#harrison osterfield fan fiction

[dovenymph]

little lune

authors note: inspired by @soulmemesarc birthday prompts!🥳🎂 also this is unedited sorry for any typos

" no no no! breakfast in bed for the birthday girl/boy/angel! lie down, let me take care of this... "

" so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe. "

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word count: 1.9k

you and harrison really didn’t have much in common.

this, you discovered, on your first date. he’d seen you at his neighborhood coffee shop on multiple occasions and prayed each day that you couldn’t see the infatuation building in his eyes, hoping one day soon, he’d’ve built up the courage to finally talk to you.

and you both thank god that that day had come and you spent nearly the entire day tucked away in the corner of the cafe talking about everything and anything.

he loved dogs, liked to consider himself a dog dad, even though the blue-grey staffy he showed you just over one million pictures of, technically belonged to his best friend. you on the other hand, grew up with cats curled up at your feet.

harrison could stay out all night, and did most weekends! very used to having to scrub last nights remnants off his body in the mornings and piecing together the events through blurry instagram stories. whereas, you were much more lowkey. always down for a good time, but couldn’t really stand the feeling of other people’s sweat on you while packed in a crowded club

despite this, the two of you fit together like puzzle pieces. like he was the sun, and you were the moon.

when harrison first brought up the comparison, you laughed and teased him for being such a cliche but when he smiled down and replied with “just for you, my little lune”

your face burned under his palms as he spoke the pet name so adoringly and with so much kindness in his eyes. and in that moment, you both knew that your differences in opinion were trivial and the only thing that mattered was you both bonded over your growing affection.

your face burned under his palms as he spoke the pet name so adoringly and with so much kindness in his eyes. and in that moment, you both knew that your differences in opinion were trivial and the only thing that mattered was you both bonded over your growing affection.

there was one thing you both had in common though and that was sleep.

there was one thing you both had in common though and that was sleep.

you could sleep for hours each, harrison very proudly bragging that his record was 18 hours straight.

whenever you went over to his house, he immediately locked the two of you in his room, receiving many suggestive comments from his roommates about the nature of your activities, but in reality he just locked his arms around you and took you to dreamland with him as the two of you slept the day away.

so it was no surprise that that was the position you both were in right now, the morning of your birthday slipping away like a handful of sand through open fingertips.

soon enough though, the ring of your phone had gone off too many times for you to ignore and you had to wake up and face the multitude of happy birthday calls you were receiving, without a doubt waking your boyfriend in the process.

“mmm, tell them to fuck off” he muttered as your cousin wished you a happy birthday, the phone being passed around to all your relatives.

“can’t babe, m’family’s callin’”

“b-but… we haven’t had a birthday snuggle yet”

the softness in his tone (his teddy bear persona being reserved for your eyes only) practically melted you “almost over, m’love”

five minutes later, the last of your cousins and aunts and uncles had wished you a happy birthday and you hung up, the multiple conversations taking away any last shreds of slumber.

you looked over at haz who had his face smushed into the pillow, his soft, blond hair swept into his face, looking as delicate as ever. his hands involuntarily twitching at the comforter as they called out for yours to intertwine with.

with a smile you cautiously slipped off the bed, but he still awoke anyways, poking his head up like a child. “where ya going?”

“to start the kettle, go back to sleep.”

“no no no!” he whined “breakfast in bed for the birthday girl. lie down, let me take care of this.” he dragged himself out of bed, placed a tender and loving kiss to your forehead before shoving you to the mattress and throwing the covers over your entire body, leaving you nothing but a giggling white sheet.

his heart soared in his chest at the sound as he made his way to your kitchen. he’d only been over your place a few times, your relationship still relatively new. so he tried his best to quietly turn on the kettle and then locate your pots and pans to get started on a birthday breakfast for you.

as he was flipping the pancakes, he started thinking about making a little smile with the strawberries and that brought a little smile to his face.

he barely recognized himself when he was around you. he was so lovesick, so head over heels for you. unlike he’d ever been with any of his previous girlfriends.

your relationship wasn’t in the early stages per-say, he openly called you his girlfriend, and you your boyfriend, but he still felt the need to impress you, he still felt nerves creep in his stomach before every date. the honeymoon stage, as some liked to call it. the comfortability was just around the corner, he was sure of it. but until then, he liked to keep you on your toes.

placing the meal on a tray and walking back to your bedroom, he thought to later tonight and bit his lip. he had planned something for you, something grand. it was a little much for your first birthday spent together, but he only realized that after everything was payed for; but you deserved it. you deserved all the magnificent things life had to offer, and he would fall to his knees in order to be the one to give them to you. so he hoped you would like it.

“happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my darling, happy birthday to you” he sung as you looked up at him from under the covers.

“thank you, lovie. it looks great.” you smiled and he carefully placed the tray on your lap, crawling up next to you.

“anything for you, lune.” he spoke with a kiss to your lips.

that was how the morning progressed, bites of pancake shared here and there, syrup flavored kisses peppered in between.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

haz’s wet chest was pressed against your back in the bath. the room scented vanilla and filled to the brim with bubbles and candlelight.

“what do you want to do later today, haz?”

“anything you like sweetness, you’re the birthday girl.”

“hmm, nothing planned big guy?” you teased, and he splashed a little water on your exposed torso.

“of course i do… but, it’s still your day, you can do whatever you want.” he replied, pressing kisses to your neck.

“whatever i want?”

“mmhmm, have whatever, do whatever… have me do whatever you want… to you” he spoke, voice deep and kisses hard.

your heart rate picked up, sure he could sense it as he pressed his tongue to your pressure point, gasping you consented with “i like the sound of that”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

“haz… can you at least slow down???”

“sorry! sorry! it’s not my fault i swear!” he retorted, swerving in and out of his lane.

“yeah well i can’t exactly tell now can i?” you snapped, feeling around the blindfold he insisted you wore

“hey! don’t mess with it! we’re almost there!” harrison looked over at you and worried his bottom lip in nervousness. the location was only down the road and every possibility was running through his head. did he invite enough of your friends? sure you got along with his housemates and coworkers, but he didn’t want you to feel awkward at your own party. was it too much, would you feel too pressured?

he turned into the parking lot and took a deep breath, you were here now, so it was now or never. “can i take it off now?”

“yes, sweetness.”

you yanked it off and immediately looked around, face contorting in confusion.

“cmon, it’s around the corner.” he grabbed your hand and started to make his way.

“i- i hope you like it. if you don’t that’s fine, we can do something else. i swear! no pressure really, this, this is really just an idea. but i thought it seemed fun, so i, yeah, again, i just hope you like it.” he rambled, about to add on another reassurance that you could leave whenever you wanted when your gasp interrupted him.

“woah…” you took in the field before you. fair games, food trucks, rides and even a ferris wheel covered the entire ground. your friends already enjoying the festivities.

“haz this… this is amazing…” your head snapped towards his as you thew yourself into his arms. “th-thank you so much, oh my god!”

harrison knew that if you weren’t anchoring him in that moment, he would’ve floated to heaven. you were so sweet and happy, he was more than elated.

“it’s all for you, babe. let’s go enjoy, yeah?” he said, pride running through his veins at the good job he did.

you found your friends, all giving you bear hugs and dragging you away from harrison to go on rides. he didn’t mind, he got to spend all day with you, and you were too good not to share.

he sat at one of the picnic benches as tom brought over two slices of pizza. “mate, i gotta say, this is fucking awesome”

harrison beamed at him at the compliment. “yeah i know!”

tom laughed and shook his head, “wanna call you a smug div, but honestly, y’should be proud of yourself.”

harrison felt his cheeks warm at his friends words. “thanks mate, i- i’m just glad she likes it.”

tom let out a *whapush* noise, “so whipped.” and harrison just rolled his eyes, but bit back any denials. he was whipped for you. not only did the thousands in pounds he spent for tonight prove it, but the way his heart danced in his chest at the mere though of you, did too.

“yeah, i guess i am” he smirked, meeting tom in a fist bump and beelined towards you.

you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind as you spoke to your friend, her eyes lighting up at the scene.

“mind if i steal her for a moment?” he asked, giving your friend his best puppy eyes, to which she giggled and shook her head, sending you a wink on her way.

“y’alright, birthday girl?” he muttered, head buried in your neck.

“more than alright. thank you again haz, i really, i really don’t know how i can make this up to you.”

he spun you around in his arms and gave you a passionate kiss, trying to convey all his love through it, hopefully telling you that you didn’t have to make anything up to him, that he’d buy you the earth if it’d make you smile.”

when he pulled away, you stared up at him like he was a figure from your dreams and he thinks you understood him.

“cmon, let’s go on the ferris wheel!”

“lead the way, lune.”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

the night sky surrounded you both as you at at the top of the ferris wheel, looking down at the city.

“so…,” harrison began. you hummed in response and he squeezed your clasped hands together.

“so there's this tradition. a law, really. i have to kiss you as many times as your age. so prepare yourself, babe.”

you laughed and scooted impossibly closer to him, “oh yeah?”

“mmhmm! now remember, i don’t make the laws, only enforce them.”

he began to count upwards from one and kiss your lips. some soft and light, others held out and leaving you a little breathless.

“so many kisses tonight, i love it”

“well there’s more where that came from.” he said, “now where was i? oh right, 16…”

[twix-tom]

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

A/N: Christmas is here bitches!! I will TRY to write everyday until the 25! I still have some more to write so if u have request about a specific Christmas topic OR any other holiday you celebrate (or if you don’t celebrate) let me know and I will TRY to write it! I will write them for Tom and Haz:)

Word Count: 513

Day 1: Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader. 

Hot Chocolate sounded like a great choice right now. The streets are cold and the constant buzzing of the people around her was exhausting. Trying to avoid everyone with their big boxes and bags can be tiring.

She liked Christmas, the sense of warm in the middle of the cold was always a nice reminder of every possible metaphor that that may contain, it made her feel better the same way that catching her favorite movie while she was browsing the channels on the TV did.

Y/N was determined now to get to the coffee shop that served her favorite hot chocolate and order one, maybe something sweet to eat with it and just sit and watch people for a while, maybe she could even pop into a bookstore and see if there was something new that caught her attention or maybe she could just- 

“Fuck!” she felt the pavement really quickly on her ass and felt even more cold “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” 

There was a blonde man staring directly at her on the floor and suddenly the embarrassment replaced every  bit of cold that her body could feel, he was crouching down trying to see if she had been injured after colliding with him. It was kinda surprising that she ended up on the floor and he didn’t even move 

“Let me help you up, I’m so sorry” their footwear choices were very different. She noticed after taking his hand and finally getting up, while shaking her coat of any dirt that may have gotten on it she noticed his heavy looking boots. Compared with her little flimsy ones that her dad had told her would cause her problem, she could see how he hadn’t even flinched.

“I’M sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Stop apologizing” the heavy-boots guy was very attractive now that she had him face to face. He had incredible beautiful blue eyes being framed by his glasses just like art. She felt a tingle in the center of her chest and her palms 

“I’ll blame the cold, it has us all a little… loopy” the way she smiled made his heart start beating harder than before his face now feeling really hot. He hadn't expected that his Christmas shopping would be interrupted like this, and it would have been an inconvenience to have to stop so suddenly if it wasn’t because of her

“Yeah, it’s a good excuse for illimited hot chocolate though” she said pointing to the coffee shop just across them, feeling bolder than she probably should feel given the circumstances she continued “Would you like one?”

Her voice was softer, almost as if she had gotten unsure of asking, he could see now in her shining eyes a little bit of shyness, her eyes were hypnotizing and while he was lost on how beautiful they were she was planing how her life would be now that she HAD TO MOVE OUT OF THE COUNTRY, WHAT WAS SHE THINKING ASKIN- 

“Only if you let me pay” 

Maybe a little buzzing wasn't so bad.

[thollandthot]

woman like that part 2; tom holland x harrison osterfield

a/n: dang. took me long enough, right ?? but here is the second part of woman like that !! i feel like this one kind of drags, but i promise the next part will be MUCH better ;) feel free to message me with any feedback, and let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list !!

word count: ~2.5k pairing: harrison osterfield x reader, potentially tom holland x reader… i guess we’ll find out. warnings: pining and infatuation. perhaps unrequited love. guilt and inner turmoil, and lots of it.

CLICK HERE TO READ PART ONE. CLICK HERE TO READ PART TWO. CLICK HERE TO READ PART THREE.

WOMAN LIKE THAT

As the California sun began to set, Tom and Harrison left to pick Y/N up for the night. Their destination? Dave and Busters; by her request, of course. And since Harrison was already whipped for the poor girl, Tom was outnumbered. Not that he minded, though. Because perhaps Dave and Busters would be a good change of scenery for him. It was actually pretty low-key, all things considered. The lights were dim, making it more difficult to recognize Tom’s face, and you could still get a decent drink there. And, of course, Y/N wanted to win a stuffed animal, so win a stuffed animal, she shall.

Pulling up to her apartment felt like a scene out of a romantic comedy. Mere moments after Harrison texted her that they were out front she had appeared, and it became clear that she looked good in anything she wore. She donned a different ensemble from what she had worn earlier that afternoon — denim shorts with a cozy oversized sweater, accompanied by a pair of sneakers — and she still looked just as adorable as she the first time Tom had saw her. The two friends stood to greet her, but of course her first priority was her boyfriend, and that was clear when she gave the blond a face-splitting smile and wrapped her arms around his frame in a tight embrace. Harrison’s expression mimicked her own when he returned the squeeze.

They really were happy together.

Her attention diverted to Tom when she gave him a smile, which was shy but just as heartfelt as she gave him a quick squeeze. He wished it had lasted longer.

And she’s watching him with those eyes. And she’s loving him with that body, I just know it. And he’s holding her in his arms, late, late at night...

In order to respect the new couple, Tom sat in the back seat on the drive to Dave and Buster’s, forced to watch them interact with each other. Of course, it served as good research for Tom to see how well Y/N treated his best friend, and vice versa, but it also only fortified how badly Tom wanted something like that for himself. And, specifically, how badly he wanted it with someone like her.

Their hands were laced together, placed delicately over top of the car’s center console, and Harrison would give her hand a squeeze every few moments, as if to remind her silently that he was thinking about her. They’d mumble little inside jokes to each other before giggling for a few moments and then going back to their comfortable silence. Tom tried not to sigh too audibly, but it had been a while since he had some form of affection to call his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he held someone, cuddled with someone, memorized every dip and curve of their body before heading off to film, in hopes he wouldn’t forget. He couldn’t remember the last time he had made love to someone.

Because Tom was too much of a romantic for his own good, and his career often got into the middle of that. Which was one of the many reasons he had been so touch-starved as of late. Perhaps that was why his mind began to wander. It couldn’t be helped, really. His first thought replaced Harrison with himself, Tom’s hand laced with Y/N’s as they drove, her big, beautiful eyes watching him adoringly, and occasionally he would return the look of infatuation for a moment before proceeding to keep his eyes on the road. The thoughts got progressively more inappropriate from there, and before his mind could go anywhere too far off limits, his best friend’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“You alright, mate?” Harrison asked, making eye contact through the rear view mirror.

Tom nodded, even though he was very clearly not alright. He actually felt incredibly guilty. “Yeah. Just tired.” He tried to grin before Y/N took off her seatbelt, turning in her seat to give Tom a grin. It made his heart skip a beat.

“Then you’ll both have to win me something quick, huh?” She opened the passenger side door with ease, stepping out, and it was only then that Tom realized that he spent the entire car ride daydreaming.

Harrison exited the vehicle and Tom followed suit, eyes glazed over, making it apparent that he was still in a post-daydream haze. Haz pivoted on his heel, furrowing his brows in his best friend’s direction, a look of concern on his face. “You sure you’re alright?”

Tom feebly attempted to nod at the blond reassuringly. Luckily, Tom was a good actor, and Haz took his word for it. Harrison exhaled in relief, purposefully staying a few yards behind his girlfriend as she walked, wanting to speak to his best mate privately.

“Here’s the plan: I’m gonna get us all drinks and you can spend some time alone with her.” That pulled Tom right out of his thoughts, a bewildered expression on his face. Why would Harrison want him to spend time alone with his girlfriend? “Just want you to get to know her. One on one, yaknow? Like the way I know her.”

Alright, so maybe Tom could understand that. After all, he wanted to give his best friend his unbiased opinion on this girl, so getting different perspectives could be beneficial.

Or it could be absolutely terrible, and make this a hell of a lot harder.

“Hey, slowpokes!” Y/N called from across the parking lot, raising up on her toes and waving her arms so she’d be visible, even though there weren’t any cars in sight to block their view of her frame. “If you wanted to go on a date by yourselves, you should’ve just told me!” Even from a few yards away, Tom could see her smirk and hear her snicker at her own joke. Some people might’ve found that incredibly obnoxious, but Tom enjoyed being in the company of someone who could laugh at themselves. Clearly, Harrison was the same.

The two boys jogged a few paces to catch up with Y/N, Harrison giving his girlfriend a chaste peck on the lips before going off in his own direction. Y/N turned to face Tom, her features still shy and hesitant. If it weren’t for the dim lighting, it would’ve been easier for Tom to decipher whether or not she was blushing. He decided, in the end, that she wasn’t, because it would be far too endearing if she was.

She took a few steps towards the arcade, allowing Tom to follow suit. “So, what’s your game of choice?” She asked with an arched brow, turning her head so she could face him every few moments as they walked. 

Tom tried his hardest to shove down any possible emotions he felt while looking her in the eyes. He couldn’t flirt with her, and frankly, he shouldn’t have WANTED to flirt with her. Nevertheless, he found it difficult to not say something cheeky, so he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets awkwardly. Smooth move, Holland. 

Clearly, Y/N didn’t seem to notice Tom’s change in demeanor (this was their first time alone together, so perhaps she just didn’t know any better), continuing the conversation as usual. “Something tells me you’d be good at that punching thing. You know, where you hit the punching bag and they give you a score? Or those old fashion ones where you hit the thing with a mallet and try to ring a bell,” she pursed her lips, snapping her fingers as if willing an answer to come to her head. She smiled, “test your strength! That’s what it’s called!”

Tom stifled a chuckle, taking a deep breath as he remembered his mission: to see if this girl was good enough for Harrison. Of course, he couldn’t do that if he was stiff as a board all night, at least, that’s what Tom said to himself to ease the guilt of potentially getting a bit too friendly with her. He just had to remember his boundaries. “You know I’m not actually Spider-Man, right, l—“ Tom coughed at the end, resisting the urge to call her one of his infamous terms of endearment, even though she was already calling him Tommy. This had to remain professional. Platonic, at best.

Y/N tossed her head back in a laugh, shoving lightly at Tom’s shoulder upon hearing his response. Was what he said even that funny? Maybe. Tom didn’t think so. “Oh, believe me, Tommy. I know. Tobey will forever be my favorite Spider-Man.” She was clearly being sarcastic. It was just a bit of banter. Cheeky banter, but banter, all the same. Tom liked a girl that could crack a joke every once in a while. Wait. HARRISON liked a girl that could crack a joke. This wasn’t about Tom (it never should have been in the first place). Tom feigned a hurt expression before she continued.

“It’s nothing personal. I’ve just seen your movies and you’re pretty damn awful.” She deadpanned before shooting Tom a wink.

Wait a minute. Was SHE flirting? That wasn’t fair. Although, Harrison did say this girl was a fan, so Tom already knew she wasn’t serious, but the wink made him stumble a bit. 

Perhaps that was just her personality. Tom could see that. In fact, it was kind of attractive how comfortable she was talking to not only a guy she had just met, but Tom, of all people. Perhaps she was feeling just as awkward as he was and was merely trying to break the tension. Either way, it was something Tom would keep in the back of his mind going forward. Whether or not it was a concern would become apparent eventually. And before Tom could say anything about it, Y/N had changed the subject.

“Alright. How about the claw machine? I’ll probably try like six times before I get angry, then you can give it a go?” She stopped in front of one of the claw machine games up against the wall, giving Tom an expectant look. Her eyes widened, almost as if she assumed he would say no. Who was he to deny this girl her joy?

Tom grinned, and to him, it was blatantly obvious that it was forced. “By all means.”

She smiled, the corners of her eyes scrunching and her nose wrinkling; another full faced smile. It made Tom’s heart pound heavily in his chest, knowing she was that excited over something so small. Tom was like that, too. He tried to enjoy the little things. She gestured to the other side of the game, “Will you stand on the side and help me line up?” 

He nodded, standing at attention before giving her a salute, jogging off to the other side of the claw machine. Tom mentally slapped himself. A salute? Seriously? What the hell was wrong with him? She was just a girl. A pretty girl, but an off limits girl. He should not be this nervous about talking to her, nor trying to impress her. That was Harrison’s job. 

Nevertheless, Tom found himself watching her instead of the crane, like he was supposed to be. The flickering carnival lights made her eyes sparkle with a childlike gleam as she scanned through the different teddy bears, weighing her options and deciding which one she wanted, or rather, which one she had the best chance of getting. 

She slid in enough quarters for her first try before popping back up, hands wrapped daintily around the joystick. She squinted, lower lip between her teeth as she concentrated on getting the claw in the perfect position. Her brows furrowed and her eyes squinted. Wow, she really wanted a teddy bear. 

After a few moments of her attempting to line up the claw with her chosen teddy bear, Y/N glanced over at Tom, who already had his eyes on her. “What do you think? Does it look good from over there.”

I bet you look good from every angle. That was Tom’s first thought that threatened to leave his mouth. Of course he didn’t say it, but he thought it. Which honestly might’ve been just as bad. Tom tore his gaze from his best friend’s girlfriend, examining where she had the claw positioned overtop the teddy bears. “Looks good.” Tom finally spoke with a grin, and with his permission, Y/N pushed the big red button to lower the claw, and she watched in anticipation as it grasped the teddy bear, only to have the stuffed animal fall out of its grasp once in the air.

Her brows creased and she frowned in disappointment, but it didn’t last long, because soon Harrison was sneaking up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face into her neck. The blond blew a raspberry into the crook between his girlfriend’s neck and her shoulder, effectively making her squeal in surprise. She spun around, a wide beaming smile plastered on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They looked at each other like they were the only people in the world.

Tom felt nauseous.

After a few moments of the couple exchanging “I missed you”s and filling Harrison in on their failed efforts to win a stuffed teddy bear, the blond turned to Tom, who gave a meek smile. This was quite possibly the most uncomfortable Tom had ever felt in his best mate’s presence, and Harrison had seen some incredibly private things no best friend should ever see. Haz cleared his throat.

“I got us a table, if we wanna have some drinks, yeah?” His attention diverted back to his girlfriend for a brief moment, as if looking for her approval, as well. “And we can try again after?”

Y/N nodded eagerly, unraveling herself from her boyfriend’s grasp before leading the two best friends back from the arcade. 

“How’s it going?” Harrison mumbled to Tom, frosty blue eyes hopeful. The poor guy really wanted his best friend to like his new girlfriend. And of course Tom liked her, but he’d never say just how much he liked her. He valued their friendship too much, really. Tom would rather take this crush -- this infatuation -- to the grave than ruin that.

Tom rested what was hopefully a comforting hand on his best mate’s shoulder, giving it a pat. “She’s great, mate. Really. I’m happy for the two of you.” And unfortunately for Tom, none of the words he spoke were a lie.

Yeah, perhaps they all could use a drink.

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[mxrvellouspidey]

A day in the life of a (marvel) fanfiction reader:

Person: you’re always on that damn phone, would it hurt you to put it down and pick up a book instead?

Me *slightly offended* : as a matter of fact I actually read every single day.

Person: really? And what is it that you read every single day?

Me *remembers all the fan fiction I read on a daily basis and fantasize about 99% of the time*: Uhmmm *laughs nervously* I read a lot of things... fiction...short stories... and all that...

Person *starting to get suspicious*: care to give an example??

Me *sweating nervously while I panic(at the disco;)*: uuhhhhh Shakespeare..? YEAH Shakespeare!

Person *squints eyes*: if you’re so sure then quote something from his work..

Me *mind starts racing at the speed of light*: umm... doth mother know you weareth her drapes...?

Me:

Person:

[hollandarling]

OKAAAAYYYY so earlier today I took a nap and had a really weird ass dream and I can’t remember a lot of it but what I can remember is that Harrison was there and there was a vibrator involved. Could you write an imagine where you have a wet dream about him and he hears you moaning and saying his name so he decides to wake you up with his head between your legs and more 😊 thanks so much!! I love your blog ❤️

 a series of reactions as I read this prompt:

WHERE ARE MY DREAMS LIKE THAT ASJHDKFH p l e a s e come back and share if you have more i need these in my life oh my GOD ty for entrusting me with this blessed concept i YELLED and i love you for loving my blog!!!

Also this is FILTHY and there’s definitely swearing so can’t say I didn’t warn you

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“Harrison…” your voice croaks out, soft, needy.

Your boyfriend stirs at the sound, rolling over in bed to see you turned away from him on your side, curled up in the cutest fetal position. He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at you admiringly, a soft smile tugging at his lips as your face scrunches up.

“Harrison—“ you say again, eyes still screwed shut.

He shakes your shoulder gently trying to wake you. “Love, it’s just a bad dream, you’re okay.”

A quiet moan falls from your lips, your legs shifting and your hips starting to rock slightly.

Realization hits—mouth forming the shape of an ‘O’ before laughing mischievously to himself. He’s woken up many a time, full of embarrassment from “active” dreams but he’s never caught you before and the thrill of it all goes straight to his head.

He pulls the covers down to your knees, revealing your bare legs and his favorite high waisted panties of yours. He begins to kiss along the side of the thigh closest to him. You stir a little at the flick of his tongue, and he takes the opportunity to nip at your skin. Your eyes shoot straight open, immediately flushing and gasping from his little touches.

“Haz—I was ju—”

“—Having a dream about me?”

You avoid looking back at him, fumbling around for any words that didn’t disclose what was happening in your head. There was no excuse.

You “man-up” enough to glance over your shoulder to meet his gaze. His cocky expression had you done for—face holding a devilish smirk that challenged the Grinch on Christmas Day and eyes sparkling as if he’d just seen color for the first time.

He rolls you over in one swift motion and he’s comfortably wiggling himself between your legs, looking cheekier if that was even possible.

His fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear. “What do you say about finishing up this dream of yours?”

“God, yes!” you whine, pathetically, and almost too enthusiastically but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Itching for any kind of contact.

The fabric between the two of you is practically torn off, his lips making a beeline your clit and giving it a blunt suck. Your body jolts at the pressure, only feeling that coil wind tighter in the pit of your stomach. Already too worked up from your little dream land.

His warm breath teases you as he hovers just out of reach. Fingers toying with the wetness collecting between your legs. His lips move to ghost along either side of your heat as you writhe underneath him.

“Harrison!” you yell his name out in an impatient beg, feeling like you are going to quite literally, implode if he doesn’t touch you, now!

He shakes his head with a chuckle but gives in after your fingers fist into his hair and practically shove his mouth where it needs to be.

His tongue circles around your clit and you relax into the mattress, focusing on the waves moving through your core. Relief overwhelms you, until he loses contact with you, again!

“For fucks sake, H—“

“Why don’t you tell me where it was, exactly, that we left off in that dream of yours?”

You feel blood rush to your cheeks, and your hands aren’t quick enough to hide your embarrassment.

“Come onnn!” His boyish excitement working wonders at convincing you.

With a sigh, you stop hiding behind your hands to reach for your bedside table, blindly feeling for the cool metal of the knob in the ill-lit room. You pull your vibrator out of the drawer and toss it in his direction.

He holds it up, eyebrows raised. “And what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Umm, use it?”

Ha. Ha. Being a smart ass when you’re this desperate is probably not the smartest move.

You could swear that you watched his eyes twinkle as he presses a thumb harshly against your clit. You whimper at the contact, feeling his touch radiate through your body.

He remains, unmoving. “Gonna have to be more specific if you want something, darling.” The pet name rolls off his tongue slowly, each syllable silky and dangerously sweet.

Your breath catches in your throat—mentally preparing for the outcome of the words that come out of your mouth next.

“You’re going to fuck me while you hold my vibrator against me.”

Now its Harrison’s turn to waver, studying your face as if you were going to change your mind.

“Well?” You’re impatient as ever.

He, quite literally, jumps out of the bed, pulling you to the edge by your ankles to be flush against him.

Clothes are ripped off of him faster than you’d ever seen before and he’s rolling on a condom in the blink of an eye.

He’s all too eager, setting the intensity of that miraculous little device and pressing it against you before sliding into your entrance.

Your head falls back in ecstasy, fisting at the sheets underneath you. Harrison ups his pace, matching the force of the vibrations coursing through you.

You feel him change the setting higher, giving you no time to adjust. Your legs start to twitch involuntarily and you can hear his breathing becoming more ragged as you throb around him.

“Fucking hell, babe,” he grunts, concentrating extremely hard on getting the words out. Your pussy pulsating almost too much to handle.

You can’t find it in you to speak, your mouth running dry. Feeling your entire lower half spasming, overwhelmed by the extra stimulation.

He ups the power again, making your back arch and you hear his name called out in a voice of such desperation that it doesn’t sound like yours.

Said as a command? A plead? You couldn’t begin to know but you damn well knew that you were about to burst.

“Come on sweetheart, I wanna see how good I make you feel.”

FUCK.

His words are just enough to act as a final push. A surge of pleasure washes over you, that electric feeling spreading through your veins as you ride out your high.

A rush of warmth fills inside of you, the sensations of you clenching fiercely around him driving him over the edge. You relish in the beautiful noises he makes, all for you, as your body finally begins to drift down to a state of calm.

Harrison damn well near collapses on top of you, absolutely winded from the entire experience. You can’t help but giggle and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, meeting your lips to his.

He breaks away, breathless and weak in the knees, only having one thing to say: “Fuck, we’re doing that again.”

[thoughts-for-tom]

y’all here’s the batman song by haz.

[lamptracker]

Omg I need a headcanon for the soft make outs while watching tv with Haz other anon you’re so smart!

- It’s your ordinary, run-of-the-mill, weekday evening

- The TV is on, you’d been watching baseball (Cardinals @ Dodgers; you were rooting for the Cards, he for the Dodgers)

- But you’re not watching it now

- Instead, you’re reclining on the couch in front of it, Harrison hovering over you

- It started out with a quick kiss on your cheek 

- Then turned into peppering your face with kisses

- And,eventually, he captured your lips with his

- This is not the type of kiss that hopefully leads into other things

- It’s slow, and soft, and just a sign that the two of you are madly in love with each other

- His lips are velvety smooth against yours

- (His tongue stays in his mouth for the most part)

- He’s on top of you but it’s not uncomfortable

- Harrison’s hands are on either side of your face

- You reach a hand up to brush one of his soft curls off his forehead

- He pulls away momentarily to admire you

- You take the same opportunity

- There are no lights except the glow of the TV

- Harrison is smiling down at you, face lit by the TV light

- You swear he’s never been more beautiful

- “How’d I get so lucky?” you wonder aloud

- “Same way I did,” he replies. “No idea.”

- You giggle as he leans down to kiss you again

- The Cardinals won the game, 5-2

- But as Harrison gently traces the shell of your ear as he kisses you, you can’t help but feel you’re the real winner

- (that ending was cheesy af OH WELL)

[tshollandlove]

Birthday Surprise || happy birthday haz A/N: it says daddy because the reader announces her pregnancy, NOT because of daddy kink🤢

[jesslockwood]

How to Find Plagiarism of Your Fan Fiction, Art, Etc. And Steps to Get it Taken Down

Since a lot of people have been having their works/ art stolen and put on Wattpad, and other places I thought I’d share my process/knowledge for finding out if someone has plagiarized my work(s)

Writing plagiarism: I found This free site for 500-1000 words (if you sign up you get 1000 free words you can paste in from your works) and you paste apart of your writing and will show matches. I checked mostly Wattpad leads that came up and tumblr ones.

(you can also on wattpad weather you're the writer or not, can report books/works on there to help the original writer get the plagiarism taken down, but do always ask the original writer first if they gave permission to let it be posted elsewhere.)

Art/ Photos: you can bulk upload your images and this site here will find matches. its free and all you have to do is sign up for an account, and you can make copyright claims as well on art, photos, etc. 

if anyone has anymore sites, tips or info on this please Reblog and add it!

[marvelgurl]

Off-Limits Masterlist

Pairing: (Eventually) Tom Holland X Reader Osterfield

Word Count: 25,594 (Up to Part 8)

Warnings: Language, Angst, Friendship, Love, Betrayal, Alcohol Abuse, Pain, Toxic Relationships, Break-ups, Hatred, and more that I cant think of at the moment Will add them when they come up.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8  Part 9 Part 10

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

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A/n: I am still working on the writing process for this series. I will hopefully be posting twice a week but for sure once a week.

Update: I am sorry I haven’t updated this series lately, work has gotten busier and I haven’t had much time to work on the next parts.

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[faefictions]

Lonely People | Ch 6

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: some angst 

Friday night parties had become a sacred ritual in the apartment. It went without saying that all 3 of them would be out and drunk by 8 pm. Getting out of a Friday night party was about as hard as getting out of work. If you didn’t have a doctors note, you were out of luck. 

Fridays before breaks were different. Usually, all three of them were packed up and on a flight out of town before dinner, but of course, this Friday had one difference. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to tag along? I’m all for you staying, but I get it if you changed your mind,” Jace called as he set his stuff by the front door. Sierra was still frantically packing in her room, so she had no say in the conversation. 

“I’m sure, Butthead. Tell your mom I said hi,” y/n called from the couch, turning to give him a teasing smile. 

“Ok, well I’m ready to go whenever. Are we waiting for Sierra?”

“Her and Tom. It might be a while,” y/n rolled her eyes. 

On any other holiday, the three would get an Uber to the airport, but since y/n was staying home for the break she promised she would drive them all to the airport. 

“If you need anything while we’re gone, promise you’ll call?”

“I’m a big girl Jace, you don’t have to worry about leaving me home alone,” she teased, but when his stern expression didn’t let up, she sighed and nodded her head. 

She didn’t anticipate needing them much over the week. It was just one week of being alone. And sure, she hated being in the apartment on her own, but that wasn’t something they needed to know. She just knew that if she did need anything, calling someone who was halfway across the country wouldn’t be of much help. 

“And if it is an emergency, remember Harrison is still in town. You have his number right?”

“I’ll be fine Jace, stop worrying,” she chuckled at him, just as Sierra came tripping through her doorway with two suitcases in tow. 

“You’re going to be gone for one week, what could you possibly need that would fill two suitcases,” Jace asked. 

“Shut up, I am not the ridiculous one here,” she growled, pointing to his half empty duffle bag.

The two continued to playfully bicker, and y/n sat and soaked in the last few moments she would have with her roommates before silence would fill their shared space for the week. 

Tom showed up less than 10 minutes later, and they all dragged their luggage down the steps and out to the car. It was a game of tetris getting the bags to fit in the small trunk, but they managed to get it shut and began their trip to the airport. 

Y/n helped the 3 unload and walked them through the doors, but before they reached security, Sierra had to give her the same talk that Jace had back at the apartment. 

“Si, I swear to god, you two better get out of here before I throat punch you.”

“Promise you’ll call first!”

“Fine, if anything goes wrong, which it won’t, I will call you. Although there will be nothing you can do because you will be 5 states away. Now, go.”

Sierra wrapped her up in one last hug before taking Tom’s hand and leading him to the security line. 

Jace lingered for one more moment, asking y/n one more time if she was sure she didn’t want to go home with him. 

A small part of her wanted to give in. It wanted to say fuck it and just get on the flight without any luggage. But she knew that being there was never her idea of a good time, and going anywhere without at least a change of clothes was a bad idea. So she shook her head and gave him one last reassuring hug before shooing him in the same direction as Sierra. He looked over his shoulder only one time before joining the other two in line, giving her a small, sad wave. 

Y/n wasn’t in a rush to go back to the apartment. Thinking back, she hadn’t spent a single night alone since moving in. Every once in a while, one of the roommates would have a one night stand, but the other one was always just a room away. It was a little too nerve-wracking for her to rush back to, so instead, she decided to go get something to eat. 

Her bank account didn’t have much in it. The small amount of freelance work she did had been slowing down even more, something she didn’t know was possible, and it was making it hard to survive. There was no way she was about to tell Jace and Sierra about that though. She knew that they would both be willing to empty their own bank accounts if it meant helping her, and while that meant the world to her, she could never let that happen. 

She walked onto one of the few places to eat on campus, a large mural of their mascot greeting her on the adjacent wall as she walked in. She hated that painting. The idiotic smile on the mascots face was enough to make anyone uncomfortable. 

She walked quickly past it so it didn’t occupy her thoughts for too long, and made her way over to the register. She wanted to eat there, but the amount of people in there made her nervous. Being anywhere alone was already nerve-wracking for her, but somewhere that full didn’t give her a chance. There was no delaying the inevitable anymore. She had to go back to the apartment. 

As she was turning to leave, food in hand, she almost ran into the person behind her in line. Her grip on her food tightened as she apologized. 

“It’s alright,” they spoke back, and y/n knew who it was before she could even glance up. Harrison’s accent would give him away in any situation. 

“Oh, hey,” she greeted awkwardly. She hadn’t seen him since she had taken their first photos for the project, and the atmosphere was just as awkward as before.

“Hey… I see you got out of going home with anyone for the holiday.”

“Oh, yeah,” she stated simply. 

“Eating alone tonight?” 

“Yeah, I’m just going back to my apartment.”

“Well, would you maybe mind some company?”

Her eyes shot up in surprise, trying to decipher if he was joking.

“I don’t mean to intrude, feel free to say no. I just hate being at my place alone. It feels eerie without Tom yelling across the place.”

“Uh, yeah, of course you can come over. I was actually kind of feeling the same way about my place,” she smiled shyly. Avoiding Harrison could wait until she had someone else to keep her company. 

She waited for Harrison to get his order and drove them back to her apartment. She was thankful that she had driven there. The music in the car filled what would have been the awkward silence. 

The silence followed them into the apartment, and y/n began to think that him being there was almost worst than being alone. Not only was it quiet, there was another sense of unease stacked on top of it and it was tiring. 

Harrison was running around his mind, trying to think of something to fill the silence, but he was preoccupied with the question “Why?”. He still had no idea what he had done to make her turn so suddenly. They clicked the moment they met, there was never a weird silence between them, it was all filled with some kind of sarcastic quip. He knew that it only happened after he had the conversation with Jace, but he was in denial. There was no way that Jace would say something to her, right?

“You ever watched I Love You, Man?” he finally said between bites. 

“Yeah, it’s probably one of my favorite movies,” she replied, covering her mouth as she chewed. 

“Wanna watch it? It’s on Netflix.”

“Sure,” y/n replied and grabbed the remote. It took a minute to find the movie, but once she hit play, everything felt better between them. The silence was filled with laughter, and it all felt so comfortable. 

The two would each sneak looks at the other during the slower scenes, when they weren’t busy laughing. Harrison loved the way she gave her full attention to the screen, mouth slightly agape. Her eyes weren’t quite as wide as a child, but her demeanor was like one. 

Y/n would sneak her glances as quickly as she could. There was no way in hell she was about to let herself get caught. But each millisecond of a glance made her feel something she told herself she wouldn’t, so halfway through the movie, she stopped looking. She stopped laughing as much, and Harrison saw it in her expression. Something was wrong, and he hated it. 

When the credits started to roll, Harrison was the one to grab the remote and stop it. 

“You wanna go out and do something? I’m sure you know of multiple parties happening tonight.”

After a moment of quiet deliberation, she nodded her head with a smile. She could use the distraction. 

An hour later, y/n and Harrison found themselves in the middle of a sweaty crowd, drinks in hand. They were dancing along to the shitty music, a song neither of them would listen to in their spare time, but the alcohol coursing through their veins was giving them a strong buzz. Strong enough to make them enjoy a song they would otherwise be making fun of. 

When the song ended, y/n stumbled as someone pushed past her. Harrison’s caught her arm as she giggled at her misstep. 

“Wanna play beer pong?” Harrison asked loudly, overestimating the ambient sound in the room. 

She happily nodded her head, and let him lead her to the empty table. Two people had just ended their game, just in time for them to arrive. 

Y/n grabbed the ball and began to arrange the cups in to triangles on both sides of the table as Harrison refilled both of their drinks. When he approached the table, y/n traded the ball for her drink. 

“I’ll let you go first,” she winked. 

“That’s not how this works.”

“You should take what I give you, kiddo. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Oh, talking trash are we? Fine, I’ll take it, but not because I need it. I’ll just win faster.”

He crossed to the other side of the table and took a deep breath to focus. He took his shot, and sure enough, it landed in the back right corner cup. 

“Told you,” he smirked again, only making his opponent narrow her eyes.

“That was a lucky shot,” she bit back.

“We’ll see about that.”

15 minutes later, there were only two cups left. Harrison had missed only one shot, but y/n had missed none. If she made this, she won the game. She was intensely staring at the cup, the ball and her hand in the air. She wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone there, but the alcohol was starting to mess with her senses. She took a deep breath and shot, watching as the ball went straight for the cup, but instead of falling straight in, it hit the rim and bounced off onto the table. She dramatically grabbed her head before slamming her palms down on the table, loudly expressing her disappointment. 

Harrison’s smirk only grew as she watching in horror, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t make it. He had had a lot less to drink though, so his ball glided into her cup effortlessly, and she nearly fell to her knees in frustration as he ran around the table to rub it in her face. 

“I hate you,” she said, trying to hide her amusement at his excited nature. 

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he chuckled, following her as she went to get another drink. One more before she called it a night. 

But one turned into three, and y/n found herself walking back to her apartment with Harrison leading the way. She had insisted that she was fine to walk alone, and after some fighting over it, he convinced her that he just wanted to stay on her couch so he didn’t have to sleep at his place alone.

He wasn’t completely lying. He was starting to feel a little homesick, and with Tom gone and alcohol coursing through his system, it was being amplified. Having company muffled it, even if the closest person was a couple rooms away. Sure he could have lived without her that night, but it was just an added bonus to making sure she got home safe. 

The walk home was almost silent, but halfway there, y/n got bored of the silence and started to poorly hum a song. Harrison tried to make out what she was trying to hum, but it had sounded nothing like the original. She realized this and began to giggle every few seconds, making it even more unrecognizable. 

Y/n let them into the apartment, struggling with her keys for a good thirty seconds. Harrison tried to offer help, but she refused it. When she finally got the door open, she kicked her shoes off and hung her keys. She knew that drinking a glass of water would have been a good idea, but her bedroom was closer than the kitchen, so she poorly decided against it. 

“Are you sure you wanna stay on the couch, we have 3 bedrooms here, it’s not like they’ll know,” she offered, stumbling a bit as she tried to take her coat off. 

“The couch is fine.”

“You could sleep on my bed if you’re worried about being polite. I could sleep on the couch. I would fit better anyway.”

“Goodnight, y/n,” he laughed, trying to push her towards her room. 

“I’m being serious, we could switch,” she insisted, but he just kept pushing. 

When she was just about comfortable in bed, she heard her door creak a little, being pushed open just a little further. She peeked over the covers to see Harrison quickly placing a glass of water on her nightstand before making his way back out to the couch without a word. 

The gesture was something she had done for Jace and Sierra countless times, but she couldn’t recall anyone ever returning the favor. That familiar feeling crept back into her chest, making her feel a little nauseous, but she drifted off to sleep before she could tell herself to stop feeling it.  

 *****

When y/n woke up the next morning, Harrison had left already. She expected to find him fast asleep on the couch, seeing as she was up before 8, but he hadn’t left a trace of his stay. The blanket that he had used was neatly folded over the back of the couch, just as it always was, and the glass he had used was washed and placed back in the cupboard. 

Y/n would be lying if she didn’t say she was at least a little disappointed. She hadn’t had the greatest night of sleep, and she would have loved the company, even if he was passed out on the couch. So instead of human interaction, she settled for wrapping herself up in the blanket he had used, only her face poking out, and put on a feel good movie. The single movie turned into a marathon, and soon enough it was time for dinner, and she realized that she hadn’t eaten all day. So after the sixth movie of the day she decided to make herself something to eat. There wasn’t much left in their fridge or pantry, so she had to settle for some old cereal.

As the night got darker, she had to fight the urge to text Harrison. As much as she would hate to admit it, his company the night before was nice. It relieved the anxiety of being alone in the apartment, and it was nice having someone care for her while she was tipsy, even if it was just getting her a glass of water. But she didn’t want to get used to him. She didn’t want to get attached. After her roommates came back, she would have to go back to being cold. 

Around 8, she heard her phone go off. It was a text from Harrison. 

“You eaten yet?” was all it read, but she smiled at the screen nonetheless. 

“Does cereal count as a dinner??”

“Absolutely not”

“Then no”

He opened the message almost immediately, but he left her on read. It would have stung, if her doorbell hadn’t rung 30 seconds later. Sure enough, when she looked through the peephole, Harrison was waiting on the other side. 

“So you were here anyway, why send a text?” she asked as she opened the door. 

“Nice to see you too.”

“What would you have done if I had said I had eaten?”

“You didn’t, so I don’t have to worry about it, do I?”

“You stress me out.”

“Get a jacket, it’s cold out there,” he replied, starting to make his way back down the hall. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” she laughed, watching as he turned back towards her. 

“And why not?”

“Well, for one, I don’t have shoes on.”

“Good point. So put some on.”

“I also don’t exactly have the money to go out to eat twice in a week. Some of us are poor, asshole.”

“I’m paying, go get your shoes.”

“And why would you do that?”

“That’s what friends do.”

“Oh, so we’re friends now?”

“I slept on your couch last night, we’re friends. Now get your shoes, or I’ll carry you out there.”

“Aggressive,” she laughed at his cheeky smile, “Fine, you’re just lucky I’m goddamn hungry.”

She disappeared into her apartment for a few moments, quickly slipping on some tennis shoes and grabbing her jacket and keys before catching up with him in the hallway. 

“Ok, you gotta be honest with me, I’m curious,” she broke the comfortable silence as they hit the sidewalk outside. 

“Ok?”

“Is Sierra making you check up on me while she’s gone?”

“What? No, why would she do that?” he chuckled, giving her confidence that he was telling the truth. 

“She doesn’t think I can survive a week alone,” y/n blushed, realizing that fact was a bit embarrassing. 

To be fair, Sierra was right. Y/n didn’t like to leave the apartment alone unless it was completely necessary, and since classes were out for the week, she probably would have spent the whole week inside. Sierra knew her better than y/n would have liked to admit. 

Harrison kept to his promise and paid for her dinner. They took their food back to her apartment, and just like the night before, they put on a movie and ate on her couch. Each night that they spent together felt more comfortable than the last. They giggled through 2 movies that night, and when they were over, y/n invited him to stay on her couch again. 

The next morning, Harrison was still there when she woke up. He was fast asleep on the couch, and she could’t help but admire him for just a moment. But fear that he would wake up and catch her looking made her peel her eyes away and make her way to the kitchen. 

The pattern continued for 4 more nights. Harrison would leave in the morning, but by sundown, he would be back to keep her company, always with food in hand. Y/n would never admit how much she enjoyed the little ritual. She almost wished Jace and Sierra would leave town more often. Harrison was good company. He didn’t bring any drama or uncomfortable situations. They did the exact same thing every single night, but there was nothing boring about it. He made it feel like it wasn’t just a routine. It was the most fun she had had outside of partying since she had moved to this town. 

On that Thursday night, Harrison fell asleep on the couch before their movie had even ended. The movie he had put on was chosen with only her in mind. He had had a long day, but he didn’t want to waste a night being away from her. So he had brought over the meal that he had heard Sierra mention she loved so much (for the 2nd time that week) and almost immediately fell asleep. The soft snores leaving his lips were too distracting for y/n to pay much attention to the resolution in the movie. She just stared at him.

If anyone else had been there, if anyone had happened to look through her window, they would have thought one of two things. They could have seen the way she looked at him and thought she was a being incredibly creepy, watching intently as her prey slept. Or they could have thought she was in love. 

She studied the light freckles on his face, unevenly spread out across his cheeks. She liked to imagine that he didn’t have them as a child, that he acquired them through plenty of happy days in the sun. She caught herself as she began to think about what he could have been doing in those days. This wasn’t something you thought about with your friends. She was letting her brain go further than she wanted to allow, so in an effort to backtrack, she got off the couch and brought the styrofoam dishes from their dinner with her. She threw the empty containers away and decided to pour herself a drink while she was up. 

For having such an empty fridge, the apartments array of alcohol was impressive. Most of their bottles were a good 3/4 of the way gone, but each one held another dumb memory with her roommates, or just herself. She was no stranger to drinking alone at 3 am on a Saturday night. 

She decided to just take a swig of a flavored vodka, one that Jace had drunkenly stole, unopened, from a party. She smiled at the memory, and let it distract her as she downed the liquid. She barely flinched at the undiluted taste. 

By the time she made it back to the couch, Harrison was awake. His eyes were still droopy and he was still resting his head on the arm rest, but he sat up a little to meet y/n’s eyes. 

“You missed the ending,” he nodded to the TV, which was rolling the credits slowly across the screen. 

“Oh, darn,” she replied sarcastically. 

“Didn’t like it?”

“It was ok. Would have been better if someone was awake to make fun of it with me.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. Long day.”

“It’s fine. Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t make fun of you somehow though. Speaking of, did you know you snore?”

“I do not.”

She let out a mocking snore, much louder than anything that had come from him, and he threw the blanket from the floor at her. 

“Well now that you’re so well rested, I’m going to bed. Listening to you snore is just exhausting.”

“You’re the worst,” he narrowed his eyes at her. 

“Fell free to crash on the couch again if you want. I’ll see you later,” she smiled at him, and began to make her way to her room, letting out one more snore on her way there. 

The swig she had taken had done nothing to calm her brain or her heart. Once the door to her bedroom was closed, she just stared at the shaking in her hands. She hated being this way, feeling this way, but there seemed to be no way around it. She knew that once break was over, she had to find a way to set things back to normal, but she had no idea how to do that. She couldn’t just suddenly and inexplicably revoke their friendship. 

She had to find a way.

Harrison didn’t come over the next night. She was almost tempted to text him and ask if he was planning on it, but she thought better of it. That didn’t stop her from waiting around in the living room all night. For a text. For a call. For a knock on the door. Hell, she would have taken him barging in with food or a semi-threatening invitation to go out. Hours passed, and nothing came. There was no sign that Harrison had even thought of her. She took it as a bittersweet win, and decided to go to bed earlier than usual. There was no reason to stay up. 

When she woke up, she had a text from him. “Sorry I didn’t come over last night. Had something going on, but I’ll see you tonight for the last one before everyone comes home. Promise I won’t fall asleep this time xx”

She smiled at the text and tried to forget about it until nightfall, but man was that hard when she had nothing to do all day. All of the things she had to do ended up bringing her thoughts back to him. She tried tidying her closet, but the clothes for their project were the only things she could think of. She tried watching a movie, but she couldn’t help imagining his commentary. Editing the photos for the project was an obvious no, since staring directly at his face did nothing to help. 

Harrison finally showed up around 8 pm. Usually he brought some kind of dinner, but this time, he had several bags filled with junk food, along with a brown paper bag.

“Wow, you… really came prepared.”

“Last night of break, we gotta celebrate.”

“Celebrate going back to classes?”

“Ok, maybe not celebrate, but we should get drunk.”

“Yeah, I can get behind that,” she laughed, inviting him inside. 

An hour later, the living room was littered with wrappers and empty mini liquor bottles. The Bluetooth speaker in the corner of the room was softly playing a Spotify playlist that Harrison had insisted on showing her, although neither of them were paying much attention to it. 

Their heads were laying on opposite headrests, staring up at the ceiling as they talked for hours about nothing that would be important the next day, but was important enough to start another heated discussion every few minutes. 

Harrison could tell that she was getting progressively more tipsy, and he tried to match her drinking pace. He loved seeing her all giggly like this, and he wanted to feel just as happy as she seemed. 

Suddenly, she sat up with a gasp, looking towards the speaker in the corner. 

“Is this The 1975?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I love this song,” she exclaimed, falling back onto the armrest.

He propped himself up on his elbows to get better look at her. She was singing loudly, flailing her arms around dramatically with the music. He couldn’t help but stare as she really got into it. He was trying to hold in his laughter and adoration, but it was hard. He didn’t think he had ever seen her like this. She always seemed a little more carefree than her usual self at parties, but never like this. It was nice. 

She caught him looking at her, causing her to stop her little show. She propped herself up, mirroring his position on the opposite end of the couch. 

“What are you looking at Osterfield?” she teased. 

“Just you,” he blushed, breaking eye contact to sit up, “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

She hated the way that comment made her stomach churn with anxiety. She rolled her eyes at him without realizing, and it made his heart break just a little. 

“Harrison-“ she began, but with that tone, he knew which direction this conversation was going. 

“No, y/n, please. I know you don’t really date anyone, and I know that’s like a thing with you. Jace already warned me against this, but… we’ve had a really great week, and I’ve had a lot of fun with you, I feel like you’ve been enjoying it too. I just figured I could shoot my shot.”

“Well you should have fucking listened to Jace,” she spat, getting up from the couch to grab some of the wrappers from the ground to go throw them away. The buzz she had going had dispersed, sobering her up just enough to start to panic inside. Cleaning was one of her ways to help with that feeling. 

He watched her make her way to the kitchen, hands full of trash. He sighed and grabbed the remaining litter to follow her. 

“Y/n, please, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“Well it’s too fucking late for that.”

“Y/n-“

“No, Harrison. You knew it was a bad idea to say something like that, Jace warned you for a fucking reason, and you did it anyway. How fucking stupid do you have to be?”

“I’m not stupid.”

“Well clearly you are. You knew what would happen and you did it anyway… So I think it’s time for you to leave.”

“Are you being serious? All I said was-“

“I don’t fucking care. I want you to leave.”

“Y/n-“

“GET THE FUCK OUT.”

He wasn’t expecting her to scream at him like that. He wanted to be mad at her, and deep down he was, but a surge of pity took over him when he saw the flash of fear behind her eyes as she yelled. That didn’t make him any happier about the situation. 

He let out a heavy sigh and stormed off to grab his jacket and keys before he left, slamming the door on his way out. 

The music on the speaker was still playing, but it slowly crackled and disconnected as he got further away. Finally, the music fully stopped, and y/n was left in silence. Left to accept the reality of what she had just done, again. 

A/N: it is midnight, this is already a day late, and I haven't slept in almost 2 weeks, so i may not have edited this. But happy late birthday to Harrison, I hope y’all like this chapter!! Lmk what you think about it :)

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[onewithnomightypowers]

clandestine (chapter 4)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

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

chapter 4: darling can’t you hear me?

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. this chapter is musically driven so i would recommend listening to ‘hit me baby one more time’ by britney spears, ‘sos’ by abba and ‘end game’ by taylor swift, while reading the chapter. also there is slight smut in here. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated.

warnings: smoking, drinking, slight smut, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

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Tom and Y/N had been individually invited to their common friend Lily’s house warming party. They, however, decided to go together as friends.

Most of the people Y/N knew in London were all in the same circle and were all present at Lily’s. Lily was a smart woman and a social butterfly, but she was not the smartest when it came to befriending real and trustworthy people.

The house was packed with people. Everyone was taking a swing at the karaoke machine attached to the TV in the living room.

Y/N and Tom made their way to the kitchen where all the drinks were.

“Remember, you’re driving us home.” Y/N said, snatching the beer from Tom’s hand.

“Why can’t you drive?” Y/N chugged the whole beer at once.

“Oops”, she said, wiping her mouth from the back of her palm.

They both diverted to their separate ways, trying not to confirm the obvious. They were the talk of the town, or the party in this case. They were knee deep in rumours. Everyone had been gossiping about something they had heard from a friend of a friend.

Rumours spread like wildfire and in their case, most of the rumours were true. But the biggest red herring of the town was that Haz and Y/N were separated and were on the verge of filing divorce, and Y/N was getting the heat of it.

Those who were sober enough to sustain a conversation, came up to her and asked her the exact same question.

“So what is up with Haz? How is he? Haven’t seen him around in such a long time”, asked a girl, whose name Y/N couldn’t remember.

She was clearly out for ‘the scoop’ everyone else was.

“Oh he’s nice, he’s actually coming to London next week”, this was the thirteenth time Y/N had repeated that sentence tonight.

“So will he be accompanying you to the premier?”

What is she, a tabloid journalist?

“I don’t know actually, we haven’t talked about that”

---

Tom hated parties, he preferred intimate gatherings, where people would have meaningful conversations instead of the shallow small talk. He was an ‘intellectual’ in that sense, as Y/N had pointed out. He was insufferable since he couldn’t drink as he had to drive Y/N home, and she was nowhere to be found. He found himself entering the bathroom in Lily’s room to escape. Little did he know, Y/N felt the same way. He entered the bathroom to a modern masterpiece.

Y/N was sitting inside the bathtub with her legs hanging out of it. Her white wine glass was to her left, next to a Marlboro box with a lighter poking out it. The shower curtains were pushed to the right side of the tub.

She had a cigarette in her left hand and her phone in her right. He could only assume that she was playing candy crush like the middle aged woman she was. He couldn’t help but take a picture.

Y/N didn’t notice him until she heard the sound of the phone camera.

“I see you lasted an hour out there”, she said, ashing her cigarette on the box.

“Which is more than you”, he sat on the edge of the tub.

“Ugh, I couldn’t take their questions about Haz anymore, like seriously why do they all need to ask me the exact same question individually, I should literally just announce my life’s status with a fucking lou-“, Y/N was interrupted by Tom’s sloppy kiss.

She tastes like wine

He found himself on Y/N's lap and started kissing down her neck. She smelled like her Gucci Bloom perfume mixed with alcohol and smoke. Tom made it to her breasts and started sucking them, in an attempt to leave his mark on her.

There was a knock on the door. “Go away”, Y/N screamed, between small, light moans. “Um, okay”, the person said from behind the door. Y/N moved her hand to the rim of Tom’s shirt and started to pull it up, accidently toppling the wine glass next to her, spilling wine in the bathtub.

Tom broke away to see what had happened. “You’re a mess, darling”, he continued kissing her. “But I’m the mess you love”. Both of them were so intoxicated at the moment, they ignored the use of the word ‘love’. It was something which neither of them had said out loud before, but felt deeply.

“We should go, they will think we are canoodling together”, Tom said.

“But we are canoodling together”

“Yeah but still”

“Fine, but you owe me one”, Y/N said in frustration.

Tom got up from her lap, Y/N stuffed her phone and the cigarette box in her pocket.

“What are we going to do about that?” Tom pointed at the wine glass on the bed of the tub.

“Its white wine so it wouldn’t stain and we were never here”

Y/N opened the door and merged into the sea of people, leaving Tom behind.

---

She found herself in an utterly boring conversation with Lily and her ‘girl squad’. They were talking about the latest Dior makeup line.

How can someone talk about makeup while drunk?

She noticed that Alan was done with his powerful performance of ‘hit me baby one more time’. “Who is next?” he asked the crowd, raising the microphone. Y/N found an opening to escape the conversation. “Me!” she got up, grabbed the mic and climbed the wooden coffee table.

“Who wants to recreate the ‘SOS’ scene with me from ‘Mamma Mia’? Of course I’ll be Pierce Brosnan” she screamed into the mic.

“I’ll be your Meryl Streep”, Tom walked over to the karaoke machine to take the spare mic.

Y/N turned on the music, “I want everyone to sing the chorus with us”

“Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find, I try to reach for you but you have closed your mind”, Y/N stepped off the table and started to walk towards Tom, never losing eye contact with him.

“Whatever happened to our love? I wish I understood, it used to be so nice, it used to be so good”, Tom turned his back to her just like Meryl Streep in the movie.

“So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me, S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S”, everyone sang this part excluding Tom.

“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on? When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?” Y/N sang this part alone. Tom turned slightly to look at Y/N, he could see it in her eyes that she meant every bit of what she was singing.

“You seemed so far away, though you were standing near. You made me feel alive but something died, I fear”. It was Tom’s time to shine. He noticed that almost everyone in their audience had pulled out their phones to record it.

“I really tried to make it up, I wish I understood. What happened to our love, it used to be so good”, Tom tried his best to overact.

“So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me, S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S.” they all sang it, together, on top of their lungs.

Tom and Y/N were, now, standing back to back.

“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?” Y/N repeated the lines after Tom.

“When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?” they held each other’s free hand in a way no one could see it.

The music stopped playing, they turned to look at each other. “Now don’t expect me to do the dirty dancing lift with you, I don’t want to break my back”, Y/N spoke into the mic. The whole room burst into laughter.

---

They were on their way to Y/N’s Camden apartment, their home for the time being. Tom was driving and the local radio was playing at a low volume. Y/N was looking out the window, it was past midnight, and the streets were stranded.

“And now, ‘End Game’ by Taylor Swift”, the radio jockey said.

Y/N was not paying attention to whatever was playing but Tom was. He turned up the volume for her, knowing her, he knew that she wouldn’t want to miss it. Y/N finally noticed the chorus and got excited. She looked over at Tom, giving him a glance that said ‘you know me so well’. He noted the glance, grabbed her right hand delicately and pulled it up to his mouth to give it a kiss.

She took her hand back to increase the volume even more. They had stopped at a red light.

“I hit you like bang”, Y/N sang along, making a ‘bomb blasting’ gesture.

“We tried to forget it but we just couldn’t, and I buried deep hatchets but I keep maps to where I put ‘em”

“Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy” Tom also sang with her.

“I swear I don’t love the drama”, he let her sing this part alone.

“It loves me” she bopped Tom’s nose, scrunching her face.

I love her so much

“I love you so much”, he said.

She looked up, grinning like a devil, saying nothing.

Shit did I say it too soon? Yeah it’s too soon, she’s going to fucking leave me now

“Is it cool that I said that?” he was confused by her silence. The light had turned green and the cars behind them were honking, but his eyes were stuck on her beautiful devilish face.

Just before he turned his wild eyes on the road, she said it.

“I love you too, Tom.”

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[thollandthot]

three’s company part 2; tom holland x harrison osterfield

A/N: and here is the long awaited part two of three’s company !! i used some of the feedback i received on the first one to help me write this part, so thank you to all those who sent me messages regarding part one !! i also may or may not have set this up for a part three so if you want that, please let me know !! feedback is greatly appreciated :)

WORD COUNT: ~3.8K lol PAIRING: college au frat boy!tom holland x frat boy!harrison osterfield x female reader. WARNINGS: possibly the most nsfw thing imaginable. threesome/polyamory, oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, swearing.

CLICK HERE TO READ PART ONE. CLICK HERE TO READ PART TWO. CLICK HERE TO READ PART THREE. CLICK HERE TO READ PART THREE AND A HALF. CLICK HERE TO READ PART FOUR.

three’s company

Saturday morning came too soon for your liking. Or rather, Saturday afternoon had. You awoke and attempted to stretch yourself out, only to hit Tom in the face with your outstretched arm. Oh. Honestly, you had forgotten about your sleeping arrangements until you had effectively punched him in the face. You also forgot you were wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. In fact, you forgot most of last night had even happened. You assumed it was just a wild and crazy dream.

It wasn’t just a wild and crazy dream.

After retracting your arm away from Tom, he chuckled in reply. “Good morning to you too, love.” He spoke, voice still gravely from being asleep. It might’ve been the hottest thing you had ever heard.

“Sorry. Morning. I didn’t mean to hit you in the face. I kinda forgot where I was.” Without the buffer of alcohol in your system, you were now much more nervous than you were last night. So, of course, you started rambling, ready to make a complete ass of yourself.

You were going to finish your awkward tangent when you heard the bedroom door swing open and then shut once more. It was Harrison, and he had just taken a shower, his damp blond hair and lack of any clothing other than a towel situated low on his hips giving him away. 

“Look who decided to wake up today.” Harrison chuckled, and you weren’t sure whether he was referring to you, or Tom, or both. You settled on both. “I got some bagels from the caf. If you wanna eat or something.” He wasn’t really speaking to anyone in particular as his back was facing the two of you while he rummaged through his closet to select some clothes. Without any ceremony or any shame, Haz dropped his towel to the floor, giving you a more than decent view of his ass as he changed into his clothes for the day.

Immediately, you thought that maybe you should turn around, or cover your eyes, or something. But you then recalled that you had seen them both naked last night. And the two of them could say the same about you. The though alone made the heat rise in your cheeks.

After his lower half was covered, Harrison turned back around to face you and Tom as he pulled a t-shirt over his head, giving you a quick wink. “Morning love. Or should I say afternoon?”

Afternoon. That caused you to sit up in bed beside Tom, searching through the sheets for your phone. “What time is it?”

Now it was Tom’s turn to sit up, plucking his phone from his bedside table. He hummed, “Half two.” Ugh, another British saying you had to get used to. It was 2:30 in the afternoon. Once you retrieved your own cell phone from the bed, you checked to make sure he wasn’t kidding. 2:30. You mentally slapped yourself, not only for staying up so late, but for sleeping in so late, as well.

You groaned, “I should get going. I really wanted to study today.” With your words, you reluctantly pulled the duvet off your body, ready to change back into your clothes from the previous night before heading back to your dorm. Were you really about to do a walk of shame at 2:30 in the afternoon? Probably.

“For the Philosophy midterm?” Harrison questioned with an arched brow. You nodded sullenly in response. Although last night was a terrific distraction, there was no way you could forget that midterms week began in just two days, which meant that the semester was halfway over. Which meant that your time with the two gorgeous British exchange students would soon come to an end. There was no way they were staying past this semester. 

You sighed, having your backs to the two roommates as you peeled the t-shirt off your body, hooking your bra back behind you and pulling on your shirt from the night prior. “Yeah, I probably won’t pass if I don’t study.” Sure, the class was easy, and you did all the reading, but you often found your mind wandering to the two attractive distractions that sat in front of you during lectures. Your notes were a jumbled mess, which made the professor’s study guide your saving grace.

“Well, hey, why don’t we come over later and study with you, yeah?” Tom suggested, voice way too chipper considering how recently he had just woken up. You watched a blush creep over his cheeks once he noticed his incredible enthusiasm. He cleared his throat before trying again, “I mean, it makes sense right? We should all probably get some studying in.”

You nodded once in agreement before turning to Harrison, cocking your head to the side as if asking for his approval, as well. He gave you a wide grin in reply. “Alright, well, I guess I’ll see you both later.” You gave the two a timid smile, pulling your shoes back onto your feet before opening the door, ready to leave and make your trek back to your dorm. Your hand lingered at the door knob for a moment, which gave Tom enough time to give you a smile. And it was one of those beautiful yet rare smiles he did, where it spread across his whole face. His nose scrunched and the corners of his eyes crinkled, and it made your heart melt. He shot you a wink.

“It’s a date.”

——

The hours of studying passed quickly, and soon the sun outside your dorm room window had set, your room now only being illuminated by your desk lamp and the street lights shining through your blinds. You expected the boys to come over any moment, and as much as you wanted their company, you were thoroughly stressed and exhausted out of your mind.

There was a knock at your door soon after, and you stood with a groan so you could greet the two. You had changed into a tank top and pajama shorts as soon as you had gotten back to your room, hoping you could at least be comfy as you studied relentlessly, but you knew they wouldn’t care about your appearance. A few days ago, you would’ve made sure you were presentable, but things had shifted since last night.

Swinging your door open, you were met by two dorky grins and two pairs of eyes that tried their very hardest not to give you a once over. You gave the two a meek smile before turning on your heel to go back into your room, silently suggesting they follow.

Harrison was the first to speak, “Sorry we came overdressed.” He teased as you plopped back into your desk chair, both Tom and Harrison choosing to sit side by side on your bed.

“Sorry, I’m just... stressed, I guess.” You sighed, running a hand down your face. Once your gaze fell on the two boys once again, their expressions went from teasing to serious, which was the opposite of what you had wanted.

“D’ya wanna talk about it?” Tom piped up after a few moments of silence.

You shook your head. Just like last night, all you needed was a distraction. “Not really. I know you guys came here to study but I just,” you exhaled, trying to relax your tensed shoulders. “I just don’t really feel like studying anymore.

And they understood that. In fact, every college student probably understood that, which was why they didn’t press you any further, and you were grateful for that. What you weren’t grateful for was yet another awkward silence. Perhaps sleeping with the two of them ruined not only your chance of having a relationship with either of them, but it might’ve ruined your friendship with the two, as well.

All your fears quickly subsided once Harrison spoke, cheeky grin on his lips. “Want a massage? Ya look seriously stressed out, love.” 

You pulled your lesser lip between your teeth, giving him a nod. Although you hadn’t checked your appearance since you had gotten back to your dorm, you had felt stressed out, and knew it was probably apparent on your features. “That’d be really great, actually.” You hadn’t realized until the option of a massage was on the table, but your muscles were incredibly stiff, due in part to being hunched over your desk all afternoon.

The blond gave you a smirk, standing from the bed before Tom cautiously followed suit. Harrison gave you that once over he was desperately trying to hold back from before giving you a smirk. “Then strip those clothes and lay down.” He shot you a wink, which made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Harrison must’ve realized his words might’ve made you uncomfortable, so he was quick to correct himself. “Remove as much as you’re comfortable with. No pressure.” He corrected, giving you a warm and seemingly apologetic smile.

Your gaze fell on Tom -- who was being uncharacteristically quiet -- for a moment. Perhaps he was the same as you, feeling much more awkward in the situation now that there was a lack of alcohol in his system. Once you locked eyes, the brunet gave you an encouraging smile, which caused your shoulders to relax before you pulled your t-shirt over your head and tugged your shorts off your legs, leaving them in a pool at your feet. You were left in your bra and panties, and your mind played the constant mantra that this was nothing worse than a swimsuit. That and the two had seen you naked before, and seemed to not have any complaints the first time around. 

Once you lay on your stomach on your bed, it took the two boys a few moments to do much of anything. Although you couldn’t see, it felt as though they were having a silent conversation. Perhaps even a silent argument. Your thoughts were interrupted by a pair of large hands pressing into your shoulders. At first, you tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, but as his fingers worked into your muscles, you relaxed into the mattress with a deep sigh.

“Wanna give me a hand here, mate?” Harrison spoke, and it sounded as though his tone was through gritted teeth. That perplexed you, unsure of why he would be so bothered in the situation, but you didn’t think too much about it as another pair of hands pressed gently against the small of your back. You sighed again, possibly overstimulated, but content, nevertheless.

The two worked in tandem on your muscles for a while, and when Tom rubbed into a particular spot along your spine, you couldn’t help the quiet moan that left your lips.

Tom halted his movements for a moment upon hearing the sound, and you could hear Harrison chuckle under his breath. “Feel good, darling?” Tom asked, cautiousness evident in his voice. 

You blushed furiously, although neither of them could see the action. But then, you decided to change strategies and have some fun. After all, you needed a distraction, and last night you got a pretty damn good one. “Feels so good.” You whimpered, a bit more seductively than necessary for the given context. It was then that you shifted your legs a bit further apart, hoping that Tom would get the message.

Tom audibly swallowed, his palms stilling on your back for a moment before he let out a deep sigh. His hands cautiously went lower, fingertips ghosting over your flesh just in case he was reading the signals wrong and you didn’t want him to touch you that way.

But you did. Oh boy, you did.

After testing the waters for a few moments, Tom’s hands began massaging the supple flesh of your ass through your panties, his movements still coinciding with Harrison’s on your neck and shoulders. You spread your legs a bit farther, wiggling your ass in the process in hopes of driving home the sentiment: you wanted Tom to see that you were incredibly wet. 

A muttered swear left Tom’s lips as his fingers came to rest at the crevice where your ass met your thighs, a single finger ghosting over your panties. There was a visible wet spot on the fabric, and you heard another swear leave Tom’s mouth before he cleared his throat to speak. 

“Ya might wanna have a look at this, mate.” Tom breathed, lust evident in his voice. It was then that Harrison’s hands stilled before leaving your skin. There were a few moment of silence that you could only assume was being used for the two roommates to admire how wet you were. 

Harrison tutted softly, “Wet already, love? Haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” The words made you moan in anticipation, wiggling your ass again out of impatience. You were restless.

One of them rolled your underwear down your legs slowly, and you silently gave your permission for him to do so when you lifted your hips to make the process easier. The other came up to easily unhook your bra, carefully pushing the straps down your arms. 

“Why don’t you sit up, hm? Show us how gorgeous you look.” Harrison murmured into the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver. It made you realize Tom was the one to take off your panties, and Harrison rid you of your bra.

Nevertheless, you complied, rolling over before sitting up with your arms propped behind you, chest pushed out. The position caused both boys to moan simultaneously, and you could only wish to hear it on repeat for the rest of your life.

 In an instant, Tom draped your legs over his shoulders, laying down on his stomach so he was eye level with your dripping center. Harrison sat at the edge of the bed beside you, gently turning your head with your chin between his index finger and thumb, wasting no time in tasting you. It was then that Tom licked a single stripe up your folds, causing you to moan into Harrison’s mouth.

“Taste even better than I imagined.” Tom whispered to himself, but it was still loud enough for you and Harrison to hear it. Admittedly, the sentiment turned you on even more, knowing that Tom had imagined eating you out before (although, after last night, that should’ve been expected).

Harrison chuckled against your lips before pulling away to speak, smirk evident on his lips. “Like heaven, right?” He arched his brows in Tom’s direction, but the brunet never stopped giving your aching core attention, only humming an ‘mhmm’ against your clit in reply.

You then pulled Harrison back into you, tilting your head to get a closer kiss. Your hand rested on his growing erection while he kissed you, squeezing it lightly through the fabric of his jeans. The action caused the blond boy next to you to groan, pulling away from your lips so he could tap his roommate on the shoulder. 

It was then that Tom halted his movements, pulling his face out from between your legs, which made you whine at the loss of contact. You both directed your attention to Haz when he spoke. “Why don’t you get on all fours for us, huh, love?” He had a wicked grin on his face that made you nod eagerly as you sat up and got into the position he requested. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, leaning on your forearms for support as you anxiously awaited for the two boys to undress themselves. The sounds of belts being unbuckled and clothes being tossed to the floor made you writhe on the shitty university mattress. It was then that you felt Harrison stroke your cheek, and you turned your head to look at him. He gave you a grin, ocean blue hues darkened with lust.

“Can I feel that pretty little mouth around my cock, love?” His sickly sweet tone starkly contrasted with the dirty words, and you had to refrain from moaning. You bit your lip as you nodded before slacking your jaw, impatiently waiting for Harrison to ease his cock into your mouth.

As for your backside, Tom was taking his sweet time admiring every dip and curve of your body. Your ass was on perfect display for him, your legs spread enough to give him a gorgeous view of your wet pussy. He groaned at the sight, using his right hand to jerk himself a few times as his left stroked up and down the curve of your spine. “Fucking hell, everything about you is gorgeous.” Tom mumbled, only loud enough for him to hear. His left hand trailed down your back slowly before stroking his fingers up your wet folds, effectively making you moan around Harrison’s cock that was now completely in your mouth. The noise made Tom grin as he leaned forward to place a kiss against the small of your back before lining himself up at your entrance. “You ready for me, darling?”

You tried your best to nod, and Tom took the hint as he slid his length inside of you. The sensation made Tom groan, and made your eyes flutter shut as you whimpered before gagging around Harrison’s cock. 

When Tom fucked you, it was different than it was when Harrison had the night prior. Not that you would say anything about it, -- hell, you couldn’t with a dick in your mouth -- but you found yourself comparing their strokes. Haz bottomed out quickly, pulling you back onto him hard and fast, whereas Tom took his time with you. He eased inside until it felt as though the tip of his cock was up against your cervix and you could feel it in your stomach. His strokes were slow, deep, and calculated. Once he found that spot that made you scream, he made sure to hit it with every thrust. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought this was love-making.

After a few moments of Tom relentlessly pounding your g-spot, your legs started to give out and he kept his hands on your hips to keep you from falling over. You pulled your mouth off of Harrison, a sheen of your saliva coating his cock, so you could scream at just how good this all felt. The blond took that as an opportunity to tweak your sensitive and hardened nipples, which made your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cried out in pleasure once more. You were definitely going to get a noise complaint, but you didn’t care.

“Gonna cum for us, love?” Harrison cooed, using his left hand to stroke your cheek and his right to pump his length. All you could do was nod in reply. He smirked, “God, you look so pretty all fucked out. Wanna cum all over that gorgeous face.” His attention turned back to his roommate for a moment, and just like last night, he spoke as if you weren’t even in the room. “Wish you could see her, mate. Looks so fucking hot.”

Tom didn’t even look up at his friend, too mesmerized by the way his cock disappeared inside of you with every slow thrust. “Taking me so good.” He growled. His tone made your walls clench around him, and earned you a low groan from Tom. “God, do that again and I’m gonna lose it.”

Instinctively, you clenched around his cock again, which made Tom thrust particularly deep inside you and forced out a high pitched whine from your lips. His thrusts were becoming more sloppy and less precise, and once one of his hands reached down to play with your clit, it was over. Your eyes squeezed shut, and Harrison grunted at the sight.

“Where do you want us to cum, love?” His question made you whimper, your body about to give out from overstimulation.

“Inside me..” You whined, clenching around Tom’s cock once more as your orgasm started to course through you. You barely had enough time to answer Harrison as you squealed out in pleasure. “In my mouth, Harrison, please, fuck!”

Your permission was all the blond needed as his strokes picked up before resting his hard length on your tongue, the white hot substance shooting down your throat with ease. Your orgasm milked out Tom’s, and you could feel his cum coating your walls as they pulsated around his aching cock. 

After a few moments, you collapsed onto your bed with a sigh, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. The two British boys stood there, admiring your spent expression. Tom’s cum was dribbling out of you and a few stray strands of Harrison’s were splattered across your face. Their eyes were still full of lust as they admired you, and they silently agreed that you were the sexiest woman alive.

Once your breathing came back down to normal, your eyes fluttered open, gaze darting between the two friends. You cleared your throat awkwardly before easing your way up into a sitting position, the feeling in your limbs still not completely there. “I’m gonna, uh, use the bathroom real quick.” You spoke quietly, hopping off of the bed. Neither of them said anything in response. “You know.. pee after sex and everything..” The British exchange students nodded, mumbling out different versions of ‘right’ and ‘sure’ and ‘of course’. Once you had exited your bedroom to go into the adjoining bathroom, the two took it upon themselves to start changing back into their clothes.

There was an awkward silence between the two for a few moments, but eventually, Harrison was the first to speak, thumping his best friend over the head. “You div!” He whisper-yelled to his roommate.

Tom spun around, bewildered at his friend’s words. “The hell? What’d I do?” He asked, mimicking the blond’s tone.

Harrison’s eyes narrowed, “You fucking love her.”

Tom’s eyes widened before he replied, “Fuck off, mate. No I don’t.” He turned so his back was facing the other male, pulling his boxers and jeans back up his legs. Harrison sauntered over to face him once more.

“I’m not an idiot, mate. I saw the way you looked at her. And the way you fucked her.” Harrison scoffed as he pulled his shirt back over his head. He dared Tom to deny the accusation again, but he never did. The blond rolled his eyes. “We’re going back to London soon, you twat!” 

Tom shrugged as he pulled his own shirt back on. He tried to make it out like it wasn’t a big deal, but in actuality, it was a pretty huge deal. Harrison’s eyes narrowed into slits, teeth gritted as he spoke to his friend in warning.

“Don’t. Fucking. Blow this.”

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heavenly yours (part 2/3) | th x fem!reader

Heavenly Yours – a chaotic series

PART 1  |  PART 2  |  PART 3  |  epilogue

Summary: A few years passed since Tom’s exile happened. (Y/N) lost every single sparks of joy and desire to live after assisting to the tragic fall of the on the one she secretly loved. Nevertheless she continues doing as if nothing happened and mostly to stay safe from the Superior Angels. But strangely, deep inside her heart, she could still… feel him… sense him? But why? And how? Until all her questions were answered the day a devilish stranger appeared right in front of her the evening she wanted to disappear forever.

Pairing: Demon!Harrison x Angel!Fem!Reader (enemies to friends relationship)

Warnings: major angst with dark thoughts (depression, mention of suicide), natural nudity (you don’t shower dressed up right?) and a little bit of cocky/dickish Harrison so beware!

Words count: 7643 (jesus)

A/N: first of all, I wanted to wish you guys a late Merry Christmas and a late Happy New Year 2020!! 🎄🎉 I’ve been busy because I’m still in Australia at the moment for vacation but I still manage to find some time to write this part little by little 😅 I hope you will like it as much as I loved writing it, and I’m so glad for all the positive comments I received for the first part… I’m still open to constructive criticism so!! So enjoy this loooooong new part!! 😂💖

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long italic paragraph is a flashback

A void.

An entire existence thrown into a black hole.

(Y/N) slowly wakes up from another fitful night, her tired eyes getting used to the rays of lights going through her window, her body curled into a ball on her soft but cold silk bed sheets.

Another day...

She finally rises her upper body and sits while letting a sigh out her lips, making the white sheet cascade and fall on her bare thighs. Her wings still shrivel on her back and her eyes, once bright and sparkling, look in front of her into nothing. Deep into emptiness. This emptiness she feels since that night from… a long time ago.

“Today has been… six years, maybe?”

How could she forget the night her lover sacrificed himself because his only wish was to prove and show all Kingdom of Heaven that two angels could love each other? Love. A bannish word up here. Something forbidden because associated with the Underworld of Hell. Hell… The place Tom fell into while protecting her.

That damned night…

After the horrific scene she had to watch against her own will, (Y/N) flies back to her house as fast as she can, hoping to arrive soon. When she lands again on the ground in front of her door, she leans against it because she couldn’t trust her own legs, shaking of fear and distress. Her breathing is louder and her eyes now red because of her constant crying, puffy and still wet with tears.The sobs don’t stop… don’t want to stop. The still vivid image of Tom falling into the open crack beneath him, weak and hurt, keeps playing in (Y/N)’s mind and it only makes her cry even harder. Trying to compose herself the best she could, a sudden thought crosses her mind: the Superior Angels could arrive here at any moment now.

Her entire body spins toward Tom’s house and not even thinking twice, she sprints inside it and closes the door behind her. She has been here a few times already and nothing has changed since the last time. A perfect copy of her own house - and as all the other angels -, with the same fournitures, the same colours and the same… now awful ambiance. Her lips tremble while looking at all this, thinking about all the beautiful memories she shared with Tom; him going to the kitchen to prepare them a meal, him bringing her tea and sitting on the living room couch next to each other, both of them kissing passionately at the front door before leaving, and so much more.

“I love you so much, princess” he would whisper in her ears while nobody was aware of it.

“You are the Sun that gave me life for a second time.”

“I will never leave you, you know that, right love?”

“We will make it work, I promise you angel face.”

All these precious moments they shared and now thinking that he will never be back here, where he used to belong. By her side. (Y/N) hurries and gathers anything she could; decorative pillows, sheets, fluffy covers, tones of his shirts, the usual mug he likes- liked to drink tea in, his cologne and other little objects that reminds her of him. When she is finally ready to leave with her arms full, she stops next to his bed again and sees a flower crown hanging up the bed frame. The one she made and offered him a few weeks ago. The flowers seem fresh as if they were picked today because nothing really aged up in Heaven. Looking at the crown neatly arranged, (Y/N) couldn’t stop herself from touching the petals, delicately, and think about Tom having it on his head while smiling at her. Another tear slips away from her eyes as she blinks.

She will never see his angel face ever again.

Putting all the items on his bed, she hesitates a second but still grabs the flower crown to put it on her own head. Her heart skips a beat. She then gathers everything back in her arms and finally leaves the house of her lover for good, and goes straight to her own.

Feeling safe she hopes so, (Y/N) tries to organise what she brought back while memories from each object she touches keeps flowing her gloomy mind. She changed her sheets to replace them with Tom’s one, then puts some pillows on her couch and the other on her bed to create a safe space. She puts the shirts of the male angel in her drawer, next to her own clothes. And finally the flower crown is now placed on her coffee table with a round candlestick in the middle, a scented candle ready to get lighted up. Another sigh leaves her lips, feeling kind of satisfied with what she did and also a little calmed down. But she knows that all this could never bring her lover back. But she couldn’t bare to forget him.

Tugging the curtain to block the view from the street, (Y/N) walks to her bathroom for a well deserved shower. She removes her long dress and sandals on her way there, without a single care, then her lace panties and takes a look at herself in the mirror on top of the porcelain sink. Her face is such a mess, and every single part of it is red; her swollen eyes, her cheeks and her nose, and her lips puffy from her stressful bites. Leaning above the sink both hands grabbing each side of it, she lets her head fall for a moment, her hair hiding her tired face. When she calms herself from what happened tonight, she walks into the shower and lets the warm water loosen up her sore muscles. After some excessive time she steps out of the bathroom, letting the fog escape, and slips on one of Tom’s shirts. (Y/N) touches the some material with the tip of her finger, sensing the soft and fresh cotton covering her skin, like he is right here holding her body against his. She buttons it up and throw herself on her bed and wraps all the new covers and sheets around her.

Silence.

No sound coming out from the street, nor from Tom’s house. A silent cry still makes its way out her lips so she edges closer and closer into the fortress of her bed, surrounded by multiples pillows. Everything smells like him. But everything feels so cold and empty.

But she has to stay strong. For him.

She promised him, and she will make sure to keep her promise and so until the very end.

The day after, she tried to act as nothing was wrong and strangely, but mostly to her biggest astonishment, everything was the same. To everyone. (Y/N) passed the day doing what she had to do and every angel acted like Tom… never existed. They were all smiling to her, talking to her like every day, but never saying his name a single time. Deep inside, her guts were burning with rage?  because of this, because everyone loved Tom, everyone trusted him to anything. And now, it was like he was never there, neither that fateful day when her human’s life stopped, standing together in front of the Heaven’s gates and meeting for the first time. Did they really forget, or someone made them forget?... But she kept going, she had to. Or Tom’s sacrifice would be vain. She was literally boiling, and nobody suspected that.

But the thing that bothered her in all that situation was that… she could still “feel” Tom - if that was the right word. Even her couldn’t explain that weird feeling that upset her inside.

* * * *

“Come on, (Y/N).”

Since that night, nothing really changed for (Y/N). Well, she didn’t really have a choice anyway. She takes a big breath in and finally turns all her body to the side of the bed. Bare legs hanging, her toes brushing the marble floor of her too perfect angel’s bedroom. Finally standing up, she stretches out her body parts to finish with her wings, the shirt she wears lifting to let her panties visible in the process. As she takes the pillows spreaded on the floor to arrange them again onto her bed, the young woman proceeds to start her morning routine - which basically consists in taking a shower, brushing and styling her hair, dressing up, having a little breakfast and going out - and without forgetting the most important since then: displaying the most faked smile she could have.

Always the same. Day after day.

What (Y/N) always finds funny in all her “comedy” - like she is used to call it by now - is that no one could see clear into it. Just thinking that their “adorable and perfect Angel (Y/N) is the happiest and caring angel of all Kingdom of Heaven, loyal and gorgeous and that she will always be the same and never change”... even though she assisted to the most traumatizing experience any angel could be aware of which definitely changed the idyllic vision she had of Heaven all along and that, in fact, awakened her from this dull utopia and set free all her past human emotions from a previous life. Yes, that’s pretty much it.

How funny is that.

At least she isn’t drawing any attention which is what matters the most.

* * * *

“Finally the end of the day!” (Y/N) sighs exhausted.

She had quite a busy day indeed. The young woman was assigned to manage the novice’s flying course of the day. Even with already knowing some of the little ones, having in charge a group of about fifteen young angels to teach them how to fly was so much work and a lot of patience.

All alone now, (Y/N) is walking to a secluded part of the Kingdom where nobody goes to when the Sun starts to fall, to then let the Moon be the new star of the Holy Sky. After some minutes, she arrives to that place she casually calls her secret garden. In fact it is in a garden but just a part of it, in a peaceful corner. Further back of the usual animated main place and hidden between sequoias and pine trees, (Y/N)’s secret garden is composed of a beautiful marble fountain aesthetically put surrounded by light stone benches and flowers in different vases. The sound of the running water fills the silence of the upcoming night. This place brings some joy back to the angel’s heart because this is where she likes coming to clear up her mind, and just admire the view. Speaking of which, it is the best place to watch the sunset. At the edge of the garden a blanket of clouds is spread to an infinite horizon, tinting it with a mix of gold, orange and red at this time of the day. Tranquility and quietness. Just what she needs. (Y/N) enters the spot and moves to sit on the bench right in front of this marvelous scenery. Some doves fly through the clouds and spin around to then land near the woman. One lands directly on (Y/N)’s knees and coos at her, making a soft giggle leave her lips. She takes the dove delicately between her hands, pet its immaculate feathers before giving it a peck on top of the head.

“You are such a lucky one, you can fly wherever you want and do whatever you want…”

The dove lets itself being petted by the female angel - not like its really minds - while the Sun keeps disappearing.

“Not like me…” comes out of (Y/N)’s mouth like a whisper.

Her brows bump together in a scowl, biting the inside of her cheek to prevent the tears to start forming. Another sunset. Alone. By herself. Prisoner in an ivory tower full of naivety that she wishes she could escape. But how? Could this be even possible? The young woman stands, keeping the dove safe with her, and starts to walk slowly to the edge of the garden. Here she is on her feet, facing the last rays of sunshine and this unknown world beneath the clouds. A nice breeze brushes her body making her hair and long silk dress dance in rhythm. At this feeling, her wings dare to spread out a little because the wind caressing their insides is so calming.

“Do you know what is under the clouds, little dove? I keep asking myself this since he…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, still looking in front of her.

There were some days she was determined to do anything to keep her mind busy, but other times she couldn’t even find any motivation to wake up. (Y/N) has thought more than once about leaving. Disappearing. Dying. Sometimes her surrounding was too suffocating, her head hurting at any sound, the air hardly making its way in her lungs, her heart being like crushed between her ribs, her stomach clenching even if empty, her legs too weak to keep her up. Everything hurt. It didn’t want to stop. Those days were the worst.

And so the woman keeps wondering each time she comes here what the clouds could possibly hide. Something good? Something bad? Something new? Something dreadful? Could a better world wait for her down there? Could… Tom be down there, waiting for her this all time to tell her that, in the end, everything was fine? And as it says that curiosity almost killed the cat, (Y/N) wanted to jump from the cliff to end this and know the truth. Maybe she will be finally set free and feel no more anger, no more rage, no more sadness and no more loneliness. Her love for Tom is still here, burning in her and engraved in her heart. But this love is lacking of… mutual love.  And alas with the every last ounce of strength she has, she resists. Because Tom wouldn’t like letting his sacrifice be pointless. He wanted her to keep living her life and be happy. But how could she possibly be happy without having her lover by her side anymore? In the end (Y/N) doesn’t know what to do. But her whole body keeps hurting. So bad.

After interrupting her sour thoughts, the angel releases the little dove from her grip and lets it fly away. She doesn’t notice the warm tears on her cheeks yet, preferring to ignore them. Then she collapses on her knees as her body has to save the last sparks of energy to go back home later. She feels drained to the cord. Helpless. And still alone.

“Oh Tom… I can’t anymore… This is too much…” Her sobs starts echoing in her head. “This is too hard for me, I can’t… handle it anymore… I need you… So much…”

And her hands raise to hide her pitiful face in tears. Shoulders shaking like a leaf she feels as fragile as a porcelain doll, abandoned and so broken.

Today was definitely a ‘no’ day.

‘ What a poor little thing. ‘

(Y/N) jumps while letting out a squeal. Who could be here at this hour? Her head frantically analyses around her to see who the person observing her is. But nothing. Not a single presence. No one, not even a shadow.

“Who is here?!”

‘ You may not get too agitated, Angel or you will really end up falling from that cliff. ‘

The voice again. But still not the body associated with.

(Y/N) quickly stands up but not without staggering while doing so. She then distances herself from the edge of the cliff, panic still showing on her face and turns to the big trees surrounding the garden. Still nothing. Not knowing if she is in danger, the young woman still decides to open her angel wings wildly, ready to fly away at any moment.

“Show yourself! Now!” screams (Y/N), her voice ringing in the newly night.

‘ Don’t be so aggressive, it doesn’t match with your angelic face. ‘ the unknown voice replies with a snigger, ‘ ...Also I’m already here, angel face. ‘

Feeling a breath next to her ear, (Y/N) flings herself forward, next to the fountain. When she turns again in the direction of the voice, wings still on display, she can finally see who was tricking her this whole time but never did she imagine having a meeting like this. And this totally terrifies her.

A few feet away from her stands a young man. Maybe two heads taller than her. Blond messy hair, a bit brunette actually. Deep blue eyes as clear as the water of Heaven… but enormous black wings on his back slightly hitting the air, almost featherless and mostly skin showing. Dressed all in black, a thin shirt entirely open - and that (Y/N) tries not to look at because… just because you’re not suppose to do that? -, darted pants close to the muscles of his legs and waxed moccasins.

This man is a demon.

Demons. The nastiest, hazardous and menacing creatures that exist in the afterlife. The ones who have sinned while being humans, and that now pay for all of it by getting punished or by leaving another sinful life in the Underworld of Hell… Hell. The worst place that could ever exist. Where the lowest of the lowest are down here for eternity. Where the entire land is on fire, with not fresh but dry and smoky air which literally burns your lungs. Where nature has not its place. Where debauchery is the only way of living.

What in the world…!!

(Y/N)’s body couldn’t move. Scared. Frighten. Petrified. Her face becomes as pale as her wings, out of breath but heart almost bursting through her chest. Her legs don’t dare to move like sticked to the ground. All the hair of her body raises. Everything seems to get so much colder and morbid just by his own presence. Never (Y/N) would have imagined in her angel life being confronted to a real demon, she doesn’t even know this would have been possible!

Anyway, the devil man in front of her stays still and straight while fixing at her. An intense look that may be a mix of malice and vileness. A devious aura. Not a word is said between the two opposite beings. The only sound around may be the breeze that seems way colder that it originally was when the angel arrived here. Her wings start to curl up around her fragile body, even if she keeps trying to show some strength. (Y/N) wishes now she was not alone at this moment because she never heard or read about demons ascending to Heaven for any possible reason, and without being noticed by the Superior Angels. What was he doing here? And why?

‘ Such a pretty face, he definitely was right about it. ‘ said the devil man with a slight smirk showing on his face.

He takes a step to her. And (Y/N) takes a step back straight away.

“Don’t you dare come any closer” she threatens him between her teeth, “and how dare you come in Heaven?!”

‘ Well it’s not like I wanted to fly over here in the first place anyway ‘ the man says like he is pissed off, ‘ Not my kind of place if you know what I mean… ‘

“Then you better leave before you get in big trouble” she mocks him still going backwards.

Unfortunately the young woman couldn’t back up anymore because a tree blocks her way and now with her back pressed against it, she knows things would get harder.

‘ I didn’t know angels could retort with such anger, it clearly doesn’t match your character ‘ the demon adds, approaching (Y/N) bits by bits, ‘ But I guess he was right once again about it...‘

“What in the world are you talking about?! And who is “he”?!”

All this has no sense. And irritation is winning over (Y/N)’s fear.

‘ No need to rush things for now, angel face. ‘

In a snap, the devil man finds his way close to (Y/N) again, his body almost pressed against hers. She lets a short shriek out and tries to distance herself as much as she could, as if she tries to become as thin as a leaf to disappear at this exact moment. Her back pressed even harder on the tree trunk, the female angels tries to avoid his eyes and even to sneak past him. But his morbid black wings are in the way, fully stretched like they would engulf her small  body. The angel makes her best to avoid meeting his eyes and avert them by shutting them tightly. Her heart beats even faster now and her hands start being moist, like her forehead. Is this the end?

‘ Hey come on, look at me ‘ says the man without sounding too bossy, ‘ ... Please? ‘

This sounds like a plead. And strangely (Y/N)’s heart tightens at the sound of his voice. Could a demon ever sound this pitiful, even in front of an angel? Not sure of herself - because a demon is and still will be a demon -, she dares to slowly open an eye to look at him and sees he hasn’t moved a single millimetre. Still standing tall, the man that once had cold eyes seems now more… calm and peaceful, almost harmless. With a closer look the intruder has a handsome face, with a sharp jawline and defined nose. His hair is in fact more brunette that it seems from far away, the blond slightly fading at the end of each lock. His blue ocean eyes are sharper they could freeze you on site, but long eyelashes are present to underline them and create a welcoming feeling. As she suspected before his wings are kind of featherless but the dark showing skin doesn’t look that hurt or rough, more like a second skin. And his body looks so firm she can totally could perceive his torso through the thin piece of black fabric that serves him of shirt. (Y/N) blushes at this proximity and looks away.

“What… do you want?” asks (Y/N) again, her voice wicker than before.

‘ I’m not here to hurt you so if you listen to me, I can tell you why I came up here. ‘

Again the soothing voice. This situation could end up in two differents ways: good or bad. No inbetween. (Y/N) learnt from the book she read that demons were never the bearer of good luck and could be the trickiest creature of all time. But her awareness is telling her a complete other story and she couldn’t guess why. She just feels it deep in her guts, as if it was a casual situation.

Finally the young woman dares to look at him in the eyes, again. And at this exact moment she sees his hand extend right to her face so she couldn’t help but flinch, thinking she got too naive by letting her guard down so quickly. But nothing happens. Indeed she feels a warm sensation on her cheek that then moves behind her ear. She gets even more surprised when, after opening her eyes, the demon is only caressing her cheek to replace her lock of hair behind her ear. She didn’t expect that. At all.

‘ I know since that day, everything changed for you so you will understand what I’m about to tell you ‘ begins the young demon, now curling another of her lock around his finger, ‘ So… care to listen? ‘

His hand leaves (Y/N)’s hair to stay along his body. But he proposes his hand to her to take, an invitation to join him. She thinks pretty fast because everything is getting messed up in her head - too many things happenings at the same time -, looking back and forth from his opened hand to his blue eyes. And she knows she has to listen to him. She feels it again.

So after taking a deep breath she carefully puts her hand in his, and the man closes it. Slowly and without breaking their gaze, they walk toward the fountain to sit on the side of it. The demon lets (Y/N)’s hand go and put his on his thighs. (Y/N) brushes her dress and copies the man’s position. A certain tension is obvious and could be cut with a knife. But still, the female angel doesn’t feel that much in danger anymore.

Silence. Just the sound of the water flowing in the fountain behind them, appeasing them. The night is now here, the sky fully dark. Tones of stars appear here and there and the nice breeze comes to cool down (Y/N)’s body. Her wings are not tensed anymore. But she still thinks about what the conversation will lead to.

‘ First of all, I’m Harrison. And I’m sorry for scaring you earlier, my devil side can be really douchey some time ‘ the demon, Harrison, introduces himself while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Nice to meet you, Harrison… I guess?”

Such a casual conversation between complete opposite beings…

“And I-”

‘ (Y/N). You are (Y/N) ‘ cuts off Harrison. ‘ I know who you are already… Because I am here for you. ‘

“W-what do you mean... here for me?”

‘ Do not panic please, I know this sounds weird coming from a demon- ‘

“Oooh it sure is weird” (Y/N) cuts him off in return, letting out a nervous laugh while she fidgets with her fingers. And Harrison actually laughs at that too.

‘ Yeah sorry, this situation is awkward for both of us… But this is also really important. ‘

Harrison has again the same face as his arrival in Heaven. Sharp and serious. (Y/N) gulps silently and strengthens her back, ready to listen to him. After a few seconds, the demon begins to speak again.

‘ I know that you are different from the other angels here. You can feel varied types of emotions and not only happiness anymore. Anger, sadness, rage, sorrow, fear and so much more. ‘

(Y/N)’s heart misses a beat at his word.

‘ And surprise too ‘ slightly laughs Harrison looking at her, in fact, surprised expression.

“H-how do you know that? I mean-”

‘ I also know that you were in love, maybe still in love actually. And since the day you lost your other half, everything changed even more for you, mostly your way of thinking, am I right? ‘

(Y/N) couldn’t believe it. It is like she is an actual open book to him and it’s been like, what, maybe not even fifteen minutes and he knew her deepest secrets. It scares her. And she couldn’t form a simple sentence. So the angel simply nods.

“How in the world do you know… all that?...”

Her throat feels dry.

‘ (Y/N), I know who you lost that night. ‘

“Wait what-”

‘ Tom. The fallen angel. ‘

At the sound of his name she couldn’t prevent the sob that leaves her mouth. And some puzzle pieces start to get assembled.

“I-is Tom i-in H-?!...”

Not waiting for the end of her question, Harrison nods keeping his gaze. She puts her hand on her mouth to contain herself as best as she could, but the feeling is too strong.

Tom. The fallen angel.

(Y/N) now has the confirmation that Tom fell in Hell that damned night. She squeezes her dress in her fist and shuts her eyes. The simple thought of her dear lover being in Hell for so long saddens her the more she thinks about it. What have them done to him down there? Was he alright? Or was he… hurt? Tortured? Or even worse… She doesn’t want to think about it and so she tries to erase this horrific image from her mind.

‘ Tom the fallen angel, your lover, is in fact in the Underworld of Hell. But still alive. ‘

Alive.

Tom is still alive. In Hell, yes, but alive.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe what she heard. A sob finally breaks through the barrier of her hand and that’s when (Y/N) feels the weight of the world leave her shoulders for good. All this time, all these lonely days and nights, dwelling on this fatale night when she lost the most precious person she could have find in afterlife, and constantly blaming herself because she was still here, alive, and not him. But now everything changed and this self torture is over.

Her tears are not tears of sadness anymore, but tears of relief and hope. A smile even finds its place on the angel’s face. A real smile, warm and beautiful, like she used to show before it all declined. A smile that the male demon notices too, it even brings a shy one on his own face. Her once broken heart is now collecting each piece to gather them back together. And the woman understands why she could feel this weird feeling all this time. Because without really knowing it, she knew Tom, her dear Tom, was still alive.

“Oh my God… I-I’m so h-happy…” cries (Y/N), wiping some tears with her arms. “But i-is Tom… a-alright?”

Asking this question almost scares her. She doesn’t know what to expect.

‘ Don’t worry, Tom is totally fine. ‘ begins Harrison to soothe her a little. ‘ Not gonna lie, it was not easy for him when he was thrown to Hell but yeah, he kinda managed. This man’s got a tower of strength. ‘

The devil man prefers to avoid all the details of Tom’s arrival in Hell, to prevent her any more pain. In fact Harrison “met” the fallen angel since the first day and had to assist to each punishments and tortures he had to go through. At the time Harrison was passive and amused by the show because, well he is a demon after all, and these things were totally normal in Hell. But as time passed, Harrison started to admire Tom’s strength as much as physical and mental, not letting himself perish under the steady punches and cuts from the perfidious devils down there.

“Yes, he always was determined in anything he was doing” smiles (Y/N) to herself.

She then turns toward Harrison who is still looking at her.

“Excuse my rudeness, I’m so glad you told me Tom is safe and all but… is this the only reason you flew in Heaven? Just to… tell me this?”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop herself about all this. This looks too good to be true in a way and having a demon telling you all this is surely bizarre.

Harrison laughs, ‘ Don’t worry, angel face, you have all rights to wonder about it. ‘

(Y/N) returns his laugh, giggling. Who could have thought about an angel and a demon casually chatting together?

‘ So yeah my main goal was to find you because I was asked to. By Tom himself. ‘

Her laughs just stop.

“Wait- are you telling me Tom is the one w-who sent you here?!” she nearly screams at the demon, shocked. “How is it even possible?!”

‘ Calm down (Y/N), I’m telling you the truth. Because if I don’t, I will get in biiiiiig trouble with the man himself ‘ jocks Harrison but still with a nervous smile just by the thought of it.

“B-but why only now? W-why after for long?! I was b-by myself all this time, thinking h-he was…!!”

Harrison knew since the beginning that there will be a lot of explanations to give. But it was his mission, and he will make sure to accomplish it.

‘ (Y/N), you know he couldn’t do anything else at the time, am I right? Tom was thrown into the deepest depths of Hell because he sinned - because he loves you - so he couldn’t just fly back here in Heaven like nothing happened. ‘

That is true. And (Y/N) suddenly feels silly about her last comment. She is aware of all this since that night but it is like she wanted to ignore it… for her sake of living alone. Harrison notices her head and shoulders lower.

‘ Hey, no need to feel down. It’s normal to be selfish sometimes… well, in Hell at least… ‘ notes Harrison, trying to cheer her up.

His black wing softly touches her white one as if to tell her everything is alright. (Y/N) doesn’t rejects his touch and looks back at him, waiting for what is coming next.

‘ The reason Tom waited so long before contacting you again is because he had to survive. He went through a lot, trust me I was there watching him but he never gave up. You were his strength. All along. And you still are. He kept repeating he had to endure his sentence for you, to keep you safe and to go back to you. ‘

(Y/N) lets her tears flow again, without making a sound. Her and Tom were trying their best to survive separated from each other, but he definitely has been the one in the worst situation.

‘ And so, days and years passed. But in the end he did it. Tom survived and proved to Hell he was worse it. Such a strong minded guy was just what Hell needed at the time, so they gave him another chance. ‘

“Another chance?” repeats (Y/N) not really understanding what the demon means.

‘ To make it simple, Tom is now a demon. ‘

The rollercoaster of (Y/N)’s emotions goes straight down again at this statement. Tom is now a demon. Her beautiful and handsome angel who sacrificed himself many years ago became a demon as a second chance in his afterlife. This was too much for her. The sadness is clear on her face, furrowing her eyebrows and tensed body again. She then remembers him before he fell down, his wings becoming greyish as the Superior Angels said. And now they must be fully black, like Harrison’s ones. Her angel lover was no more. Her tears don’t stop but emphasized more.

‘ Hey (Y/N), it’s alright, don’t cry anymore ‘ Harrison tries to calm her again.

He dares to sit closer to her, caressing her shoulder to sooth her a bit. Both their wings are now close to the other. A perfect opposition. White and Black. Pure and Dirty. But strangely the mix doesn’t really feel bad at all. And so instinctively (Y/N) snuggles into Harrison’s chest, frightening him at first, to find maybe some comfort. It is such an uncommon situation for Harrison that he doesn’t know how to react. So he simply wraps his arms and wings around her. They stay like this for a few minutes, her sobs resonating in the heavenly night. It is still hard for her to accept the fact that Tom is now a demon, even if still alive.

‘ Calm down, (Y/N)... ‘ whispers Harrison while he wants to pull away delicately. ‘ Let me finish explaining okay? Then if you want to cry again, it’s alright I will endure it a little more ‘ he tries to joke again.

(Y/N) slightly slaps his chest and pulls herself away from him. She has now a light smile on her face, with wet cheeks and puffy eyes again. She wipes her face with the back of her hand and wait for the demon to talk again.

‘ So ‘ Harrison starts again combing his hair back with his finger, ‘ Tom may be a demon now but he actually chose to become one. For his and your sake. ‘

“W-what?! But why-”

Harrison quickly presses his index finger on the angel’s mouth.

‘ Let me continue? ‘

(Y/N) just nods.

‘ So it was Tom’s decision to become a demon. And then he had to learn to be one, which actually was not difficult. ‘

“B-but demons are… d-devious… n-nasty… n-not to blame you or w-what but-” mumbles the young woman kinda scared to offend the demon.

‘ I know (Y/N), but we all are not only as the books of Heaven describe us. We may had sinned as humans but we are not beasts, well not ALL of us actually… ‘

That surprises (Y/N). “You mean-”

‘ Each demon has his own personality like when they were humans. We don’t only live on sex and torture all day long. ‘

(Y/N) tenses. She read a lot of books available in the Heaven’s library and all she read about demons were not… good things, mostly just unholy manners and all. And now the devil man in front of her tells her a completely different story - not like she really minded but still. It even reassures her a little.

‘ And Tom is definitely not a sinful demon. Just so you know he made me changed to be the respectable demon I am now and that is why I vowed to serve him until the end. ‘

“Excuse me what did you just say? You… serve him??”

Harrison takes a deep breath before continuing, ‘ As the time flew by, Tom became stronger and gain respect of all the other demons. He has been proclaimed King of Hell and rules the Underworld since then. ‘

“K-KING OF-?!”

The words suffocate (Y/N), she couldn’t speak anymore. King of Hell. Of all the thing she could have imagined, the angel now doesn’t know what to think about. But if what Harrison told her is true, Tom would be… a good demon? That in fact sounds really weird. Is that even possible? Does this even really exist? But she still trusts Tom, and still loves him. She feels so confused from all the informations, not knowing what to think about first.

‘ And he wants you to join him. Now. That is why I’m here for. ‘

“Me? Going to Hell?! W-wait Harrison, are you joking or what?!” retorts (Y/N) standing up, still facing him. “I just can’t leave Heaven like that and-!”

‘ You are not happy here, (Y/N), and even Tom knows it. ‘ interrupts Harrison staying calm. ‘ When you both discovered your feelings for each other, you both hid all the time. And since he was left for dead, you hid your new trueself to those Superior Angels as Tom wanted you to. You changed, you are not the same anymore, like him. But since, he pulled himself together again and started a new life… in which he wants you in again. ‘

Leaving Heaven would mean being damned herself. And that scares (Y/N). Of course she wants to join Tom and be reunited with him but she doesn’t know if she could handle it. Her breathing accelerates but the air doesn’t fills the lungs fully. Watching her starting to panic, Harrison stands.

‘ (Y/N), listen to me. ‘ He puts his hands on her shoulders to steady her, ‘ Tom knows what he is doing, and that is why he waited for so long. He found every information he needed and now is the right time. Do you trust him, (Y/N)? ‘

“I…”

‘ (Y/N). Do you trust Tom? ‘ pushes Harrison.

“Yes I do.”

‘ Do you still love Tom? ‘

“Of course I do, with all my heart.”

‘ Then come with me and don’t worry, you will be safe. ‘

She looks straight into the demon’s eyes. And she knows he tells the truth.

“But I should bring some belongings before lea-”

‘ You don’t need to bring anything. Tom is waiting for you now and surely she will give you everything you need down there. ‘

“Harrison I-I don’t know if I’m ready or not…”

‘ You are, (Y/N). You have been for a long time. ‘

She gulps, her throat still dry since he arrived. This is it. (Y/N)’s is about to change again for good. She doesn’t feel ready because this is a major change - and a dangerous one - but still, after all this time being by herself, she now understands the hidden feeling she kept buried in her heart. The feeling of Tom still being alive. And him still wanting her by his side. Whenever he was.

While the angel appeases her overflowing emotions, she barely notices the extended hand offered by Harrison. So when she finally sees it, she looks at him with soft eyes, still her mind troubled by all what happened to her since this evening. Harrison invites her to join their hands by nodding at her. And when they finally do, both of them start walking toward the edge of the cliff.

“Harrison… is Hell… scary?”

They stop right at the edges, hands linked and bodies turn into the dark and cloudy horizon.

‘ Hell is not a happy place, (Y/N), but I can guarantee you Tom will protect you and make you feel at home. I’m sure he will. ‘

(Y/N) lets out a sigh. A calmed one. And she squeezes the demon’s hand as if to tell him she is ready. Kind of.

‘ I suggest you to close your eyes. Just in case. Not to… scare you. ‘ offers Harrison.

(Y/N) nods slightly her head and inhaled a big amount of air.

‘ Do you trust me? ‘

“Well, it’s not like I’ve got the choice right?” sarcastically replies (Y/N), with an amused smile painted on her angelic face.

Harrison laughs heartily at this remark showing his perfect white teeth, his canines sharp as a beast’s.

‘ My my, all angels should be like you. Things would be so much funnier! ‘

The young woman laughs in her turn, all the tension leaving her body a little more. When the silence of the night reigns again, the two beings open out their gigantic wings.

‘ Ready? ‘

“Ready.”

* * * *

(Y/N) has just enough time to close her eyes and everything accelerates pretty quickly. She hears and feels “things”. Screams. Hotness. Fire maybe? But then cold. And hot again. Things trying to grab her arms or legs, but never making it. Her wings continue to beat the air to fly toward the unknown. A total unknown world that she heard about but without fully knowing what happens in it. A world that her lover now rules on. Her fallen lover that waits for her. And she just couldn’t wait any longer.

‘ (Y/N), we arrived ‘ Harrison tells her.

Like she has been asleep for decades, (Y/N) slowly opens her eyes. And what is in front of her astonishes her that much she nearly falls backward. Harrison pulls her back toward, still hand in hand.

‘ Welcome to the Underworld of Hell, (Y/N). ‘

In front of the angel lays an arid landscape. The ground looks covered by dust, a bit red and black, likesand. A desert. But not lava or a single flame. The sky has nothing to do with the purity of the Heaven one, but still not scary or as described in the books. Displaying a gradation of slight red and dark blue, maybe black actually, that weirdly match together. No sun or moon or star. A clear devil sky. (Y/N) can also notice some the people walking around. Demons walking around, or flying eventually. All dressed up in black just like Harrison. A typical scenery similar to Heaven but with very different people. Without debauchery. And when (Y/N) decides to turn around, she falls face to face with a gigantic castle, all made in dark bricks to stay in the aesthetic of the place. Her and Harrison are actually standing of the steps that lead to it and (Y/N) feels like even smaller and fragile as she normally is. But is that weird she doesn’t feel frighten? At all?

’ So you found her, mate? ’

The voice makes (Y/N) jump and she lets the demon’s hand go, turning toward the new male’s voice. And she almost bumps into a body. When she backs up, after saying sorry, she sees a new demon.

’ Hi, I’m Jacob. (Y/N), right? ’

(Y/N) chooses to only nod at him. And her new encounter shakes vividly her hand.

’ Cool! He’s gonna be soooo excited to see you again! The man only talks about you and how you’re pretty, and you really are! ’

‘ Jacob, don’t scare her please… ‘ interrupts Harrison while approaching the two beings, staying next to (Y/N). ‘ She stills has to get used to Hell, you know? And- ‘

❞ Welcome back Harrison. Thank you so much for what you did, my friend. ❞

A new voice joins the talk. But this time, it brings shiver all over her body because she recognises it. She knows to who this fruity voice with a particular accent belongs to. For someone else it could be anybody. But for (Y/N) it can only be one person…

The young woman slowly turns over it, not really knowing what to expect. But when her angelic eyes cross his, for the first time in ages, this is it. The moment she waited for so long but never came until now. The moment she wishes to happen. It’s happening now.

This is him.

She stands here, surrounding by the other devil men, speechless. All emotions mix up in her body.

Tom exits the castle and stands on top of the stairs, tall and proud. All in black, from head to toes, but still as handsome as he was as an angel. The new King of Hell displays his enormous black wings on his back, showing his power to whoever is present at the moment. Harrison and Jacob kneel down. But (Y/N) couldn’t move but just admires Tom from the afar. Her heartbeats go insane and her breath accelerates.

“Tom…”

❞ Welcome back, my love. Welcome in Hell. And welcome home. ❞

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Haz’s Spotify Playlist Writing Challenge Masterlist

WE’RE GETTING SOME GOOD ASS FICS UP IN HERE so I’m starting the masterlist and will add everybody who posts, even after the deadline! Just shoot me an ask and make sure I saw it!!

To the readers I’ve got on here: you gotta read all of these. Seriously. They’re amazing

Saved by @mcumendes

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Summary: sometimes love doesn’t fade away, no matter how long you have been apart and no matter what happened between you

Warnings: swearing, fights, break up, angst

Location by @summernykole​

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Summary: Based off of Khalid’s Location

Warnings: smut

Second Last Chance by @bringmethehorizonandpizza

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Summary: should you give a second chance when you are already scared of messing up again? 

Warnings: mild cursing

Sex Playlist by @butwhyduh

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: a lay over at a party -- Sex with me by Rihanna

Warnings: Smut

Challenge Info

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Masterlist

FYI -- everything I write is or turns into irredeemable smut.  Absolutely nothing you will find here is family-friendly.

Series

Enraptured Writer Masterlist (5,557 words) Incomplete

Writing fanfiction was your guilty pleasure, but it was definitely not meant to be shared with certain people -- specifically, people named Tom Holland.

His Service Masterlist (6,845 words) Incomplete

A series of memories of memories relating to the love of your life, Tom, and his service in the Army. 

Meet & Greet Masterlist (34,873 words) Incomplete

You missed out on a Tom Holland meet and greet, but a stranger, who you are pretty sure is a Tom Holland lookalike, rescues you from your pity party for one.

To Sleep, Perchance to Dream Masterlist (13,192 words) Incomplete

He’d been in your dreams almost your whole life, but was it real?

Turning Tables Masterlist (2,031 words) Incomplete

After 3 years together, Tom wants to spice things up in the bedroom in unexpected ways. (Tom/Harrison/Reader in Part 2.)

Oneshots

The Five Misadventures of Jessica Drew (+1 Adventure) (3,042 words)

When you meet Tom Holland, you have the worst luck on what’s supposed to be your best day ever.

Hot Tea  (2,997 words)

You came to the club just to dance, but then Tom Holland happened.

Legitimate Dance Moves (1,260 words)

Your savior and roommate Tom catches you in an awkward position.

Parker Peters (2,430 words)

You knew you’d seen him before, but couldn’t quite put your finger on it…

Blurbs

Beach Party (215 words)

Sex on the beach

Praise You Like I Should  (315 words)

Gratuitous praise kink

Series

H💖 Masterlist (1,895 words) Incomplete

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

Heart’s Desires Masterlist (6,600 words) Incomplete

In a desperate moment, you make Harrison an offer he can’t refuse. 

Time’s Up Masterlist (6,000 words) Complete

Making the most of seven minutes in heaven with Harrison.

Oneshots

Club Utopia (2,001 words)

Meeting Harrison during your first visit to a sex club.

Confessions in a Can (1,307 words)

Confessing your feelings to Harrison with help from some whipped cream.

Disobey (1,007 words)

Finally getting your reward for being a good girl for Haz.

Never Have I Ever (1,577 words)

A game of Never Have I Ever reveals a secret you’d kept from Harrison.

Nice Boys (4,192 words)

Your heart has always belonged to Harrison, but he never brings the same girl around twice.

The Package (2,265 words)

Your roommate, Harrison, accidentally opens your mail, with interesting results.

Reception (1,861 words)

A chance meeting with Harrison at a wedding reception.

Teach Me (3,591 words)

You want Harrison to teach you something, but you end up learning more than you ever bargained for.

Blurbs

Handful (773 words)

Sometimes Haz can be a handful, almost literally.

Harrison’s New Ring (541 words)

Harrison has a new ring, and you find it quite interesting.

Series

A Little Something Masterlist (5,577 words) Incomplete

Tom told you he got you ‘a little something’ for your birthday, but it turned out his gift was about to change your life.

Long Overdue (4,764 words) Incomplete

You were looking forward to your much needed vacation with your boyfriend, Tom, and best friend, Harrison, but things take an interesting turn.

Shelter Masterlist (15,391 words) Incomplete

You’re stuck thousands of miles away from home and everything you’ve ever known as what had come to be known as ‘the infection’ spreads. Things look bleak until you find your two saviors.

Take Me There (Coming Soon!)

What if Tom Holland hadn’t been chosen to play the role of Peter Parker, leaving both himself and his best friend and would-have-been assistant Harrison Osterfield as just another pair of struggling young actors trying to catch their big breaks? A Porn Star AU.

Unholy Divinity Masterlist (16,708 words) Incomplete

Choosing to spend your eternity in heaven or hell should be easy, right? Yeah, not so much.