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anisas-nonsense · 2 years
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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder
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Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩
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heytherejulia · 7 months
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Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield
pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader
warning: swearing, crying, anxiety
summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you
word count: 1,4k
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It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes. 
When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet. 
Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power. 
Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little. 
When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you. 
About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder. 
‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’
There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 
‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’  
Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise. 
‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’  
Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.
‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’
‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’ 
Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist. 
After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram. 
‘Haz?’
‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’ 
Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after. 
‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.
‘Marry me.’
‘What?’ 
‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’
You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.
‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears. 
‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears. 
‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’ 
‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’ 
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jahayla-parker · 1 year
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writing prompt: “You’re supposed to be dead!” “Yeah, sorry about that.” for character of choice
“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference
Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Tom Holland, and Harrison Osterfield; some fluff, some hurt-comfort, and some enemies to lovers Warnings: mentions of death/character deaths, violence and violent video games,SOC/SAB standard trigger warnings, etc. Notes: I changed the last line of the prompt slightly, same theme but just not as an actual line but instead the premise only.
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Kaz Brekker x Reader
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Found here (too long for a blurb type request format)
Jesper Fahey x Reader
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“You’re supposed to be dead!” Jesper shouted as he watched his girlfriend casually enter the room.
Y/n shrugged coyly, “plans change”.
Nina giggled in the background as she watched their argument.
Jesper signed, “y/n, this is serious”
“Damn Jesper, didn’t realize you wanted me dead so badly” y/n joked, making Nina snort.
Jesper shook his head furiously, “you know that’s not what’s happening”.
Y/n sighed as he realized he wasn’t going to buy into the playful banter.
“Doll, this was to keep you safe!” Jesper scolded, eyes scanning the otherwise empty Crow Club as if he expected the man hunting her to be following her so closely.
“I know, but plans change” y/n repeated, shrugging off the torn coat that was covered in fake blood.
“Why?!” Jesper panicked, his eyes moving back to her.
Y/n glanced over at Kaz who just stood stoically and stared back at her.
Jesper glanced back and forth between them.
“Wha- you knew?!” he yelled at Kaz out of frustration.
Kaz raised an eyebrow at the outburst but merely adjusted his grip on the head of his cane and nodded once.
Jesper threw his arms in the air exasperatedly, “You helped stage her death! So.., Why would you undo that?! Why-? How-? What?! I don’t-…”.
Kaz signaled for y/n to explain and she sighed reluctantly.
“Jesper, something came up that was more important” she began softly, knowing how he’d argue that nothing was more important than this plan.
“More important than staying safe until you got to Novyi Zem and we could start new lives?!” Jesper argued, a defeated but frustrated look on his face.
“Yes” y/n admitted firmly, stepping closer to him.
“What’s so important that you’d give all that up and break your promise to me?!” Jesper huffed.
She felt guilty for breaking their promise, but she knew she had to.
As she stared guiltily at her boots, she sighed, “your life, Jesper”.
Jesper froze, his hands dropping to his side, “what?”
Y/n took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to him, noticing his eyes had softened.
“Your life was in danger, Jesper. I’m not going to apologize for prioritizing you over myself” she began, holding up a hand as he went to interject, “not when you’d have done the same thing if the roles were reversed”.
Jesper nodded and sighed as he grabbed her hand.
“Doll, how was my life in danger? You were the one Mastian and his crew were after” Jesper pointed out.
“That was true. But, as Kaz finished the last details of my death, he noticed Krishgon nearing the Crow’s Club” y/n explained.
“Krishgon?” Jesper asked, trying to place the name.
“The con man you stole the chest from last week? His goons recognized you from one of the gambling parlors here in the Barrel. Kaz found out he’d taken out a hit on you but hadn’t told any of us” y/n said, her voice taught.
“It was being handled” Kaz cut in, “there hadn’t been any viable threat”.
“Yet” y/n argued, shooting Kaz a glare before facing Jesper again.
“However, it seemed he was going to take the chance of you being distracted by my ‘death’ to exact his consequence” y/n sighed, squeezing her boyfriends hand.
“Well that’s just cruel, way to kick a man when he’s down” Jesper criticized the man’s timing.
Matthias rolled his eyes, “she didn’t actually die Jesper”.
As Jesper went to respond, y/n tugged on his hand to redirect him back to the current issue.
“Krishgon might not be Rollins or Kaz, but that’s almost worse because he doesn’t care about revenge” y/N’s voice shook softly, “he just wants his threats eliminated. So I’m not going to apologize for coming back for you”.
Jesper brushed a few stray tears from her eyes, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t know”.
“I know, but that’s why, Jes. If I stayed dead, I’d be safe but you wouldn’t” y/n surmised.
“And then, she’d also be at risk again, this time by association” Kaz added.
Jesper nodded at Kaz in silent acknowledgment of his understanding as to why Kaz breached the deal they’d made.
“We’ll figure this out, okay love? We can fake another-“ Jesper began, looking to Kaz in hopes he’d have a plan in the works.
“No. I’m not running anymore Jesper. I said I would because it was what you wanted and what you thought was needed. But now it’s not just me. I’m staying “ she stated firmly, looking over at Kaz and nodding once before facing her boyfriend again.
“We’re staying and we’re going to take both gangs down. We’ll take a play from their playbook and eliminate both threats completely if need be” y/n planned aloud.
Jesper raised his eyebrows in shock at her firm yet casual stance on killing two gang bosses.
But as he saw she wasn’t letting up, he smirked and he rested hands on revolvers.
“This is our home and we’re going to keep it” she told him.
He nodded and lifted one of his guns up to his lips, “Yes we are, together”.
Tom Holland x Reader
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Tom glared at his brother, “you have to be kidding me”.
Harry smirked and shook his head, “not in the slightest mate. Y/n is due on set any minute now”.
“But she’s supposed to be dead!” Tom groaned loudly.
Harry laughed and shrugged, “well, they brought her back. So you’ll just have to get over your feelings for her and do your job”.
Tom rolled his eyes, “quiet down. Last thing I need is people thinking you mean I have romantic feelings for her”.
“Even though you do” Harry stated simply as he set down Tom’s coffee.
“I do not” Tom scoffed, gritting his teeth.
Harry rolled his eyes, “if you say so mate, but look, you should head over to the set soon”.
Tom glanced at his watch and sighed.
He took a quick sip of his coffee before rushing back to the set with his script in hand.
“Seriously?” Tom groaned as he ran into y/n’s back.
“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, eyes widening as she turned around and saw Tom.
“Of course you’d be in the way” he remarked trying to side step her.
She moved to block him, “you ran into me Holland. Not the other way around”.
Tom rolled his eyes, “yeah, well-“.
Y/n watched as he scrambled for a comeback, a smirk growing on her face, “well?”
“You’re supposed to be dead!” Tom shouted, getting the attention of a few other cast members.
Y/n scoffed and shrugged, “I didn’t ask them to bring me back, but I guess the fans love me”.
“I suppose someone has to” Tom huffed.
Y/n’s confident posture slackened some; betraying the fact his attack actually landed this time.
But instead of feeling proud, Tom felt guilty; he knew he’d taken it too far.
“Let’s just get this over with” she groaned, turning away from him and towards the scene.
“Are we seriously going with this angle?” y/n asked, her script slapping the desk dramatically.
“I have to agree, this seems unrealistic” Tom agreed, his eyes rereading the kissing scene.
The director laughed and shook his head, “that’s the direction we’ve been told to go. Besides, everyone loves an enemies to lovers story”.
Y/n groaned, “y/c/n would never fall for t/c/n”.
Tom rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “and vice versa”.
Y/n rolled her eyes at Tom’s weak dig but focused back on the director, “I just don’t think the chemistry will work right for this dynamic”.
The director suppressed a smirk and shrugged, “it’s up to you and Tom to make sure that it does. Something tells me you’ll fall into place with this change easier than you think”.
Harry had to force himself not to laugh as he smirked across the room at his clueless older brother.
Both Tom and y/n groaned as they glared at each other across the table.
“You need to let me see it” Tom said, in character.
“No, I don’t want you touching me” y/n responded, sure to have her character glare up at Tom’s character.
As Tom rolled his eyes he sighed loudly, “how am I to stitch your cut back together if I can’t touch you?”.
“Why do you want to touch me?” Y/N’s character chided, looking away.
“I never said I did” Tom rebutted, grabbing some medical supplies from various places in the fake medical wing.
Y/n hummed loudly, “You never said you didn’t.”
“Do you want to bleed out or can I stitch your damn arm?” Tom’s character snapped.
“Fine” y/n groaned, holding her arm closer to him as he brought over the tray of medical supplies.
“Thank you your highness” he mocked.
“Stop calling me that” y/n said as her character bristled.
“It is your title, is it not?” Tom argued, wiping the fake wound on her arm.
“Not any more, and you know that” she said, a blatant reference to the scene in which her character had given up her title in order to join the resistance against their country’s abusive king.
Tom character sighed softly as he began to ‘stitch’ her ‘wound’, “you’re right, I’m sorry”.
Y/N’s character stayed silent but stoic, acting as if nothing impacted her.
It reminded Tom of the way y/n was around him off set.
“We’re on the same team now you know” y/n said as he continued to stitch her.
“Then maybe you should start acting like it, show a little trust maybe?” He argued, wrapping gauze around her arm.
“Me? You barely have said a word to me since I’ve been back and when you do it’s always harsh” she snapped, some tears in her eyes as she looked over at him.
Tom felt himself fall into the moment, and he truly couldn’t tell if she was faking it or not.
But as his eyes dropped to her lips before moving back to her eyes he hoped it seemed to have been done in character still and not his own actions.
A loud noise echoed through the otherwise quiet scene as one of the extras walking by behind them tripped and knocked over the plant in the corner.
The director yelled cut as y/n tried to not laugh about the interruption due to how close Tom’s face was to hers.
She didn’t want her breath to hit his face.
However, Tom was still stuck in the moment.
He reached out and took hold of her jaw.
“Umm..Tom?” Y/n asked, looking at him.
She saw the look in his eyes and signaled towards the group huddling by the plant to ensure it and the characters were back in their exact and proper places “The scene is over”.
He nodded slowly, blinking silently for a few seconds before seemingly finding himself and stepping back.
“Damn, really wanted to kiss me huh Holland?” Y/n mocked, standing up and undoing the wrap on her arm so they could redo it for the next take.
“Shut up y/l/n” Tom groaned, running his hand down his face.
“Make me” she tuck her tongue out at him childishly.
Tom snapped his eyes back at her and mumbled something under his breath before looking away.
Rolling her eyes, she set down the gauze and began taking off the fake stitches.
However, even with her back to him, y/n felt Tom’s eyes on her the whole time.
“Let me” Tom said, watching as she struggled to remove the last of the fake stitches without ripping it.
“No” y/n remarked turning away from him, “I’ve got it”.
He groaned loudly as he moved closer, “you’re going to rip it”.
“No I’m not, now fuck off” she huffed, fingers slipping on the fx makeup.
Tom laughed and shook his head, “would you just let me help you?”
“I don’t need your help Tom” she stated stubbornly.
“I’m well aware of that y/n, but I’d like to get a move on with this” he retorted, guessing to the set.
“Why are you in such a big hurry? Wanting to know what it’s like to kiss me that badly?” Y/n joked with a roll of her eyes.
Tom glared briefly but then eyes softened as he went back to trying to help her, “I have my reasons”.
“Which are?” She pressed, holding her arm away from him.
“Doesn’t matter” he murmured.
Y/n sighed, “if you tell me, I’ll let you help me with this”.
Tom smirked softly and sighed, “fine. Maybe I do want to kiss you”
Y/n laughed loudly and rolled her eyes, “hilarious Tom, whatever just forget it”.
As she moved away from him again, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.
“I wasn’t joking” he confessed.
Despite her hesitation she saw the way he looked at her lips and was starting to feel inclined to believe him.
“Tom it’s not funny. I know you hate me but don’t do what you’re trying to do. That would be a new low, even for you” she warned.
He sighed, “y/n, I don’t hate you”.
Raising an eyebrow at him she huffed, “yes you do. You have from day one”.
Tom bit his cheek and closed his eyes, “I hate how you make me feel”.
“Same thing” y/n groaned.
“No. I hate that you drive me crazy. I feel like I’m an incompetent babbling fool whenever we’re in the same room. I hate the way you make me always want to redo every scene until it is enough to impress you. I hate the way your red lipstick makes your lips stand out even more. I hate the way you make me nervous no matter how prepared I am for the day. I hate the way-“ Tom rambled on.
Y/n brushed aside any worries about this being a ploy.
While they bickered and argued, Tom had never been cruel to her.
Which is why his harsher than normal comment earlier impacted her.
She noticed she had begun to zone out on what he was saying as her eyes focused onto the way his lips were moving.
Y/n firmly grasped his shirt and pulled him to her until their lips met.
Tom’s hand immediately found her hair and his fingers looped through it as he smiled into the kiss.
When they parted for air, they both had a slightly shy grin making them laugh.
“I don’t hate you” he summarized with a blush.
“I can see that now Tom” y/n smirked.
“But, there is one thing that I hate..” she stated.
Rising an eyebrow at her he nervously joked, “was I that bad of a kisser?”
She laughed and shook her head, “no. I hate that you drive me crazy and you’re not even mine”.
Tom smirked before smiling widely, “well, what do you say we fix the last part of that?”
Harrison Osterfield x Reader
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“Haaazzz I suck” y/n groaned as she tugged on his hoodie.
“Come on love, practice makes perfect “ he grinned kissing her cheek once the hood fell onto her shoulders.
She huffed playfully and plopped onto his sofa, “you just want to show off”.
“How’s that?” He asked, sitting next to her and pulling her closer.
“By winning each match” she pouted.
“We can be on the same team then love, how’s that sound?” He offered, handing her a controller.
She smiled and nodded in agreement.
After a few rounds, she glanced over at her boyfriend with a smug expression.
“What?” He laughed, tickling her sides.
She kicked and squirmed as she laughed loudly.
“I think I’ve learned enough now” she answered when he stopped tickling her.
He lifted an eyebrow at her in confusion as he waited for an explanation.
“Like you said, practice makes perfect “ she shrugged.
“You want to compete now?” He laughed softly, nodding towards the tv screen.
She smirked and nodded, “loser makes dinner”.
Harrison laughed, “I must’ve forgotten how much you like to cook”.
“Ha, ha, ha, very funny Haz” she scoffed, “set it up”.
“Cheater!” Y/n screamed as she made her character run away from Haz’s.
Harrison smirked and tickled her side again, making her laugh loudly as she scooted down the couch.
“Stop cheating Haz!” She giggled, her smile making his grow.
He sighed softly to himself as he watched the way she intently moved her character to another part of the screen.
“Stop watching my screen” she whined, playfully smacking his arm.
Harrison chuckled and kissed her cheek, “I don’t want to make dinner”.
“You should be able to beat me still Osterfield” she pointed out teasingly.
“But perhaps I’ve bested you, maybe Tom will be more of a competition for me” she shrugged.
Harrison rolled his eyes softly as she smirked once she saw the competitive glow return to his eyes as he grabbed his controller.
“No!” She shouted, a frown on her lips as she stared at the screen, “I died! How did I die?”
Harrison suppressed a laugh at her adorable pout.
He set his controller beside him as he moved to pull her body towards him.
“Wait!” She gasped, making him freeze.
But in the time it took him to process what she was actually reacting to, she’d shot and killed his character.
Not once, but three times.
“You’re supposed to be dead!” Harrison shined.
She shrugged you set it up Haz
He groaned as he recalled having allowed for three chances before final death/loss of the match.
“You get to make dinner” she cheered, bouncing in her spot.
Harrison ran an embarrassed hand down his face but smiled, “that was already the plan my love”
“You’re just saying that cause you lost” she beamed proudly.
Haz laughed and leaned over to give her a soft kiss, “I still say you cheated”.
“You set it up!” She argued as he made his way for the kitchen to cook them dinner.
“And you said you died!” He teased, pulling out the ingredients he’d set aside for dinner to night.
“I thought I did, turns out I’m immortal!” She exclaimed with a laugh.
“After dinner we’ll see about that darling” Haz commented with a smile on his face.
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camatchoum · 3 months
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If you have any requests,
These are the actors and the characters I'm willing to write for. I do NOT write smut. Please don't hesitate to send something. I'm so excited to have a request.
Timothée Chalamet :
Paul Atreides
Willy Wonka
Tom Holland :
Peter Parker
Nathan Drake
Todd Hewitt
The Holland Family & Harrison
Hunger Games :
Finnick Odair
Peeta Mellark
Dylan O'brien :
Stiles Stilinski
Thomas
Mitch Rapp
Joel
Stuart
Thomas Brodie-Sangster :
Newt
Sebastian Stan :
Bucky Barnes
Chris beck
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morningbluue · 1 year
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wrong choices with happy ends | h.o.
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summary: there’s only a fine line between friendship and love... but you need to become friends first, and for Harrison and you seem this to be the hardest part of all | enemies to lovers + fwb
warnings: bad language, mentions of sex and making out, angst, mentions of alcohol, it’s a rollercoaster 
word count: 4,7k
prompt: “i don't care about everyone else! i care about you, [name]!"
A/N: hi loves <3 long story short, this is a request that i got almost 1 year ago lol, i wrote the first half in like 6 months because i was never happy with it, then i didn’t write at all for a few months and now i finally finished this story in one evening. hope you enjoy <3
masterlist | taglist
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If you had to describe your relationship with Harrison, you would say it’s complicated - really complicated. The two of you have been in the same friend group since high school, but you both never managed to become friends at all. You always had this bad gut feeling about the other, and that’s why you never seemed to enjoy each other’s company. 
Much to the confusion of your friends. Especially Tom. 
But the thing that irritated your friends the most was when Harrison and you started hooking up with each other. The first time was just out of frustration with the other, the second and third time because it was fun, and that’s why you continued doing it. 
However, that did not change your feelings for the other. It’s just a friends with benefits relationship, without being actual friends in the first place. 
But if it works for the both of you, why should you stop? 
“Are you up for another round?” Harrison mumbles into your neck and places a few kisses there. You can feel his smile against your skin.
You shake your head, a smirk growing on your lips. “I can’t,” you reply and grab your shirt to pull it over your head. “I have to do some stuff for college.” 
“Sad.” He lets himself fall back onto the pillow, his arms resting behind his head to give you a nice look at his biceps. 
“You could come with me.” 
Harrison’s eyebrows knit together, and his expression almost looks disgusted. “No, thanks. I’m just gonna stay here.” 
“Why?”
He shrugs. “I don’t want to.” 
You try to not look offended by his carelessness. “You mean, you don’t want to be seen with me.” 
“That’s not true,” he rolls his eyes as if you’re getting on his nerves. “We’re not friends, y/n, so why should I come with you?“
“Right. We’re only sleeping with each other.” 
A sigh leaves his lips, and you can see it in his eyes that he doesn’t know what to do. “We can stop if you don’t want to anymore.” A small smirk crosses his face, “but that would be a shame.” 
You take a deep breath before standing up from the bed, and for a split second you hate yourself for saying your next words. “It’s fine, we don’t have to stop.” 
Turning around to him again, you’re met by his satisfied grin. “See you on Friday?”
“Yeah.”
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You click your bottle against the others, a smile taking over your face as everyone around the table shouts cheers. Taking a sip from your cold beer, you lean back into the seat, and Tom next to you turns his head to send you a gentle smile. 
“Glad you came,” he mumbles and leans closer to you. 
You raise your brows in surprise. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“You’ve been a little busy at the moment,” he smirks and nods his head in Harrison’s direction. The blonde notices your stares and sends a wink your way, which makes you roll your eyes. 
“It’s not what you think,” you scoff at Tom. “I’m still a student that has to study for a lot of exams, you know.”
Tom raises his hands in surrender, a grin growing on his lips again. “I didn’t say anything.” 
��But you were thinking about it!” 
“I wasn’t!” 
You narrow your eyes, but can’t hold back a small smile. “I don’t trust you.” 
He laughs. “That’s a lie.” 
After you finish your third bottle, Tom places a tequila shot in front of you, and you groan. 
“Come on, y/n,” he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close, “I know you want to.” 
You give the brunette a warning glance before you grab the small glass and let your head fall back to drown the liquid in one sip. Shots are your weakness, and you have to stay focused tonight.
“Another one?” Tom asks the second you place the empty glass down on the table again. 
“I hate you!” you laugh. 
Tom talks you into another two rounds before he finally loses his attention to his phone. You turn to him to watch him scrolling through his Instagram page, mindlessly scanning the pictures as you suddenly get a glimpse of the time. 
“Can I stay here for the night?” you ask and lean closer to Tom. 
He looks up from his phone and casually wraps an arm around your waist, smiling widely. “Only if you cuddle with me.” 
“Of course, that’s like the only reason I always stay with you,” you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. 
Your phone suddenly lights up with a notification, and you grab it off the table in front of you to look at the incoming message.
Harrison: can’t believe you’re still sleeping with him 
You knit your eyebrows together at his attitude, quickly typing a reply. 
You: wtf??
You: I’m not sleeping with him 
Harrison: but you’re sleeping in the same bed 
You: we’ve always done that? what's your problem? 
Harrison: I don’t have a problem 
You: doesn’t sound like it 
You look up from your phone, and Harrison does the same, your gaze meeting each other over the table. You narrow your eyes, staring him down, and Harrison’s blue eyes bore into your soul. Sometimes you don’t understand what everyone is seeing in him. But that’s before you remember that he only has this complicated relationship with you.
Tom thighens his grip on your waist to signal you to look at him, and you finally tear your gaze away from Harrison. Turning your head around to Tom, you’re met by his all too familiar worried eyes. Your mouth falls almost into a sad pout.
“Everything okay?”
You swallow the anger down and try not to look back at Harrison. “Course, Tommy,” you force a smile. “I’m fine.”
Your phone lights up with a new notification, gaining your attention again, and you know exactly what message is awaiting you, much to your disappointment - or maybe not. It’s always the same.
Harrison: bathroom in 5 
Without looking up from your phone, you notice him standing up on the other side of the table and walking away, probably to the bathroom, without saying anything or even looking your way. 
He’s almost too good at this game, and that disturbs you in a weird way.
When you open the door to the bathroom more than five minutes later, you immediately get pulled against a muscular chest. You look up and meet Harrison’s crystal blue eyes as he wraps his arms around your middle. His familiar scent envelops you and for a second you let yourself enjoy it.
“You’re getting on my nerves, y/n,” he mumbles, his lips so close to yours, almost touching, but he doesn’t give you the satisfaction yet. You want to stay focused and win this game, but you can’t hold back a smirk. 
You bite down on your lips and try to look as innocent as possible before he turns you both around and presses your back against the wall, his grip on your waist tightening. “And I love it,” you smile.
“Just don’t exaggerate it,” Harrison whispers in between kisses, “you know I don’t like that.” He pulls you closer, his hands wandering over your upper body, arms, neck, cheeks, until they finally dive into your hair, and you know that you’re not coming out of this bathroom so soon.
You tilt your head and meet his lips for another kiss, your fingers pulling his blonde curls gently, and Harrison sighs into your mouth. You hate him, but you can’t get enough of his kisses and his hands on you. It’s a fact that this here is a mistake, but sometimes you need to do something wrong in life to have some fun.
“Oh, I haven’t really started, Harrison. You don’t know what’s coming.”
Harrison pulls away, smirking. “That sounds like a challenge.”
-
You’re standing in front of Harrison’s apartment, chewing on some bubble gum and typing a quick reply to a message Tom sent you some minutes ago, while you wait for Harrison to open the door. When he doesn’t answer, you send him a quick text too and knock again. 
When the blonde finally opens the door after some minutes, he doesn’t look too happy to see you - maybe even a bit surprised. But let’s be honest here, he never looks happy when you’re around. 
You push your phone into your pocket and smile. “Hey! I forgot my jacket last time and wanted to ask if you wanna chill a bit when I’m already here? Maybe watch something?” 
Harrison frowns and slowly looks at something over his shoulder. “I’m busy right now. Sorry.” 
Your eyebrows knit together at his words. Harrison doesn’t say sorry. And he’s never too busy for a quick hook-up. So something’s up, and you’re too curious to let it slide. 
“What are you doing?” you ask and try to look behind him with no success. 
Harrison closes the door a little more. “Nothing,” he mumbles, his voice sounding colder towards you than normal. “Why are you even here?”
You stare at him for a second, dumbfounded. “Like I already said, I forgot my jacket. Haven’t you seen my messages?”
“No, I haven’t checked my phone in a while.”
“So?” 
You try to get past him through the door as you suddenly hear a muffled voice out of his apartment, and it’s a woman, with no doubt. For a second, the world stops spinning and all you can hear is your heartbeat in your ear.
“You have company?” you almost scoff and narrow your eyes slightly at the blonde.
His eyes are as cold as ice, and that hurts even more. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t care,” you shrug nonchalantly, even if you’re not.
“Good.”
You roll your eyes. “Good.”
The two of you stare at each other for a moment too long, and you could almost cut the tension with a knife. You’ve had your bad moments every here and then, but it has never been as intense as this. 
You search for something in his cold eyes, but it’s as if you’ve never met this person in front of you.
“I should go then,” you say and turn around to walk down the hallway again. But not without shouting something at him with one last death glare. “Hope you have lots of fun with her!”
-
You haven’t talked to Harrison since… whatever thing that was, and for the first time ever it actually bothers you to not see his annoyingly handsome face. It’s already been three weeks and normally he would have texted you by now to ask you to come over, but nothing. Not even Tom has seen him in the last few days, and that’s weird for Harrison. 
You would be lying if you said that your heart doesn’t hurt when you think about him being with someone else. It’s not like you promised each other anything, but it still hurts your ego to get left like this. Maybe deep down you thought there was a bit more than just hate and sex - maybe a connection. 
No one has ever gotten under your skin like Harrison, and no one has ever made you feel so much anger and hatred. But also no one has made you feel so good about yourself and no one has seen you as strong as he does. Harrison sees you as a young independent woman and not someone you have to protect, like Tom always does. And that’s why you respected Harrison, under all the snappy insults. 
From the start you knew that someone would end here and after all the nights you spent together over the last months, you would have sworn that it wouldn’t be you. You wouldn’t be the one that falls and gets hurt. It’s a risky game and only one person can win it, no matter what it takes.
The next time you see Harrison is at Tom’s birthday party and even if you try to look normal and careless, he does not even once cross your way. You’ve accepted the fact that your little thing ended the moment you walked away and that he and you would never talk about it again, but it annoys the hell out of you that he can’t even look you in the eyes now. 
After a drink or five (Tom made sure you never had an empty glass) you don’t even remember Harrison’s name as you’re starring in the green eyes of a pretty brunette guy. Unlike Harrison he’s charming and kind, and he’s probably not embarrassed to go out with you. 
You’re even too deep in conversation with him to notice Harrison’s stares and burning eyes on your skin. The guy’s touching your waist to pull you a little bit closer, and you smile up at him, not hearing a single word that comes out of his mouth. 
You take a sip from your drink and finally meet Harrison’s gaze. His head turns slightly to the left and you know that he’s staring down the flirty guy in front of you, but you couldn’t care less. You look at Harrison from across the room and feel nothing but disappointment. 
Life works in mysterious ways, but you learned your lesson with the blonde. 
“Do you wanna go somewhere else?” you ask, still looking at Harrison before turning back to the brunette, “it’s too loud and sticky here.”
The guy nods without a second thought. “Sure. Where do you want to go?”
“Your place?” you say, even if you do not actually want to. But maybe a casual one night stand is exactly what you need to get over Harrison.
A lustful smirk appears on his lips, and it reminds you more than anything of Harrison. In that moment you realize you made a mistake. “Let’s go then.”
He wraps an arm around your waist as you’re leaving Tom’s house, and you cuddle yourself into his side to study yourself, trying hard to shake the weird feeling off you, but no matter what, you don’t feel comfortable with him anymore. 
You listen to him talk and continue your conversation, and he doesn’t seem to notice your sudden disinterest. His hand wanders down to your lower back, and normally you would have kissed him right then, but not today. Today it just doesn’t feel right.
And as if he could see your thoughts, you hear his voice. “Y/n!”
An relieved sigh almost leaves your lips as you turn around, but then you see Harrison standing down the street. His face looks soft and sad, and you want nothing more than to kiss his hurt away. 
“Y/n…”
“Haz?” you look at him with wide eyes, your heart racing in your chest.
He takes a step closer, and so do you.
“Don’t go with him.”
You swallow the lump down. “What?”
Harrison looks at the guy behind you, and you almost forgot that he’s still there. “Please don’t go, y/n.”
You turn around and give the obvious annoyed guy an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. Maybe... we can hang out some other time?” you whisper, but he doesn’t want to hear anything of it. 
“Or not,” Harrison mumbles as the guy turns around and goes back to the house. You bite back a smile. 
When you look at Harrison again, he’s suddenly standing in front of you, not too close, but you can still smell his cologne. “What’s going on, Harrison?” You shake your head, suddenly feeling all the drinks you had tonight.
“I don’t want you to go home with him.”
“Why?” You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever comes next. “Why do you suddenly care?”
Harrison clenches his jaw. “You shouldn't go home with someone you don’t know.”
“I can do whatever I want.”
“Y/n…” he steps closer, “I know you’re not like that.”
You frown and automatically look away to calm yourself down. “You mean, I can’t do what you’re doing? You can go around and fuck everyone, but as soon as I do it, it’s wrong? That’s fucked up, Harrison.”
“That’s not what I meant. Don’t turn this around, y/n.”
“So, what do you mean?” You cross your arms over your chest. “Are you scared that it’ll ruin my image?”
Harrison runs a hand through his hair and looks away for a moment, searching for the right words. “I’m just looking out for you.”
That catches you off guard. “You don’t have to. It’s enough when Tom does that.” You shake your head, suddenly feeling exhausted. “You know what? I always liked you because you didn’t try to protect me from everything. I thought you saw in me more than a little girl that can’t be left alone because something could happen to her.”
“And now you don’t like me anymore?” The corners of his mouth quirk up.
“No,” you spit out, “the little bit of respect I had for you died when you slept with someone else and didn’t talk to me again after that. You couldn’t look me in the eyes the whole evening, Harrison!”
“Why do you care so much about that?” 
You clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm. This has to be a joke. “Because it hurt me, Harrison.” You shake your head, not believing that he doesn’t get it. “I know we never set any rules, but that’s just a fucked up thing to do.”
Punching your fists against his chest, you immediately feel the tears spilling from your eyes. “I don’t understand why you care so much about your reputation and your status and every fucking other thing, but not the people that care for you!”
“I don’t give a fuck about my status. I don't care about everyone else! I care about you, y/n!” he suddenly shouts and makes a wild gesture with his hands. “I care about you!”
You roll your eyes, tears running down your cheeks. “Then why the fuck did you sleep with someone else?”
Harrison takes a step away from you as if he suddenly can’t bear to be so close to you. His piercing blue eyes flickering around the empty street, looking everywhere but at you. 
“Because I can’t have you.”
For a few seconds, it feels like all the air got punched out of your lungs and there’s only one thought jumping around in your head at full speed. Because I can’t have you. Because. I. Can’t. Have. You.
Almost an eternity pass before you can react. You open and close your mouth a hundred times, only staring at the blonde with wide eyes. “I- what?” you whisper, your brain still not ready to form a sentence. You place your hand on your forehead, feeling an headache built. This cannot be real.
“I never-” Harrison starts, but can’t bring himself to continue. “Y/n, please. Please let me explain.” 
You raise your hand to stop him before it gets too much. The next words cost you all the strength you have left in yourself. “I’m sorry, but I can’t do this right now.”
Now he’s the speechless one. “Okay, it’s fine,” he mumbles, but the sad expression never leaves his face. “We can talk tomorrow. If you want.”
“I- I think I need more than tomorrow.” 
You notice the way his left hand lifts a little, as if he’s thinking about touching you, getting closer again. But he never does. 
“Sure. Text me when you’re ready.” He pushes his hands into his jacket, his gaze lingering a moment longer on your face. “I’ll tell Tom to bring you home.”
“Thank you, Harrison.” 
-
You needed more than two days, in fact, you needed two whole weeks to be finally ready to talk to Harrison. You feel like you are swapped into another universe, because you sure as hell wouldn’t be talking about feelings with Harrison in this universe. 
You had much time to think about everything in the past weeks, and you realized that it hasn’t always been like this with Harrison. Sure, you haven’t been friends, but you didn’t hate each other either. You remember meeting Harrison some time after Tom and his other friends, and you were actually excited to meet him. 
Tom and you met each other in the school library and haven’t been separated since then. All of Tom’s friends were nice and kind enough to bring you into their friend group. Harrison however wasn’t as happy to see you sitting at lunch with his friends - and next to his best friend Tom. The whole atmosphere changed when you first locked eyes with the blonde.
But, after spending some time at lunch and in the library together, Harrison slowly accepted you, much to your surprise. You did get along for some time, even if you talked not more than two sentences in a week and sat as far away as possible from the other. 
There wasn’t a specific reason why you didn’t become friends, it just seemed like it wouldn’t work. You had too different opinions and interests, while also being the same person characterful. Harrison became the popular boy at school that every girl had a crush on, and you became the popular girl that didn’t want him. In a way, you both despised the other for doing the same thing - you despised Harrison for breaking girls’ hearts, and he despised you for wrapping his friends around your finger. 
You made it your mission to show Harrison as much as you could that he was just a player and you would never ever end with someone like him. While Harrison’s goal was to show you how big you were missing out. 
You overstepped the line more than once with your teasing, and you know what they say about that - the people who tease each other, love each other.
Knocking on Harrison’s apartment door, you can feel your fast beating heart in your throat. You run a hand through your hair, trying to stop you from running away. It’s now or never. 
Harrison opens the door a few seconds later, and as soon as his gaze lands on you, his eyes light up. 
“Hi Haz,” you whisper. 
“Hi.”
You rub your sweaty palms against your jeans. This is worse than a first date with someone you always had a crush on.
“I wanted to talk. Can I come in?”
“Sure.” Harrison opens the door wider to let you in.
You walk past him, quickly looking around. “You sure that no one else is here again?” you try to joke, turning around to meet Harrison with a smile.
“Send her home before you got here,” he replies, without letting the seriousness on his face wash away. 
You press your lips together. “Alright.”
The corners of his mouth turn up. “Joking. Sorry.”
Turning around again, you ignore him. “Where should we talk?”
“Wherever you want. Make yourself feel at home,” he mumbles from behind you.
You sit down on the sofa, tugging your legs together. Even after all the tense moments you shared, it has never been this awkward. The last time you’ve sat right here was when you made out while watching a movie. Your gaze wanders to Harrison, and you know he’s thinking the same. 
“I just-” you both say at the same time, making you smile. You make a hand gesture to mention for him to speak first.
“First of all, I never actually hated you, y/n,” he explains and stares right into your eyes. You raise your eyebrows, but he doesn’t give you time to say something. 
“I was amazed by you when we first met, I was gone for one week and when I came back to school, there was a total stranger sitting at our table and laughing with my friends as if you’ve known them for ages. It wasn’t like everyone could come into our group and be friends with us.” 
A smile takes over your face. That’s the first and only compliment he has ever given you.
He returns the smile for a moment. “And maybe I was a little jealous because-”
“-Because I stole your best friend.”
Harrison grins. “No, because he spent so much time with you and I wanted to do the same.”
“But you did not like me at some point, I saw it in your cold blue eyes,” you say, pointing at his face, and he lets out a loud laugh. 
He grabs your hand to hold it, and you let him. “That’s true. At one point in our… complicated relationship, I did in fact not like you.”
“And why?” 
For a moment he hesitates. “Because it felt like you could wrap everyone around your finger with just one smile. I saw you leaving parties or whatever with some of Tom’s friends or colleagues and I never said anything to anyone, but whenever I left with someone, I know that the others talked shit about it and I know you did say a few things too.” He sighs, looking apologizing. “That just didn’t sit right with me, so I made some comments to Tom about it and of course-”
“- he gave you a lecture,” you finish. 
“Yes. I know it was a dumb reason, but every time I saw you leaving with someone after that, I grew more and more pissed, and at one point it got too much.” 
You press your lips together. “I’m sorry for talking shit behind your back. I know it wasn’t right to judge you for something I did too.” You squeeze his hand, a grin forming on your lips, “even if you did it a looot more than me.”
“And you slept in Tom’s bed like every weekend.”
Your grin grows wider. “So you were jealous.”
“I already said that, y/n.”
“I know, I just wanted to hear it again,” you smirk.
He shakes his head, smiling slightly. “I’m sorry for all the shit I did in High school. You know, all that I’m trying to make you jealous stuff.” 
You frown. “It’s alright, you know I tried to do the same.”
“Even if you always said you would never fall for me,” he smirks, “and look at us now.” 
“You’re an idiot,” you nudge him with your knee, and Harrison pulls you a bit closer. “You never made a move.” 
Raising his brows, he runs a hand through his small locks. “I couldn’t. And I thought you didn’t want me to make a move.”
“Did Tom forbid it?”
“No. Never,” he blinks in surprise. “He wouldn’t do that.” 
A small smile crosses his lips. “He was actually our biggest supporter after we started hooking up. He was all like, Thank me at your wedding for bringing you together. And so on. You know him.”
That makes you smile. “That sounds like him.”
“So, y/n, do you like me?” he asks without hesitation.
A surprised laugh leaves your lips. “What question is that?” 
“Just answer it.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “No, I don’t like you,” you answer with all seriousness. 
He leans over to you and smiles, his eyes wandering over your face until they stop at your eyes again. 
“Stop looking at me like that,” you scoff, but can’t hold back a small smile either. 
His shy smile turns into a lopsided smirk as he leans even closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist. Your body relaxes under his touch.
You turn your gaze away, rolling your eyes. “I don’t have any feelings for you, Harrison,” you mumble. 
“I don’t believe that.” 
You meet his burning eyes again. Leaning forward a bit, you tilt your head up to meet his lips for a small kiss. “See? No feelings. Nothing,” you smile proudly and try to turn away again. 
But Harrison still doesn’t buy your bluff and continues to look at you with his beautiful eyes and gorgeous smile, and it’s almost too hard to stay away. 
It doesn’t take long for your eyes to find his blue ones, and you can’t resist the urge to feel his lips on yours again. You both lean forward and your lips touch in the middle as if it’s the righteous thing in the world. You’ve been wrong a lot of times in your life, but this - this kiss right now - has never felt more right.
“You like me,” he grins widely against your mouth.
You kiss him again. “And you like me.”
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Truth or Dare (part 2)
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Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader x Harrison Osterfield
A/N: Here is part two for Truth or Dare, you can find part one here
Warning: Female submission, male domination, pure filthy smut, threesome. Only 18+, minors will be blocked
Word Count: 1.6k
You opened your eyes wide at the question, considering his previous reaction you had already discarded the idea that there was an upcoming threesome with him, and you had to admit his sudden disposition took you by surprise. Yet, being the tease that you are, decided to play it innocent. “What’s next? Sleep, like we said” you said, smiling widely at him. Harrison rolled his eyes at your teasing response and ignored it, looking directly at Tom “Dude, are you seriously okay with this?” “F’yeah mate, as far as she wants to take it, I’m down”. He said, looking at you. He sighed as a confirmation and walked along with you both.
“Did you bring your car? We can drop you off at y-“ you asked, friendly. “You ain’t dropping me anywhere, I’m staying at yours tonight”. He answered in a boldly way, which weirdly turned you on. He jumped in the back seat and Tom was driving, you shuffled through the music until finally deciding for 3 by Britney Spears. “Fitting” you thought. The silence in the car was overwhelming and uncomfortable, there was no way this could be turned into a sex scene in half an hour. You decided to bring up some small talking to avoid the cold to take over and keep the both engaged and out of their thoughts, in case they were overthinking the situation.
Your plan succeeded and by the time you reached home a few topics had been addressed, just trivial stuff such as what Netflix show were you binging on, but that was ok.
Harrison had stayed at your house multiple times and needed no guide, so you walked straight to the kitchen to prepare three glasses of wine and get everything clear before jumping at the action. Tom turned on the music, a slow and sensual music playlist, and let it play in the background at low volume. While Harrison was in the bathroom, he approached you. “Hey love” he started “are you sure about this, right? You know if anything goes wrong you can always speak and we’ll stop” he reassured you. He was the most caring person you had ever been with. “I know buds, I’m more worried about Haz. He doesn’t look too sure, I don’t wanna force this” you said, pouting. “He’ll be okay, this isn’t his first one” he said, raising your curiosity to know more about other stuff Haz had done. “Ask him” he jokingly said, brushing off the subject.
Harrison came from the bathroom and although he looked nervous, he walked firmly to you and grabbed the glass of wine. The silence took over again and you decided to finally put the subject on the table: “So, I’m up for anything you’re comfortable doing, Haz”. He choked on the wine and after recovering himself he nodded, “I’m up for everything” he answered. You laughed at his eagerness and found it cute. “But, is there anything you don’t like?” You really wanted to make everything clear so that everyone had fun. “Not really, I mean, I don’t like being the bottom one or anything like that” he said, mostly looking at Tom. “D’worry mate, I’m not into that either. The only bottom one will be y/n” he said. You blushed, you loved it when he talked about you like that, like a toy. Tom knew that, saw you blushing and jumped at the chance. He put down the glass of wine and slowly walked to you. “In fact…” he continued, standing behind you and wrapping his hands on your neck from behind, firmly holding you. He put his lips right next to your ear, “…she will be our bottom. She will be our toy, our little pleaser, because she is such a good girl, isn’t she?” you closed your eyes at the sound of his words, biting your lip and moaning “mhmm”, Tom pressed harder on your neck “mhmm what?” “mhmm Daddy” “Good girl”. Harrison just stood there watching, already hard just by watching you squirm at Tom’s words. “Baby, you know good girls don’t keep guests waiting. Come on, give Haz one of your special kisses” You locked eyes with Tom and left his embrace, quickly moved on to Harrison, grabbing his face and bringing your lips together, slowly introducing your tongue inside his mouth, you both moaning at the sensation. After a while you separated and grabbed his hands, you three walking towards the bedroom.
Tom grabbed you by the hair, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Undress”, you nodded and proceeded to undress yourself, eagerly. Tom and Harrison stood back and watched you, while Haz was still shy, Tom was having the time of his life.
So, you stood there completely naked in front of them, shyly waiting for them to say something.
“What are you waiting for, Haz?” Tom teased. “Cm’on baby, you know just how to make people feel good” he continued, with a smirk, and sat down on the armchair to watch the scene. You grabbed Haz by the wrist, helping him sit down on the bed, then proceeded to unbelt him and remove his trousers, while he was dazed by your actions. You slid down his underwear and gently grabbed his member with your hands, slowly licking it without losing eye contact with him. He bit his lip watching you, but when you put his whole member on your mouth, deep, he lost it and threw his head back overtaken by the pleasure. You continued to work your way with his cock, gagging and licking it, sucking and moving your hand, rejoicing yourself with the moans coming out of Harrison’s mouth. After some minutes he raised his head and mumbled “fuck, stop, I’m gonna cum”. You totally ignored his words and continued, being interrupted by Tom, who grabbed your hair and forced you to separate from Harrison. “Didn’t you hear him say stop?” your eyes were now meeting Tom’s, spit all over your face and your eyes a little dazed and watery. “I thought you were obedient, baby” he said, pretending to be disappointed. Truth is, he adored when you disobeyed because that gave him the chance to punish you. “s-sorry d-daddy” you mumbled.
Just by the hair, he threw you on the bed next to Harrison, face down ass up. You didn’t dare to raise your head, you knew better than that. You heard another belt unbuckling and knew it was Tom’s. “Fuck” you thought. And here it came, your ass was hit by the leather material, which left a pretty red mark on your ass but also a tingling sensation. You bit your lip to hold back the moan. “I ain’t hearing you” Tom said. “Thank you, Daddy” you said, loud enough for him to hear. He gave you 3 or 4 more strokes, all followed by a “Thank you, Daddy”, and your ass had gotten a bright red colour now. “Wanna try?” he asked Harrison. He grabbed Tom’s belt and imitated his gesture, giving you a light stroke which felt like tickles after Tom’s spankies. “You need to hit her stronger” Tom was trying to teach him, grabbing the belt. “Like this”, he said, hitting your ass so harsh that you jumped a little. Harrison grabbed the belt again and hit you, this time stronger. “Thank you…” you weren’t sure what to call Harrison. “Sir”, he said, finishing your sentence. “Thank you, Sir” you said, smiling at the name.
Tom sat on the bed in front of you, cupping your face into his hands. “How are you baby?” you kissed him “’m good”. “Alright, get on all fours” he commanded, and you obeyed. He slid down his jeans and placed his hips in front of your mouth. “I’m not gonna lie baby, I’m a bit jealous Haz got a blowjob and I didn’t. How bout you suck me off while he fucks you from behind, hmm?” you nodded with a smile and he slid down his boxers while you felt Haz getting positioned behind you, firmly grabbing your hips and slowly entering his member into you while you gagged on Tom’s cock. Haz was fucking you deeply, holding you so hard you thought he was going to bruise you, while Tom was holding your head against his cock so you gagged, drooled and choked on it. Your moans were silenced by having your mouth full and you could feel the orgasms build up. “Fuck, you’re so wet” Haz mumbled. “Baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep working me this well” Tom said. You were abandoned to the pleasure and couldn’t form a coherent sentence even if your mouth got freed from Tom. “Fuck baby” Tom muttered, holding you so hard you knew he was going to come soon. He did, filling your mouth, and then moving to the side, letting you fall down on the mattress with your mouth full of cum while Haz was still fucking you. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum too” Haz said, and Tom knew you had to be close too. He kneeled down, close to your ear, “Are you gonna be a good girl baby? Cum for Daddy, love” he whispered. You swallowed Tom’s cum and let yourself go into an orgasm, your contractions and moans were enough for Haz to finish and finally come inside of you, letting out a loud moan.
They laid down next to you while you still felt in a haze, sweating and smelling like sex. After your breathe had calmed down Tom was giving you kisses, cuddles and caresses. “Bubs, you should go to the bathroom” he advised, which you nodded, because you knew how important it was to go to the bathroom after having sex. You took the little time alone to compose yourself after returning with the boys. You laid down, and Haz started cuddling you. “So, how was it?” you asked them both. “Amazing” “Lovely” they both said. It didn’t take long until you all fell asleep.
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tom-holland-parker · 2 years
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Richkid!Tom x reader x Harrison Part 2
Part 1
Word count: 742
Note: I literally haven’t had the energy to write for so long and when I finally do want to write I break my fucking wrist. So ignoring all the pain that writing this caused, LITERALLY, here is the long awaited part 2 that people wanted. Hope you like it besties
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“Baby, Look what you did to Harrison” Tom gestured to Harrison’s cock. You groaned as you felt Tom’s fingers move to your clit, “Why don’t you go help him out”
“Please” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, maybe it was for Tom to keep touching you or maybe it was for Harrison to fuck your mouth either way you wanted both, “I’ll be a good girl”
“Yeah you will” Tom kissed your temple, removing his fingers from your clit. You whimpered at the loss of his fingers as you opened your eyes to see Harrison walking closer to you, his hand in his pants fisting his cock. You moved to fall to your knees but Tom grabbed your arm, “Lets move to the living room”
You didn't protest, grabbing Harrison by the hand and moving him to the couch, “where do you want me?” You asked as you failed to take your eyes off his hardened cock.
“I want you bouncing on my cock like the perfect slut your daddy makes you out to be” Harrison’s hands moved to your hips as he pulled you closer. Your knees falling to the couch as your hands moved to grip his shoulders. You moaned as Harrison’s hands traveled over your body, not a spot untouched by him. 
A sudden unexpected slap on your ass caused your body to jolt forward. You looked up, eyes meeting Tom as he stood behind you, his hands moved to grab your neck, “be a good girl and do it just like daddy taught you to”
Heat flushed your body as you became filled with the need to please the two best friends. Without a second thought you guide Harrison’s cock to your hungry pussy, desperate for him to stretch you out. “Oh fuck-” Harrison moans as you moved down on him, your pussy so tight and wet.
“You’re so big” You moaned as you felt his hands move to your hips once again to guide your bounces. You leaned back into Tom as you felt his hands pet your hair, “Does that feel good baby?” He asked, already knowing the answer
“So good daddy” Your loud sounds of pleasure filling the room, “So fucking good”
Tom smiled as he looked down at you, his cock becoming hard again at the sight of you riding his best friend. Harrison was on cloud 9 with every single movement you made on his cock, “Fuck y/n just like that” His hand moved to rub your clit, “Such a good girl”
The tight circles being rubbed into your clit were sending you overboard, you gripped toms thigh as you came on Harrison’s cock. ”You can do better than that” Tom’s voice rang in your ears, “give him another one baby”
Tom smiled as your eyes rolled back, unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. No words were exchanged as you already knew what he wanted, you opened up and welcomed his cock with the warmth of your mouth.
The feeling was indescribable, being filled both ways at the same time. You’d spent countless nights getting yourself off to the idea of it but experiencing it was better than whatever your mind came up with.
Harrison’s eyes rolled back as he felt you squirt around him. He came deep inside you, pulling out just to enjoy the sight of his cum dripping out your ruined cunt, making a mess between the both of you.
Tom was relentless while fucking your throat, he was chasing his high and didn’t care how he got it. It didn’t take long before he was cumming in your mouth, if he had one weakness it was your mouth. Pulling out, he smiled as he saw the mess that was your face. Covered in sweat, drool, and now his cum dripping down your chin, there wasn’t a prettier sight.
He brought his fingers to your chin, scooping up the stray cum that didn’t make it to your mouth and put it on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying sucking off the cum from his fingers, “That’s right baby, not a drop goes to waste”
When his fingers left your mouth you pouted. Harrison chuckled at the submissive state that you seemed so comfortable in. “Now get on your knees and clean Harrison up” Tom smiled as he grabbed your throat, “every single drop”
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hollandorks · 1 year
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the montreal problem - masterlist
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Summary: The reader has big plans to spend a month in Montreal with her boyfriend. The problem? He breaks up with her just as her flight is leaving. Now she’s going to be stuck in an unfamiliar city for a month with no place to stay. That is, until an unexpected hero offers her a solution.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Epilogue 1 Epilogue 2 The London Problem
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celebtattletale · 1 year
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does anybody have any requests? for fake articles only please
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And finally, some (potentially) smutty prompts 😈:
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landothemuppet · 2 years
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BACK AT WRITING | thollandsdarling
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hello everyone, my sweet and kind mutuals and more. As you all could see those last months, i was kinda on MIA. I want you to know that i'm feeling very sad to not being able to post something. I struggle to finish my writing projects. As I have difficulty writing about my current wip, and I really want to write, I gave myself a little challenge. I suggest you to send me few things you want me to write, to get myself on trails again.
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RULES ꕤ Request starts on the 22nd of September and will end on 30th of September. ꕤ I write only for these characters : Tom Holland (all characters included, except: Nico from Cherry and the new one from TCR) Harry Holland, Sam Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson. ꕤ All writings will contain at least 500 words but will not exceed 1.5K or 2K. (remember that it is a challenge to get back to writing) ꕤ I am permitted to refuse to write an application if I feel that it is not respectful or if the application is too intense for me. ꕤ All smut requests must concern an adult character. Ex: Peter Parker will always be aged up.
I love you all ! Hope you will enjoy it. I missed you all. Send request and Enjoy ! - Mag
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sunshinesteviee · 2 years
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harrison osterfield masterlist
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☀ ONESHOTS ☀
better together ↳ soft, sweet, and lazy mornings with harrison
fallin all in you ↳ you hate harrison. he hates you. until you spend a night together.
be home soon ↳ dad!harrison; you’re away for work, and harrison and your daughter facetime you
waiting ↳ harrison finds you very endearing when you’re half asleep
bruised ↳ harrison comes back from the gym all bruised up, and you’re not happy about it
carving pumpkins ↳ you and harrison are carving pumpkins for halloween, and he has a surprise for you
rainy days ↳ getting stuck in the rain with haz
restless ↳ you’re a restless sleeper, but harrison has a solution
as always part one + part two ↳ dad!harrison; you babysit harrison’s daughters, and find yourself liking harrison, too
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jahayla-parker · 1 year
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Birthday Preference: Peter Parker x Reader , Tom Holland x Reader , Harrison Osterfield x Reader , Freddy Carter x Reader , Kaz Brekker x Reader , Jesper Fahey x Reader , Cardan Greenbriar x Reader , Austin Butler x Reader , Nikolai Lantsov x Reader
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Description: blurbs and moodboards for each character/person on how you’d celebrate your birthday with them and how they’d celebrate their birthday with you.
Warnings: some slightly suggestive content I suppose
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Peter Parker
Your birthday
Peter would go out of his way to ensure you had the best day! While he didn’t have a lot of money to spend on the day, he’d have saved up a decent amount to get you a gift and treats. He’d have purchased the item you’d had your eye on in the store window for nearly a month. He’d get pizza from either his work or your guys’ favorite place and teasingly put candles in it since it couldn’t decide on your favorite cake flavor.
His birthday
You’d of course make/buy him a spider man cake as an inside joke since only you knew his secret identity now. He’d be thrilled but also embarrassed by it. You got him a dog as you had seen him researching local rescues and animal shelters and researching which type of dog was the most protective. Little did you know that he was doing so in hopes to get you guys one to protect you when he was on patrol or otherwise not able to do so himself. But he adored the fact you knew him so well and picked the perfect dog. Plus it took a lot of pressure off him trying to do it alone.
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Tom Holland
Your birthday
Tom would want to spoil you everyday but especially on your birthday. As a result, you two agreed that you were okay spoiling the other on special days like birthdays and anniversaries. So, Tom would take you to an early dinner at your favorite restaurant. When you got back home, he’d secretly had Harry help him set up a surprise party for you. Your closest friends and family were invited and Tom had purchased an insane amount of decorations. After the party, he refused to let you help clean up and drew a relaxing bath for you while he cleaned up. Then you two would fall asleep cuddling in bed.
His birthday
As mentioned, you’d reached a compromise with Tom that you could spoil him on his birthday. As such, you bought him the best gift you could think of, even if it was a bit pricier than you would normally spend on such an item. You knew he had been working too hard lately so you arranged a relaxing night. You’d reserved a private theater for you and him to watch the latest blockbuster he wanted to see. Then you snuck out to a privately reserved rooftop bar for some food and drinks. After that, you arranged for Tom’s family to do a video call with him since they couldn’t meet until the week after. Once the call ended, Tom held you tightly as you went to sleep.
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Harrison Osterfield
Your birthday
We know Harrison likes to be extravagant and enjoys taking care of his loved ones. So, your birthday with him would be no different! He’d throw a large high end party with champagne, glitter, loads of friends, and your favorite cake. If you drink you’d likely end up needing him to carry you to bed that night after the party. If you don’t drink, Harrison would sense you becoming tired and conclude the party; joining you in bed to read for a bit before sleeping.
His birthday
Again, this boy can be very down to earth but also loves luxury things. So, if you two were away from home for his filming or other work projects, you’d celebrate in a more down to earth way. You’d still do the traditional birthday things like cake, candles, presents, etc. but then you’d find a relaxing location for lunch and just enjoy each other’s company. If you were home, you’d usually have a calm day like that on/around his birthday depending on how it landed. But since his birthday always landed on a US holiday, you also would have a party and on the tv you’d have it showing a feed to 4th of July celebrations in America so that you could watch the fireworks.
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Freddy Carter
Your birthday
Freddy would take you on a trip, likely just a small getaway for the two of you to a cute nearby destination. You’d spend the day doing your favorite activities and he’d of course take tons of photos of you on your birthday. It would be a nice and calming day where you got to simply enjoy life.
His birthday
Freddy didn’t have many birthday parties growing up, not big ones anyways. He used to be very shy and reserved, only coming out of his shell around those he knew very well. So, now that he’d gotten much more comfortable around others, especially his costars, you would hold an annual birthday party.
You wanted him to be able to experience a traditional birthday party where he could be his outgoing and carefree self around his loved ones and friends. You opted for him to take the night off from taking photos, instead using his Polaroid yourself to document the night. He of course would steal the camera a few times to get photos of you and you with him.
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Kaz Brekker (a bit long as backstory is needed to keep is as close to cannon as possible)
Your birthday
After Jordie, Kaz never cared for birthdays. He just treated them like every other day. However, when Inej noticed how personally you took it even before you and Kaz started dating, she lectured him on trying a little harder.
The wraith of course knew of Kaz’s hidden (even to himself at times) feelings towards you, so it was easy to get him to act more appropriately on your birthday.
He still wasn’t great at it, but the next year he at least addressed it; which he did each year since.
The year after that, you also found that a “mysterious and unknown” person left a small gift for you in your room. It was of course an item you’d been gazing at but hadn’t thought he’d noticed.
By the time you two became an unofficial couple, he’d taken to not only acknowledging your birthday and finally signing his name on the birthday gift, but also dedicating time to spend with just you.
Usually it would be in his office/room, but it was one of the rare times he’d leave his work alone and just be in the moment.
Once he was okay with labeling your relationship, he decided to tell you that as a gift in a way on your birthday.
As time went on, Kaz continued to try to make you see how much he cared about you and that your birthday was important to him because it was the reason you existed at all.
His birthday
Kaz never really celebrated his birthday. Even before his traumatic childhood, his family didn’t have a ton of time or money.
And now, the thought of the day often brought more memories of Jordie and how it was wrong for Kaz to celebrate a birthday when his brother couldn’t.
Therefore, when you entered his life and tried to find out his birthday he became very frustrated and tried to shut you out even more. He knew you were trying to be kind, but he didn’t feel he deserved it; nor was he sure he wanted it as it implied you cared for him which would put you in danger.
However, you were good at getting information, hence your whole role in the crows and in his life. So, you soon tracked it down, but never told anyone. If they knew, no one showed it.
You would often take food to Kaz’s office unprompted because he never took time to eat. So, you knew it wouldn’t look suspicious to do it on the day you now knew to be his birthday. As such, you made him a standard plate of dinner and departed from Your friend group for the night.
However, you first entered your room. You grabbed a small piece of cake you picked up from a bakery on the other side of Ketterdam very early that morning.
You didn’t want to push it by getting him a real gift right away, instead waiting to see how he responded to this. You then walked to his office, using your boot to knock softly since you had your hands full.
Kaz already knew it was you so he promptly signaled for you to enter.
He nodded appreciatively at you as you set the standard dinner plate on his desk as you always did.
While he hadn’t seen the other plate still in your hand yet, he sensed your nerves so he peered up from his notes in question.
He of course knew what day it was, but no one else should, so he was startled when he saw the cake in your hand.
Kaz glanced up to look into your eyes as he held a stoic expression but slightly raised his eyebrow to alert you to his thoughts.
You gave him a soft smile, “I was at the bakery… and umm.. the lady said it was on sale… so I got us all some for dessert”.
Kaz pressed his lips together as he steepled his hands together over his notes.
He sensed you were lying but he wasn’t sure if that was because you were lying or because part of him hopped you were.
Hating he already showed vulnerability in you having caught him off guard with the cake, he nodded again and allowed you to set it on his desk.
“Actually eat tonight Brekker” you teased as you exited his room.
When Kaz went to put the dishes in the kitchen, Nina stopped him.
“Two plates?” She glared, “and that one looks like it had something sweet on it. Did you eat my last waffle?! I was saving that!”
Kaz rolled his eyes, “I did not eat your precious waffle Zenik”.
“Then why the two plates hmm?” She interrogated.
Kaz groaned, stepping around her swiftly, “y/n brought me the dessert as well”.
“Dessert?” Nina gasped, spinning around to follow him.
“What dessert?!” She asked, offended she didn’t get any.
Kaz halted but didn’t turn around for a few seconds.
When he did, he asked, “You did not have dessert?”.
Nina crossed her arms over her chest, “no. There was no dessert. What game are you playing?”
Kaz’s eyes flickered to the stairway where y/n was standing with inej likely saying Goodnight.
He felt his lips curl slightly into what his body intended as a way to hide his desire to smile but likely appeared as a smirk.
He wasn’t sure why he was smiling, after all he doesn’t celebrate his birthday.
Perhaps you didn’t know, but he still felt smug over the idea that you’d only gotten him cake.
Plus, he knew given your skill, and the timing of it, that his earlier suspensions were likely true; you knew it was his birthday.
As vulnerable as he expected to feel at realizing that, he actually felt almost pleased.
You knew and yet you didn’t make him talk about it, question him on why he hadn’t told anyone, and you clearly understood he didn’t want to make a big deal of it.
He couldn’t express how much that meant to him, to have someone understand him so well and so effortlessly.
Kaz saw Inej smirk before muttering something to y/n but he didn’t look away.
Instead, he watched as your eyes scanned the room until they landed on him.
He relaxed into a faint smirk and nodded again.
You smiled widely and nodded back before giving him a small wave as you excused yourself for the night.
To say Kaz was up late that night wouldn’t be unheard of.
But he wasn’t working, instead he was thinking about what all of it meant and how to proceed.
Yet, in his traditional Kaz way of handling things, after the nonverbal acknowledgment between you two that night before you went to bed, he chose to act as if nothing happened.
However, the next year, he found another slice of cake on his desk; this time with a candle in it.
When you entered later you see if he’d eaten, he smirked and nodded towards the plate.
“You don’t need to talk about it. But I know what today is, and celebration or not, everyone deserves cake” you shrugged.
Since then, before and during your relationship, you and Kaz celebrated his birthday with full acknowledgement of the day (between you two at least).
The others still had no idea, and kaz preferred it that way.
In fact he was pleased that it had been you out of everyone who could’ve figured it out.
It also helped him explain to you a few years later why he hadn’t celebrated before.
And you guys worked together to help him accept that while he didn’t have to, he could celebrate his birthday still and that Jordie would’ve wanted him to.
As time went on, the celebration remained solely between you two and you took extreme precautions to protect his secret while still getting things back to his room to celebrate.
Over time you’d reached a point where instead of a slice of cake and a single candle, you’d been able to have him comfortable with a full (mini since it was just the two of you but still) cake and enough candles for his age.
He even soon let you get him a true gift on that day of the year; reluctantly of course, as he didn’t feel he needed any but knew it made you feel better to give him one.
He soon grew to not despise his birthday but instead cherish the alone time you two had on that day each year.
It was a type of domestic bliss he never expected to have, much less enjoy.
And he knew he never would have had it been anyone else but you.
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Jesper Fahey
Your birthday
Jesper rarely stepped away from the tables, let alone on a consistent basis. However, for your birthday he routinely took a break from gambling.
Although it wouldn’t last more than a day; you both knew that. He still dedicated that day to you, refusing to let the pull of the cards and kruge distract him from celebrating one of his favorite days; the day you were born.
He knew how much you loved his rings and clothes and loved how they looked on you.
But he didn’t feel it was enough to gift you something he already owned. So, he instead bought a matching set of your favorites of his for you.
If there were no heist coming up, he’d try to make a trip to Noyvi Zem with you. You didn’t have any family left but he did and Colm had taken you in as a daughter.
He’d often have a cake and birthday gifts ready when you two arrived.
If that wasn’t an option, he’d gauge your current mood and decide between throwing a party with the crows or having a private date night. Regardless of how it was spent, he made sure to show you how much he cared about the day and you.
His birthday
Jesper always spent at least part of his birthday gambling. However, now that you two were together, you offered to join him.
He was more than thrilled to not be alone, and even better, to have you keeping him company.
You would try a few rounds but unlike your boyfriend, you knew when to stop. You still stayed, now option to solely be his good luck charm.
Or so he called you, regardless of the outcome. To be fair, he was better when you were there, his desire to impress you making him notice more of the other patrons’ tells.
But even if he lost the hand, he would kiss your cheek as you sat on his thigh, his arms around you.
When you joked about you no longer being his good luck charm, he’d scoff and pull you closer to his chest, peppering kisses all over your face.
“You will always be my good luck charm beautiful. Just look at you, you’re glowing” he’d coo into your ear as he waited for the next round.
When you were able to pull him from the tables, you would guide him to the slat. You managed to get the others to help decorate while Jesper was out with you.
He’d of course drink far too much but he had the best night and hardly ever left your side despite his drunken behavior.
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Cardan Greenbriar
Your birthday
Cardan was not accustomed to celebrating birthdays given that residents of Elfhame normally lived far too long to have a reason. However, Cardan would never turn down the opportunity for a party.
Nor would he ever ignore the chance to spoil you, especially when custom dictated you couldn’t refuse the gifts.
So, when he was informed about the traditions surrounding birthdays, he went overboard.
He would throw a large party, wanting you to realize just how many people cared about you.
He’d have the staff decorate the whole castle, but often would go over and adjust things himself as he saw fit.
Cardan ensured your favorite foods and drinks, both from Elfhame and the human world, were present at the party.
After the party, he would guide you (blindfolded) to the library where he had arranged all of your gifts; over ninety-percent from him.
He would lean into the lounge chair as he watched you open each gift; explaining the ones not found in Elfhame.
Cardan would be overly thrilled to see how much you loved the personal gifts and letters he gave you.
However, despite having a great day, it wouldn’t end there.
He was not done maximizing his ability to spoil you.
Cardan drew a bath for the two of you and spend the evening reminding you how beautiful he found you.
His birthday
We all know Cardan loves a party, so while he was not used to celebrating his birthday, he wouldn’t resist your request to celebrate it.
There was plenty of alcohol, Elfhame delicacies, expensive decorations, an Alice in Wonderland themed treat table, and tons of guests.
He ignored most of them however, instead focusing on spending his night with his love.
Not caring that the guests were watching their king closely, Cardan would drag you onto the dance floor of the ballroom.
He began slow dancing with you, even though it did not match the music.
However, the music soon quickly changed to a slower beat as Cardan rested his head on your shoulder.
After the party you let Cardan open his gifts, him sometimes having to have your help understanding what some of them were since your human friends had sent them.
Just when he thought he’d opened them all he watched you slide a wrapped rectangular item across the bed to him.
He delicately -despite his drunken state- opened the gift as he sensed it was more important than the others.
Cardan gasped and his eyes watered as he looked down at a near-mint condition hardcover copy of Alice in Wonderland, “it’s beautiful y/n”.
You grinned and snuggled into his side, “it’s a first edition. Signed too”.
Cardan smiled and opened the cover, seeing the first edition stamp and the author’s signature.
He softly set it next to his bed, turning to pull you closer, “you spoil me too much”.
You knew he couldn’t lie, so he must’ve truly felt that way but you giggled and shook your head, “my beloved, I do no such thing. But, I’m not done”.
Cardan kept his arm around your waist as he watched you reach for your nightstand where another wrapped rectangle rested.
“My queen, you’ve already-“ he began, for the first time feeling as though he didn’t need anything more.
“Shh” you smiled, “or I’ll stop letting you spoil me on my birthday “.
Cardan immediately shut his lips tightly, making you laugh.
You leaned over, giving him a kiss until his lips were no longer in a dramatically thin line.
“Open it “ you said, placing the last gift on his lap.
He squeezed your hip and softly opened the item.
“It’s a collector’s edition” you grinned as Cardan’s eyes flickered over the unique coloring and design on this copy of his favorite book.
After carefully putting the books away, he made sure to show you how much he appreciated you and all you did for him that day.
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Austin Butler
Your birthday
Austin knew you didn’t get to have big parties growing up. So he took great care in planning extravagant parties for your birthday.
He would ensure it wasn’t tacky but instead tailored to your personality and likes.
He purchased your favorite champagne and invited as many of your friends as he could contact.
He’d rented out a nearby hotel to use their event hall for the night.
Without telling you why, he had you get dressed up and head out with him for the night.
When he saw the glee in your eyes when you learned of the surprise party, Austin knew he did well.
As the night went on, he noticed you had grown tired and excused the two of you.
He took her home, helping you wash the glitter out of your hair before tucking you into bed.
After he shut the house down, he cuddled into bed next to you, holding you tightly as you went to sleep.
His birthday
Austin was known for liking nice/fancier things and you knew his birthday was no exception.
However, he rarely had the time to make plans to celebrate given his work schedule.
So, you took it upon yourself to plan it.
You worked with his agent to ensure everything went smoothly and worked with Austin’s schedule.
He knew you were working on this as you often asked his opinions on the guest list or decorations.
Austin was very appreciative as he desired a nice night to relax and have fun but couldn’t make time to plan it.
The night went incredibly well and Austin couldn’t be happier.
Watching you dance while wearing the dress you knew was his favorite on you, Austin decided it was time to leave.
He made his way across the party and whispered to you that you guys needed to leave.
You weren’t sure why at first, but once you made it home Austin more than showed you why he needed to be alone with you.
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Nikolai Lantsov
Your birthday
Nikolai took every measure to make sure you had a wonderful birthday.
He enlisted all of his staff to take care of cleaning the palace top to bottom, making the guest rooms ready for company to stay in, trimming the gardens and sweeping the outdoor pathways.
Nikolai himself decorated while you slept in.
When he knew you’d be waking, he brought a tray of your favorite foods to you in bed.
“Good morning and happy birthday my dearest girl” he greeted, bending to kiss your forehead.
You whines as he pulled back, grabbing at his dress shirt and pulling him closer.
You smiled as you pressed your lips on his, his hand resting on your cheek.
“Morning” you breathed, taking a moment to smell the delicious food he’d brought.
Nikolai chuckled, fixing his shirt, “I’ve seen to it that the library is empty. So, when you’re done with breakfast, it is all yours. No David, no students, all yours”.
You beamed at him with excitement, “really?! Thank you Kolya! Will you be joining me?”
“It would be an honor” he smirked, “now eat”.
“You don’t have any meetings or con-“ you asked but he stopped you with a soft kiss.
“Not today y/n/n” he promised, grabbing your hand.
“Nik, no way Zoya is okay with you rescheduling” you teased, taking a bite of your breakfast.
He laughed and shook his head, his gorgeous hair moving swiftly from the action, “I didn’t reschedule, I reserved the day off”.
You blushed, pulling his hand to make him sit next to you, “I love you”.
He smiled, brushing hair from your eyes, “I love you too moya tsaritsa”.
Nikolai in fact did join you as you rummaged through the library for any books you hadn’t gotten the chance to read yet.
However, he was distracted by his nerves about the party.
He was hoping the party would also serve to get you more comfortable with the palace and your position in it.
Nikolai wasn’t unaware that this role was new to you, but he was always looking for ways to help ease the transition.
He was hopeful that tonight would allow you to relax and find joy in a more public room of the palace, enjoying yourself even while around the kingdom’s subjects.
Fortunately for him, despite your own nerves when learning of his planned event, you did enjoy yourself.
“Thank you for tonight my korol” you grinned, kissing his hand as was the appropriate ending to the night given your new status in the palace.
Nikolai smirked and snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a proper kiss.
He laughed as your eyes widened as you pulled away and silently glanced around the room of guests, “I know lapushka, but this is our home, and I do not intend to behave differently within it; regardless of who is present”.
You blushed as your smile grew, burying your head in his chest.
Nikolai brushed your hair with his fingers, “happy birthday milaya, Ne koroleva!” (Happy birthday sweet girl, Long love the queen)
His birthday
You knew that his new title as king limited Nikolai’s chances to tailor as Sturmhond and enjoy the privateer side of him.
So, you made sure that he got that chance for at least a week each year, whatever week his birthday landed on.
He’d been resistant at first, fearful Ravkans would connect his disappearance with Sturmhond.
But when Zoya agreed with you that the citizens likely expected their King to be absent around a date such as his birthday, he agreed.
He still had his doubts about what his subjects would think, but he could never say no to you.
Much less when you were trying to do something for him.
Plus, he desperately needed time away from the palace and the pressures of being king.
He profusely thanked you as the two of you boarded the Volkvolny, both tailored as your privateer personas now.
You kissed his cheek, ruffling his now colored hair.
He rolled his eyes playfully, pulling you to him by your waist, “enjoying yourself?”
You giggled and shrugged, “I haven’t seen you like this in awhile is all koja “.
Nikolai blushed, the way he always did, tailored or not, when you complimented him.
“Hmm liking the tailored look more?” He teased.
You smacked his chest, “of course not, knock it off. You know better than that!”
Nikolai smirked his signature Sturmhond smirk but pressed his lips to the top of your head, “we should get out there love, I need to make sure we don’t crash”
You laughed and followed him out from his cabin on the ship and onto the main deck, watching as he directed the crew and adjusted the ship’s trajectory.
When he finished he smiled and waved you over, his arms wrapping around you tightly, “I needed this darling, thank you”.
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sailingoceans · 2 years
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Masterlist | Holland & Co.
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Tom Holland
Breakfast disaster | fluff | GN!reader | 0.8k
Tom tries to make breakfast. Keyword: tries.
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Tom is mean to you, his co-star. You don't know why. There is tension.
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Fit Together | fluff | GN!reader | 1.2k
You're a perfect fit together and you love each other.
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It's tough loving someone who doesn't do the same.
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Together At Dawn ~ Epilogue
{tom holland, reader, harrison osterfield love triangle}
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warnings: fluff, language
word count: 1179
summary: Growing up as childhood friends with Tom, neither one of you expected to run a hotel together on a tropical island. And neither one of you could have expected what would happen when Harrison, a VIP guest, checked in. Everything that follows will suddenly have you questioning your feelings and where your heart is truly meant to be...
author’s note: i’m so sad to officially end this series but i had so much fun writing it and sharing it with you guys and i’d appreciate it so much if you could reblog, share, and show your love! this is the conclusion for the reader, Tom, and Harrison and i hope you enjoyed going on this journey with them. please drop a message in my inbox and let me know your thoughts and reactions! and shoutout to @heyhihellowhatsup0​ for all of her help while i wrote this series. happy reading!
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“You’ve been acting strange…” you eyed Tom, who gave you a frown in return. It made you laugh as you walked along the late night streets of London. Home.
“I’m acting no stranger than I always do,” Tom shrugged, chuckling when you shoved him playfully.
“I mean you are a weirdo,” you smiled innocently.
“Hey!” he huffed and pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your waist. “...when I get you home later I’ll show you how weird I really am.” He smirked.
“Excuse me, sir, but I don’t think my boyfriend would like that very much,” you answered.
Tom rolled his eyes. “Yeah, very funny.”
Taking a look around, you realized you weren’t sure where you and Tom were heading. You’d had dinner together at one of the restaurants you both used to go to growing up and then stopped into a café that served some of the best tea in London. But Tom hadn’t mentioned any other plans or stops along the way.
“Are you up to something…?” you glanced up at him.
“What makes you think that?” Tom turned to look both ways before the two of you hurried across the street.
“Don’t make me call you strange again,” you sighed. “Where are we going?”
Tom smiled to himself and you caught yourself smiling with him. The way his soft brown eyes lit up was contagious. 
“I heard there’s a cool spot over this way and I thought we could check it out. Up for it, love?” he lifted your hand in his and kissed your warm skin. He’d never get tired of kissing you.
You stopped dead in your tracks though before you could answer when you noticed the art gallery ahead. You had passed that gallery countless times when you used to live in England before you and Tom started your new life on the island. The thought of having a piece of your art out on display for anyone to come and see seemed like an unattainable dream. You had seen the most incredible art there. Pieces that put your drawings and paintings to shame. But you used that as inspiration to become better and you had hoped today you were much better than past you was.
“Would you like to head inside?” Tom asked as you both walked closer to the entrance.
Your brow quirked and you stood still, unable to go any further.
“Tom…” you whispered, feeling your heart beating wildly now.
“Yes, darling?” he stepped in front of you and cradled your face, leaning down to press soft kisses to your forehead and then your lips.
His touch was calming you. Although you weren’t sure why you suddenly felt so nervous. You didn’t know why Tom took you here…but part of you had a tiny idea why.
“Tom…did you…” you couldn’t get the words out.
So he said them for you.
“Did I submit those two incredible paintings you created and get an overwhelmingly enthusiastic response from the gallery’s curator? Who was shocked to learn that you weren’t a professional artist after seeing your pieces,” Tom smiled proudly.
“You did that for me?” your chin trembled and he wiped away the emotional tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.
He nodded. “I did. And I would love to go inside and witness you seeing your art on display for the first time,” his thumb caressed your cheek. “Are you ready?”
“No,” you breathed out a nervous laugh.
“I’m right here with you,” he whispered against your forehead. “I’ve got you, darling.”
Once he took your hand into his, you found your footing again and you ventured inside of the gallery. It was overwhelming and your head was spinning as you looked from one incredible piece to the next. Until you reached your paintings. Multiple people standing around them, marveling and discussing amongst themselves.
You were about ready to break down into a sappy, emotional mess. You were so happy and so in love with the man beside you squeezing your hand. The incredible man who was so proud of your work. He sent that work to a damn art gallery all for you.
“Welcome home to London town,” a voice suddenly said behind you and Tom.
You turned to see Harrison smiling at you both.
“Harrison?” you questioned, shocked to see him.
“Good to see that you two came to your senses,” he glanced at your fingers laced with Tom’s.
Tom smiled. A part of him was deviously hoping that Harrison was jealous but another felt grateful that Harrison was being so kind despite the past.
“You know how amazing she is,” Tom said to him but was gazing down at you.
You felt yourself blushing all the way up to the tips of your ears. Tom loved making you so blushy…because you got a kick out of doing it to him. You couldn’t help yourself. He was too cute.
“I have been lucky enough to learn how amazing Y/N is, yes,” Harrison agreed with a distant look in his eyes.
After catching up for a bit, Harrison apologized for having to head out but congratulated you on your art pieces. It was far more than you thought you deserved from him after the way things had gone down between the two of you.
“It was nice seeing you both,” Harrison smiled before taking his leave.
Tom noticed that you finally had a chance to go see your art without anyone around. He wanted you to be able to experience this moment undisturbed. And he spent most of that moment watching and looking at you more than the paintings. God, he loved you so damn much.
“Thank you,” you turned to him with tears in your eyes.
“Anything for you, darling, anything for you,” he leaned down and captured your lips.
Your kiss was interrupted though when the gallery’s curator greeted you and Tom and then handed you an envelope.
“What’s this?” you frowned down at it.
“That is all of the paperwork detailing the purchases of your art,” she smiled warmly at you. “Along with my number and email because I would love to display more of your art here.”
“The…the purchases? Of my art?” you spluttered.
Tom squeezed your hand again, just as surprised as you were.
“A gentleman paid the highest price I’ve ever seen someone pay for a brand new artist’s work. But he said to tell you that your mother would be proud of you,” the curator explained before congratulating you and stepping away to check on the rest of the guests.
You stood there stunned. As did Tom. But you made a mental note to find Harrison’s contact information in your system the moment you both returned to the island so you could formally thank him.
“You deserve tonight, darling,” Tom brushed your hair behind your ear. “You deserve endless nights like tonight and I am going to spend my life making sure you get them.”
Together at dawn or together in an art gallery…if you were with Tom, you were home.
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