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lauras-collection · 3 years

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my adorable prince ✮ h.o. smut ✮

harrison osterfield x female reader

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Summary: You get to watch the first episode of your boyfriends new show early and you can’t get over how adorable he is. Harrison tries to prove you wrong. (unsuccessfully)

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (soft, oral [f receiving], face sitting, fingering, unprotected sec, cockwarming), established relationship

A/N: Happy The Irregulars release day!!! I got to watch the first episode early and that inspired this so I hope you like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Harrison had anxiously been awaiting the moment that you got to see the first episode of the show he’d been working on for one and a half years. And the time had finally come. You’d gotten cosy on the bed to watch the early screening, Harrison’s laptop connected to the TV, and now the credits are rolling over the screen.

Harrison turns to look at you, eager to hear your thoughts. You lift your head from his shoulder and give him a wide smile.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.” he laughs, his eyes almost squinting shut.

“It’s true!”

“Whatever you say” Rolling his eyes playfully, he squeezes your side.

“I’m so proud of you, babe,” You say, your voice now serious. Harrison has worked so hard, and now he’s finally stepping into the limelight, getting the recognition he deserves. There’s not a shred of doubt in your body that this will be his big break.

Harrison smiles warmly and pulls you into a kiss. “Thanks, love.”

You think back to the way his character stumbled over his words when talking to his love interest and can’t help but smile. “So adorable.” You whisper against his lips.

Harrison growls softly, “I’ll show you adorable.”

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try” And with that, he moves you so he’s laying on top of you between your legs that you now wrap around his waist. “I already like where this is going” You smile as you run your fingers through his soft hair, gently scratching his scalp with your fingertips.

Harrison covers your neck with kisses before nibbling and sucking at your collarbones. His hands wander under your shirt, moving it up your body while he caresses your skin. Your nipples stiffen when his thumbs gently brush against the underside of your breasts.

You move your hands from his hair to grab the fabric of his blue shirt, pulling it over his head. His lips leave your body momentarily, and as if to not waste time, he quickly pulls your shirt over your head as well.

With a movement he’s perfected over the time you’ve been together, he rolls over, so you’re now on top of him, your naked chest pressing against his. You dip your head down and kiss him, your tongue sliding over his lips until he opens up for you.

You feel Harrison’s hands wander over your bare back before he grabs your ass, squeezing your cheeks in his big hands, and you can’t help but moan. You push your hips against his, his arousal apparent by the bulge that’s pressing against your covered core.

His hands slip under the fabric of your leggings and underwear, slowly pushing the material down your body. Getting impatient, you pull away from his lips and help him to undress you before doing the same to him.

And then you’re both naked. Standing at the end of the bed, you take a moment to admire the beautiful man that is your boyfriend. His skin is glowing golden in the soft light, his hard cock resting against his abdomen and his eyes shimmering as they rake over your body.

“Need you” the words slip past your lips without you even realising.

“C’mere, baby” He motions you closer with his hands, and you gladly comply, climbing onto the bed and shuffling over to him on your knees. “Take my hand.” He whispers, and you do so without hesitation, your fingers tangling with his. And then he gently tugs at your hand, motioning for you to come even closer.

He sinks down the headboard until his head is resting on the pillows, and when he pats his chest with his free hand, you finally realise what his plan is.

“You sure?” Harrison hums in affirmation, his hand squeezing yours gently. With shaky movements, you position your knees on either side of his head. He lets go of your hand to place both of his on your thighs to support you. With a tight grip, you cling onto the headboard as you feel yourself getting worked up just from being in this position.

Harrison places a few kisses on your inner thighs, the pressure of his fingertips getting a little more intense. “You’ve got the prettiest cunt. Have I ever told you that?” He asks, his breath hitting your heat. Your whole body is starting to tingle and you have to close your eyes.

“About a million times, yes.” You press out, and Harrison chuckles.

“And I’ll probably tell you about a million times more” And then he wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you down until his tongue sweeps through your wet folds. “So wet for me.” He hums, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking on it. He eats you out like his life depends on it, every flick of his tongue causing the coil in your stomach to tighten. You whimper, your walls squeezing around nothing and you can feel Harrison chuckle against you, pushing you even further towards the edge.

“Fuck.” you gasp, “Need your fingers, Haz” You manage to press out, and it doesn’t take long until you feel his fingers gathering your wetness and pushing into you. Your hips pushing against his face making Harrison hum as he crooks his digits, the pads of his fingers finding your g-spot, making you moan.

You feel the tingling in your lower belly increasing, your muscles tightening as you remove one hand from the headboard to place it on Harrison’s that is still holding onto your thigh. Your fingers slot between his, and you squeeze them tightly as your orgasm washes over you. Your back arches, your hips rutting against Harrison’s face on their own accord, for a moment you’re scared that you might’ve hurt him, but when you look down, he’s looking up at you with a glint in his eyes, and even though you can’t see his mouth you know he’s grinning.

He keeps kissing and licking your pussy, lapping up everything he can, his fingers still inside you, prolonging your orgasm.

When you’ve finally come down from your high, you realise how weak your legs have gotten. With shaky hands, you grab onto the headboard again, slowly lifting yourself up before starting to scoot down Harrison’s body, but not without Harrison placing one last kiss on your clit.

You sink down onto the bed next to him, trying to catch your breath.

“Was that good?” He asks, a smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then he sucks his fingers clean, his ring gleaming in the light. The sight makes another wave of warmth pool between your legs.

“That was amazing. I still think you’re adorable, though” you smirk, and Harrison laughs.

“Let’s see what else I can do about that” And with that, he’s between your legs again, except now his hard cock is pressing against your slightly sensitive clit, making you throw your head back with a moan.

Harrison takes the opportunity to place more kisses on your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin here and there until your neck is covered in love bites. With every tiny movement of Harrison’s body, his cock moves through your folds, rubbing against your clit, and it doesn’t take long until you’re desperate for him again.

You bury your hands in his hair to pull his face up, so it’s hovering over yours, “Need you inside me.” You whisper against his lips, the corners of his mouth kicking up into a smile.

“Your wish is my command.” he captures your lips with his before reaching one of his hands down to position his cock at your entrance. And then he’s slowly entering you, and you hum at the feeling of finally being stretched out by him.

Your arousal makes it easy for him to slide into you, and when he bottoms out, both of you let out a moan.

“You feel so good, babygirl.” He rasps, “Could spend the rest of my life like this.” and then he starts thrusting, your legs falling open just a tad bit wider, letting him enter you deeper.

Harrison places his forearms next to your head, his whole body now covering yours while he keeps sliding in and out of you, his thrusts deep and smooth.

“I love you.” You whisper, your lips brushing against his with every word. Harrison smiles, then presses his lips against yours.

“I love you, too.” He brushes his nose against yours, “So much.”

Your orgasm starts to build slowly, and you relish every moment of being wrapped up in Harrison like this. Your eyes are locked with his, and he’s everything that matters at this moment.

You can feel his thrust starting to get sloppy, so you wrap your legs around his waist and push up your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Cum for me, baby” You murmur against his lips and tighten your walls around his cock, you can feel him throb inside you, and with a groan, he picks up his pace a little bit, his pubic bone rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

And then he’s reaching his orgasm with a groan, releasing inside of you, pushing you over the edge as well.

You’re lost in your own little world for a while, you and Harrison the only two people that exist as the waves of pleasure take you away.

You hadn’t even realised that you closed your eyes, but when you open them, Harrison is looking down at you with a relaxed smile, his expression full of love before he gives you a lingering kiss.

“Still adorable?”

“Always” You smile lazily, and Harrison shakes his head a little, the grin never leaving his face. You gently place your hands on the sides of his face, your thumbs caressing over his cheeks, “You’ll always be my adorable prince. Get used to it.” You whisper, afraid you're going to burst this bubble if you speak too loudly.

Harrison tilts his head a bit so he can kiss the inside of your palm.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.” Harrison smiles, kisses your nose and makes a move to pull out of you, but you stop him with a squeeze of his arm.

“Stay? Just a little longer? Wanna be close to you” If possible, Harrison’s expression becomes even softer as he returns to his previous position. You wrap your arms around him tightly, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

“I don’t want to crush you.” He murmurs against your heated skin.

You brush your hand over his back in slow circles, the other going into his hair.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m loving this.” And you do. You love being close to him, every inch of your body touching his, your breathing synced. There's no place you’d rather be than right here, just like this.

A/N: Ahh I hope you like it! I can’t believe how quickly I wrote this 😅 I’ll be watching the irregulars now, see you guys later 😌💕

my inbox is always open if you want to talk about anything.

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hotforharrison · 2 years

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H💖 Chapter 2 (Harrison Osterfield/Reader)

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Explicit smut (fingering), discussion of BDSM/kink

Word Count: 3,564

Summary: You meet Harrison unexpectedly at a crafting meetup at a BDSM dungeon – flirty, gorgeous, British Harrison. By his looks and accent alone, you could honestly see yourself having a thing for him. Life is never that simple, though.

A/N: I'm done with up through Chapter 4 now and working on Chapter 5!

You walked briskly across the parking lot of the large apartment complex located at the address Harrison had given you, heels clacking against the pavement, wishing you’d worn a heavier jacket instead of a knit button up tunic cardigan. The winter chill was sharp and pervasive. You’d taken an Uber, uncertain of the parking situation and whether you’d be drinking, and had the driver drop you off by the leasing office.

The sunlight had long ago faded, and the dim lights illuminating the complex weren’t doing anything to help you find the apartment among the numerous buildings. As you neared the final building, you grew concerned that the apartments were numbered unconventionally when you didn’t have Harrison’s number and couldn’t give him a call. Fortunately, or unfortunately considering the cold and your uncomfortable shoes, the apartment was in the last building in the back corner. It was three floors up, not the easiest to ascend in heels, but you managed.

After standing in front of the door long enough to steel yourself for whatever you were going to find inside, you rang the doorbell. Harrison was quick to answer, ushering you inside the fortunately warm apartment.

He stood before you in black slacks and a striped button down, a few buttons undone that revealed his collarbones and a hint of his chest, chain around his neck disappearing into his shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to bare his forearms.

Your gaze traveled down to his hands, two additional fingers adorned with thick rings that left you feeling desperate already. It wasn’t exactly what you thought he’d be wearing to something like this, although you honestly weren’t sure what you had expected from whatever kind of sex party he’d invited you to. Regardless, he looked delicious in the ensemble, and you wanted a taste.

It was hard to tear your eyes away from him, but you then looked at what you could see of the apartment. It was much more cozy and homey than you expected. You figured it would be similar to the BDSM dungeon, more utilitarian and less welcoming. There was also no one else there, which surprised you. Maybe you misremembered the time.

“Am I early?” you asked.

He glanced down at his watch. “No, you’re right on time.”

“Oh.” You paused. “Are people usually, uh, fashionably late?”

Confusion crossed his face. “What people?”

“The people coming to the party?” you responded.

“Oh! You misunderstood,” he told you. “This isn’t a party.”

Several moments of nervous silence passed before you spoke again. “Then, what is it?”

“Honestly? I wanted to get to know you, just the two of us, somewhere you’d be more comfortable and without an audience that primarily consists of busybodies.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his now intact phone. “And I can show you the stills and films I took with my drone now. Got several of my favorites stills printed and framed around the flat, too.”

With a glance around the walls of the kitchen and living area, you spotted a collage of aerial landscape photos. After toeing off your shoes by the door, you approached the collage to get a better look. The photos were beautiful shots of farmhouses dotting fields of vibrant green underneath endless sunny blue skies and the same fields covered in a light blanket of snow beneath a cloudy muted sky.

“That’s near where I grew up, in the countryside south of London,” he said from beside you.

“It’s really pretty there,” you commented.

“Yeah, I miss it sometimes. I try to make it back a couple times a year, if life doesn’t get in the way. Didn’t get to go last Christmas because of travel restrictions.” He sighed.

You frowned, sad that he had to spend the holidays away from his family when things were rough for pretty much everybody. “I’m sorry. I hope you get the chance to go back soon and that you still had a good Christmas.”

“Thank you. I did. Spent the morning and afternoon with one of my best mates and his family, and then we went to get a pint at a pub that was open,” he responded. “Anyway, if you’d like, I can show you more of my drone portfolio now. I’ve been lucky enough to have done quite a lot of traveling, most of it before all this madness started.”

“I’d love to see more of your work,” you told him sincerely.

“Alright. I can show you on the telly. Much easier to see on a big screen than on my phone.”

You followed him to the sofa, stopping to unbutton your cardigan and drape it neatly over a chair on the way. Even without Harrison himself getting you hot and bothered, his apartment was far too warm for a sweater.

When you returned your attention to Harrison, he was sitting on the middle cushion of the sofa, scrolling through file folder menus on the television.

There was a recliner next to the sofa, and you were uncertain whether you should sit in it or next to Harrison. Getting to know someone was too vague for you to make assumptions about his intentions for the evening, as flirty as he may have been. Most of you was sure that he intended for you to at least sit next to him, if not do anything more intimate tonight, but a nagging voice in the back of your head had you questioning it.

While you were standing next to the recliner silently deliberating, he looked over at you and his eyes widened.

You wondered what caused that reaction until you remembered what you had worn when you thought you were going to some sort of sex party – a low cut black mini dress with lace up sides. You felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment and fought the strong urge to flee the apartment and never see Harrison again for as long as you lived.

Instead of doing that, you said as calmly as you could muster, unable to look at him, “I obviously misunderstood, and I’m so sorry for putting you in this, uh, situation, Harrison.”

“Well, I’m not. Surprised, yes. Sorry, definitely not.” He chuckled. “I didn’t realize what kind of party you thought you were going to with me.”

You risked returning your gaze to him and softly sighed with relief when you discovered that he looked amused, and maybe interested? A subtle glance to his lap didn’t reveal the outline of an erection, so it was still up for debate.

“Come on then.” He patted the sofa next to him. “I don’t bite unless you ask me to.”

You huffed a laugh and sat down gingerly beside him, trying to be careful to leave space between the two of you, even though there wasn’t much space to be had.

He returned his attention briefly to the television, browsing through subfolders with the remote, before turning to face you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you responded, trying to stop your mind from immediately rushing to thoughts that he was going to tell you that you were making him uncomfortable and ask you to leave.

He paused for a long moment. “Don’t feel obligated to answer, but are you even wearing knickers?”

That particular question hadn’t crossed your racing mind, and you giggled. “Um, no,” you eventually admitted. “You could see them through the sides of the dress if I did, and I didn’t think I’d probably need them.”

He laughed. “Figured as much. You were really expecting to have a good time tonight, yeah?”

“More hoping than expecting,” you answered honestly, “but yeah.”

His pale blue eyes stared intently into yours for several long moments, making you feel more exposed than your skimpy dress. “And who would I be to disappoint such a pretty girl?”

You couldn’t help it when your breath hitched at the prospect, at the fact that he was actually interested, not just casually flirty. This was definitely not what you presumed would be the end of your dry spell.

“Is that what you want – to be my pretty girl, hmm?” he asked with a smile.

That would be a very enthusiastic ‘fuck, yes.’ Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded eagerly to convey that sentiment.

“And what do you want me to be?” he continued.

Your brows knit in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Would you like me to be your sir, master, boss, something else?” he explained lightly.

You paused to contemplate the options as much as your lust addled brain could manage. None of them really did anything for you, and you were reasonably sure he didn’t sound attached to one in particular. “Something else? I want you to be my…Harrison, I guess. I like your name.”

“And I like the way you say it,” he told you, pleased. “Think I’ll like the way I make you scream it even more.”

“God,” you softly groaned, shifting to unsuccessfully alleviate some of the ache of your arousal. You took a shaky breath. “Believe me when I say there are no words for how much I want you to do that, as soon as possible, but, uh, I need to know. What are the rules for this?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Rules?”

“Yeah, like what’s allowed and what isn’t. Is there a contract or something I need to sign?” you explained. “I don’t know how all this works, and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“Don’t worry, love, you won’t ‘mess it up,’” he promised. “The only fundamental principle I follow is safe, sane, and consensual. I’m only willing to do things that are safe for both of us, while we’re both in the right mind to consent, and that we both enthusiastically consent to. For scenes, I prefer to have a talk about limits, and then go with the flow, with safe words and signals in place, of course. But if a contract is something that would make you feel more comfortable, then I’m more than happy to do it. To be quite honest, I wasn’t really planning on doing anything we’d really need to talk about in advance tonight, though.”

That wasn’t the response you were expecting, not at all. “You have, um, normal sex?”

He chuckled. “Most of the sex I have is pretty ‘normal,’ as you put it. I had a feeling you’ve got a praise kink, and compliments aren’t particularly kinky by any stretch. I was just testing the waters with Dom names, and that obviously wasn’t a turn on for you, or me, really. I’m perfectly content to be your Harrison, however that ends up looking. Hmmm… how do you feel about sex toys?”

“Like whips and chains and handcuffs and-” you started nervously.

“No, nothing like that, at least not tonight,” he interrupted with a chuckle, rubbing your arm reassuringly with one of his large hands, immediately drawing your eyes and mind there once again. “I meant like vibrators and dildos, maybe plugs or beads if you’re into that. No pressure, of course.” He paused, waiting for a response that didn’t come in your distracted desperation. “But you’re more into my hands and probably not listening to a word I’m saying right now.”

A quiet moan escaped your lips when he experimentally trailed his index finger lightly along your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, confirming his suspicions.

He pulled his hand away, with a smirk, and you softly whined. “How about this – I’ll touch you all over, show you just how good my hands and fingers can make my pretty girl feel, and then we’ll go from there? Sound good?”

“Please,” you pleaded, every last bit of you exuding your neediness.

When you tried to stand, you stumbled a bit on unsteady legs, but Harrison was quick to catch you before you fell. Once you were stable on your feet, he immediately pulled you flush against his body and captured your lips in an unexpected kiss. You hadn’t been sure kissing would be on the table at all, with its perceived level of intimacy and your uncertain arrangement with him.

One of his hands moved to cup the back of your head, fingers scratching lightly at your scalp, while the other slid down your back to the curve of your ass, squeezing the supple flesh.

You moaned against his mouth. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours. The still noticeable lingering taste of mint meant he brushed his teeth shortly before you arrived, that it wasn’t a spur of the moment decision. He thought kissing you was a possibility he wanted to be prepared for. You were a bit surprised by the effect that had on you. A new surge of arousal throbbed between your legs, causing your hips to involuntarily buck slightly forward.

Harrison’s fingers toyed with the bottom hem of your dress before they pressed between your thighs from behind, slickly slipping through your folds, pausing when a fingertip made contact with your clit.

“Jesus Christ, you’re soaked,” he mumbled as he broke the kiss. “You really are desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Not sure if you noticed, but you’re really fucking sexy,” you replied breathily.

“Might’ve heard that a time or two,” he told you, cheekily, “but it’s particularly hot coming from you, pretty girl.”

“Can you-” The rest of your sentence was replaced with a moan when he slowly circled your pulsing bud. That was good, really good, but you were aching to be filled.

“Can I what?” he asked, finger stilling again.

“Want you to fing-” Your words were cut off a second time when he repeated his actions, this time a bit faster. It was edging you toward an orgasm, a step in the right direction, but you’d been craving his fingers inside you all day.

“I didn’t catch that,” he teased with a smirk. “What is it you want?”

You groaned in frustration. “Dammit, Harrison, I-”

Instead of frustrating you for a third time, he easily sunk two fingers into you as deep as the slightly awkward angle would allow, the cool metal of one of his rings resting against your entrance.

“Fuck yes,” you sighed with relief as he moved his fingers a bit, but he withdrew them far too soon, eliciting another whine from you at the loss.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet, not even close,” he reassured you. “Just need to reposition us so this’ll work better.”

His hands moved to grip the backs of your thighs, encouraging you to hop up and wrap yourself around him.

You did so, and he carried you easily across the apartment to a closed door, reaching behind you to turn the knob and push it open. Your journey in his arms ended when he gently deposited you on a very comfortable mattress covered by a plush navy blue comforter.

You scooted back toward the headboard, stopping when your head rested on a feather pillow.

Harrison crawled up the bed to join you, tugging lightly at the bottom hem of your dress. “How do you feel about this?”

“I don’t know. I liked it enough to buy it, and you seem to like it, too?” you responded unsurely.

“I do like it. Definitely suits you,” he said, “but I think I’d like it more if it were on the floor.”

“Oh! I think so, too,” you agreed, a little embarrassed.

You lifted your hips so he could tug the dress to your waist, then sat up for him to finish pulling it over your head, tossing it hastily onto the floor. You lay back down, Harrison settling himself between your spread legs.

His eyes slowly swept over your nude form, lingering nowhere in particular as he took you in. The silence was a bit unnerving, but he seemed to sense your discomfort. “You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.”

“You really imagined me naked?” you asked, part of you a bit taken aback.

“Been doing it on and off since we were at tea and crafts,” he confessed. “Couldn’t help it. If I had a type, it’d definitely be you, love.”

His sweet words washed over you, warm and pleasurable, even if you weren’t certain if you fully believed him. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls that end up in your bed.”

“Maybe a couple,” he conceded, “but it doesn’t make it any less true. And, well, let’s say a couple isn’t a drop in the ocean.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised. I mean look at you. You’ve probably even got women throwing themselves at you at the laundromat,” you half-joked.

He chuckled. “That did actually happen once.”

“Did you take her home?” you asked, curious.

“No, it was after midnight, and no one else was around, so I, uh, took her on the washing machine,” he admitted sheepishly. “I made some very questionable decisions when I was a lad. It was mad that I didn’t end up arrested for what I got up to.”

“But I bet you have a lot of interesting stories to tell,” you commented.

“Plenty, but later. Got better things to do right now,” he told you, making no effort to hide his hungry gaze between your thighs.

“Like what?” you asked coyly, even though you were already certain the answer involved continuing your previous activities.

“Playing with this pretty little pussy,” he answered, reaching forward to run his finger lightly along your slick slit. “Don’t worry, though. I’m not going to tease. I think we’re both a bit too desperate for that right now.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, impatiently awaiting his next move.

Without hesitance, he pressed two fingers into you, knuckle deep. A thick patterned ring rested just inside of you, the cool unyielding metal and texture contrasting with Harrison’s warm flesh. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before he started withdrawing the digits.

The whine that drew from you transformed into a moan when he curled his fingers as he slowly dragged them along your inner walls, your hips bucking when he found what he was looking for.

“There it is,” he said, pleased.

You didn’t have to ask him for more – he was quick to start fingering you in earnest, the long digits curling to hit your spot with every thrust.

The room was silent other than the wet sounds of his fingers working you over so nicely, punctuated with the slow crescendo of your carnal cries. The combination of Harrison’s skilled fingers and the texture of his thick ring moving along your opening brought you an unprecedented roller coaster of pleasure, slowly climbing the steep incline of the lift hill to that first drop. You both wanted to experience it for an eternity and bring a satisfying end to the anticipation.

After the hours of eagerly waiting and wanting, the latter won out. “God, Harrison, please,” you begged emphatically.

As he had promised, he didn’t tease. His thumb rubbed only a few slick circles around your throbbing clit before you quickly dropped from the precipice, riding out the sharp dips and rises of your climax, until it eventually ebbed into oversensitivity.

He gently withdrew his fingers from inside you.

Before you even had the chance to completely recover, the default iPhone ringtone sounded distantly from the living room.

“Shit,” Harrison cursed. “Give me just one second.”

You watched as he almost tripped when getting off the bed as he hurried to answer his ringing phone.

Generally not one to eavesdrop, you tried to give Harrison his privacy while you waited. Even if you wanted to hear the one-sided conversation, his words were muffled by the distance. However, the tone of his voice primarily conveyed annoyance.

He returned to the bedroom, sighing. “I’m so incredibly sorry, but something’s come up that can’t wait.”

“Oh,” you responded simply, hiding your disappointment the best you could as you hopped off the bed on wobbly legs and quickly slipped your dress back on.

He followed you out to the living room where you pulled on your cardigan, fumbling as you buttoned it with unsteady hands, and walked toward the front door where you slipped on your shoes.

As you opened the door to a whoosh of frigid air, you turned around, hoping for a hug goodbye. He didn’t approach you, and as much as you wanted his warm embrace, you didn’t want to force yourself on him.

“I really hope everything ends up being okay,” you told him quietly before you gently shut the door behind you and didn’t look back.

The weather had turned while you’d been inside. The temperature dropped, and freezing rain was falling steadily, leaving the dark pavement slick. You carefully crossed the parking lot in your heels, heading toward the leasing office and out of the line of sight of Harrison’s apartment.

You turned the corner of a nearby building and pulled out your phone to schedule an Uber pickup. It unfortunately wasn’t going to arrive for nearly 40 minutes. With a sigh, you slowly navigated the complex until you reached the closed and locked leasing office. Since there wasn’t an eave to stand under, you huddled against the brick wall, shivering beneath the freezing rain as you waited, trying to avoid thinking too deeply about what had just happened.

Tags: @lauras-collection @skymoonandstardust

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield x you #harrison osterfield x y/n #harrison osterfield smut #harrison osterfield fic #harrison osterfield imagine #harrison osterfield reader insert

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sadchappuccino · 3 years

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Harrison Osterfield: Haz being really loud while fucking you idek make it into anything

A/n: I wanted to try Haz as a sub for once I dont know how I feel about it yet. Please leave your thoughts (as long as it’s constructive)

Warnings: SMUT, dom/sub?, unprotected sex

You straddled Harrisons lap, your folds slowlt eubbifn against his aching cock. “Please baby,” he begged you. “Shh baby, because you’ve been such a good boy I’ll give you what you want this time.” You lined him up with your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself, hitting all the right places.

“You’re doing so well for me Haz,” you praised him as you started to bounce. Your compliment urged a small moan te leave past his lips. “Ahh you like that huh?,” you smirked. Your fingers raked over his chest, “such a pretty boy,” you muttered.

Haz his hands travelled to your tits, holding them in his hands as you rode him. You were so caught up with your pleasure that you didn’t even scold him. Both your highs approached. Your moans entagled as you came, he hold your hips down as he unloaded in you.

Clearing my inbox

#haz osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield reader insert #harrison osterfield imagine #haz osterfield reader insert

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nowimyurdaisy · 3 years

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Kiss Her

pairing: tom holland x reader

warning: like one swear word

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

a/n: i love this! eeee! hope you like it too :) i miss posting my fics. have a few more in the working.

-✧⬝✧⬝✧⬝✧⬝✧-

You lived with the boys, being best friends with tom & haz an’ all. You and tom had always been best friends since school, glued to the hip, until about a few months ago when you two became something more.

Tom and you decided to keep it a secret from the world, your families and friends. Obviously no matter how well you two tried to hide it, the boys could tell something was up. Never bringing it up till today.

Harrison walked into the kitchen the smell of waffles waking him up.”Morning” he yawned, stretching his arms over his head.

“Hi sleepy head” you giggled, looking over at haz.

“Morning mate. Morning y/n/n.” tom said, walking in, and grinding at you.

You hand haz a plate of waffles, then tom giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. While you thought harrison wasn’t looking, he was.

“Sooo how’d you sleep last night?” haz asks, pulling a chair out and sitting down.

You and tom look at each other quickly before replying, “good” in unison.

“Come on” haz groaned, “there is obviously something going on between the two of you” harrison let out a frustrated sigh.

"What? Haz your crazy," you make a confused face and shake your head.

"Nothing's going on between us," Tom says at the same time, frantically shaking his head.

"So if I kissed her right now you wouldn't care?" Harrison asks moving closer to you.

“Whatever, go for it! I don’t care.” Tom squeaks out, shrugging playing it ‘cool’.

“Um. What about me? I care!” you pipe in on the conversation.

“So…” haz starts but never finishes, as he cups your face and kisses you.

Annoyed at Tom, you decide to tease him, leaning in, draping your arms around Harrison's neck, deepening the kiss.

Tom's face turns bright red. Seeing you, his girlfriend, well secret girlfriend make out with his best friend.

“Alright, alright that’s enough!!” Tom snaps, pushing the two of you apart. You smirk, tom sends an angry look your way before speaking again, “Don’t your dare fucking think about touching or kissing MY girlfriend ever again!”

“So you admit your dating” haz grins proudly, hands on his hips.

“Yes we are.” Tom states, words infused with anger.

“That was kinda sexy” you whisper into his ear.

“I can hear you, you know” Haz makes a disgusted face.

“I know.” You smirk, placing your hand on his bicep, making him blush.

Just then Harry walks into the kitchen, waking up from all the commotion. Looking around he asks, “uh, what’d I miss?”

“Lets see,” you hum, “haz & i kissed, tom and i have been secretly dating for the past few months” you shrug.

“WHA-”

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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his lap

wc: 1.3k

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Y/N and Harrison were sitting in her living room -- it was one of their many hangouts that they would have throughout the week, being best friends and all that. Tom was in a meeting, discussing an upcoming movie which Y/N would come with him for at least a third of. The pair had started dating about 4 months ago, Y/N's inexperience causing them to take things slow, which Tom was totally supportive of.

Harrison was sitting on the couch, Y/N sitting in front of the coffee table whilst finishing a puzzle.

"So," Haz started. "How're things with you and Tom?"

"Things are," she picked up a puzzle piece, fitting in to another one, "good."

"Good? That's it?"

She looked up from what she was doing, "Well, what do you want me to say?"

"C'mon, he's like your first real boyfriend; tell me about your firsts! Y'know, things like that!"

"Well, we really only hold hands 'nd stuff. We kiss," she blushed slightly, "but we don't really make out."

"Why not?" He asked.

Y/N stared at him wide-eyed, a little surprised at his bluntness, her timidness contributing. "Y/N, it's just a question! I thought by now you might be ready for a least some intimacy; the mishap of 2017 was bad enough."

"Well.."

"Well? C'mon, we're best friends, I just wanna help."

"I'm just a little insecure," she confessed.

"That's normal, Y/N. All girls are still a little-"

"I mean," she cut him off. "Ugh, just forget it. I don't even know how to say it out loud."

"No no, c'mon. What is it?"

"I want to sit in his lap-"

"Guys love that," Haz grinned at her.

"But I don't want to hurt him," she breathed out.

"Hurt him?"

"You know... crush him with my ... weight 'n' stuff."

"Y/N, for the love of god, you are not even that heavy-"

"That's easy for you to say!' She defended.

"Okay, okay yeah you're right. What do you want me to do?"

"Just- help me? Teach me how to sit in his lap so I know what to do."

"I don't know, Y/N. I don't want to cross any boundaries now that you two are dating-"

"Please?" she asked softly. "You don't have to do anything, just let me practice? I don't wanna be bad," she admitted.

"Okay," He gave in. "Okay, get up then. How do you want to start?"

"Well, the sitting to start."

He motioned her over, so she stood up, standing by his legs. "You're probably gonna wanna wrap your legs around his waist, you know?" She nodded. "Then, if he gets up and walks to the bedroom, you should cross your ankles behind his back. But for now, you just sit. Do you want me to cross my legs?"

"Which do you think guys do more?"

"We can do both if you want," Haz suggested.

"Yeah, yeah that's good."

She sat down, with Harrison's guidance, and the two were comfortable enough to talk. "See? Not so bad."

"Yeah ... yeah you're right," she said. "What do I do now?"

"Assuming you two are kissing," he grinned again, "you can pull on his hair, or you could just move your hands through it. Sometimes you can pull him in by the back of his neck," he took her hand to demonstrate, only he didn't actually make an effort to get closer to her, just show her how the steps would look, and she was eternally grateful for that.

"What does he do with his hands?" She asked.

"Well, they might be on your waist, they could lower depending on how steamy it gets," he laughed, Y/N joining him. "He might be holding your face," he paused, debating on if he should show her, but choosing not to. "You know how they do -- in those cheesy, cliche rom-coms"

"Ohhhh," she said, understanding.

"Yeah," he breathed a laugh. "Just don't forget to communicate with him, you know. Gentle or rough, if you're ready for the next step or whatever. This is probably the only thing I can show you, and I'm sure Tom wouldn't mind helping you through things like this."

"Yeah," Y/N said. "Was just nervous," she was fiddling with his curls, a sign that she was still nervous.

"It's just Tom," he said. "No need to be nervous. And you're gonna do great."

"Thanks, Ha-"

The front door opened, cutting her off. Tom walked through, "What the fuck," he muttered, glancing back between his best mate and his girlfriend. Y/N had scrambled to get off of Harrison's lap, making her way to Tom, but he had decided to just turn around and go to his place instead, his car outside. Harrison was sprinting after Tom, leaving Y/N lightly crying on the ground by the closed door.

"Tom! Tom, wait!"

"Wait for what? Things looked a little- serious in there."

"It's not what you think-"

"Not what I think?" Tom exclaimed. "I just-"

"Tom," Harrison said sternly. "Will you shut up and listen to me?"

"Yeah, alright fine," he rolled his eyes.

"Y/N asked me to help her-"

"Help her?"

"Let me talk, will ya, mate?" Harrison exclaimed. Tom nodded, Harrison continuing. "She was just really nervous about taking things a step further -- she didn't want to sit in your lap because she thought she'd crush you with how heavy she is."

"She's not that heavy, though," Tom said softly as he was beginning to understand.

"I know, but she just wanted to know what to do -- she was just trying to be good enough for you, Tom. Don't be such an ass."

Tom hugged Harrison, thanking him for explaining before making his way back to her front door. Opening the door, she was sitting on the ground still, and Tom immediately kneeled down to comfort her.

"Hey, petal. 'M sorry, let me help you," he pleaded. Y/N nodded, and Tom picked her up and brought her to the couch. He was facing her completely, wiping away the stray tears that lingered on her face.

"Haz told me .. everything. I'm sorry. I should've been better at showing you that you're perfect- I should've been a better boyfriend; helping you get over your insecurities like I should."

"No, Tom. It's my fault, I should've just gone to you instead asking Harrison to show me what to do. I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Stop, lovie. It's not your fault, okay?"

"Okay."

"You wanna cuddle? We can order take away and watching any movie you want," he offered.

"Yes please."

***

The next week, Y/N was feeling rather brave during their movie marathon. Coming back from the bathroom, she decided to sit in Tom's lap -- her first time -- instead of sitting next to him like she normally would. She moved the blanket off of him, Tom's attention diverting from the movie to the girl standing in front of him.

"Hi, bunny. What're you-" his sentence was cut short with Y/N placing herself comfortably on his lap, his hands immediately going to her waist.

"Hi," she said timidly.

"Hi," he breathed a laugh. "This seat more comfortable?"

"Much more," she smiled softly, hands going to his hair.

"C'mon, gimme a kiss, baby."

"Okay," she said, giggling. She remembered what Harrison had said about bringing him closer, so her hands moved to the back of his neck to connect their lips.

It started slow and soft; her lips were warm and soft and tasted of strawberries, Tom loving the feeling of hers on his. His were soft too, and he deepened the kiss ever so slightly, progressing things discreetly so he wouldn't scare her off. The act didn't phase her, though. Her hands went back to his hair, lightly pulling while their tongues danced together, Tom's exploring her mouth for the first time in their entire relationship. The tugging on his hair made him emit a small groan, his hands moving to her hips to bring her flush against his chest. When they pulled apart for air, Tom was grinning, Y/N's faced flushed with a blush as she moved her hair behind her ears.

"Was I okay?"

"Were perfect, petal. C'mon gimme another kiss," Tom spoke, voice slightly raspy. "Just wanna feel you."

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onewithnomightypowers · 3 years

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clandestine (chapter 7)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 7: rabbit hole

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. omg THE LAST CHAPTER!!!! i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated. thanks for reading <3

warnings: drinking, cursing, hate comments

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

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Love, easy it comes and easy it goes. Y/N and Haz’ calamitous love had no tracks ahead of it. The only thing they could do was jump off the train before it crashed and burned. Y/N took that step and fell on Tom’s doorstep. When Haz saw her leave, he understood that hurt couldn’t save a dying soul, so he jumped too, causing their marriage to fall off a hill.

They left the hobbit’s room with a sea of change in their aura. Both had bloodshot eyes from all the rivers they swam through. “I will go settle the tab”, Haz said without meeting her eyes. Y/N walked towards her driver, Arnold, who was standing near the main entrance, eager to tell her about the situation outside.

“There is a herd of paparazzi out there, ma’am”, he said.

Y/N hummed in acknowledgment.

“Shall we go?” Haz walked over to them.

“Yeah”, her voice was small and dry.

Arnold opened the door and stayed ahead to make way for them in between the storm of people. They were all screaming something over one another, making it hard to understand. Haz and Y/N had their heads down, trying to hide the stained cheeks from the blinding lights. Haz clutched Y/N’s hand protectively, out of habit.

They made their way inside the car, parked not so far away from the pub.

“You can stay with me tonight, you’re leaving for New York tomorrow morning anyway”, Y/N said looking outside the window.

“It's fine Y/N, I can get a hotel room”

“No, I insist”, her eyes focused on the lamp heads passing them by.

“Okay, I’ll take the couch”

“You can sleep on the bed, with me”

Haz found Y/N’s hand in the dark backseat and squeezed it affectionately.

That night was the last time they slept together in the same bed. When Y/N woke up the next morning, he was already gone. He left a note on the refrigerator that read, ‘thank you for everything’. A bittersweet smile took over her face.

Y/N needed some time to herself, but she also needed to inform people about her decision. She craft an email to her manager, agent and her lawyer. All of them were sent the exact same email.

Harrison and I have decided to end our marriage. I would like to file for divorce as soon as possible, and the process should be civil. I will be unavailable for a few days, so do what you have to with the news.

Y/N

She also sent her parents that email but as a text on the family group chat.

It’s short and to the point, let’s hope they don’t call me with a million questions.

When it came to Tom, she noticed that he had sent her an image a few seconds ago. It was a screenshot of a TMZ article. The headline was, ‘Y/N left her movie premiere early to meet her husband’, it wasn’t jarring but the photo underneath the headline was. Haz was holding Y/N’s hand as tightly he physically could, both of their bodies looked tired and Y/N’s makeup was all messed up. She hadn’t noticed any of that in the moment, last night.

Tom sent her another text.

Tom: Are you ok?

Y/N: not really, I’m filing for divorce

Tom: oh, do you want me to come over?

Y/N: I think I want some time to myself right now

Y/N: I’ll probably watch Gilmore girls the whole weekend

Tom: ok, I’m here if you need anything

Tom: love you

Y/N: you too

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On Monday, the news broke. The whole world now knew that their marriage was over. The news outlets tried their best to be creative with headlines.

‘Their kingdom has come and gone: Harrison and Y/N file for divorce’

‘Harrison and Y/N, Hollywood’s perfect couple not so perfect anymore’

These were some of the most impressive ones according to Y/N’s management team but they decided to keep it to themselves. No one had heard from Y/N since Saturday. Even though she had told them that she would be unavailable, they still sent emails, warning her to stay off social media sites, especially twitter, the creator of hate wagons.

Twitter was not kind to her at all. Their divorce was trending in the entertainment section. Many people thought that it was their right to comment on this situation. They had a lot to say, mostly about Y/N.

Y/N would often find herself diving into the rabbit hole of her trending tag. She would read almost everything they had to say about her, the good and the bad, but the bad overwhelmed the good.

‘She was only in it to get famous’

‘She ugly if I was Harrison then I would drop that ass too’

‘She is so fake’

‘Harrison is better off without her’

‘She was def cheating on him’

‘Why would someone even love Y/N’

She didn’t notice, but this was getting to her. She would constantly stare at her reflection, picking her appearance apart because someone on the internet called her ugly. Y/N would rethink everything she ever said in front of the media wondering whether she sounded fake or not. She would wake in the middle of the night, pacing like a ghost, thinking she didn’t deserve Tom at all and that he would realise soon enough.

All would be lost.

Even though she thought no one noticed that she was slowly losing her mind, Tom did. He would look at her touching her face, getting lost in deep thoughts. He could feel her tossing and turning in the bed, every night. He would look through her while she’s looking through her phone. Her leg would never stop fidgeting while at rest. He noticed everything.

He took it upon himself to save her from the demons. It was late evening, Tom picked Y/N up from the set. The whole ride home, Y/N was on her phone, mindlessly scrolling through her twitter, reading every inch and every corner. No words could escape her.

When they reached home Y/N informed Tom that she was going to take a shower. Tom was in the kitchen getting the food ready, when he saw Y/N’s phone unattended on the kitchen island. He was tempted to go through with his plan.

He picked up her phone and unlocked it, he knew her password. He went on deleting every social media app from her phone and also changed his contact DP on her phone. Earlier it was an embarrassing childhood photo, he changed it to a scanned Polaroid photo of them together.

Y/N came out with a towel tied up her head. She grabbed two plates from the cabinet and set them on the island.

“What are you making?” she asks him.

“Rice paper rolls”

“So we’re having Vietnamese today, interesting”, she grabbed her phone to check her Instagram.

Where the fuck are all my apps?

“I think my phone has some defect, the Instagram and twitter apps got deleted”, Y/N says vigorously swiping through her phone.

“That’s not a defect I did that”, Tom served the dinner.

“You did what? You have no right to go through my phone and delete apps without my permission, Tom.”

“It’s for your own good, all of that shit was getting to your head”, he said calmly.

“No it wasn’t” she poorly defended herself.

“Yes it was, you were letting some random divs tell you what you are worth. That’s fucked up, babe”

She lets out a loud grunt, filled with frustration.

They both ate in silence, only the crunch of vegetables audible.

After Tom was done with his dinner, he got up, placed his dish in the sink, picked up his coat from the sofa and walked towards the door. Y/N’s eyes never stopped following his figure.

“I think I should go back to my apartment”, before Y/N could reply, Tom was out of the door.

They didn’t talk for a day but Y/N realised how peaceful she felt without having other people’s opinions being fed to her constantly. She felt less insecure about her body, her personality and especially Tom.

He loves me so much that he was ready to invade my privacy to help me.

She decides to call Tom, noticing the unfamiliar photo on his contact. The phone rung, he picked it up on the second ring.

“You little shit changed your photo, huh” her smile was audible.

“I did and I’m sorry”

“No, I’m sorry. You were right, I do feel better with all the noise gone, but you know what would make me feel much better, you, here with me”

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Tom came over almost instantly, it was like he was already halfway to her apartment when she called. They were on the couch, watching a movie on Y/N’s laptop. Y/N had her head on Tom’s lap and he was playing with her hair.

Holding her breath, Y/N slowly said, “You didn’t need to save me, you know”

“I know”, he replies nonchalantly.

“But the real question is, would you run away with me?”

“Of course, where to darling?”

“Somewhere no one can find us and it’s only the two of us”, she scrunches her face.

“Do you remember the first time we kissed, at the pub?”

“Yeah”, she replied, fondly remembering that moment.

“You said we should go to Ireland together and I said don’t make empty promises”

“Well, do you want to run away to Ireland with me?”

“Yes”, he bent downwards and kissed her softly.

THE END

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worldoftom · 3 years

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lolbrosgetsicktoo – writing challenge

Welcome to lolbrosgetsicktoo! It’s wintertime in the northern hemisphere, so I thought of a sort of different writing challenge. Who doesn't like a bit of sick!fic with a dash of hurt/comfort?!

☆ The concept?

Your fave is minorly ill and whiny, and y/n has to deal with everything else.

☆ How does it work?

Phase 1: For everyone! Fill in this form with your @url and your prompt. Basically, all you need to do is come up with a prompt of your choice and send it as if you were sending a request. There's only one requirement: your fave is sick. Please make it a minor illness. Nothing too serious. And you can send more than one! -- NOW CLOSED. Not accepting more prompts!

Phase 2: Writers! Now is your time to shine! Fill in this form to claim your prompt. You’ll have to enter your @url and choose one (1) prompt. Then, you can start writing!

Phase 3: Writers, whenever you’re ready, post your fic! I'll reblog them (with a small comment) and will add every story to a masterlist for everyone to enjoy.

☆ What happens now?

Check out the detailed rules below and in case of any question, check the FAQ post. If you’re still in doubt, feel free to send me an ask :’)

☆ The Rules

The rules below are pretty specific, but they’re necessary considering the range of the challenge. Please go through them so it’s a fair deal for everyone.

° General:

All AUs are allowed. All genres are allowed. All ratings are allowed, but please be mindful of the restrictions stated below.

Age Requirement! Some writers don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting with mature content such as smut. As a mod for this challenge, I ask everyone to respect each writer’s wishes.

Important! Please don’t send prompts related to abuse, assault, anti-LGBTQA+ behavior or claims, incest, murder, racism, self-harm, suicide.

° For prompts:

The form to send prompts will be posted on February 4th, 2021 at 10pm London time (edit: the form has been discontinued).

Any character is allowed! Tom Holland, Peter Parker or another name of your choice, real or fictional. Original characters (oc) are allowed, too.

Your prompt shouldn't be too complicated since there's a deadline for the writers to post their fics.

If there's something you don't want, please state so politely. For example, "please no smut".

You can send more than one prompt.

Don't send a prompt about covid-19, cancer, or other major illnesses. Think small, such as a common cold, a stomach bug, or allergies.

I will not reveal to the writers who requested the prompt they claimed. I think this makes it more fun and will avoid potential hate towards anyone.

I will contact you to confirm your prompt was well received. If you don’t hear from me within 48 hours, please send me an ask or dm.

As a mod, I will also contact you to confirm the age requirements, in case anything goes wrong with your prompt, and when your fic is posted.

Everyone can send a prompt. This isn't an exchange, so you won't be asked to write anything in return.

Send your prompt until March 1st, 2021. No more prompts will be accepted after this date.

° For writers:

The prompts will be posted on March 2nd, 2021 at 10pm London time.

To claim your prompt: fill in this form with your @url and choose a prompt. It will be yours and taken off the list.

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Prompts will be claimed first come, first serve. Only one writer per prompt. This way, more people might see their prompt come to life!

If two writers claim the same prompt due to a technical error in the form, I will contact the person from my latest notification and ask them to choose a different prompt.

I will not reveal which writer claimed which prompt. I think this makes it more fun and will avoid potential hate towards anyone.

There is no word count limit; you can write 50 words or 500,000 words.

The same writer can claim more than one prompt, but they must show proof that their fic is complete in order to claim another prompt.

If a writer claims a prompt and gets stuck, what happens is negotiable. They can 'release' their prompt for another writer to claim, or they can keep it to write and post at a later time. I will be the moderator of this negotiation between the writer and the requester.

If all the prompts get claimed, the challenge will be officially closed.

Prompts will be available for claiming until May 1st, 2021 so that everyone has enough time to write their fic.

° About the fics:

All fics must be posted after March 2 and May 31. Extensions may be allowed if discussed with me via ask or dm. Edit: there’s no longer a deadline to post your fic, so go head and take your time!

Writers! When you post, use the tag #lolbrosgetsicktoo.

Please also contact me to let me know it’s posted.

After you post your fic, I will send it via dm to the person who requested that prompt so they won't miss it.

Requesters! If your prompt is claimed and posted, please read and reblog the fic to show your appreciation for the work that was put into it.

° Final Notes:

Hate will not be tolerated! Please treat others with kindness.

If any requester or writer receives hate regarding their participation in this challenge, please inform me or a close friend you trust so you won’t have to handle the issue by yourself <3

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Any questions you have, read the faq or send me an ask!

Have fun! :')

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duskholland · 4 years

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If You Feel The Same | Harrison Osterfield

summary ↠ six months ago, you said goodbye to your best friend Harrison as he left to travel the world. now he’s back, and you don’t really know how to act.

word count ↠ 3.7k

warnings ↠ drinking, swearing, bit of a steamy kiss

a/n ↠ I was intending to write a birthday fic for Harrison, but I couldn’t shake this idea out of my head, so instead you get a friends-turned-lovers non-birthday fic. lol. I haven’t written much for Harrison before but...I love him? and I really like how this turned out, so I hope you enjoy it too! please let me know if you have any thoughts :)

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There’s an atmosphere of comfortable warmth inside the pub tonight. You’re sitting with your thighs pressing against the slightly sticky booth, index finger slowly trailing around the rim of your half-drunk pint, and you’re glad for the background noises. You focus on the distant laughs and chatter coming from the other patrons, trying to relax as you wait. You’re the first one here, the others all running late, so you hadn’t hesitated to grab a beer and neck it fast. You feel so drawn in and anxious that you’re finding it hard to sit still, the beer taking the edge off, but not easing you enough. Every time the door swings open and you’re hit by a waft of freezing London air, you feel your hackles rise in anticipation. You’re absolutely shitting it, and whilst you know it’s uncalled for, the longer you have to wait, the more nervous you become.

You’ve made it to your second pint when you’re finally joined by your friends. The door swings open, and you recognise the four figures that walk in immediately, regardless of the fact that they’re all bundled up in an assortment of heavy jackets and woollen scarves. You raise a hand and Sam sees you first, pointing over to your table before walking across the pub, a large smile on his face.

“Y/N!” He greets, sliding into the booth beside you and pulling you into a hug. “Long time no see, eh?”

You laugh, your nerves vanishing as you look at your friend fondly. “I saw you two days ago, Sam,” you remind him, nudging his side discreetly.

“Still.” His eyes shift to your glass, then back to you. “Already getting on it?”

Your lips pull into a guilty grin. “Have to keep the nerves at bay somehow,” you murmur, earning a slightly disapproving smile from Sam. Before he can chime in with something unhelpful, you’re joined at the booth by his brothers Tom and Harry, and Harrison.

“Stop hogging her, dick,” Harry says, glaring playfully at his twin. “Some of us haven’t seen Y/N in six months.”

“Well maybe if some of you bothered to come home and visit us more often, this wouldn’t be a problem,” Sam chides, a playful edge to his voice. He stands from the booth and offers you a hand, pulling you up with him. You wobble to your feet, your head momentarily clouding over as you feel a little tipsy, all of a sudden, but you’re pulled back to earth as Harry hugs you tightly, his curly hair brushing against your neck. You can’t help but smile widely, your heart settling a little happier in your chest now you’re so near your friends again.

You’ve been best friends with Harry and Sam since you were all kids and you’d been assigned to the same table in primary school. Your relationship with them meant you’d quickly settled into an easy friendship with their older brother Tom, and his best friend, Harrison. Through it all - auditions, exams, the pains of growing up - you’d stuck it out together, and you’re proud to call the four guys standing around you your best friends. It doesn’t matter that three of them have just spent six months travelling around the world with Tom’s job, leaving behind you and Sam, because now you’re back together, finally able to sit down in your favourite pub, and you know everything will go back to normal.

Well… maybe not everything.

As Tom releases you from his arms and sits in the booth with Harry and Sam, you’re left standing in front of Harrison. Your gaze nervously wanders everywhere but his face, taking in his long, fitted coat and the silver signet ring that glints off his finger. He seems to have filled out over the past months, his shoulders wider and his stature fuller, and you find yourself concluding that he must have spent a considerable time in the gym.

By the time your eyes land on his face, you’ve got your lower lip pulled between your teeth, your breathing shallow as you try to calm down your racing heart. It’s like a thousand different emotions pass between you as you meet his icy blue eyes, his gaze shifting from one of amusement to a softer, more intense stare. His lips quirk into a warm smile and he opens his arms invitingly, and any plan you’d had to keep your distance goes straight out of the window as you collapse into his warm embrace.

“Haz,” you mutter, sighing contentedly as he holds you close. It doesn’t matter that his coat is covered in cool raindrops, nor that you know you’ve got three sets of prying eyes fixed on your entwined figures - all you can think of is Harrison. Harrison with his hands on your waist and his hot breath fanning over your forehead, and the scent of his rich, husky cologne.

“I missed you,” Harrison says, punctuating each of his slow words with a soft kiss to your forehead. The feeling of his lips on your skin dredges up all the memories you’d spent six months burying, and despite feeling so utterly comfortable with your face pressed up against his front, you force yourself to pull back.

You play with your fingers as you look at your friend carefully, his gaze mimicking yours. “Can’t believe it’s been six months,” you find yourself saying, earning a nod of agreement from the man. “You look good.”

He quirks an eyebrow, his lips twisting into a cocky smirk. “You too.”

Before your exchange can continue, you feel someone poke you, and crane your neck back to see Sam looking at you, a knowing smile on his face. “Can you guys go get the first round?”

“I’ve already got-” You break off as you see Tom draining the final drops of beer from your previously-full glass. “Knobhead,” you comment, earning a laugh from the man. “Been back two minutes and you’re already ruining my life.”

Tom just shrugs and pulls out his wallet. He slides you the plastic card and you raise an eyebrow. “Bigshot actor now, eh?” You tease, pocketing the card.

“Shut up,” he replies, cheeks tinting a healthy pink. “Harry’s getting the next round.”

As the table dissolves into a fit of squabbles, you feel Harrison’s arm go around your shoulders. You lean into his touch, smiling shyly to yourself as he leads you up and towards the bar. His hand slips down until he’s holding your waist, and it feels so perfect having his fingers curled up around your side that it makes you frown as you reach the bar and he separates from you. As you order the drinks, you exchange a few light words, his eyes on yours, his touch returning every few seconds as he nudges at your shoulder or pushes your hair from your face, and it’s so comfortable and familiar that it makes your heart twitch painfully every time he moves away.

The hours slowly slip away, spent away at the booth in the corner of the pub. Tom keeps you entertained as he recounts a few of his most bizarre tales from set, Harry or Harrison jumping in to add a few forgotten details every once in a while. Harrison’s sat beside you, his jacket hanging over the back of the booth, his hand resting comfortably on your knee. The touch keeps your mind anchored, stops you from spinning away in your tipsy thoughts as the temptation to recall that night keeps growing, growing. It isn’t until Harrison mutters a loud ‘is that what you really want’ to Tom that you succumb, and the memory passes behind your eyelids before you can stop it.

[-----]

It’s a hot August night. Suitcases are precariously stacked in the porch of Tom and Harrison’s house and you have to maneuver carefully to avoid pushing anything over as you walk inside. Music throbs through the house, growing louder as you push through groups of tipsy people, some you recognise, others you don’t. It’s a going away party, screams one of the banners that twirls up the staircase, and you feel your mood dampen as you’re reminded - again - that tomorrow, Tom, Harry and Harrison will be jetting away. You’ve seen their schedule, and you know there’s no way you’ll be able to get time off from uni, so this is the last night you’ll have together before they return. The last night you’ll have with him.

You spot Harrison across the room, his gaze already on you. It makes you smile shyly, your feet taking you off towards him before your mind has time to catch up. He excuses himself from his conversation before meeting you in the middle of the floor, his lips catching your cheek as he hugs you close.

“You look sad,” he comments immediately. You pull back from the hug and his hands slip to hold your waist, a bittersweet smile on your face.

“I am sad,” you admit, sucking on your lower lip as you ponder your words. “I’ll miss you a lot, Haz.” And you know you really will. You’ve never been away from any of the guys for as long as six months before, and Harrison has always lived a little closer to your heart than any of the others. And recently… Well, recently, maybe things between you have been getting a little more intense. Maybe sometimes he hugs you randomly, and sometimes you snuggle into his chest during film nights, and sometimes you let your fingers trace through his shaggy curls. Maybe you’ve grown fond of him - fonder than you should, given he’s been one of your best friends for years.

“I’ll miss you too, Y/N,” he says, eyes falling downcast. One of his hands shifts from your waist and tangles with yours, the wide pad of his thumb stroking over the back of your hand softly. “I… uh, I really-”

A sudden roll of laughter from a group beside you breaks his words, and you have to swallow back your irritation as you use your grip on his hand to pull him away from the noisy living room. Harrison follows you up the stairs, his arm brushing against yours as you reach the top and pull him into his room, the hubbub of the party below fading away until it’s just you and him, alone, in his messy bedroom.

“Sorry,” you say suddenly, realising what it must look like. “I couldn’t hear you down there.”

He laughs, the sound wonderful and deep and beautiful. He swings your joined hands together, bringing a grin to your face. “‘S okay. Don’t know why Tom invited so many people. You’re the only one I wanted to see before we left,” he says cryptically.

“Don’t let Sam hear you say that,” you tease.

“Well, Sam’s different.”

“How?”

“He’s… Sam.”

“And I’m Y/N?”

Harrison rolls his eyes, exasperation filtering out over his face as he sighs. “No. I mean, yes, but…” He steps nearer, the air between you suddenly shifting, darkening. “I don’t feel the same for you that I do for Sam, alright?”

Your eyebrows arch up your forehead. “So what exactly do you feel for me then, Haz?”

His tongue slips from his mouth, dancing dangerously over his lower lip as he brings his free hand up to your face, cupping your cheek delicately. Your heart is in your throat as his inviting, blue eyes peer into yours, an expression of curiosity fixed to the lines of his handsome face. You give him a small incline of a nod, and then his lips softly nudge against yours, meeting in a tentative burn of passion that you’ve been dreaming about for months.

It’s weird, to be kissing Harrison. It feels so perfect that it’s almost too good to be true. As you kiss him back, it grows in fervour, your hands looping up around his neck as you fist his curls in your fingers, letting his roam over your body. He holds you so firmly that it makes you feel like you're his, and if you could bask in that feeling forever, you know you would. Fuck, you’re so in love with him…

It gets heated quickly. One moment you’re standing in the centre of the room, swaying in his hold, the next you’re pushing him down on the bed and you’re straddling his lap. His hands dig into your waist, slipping up beneath your shirt and tracing over the hot skin of your back, your own fingers twirling around his necklace as you pant into his mouth. The whole situation is so dizzying and overwhelming that you have to take a break, and as you pull away from his mouth, you feel a sense of regret. He notices your hesitation, hands stilling and moving back to your waist, and he looks at you carefully. “What’s going on up there?” Harrison asks, bringing one, gentle finger up to tap at your forehead.

“You’re such an asshole,” you find yourself saying, tears suddenly pricking at your eyes. You push at his chest, anger replacing everything else. “You- I- You wait until the night before you’re flying away to do this?!”

Harrison’s face falls, guilt seizing his features. “I didn’t know…”

“Bullshit.” You’re angry now, your heart pulsing painfully. As you stare at your best friend, you bring your hands up and clench them into fists. “You knew how I felt.”

“And you knew how I felt,” he counters, his face irritated. “You waited as well, Y/N,” he says. “Don’t put this all on me.”

Your eyes screw shut as your nails dig into the skin of your palms, your breathing gradually slowing as his fingers trace softly across your waist. “I just…” You pause, finally unclenching your fists and dropping your forehead so it’s resting on his shoulder comfortably. He pulls you closer, his head burying in your hair. “You’re my best friend, Haz? And I… We can’t lose this. Not now. Maybe if you weren’t going away tomorrow, things would be different, but you are.”

With careful hands, Harrison pries you away from his chest until he can meet your eyes, his blue irises twinkling sadly. “Is that what you really want?”

You sigh, shrugging helplessly. “There’s not really an alternative, Haz,” you say. “Just… Go off and enjoy the world, alright? I’ll still be here when you come back. And if you- if you fall in love with someone else whilst you’re away, that’s fine. I’ll get over it.”

“What if you fall in love with someone whilst I’m gone?”

“I won’t,” you promise. You pick up his hand and kiss his knuckles softly, meeting his eyes nervously. “I wouldn’t be able to do that, I…” I love you.

Harrison sighs, his face conflicted and distraught, but he nods his head slowly. “I’ll come back to you,” he says sweetly. He leaves a very quick, very light kiss on your lips, and it makes your heart pang. “I love-”

You kiss him firmly, fingers grabbing at the front of his shirt. You mumble against his lips a sad, “I know, me too,” and then you pull back and climb up from his lap, fixing your hair quickly. “We should go join the party. They’ll be wondering where we are.”

Harrison nods softly, his demeanour deflated, but when you reach to grab his hand, his eyes regain some of their sparkle. “It’s only six months,” he says, trying to convince himself. “How much can change in six months?”

Everything, you want to say. Everything could change. But instead, you give him a shrug and lead him out of his bedroom, the moment behind you, the imprint of his lips against yours hanging over your mind.

[-----]

Maybe you’d been a coward. For the time he’d been away, you’d caught yourself berating your own actions, analysing them, dissecting them, even sometimes regretting them. But you know that the timing wasn’t right. What were you supposed to do? Sleep with him and then immediately say goodbye? That would have been worse than waiting on tenterhooks for six months, waiting to see if he’d find someone else, waiting on him to come back. It was like your life was on pause for those long months, only truly moving when you were texting him or calling him. It was long, and hard, and heartbreaking. But was it worth it?

You end up in the club.

It’s 2am and the room is spinning. Pulsing strobes and banging music shake your body, and you’re absolutely steaming as you enjoy yourself on the dancefloor. Harry’s already gone - disappeared with his arm around a girl, and you know Sam and Tom are flagging fast. The only one who’s managed to keep up with you, as always, is Harrison, and he’s got his hot hands pressing into your waist as you dance up against him.

He’s intoxicating. With his lips wandering up and down your neck, you find yourself reaching back and grabbing fistfuls of his hair, keeping him close, longing for him. Your bodies are pressed so tightly together that you can feel every single bump, every detail of his figure, and you’ve missed it so much.

“We’ve got a uber!” You’re pulled from your thoughts and blink a few times, Sam’s figure suddenly appearing in front of you. Harrison promptly stops his movements, his hands still holding your hips, and both of you lean nearer to the boy to hear him. “Me and Tom are going home. Do you want to come with us?” Sam yells, forehead sweaty. His eyes flicker down to where Harrison’s holding your waist, his eyes lighting up mischievously.

“No,” Harrison says immediately. Then he falters, glancing at you. “I mean, we can. I don’t mind.”

Your lips drift into a lazy smirk. “I live five minutes away, Sam. It’s fine. Haz can just stay with me, or go back later.”

His grip tightens on your waist. “Well, I’m not going to let you walk back by yourself,” Harrison says, voice cutting through the banging tunes.

Sam looks between you both. “Fine, we’ll leave you both here,” he says finally. Then his eyes narrow and he reaches out to poke your arm, then Harrison’s. “Be safe, alright?”

Sam and Tom have barely left the club before Harrison’s spinning you in his arms, moving you around to face him. His pale face is flushed a deep red, scattered rays of bright reds and blues shifting over his features as the music pounds. Your eyes connect, and the breath leaves your lungs as you just...look. You look at him hard, eyes examining every part of his face, retracing the features so familiar that you’ve spent nights looking at them behind your eyelids. His nose, his cupid’s bow, his lips. God, you could spend hours just looking at his lips.

He leans in, mouth brushing at your ear. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He reaches down and tangles your fingers together, and your heart beats weakly in your chest as you nod.

The walk back takes longer than five minutes, mainly because the cold crisp air brings your tipsiness to the forefront of your mind. You’re laughing, and Harrison’s saying something totally absurd, and then you’re both clinging to one another, bending over in peals of laughter as tears prick your eyes. You’re sure what he’s saying isn’t even funny, but in the moment, so overcome with different emotions and liqueurs, Harrison may as well be the funniest man in the world. When you eventually stumble back to your flat, Harrison has to hold your fingers and help you guide the key into the lock, setting you off again. You’re still laughing as he slides the lock shut behind you, the sound only puttering off into light giggles as you fall back on your bed, exhausted.

It’s been a rollercoaster, seeing him again, and feeling all those old emotions spring forward and seize hold of you. He’s still so fucking attractive, even now with his blond curls sticking to his sweaty forehead and his blue eyes tired and slightly bloodshot. He’s still utterly breathtaking as he lies down beside you, body sinking into the mattress as he pulls you close, guiding you onto your side so you’re cuddling him, your head on his chest. He still makes you feel weak as his lips drag over your hairline, and you cling to him because you’re terrified to let him go again.

“You meet anyone while I was away?” He says, finally addressing the elephant in the room. You shift slightly, craning your neck up as you look up at him, meeting his nervous gaze.

“Of course not,” you reply immediately, heart turning at the thought. “Did… Did you?”

He shakes his head, fluffy curls resting against your pillows. “Got everything I need right here.”

And you just melt.

Moving slowly, you shift so you’re laying on top of him. With tentative and measured movements, you crawl up his chest until your face is hanging above him, giving you the perfect view. His eyes meet yours, his small smile growing larger as you drag your lips over his cheek, leaving a scattered trail of kisses up and over his cheekbone, across his forehead, down over his other cheek, and then ending with a final kiss on his nose. Your mouth hovers over his lips as his hot breath fans over your face, and then his hands find your sides and he’s pulling you in.

You kiss, and immediately you know that six months apart was far too long, because you’d forgotten how magical it felt to be kissing your best friend. His hands slipping up, over the front of your dress, up into your hair, pulling you as close as possible as you kiss him firmly, lovingly. His lips part and your tongues dance together, and he tastes like beer but it’s okay because you do too. He’s utterly intoxicating, and as he cradles you in his strong arms, you give yourself over completely.

“I’m yours,” you mumble against his mouth. “I fucking love you, Harrison.”

Between kisses, he says, “I love you too,” and the words bring tears to your eyes.

“Never leave me again,” you say, voice wobbling. You stop kissing him, just so you can pull back and look at the face you’ve fallen so deeply in love with.

“I won’t,” he says. He catches your lips in a soft, warm kiss, and you realise that his mouth feels a little like coming home. “I promise.”

[-----]

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✮ electric love | part 1 ✮

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader | fwb!roommates au

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Summary: Living with your best friends Tom and Harrison is all fun and games until one drunken night alone with Harrison, you give in to your attraction to him. You tell yourself you should leave it at that, forget about the night you spent with him and move on to not ruin your friendship, but neither of you can stay away from each other. So without considering the possible consequences, you make a deal. But how are you supposed to keep your shenanigans from Tom? And how are you supposed to not break the number one rule of an arrangement like this: do not fall in love.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ [protected sex, drunk sex], alcohol consumption and being drunk, reader and Haz being horny idiots? (this kinda goes for the whole series lmao)

A/N: Ahhh I'm so excited for this (mini) series!! I hope you guys like it!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️

Growing up, your dream was to go to university and have the time of your life with your best friends. It wasn’t until about a year ago that that dream started to become a reality. You and your best friends Tom and Harrison all got accepted to the same university. A university all three of you had dreamed of going to for years. So without having to think twice about it, you registered for the fall semester and started looking for a flat together.

You’d had countless sleepovers with the two boys, and went on holiday together, so you had an idea of what you were signing up for moving in with them. They weren’t neat freaks but knew how to keep a place clean. That was all you were asking for. No way were you going to be their maid and clean up after them.

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was that the harmless attraction you had felt towards Harrison for a while now got increasingly more prominent. Yours and Harrison’s friendship and the way you interact with each other had always been flirty. But ever since your final months in school you’d been a little confused by your feelings towards Harrison. You never did anything to explore those feelings, though. He’s your best friend, and there are always consequences when you cross that line with a friend. You told yourself it’s just a phase.

Anyway, living with Harrison presented itself as more of a challenge than initially anticipated. The guy has no shame running around the flat half-naked. Neither does Tom, but that doesn’t affect you in the way that it does with Harrison. Both of them are attractive, yes, but your belly does somersaults whenever you get the slightest view of Harrison’s naked skin. You hate it. And you start to wonder if moving in with him was as good of an idea as you thought.

Besides the inner turmoil, you’ve honestly gotten used to over the past couple of months, living with Tom and Harrison is a blast. You always have someone to talk to, to vent about how annoying uni homework can be, and always someone to cheer you up at the end of a stressful day.

Whenever one of the three of you is down, the other two are always there to make it better.

Tom had taken up a bartending job a couple weeks into the first semester, which ended up being beneficial to all of you. For Tom, the obvious benefit was earning money, for you and Harrison, it was discounted drinks. The pub he worked at quickly became your go-to spot even when Tom wasn’t working.

Right now, however, Tom was working and you and Harrison didn’t feel like going out. There’s no party or at least none that you are interested in going to, so you decide to throw your own little private party. And by private you mean no guests, you couldn’t be bothered to clean up after dozens of people who don't give a crap what they keep lying around.

Plus, both of you had a stressful week with tests and deadlines, and you’re looking forward to just chill for a bit. Harrison got the booze, and you took care of the snacks and movies, so now you’re sitting on the couch watching one of the most ridiculous horror films you’ve ever seen while guzzling down one can of cider after the other.

"Oh my gosh, no! Don’t go in there!” You shout at the TV, not that it makes any type of difference. “And he went in there. And now he’s dead.” You say matter of factly, causing Harrison to laugh.

“He’s not dead yet.” He points out, but it doesn’t take long for the music to get more intense. And ten seconds later, the guy on screen is, indeed, dead. You give Harrison a look, but he just keeps laughing.

“Why are people in horror films always so stupid? Wouldn’t it be much scarier if they were super smart and always did the right thing and end up getting killed anyway?”

“But then you wouldn’t be shouting at the TV. Don’t you think it’s kind of cathartic?” Harrison asks with a raised brow, “Honestly, I feel like you’re bottling up all your frustrations and then let them all out when we’re watching horror films.” You can see the amusement in his face, and all you can do is roll your eyes.

“Shut up.” You throw a pillow at him, which he, unfortunately, catches. Watching bad horror films was sort of your and Harrison’s thing. Tom wasn’t really a fan of them, so whenever he was gone, it was an unspoken rule that you and Harrison would be watching a horror movie that evening. There might be a limited amount of good horror movies, but for every good one, there were at least fifty bad ones.

“You want another drink?” Harrison asks as he gently moves your feet out of his lap and gets up from the sofa. He picks your empty can up from the coffee table and takes it to the kitchen along with his own empty can of beer.

“Yes, please!” You call after him even though your living area is an open space, so you can still see him as he opens the fridge. “There's only so much I can take while being sober.”

“You’ve already had two drinks, there’s no way you’re still sober.” Harrison chuckles, plopping down on the sofa next to you before handing you a new can of cider.

You make an undistinguishable noise as you open the can and take a sip.

An hour later, you’re both proper drunk. The movie has long since been over, but neither of you have been bothered to turn off the TV or put on a different movie. Harrison is slouched next to you, his arm loosely thrown over your shoulder, his fingers playing with your hair as he watches you intently while you try to explain to him why you think that one of your professors is actually working undercover for the MI6.

"It makes complete sense! Why else would he be late and unprepared all the time, huh?"

Harrison just raises his eyebrows “Maybe he doesn’t take his job very seriously?”

“No, he takes his job too seriously. Because he’s a secret agent for MI6 and spends his whole time fighting the bad guys instead of preparing his lessons!”

“But didn’t you say he’s undercover? Why would he neglect his teaching if that’s part of his job for MI6?”

“Shhhh” You shush him, placing your pointer finger over his lips “Don’t question my logic”

Harrison gently wraps his hand around yours to pull it away from his mouth.

“I’m sorry to say this, but there isn’t much logic behind that theory, love.”

“You’re mean” You push your bottom lip forward in a pout.

“I’m not! I’m just stating facts here” He’s still holding your hand in his and you’re suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of your skin that’s touching his. So in an attempt to stop the shivers running down your spine, you try to pull your hand out of his hold, but his grip just tightens. When you look up, he’s already looking at you, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“What are you doing?” You ask your voice barely above a whisper.

“Nothing” He shrugs his shoulders, the corner of his mouth kicking up into a smirk. And then he tugs on your hand, pulling you on top of him, and in a movement that has your head spinning, he rolls both of you over so he’s now hovering above you. You don’t even have the chance to say anything before he’s got his hands on your sides, tickling you.

“Oh my god, Haz, no” You press out between laughs, your stomach already starting to hurt. You try to curl up into yourself to get away from his wiggling fingers, but it’s no use, Harrison’s got you pinned down.

You hadn’t even been aware that he’s positioned between your legs, and the sudden realisation makes your breath catch in your throat. You try to get a grasp on his arms to push him away, get him to stop tickling you, but he’s too strong, taking your hands and pinning them above your head. The motion has his face only inches from yours, his breath hitting your lips, and it takes everything in you to keep still. The air between you is charged, his eyes flitting over your face, and you can feel his chest touch yours with every breath.

By now, he’s completely covering your body on the couch, and all you want to do is wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer into you. But you can’t move, kept in place by Harrison’s pale blue eyes. And then everything happens so quickly it takes your breath away.

Harrison makes a noise in the back of his throat, and then his lips are on yours. He takes your top lip between his, then your bottom lip and then you’re finally registering what’s happening and lean up, chasing his lips.

His grip on your wrists loosens, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as you open your mouth, inviting him in deeper. You bury your hands in Harrison’s soft hair, tugging on his dark blond curls.

Harrison groans and rolls his hips into yours, and the feeling of him against you makes you throw all caution into the wind. You’re overcome with desire. With a swift but clumsy movement, you tug his shirt over his head.

Meanwhile, Harrison’s hands have also found their way under your shirt, his fingertip trailing over your skin, causing goosebumps to rise wherever he’s touching you. Your breathing’s uneven as he moves his lips to your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses all over your skin.

Arching your back you press yourself closer to him and wrap your legs around him. You run your hands over his toned back, feeling his muscles contract with each of his movements.

It’s been a while since you’ve been touched like this. And all of the sexual frustration you’ve been bottling up is threatening to spill over with the way Harrison’s hands are caressing your skin.

It almost feels like your brain shuts off completely when Harrison finds your sweet spot and starts sucking on it. You feel a tingling sensation in your lower belly, and then your clit’s throbbing, and you lose all sense of rational thinking.

“Fuck me” The words leave your lips without you even realising, and for a moment both you and Harrison pause. He lifts himself up to look at you, searching your face. And he must’ve found whatever he was looking for because in the next second his grip on you tightens, and then your shirt is pulled over your head.

“Gorgeous” The word falls from his lips with a hushed breath, as if he’s in awe, his eyes roaming over your half-naked body.

With frenzied movements, you both undress, not without getting tangled a couple of times. But then you’re naked, and if your mind wasn’t so foggy with desire, you would take a moment to appreciate Harrison’s handsome form as he positions himself between your legs. He’s got his hard cock in his hand about to enter you when he pauses.

“Fuck. I need to get a condom”

You let out a soft whine, but Harrison is back so quickly you hadn’t even really registered he was gone.

With one hand on your bent knee, he runs his fingers through your slick folds and lets out a low hiss.

“You’re so wet, this all for me?” You can hear the cocky smirk in his voice, and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.

“Yes, now please fuck me already.”

And then you feel his tip against your entrance. Harrison doesn’t give you much time to prepare as he starts pushing into you. You’re not complaining though, the feeling of his girth stretching you out is better than anything you’ve ever experienced.

When he’s completely inside of you, he halts his movements, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

“So tight” He murmurs against your skin, then places a sloppy kiss on your shoulder. Your cunt is throbbing, and in an attempt to get him to move, you roll your hips against his, causing Harrison to curse. “Fuck, you’re needy, aren’t you?”

You don’t grant that with an answer, and you don’t need to because the next thing you know, Harrison starts thrusting, moving in and out of you, his movements getting quicker and quicker every time he enters you.

The living room is filled with the sounds of skin hitting skin and breathy moans.

“Right there” You throw your head back with a groan when Harrison’s cock grazes your g-spot, and then Harrison seems hellbent on hitting it over and over and over again until you can’t think straight anymore. Your whole body is tingling, the coil in your stomach about to snap as you try to spread your legs even further, to feel him deeper.

You barely notice Harrison’s strained groans as he places his thumb on your clit. The sudden stimulation makes you cry out, your walls spasming around his cock as your release washes over you in shuddering waves.

You dig your fingernails into whatever you can hold onto as you cum around Harrison’s cock.

Your release pushes him over the edge as well, his cock twitching inside you as he orgasms with a deep groan.

You both need a moment to catch your breath. Your skin is sticky with sweat, but you don’t have the energy to get up and take a shower. Especially not with Harrison sprawled on top of you.

He pulls out of you, and before you can even register the cold air around you, he pulls the blanket from the back of the couch and covers you with it. He tugs on his boxers and gets up, probably to dispose of the condom, before he joins you back on the couch.

He squeezes himself between you and the back of the couch, pulling you close to him so you won’t fall off the couch.

“How was that?” He whispers as he joins you under the blanket and tangles his legs with yours.

“Good” You hum “Very good”

Harrison’s grip on you tightens a bit, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, placing a kiss there.

“It was, wasn’t it” You can feel him smile against your skin, and you let yourself sink into him. You’re starting to feel the energy draining from you.

And with nothing but Harrison filling your thoughts, you fall asleep.

A/N: here it is! the first part!! I hope you liked it! Let me know what you think!!! <3

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sadchappuccino · 4 years

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what about like haz reaction to nipple piercings like it’s there first time together and just loves them

Warnings: Nsfw, smut, piercing kink?

His hands travelled up your sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “These look so good baby,” he gently grabbed your boobs. His fingers gently traved over your piercings, making you shiver. “I’m not hurting you right?”

“No- No it feels great,” you whimpered. Haz smiled before he leaned and kissed your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and twirling the cool metal with his tongue. “It looks so good darling,” he whispered, “so good.”

Smut Sunday

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mcwriting · 3 years

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sweet home alabama (1)

Here’s chapter 1!!! I hope you all enjoy!

Story Masterlist

Word Count: 2178

Warnings: Really mild language and mentions of alcohol consumption

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“Tom! Tom! Over here, Tom!”

The 23 year old actor tuned out the voices of the paparazzi and ignored lights flashing as he walked up the sidewalk.

For the first time in 5 years, he was finally headed back to where it all began: his tiny hometown in Alabama. With his private charter leaving at noon, Tom had known the paparazzi would be unavoidable, but he was still annoyed by their insistence.

When his team finally made it in the doors, he breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt a turning in his stomach at the thought of returning after all these years.

He hadn’t exactly left everyone on the best of terms.

He chose not to dwell on it though, instead saying a few goodbyes and loading up with his younger brother, Harry, who had been back and forth since his own high school graduation and knew what to expect back home.

One could tell by the way Harry’s accent stuck and Tom’s hadn’t, taking on a more neutral midwest sound to hide his roots. He wasn’t necessarily proud of it, but it sure did keep him from being typecast.

With one last sigh, he turned and waved to his agent and bodyguard, getting a quick glance at the city around him before stepping inside the cabin.

This was going to be interesting.

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Y/n took in a deep breath as she dug a spade into the earth, just beneath a cotton plant.

She was out in the middle of one of the hundreds of rows on this particular farm. The soil she had collected was scooped into a small plastic jar, which she then labelled with the date and location.

It was the beginning of summer, early June, and already pretty hot. Even though it was starting to become dusk, y/n guessed around 5:30, the stiff jeans and long sleeved button up she wore to protect from any excess pollen, as blooms were beginning to form, made her hot and thirsty.

She stuck a little dowel with a pink flag tied to it in the hole, filling in the dirt around it so it stood up straight before she got herself up.

When she stood, her unbuttoned shirt allowed some airflow over her tank top, but her back was still wet with sweat. Although her hair was pulled into a bun, the wispies that fell from it also stuck to her neck uncomfortably.

She began the walk back up to her truck, which was parked in the driveway of Melanie’s home, one of her childhood friends.

As she was organizing the fresh jar with the multiple others in a cardboard flat on the floorboard, Melanie stepped out onto the front porch, leaning over the railing.

“Hey, y/n!” she called. Y/n shut the door and turned around, wiping her brow as she leaned against the old pickup.

“What’s up, Mel?”

“You comin’ to Alan’s tonight? I gotta feeling you’ll want to.”

Y/n furrowed her brow. Alan’s was the town diner where everyone liked to convene on evenings, when it would transform into a bar. Friday nights were especially popular with those in their 20s and 30s. It was predictable who would show up each week, but Melanie’s tone indicated something unexpected was to happen tonight.

“Oh yeah? And why d’you say that?”

“I won’t spoil anything,” she answered, hands up in mock surrender as she stepped off the porch. “So you in or not?”

“Melanie, it’s a Friday night… I wouldn’t miss it for nothin’,” she replied with a wink, both girls laughing. “I just need to drop this box at the S.H.E.D. and clean up a little. Is 7 good?”

“I’ll see you then I guess. But don’t do too much work before you come have fun, alright? I need my pool partner to be on her A-game!”

They both laughed again as y/n waved her off, hopping into the cab. As she drove towards home, she couldn’t help but ponder on what Melanie had said.

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“Aw come on now, y/n! We can’t all be good at math and angles and all that!” Harrison exclaimed, annoyed that she had won yet another round of pool.

“Haz, I don’t know when you’re gonna give up. I’ve beaten you about a hundred times now and I don’t think I’m gonna stop any time soon,” she replied, earning a cheer from the crowd around her. It probably didn’t help him that she wasn’t even buzzed yet.

Once y/n had rinsed off at home, she’d changed into some skinny jeans, boots, and a tight sleeveless top to meet Melanie for dinner in. After dinner, the sun had finally set and the bar was hopping, as usual. Y/n’s friends always packed around the pool table when she went up against someone, especially Harrison.

Someone went up to a chalkboard nearby, marking another tally by her name in the record for most wins so far in the year. Harrison had the next highest number, which was still 15 behind her.

It was all in good jest, though, as the close friends clinked beer bottles and drank to officially finish the game.

Just down the street, Tom and his younger twin brothers, who’d somewhat recently turned 21, walked towards Alan’s.

“Man, the last time I was in here I was swiping a couple beers for me and…” he trailed. The happy memory ended when he remembered who it was with.

“Yeah well now we’re all legal,” Sam cut in. “And you’d be surprised at who you see around these parts.” He stepped forward and opened the door for his brothers, allowing Tom to step inside first.

Y/n, Harrison, and Melanie were laughing and talking when the usual bar chatter got louder, with a few “he’s back!” and “welcome home!” shouts ringing out.

Her friends were facing the door with eyes wide, already knowing that Tom was coming, but unprepared to see what might go down when y/n realized it.

“What the hell has gotten into you two?” she jokingly asked, but her face fell serious when the pair pointed their heads to the door and raised their brows.

When she turned around and saw his face, it was like the world stopped.

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The whole “we’re gonna be in love and get married” thing had worn off by the time y/n and Tom got to middle school, but they still remained closer than ever, trying to fight the new territories that came with puberty.

There was a few months’ period when the two couldn’t handle the emotions that came with growing up (and being best friends with the opposite sex), but eventually they came around and chalked any “crush” feelings up to hormones.

Who would have guessed the feelings would stick?

But it takes a long time to figure that kind of stuff out.

Instead, they began the journey of exploring what it meant to grow up with other people; new friendships and school crushes forming, awkward dances and learning what it meant to have a real “boy-girl party.”

Y/n and Tom had thought it would be just like any other hang out that they liked to have, just with more people.

Playing 7 minutes in heaven at a friend’s barn changed that.

They both acted disgusted at the idea of being shoved in a closet full of horse tack to make out, but curiosity got the best of them and they ended up being each others’ first kiss. It was only a peck, but neither could stop blushing until they got home.

It wasn’t the beginning of a story, but it definitely wasn’t the end either.

And this was only one of the hundreds of memories flashing through y/n’s head as she looked at her former best friend across the bar.

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Y/n gulped heavily, staring at the actor who had come in through the door.

“What is he doing here?” she asked quietly, looking between her two closest friends. They averted their eyes. “Y’all knew he was coming, didn’t you? And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“We didn’t want you to skip coming tonight. It’s been five years, y/n. Maybe he’s changed?” Melanie replied gently.

“Well he’s definitely changed,” y/n added as she looked him up and down, her tone indicating a different kind of change than Melanie had implied.

Tom was looking around waving as everyone greeted him, Harrison brushing past y/n to greet his childhood pal and blocking Tom’s view from her.

“Thank you, guys. You all didn’t have to do all this!” Tom said, everyone noticeably taken aback by his accent. Sure they’d heard him in movies, but not many people in town knew he had officially dropped his southern twang. He also wore skinny jeans, an expensive brand-name tee, and most noticeably, tennis shoes rather than boots.

Y/n leaned back on the pool table’s edge and swigged on her beer, trying (and failing) not to roll her eyes.

“Oh Lord, he thinks this is a welcome home party. There’re more people here last week than tonight,” y/n commented, causing Melanie to elbow her and laugh.

“Don’t talk too loud, now,” she giggled.

Tom hugged Harrison excitedly. He had flown the guy out to a couple premieres, but now it had been over a year since the pair had seen each other. When they separated, Harrison slung an arm over Tom’s shoulder, motioning his hand around the bar.

“Miss this place?” he asked as Tom scanned the room.

Tom couldn’t answer straight away as his eyes suddenly met y/n’s. His face lit up and he smiled, y/n offering back an awkward grin and wave, turning around to answer something Melanie said.

“Uh. Yeah, you bet I did,” he finally said, eyes still trained on y/n.

“Just go talk to her,” Harrison said, knowing exactly what Tom was thinking as he pushed the actor forward a bit.

After straightening out from Haz’s shove, Tom came up to y/n.

Melanie was mid conversation with y/n when she saw Harrison’s move.

“He’s comin’ this way,” she warned y/n, who took one last deep breath, rolled her eyes, then plastered on a smile before turning around.

Tom was taken aback when y/n turned to face him, a warm smile on her face.

“Uh… h- hey,” he said apprehensively. “Funny seeing you here.”

“Hey, where else would I be on a Friday night?” she asked smoothly, chuckling. “Sooo… how’ve you been? You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself these days.”

“Yeah, yeah I have been. And what about you? What have you done for the past 5 years? I never hear anything anymore.”

Probably because you don’t care to look y/n thought.

“Oh, well. You know. Finished college last year. Been workin’ ‘round the farms in town. Pretty boring stuff, I’m sure.”

Tom nodded, eyebrows raised. Y/n could see right through his feigned interest. She always could read him like a book.

“So what are you doing back here?” she asked him after a pause.

“You haven’t heard? I got cast in a role about farming so what better way to get into the role than to come do it for real at home!?” Tom answered excitedly.

“Oh, I see. That’s great. You gonna drive your granddad’s cattle or collect eggs or something?”

Tom’s parents had never been farmers in his lifetime, his dad owning the local town grocery store and mom running a clothes boutique across the street. There were other places to buy goods, too, if you wanted to make the 45 minute drive to the nearest Walmart, of course.

Y/n’s, on the other hand, were. They raised livestock in conjunction with her mom’s parents and siblings, something that ran in the family and would one day be passed on to her cousins.

“I might help him out some, but my brothers have a lot of that handled. Maybe Haz’s fam will let me do some work on the peanut farm.”

“Doin’ what? They just planted a couple weeks ago, Harrison ‘n Charlotte just finished spreading straw, and harvest ain’t till September at the earliest. There’s nothing you could do.”

Tom’s brows furrowed.

“Oh. What about cotton?”

“If you’re lookin’ to work cotton, blooms are startin’ to form and it’s lookin like we might have an early harvest in August this year. I’m sure daddy would love some extra hands to water everything while I’m at work,” Melanie piped up. Y/n looked at her smug smile with wide eyes.

“Really? You’d do that for me? Thanks Mel. That’d be amazing. I’ll even work for free.”

“Well if you’re gonna work for free then I don’t even gotta ask him. You’re hired! We’ll see you bright Monday mornin’?” she asked, getting an affirmation in reply.

“You know, it was nice talking to you guys but I should probably visit with some other people,” Tom started to say, then turned directly to y/n. “Hey we ‘oughta catch up some time. Whaddya say?”

Y/n gave another tight-lipped grin and nodded.

“Sounds like a plan.”

Once he stepped away towards the guys again, y/n let out a deep sigh and turned her back to him again, looking at Melanie.

“What was that! You know I’m still in the middle of research at your farm!”

“Look, he needed a job, I gave him one. Hell, he’ll probably quit after an hour of hard labor and gettin dirt on his precious little hands,” she laughed, causing y/n to crack a smile. “And what was that smile you had on your face, huh? I thought you hated him still.”

“Oh believe me I do. Can’t no one say Tom’s the only actor to come out of this town,” y/n said, causing both girls to laugh as they went back to their drinks.

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nowimyurdaisy · 2 years

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I Bet You Think About Me

pairing: (insert name) x reader

warnings: none? angst. (bad writing lol)

summary: based off of I Bet You Think About Me by Taylor Swift.

a/n: so i’m like really obsessed with this song right now XD. So i hope you like it. I did write it with someone in mind, however you can pinture whoever you want when you read this (idk i've never had a fic that didn't have the guys name in it so... yep.) aslo sorry I haven't posted in a while, kinda busy and hadnt had any inspiration! enjoy :)

3 AM and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me, huh

Your eyes were burned wide open, staring at the dim light of your alarm clock, only thing lighting up the room. Sleep becoming a rare thing for you. Busy thinking 'bout him. Him in his fancy city, with his "fancy”, “million-dollar” sheets. Ridiculous when you think about it. Still.

Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles Yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love Oh, they sit around talkin' 'bout the meaning of life And the book that just saved 'em that I hadn't heard of

Confused and alone, when around his friends. Staring blankly as he laughed cried happy tears, about that new book. The new book that saved them. Saved them from what? There fancy ass lives?

But now that we're done and it's over I bet you couldn't believe When you realized I'm harder to forget than I was to leave And I bet you think about me

He left you in a heartbeat, fleeing the apartment, the city, your life. Sure it looks easy to do so. But i’m the kinda girl you can't forget, burned into the back of your mind, in scorching red. I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community Glamorous, shiny, bright Beverly Hills I was raised on a farm, no, it wasn't a mansion Just livin' room dancin' and kitchen table bills

Ah yes, you and your fancy life. You and your huge mansions with a long driveway, tall black gates, mansions you can't see from the street. Naked to the normal eye. I'm a more simple gal. You said you “liked” the country side of me. I'm close with my family, dancing with my cat in the refrigerator light, swaying to the music, in the middle of the night.

But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for And you and I fell like an early spring snow But reality crept in, you said we're too different You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes

I couldn't help it, you know that. I follow my heart, not my head. You remember dancing around, in the the snow of spring, something unlikely to occur, yet it still di. Unlikely just the like the two of you. Different, opposites, but like puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly together. I guess I should've seen it coming, you laughed at my dreams instead of laughing at my jokes. You think i'm stupid, think I didn't notice you roll your eyes at my jokes.

Mr. Superior Thinkin' Do you have all the space that you need? I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy And I bet you think about me

Mr. Ego, always thinking ahead, stuck up in your ways, always so full of yourself. Is there any space up in that inflated ego of yours? I'm not your shrink, thank the universe no. But you're never really happy are you, not with me, not with the next girl no.

I bet you think about me, yes I bet you think about me

I'm on your mind all the time. No doubt. Forever and always.

Oh, block it all out The voice is so loud, sayin' "Why did you let her go?" Does it make you feel sad That the love that you're lookin' for Is the love that you had

You block out me out, the voicing nagging you to run after me, calling my name, telling me your sorry? I have that same voice saying you don't deserve him, however I have another voice telling me to run back to him, begging for his forgiveness, I've done nothing wrong though. Your sad now ha. I’m sad too. You searching for love? You had love, I was your love, the love of your life, at least I thought I was.

Now you're out in the world, searchin' for your soul Scared not to be hip, scared to get old Chasing make-believe status, last time you felt free Was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me

I know you, I know you're out there looking for your soul, too scared to be alone, too scared to get old. Ha. Too late, you're already stuck in your old ways. That status you reach for, those 5 star ratings, those likes and re-blogs. You know those people are fakes, hiding behind there phones, like you, never feeling free. Last time you were free, you were with me.

But now that we're done and it's over I bet it's hard to believe That it turned out I'm harder to forget than I was to leave And, yeah, I bet you think about me

“We're over! It's done!” I yelled at him, tears bubbling in your eyes. Running away, away from the scene in front of you, lifting your red dress and swinging the large front doors open. Even now you fantasize about me. Don’t you? I'm hard to forget, just ask my long list of ex lovers. You left me in a flash, but I never really left your heart.

I bet you think about me, yes I bet you think about me

On your mind all the time. Its to be expected at this point.

I bet you think about me when you're out At your cool indie music concerts every week I bet you think about me in your house With your organic shoes and your million-dollar couch

Out at the store, glancing around, front pages of magazines everywhere, my face all over them. Pumping heart, thumping music. Indie concerts always so fun, at least he thought, now he's not so sure anymore; kinda boring every week. Could never believe someone would spend a million dollars on a couch, astonishing.

I bet you think about me when you say "Oh my god, she's insane, she wrote a song about me" I bet you think about me

Chuckling to himself, shaking his head, saying "my god, this lady is insane, she wrote a song about me, should've ditched her sooner”. He knows that's not true, he thinks about you every waking second of his day. I bet you think about me.....

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goldenretriever-nicknelson · 3 years

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A night with you [H.O]

A/n: Sorry I haven't had anything else to post lately, my new job has been hectic so here's a fic I wrote a while ago with the help of @glowunderthemoon.

Summary: Y/n is the bridesmaid but never the bride and Harrison is tired of not having that special someone to share his life with. Neither of them expected to enjoy another wedding let alone find something they'd always been searching for at it.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: some angst, mentions of past infidelity and shitty exes, Tom’s a bit of a player haha

Harrison hated weddings. It wasn’t that he hated the actual wedding ceremony itself, he loved romance and he loved it when people celebrated that love with their friends. What he wasn’t a fan of was the inability to share that joy with a love of his own.

He’d been single for just over a year now, sure he’d had flings and a few one nights stands after nights out but Haz knew he wanted something more. He wanted someone to cuddle with when the nights were cold, to share a hot chocolate and blanket with and to giggle at stolen kisses as they watched something on tv.

He had come to the wedding with his best friend, Tom. Both of them had chosen to go stag but Tom was already chatting up one of the wedding guests as they danced the night away. Haz watched them for a moment, smiling at how happy and carefree his best mate looked. With the career they were both following, it was easy to overwork yourself and forget to have fun outside of set. Maybe Harrison needed someone to remind him of the joys life still had to offer outside of work.

Haz was pulled from his thoughts as a girl sat down next to him, heaving a large sigh as she took off her heels.

“These shoes were not made for walking or dancing. Why do girls wear these?” She turned to Harrison and suddenly she regretted taking off her shoes next to a complete yet handsome stranger.

“I’m more of a sneaker person myself.”

“Me too.” She smiled and laughed with him. Both of them were thinking about how cute the other was.

“I’m Harrison.”

He outstretched his hand for her to shake and for a moment the girl forgot how to greet people, her mind cleared of any coherent thought. Her mind just thought about what it would be like to hold his hand so that’s what she did.

Harrison laughed as she paused before shaking his hand, her cheeks burning bright red.

“Y/n.”

He smiled at her and let go of her hand gently, noticing that she was wearing a bridesmaid dress and how beautiful it looked on her. Y/n was hesitant to make eye-contact with him again as she willed her cheeks to stop flaming as bright as the tomatoes that garnished the salad but Harrison couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“So where’s your date?” Haz tried to slyly slip the question in to break the silence and gauged her reaction as he sipped his champagne.

“Probably in some fictional land like the rest of my dates.” She remarked bitterly, smoothing down the wrinkles on her dress. “Last date I had turned out to be an asshole just like the rest. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride right?”

Y/n stopped a server to grab a champagne flute before practically downing it in one sip. The sarcasm and cynical tone of her voice was easy to pick up on as Harrison listened to her, gaze fixated on the girl that seemed to have given up on love.

He never did turn down a challenge.

“You wanna dance?”

Harrison caught by her surprise as he blurted out the question confidently, extending his hand out to her once more but hoping that this time he wouldn’t have to let go as quickly. Y/n’s eyes met his blue orbs, lost in the way they sparkled and enchanted her.

She hesitated, her trust in romance had been broken far too many times but it wasn’t every day that a blue-eyed gentleman asked you to dance.

He noticed her hesitation and almost went to withdraw his offer, afraid he’d made her uncomfortable before she took his hand and pulled him to the dance floor full of couples. A loud upbeat song was playing and it only took a small bit of dutch courage in their systems to take effect for them to start dancing like no one was watching.

Harrison twirled and spun y/n around to the beat, taking to the centre of the dancefloor as they threw all their worries out of the window and danced with this beautiful stranger in front of them.

They danced their way through the cheesy wedding playlist until a slow song started playing, creating an awkward situation between them. Their eyes met nervously, all fun and excitement fading. All each other knew is that they didn’t want to leave even if Y/n had thought it was for the best.

Harrison took her hand and pulled her into him, silently asking with his eyes if this was okay as the music hummed softly behind them. He spotted Tom and his new found love interest already making out drunkenly and shook his head with a laugh.

Y/n distracted him by looping her arms around his neck and smiling at him. “Show me your moves Harrison.”

He blushed and met her teasing gaze, smiling back and quirking a brow. “You can call me Haz.” She was just about to reply before he put his hands on her waist and started to sway to the music.

Y/n giggled and he felt her hands play with the hairs at the back of his neck before whispering to him. “This isn’t a school dance Haz, show me what you got.”

Before she had even finished her sentence he twirled her outwards and pulled her in, dipping y/n as the tempo of the song increased. Harrison took her hand and put his few dance lessons from Tom to use, impressing her with his moves.

They grew closer as the song continued until their lips were ghosting over each other, practically touching. Haz went to lean in for the kiss as the song ended but y/n pulled back and cleared her throat.

“Not bad.” She avoided his gaze as she straightened her dress down and took a deep breath. “I-I have to go.”

“Wait, what did I do?” Harrison stopped her and pleaded with his eyes to know what had happened. He thought things had been going well.

Y/n sighed and turned to face him again, her demeanor suddenly very different. “I don’t do wedding hook-ups.” Before Harrison could argue that that wasn’t what he wanted, y/n was already walking towards the bathrooms, leaving Haz to go and sit back at his table alone.

He kept his eyes searching for y/n as the reception continued, hoping he could bump into her again and explain but she was nowhere to be seen. Harrison picked at his slice of cake as he watched the happy couple celebrate before someone tapped his shoulder and stole his plate.

“Good cake right?”

Harrison turned to find Tom with his mouth full of cake, clearly drunk and enjoying himself much more than Haz was. He merely nodded at his best friend before going back to his pity party of one.

“I saw you with that bridesmaid.” Tom wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. “Anything interesting happen?”

“No mate, it wasn’t like that and she’s disappeared now anyway.” Haz sighed, resting his chin on his hand and finishing his champagne glass. Tom shrugged and finished his second piece of cake.

“Well the girl I was with just had to run off, something about a bridesmaid crying outside. I know it’s a very reasonable excuse but I was hoping we had something you know-”

Harrison didn’t hear the rest of what his best friend rambled about as he got up out of his seat, his legs moving faster than his mind was. He ignored Tom’s protests and questions as he headed out of the party into the pouring rain, passing Tom’s new friend on the way out.

The rain was fast and heavy, seeping into the expensive material of his suit but he couldn’t care less as his eyes fell on the girl he had spent the remainder of the night searching for.

“Y/n!”

She turned around at the call of her name, soaked from head to toe with mascara running down her cheeks that had nothing to do with the rain. Her eyebrows knitted together at seeing the strange guy she’d danced with standing in the pouring rain.

“Harrison?”

He walked closer and used his jacket as a shelter, concern etched on his face at the tears that were running down her cheeks. He quickly fished a tissue from that packet in his pocket, having brought them for Tom since he got emotional at weddings especially when he was drunk.

Y/n took it gratefully and wiped her eyes, smiling slightly as Haz covered both their heads with his jacket and shielded her from the rain.

“Listen about before, I didn’t want or expect a hook-up. I liked dancing with you.”

She was surprised by his confession but it brought a smile to her face as she finished wiping her eyes. Not many guys admitted that or wanted something more than a hook-up with a bridesmaid, a stupid wedding tradition as it were for stag guys.

“I liked dancing with you too.” Y/n blushed, glancing at the wet pavement before meeting Harrison’s gaze once more. His sandy blonde hair was messy and wet from the rain but he couldn’t look happier to see you again.

“This might sound crazy but do you want to get out of here?” Harrison raised his voice as the rain started to come down in heavy droplets, soaking through every part of clothing into his bones. He saw your expression fall and quickly rushed to clarify. “I mean go get food that’s not cake and that people can’t steal.”

Y/n’s expression turned softer once more and she laughed loudly, not fully understanding what she meant but nodding nonetheless. “I’d like that.”

Harrison smiled and chuckled, taking her hand in his and running to his car. He opened the door for her before getting into the driver's seat and quickly turning on the heating. Y/n sighed happily at the warm heat and blushed as Harrison gave her his coat from the back seat that was warm and dry.

“Thank you.” She smiled and snuggled into the warmth of the coat, noticing the distinct smell of the same cologne that she had smelt on Harrison when they had danced. It was comforting and even though they had just met, Y/n felt like she could trust Harrison, he wasn’t like the other guys that had broken your heart.

Harrison’s music started playing as he drove, cringing as his love song playlist came on. He quickly tried to change it before Y/n stopped him.

“I like this song.” She smiled and started singing along to chasing cars. He found it hard to stop playing the music after seeing how happy she was and how beautiful her voice was. He was entranced by it as he drove to a small diner not too far from the reception hall.

The rain had died down by the time they had arrived which made you both grateful but the floor was still slippery almost causing Y/n to slip over with the length of her dress. Harrison caught her, his hand holding onto hers as he helped her back onto her feet.

They both blushed as their hands stayed together and their eyes met, neither wanting the other to leave at that moment. Harrison took the move and kept a hold of her hand as they walked into the diner, grabbing a booth and smiling widely at each other.

Despite the cold weather Harrison and Y/n both ordered milkshakes to compliment their fries, even attempting to dip them into the creamy shakes. The other customers stared at them because of their fancy attire and the amount of laughter coming from the table until eventually it died down into more serious conversation.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset earlier.”

Y/n looked up at him and quickly shook her head. “No Haz, it wasn’t you.” He gave a small sigh of relief before encouraging her to carry on if she wanted. “I-I just got a text from an ex earlier and we met at a wedding too, hooked up and started dating until he cheated on me. Meeting you reminded me of that and even though I’m so far over him, I just didn’t want it to happen again.”

Harrison nodded as he listened, understanding why she had been so guarded from him earlier and understandably upset thinking he was another guy who just wanted to hook up. He took her hand from across the table and squeezed it gently which made her gaze return to his.

“I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m sorry about your ex though, he sounds like a dickhead.”

Y/n laughed at that, gently wiping her eyes and nodding in agreement. She squeezed his hand back and rubbed her thumb over his knuckles in a quiet thank you. She didn’t know why it felt good to tell him all of this stuff but it felt like a weight was taken off of her shoulders.

“I was upset today too.”

She tilted her head and studied Harrison’s face as he looked down at his empty glass.

“What happened?”

Harrison tapped his fingers on the table and bit his lip. “I got news this morning that I didn’t get the role I wanted and being at a wedding just made me feel really lonely. Then I met you and suddenly things didn’t seem so bad anymore.” His lips lifted into a gentle smile that made y/n’s heart race as well as his words.

“You’re a very special guy Haz but I don’t even know your last name.” Y/n teased with a smile, interlocking their fingers and playing with them.

He laughed and nodded. “It’s Osterfield. Harrison Osterfield.”

“Y/n L/n.” She pulled her hand away only to reach out for his again in a handshake which he happily gave, smoothly kissing the back of her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” She winked and nudged her foot against his playfully, their gazes intent on each other as they started to learn more and more about each other.

Harrison slowly put his key in the lock and turned it, hoping not to wake his roommate as he snuck back into their shared apartment. He took his shoes off and put his keys down on the table just as Tessa ran up to him and barked happily.

“Shhh shhh, hey tessa. Where’s Tom?” He stroked her fur gently and scratched her head to help her calm down.

His question was answered as Tom came out of his room looking tired and very hungover. He groaned and stretched, rubbing his eyes. He was like a zombie walking to the coffee pot before he stopped and spotted Harrison with a confused look which soon became a smirk.

“Oi oi, same clothes as last night aye?” Tom yawned, making himself some coffee and grabbing a piece of fruit for breakfast. Harrison walked over and shook his head, taking some coffee as Tom offered.

“It wasn’t like that mate. We just went to her place-” Tom nodded and smirked, about to say something but Harrison beat him to it. “And we talked. That’s it. I think I really like her, Tom.” His best friend’s smirk fell but he still looked happy for Haz.

“I’m happy for you mate.” He clinked his spider-man coffee mug to Haz’s in cheers and took a sip, stroking Tessa and greeting her good morning as she jumped up at his leg.

“How was your night?” Harrison spoke, taking his opportunity to smirk and putting down his cup of less than good tasting coffee. He never really liked the way Tom made it even when his brain wasn’t fogged with tiredness and alcohol.

Tom bit his lip and wiggled his eyebrows as he took a sip of his coffee. “Well we talked too but it was more cursing and screaming.”

Harrison nudged Tom’s arm playfully and shook his head, rolling his eyes fondly. The girl from last night walked out of Tom’s room in just his shirt and quickly made her way to the bathroom, smiling at Tom who winked back at her.

“So this girl, are you thinking about asking her out?”

Harrison stared down at the coffee cup as his cheeks burned brightly, giving Tom his answer without him even needing to speak.

“Aww Hazzy has a crush.”

“Shut up mate.” Harrison laughed and stood up, heading to change and text y/n so she would know he made it home okay. “You make terrible coffee by the way.”

Tom mocked offence as Harrison left the coffee abandoned and walked into his room, flopping onto his bed happily as he made the move to call Y/n, already wanting to talk to her more.

They talked constantly, so much so that Tom had started to tease him even more. The texting and calls turned into dates and the dates turned into something the both of them needed. Ironically, neither of them had expected to find romance at a wedding, expecting it to be another lonely and boring night, watching everyone else hook up but what they found was far better.

Eventually the next wedding that they both attended was far from boring or lonely as they finally got the chance to share their love in front of their family and friends. Harrison had never felt more joy than seeing Y/n walk down the aisle towards him in a stunning white dress. Y/n finally got her dream of being a bride and Harrison was the one to make it come true.

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i’m in an angsty type of mood...

can I please request something about where harrison cheats on the reader ? love your blog 🥺

here you go bby! sorry it took so long :(

requests are open

wc: 1k

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You could tell by the way he walked. The way he used to own up to being the man he is, the way he was so proud to be around everyone, showed them off because they made him who he was.

He didn’t walk the same.

He didn’t stay that same man. You supposed maybe the way he looked at you was different, that his eyes didn’t shine as bright, or sparkle as loudly. Maybe it was the love.

Maybe it wasn’t there anymore.

The thoughts tore you apart inside, because you knew he would never fall out of love with you. Your bond was so strong, so dependable. You’d known him for years before you started going out, and you knew he went into relationships seriously; they weren’t games for him.

You felt like a game, though.

You felt as if you were tossed around like a ragdoll, picked and nagged at for fun until you splintered, rendered useless because you weren’t the same human you were when you walked into this.

And yeah, you were fine with being the ragdoll at first. But too much of anything can kill you, and you hoped he would notice how much it was tearing you apart. Breaking you up, poisoning you from the inside out. And the worst part was that you knew where it was coming from, the pain and the melancholy.

You knew it was coming from the one thing Harrison was supposed to protect.

And you knew he had stopped protecting it.

Your knight came home one night, without your heart carefully locked away, hidden in his careful hands. You would say it broke your heart, but it was already shattered, left and abandoned on the marble floor, unfixable, irreversible.

“Harrison,” you came over to him. It was nearly one A.M.. You’d been meaning to talk to him that entire night, called him to make sure he was home early. He wasn’t. You’d heard from a mutual friend that he was seen out with another woman, seen leaving a restaurant and a bar with her. Seen leaving her house hours later. Her roommate had told you, too, that Harrison’s alibi didn’t check out, that she knew he’d been there. The lingering senses of him were still there, and she hated it just as much as you did. “Talk to me, please.”

“About what?” He looked up, almost angrily. Not at you, no, but maybe just at the fact that he didn’t want to suspect you knew about his whereabouts for the last month.

“I’ve- i’ve just… been worried, that’s all.”

“Don’t be..”

“It’s half past one! In the morning! Of course I’m going to be worried.”

“Well, then you’re worried for nothing, babe.”

You looked up, face fuming, heart clenching, brain thundering. “Don’t- don’t call me that.” You spat out at him and he gasped, looking at you.

“What? Why not? I always call you that.”

“That was before I found out you were seeing somebody.”

His mouth ran dry. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up straight as he realized he’d been caught red handed by the person who loved him most, by the person he promised to love most. He swallowed dryly, tongue popping out to lick his lips.

“You’re cheating on me,” you repeated it differently, crying in the process. He flared his nostrils. He was angry, angry that you found out and angry that you didn’t bother to ask before deciding that you knew.

You were angry that he wasn’t angry at himself. Angry that he didn’t even feel sorry, and angry because you knew he’d never care until things were dispersed, until the actual threat of losing you became reality.

“You’re cheating and you don’t even feel fucking guilty.”

“You don’t know what I feel!”

You gasped before matching his tone, his level. “I know you stopped caring!” You stepped forward, angry crying as you hit his chest over and over with a closed fist, frustrated. “You stopped loving me and you promised- you promised you’d love me. You abandoned me!”

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” He fumed at you, enraged that you were even talking about this in such a way.

You backed away, sniffling. It was only then that you’d realized he was crying too.

“It’s not the same-”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re not the same person you were before!” You tried not to scream, tried to lower your voice and keep your calm. But it was hard when the person you trusted most in the world had betrayed you and double crossed your heart.

“You don’t even have proof.”

You clenched your jaw. “Fuck that, Harrison. We both know I talked to her roommate. You’re not getting out of this on a technicality.”

“I’m not trying to get out of anything!” “Yeah well I am!”

His head snapped forward, eyes fixed on your figure. “What does that mean?”

“I think you should leave.”

“What does that mean?” he repeated, voice harsher.

“I’m breaking up with you!” You tried to breathe between sobs. “I’m ending this because you’re horrible- you- you’re,” You were hitting his chest again, weak at the knees and broken in the heart. He grabbed both of your hands, holding them against his chest to stop you. Eye contact was stiff but hard, his tears blurring his vision. “You’re a horrible human being,” you shook your head at him, slipping your hand away, retracting yourself from him even though he tried to pull you back. “You’re a horrible person and this changes everything.”

You tripped as you walked backwards, nearly falling over. He was moving to catch you but you didn’t need him. You caught yourself, standing upright, grabbing your coat and keys before running out of the house.

He watched you leave, standing in the doorway as you cried in the driver’s seat of your Subaru. In the dead of the night, you heard the door slam, and even as you picked up speed to whichever friend’s house you’d crash, you knew this feeling wouldn’t be temporary. You’d never felt this harshly before, never felt so broke in your life. Despite that, you knew one thing for certain:

That this was irreversible.

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