stomach. God, he likes this girl.

“So how’s your last day of class?” he smoothly switches back to casual small talk. “Did Sleepy Joe come through?”

“Right, yeah!” she beams this time. “He came into class just in the nick of time, and I’m... pretty sure he answered most of the questions?”

“Wahey, well done!”

“I haven't graded it, but it looks okay! Like, it’s coherent so far."

"So far." he reminds her. "Who knows, man, maybe he fell asleep halfway through a sentence and started... doodling Shrek or something."

"You're a man with peculiar taste, you know that? Shrek and Nickelback and all that…” she muses, purposely leaving the part where she thinks it’s cute as fuck.

“Come on, you like ‘em, too,” he goads her through his coffee cup. “We both know you’re not always into--”

“Into what?” Her eyebrows shoot up challengingly.

“The deep, important stuff that reflects… you know, the society in the past or present. Or future.”

“You sound like Sleepy Joe trying to bullshit his way through my class.”

The little inside jokes seem to flow easily then, as if they’ve had this conversation numerous times. And in retrospect, they have. Spread over many afternoons, over copious cups of tea. Just always with hundreds of miles between each other. Never separated by a mere foot length of a coffee shop table. Elbows nearly bumping.

Hands well within reach as they catch up like old friends.

Or old lovers. They haven’t decided on that yet. If their knees touch under the table, or their hands accidentally brush as they grab their cups, they say nothing.

And before they know it, they talk and talk until the barista quietly (but pointedly) comes up to them to say the cafe’s closing up. Y/N eyes glints at the sheer amusement of this innocent bystander, and Harrison struggles to keep his laughter in.

“He’s not really a big fan, is he?” Harrison snickers as the guy returns to the back of the counter.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s ecstatic. He just witnessed a meet-cute that held up a long line in the morning and now these assholes are back, holding him up at the end of his shift.” she rolls her eyes playfully. “I’m sure he thinks we’re adorable.”

Truth be told, they are.

And truth be told, Harrison is not quite ready to go back to being by his singular self just yet. So as they walk out of the coffee shop and reach the curb, he musters up the courage to ask,

“So what’s the rest of your night look like?”

“Probably just make myself some dinner, have a drink…” Y/N gingerly scratches the back of her ear. “Join me?”

And there it goes. A simple, two-word question, and a look on her face-- so subtle yet so beyond words- that tells him maybe she enjoys his company, too.

"Lead the way," he offers his arm.

She takes his arm and huddles up closer as she shivers from the cold gust of wind. The layers of clothing a stark contrast to their usual state of undress in their pictures, the surprisingly wholesome conversation at the cafe, the quiet walk back to her flat… they’re not exactly what she expected.

But maybe it’s just what she needed.

"So I gotta ask," she starts, and he knows where this is going. "And I don’t mean this in a nosy, possessive kind of way, but-- why didn't you tell me you were back in town?”

Harrison contemplates an excuse. He could tell her he’d just arrived, or he’d come back early on a whim, or he was planning to visit his mother first anyway. But he doesn’t. “Well… I didn’t wanna make it weird between us. Didn’t wanna make you feel like-- I don’t know. Like I’m pressuring you to meet me, you know?”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” she notes, and then coolly adds, “But honestly, I'm fine. If I feel like you’re pressuring me into anything, I’ll let you know, alright?”

“Of course.” he quietly smiles to himself, although he doubts it would ever come to that. He’d happily wrap himself around her little finger. So bold, so beautiful, so sure of herself.

Y/N catches his smile and finds herself doing the same, too. He looks at her like he’s perpetually in awe of her, and it makes her so fucking weak.

“And for what it’s worth… I’m glad we decided to meet up.” she puts a reassuring hand on his arm.

“I don’t think we had a choice the first time, technically.”

“Man, get out of here with your technicalities!” she jokingly shoves him away with her over-the-top John Mulaney impression, sending him laughing and stumbling on the slippery ground.

She leads him up to the second floor of her building, welcoming him into her humble one-bedroom flat. She half wishes she’d tidied up before she left this morning--she has empty mugs serving as paperweight for assignments she’s grading and her knit blanket balled up on one end of the couch because she couldn’t be bothered to fold it before heading to bed last night.

Not that it matters.

To him, the mess is as much a part of charm as the rest. He likes how her shelves have books stacked and lined up in no particular order that he recognizes, documents sticking out like white tongues and all. He likes how she uses a succulent as a bookend. He likes the Polaroid pictures and bills and reminders on the fridge, held up by colorful enamel magnets. It’s an extension of her that no amount of pictures or conversations can capture.

“So,” she pipes up as he studies the framed pictures and diplomas on the wall, making him slightly jump. “You gonna help me cook or what?”

***

Harrison makes himself useful by picking the music (No Nickelback, Y/N warns, and they settle on a more mutually liked Childish Gambino) and playing sous chef. And he’s a pretty good sous chef, too; sets up the ‘stations’ all neat and organized, chops up the vegetables without so much a chunk out of place, even though he’s rather careful about the amount of seasoning he puts in. He navigates the narrow space of Y/N’s kitchen well enough, hand instinctively landing on her lower back every time he slides past her and vice versa. Chattering away like it doesn't make their hearts skip a beat at that little touch. When the conversation dies down, they let the music fill the companionable silence.

Come dinner-time, they casually play footsie over flirty banters. He compliments her on her scrumptious cooking ("I'm simply using the spices your people colonized my people for," she side-eyes him in good nature.) He takes it as a challenge for when he cooks for her next time. And they go about it as if they're certain that there will be a next time.

And by the time they finish the bottle of wine, they're fully cuddling on the sofa, mildly tipsy and incredibly cozy. Shoes off and sock-clad feet up on the couch, Y/N folds her legs and leans them over Harrison's lap as she curls up on his chest, cheek smushed against his soft grey turtleneck. They're watching The Hobbit although the volume is low and they spend most of the time talking about something else.

"Isn't it funny how we basically put several dates together all in the span of one evening?" he chuckles. "We had coffee, dinner, drinks, Netflix…"

"Man, I don't even know where we're at anymore. I mean, you saw my tits before you even talked to me."

He hums lightly. "And what nice tits they are, too --pardon my French.”

She brushes him off, “Oh, please. Talk French to me any damn day, Harrison.”

He laughs, but says nothing else. When she looks up at him, she catches him deep in thought.

“What is it?”

“It’s just… funny to hear you say my real name.”

“Would you prefer me to call you ‘baby’ like we used to on the phone?”

Her words are playful, but the air swells around them in an instant. Suddenly the weeks and weeks worth of tension is very palpable. They instantly become very aware of how close their bodies are pressed together. His clear blue eyes darken, darting between her eyes, black as night and ridden with mischief. “Do I have to choose?”

She doesn’t miss his quick glance at her wine-kissed lips, and she quirks up a winning smirk. “Harrison, baby… You can have whatever you want.”

And just like that, they close the gap between their lips, neither knowing or caring who goes in first. Not a day goes by without them secretly picturing what kissing the other would feel like, and now that they’re there, as close as they can be, it’s like a sigh of relief. Talking to Harrison has always felt like a thrill, but in that moment, their words cease, fingers weaving into his brown curls, breaths syncing in, and Y/N feels… calm.

Well.

As calm as they can be, all enshrouded in warmth until the growing heat overwhelms them.

He wants more, more, more of her. The red wine is ten times sweeter on her tongue, and the faint smell of her clothes and her shampoo and her perfume just intoxicates him. And when she giggles at how he chases her kiss… God.

He murmurs something Y/N doesn’t quite hear.

“Hm?” she pulls away.

Harrison is quick to bury his pretty face in her neck, leaving a trail of soft little kisses to the back of her ear. Then, “However you want me, Y/N. I want it all.”

“Fuck…” she breathes out, pushing him back. Before he even computes, she pulls him up to his feet and leads him to her bedroom door.

Somehow the six-feet distance between her door and her bed feels like miles, and they’re tangled in the endless layers and layers of clothing to peel off. Harrison trips on his sweater and lands just at the edge of the bed. Y/N laughs at him until her own sweater gets stuck and he has to unceremoniously help her out of it. It's not perfect, but somehow it just makes it so.

The giggles turn into sighs as he undoes her shirt button one by one and replaces it with a trail of kisses down her chest. And the sighs turn into moans as his tongue and teeth get involved, marking and soothing her soft mounds. Leaving a wet patch on the sleek surface of the fabric, and a slick sheen on her smooth skin.

He gazes up at her in permission when his hand ventures up her back, right where the hooks are. She bucks up into him to let him do the honors. He undoes her bra in one swift movement of one hand, but then fumbles for a word at the sight of her bare-chested, spread-eagle like some obscene statue and he’s right there kneeling before her at the altar.

“Jesus fuck me,” is the first thing that comes out of her mouth, and he remembers the telling off he would get back in boarding school.

But far be it for Y/N to reprimand him for that. It’s ridiculous and nonsensical and completely honest. So she bites her lower lip in a discreet smile and remarks, “You like?”

“I love,” he sighs as he puts a pebbled bud in his mouth, one after the other, ingraining the feel of it on his tongue, on the pad of his thumb. The sound of her moans as he sucks and nips at it.

Y/N is completely shameless about reaching underneath her panties as she clenches for who knows how many times. The cotton is completely soaked through, but before she can indulge herself, his hand stops hers.

“No, let me,” Harrison all but whines, like a little boy threatened to get his toy taken away. His fingers hook onto the waistband possessively.

She lifts her hips, but slides slightly off of the bed anyway. He doesn’t seem to mind; his face is only closer to that spot between her legs after all. His hand trails a path from her ankle, along her calf, behind the back of her knee, up her inner thigh… over her glistening pussy.

He can’t believe she’s real.

He licks up her nether lips, slowly sinking into the folds. His tongue ebbs and flows on her clit and fuck if it doesn’t make her shiver. First gently, as if gauging her reaction, then sloppily. As if he can’t help himself. He’s ravenous and she’s allowed him to feast on her.

She is selfish in the indulgence of her pleasure. The moans that come out of her mouth shamelessly fill the room, probably seeping through the walls. Her nail-polished fingers tangled in his brown curls, keeping his head right where she wants her. She chases his mouth with her hips, curves arching and aching to be devoured. He takes and takes and takes, and she wants more, more, more.

"Harrison…" Y/N tugs at his hair a bit. "Your fingers."

And Harrison has heard this request a million times. Only this marks the first time he can actually give her what she wants.

He pulls away to see his middle finger trace the outline of her cunt, watching her clench around nothing at the slightest of the touch. He reaches her clit and rubs circles around it, pressing it gently to let out the beautiful breathy moans from her lips.

"Is there where you want me?" he teases her, a shit-eating grin hidden behind a bite on her thigh.

She groans in response. "You know exactly where I want you."

"I really don't," he replies matter-of-factly, puppy dog eyes staring up at her. "Maybe I need you to tell me."

She's so close to her orgasm, and yet she's inching further and further by the second. "Inside me, god-fucking-dammit!” she urges through her teeth, her grip on his hair sending him enough surge of delicious pain down his spine.

And sends him in line, too.

“You like that, baby?” Y/N pulls his hair back and watches his eyes shut closed in pleasure. “You gonna be good and fingerfuck me like I told you to?”

“Fuck yeah.” he breathes, licking up at her one more time, and in a split second of eye contact, he spits right on her sopping cunt before he sinks his middle finger into her.

Caressing her. One finger and then another.

And she swears she might just come right then and there. No toy, no fantasy could ever amount to this.

To him.

“Harrison…” she whimpers, not knowing whether to grind into his hand or grab a fistful of his hair to steady herself. In the end, she does both.

His motion picks up to an incredible pace, fingers switch rapidly between fucking her and rubbing her, moving so fast he's practically slapping her clit. It sets her body on fire, and she gladly goes down trembling and thrashing in her burn for him.

In her haze of orgasm, she barely registers Harrison crawling up over her, pressing light comforting kisses on her chest. But she needs air, and she seeks it in his kiss. Her own arousal on his mouth brings her back to life, and she laps at the remaining juices on his chin, before kissing him deeply, properly.

"Holy fuck," Y/N says between labored breaths. "You eat pussy like a porn star."

"Still think I'm a bad lay?" he smugly pokes fun at her.

"I never said you were! I'm just saying, statistically, there's a chance that you might be…" she pouts in protest.

"Sure. 'Statistically.'" he rolls his eyes sarcastically, prompting her to turn them both over so she's on top.

And God, what a sight he is, sprawled out in her bed like this. No amount of good angles and quality photographs can ever capture this moment so… authentically. The streetlight illuminates the gentle rise and fall of his chest through the window. In this close proximity, she can closely admire the slope of his nose and the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His kiss-swollen lips turn upward in a smile, and Y/N doesn't even try to resist the urge to bring her own lips to his again.

There's no pretense in their kiss. The walls of courtesy are knocked down, and they bear no shame in their want anymore. She's been dying to explore him, and he's more than ready to give all of himself to her.

Y/N guides his arms over his head, drawing lines over the bumps and ridges of his lean muscles. She gently squeezes his wrists, and he's all too happy to oblige in keeping them in place.

"Excited, are we?" Her thigh brushes over the tent he's pitching, and she can't help but tease him.

He only blushes when she peels off his boxer briefs. She doesn't touch him there yet, of course-- she laves at his hip bone and inner thighs, avoiding his glorious hard-on. His lexicon seems to have left him when she makes her way down his abs. The only words that stay with him are praises in her name and curses to the beautiful agony.

"Y/N!" Harrison whines.

"Alright, alright…" she relents with a light laugh as she finally swallows his cock whole, all at once.

He feels his soul getting yanked out of his body as he hits the back of her throat the first time. Y/N takes a moment to even out her breath, but soon bobs her head up and down along his thick length.

Suddenly keeping himself in place isn't such a small feat anymore. He fists at the bedsheets to stop himself from grabbing her hair. But his hips buck up into her as if without his own accord, making her gag.

"Sorry! Sorry--"

"Eager, are we?" She smirks, glancing down at the precum leaking out of his purplish tip.

"I need to be inside you before I bust, I swear to God…" he sits and pulls her back up with him, her thighs straddling his.

"Can't help it. You taste so fucking good." Y/N chuckles, nuzzling his nose.

"Yeah? Show me."

Her stomach flips as she cups her face. It's a strangely tender moment in this otherwise obscene activity. He tilts back, letting the warm light wash over his features, and she briefly wonders if he's carved by the gods. Her thumb traces his lower lip, flesh instead of marble, and kisses him languidly. His cum and hers melding into one, tasting like absolute heaven. And before long, the thought of his cum and hers melding inside her takes over her mind until there’s absolutely nothing else.

She doesn’t even tease him. No. She lines his cock onto her entrance and bottoms out in one go. All words go out the window. Only breaths spelled out on each other’s mouth. Limbs tangled up as close as can be. Bodies overwhelmed with the delicious pain of being stretched out by his thick girth and blinding grip of her inner walls.

Almost all words.

Harrison whispers her name, kissing her wherever he can reach her. He doesn’t say it, but the words he said earlier echoes back in her head. However you want me, Y/N. I want it all.

And God, she wants it all.

She rides him hard and fast, and he meets her halfway on every thrust. They somehow find their pace in an off-beat rhythm, peppered with lips and hips colliding in the dirtiest fashion. His hand wanders down to her clit, sending the rest of her body in another wave of pleasure until her pace falters.

Y/N clings onto him like she’s gonna get washed away otherwise. And he holds onto her, like he’s afraid she’s gonna disappear as she logs off every night for the past six weeks.

But she’s here, and so is he. And that’s all that matters.

“Fuck me…” she sighs, burying her face in his neck.

“Are you saying or are you asking?”

She giggles, and he can’t imagine ever being tired of her voice. “Both.”

“Say no more, baby.” Harrison squarely kisses her hair and lays her down on the crumpled-up bedsheets.

He kneels before her, his beauty only rivaled by Michelangelo’s David, and slides into her once again. He takes a sharp breath and the Greek statue comes to life. She likes that she has that effect on him. She wraps her legs around his tiny waist, silent claiming him mine, mine, mine.

“You feel so fucking good, what the fuck?” Harrison feverishly rambles, pounding into her in tight, shallow strokes.

“Yeah?” she gives him a sharp smack on his ass. “Get to it, then.”

“Do that again and I just might.”

Smack! It sends shivers down his spine, and he can’t get enough. He quickens his thrusts with every time her palm lands on his ass, and the idea of her handprint on his skin turns him on beyond belief. And when her delicate hand finds her way to his neck, squeezing him into a new height of ecstasy… he’s done for.

“Harrison.”

He spills out her name and his release at the same time. And in the warm spray of his release, she finds hers. Clenching and contracting until they’re both left sweaty and breathless in their own mess. Piling on top of each other in comfortable silence.

“Hey, stranger.” he leaves a peck on the tip of her perfect nose. “Whatcha thinking?”

She ponders over the word he used. Stranger. She ponders over how strange it is that he’s never felt like one to her. And even stranger that they have forever and a night to get to know each other. So she simply shakes her head and says,

“Nice to meet you.”

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[lauras-collection]

call me names ✮ h.o. smut ✮

harrison osterfield x female reader

|| Masterlist ||

Summary: harrison makes a certain fantasy of yours come true. and maybe there’s something being discovered about his desires as well.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings:  SMUT 18+ [warnings under the cut], i think that’s it considering this is basically pwp lol

A/N: Enjoy this filth!! :) very happy to finally post something for harrison again :’)

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️ 

smut warnings: degradation kink (name calling: slut, whore), sir kink, dom!haz, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, finger sucking, not really choking but he’s got his hand on her throat, pussy slapping

You’ve been with Harrison for a while now, and there’s really nothing to complain about. He’s a great boyfriend, a generous lover. But sometimes, you wish he’d just be a little meaner. At least in the bedroom. You love it when he’s soft and gentle with you; you really do. It’s just that you need a little more every once in a while.

You contemplated if you should bring it up to Harrison for a while. You don’t want him to feel like he doesn’t satisfy you because he does. But he loves you, and you’re sure that he’d do anything for you. Including calling you names in bed.

Listen, you don’t know where that kink is coming from. And if some random person would call you these names, you’d fight them. But that doesn’t change the fact that even thinking about Harrison calling you a slut while he’s fucking you is enough to soak your panties.

At first, you weren’t sure if Harrison was comfortable with doing that. You told him it was fine if he didn’t want to. But then, one night changes everything.

Harrison takes off his suit jacket as soon as you enter the flat. You watch him roll up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing the veins on his forearms that have you weak in the knees every time. You’d been to a fancy dinner with some of your friends, and you’ve been ready to rip his clothes off ever since he put them on.

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around Harrison’s neck, and his hands move to your waist as he leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips. 

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He whispers against your lips.

“Only a few hundred times.” You smile, your cheeks heating up because they do every time he looks at you like that. Like you’re the most mesmerising thing he’s ever seen.

“You’re so beautiful. And just to make that clear, you’re always beautiful. Not just tonight.” 

“Thanks babe, you’re beautiful all the time, too.” 

His smile widens as he tightens his grip a little to pull you even closer. “Thank you, darling. I’m glad we’re home now, though.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” 

“It was a real struggle not to bend you over the table and fuck you in front of all our friends.” His eyes turn dark, and you bite your lip, warmth pooling between your legs.

“That so?” You feel his length pressing against you through his clothes as you start to place soft kisses against his jaw.

“Hm. Yeah.” He hums, his hands finding their way on your back to undo the zipper of your dress. Not long after, the material is pooling around your hips. The dress allowed you to go braless, much to you’re boyfriends delight.

“Fucking hell, you’re so gorgeous, baby.” He cups your breasts in his large hands, thumbs running over your stiff nipples. You press yourself even closer against him and start to open his dress shirt. Every opened button revealing more of his toned chest. It makes you salivate.

When all buttons are finally undone, you push the material over his shoulders, and you take a moment to just look at him. He’s gorgeous. 

Harrison moves the two of you towards the bed until you feel the mattress against the back of your knees. Then he rids you of the rest of your clothing until you’re standing completely naked before him. 

Harrison licks his lips. “Lay down for me.” 

You do as you’re told, never breaking eye contact. You spread your legs, Harrison’s eyes moving to your glistening core. He runs his hand over the bulge in his slacks before popping the button and taking them off. You expect him to take off his boxers as well. Instead, he lays down on his side next to you, his fingertips running over your body ever so gently, causing goosebumps to rise all over your skin. 

He takes his time with you, placing kisses on your collar bones and neck but avoiding your lips because he knows how much you want him to kiss you. He’s caressing your thighs, but every time you think he’s going to finally touch your pussy, he moves his hand away again. Seems like he’s in the mood to tease you tonight. 

“Please.” You beg as you bury your hand in his curls, messing up his carefully styled hair.

“Please, what?” He smirks before placing a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Touch me.” You pull his head closer to kiss him, and he lets you. His tongue meets yours, and you feel intoxicated by his taste. And then suddenly, his fingers are gently rubbing against your clit, and you moan into his mouth. You lift your hips subconsciously, trying to get closer to his touch. You want him to pick up the pace, to get you off. You’re so frustrated already. But he keeps his touch slow and gentle.

“So good for me.” He murmurs, his fingers teasing your entrance ever so slightly.

“More.” You moan, and for a short moment, Harrison obliges, dipping his fingertips inside you, but that’s not enough. You whine, “More, please.” 

“Hmm, greedy little thing.” Harrison’s voice has a dark tinge to it you’ve never heard before, and at the sound, your insides flutter. 

He moves his thumb over your clit, and you let your head fall back, your mouth opened in a silent moan. Harrison uses the opportunity to place more kisses on your skin. You can feel yourself inching closer to orgasm. Your fist tightens in his hair as you widen your legs even more. But just before you’re pushed over the edge, Harrison’s fingers are gone. 

You huff out a breath, relaxing the tenseness in your body. 

“I love you, you know that?” He asks, a small smile on his face as his hands move over your body lovingly.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” He smirks, and with that, his hand is on your pussy again. “How does that feel, baby?” 

“So good.” You whine, just barely being able to press out the words as Harrison keeps running his fingers through your folds and rubbing circles against your clit slowly.

“Yeah?” 

You only hum as an answer, one of your hands gripping onto the bedsheet tightly while the other is tugging on Harrison’s hair. He’s pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck again, his fingers picking up their pace just barely, and you can feel yourself reach the edge again. 

You bite your lip as the knot in your belly tightens, and your toes start to curl. 

You’re so close.

Harrison can tell, so he removes his hand from your core and caresses your thighs instead. You whimper your protest, widening your legs, but Harrison just chuckles darkly.

“You want me to make you cum so badly. But not yet.” He places a kiss on your jaw before capturing your lips in a heady kiss. 

His hand returns to your cunt, and you sigh in relief at finally being touched again. But the relief doesn’t last long. Soon enough, you’re arching your back again. Harrison’s lips wrap around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling on it, and it’s driving you mad. 

He enters you with one finger, crooking his finger just right, making you moan loudly. He moves to the other nipple and adds another finger. You’re close again, and all you wanna do is cum. You writhe under him, trying to find the perfect angle that’ll push you over the edge. But Harrison isn’t having it, pulling away just in time for your orgasm to simmer down. 

You don’t even realise you’re whimpering until Harrison’s hot breath hits the side of your face, and he whispers in your ear. “You’re such a whiney baby, aren’t you?” His lips graze the shell of your ear as his voice makes shivers run down your spine. “Open up.” His stern voice makes even more wetness pool between your legs as you open your lips for him. And then his fingers are in your mouth, and you’re sucking your juices off them. You can’t stop the hum in your throat as you taste yourself on his fingers. You can’t get enough of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Harrison asks after he pulls his fingers out of your mouth again. “You’re so good at sucking anything I put in your mouth.” The corner of his mouth lifts into a cheeky smirk.

“Yes.” Your eyes flit to the tent in his boxers, but Harrison shakes his head.

“Not today baby, tonight’s all about you.” His hand goes to the back of your neck and pulls you into another kiss.

“But I love sucking your cock,” You pout, causing Harrison to chuckle lowly.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He places another soft kiss against your swollen lips. “I love your mouth.” You lean up to kiss him more deeply, but Harrison pulls away after a few seconds. “Turn around for me. On your forearms and knees.” 

He’s bossier tonight. More than usual. You don’t know where this is coming from, but you’re not complaining. Bossy Harrison is hot. You do as you’re told, presenting yourself for your boyfriend, who moved to kneel behind you after discarding his boxers. 

“Good girl.” His hand runs over your back until it’s back at the nape of your neck, his other hand on your hip. You can feel the tip of his cock on your ass, and you can’t wait to have him inside you. “I’m gonna fuck you now. And you’re not gonna cum until I give you permission okay?”

“Yes, Sir.” It was supposed to be a joke, but the way his grip tightens, you don’t think it’s a joke anymore. 

Harrison guides himself inside you, and you sigh at the fullness of finally being filled with him. All night he’s been teasing you, and now you get to feel him. He starts out slowly at first, but then he’s pounding into you, and you’re close again, mewling at the intense pleasure. 

“Suck on my fingers.” Harrison commands as he hovers over you. You open your mouth again, and then his fingers press onto your tongue, and you start sucking. “Such a greedy little slut, sucking on my fingers like that” Your walls tighten around his cock at his words, and you moan around his fingers. You push your hips up into his, and he curses, pausing his movements for a moment. 

“But you’re my greedy little slut, aren’t you? My personal little whore who just loves to suck my fingers, or my cock. Because you can’t get enough of it, can you?”

You don’t think he expects an answer, but then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and grabs your face, not strong enough that it would hurt but with enough force to have your lips jut out.

“Answer me.” His eyes are dark, and it takes everything in you not to cum right then and there.

“Yes,”

“Yes, what?”

“I can’t get enough of your cock.” You pause a moment, then add, “Sir.” 

“Good girl.” He places his fingers in your mouth again, and you waste no time and start sucking again. “Fuck, you make me so hard, baby.” 

You can feel your body tingling already, your orgasm so close. 

“Please, can I cum?” You press out, but Harrison’s fingers are still in your mouth, causing your words to be muffled.

Harrison slows down his thrusts. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” The tone of his voice lets you know that he knows exactly what you said. His thumb is caressing your cheek, and then he’s pulling you up against his chest, his arm going around your waist as he stops his thrusts completely. 

He takes his fingers out of your mouth again, placing his hand on your throat instead as he nuzzles his face against your neck. His cock is pulsing inside you, and you’re shaking with need.

“Look at you. Such a gorgeous fucking slut for me.” His free hand moves to between your legs, his fingers teasing your clit. “Whose pussy is this?” 

“Yours.” You pant out as you try to circle your hips to get a little bit of friction.

A guttural moan leaves your throat as Harrison smacks your clit. Your head falls back against his shoulder. You’re still shaking, ready to burst.

“Let’s try that again. I said whose pussy is this?” 

It takes you a moment to realise what he’s asking of you. You bite your lip before you answer, the tingling in your belly almost unbearable. “Your pussy, Sir.” 

“That’s right.” 

And then he finally starts moving again, guiding your hips on his cock slowly. You hold onto him as best as you can, but soon both of you realise this position maybe isn’t the most comfortable. 

“Wanna look at you when you cum, baby.” Harrison grunts and helps you lay back down on the bed before he positions himself between your legs again. 

And then he starts thrusting into you, the tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot, and all you can do is writhe underneath him. He reaches for your hands, tangling his fingers with yours and placing them above your head as he hovers over you. 

He captures your lips in a messy kiss and then picks up his pace. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you relish the way he’s making you feel. His pelvic bone rubs against your clit with each thrust, and it doesn’t take long until you’re squeezing Harrison’s hands tightly, trying your best not to cum yet.

“Look at me.” Harrison presses out, and you immediately open your eyes to be met with the most incredible view of your boyfriend above you. His messy curls falling into his face, a dazed look in his eyes. “Cum for me, Y/N. Wanna feel your cunt milk my cock. Fuck.”

Your body tenses before your orgasm washes over you, the tips of your fingers tingling as your walls tighten around Harrison. That’s all it takes for him to reach his peak, his cock twitching you before he releases his hot cum inside you.

You detangle your hands from his and wrap them around his torso as he collapses on top of you with heavy breaths.

Both of you take a few moments to calm down, then Harrison places soft kisses on your shoulder before pulling out and moving so he can look at you properly.

“Did you like that?”

“I loved that.” 

A/N: I hope you liked this. Uhm, yeah. Not much I’ve got to say. lol. I’d love to hear your thoughts!!! <3

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