#harrison osterfield proposal

[jahayla-parker]

Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcannon and small fic for Harrison Osterfield based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!

Warnings: family, wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, related topics.

Proposal

“I still can’t believe it. It is just so beautiful” y/n mumbled, clinging to Harrison’s arm as she stared up at the metal structure before them.

Harrison smiled down at her, pressing his lips to the top of her head as he hummed in agreement.

They’d been here before.

Harrison had taken her here to confess his feelings to her years ago, wanting to do it somewhere special as it was a big thing to change their closeknit friendship into something more.

They’d been here between then and now as well.

Harrison often had photo shoots and fashion shows he was cast to walk in that took place in the city.

So, he often invited her to go with him and they’d make a trip out of it.

They both loved the whole town.

But, the Eiffel Tower, in particular, held more sentimental value to them because of it was directly in front of it that they’d changed their relationship.

Hence why he started their trip here tonight.

Each time they came to Paris they’d see the tower; of course.

But, they didn’t usually start it that way given the crowds and other things they’d have planned to do when in the city.

Yet, they’d only checked in to their hotel before heading here tonight.

Y/n lifted her head off of his shoulder to look up at him, smiling widely, “I love this place”.

Haz smiled and laughed, one hand around her waist to keep her close.

He lifted his other hand to tuck a few whisps of hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes lovingly.

She bit her lip before leaning up to kiss him.

Harrison hummed as they parted, cupping her face with his hand.

“But I love you more” she whispered, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Haz blushed and grinned widely, “I love you so much y/n/n”.

She nodded, “I know!”

Haz laughed as she stepped back and spun around.

He silently took his phone out to take a few pictures and a short video of her little happy dance.

“I’m in my favorite city, with my favorite person, at my favorite spot” she cheered flaring one arm up and into the air next to her as she finished her spinning/dance.

She pursed her lips and lifted an eyebrow at him as she stopped and saw he’d recorded her actions.

But as he simply smiled and slid his phone back into his pocket, she brushed it off with a smile.

“It’s your favorite place in the city, still?” He asked, holding onto her hand upon reaching where she was standing.

She hummed and nodded definitively.

“Why is that, love?” He asked softly as he walked with her, guiding them to where he wanted her.

“Because of you” she giggled, smiling up at him, “this is where you admitted to me how you felt, ya know?”

He blushed and nodded, “that was here, huh?”.

She nodded and looked around before pointing a few feet from her after getting her bearings, “we were right there”.

Harrison chuckled tenderly, “where?”

She huffed and dropped his hand before practically skipping to the spot she was pointing at.

Haz smirked to himself at how she made it even easier for him to set it up and knowing she would pick up on the sentiment behind the precise spot for what he was about to do.

As she hopped onto the spot she was trying to reach, she looked up at the tower, “right here”.

Haz stayed silent as she spun around to face him, watching as her eyes widened upon seeing him kneeling one knee a few feet from her.

“A-are you..-“ she gasped, hand flying up to her mouth in shock.

He smiled delicately at her, hoping to calm her mind some before he began.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n,” he started, his voice tender and loving, “I’ve loved you from the moment you came into my life”.

She moved her hand upwards slightly to rub the tears from her eyes.

“First as my best friend and confidant, then as my crush, then my girlfriend, and now I’m hoping as my fiancé and soon wife” he declared, blinking through his watery eyes.

“I want to spend my life with you, if you’ll let me. I promise to you to always communicate with you, keep you happy, support you in all your endeavors, and fight to be the husband you deserve. Will you give me the chance to do that?” He asked, his fingers slightly shaking but he held his wrist steady to make it less noticeable

“Y/n, will you marry me?” He finished, taking a deep breath of air as he waited for her answer.

She dropped her hand from her face and used it to tug his wrist upwards and towards her.

Harrison stood and neared her as requested.

Y/n smiled widely, stroking his face with her other hand, “oui. Yes, Haz, of course I’ll marry you”.

Harrison chuckled softly as he let out his held breath and pulled her in for a kiss.

���Wait, I learned this” he said pausing as he went to slide the ring on her finger.

“Learned what?” She giggled.

He smiled shyly, “veux… Veux-tu m'épouser?”

Y/n bit her lip, “that was really pretty Harrison, but I don’t know that much French”.

He chuckled and nodded, “I know, that’s why I decided against asking it that way”.

“Wait, you learned how to propose to me in French?” She asked mouth petting slightly

He nodded, fiddling with her fingers as they rest in his hand.

Yn smiled and shook her head, “je t'aime beaucoup Harrison”.

He smiled widely as he pulled her in for another kiss.

Reactions

His mother was so excited, having been the one he relied on for feedback on his proposal plan as his father wasn’t around to be able to.

His sister, Charlotte, had been asking him why he hadn’t proposed for months now; so, she was very excited when she learned of the engagement.

Tom was beyond happy as he was friends with both Yn and Harrison and supported them beyond words.

Y/N’s family was very supportive as well, having seen how well Haz treated her over the years.

Their friends were happy for the couple and excited to see what they’d plan for the wedding as they knew it’d be elegant.

Best Man

Tom was of course Harrison’s best man.

Not only was he friends with both the bride and groom, he was also Harrison’s best friend from when they were young.

He was also the one who introduced them years ago

Bachelor Party

Tom wanted to, and kinda did, go crazy with the bachelor party.

He went all out for his best mate and didn’t spare any expense on the party.

That being said, he was very respectful to Harrison, y/n, and their relationship; respecting any restrictions and boundaries the couple had set for their bachelor/bachelorette festivities.

Wedding Planning

Haz helped with the planning as much as he could.

There were things he couldn’t do of course, like choosing a wedding dress.

Or things that weren’t his to choose/didn’t need to have a say in, such as bridesmaid gifts.

But he helped with any area he could.

He loved it and was very good at is, which wasn’t a surprise given he was always great at design and styling/fashion.

He also was a major help in that his friend was a major clothing designer and offered to do custom clothing for the couple.

Wedding Day

They opted for their wedding to be in Paris.

While it meant both their families and friends had to travel, it was worth it to them.

The city meant more to them than they could have ever explained

And, it meant it wasn’t only one persons’ guests having to travel so it seemed more equitable.

They helped with the costs of traveling for their guests who couldn’t afford to fly /otherwise wouldn’t be able to make it, but also planned it far in advance so people had time to plan and save.

They held it at Palais Garnier, where they’d had their first date year ago.

The ceremony was held in archway of the Salon du Soleil.

The couple stood at the entrance to the small room, between the empty room -allowing a beautiful background of the Salon du Soleil- and their guests watching from the adjacent room as it was was large enough to fit them all.

The coloring of the Salon du Soleil worked aesthetically with the custom made tuxes for Haz and his half of the bridal party.

The lighting also worked flawlessly with Yn’s wedding dress and the bridesmaids dresses.

Tom had pulled some strings to help the couple reserve the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles, where they’d continued their first date years ago.

They were thrilled to have their special spaces filled with memories they shared with friends and family now.

Toasts were done by Tom, Y/N’s best friend and maid of honor, both of their mothers, and Harrison’s sister.

During the dinner portion of the evening Harrison made it his responsibility to make sure y/n was given time and space to eat; politely asking people to come back up to their ‘sweethearts table’ later after she’d had time to eat dinner instead of bothering the couple endlessly and preventing her from eating.

Their night was full of dancing, laughter, and other sweet private moments together.

Taglist for Haz: @galaxyholland @mcushvft @raajali3

Harrison Osterfield Navigation/Masterlist

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[celebtattletale]

Double Trouble: Harrison Osterfield announces marriage and pregnancy with Y/N Holland all at once

Earlier this week, actor Harrison Osterfield (25) posted a cute picture on instagram of his partner of three years, fitness and health specialist Y/N Holland (24).

In the photo, Y/N was layed on her back over a bouncy yoga ball (made famous in her lockdown workout videos) in the living room of the house the two bought a year ago.

And she was also sporting a rather prominent baby bump visible from her black jumper that had ridden up, matched with a comfortable-looking pair of sports leggings.

Harrison captioned with:

‘anyone else’s wife do this? just mine? ok 👍’

This came as a complete shock to both us here at celebtattletale and the rest of the world, who were all under the impression that this was simply a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship.

It was Tom Holland (25), Y/N’s brother and Harrison’s best friend who first revealed that the two were together, speaking on how his ‘best mate and baby sister’ had finally admitted their feelings when on the Spider-man: Far From Home press tour.

And since then, the couple have posted cute pictures of each other on instagram right throughout their relationship, but neither them nor anyone in the family has ever mentioned the two getting married.

A source close to the married couple told us that Harrison proposed just after they moved into their new house and they got married in a small ceremony with only close family and friends as soon as it was safe - due to the pandemic.

Wedding photos have been released in the past couple of days due to demand from fans. They showed Harrison and Y/N gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes and their parents and siblings cheering in the background.

Harrison looked dashing in a plain and simple suit hugging his taut biceps. His newlywed wife matched his simple style in an elegant white dress with a defined square neckline and puffy sleeves.

And everyone was delighted to find out that the two are now expecting a child together! We all can tell that the Osterfields are going to be wonderful parents.

Eagle-eyed fans have suspected that Y/N is due to give birth in another two or three months based off the size of her bump. Others have even started a poll guessing what sex the baby will be (girl is winning so far).

But no matter what, we all know that this baby is going to be loved by the amazing support system of the combined Holland and Osterfield families around them.

[parkers-gal]

Tom x reader where reader wants to move out & live with Tom only (not with boys). Tom doesn’t want to move out, maybe Nikki has a talk with him

the one T.H.

➢ a / n | went a lil overboard, heh, but enjoy this ! sorry it took a lil while :,(

➢ wc | 2.5k <3

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There’s too many dishes in the sink, you note. There’s so many, that they won’t all fit for one load in the dishwasher. It’s a pain, and you know nobody in this house has the patience to wait for two full loads to carry through, so you have to hand wash half of them and allow the whirring machine to do the other half.

If this were a romantic comedy, you’d have Tom standing next to you and you’d hold hands under the suds while you wash the dishes together and chat about your future. This isn’t a rom-com, though. In fact, you don’t even know where the boys are right now. You were certain they went into the den to play Call Of Duty — or whatever it is that they play — but then you thought they went into the backyard with Tessa, but now you’ve just given up on figuring their whereabouts.

Not that you’re angry at Tom for not helping, though. He did the laundry with you earlier, so you’re content with his keeping end of the deal. It’s the other four that you’re a bit fed up with. Sam had just recently joined the Holland-Osterfield-Barrett household of mates, and while you’re all the more happy to welcome him in, it also means more work. There’s a chore schedule, but sometimes someone has work in a town or a country away, and the gaps in the schedule are only ever left for you to fill.

It’s tough, considering you have your own job, but you’re content with the situation — for now. You have Tom, the love of your life, and you have the best people of your life - Harry, one of your closest confidants, and Harrison, one of your partners in crime.

There’s a lot of baggage that comes with being the only woman in a household of boys that practically grew up with each other. You love Tessa with all your heart, but it’s not like you can really gossip to her about your day.

You’re not too worried about everything, anyway. The second anniversary of your relationship with Tom is coming up; it’s only a few months away, and though you’ve been pondering the idea for awhile, you’re thinking of getting a place with Tom, on your own, without the nagging and intruding fellow in-laws (to-be, hopefully).

Six weeks, today marks, for how long you’ve been thinking about the idea, debating whether it’s valid enough to bring up to Tom, deciding when the best time to talk to him would be. He’s a hard man to navigate — getting a spot in his busy schedule is like fighting to the front of a One Direction mosh-pit. That makes it practically impossible.

But, you’re Y/N. You’re his sweetheart, his darling, his weakness. You’re the most important person in his life, and when you want to have a serious conversation with him, Tom’s all ears and eyes, attentive and caring, understanding and, hopefully, supportive.

You’re hoping it won’t take much convincing — he’s lived with these people all his life, and if it’s truly hard for him to decide, you’ll know what he really wants then.

Ringing out a few glass cups, you let them dry on a dish rack that sits on the countertop. The buzzing and whirring of the dishwasher alerts you that it’s still happily running, and you walk towards the glass sliding doors that lead to the patio and backyard. Peering out, you see all four housemates and Paddy, playing with a frisbee and wrestling with Tessa and messing around with a rugby ball on the trampoline. They look like kindergarteners on the playground, and you decide then to bring them some lemonade like a mother in summertime.

“Hope you’re all a bit thirsty,” you set the tray down with a warm smile. Sam shuts his book of poetry to smile up at you from his seat. He’s been reading for a good fifteen minutes, but you reckon he’ll hop on the trampoline when Harrison gets off. For now, he watches as the Irregulars star jumps happily with Tuwaine.

“Oh, sick,” Harry runs over with the frisbee still in his hands, reaching for a glass and taking a big gulp. Tessa’s at his feet, awaiting for the frisbee game to resume, and you pet her head for a moment before Tom runs over to you, hair matted to his forehead in sweat.

“You’re the best, love,” his hand finds the small of your back as he kisses your temple. You smile again, eyes shutting in bliss at the feeling of his lips, but his hand maneuvers you so he can reach for a glass without bumping into you.

One by one, they come over for refreshments, before picking up where they left off beforehand. Tom’s last to leave, wanting to talk to you before playing with his brothers again.

“Oh, I have to talk to you later,” you whisper, fingers tracing down his damp (sweaty) shirt with a giggle. Tom raises a brow, and you nod softly, “Just, when you have time. Now have fun,” you push him off, and though he’s still just as curious, he leaves you alone on the patio. Taking one last glance at the rowdy group of boys, you bring the tray of empty cups inside, sliding the door shut and sighing to yourself. More dishes to do.

——

Tom’s drying his hair with a purple bath towel when he comes out of the steamy bathroom. He sighs contentedly, before remembering your words from earlier. He brings it up, “What was it that you needed to talk to me about?”

He walks over to the dresser while you look up from your phone. You hum as Tom puts something away, and you shut the electronic device off, setting it on your nightstand and twisting to face his direction.

“I wanted to talk to you about… us, I guess.”

You see Tom’s movement slow, and he removes the towel from his damp curls, turning around hesitantly. You smile, waving him off, “Nothing bad, I promise.”

He lets out an inaudible “phew,” and nods. “Good.” You agree with a nod of your head, and he furthers on with the questions. “What is it, though? Is it something important?”

“I mean…” Tom places his towel on the rack before walking to the opposite side of the mattress “Sorta?” You offer, and you see the gears turn in his head. He sits down across from you, on the bed, and he smiles encouragingly, still a bit suspicious.

“Well, I’m all ears, darling.”

You smile at the familiar pet name, and with a final breath in, you admit what’s been in your head for the past few months. “I was thinking maybe we could… move out… without the boys.”

It’s dead quiet for a few beats while the words sink into his mind. You’re not sure how he’s going to react, but you watch to gauge his reaction.

His mouth opens, almost as if he’s about to say something, but then he closes it, as if he’d suddenly second guessed himself. For once, you truly can’t read him.

“I thought… I thought you liked living here?” he says softly, almost a bit saddened.

You sigh with your words, “I do! Really, I do, but…”

“But…?” He bites his lip.

“Well, I mean…” you exhale again, “We’ve been together for almost two years,” he’s still listening, “Don’t you think we should be a little more independent?”

“I mean, sure, if we were a normal couple.” He laughs at the joke, and while you do too, it’s not really genuine, but more forced for the awkward tension in the air. “I just thought you… y’know, enjoyed spending time with everyone.”

You nod understandingly. “I do, Tom. Really, I do. But… y’know, we’re not getting any younger. I just thought maybe it was time for us to get a place of our own.” It comes out as more of a suggestion, a question for him to respond to. You quietly bite your lip while Tom nods at the information he’s taking in.

He looks down at his fingers, before locking eyes with you. “Can I think about it?”

You shut your eyes softly while nodding. Tom blinks, before standing from the bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead and bidding farewell, heading downstairs for more quality time with his brothers.

——

It’s been a week since that conversation took place in your room. You didn’t think it’d go so… bad? You’re not sure if you should say that, because he didn’t exactly say “no,” he just didn’t seem enthusiastic about deciding at all.

It’s a quiet Saturday. You’re out bowling with a few of your friends, news of one of them getting engaged spreading like wildfire. She’s having a dinner party later, but for now, you’re keeping the meeting small, inviting your closest circle for the fun day at the bowling lanes.

Tom asked you if you wanted to reschedule the dinner with his family, but you insisted that arriving late would be fine. It’s only four o’clock — the Holland family likes to come for late lunch and spend the night playing games and drinking beer, until the clock strikes midnight and Paddy’s passing out in the backseat on the way back home.

At least now, only one Holland brother stays with the parents.

Somehow, someway, the conversation had shifted to you. Everyone’s gathered in the living room, scattered on sofas, couches, beanbags, armchairs, loveseats. Tom misses you at his side, but the conversation of how your work is going just reminds him of what you’d proposed a few days ago.

“How’re things with her in general, though?” Nikki, Tom’s mom, asks with a smile. The eyes shift towards Tom, and he can feel his face heating up.

“Yeah, how’re things with the lovebirds?” Harry teases.

Tom chuckles, anxiety bubbling in his stomach, twisting his. “Uh- they’re- they’re good, yeah,” he assures them, though shaky.

“You sure, there?” Harrison teases. “Did someone propose or something?”

“No, no,” Tom airily chuckles. “Nothing like that.” “Oh?” His dad picks up, “What, then?”

“She- uh…” he licks his lips out of habit. “She wants to move out. Find a place for us, she said.”

The tone in which Tom tells them lets them know that he’s a little less than enthusiastic about the whole ordeal. It’s something that raises a red flag for Nikki; it’s something that makes her brows furrow in confusion.

“Oh,” Sam breaks the silent. “I’m happy for you, bro,” he pats Tom’s shoulder.

Tom smiles, though it’s forced and a bit spaced out.

“What’re you gonna tell her?” Harry asks. “You want it too, right?”

Tom shrugs weakly. Nobody talks about his responses, his reactions. It’s all a bit unexpected, for Tom to not be on board with the next step of the relationship.

“I mean, I don’t know, really.” He confesses with a nervous laugh, running a hand through his curls. “I’d miss you all so much. I just… I don’t know, I guess I just thought she liked living here too, y’know.”

A collective number of “yeah’s” and “mhm’s” go around the room, and Tom nods nonchalantly before the conversation switches to something more exciting. For now, Nikki lets it go, just until she can get her eldest in a room by himself, and before you get home.

It’s when Tom’s getting snacks for the group that Nikki decides to offer her help in the kitchen. They’re just putting dinner in the oven and preparing appetizers, but still, any opportunity to talk to Tom.

“So,” Nikki smiles, and Tom giggles while she puts another slice of tomato on the dish they’re preparing. “Moving out, huh?”

Though her tone is teasing, Tom can’t help but get shivers. He nods, quieting down a bit. Nikki’s movements remain, but Tom stops working altogether. “I don’t want to move out.”

His mum turns to look at him, and she nods, almost as if anticipating the confession. “Why not?”

Tom clicks his tongue, looking down as if he’s ashamed of feeling this way. “I just like things the way they are right now. I know at some point, someone’s gonna move out and the clan’s gonna go our separate ways, but I don’t want to be the one to go first.”

At this, Nikki fully turns to talk to Tom, no longer making dinner. “Tom…” She wipes her hands on a kitchen towel, and Tom does the same. “You were the first to go, you know.”

His eyebrows pull together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she sighs, “Your career was first to take off. You ran out that door so fast, we couldn’t keep up.” Tom laughs, reminiscing to himself. “You’re going to keep growing,” she says softly. “You can’t stop that. You can’t stop everyone from growing apart. Sure, you might not grow apart, but you won’t always be this cute little boy band from your school days.”

“Not a boy band, mum,” Tom grumbles. The two of them share a knowing smile.

“You can’t blame yourself for growing, darling,” she steps closer, grabbing one of his hands just like he had grabbed hers the day he was first born. “You can’t expect to be the glue that holds this- this temporary situation together forever. You’re not a superhero,” the two of them laugh again, but then Tom nods knowingly, and Nikki can see a faint batch of tears spring in his eye sockets.

“No, I know, mum.” He sniffles. “I guess… I don’t know, i’ve just always been afraid of never being there when everything changes. I always come back and everyone’s a different person, just…” he searches for the words, “with the same faces.”

She nods, turning back to her dinner dish. Tom keeps his eyes trained on his hands, which are planted on the countertop.

“She loves you a lot, you know.” Nikki says after a few beats. “She just wants a bit of privacy, a bit of your relationship without your annoying brothers.”

“Annoying is right,” Tom teases. They laugh again. “Yeah, I guess I just never thought of that.” Nikki hums, and the kitchen grows silent for a few moments. “Thank you, mum.”

“For what?”

“Being there.” Tom replies. “You never gave up on me, and now… I don’t know. It means a lot to me that you’re helping me with something so important to me.”

Nikki’s eyes soften, and both of them tear up. She nods, this time breaking the silence again. “I know how much you love her,” She says quietly. “One day, she’ll be yours for forever. She’s the one — I can see it in both of your eyes.”

Tom sucks in a breath and wipes his eyes. “I know she’s the one, too.” He adds in another tomato to the dish. “She’s always been it for me.”

[annathesillyfriend]

Anna's June Fic Recs

Welcome to my June fic recommendations masterpost!! This month has been a little hectic, I didn't have as much time to read so I am doing just one list. I really hope July's gonna be more productive reading wise, now that I am at home with no exams. But still, I've read some pretty amazing stories and I hope you're gonna enjoy them as well 😌 I wish you all a wonderful summer! 🥰

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much! To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Holland & Co.

✨Tom Holland✨

naughty noises by @thegirlintheswivelchair

one-shot, 18+, caution!!! hot!!!

share by @/blindingdutchy

one-shot, 18+, pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader, 🥵🥵

lazy lover by @blindingdutchy

one-shot, 18+, the perfect balance between soft and hot

torn leaves, broken hearts by @t-lostinworlds

one-shot, this is so full of emotion and so beautiful and so heartbreaking at the same time

taunt by @duskholland

one-shot, 18+, rich kid!tom, golf, fwb, all that jazz, hannah is feeding us once again

call me when you get this by @multiholland

one-shot, college!tom

this fic by @/multiholland

one-shot, so cute!!!

tension and temptation and sensuality and serenity by @marvelouspeterparker

two-shot, 18+, pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader

peanut butter and extra jelly and more jelly, please! by @starknik22

two-shot, 18+ for a bit in the second one, actress!haz's co-star!reader, jealous!tom, loved every second!

this fic by @blissfulparker

blurb, tom vs. road rage 😂

also this one by @/blissfulparker

blurb, tom wants to propose but it didn't go as planned

putter fantasy by @worldoftom

series, 18+, roommate!actor!golfer!tom, fwb, this is just fucking great

the best birthday by @celestialholland

one-shot, birthday boy!tom

since then by @softholand

one-shot, best friend!tom

✨Harrison Osterfield✨

electric love by @lauras-collection

series, 18+, fwb!roommate!harrison, amazing 👏

bluberry muffins by @peterplanet

one-shot, meeting harrison at a cafe, so sweet 🥺

impromptu hoe for haz blurbs by @greenorangevioletgrass

collection of blurbs, 18+, delicious!!!

MCU

✨Steve Rogers✨

the dumb bet by @bccky

one-shot, fun times at sam's bachelor party! and there's karaoke!

city love by @captain-kelli

one-shot, so beautiful!!

quiet light by @xbuchananbarnes

part of the you are the sun universe, you can't go wrong with Dani's work, just go read it all

library lesson by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, modern royal!au

his saviour by @kinanabinks

one-shot, civilian!steve x superhero!reader

✨Sam Wilson✨

eyes wide open by @babycap

one-shot, sam becomes a father 🥺🥺

all i wanna be, all i ever wanna be, is somebody to you by @blackberrybucky

one-shot, 🥰💕

✨Bucky Barnes✨

daisy chain by @belowva

one-shot, avenger!reader, soulmate!au, so nice!

dearly beloved by @indyluckycharlie

one-shot, mafia!bucky x mafia!reader, amazing!!!

the love club by @slyyywriting

series, 18+, mob!reader, so bloody good!!

lamented & assured by @belladonnabarnes

one-shot, just stunning

hide & seek by @angrythingstarlight

one-shot, dad!bucky 🥺🥺

anger that loves by @/babyboibucky

one-shot, so beautiful!!

unfair by @/babyboibucky

one-shot, falling in love with bucky, get your tissues, friends

deserve better, undeserving, deserve the best by @babyboibuckywrites

series, so much angst 😫

trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy

series, 18+, fuckboy!bucky

the coupon book by @tuiccim

series, 18+, with a guest appearance from another super solider 👀

flight risk and no control by @wkemeup

two-shot, protective!bucky, so sad but so beautiful

suburbia by @/wkemeup

one-shot, fake married!au

dreamland by @blissfullybarnes

series, avenger!reader, hits you right in the feels 🥺

✨SarahBucky✨

forever by @samwilsons-pillowpecs

one-shot, this is just poetry at its finest

✨Joaquin Torres✨

sunrise by @calif0rnia-lovers

one-shot, black!reader, reuniting after the blip

sweeter than honey by @/xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, 18+, Dani's work is always a treat but her Torres fics are just exeptional

whispered words by @moonlight-prose

one-shot, angst & fluff

favourite crime by @mischiefmanaged71

one-shot, angsty

✨Peter Parker✨

girlfriend and piece of you by @spideyspeaches

two-shot, 18+, so good!!

all too well by @/spideyspeaches

one-shot, singer!reader, just what you'd expect from a story titled like a tswift song. especially that song

she doesn't even know by @loveaffaire

one-shot, best friend!peter

just you and me by @vampireoutofbusiness

one-shot, 18+, first time with peter, amazing!

angel eyes by @londonspidey

one-shot, 18+, first time with peter, the softest thing ever

✨Thor✨

lightning in my veins, and thunder in my chest by @blackberrybucky

one-shot, 18+, 🥵🥵

✨Loki✨

beyond bruises by @spilledkauffie

one-shot, jealous!loki

Others

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✨Chris Evans✨

munchies by @buckyhoney

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undercover boss by @chase-your-dreams-away

series, in progress, so good!!

✨Johny Storm✨

aftershocks by @mypoisonedvine

one-shot, 18+, enemies and lovers

✨Chris Beck✨

never had it from the start by @tinymalscoffee

one-shot, 18+, breaking up, angst and so much heartbreak

[avengers-sweethearts]

Throwback to one of my favorite series I’ve ever written🥰

The Proposal (Tom Holland x Reader) Series

As any aspiring actress knows, getting the first role isn’t easy; so you take what you can get. When Sony said they had a job for you, being Tom Holland’s assistant is not what you had in mind. Either way you hoped it would be a good connection to have for future reference. That was two years ago. When deportation threatens Tom’s career, a split second decision leaves you in a fake engagement to him. But what happens when the fake marriage turns into more than just a business arrangement? Will you be able to pull off the crazy scheme or will Tom be left at the altar with a runaway bride?

 Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Final Part

[karmelek-writes]

comfort zone | part 4

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when you love them but want someone else?

Word count: 7,5k

Warnings: angst, smut (masturbation, teasing, dirty talk), swearing, thoughts of sex

A/N: Hi guys! So part 4 of comfort zone is finally here! I'm so sorry you had to wait for so long but I really wanted to make sure that my work wasn't rushed and that I'm satisfied with how it turned out. Also thank you to everyone who waited for me to post this, you are the best! Special thank you to @tom-holland-is-spiderman-archive and @osterfieldshollandgirl for giving me ideas for the series, helping and supporting me and my work! 💕 I hope you love this part and I can't wait to hear your thoughts!

PS. If anyone wants to be tagged let me know!

Love, W 🖤

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes.

Read part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 - teaser, part 4 - teaser #2

When you agreed on Harrison’s proposal to take you out, you definitely didn’t expect him to go off for you. Right before you were to reach your destination the blonde asked you to put on a blindfold to cover your eyes so that you couldn’t see what was about to come. You weren’t too sure about it noticing that he was driving through acres of forests and meadows but a playful gleam in his eye somehow assured you that you could put your trust in him. The first thing that hit your senses when you got out of the car was the tangy smell of the forest. The cry of birds mixed with the soothing rusting of the trees has brought a wide grin to your face. Taking your hand in his, Harrison led you a few steps inland, ensuring you with a soft humming that you were going to love the surprise. After what felt like hours, he finally came to a halt, dropping your palm, but not without placing a small kiss on your knuckles. You stood in the same place for a while until you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist from behind. The action made a short gasp fall out of your mouth but you visibly relaxed inhaling the familiar scent of the blonde. With a low hum, he rested his head on your shoulder, rocking you two from side to side in slow motion to the rustle of the wind. You two were swinging, enjoying the peaceful moment. You hoped that Harrison couldn’t feel your rapid heartbeat caused by the proximity. Despite chilly gusts of wind brushing your skin, the goosebumps on your body were the result of Harrison’s silhouette pressed tight against your curves. Sighing softly you threw your head back wishing that you could stay in that position for years. Finding comfort in the warmth radiating from Harrison’s body your mind started wandering around your feelings towards the boy. You loved the effect he had on you, you felt calmer in his presence. He has become such a permanent part of your life in the course of the last few weeks that now you couldn’t imagine your day without a good morning message on your phone or not hearing his laugh on a daily basis. The boundary between friends and something more was long crossed but you still didn’t know what you were standing on. In the fear of your relationship shifting after mentioning your doubts, you decided to suck them in and not let Harrison know about the thoughts that were running through your mind. The loss of Tom hurt you, he still hasn’t hit you up and you started to feel like you deserved it. That’s why you were determined to keep the blonde in your life as he was one of the few people you cared about.

“What are you thinking about?” Harrison whispered in your ear as his hand travelled lower to rest on your hip.

“You,” you weren’t a good liar so you decided to be truthful, even if you didn’t give him a full answer.

“What about me?” you could sense a smirk in the tone of his voice, trying to persuade you to say what exactly was in your heart.

“I’m just wondering when did you become such a hopeless romantic.”

“Hmm… Don’t get too happy yet, I still can leave you here to die and no one would know.”

“Good thing you can’t live without my poor sense of humour and grumbling.”

“Don’t forget your horrible singing abilities, my favourite,” the last remark forced a giggle out of you which caused Harrison to laugh himself. When the laughter died out, he stepped away from you to remove the blindfold from your eyes.

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Breathing in the smell of leaves covered in tiny raindrops and freshly blossoming greenery, you were relaxing admiring the beauty of waves, carried by a soft gust of wind, crashing into the harsh surface of stony lakeshore while Harrison was preparing the place for you to spend the night. You insisted on helping but he dismissed you giving you time to adjust to the new scenery. Intrigued by the charm of the lake you chose to get up and take a walk to look around. The fear of getting lost in the middle of the unknown forest supported by the gathering darkness didn’t let you wander too far off but you still managed to discover some amazing spots that allowed you to take a few photos of the lake illuminated by the glow of the sunset. So cliche, you thought, shaking your head and laughing silently at your own cheesiness. Still, you were excited to show Harrison the photos, knowing that he’d love to see them. Coming back after a few minutes you noticed that almost everything was ready. Wood needed to light a bonfire was set by a bench, music playing softly in the back and snacks alongside a takeout on the table looking so delicious you contemplated on starting eating without Harrison. You decided against that, spotting him by the car finishing making your bed for the night. Unbeknownst to you, he purposely made a choice not to bring a tent so that you two could snuggle in the boot of his car. Even after moving the seats all the way forward there wasn’t that much space. Harrison knew that he would wake up with a sore back and a headache but he didn’t care about one sleepless night if it meant he would get close to you. All that was worth it to see a smile on your face and hold you in his arms even if it’s just for a few hours.

Watching Harrison suddenly made a playful thought cross your mind. Creeping around in the twilight, you swifty enveloped the car getting impossibly close to him, being careful not to alert him of your presence. You almost busted out laughing hearing Harrison singing along to Britney Spears’ Toxic that just sounded in the speakers. Containing your outburst, you extended your hand to grab the blonde's ankle. The sudden touch brought out a high-pitched scream from Harrison making you fall to the floor with tears in your eyes.

“What the hell?!” you heard him shout as he detected your silhouette wriggling from the laughter next to him.

“That was hilarious! You should have seen your face!” After calming down a bit you got up from the ground facing a visibly not amused man.

“Oh you think that’s funny?” Harrison rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in a fake anger. “I hit my head!” he groaned, hand moving to scratch the back of his skull.

“Aww, poor baby. I’ll kiss it later,” you cooed at him, feeling slight guilt creeping because of hurting him but it was quickly replaced by filth as unholy thoughts crossed through your mind after receiving a lusty look thrown in your way.

“You better,” Harrison proclaimed and you didn’t miss a way his eyes flickered to your lips for a split second before he smirked and walked past you.

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In Harrison’s mind winning you over wasn’t hard. He had a plan and it included being the best man he could be for you. Not that he normally wasn’t nice but when it came to you, he made sure to put extra effort in everything he was doing because he wanted to impress you so much. He failed to understand one thing, though, and it was his own admiration towards you. You were a good girl from a good house and Harrison knew that, he was your friend before but he couldn’t make out when he first realised he liked you and when liking you turned into being into you and when that turned into completely and utterly adoring you. His feelings crushed at him at the most unexpected moment and it scared him and thrilled at the same time. He was eager because you never failed to keep him on his toes, making him submit to you and falling in love with you every single day but also afraid because he never in his life felt such intense feelings towards any girl and he didn’t quite know what it meant for him. However, Harrison wasn’t stupid. He was more than aware of Tom’s feelings for you even if the man himself wasn’t yet. The way Tom spoke about you, with how much love your name rolled out of his mouth started making Harrison sick to his stomach. He was Tom’s friend but he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking to you or blocking you from his life. Harrison was breaking the bro code and he hated to be that person but he didn’t want to choose between love and friendship. That’s why he never told Tom about you. In his eyes, you and Harrison were just good friends who reconnected after losing contact. The blonde didn’t have the heart to reveal the truth, especially when Tom was venting to him about how he fucked up your friendship and how bad he wanted you back. He didn’t even have the courage to back up when the oldest Holland asked him for help with winning you back. That’s how he knew that Tom was about to call you tonight to make things right and that was the reason for your little adventure. Well, it wasn’t the only reason because he still wanted to do something nice for you and spend some quality time together but he still wished you forgot about Tom. He wished that after today you would see that Harrison was better for you than the bruette, because even though he was assured of your mutual attraction, he knew you still liked Tom. Another thing was that Harrison knew he was always the second choice. Most girls only talked to him to get with Tom and he was sick of being treated like a means to an end. Once in his life he wanted to be the chosen one, he wanted you to choose him. He hated himself for competing with his best friend for your favours, but what made him feel even worse was using Tom’s feelings to his advantage. Despite everything, they were still best friends. Harrison had Tom’s plan of making you like him again written in his head that’s why he was ten steps ahead in their game. He didn’t like referring to you as a prize someone could win, you weren’t an object that could satisfy anyone but that was how he felt - like a player who was too proud to back up even if he knew he should. The truth was Harrison was desperate. It’s been too long since he got a sense of comfort from someone, since he felt needed and wanted, and to his liking and hating, since someone made his skin burn just by a simple brush or caused his blood rush south just by glancing at him. He wanted- no, he needed that intimacy. He did what he did because it’s been too long since he felt like he was alive.

“Hey, are you okay?” your sweet, dripping with concern voice brought Harrison back to harsh reality.

“Oh, sorry. Yes, yes, I’m okay,” he didn’t know if he was trying to convince you or himself but it seemed to work as your full of worry eyes gleamed with their usual playfulness.

“You haven’t been listening to anything I said, have you?” a lopsided smile and apologetic glance sent your way were enough to confirm your suspicion. “It’s okay, it wasn’t anything interesting anyway,” you faked a chuckle to relieve some tension as you felt stupid for rambling. That must have been the reason Harrison zoned out, you thought, mentally scolding yourself for boring him.

“Hey, hey, no! Look at me, please,” at his plea you moved to face the blonde and you immediately melted just from looking straight into his ocean blue eyes. “I’m sorry for zoning out. Please, don’t think that I’m not interested in what you’re saying. It’s just um…” you sent him a warm smile noticing the hesitation in his melodic voice hoping it would help him to open up. The trick did its job as Harrison giggled at you. “It isn’t fair, you know?” he groaned playfully.

“What are you talking about?” you played stupid, sending him another “innocent” smile.

“THIS is what I’m talking about! You can’t just smile at me like that, it makes my knees weak and I want-” Harrison bit his tongue just in time to stop himself from saying something he’d regret later. He wasn’t ready to tell you about his feelings yet, as horrible as it sounded he needed to take Tom out of the picture first.

“And you want…” you didn’t let him get away with continuing, as you nodded at him to go on. Harrison cursed under his breath, not sure what to do next.

“I’ve just been having a rough time lately,” his mood shifted slightly and you probably wouldn’t notice if it wasn’t for him fidgeting with his fingers. You picked up that it was one of the things he used to do when he was nervous so you took matters into your own hands to lighten up the mood. You took his hand into yours, fingers intertwining with his as you squeezed his palm to silently assure him of your presence and support. Turning to face him you made a bold move to place a gentle kiss right at the corner of his mouth. You didn’t know what gave you confidence but you wanted to make him feel better, to show him you were there for him too. Pulling out slightly you made a mistake to avert your gaze from his lips and look him in the eyes. It felt as if the time stopped when Harrison subtly titled his head to the side without breaking eye contact. Desire evident in his azure irises consuming your soul, yet he hesitated to press his soft lips to your own. Noses brushing, you could feel his hot and uneven breath on your burning skin. Suddenly you forgot how to breathe, too occupied by the rapid heartbeat buzzing in your ears to pay attention to Harrison’s thumb caressing your rosy from excitement cheek.

“Whatever it is that you’re struggling with, I’m here for you,” you were scared to speak up so as not to ruin the sweet moment, so you whispered the words as delicately as you could, wishing that it could last forever. Harrison nodded at you, implying that he understood what you tried to say, too busy admiring your beauty from up close. After seeing his stare wandering on your features you suddenly became highly alerted of every single imperfection evident on your skin. Insecure of yourself, you turned away to look at the smouldering flames, too embarrassed to notice Harrison’s loving gaze.

“Make a wish,” his voice sounded after a few seconds of silence.

“What?” dumbfounded by his weird request, you looked up only to find Harrison pointing to something in the sky - to be precise, to a shooting star gliding through the night welkin above the clouds, lighting up the calm surface of the lake. You couldn’t help but peek at the blonde marvelling at the comet. Looking at him, you noticed the reflection of the white spot glistening in his glossy from the firepit smoke eyes. He has never looked more beautiful than in that moment, illuminated by the bloody-red flames dancing to the rhythm of the wind, gleam making him look more harsh and man-ish than usual. You didn’t know that it was possible but it made you even more attracted to him. You never believed that the wishes made after seeing a shooting star came true but on that specific occasion you made a wish hoping it would actually come true. The sweet moment was cut off by Harrison's phone going off. After a rushed “sorry” he took out the device, unlocked it and clicked on the new notification. You couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy growing in the pit of your stomach after noticing the message he’s just gotten.

From: Brooklyn

9:43p.m| Are you free to talk? I miss you :(

Feeling bad for peeking, you stood up to pick up your own phone. Hearing Harrison sighing deeply made you look up at him. Only then you acknowledged his discomfort portrayed by a tense jaw and a frown adorning his face. Meeting your gaze, he excused himself with an apologetic smile and stepped out of the field of vision to make a call, leaving you with your own thoughts. When three minutes passed and Harrison hadn’t come back yet, you unlocked your phone to check your social media. Out of boredom you went on Instagram and started scrolling through dozens of new posts when a new message from Tom popped on your screen. Seeing it, your heart sped up slightly as you were waiting for him to contact you for a long time. However, now when you were having a good time with Harrison you didn’t want to jeopardise your relationship with him. You couldn’t lie to yourself - you still had feelings for Tom, you knew they wouldn’t go away so quickly, but you felt comfortable with Harrison and started to see him as your potential new partner more and more. Maybe you couldn’t say you loved him but you weren’t stupid. You knew he was attracted to you and you were more than sure that he was aware of your desire too. You just wouldn’t admit that you liked him first.

Muting Tom’s contact on your phone, you decided to focus on the moment and enjoy your time with the man who didn’t leave you hanging for weeks. Noticing him coming back you smiled to yourself, hoping that Brooklyn wasn’t anyone who could destroy your happiness with Harrison. You thought that the message was a little suspicious, but didn’t want to take it for granted. It could have been anybody, even a family member that’s why you decided not to preach on it. Instead, you welcomed Harrison back with your soft blanket, nodding at him to join you by the firepit. The blonde sat down next to you, his chilly from the breeze body pressed to your warm one, causing goosebumps to show on your skin.

“You’re cold,” complaining playfully you pretended to move away only from him to pull you back into him, back pressed against his chest, arms trapping you in an embrace, hands intertwined with yours.

“Sorry, had to deal with something,” he sighed into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. “But now I’m here and I’m not going anywhere,” you felt Harrison’s nose brushing your skin as he whispered the words in your ear, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Loving the proximity, you threw your head back to gaze at the blonde. The angle allowed you to look in his orbs, nothing but adoration evident in them. All of a sudden you became emotional, Harrison being the first person in a while that made you feel so peaceful and full of hope. You didn’t have to worry when you were together. He’d do everything in his power to keep you safe and make sure everything was okay, and you felt an urge to express your gratitude.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” the words made Harrison pout as he saw your tender expression. He could melt from how sweet and pure you were. “I really needed to run away from everything and just forget but…” you stopped your ramble to glance at the lake, feeling too vulnerable in front of the guy you liked. Noticing the tears at the corner of your eye threatening to fall, Harrison gently grabbed your chin turning your head so that you could face him. Sensing that he wanted to say something, you beat him to it, finishing your previous thought.

“I… I just don’t want to run away anymore. I want to live in the moment with you and just adore you like you adore me and-” your words were suddenly cut off by two hands pulling you into a hug.

“It’s okay, I got you,” Harrison’s soft words made you want to burst out crying but somehow you kept the tears in keen on continuing your dilatation.

“I just felt so bad when Tom left, I made sure to keep it in but it hurt like hell. He was my best friend and suddenly he wasn’t there anymore, he stopped talking to me, making me feel like it was my fault. For weeks I was hoping he’d get back but he never did. I slowly started getting used to the lack of his presence but he had to contact me, today out of all the days when I’m here with you,” Harrison never interrupted you while you were talking, knowing that you had to let it all out. The trust you put in him made him feel special as you were venting to him about your issues and feelings. He high-fived himself in this mind, happy that you were slowly letting him in as someone more than just your friend. Still, he didn’t miss Tom’s name slipping out of your mouth and the fact that he texted you. So he really went along with his plan, Harrison thought, hoping that he’d chickened out letting him and you enjoy the moment. “But that’s besides the point,” Harrison snapped back to reality as you continued your little speech. “The point is, I felt like crap for the last couple of weeks but it brought me closer to you and somehow I don’t feel so crappy anymore,” you smiled, more to yourself than Harrison since he couldn’t see your face in the current position you were in, but you knew he understood when he squeezed you and planted a small kiss on your head. “So, I just wanted to thank you. You know, for making me feel less crappy,” you ended your monologue with a chuckle, feeling better than ever after admitting all the hurt you went through because of Tom. You didn’t realise how much you needed it after keeping it in and fighting your own thoughts every day. Now after confiding in Harrison you had a partner in crime that would always be up to listen. You couldn’t explain it but you just felt like you could trust him with every single fiber in your body.

“Wow, you’re so cheesy,” the blonde claimed, causing a laugh to escape your lips.

“Only for you, darling,” you flirted, lighting up the atmosphere as Harrison joined you laughing. After a few seconds, he pulled out from the hug to look you deep in the eyes.

“I’ll always take care of you,” abruptly growing shy from his focused gaze and lovely words you turned away feeling too many emotions at once.

“You just flirted with me a second ago and now you can’t even look me in the face as I say something nice,” Harrison huffed, faking resentment as he picked you up, throwing you by his shoulder and making his way to the car. “You must be smitten,” he finished, smirking after threats of kicking his ass and screams from fear of dropping you reached his ears.

“I’m not and I wasn’t flirting with you!”

“Sure thing,” he replied, not needing to continue the argument as both of you knew the truth. Soon enough, he let go of you, sitting you down in the boot of the car.

“You could’ve dropped me!”

“Come on, don’t be such a drama queen and move your ass,” rolling his eyes, Harrison made his way in the boot, turning out there was even less place for the two of you than he expected. He looked around, eyes trying to find anything that could be moved over or thrown away to make more space. Not too long after, he accepted that there’s no way you could extend the area. He started worrying about how you were supposed to even lay down. You seemed to think about the same thing judging by your equally troubled expression. Harrison couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the situation.

“Are you thinking about what I think you’re thinking?” he asked, resulting in a wide smile appearing on your face, crow’s feet showing.

“Well, looks like you’re sleeping on the ground today,” you joked, aware of how riled up it would make him.

“Hey, it’s my car after all so you should be the one sleeping outside!”

“You wish, Osterfield. What are we doing here anyway?” you asked, starting to tremble a little as the flickering flames from the firepit couldn’t warm you up any longer.

“Stargazing, of course!” exclaiming as if it was the most obvious thing in the world Harrison laid down as comfortably as he could, opening his arms for you in a welcoming manner. Noticing your sceptical look, he tried to pull you in by tugging the hem of your hoodie, but you wouldn’t budge so he decided to play dirty. He lifted himself up and grabbed you by the waist and pushed you on the bedding to lay you down on your back. His movement was swift so you didn’t even get a chance to resist, your inadvertence leading to Harrison hovering over you. The blonde was smiling at you but from that angle he looked so hot you couldn’t stop the throbbing between your legs. Clearing your throat, you moved a little to let Harrison know to give you some more space, but instead of obeying your silent request, he literally threw himself at you, putting all his weight on you. All of a sudden it was hard for you to breathe, you didn’t know whether from his body weight or vicinity.

“Harrison, you’re crushing me.”

“You’re comfortable, I don’t want to get up,” he groaned, head falling in the crook of your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.

“How are you supposed to stargaze if you can’t even see the sky? The stars are beautiful,” you hoped that maybe it would advert his attention but he hugged you even more tightly if it was possible.

“I’m looking at the most beautiful star out there,” he moved his head to flash you a wide grin before melting into your silhouette again and even if it caused the red flush creeping onto your cheeks you couldn’t not talk back.

“Who’s cheesy now, huh?”

“Mhm…” the hum was the only reaction you received from the boy who seemed to enjoy himself. After that, you two stayed silent, too caught up in your own thoughts to take up the conversation. However, the absence of sound wasn’t frustrating - you found peace in moments like this. Being in Harrison’s presence brought a new meaning of comfort in your dictionary - not only because of his stolen touches and soft hugs but also of not feeling the need to pretend to be someone you weren’t. He allowed you to be yourself, accepting all your flaws as if they were your best characteristics. That was yet another thing that kept you so drawn to him - loving you for who you were. No matter how goofy or miserable you looked, he was always there, welcoming you with his firm wide grin and blue orbs full of happiness. You didn’t like to admit it but if it wasn’t for Harrison, you’d probably still be drowning in misery. Every time you thought of it it only made you like him more. He was so selfless, putting other people’s good before his own. In your eyes, he was kind of perfect. Everyone looked so dull and transparent in comparison with him, not able to outgrow him in greatness. You also caught yourself daydreaming about him more often, which considering your neediness and creativity wasn’t such a good thing. You couldn’t count how many times you imagined him kissing you in so many different positions, claiming you as his own. Sometimes you wondered if he knew about your unholy thoughts because of the looks he’d send your way, eyes as lusty as your own. Yet, you never dared to ask him about his own fantasies. As much as you wanted him, needed him, you didn’t want to be the first one to crawl. Part of you desired for him to beg for you and you couldn’t make out whether it was because of your desperation or dominance that got unleashed after you started hanging out with Harrison. He brought out the new side of you, the one you never knew existed and you honestly loved it.

The ring of Harrison’s phone cut your thoughts short, startling the blonde as he joined the land of nod a few minutes prior, shallow breaths and fluttery snores providing a stereophonic accompaniment to the sound of leaves rustling now uneven, laboured filled with hoarseness in post-sleep haze.

“Who’s calling?” Harrison asked sleepily, not fully awakened yet.

“I don’t know, the phone’s in your back pocket.”

“Take it out, then,” he mumbled into your skin, hoping to get back to dreaming soon.

As Harrison requested, you extended your hand to grab the phone that stuck out of the pocket of his jeans only for your heart to drop at the sight of the person’s name.

“It’s Brooklyn,”

“Reject it.”

“But-”

“I’m busy now.”

“Doing what? Falling asleep?”

“No, spending quality time with you.”

“As far as I checked you were asleep a few seconds ago,”

“Just reject it, please.”

“It could be something important.”

“It’s not, believe me,” he was visibly fed up with talking to Brooklyn, whoever that was. You didn’t want to assume anything but there was something in your guts telling you that Brooklyn wouldn’t leave your mind for a while. After all, you weren’t exclusive. Harrison had every right to meet other people, just as you but something in you hoped it wasn’t the case. You tried to block the thought of being one of his conquests but why wouldn’t you be? He was young and incredibly handsome, not mentioning his lure. You were sure he had girls running after him, tempting him to sin. Yet, he’s here with you, something shouted in your brain. You sighed deeply, not wanting to believe that Harrison was doing so much for you for no reason. Your insecurities got the best of you, thoughts wandering around the mysterious girl. Was she prettier than you? Smarter than you? She could be anyone, maybe even a family member, you scolded yourself for your irrational behaviour. You couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of Brooklyn’s presence in the blonde’s life. Deciding not to dwell too much on the matter in order not to ruin your blissful mood, you chose to focus your attention on something more appealing. Only then your senses registered soft brushes of Harrison’s cherry lips travelling up and down your neck.

“Harrison?”

“Mhm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing your neck,” you wanted to call him out on being a smartass but the sensation of Harrison running his tongue on the ridge of your vein left you speechless as you tried to resist the urge to move your head to press your lips to his. The lack of your response alarmed him as he feared he went too far.

“Is it uncomfortable?”

“N-no,” you stuttered as your mind went numb, parting your lips to let a quiet moan escape.

“Does it feel good?” It was a rhetorical question, judging by the sounds you were making under him, but he had to make sure you wanted it too.

“Yes,” you muttered way too fast for your liking, a dirty smirk making its way to Harrison’s face as he felt you jerking your hips into him from the pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you could lie and say you didn’t want it but what was the point?

“Then beg for it,” the way Harrison whispered the words in your ear, kissing your sensitive spot just under it before taking the flesh of your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a little tug had you shivering.

“Please,” you breathed out, growing sweaty from his fingertips brushing along your neck, muscles contracting every time Harrison gripped it harder, whole body yearning for release. Harrison’s ability to make you quiver in a span of a few seconds has always been impressive to you, no one ever accomplishing such a challenging task.

“I think you have to try harder,” in an attempt to tease you, Harrison tilted his head to nibble on your bottom lip, hand trailing back down your sides to creep under the soft material of your sweatshirt, squeezing your waist fondly. Deezy with lust you arched your back to relieve the growing ache between your legs, core grinding against the blonde’s thigh, making a low rumble of pleasure rise from your chest. With newly found confidence, you grasped the nape of Harrison’s neck connecting your lips in a seductive and passionate kiss, not being able to keep your hands to yourself. Your other hand slipped into his hair, yanking the curls, pulling a growl out of him only for it to be swallowed by your tongue diving in between his lips. The kiss brought out a whole new wave of arousal washing over you, your slick folds already dripping.

“Please, Harrison, I need you so bad. Can’t take it anymore,” you couldn’t resist anymore, chasing your release as Harrison’s fingers painfully slowly were making their way to massage your breasts. He obeyed your request, pulling the material of a cloth higher to expose your chest, his pupils dilating and mouth watering at the magnificent sight in front of him.

“Good girl. Fuck, you're not wearing a bra?” Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, lips falling open in a silent moan as Harrison trailed kisses down the valley of your breasts, fingers pinching your sensitive nipples, tongue swirling against the flesh of your bosom. Mouthing his way up your cleavage, Harrison sucked light marks to the smooth coating of your collarbone, fingers threading through your hair gripping it tightly making your scalp burn as he forcefully tugged it pressing your skull into the pillow exposing your neck for his hungry lips. Harrison nibbled and tugged at your skin, making it turn red from the pressure, loving the sight of bruises creeping to adorn your silky body. He was desperate for you, placing himself between your legs, hips rutting into your clothed core at a rough pace. The gasps and groans that were falling from his lips were obscene as he thrust into you squirming with need.

“Fuck Harrison, I’m not going to last,” you managed to burst out, breath caught up in your throat as you felt the knot in your lower stomach untie, Harrison’s hard member devoting time to your tender nub, brushing it, tethering you to the edge.

“Let go for me, pretty girl. Let me hear you screaming my name,” your orgasm approached, the blissful cry of Harrison’s name thrashing against his eardrum, euphoric sensation overpowering your senses - stars flaring behind your shut close eyelids clouding your vision, muscles flinching steadily as you whirled under the boy. Coming back to reality took you a few seconds but you recomposed yourself as fast as your irises met Harrison’s azure ones, ready to please him. You didn’t even get the chance to unzip Harrison’s jeans and take out his manhood properly before you felt it twitch in your palm. You moved your hand up and down his shaft, sending shivers down his spine, the action forcing a throaty grunt out of his chest. He couldn’t help but buckle his groin into your grip, lust consuming him, every touch bringing him closer to release. It was a matter of seconds before he painted your abdomen panting heavily, sweat collecting on his forehead as he was coming down from the high. With his head thrown back, messy curls sticking to his wet face, and teeth pressed into his cherry rim he looked so lustfully, like a fallen angel sent to corrupt you, drag you into darkness, and being completely honest, you’d let him.

Calming down a little, Harrison titled his head to gaze at you, taking in your debauched appearance. Hair messy, face flushed, and a thin layer of sweat covering your body along the bites he’d left on your skin before were enough to turn him on again.

“That was…” you started, still overwhelmed but feeling the need to express your delight.

“Incredible?”

“I was thinking crazy, but incredible fits too,” you laughed at his choice of a word, happy that he enjoyed the moment as much as you did.

“I couldn’t go back to sleep and… you know…” Harrison loved every second of being intimate with you but the lump growing heavy in his chest from nerves pushed him into confessing his intentions. The sudden butterflies erupting in his stomach after fully registering what had happened moments before didn’t help either, as the blonde felt anxiety washing over him.

“I don’t think I do.”

“I wanted to make you feel good,” he didn’t want you to think that he just wanted to use you only to dump you or just to play with you. The thing going on between the two of you was serious to him and he feared you would take it the wrong way. Learning after Tom’s mistakes he wanted to make sure you fully understood his motives, hoping to keep you beside him now that you just crossed the fine line.

“Why?” You were more than sure why, you just wanted him to admit it out loud.

“Because you deserve it,” he shrugged, too agitated to see your reaction. However, after spotting your sceptical look he made a decision to tell you the truth. It was now or never and there was a possibility it was his only chance to let it all out. “Okay, I might like you a little bit so I just shot my shot,” mumbling under his breath, Harrison didn’t dare to look you in the eyes, becoming shy and you’d never seen him being so vulnerable but had to admit shyness looked pretty adorable on him.

“It was quite a lot for someone who likes me just a little bit, don’t you think?”

“Okay, maybe I like you a little more than a little bit but don’t flatter yourself,” Harrison sighed, finally making eye contact at which you smirked and hoicked your head meeting Harrison’s lips in a gentle peck, subtly letting him know you felt the same. He didn’t let the kiss last short, deepening it by his tongue poking your lip asking for permission to join your own muscle in a passionate dance. It lasted until both of you had to pull out to catch a breath and calm down your racing hearts. As Harrison wanted to dive back into the sea of pleasure a single thought popped up in his mind.

“Hey um… I know it’s kind of lame to say it now but it’s not really how I wanted our first kiss to go. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it! It’s just… I wanted it to happen in better circumstances,” he purred, now mad at himself that he wasted such a beautiful moment to happen between two people falling in love because of his neediness.

“Like not in the boot of your car?”

“Like on a date. It would be more romantic, I guess,” putting a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, Harrison let his thumb linger on your cheek, petting it lovingly, making you blush at the sweet gesture.

“See! I always knew you were a hopeless romantic,” you winked at the blonde, happier than ever for finally having proof of your thesis.

“Fuck off, man” seeing Harrison roll his eyes at you made you splutter out a giggle, smile breaking to your face. The young man was delighted to know that everything was happening in his favour. Maybe he would get his happy ending after all. “So what’s going to happen now?” he didn’t bite his tongue in time as the words left his mouth before he could even stop himself from blurring them out.

“Now I’m going to pee,” you realised that the question was asked regarding the status of your relationship but you didn’t want to have this conversation now, happy yet confused about your feelings as you still thought of Tom to some extent. Harrison didn’t deserve someone who couldn’t commit fully to him and you didn’t want to be the person to break his heart - that’s why you needed to overthink what happened. You knew you liked him but even if he helped you forget about Tom partly, brunette still hunted your dreams from time to time. You wanted to come clear to yourself first before agreeing to take the next step.

“Wow, you know how to kill the mood,” Harrison’s offended voice ringed in your ears but you knew it was all an act as he lifted himself on the elbows and made you some place to get out of the boot. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” his cuteness caused a pout to appear on your face, feeling glad to have someone who was caring so much about you.

“Come back quick, though.”

“Will do,” you smirked at his eagerness to be close to you, pulling him in for yet another kiss, not getting tired of his taste on your lips and tongue. “And perhaps later we’ll do it again but don’t flatter yourself,” you repeated his words from earlier, highly aware that it would rile him up. “Oh, and by the way, I won,” you smirked at him, feeling confident now that you won your little game, Harrison being the first one to break, excited that your relationship dynamic was going to change.

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As you took a few steps forwards from the car, you noticed that the flames dancing with the fire were now just coruscating, defeated by the tameless gust. Not thinking too much, you took out your phone to turn on the flashlight. Trying to find a convenient place for doing your thing you decided to check your messages and answer some texts. Only then you noticed that Tom sent you more than twenty messages in the course of the last ten minutes which honestly made you livid. Of course, now that you had fun he had to destroy your happiness. When his name that spelled out pain popped out on the screen, your ringtone sounding in your ears you didn’t hesitate to pick up and give him some piece of your mind.

“Oh my god, I didn’t think you would pick up. Um.. Hi!” he definitely was surprised judging by the high pitch of his voice. For a second your heart sped up hearing him for the first time in weeks but you quickly reminded yourself of his silent treatment. “Look, I know it’s a bit too late for that but I’m so sorry for not calling and texting-”

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s a little too late,” you cut him off, not caring if you were rude. He deserved it after breaking his promises and your trust.

“Y-yeah.. I-I know but…” you didn’t have nerves to listen to his poor apologies and excuses. You just wanted to go back to Harrison and enjoy your sweet time with him.

“Tom, listen I can’t really talk right now. I’m with Harrison and-”

“Wait, you’re with Harrison right now?”

“Yes, I am. What’s your deal?” you were getting irritated right now, mentally scolding yourself for spilling the beans about Harrison.

“Oh, so Brooklyn is with you guys?” Huh?! You couldn’t help the frown creeping on your forehead after hearing the name falling out from Tom’s mouth.

“Who the hell is Brooklyn?”

“His girlfriend?” His response sounded more like a question than a statement, making you feel like you missed something significant.

“WHAT?!”

“Well, I don’t know if they are official! The last time we spoke he said they were getting back together,” you couldn’t believe the words you heard. Harrison wouldn’t do something like that to you, would he? Maybe Tom just wanted to mess with you because of earlier when you dodged his messages. But why would he do that?

“When was the last time you spoke? W-wait, what do you mean they are getting back together?”

“Okay, slow down!” he huffed, taking a deep breath. “It was like a few days ago, I don’t really remember. By the way, Brooklyn is his ex, I thought he told you since he hangs out with you a lot and-,” you hung up, not caring about your best friend’s prayers for forgiveness, more confused than ever, betrayal and disgust sinking in the pit of your stomach.

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[duskholland]

I can already tell this series is going to be so lovely. I love how you’re going to dedicate a different part to each significant moment of wedding planning. I’m so excited to watch it all play out 🥺 super cute part, Abby!

The Wedding: Prologue

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: The one where Harrison proposes to Y/N.

Word Count: 1k

A/n: I am really excited for this series. I feel like I don’t write for Harrison that much so I am very excited to write for him.

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Marriage is a huge commitment. Marriage is not a piece of cake. Marriage is promising to acknowledge a person’s flaws and imperfections and to continue to love them with all of them. Your parents didn’t have the best marriage when you were growing up, and eventually got a divorce. Couples fight and that’s completely natural and normal, but you have to remember that you’re a team and you should both be fighting against the problem, and not fighting with each other.

Love had been very difficult for you to find. You had your fair share of boyfriends, none of them gave more than they were taking. You had fallen in love, but you have also fallen out of it just as quickly as you’d fallen in it. Relationships were hard and marriage was never brought up because of the fear of making the wrong choice, until Harrison came into your life.

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[petersasteria]

traitor || haz osterfield

sour masterlist || osterfield || sour taglist

2, 552 words w: angst (but u already knew that), cheating, sorry if it sucks, curse words italics are flashbacks, i have nothing against these people. this is fiction.

Selfish.

According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, the word ‘selfish’ is an adjective that means “concerned excessively or exclusively with oneself: seeking or concentrating on one's own advantage, pleasure, or well-being without regard for others”. When someone is described as selfish, it’s always seen as a negative thing and it should be. Being selfish isn’t a good thing and the only time you can be selfish is when you choose yourself for the first time after being selfless.

You and Harrison have been dating for two years and have been engaged for six months. If asked by anyone, you’d tell them that it’s been the best two years and six months of your life. In reality, the last three months of your relationship have been disappointing. Your stomach churned whenever you greeted Harrison at the door when he came home from work and you felt sick whenever Harrison ignored you.

Let’s go back to the beginning, shall we?

Harrison’s acting career has been dry. It made his mental health deteriorate and it made your heart break to see the man you love going through his lowest moment in life. He loved acting way more than modeling and it saddened him deeply. On a lighter note, he knew that no matter what happens in his life, you’ll always be there at the end of the day to kiss his worries away. For that, he was extremely grateful to have you. That was part of the reason why he proposed.

You were staring at him wide eyed as both of you sat on the couch, facing each other. It wasn’t fancy nor was it extravagant. It was just you and him eating Chinese food while watching ‘Girl From Nowhere’ Season 2 on Netflix. It wasn’t how you imagined to be proposed to, but it was still a spontaneous and private proposal and that made you love it.

“I, uh, I had everything planned, but I feel like this is the right time.” Harrison said as he looked at you nervously while holding the black velvet box in his hands. He carefully opened it and said, “I had this whole speech, but fuck it. I’ll just say everything from my heart. Y/N, I love you so fucking much and I know that you’re the right one for me. You stuck with me through the good and the bad and I loved you even more for it. You took care of me and you loved me even if I was saying mean stuff when I’m mad. With you, I could face every challenge because at the end of the day, I’ll see you and everything will be ten times better. That being said, I want to wake up next to you everyday for the rest of my life and I want to be there for you for as long as you’ll have me. Will you-”

“Yes.” You nodded with tears streaming down your face. He smiled at you as you both cried tears of joy. He slipped the ring on your finger before kissing you passionately. It was a night that you’ll never forget. Everyone freaked out when you told them and they were excited for both of you.

After getting engaged, Harrison’s life shifted. He was happier and he was slowly getting better with your help. He loved staying at home now and he was more domestic. He actually felt like a stay-at-home husband already and he didn’t mind. He took this time as a break from acting, so that he could focus more on his mental health before going back and auditioning.

His modeling career, however, was booming. His pictures were everywhere and he keeps getting calls from different brands to model their clothes. He didn’t accept them all because he wasn’t ready. Now that he was getting better, he accepted some of the offers and went back to work. Of course, you tagged along just like you always did.

He was doing a photoshoot for some high-end brand today and you were excited for him. He deserved the world and seeing him in his element made you proud. Just like before, it was the same routine. Harrison would pose for pictures and you would stand behind the camera to watch him. Sometimes, you’d walk around or just go to the snack table to make small talk with some people. That’s when you met her.

“You must be really proud of your boyfriend.”

A voice said, startling you. You looked to your left and saw a gorgeous girl wearing the same brand of clothing Harrison was modeling. In truth, it made you feel insecure, but you kept in mind that Harrison saw you at your worst yet he still stayed. Thinking that didn’t make your insecurity fully go away, but it did ease you.

You glanced at where Harrison was over your shoulder before turning to face her, “Yeah, I’m very proud of him. He deserves all of this.”

She smiled, “I’m Gracie.” You both shook hands and introduced yourself too before fully turning around to look at Harrison more. Gracie moved to stand next to you and said, “I spoke to him a while ago. He’s really nice. You’re super lucky.”

“I am.” You nodded in agreement. You didn’t know why, but you felt uneasy when she’s near you and you’ve never met her before until now. You just shook it off, thinking it was just your nerves acting up again because of meeting someone new. But something was off. Really off.

“Do you model too?” Gracie asked nicely.

You shook your head and chuckled awkwardly, “Nah, that’s his thing. I prefer painting and developing websites.”

“Whoa! Those two are, like, at two different ends of the spectrum. They’re so different.” She chuckled. You nodded, “Yeah, they’re very different. It’s nice, though. I oddly find it stress relieving. Maybe it’s because of the colors.”

“Maybe.” Gracie said before clasping her hands together. “Well, I have to go now. It’s my turn to get my pictures taken. It was nice talking to you, Y/N.” She didn’t give you a chance to respond because she immediately left after that.

Harrison quickly walked over to you as soon as he was finished and he pulled you in for a hug, making you laugh. “What’re you hugging me for?” You chuckled, hugging him back.

“Nothing. I just missed you.” He said cheekily, kissing your cheek before pulling away. “I’m done here. I’ll just get dressed in my clothes and we can go eat somewhere. How does that sound?”

“That sounds amazing.” You smiled at him. He smiled at you as he held your right hand, “Alright. Give me ten minutes and I’ll meet you here. Don’t leave.” He kissed your hand and started walking backwards as he slowly let go. “Stay right there, okay?” He called out.

“Watch where you’re going!” You said loudly, shaking your head with a big smile on your face. He was a weirdo, but that’s what you loved about him.

Weeks later, you noticed that everywhere Harrison was, Gracie would be there. Suddenly, the sinking feeling was back and it was worse than before. Something wasn’t right with her and you felt guilty for feeling that way. Harrison would always assure you that they were friends, but it wasn’t enough. At one point, Harrison finally snapped and yelled at you.

“You’re so fucking paranoid, Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you that we’re just friends?! Do you not trust me?” Harrison shouted.

“Of course, I trust you!” You raised your voice. “I just don’t trust her around you and I’m sorry, but she’s fucking suspicious, don’t you think?! Everywhere you are, she’s there! It’s like she’s taunting me and it’s like she’s watching our every move so she knows when to strike.”

“Are you hearing yourself? You sound insane, Y/N! We’re engaged for fuck’s sake! I would never betray you like that and you know it!” Harrison angrily said.

About two months later, Harrison forgot about what he said; he forgot that he would never betray you. It’s kind of ironic because he seemed really happy and unbothered when he betrayed your trust. It wasn’t until the next day when he realized that he cheated on you with the girl you were worried about.

“Fuck.” Harrison mumbled as he stared at the ceiling, only the thin sheets covering his lower half. He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed in frustration.

“I’m going.” He quickly got out of bed and got dressed. “I have to tell Y/N. This was a mistake.”

“If you tell her, you’ll lose her. I know you don’t want that to happen.” She told him with a sly smirk. “Besides, you’re not happy with her anymore. I can see it with my own eyes. If you don’t tell Y/N, you get to keep her and you get to have me on the side.”

He knew he should’ve said no, but it seemed enticing at that time so he agreed. Soon, the guilt washed away and he got to keep both of you. It was selfish of him to keep two girls instead of letting go of one. His reason? If he loses one of you, he still gets to have one. It was selfish and vile and you hated him as soon as you found out.

Harrison knew he was being selfish, but he didn’t do anything to make things right. He knew it was wrong from the start, but he didn’t stop himself before things took a different turn. He hated himself for it, but for some odd reason, he didn’t feel sorry. He knew himself enough to know that the only reason he was sorry is because he didn’t become the truthful man his mother raised him to be. That, above all, was the most disappointing thing he’s ever done.

In a way, you were selfish too. You sensed that he was cheating on you, but you stayed because you wanted to keep him by your side. You knew you could very well move on and you knew he could be free if you left him as soon as you found out, but you stayed quiet. You wanted him all to yourself just so you could feel that he was still yours.

You didn’t know what the breaking point was, but Harrison broke it off with you. He never admitted to cheating, but he did say that there was no spark anymore. He never mentioned Gracie and you never mentioned what you knew. Instead, you just left and gave him the engagement ring back.

Two weeks later, Tom decided to throw a small party to celebrate something. You forgot what it was for, but you were invited. Tom was like a brother to you and you didn’t want your breakup with Harrison to get in the way of you having fun.

“Y/N, you came!” Tom exclaimed when he opened the door. He pulled you in for a quick hug before letting you in. He spoke with you for a while before getting pulled away by Jacob which made you laugh. You were helping yourself to some snacks when you heard giggling in the corner. You turned to see who that was, but you immediately regretted it.

Gracie was standing there with Harrison and they were feeling each other up and giggling like high schoolers. It made you sick. You didn;t know what came over you, but you just went up to them and started talking. You were angry and betrayed.

“So, I was right the whole time.” You stood in front of them with your arms crossed. Harrison looked at you and he opened his mouth to explain, but you cut him off. “Save it. I knew there was something off about her and I knew there was something going on between the two of you when we were together.”

“I didn’t expect you to be that kind of guy, Haz, but you always surprise me with your antics. You keep telling me that you and her are just friends and looking at both of you now, you guys don’t look like friends. Jesus, it’s only been two weeks and you immediately ran off to be with her?!” You said loudly. You didn’t notice that the music’s volume was turned down and you also failed to notice everyone watching the three of you.

“Now you’re parading her here as if we didn’t happen; as if our relationship meant nothing to you! This just goes to show that towards the end of our relationship, you didn’t love me anymore because if you did, we wouldn’t be in this situation right now and you’d be begging for forgiveness.”

They just stared at you, feeling embarrassed. To make things worse, you were already crying. “I wanted to marry you, Haz. I wanted to wake up next to you, make breakfast with you, and start a fucking family with you! I loved you with all my heart and I stayed with you through your worst fucking times and she gets the best version of you?! Fuck, that’s hurtful AND offensive!” You spat, every word dripped with venom.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Harrison said. “I’m really, really-”

You shook your head, “No, you’re not. If you were sorry, you would’ve come clean and you would’ve apologized the second after you cheated on me the first time. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t let it happen over and over. But you didn’t do any of those. You stayed with me while you went behind my back to fuck her, then you’d come home to yell at me and tell me that I’m paranoid and that I didn’t trust you. You betrayed me, Haz.”

“I bet that none of our friends know about this.” You looked around and suddenly you were aware of where you were. You made eye contact with Tom and he looked disappointed and hurt. He never knew his best mate was capable of doing that. You looked at Harrison once more, “I hate you so much for what you did. I wish I never met you and I wish I never wasted my time on you, asshole. I hope that every trace of me is still in your bed, so both of you could remember how you betrayed me and I hope karma comes around for both of you because what you did was wrong.”

You looked at Gracie and said, “You knew he was taken and you still went for it. Women should be sticking together and not turning against each other. Maybe in another life, we’d be friends, but whenever I look at you, I get sick.”

You wiped your tears and took a deep breath before turning around to face Tom. “T, I’m sorry I ruined your party. I’ll go home now. I don’t belong here. Thanks for inviting me.” You smiled softly at him.

“Yeah, anytime.” He said, not looking at you because he was glaring at Harrison.

You walked out of Tom’s house and walked home. You didn’t know how long it’ll take for you to heal, but you felt a weight being lifted off of you after letting out all your feelings.

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[let-me-luve-you]

Memory Failed Me

Tom Holland x Sister (and a little bit of Haz)

Summary: What was supposed to be a special night with Harrison, turns into a night in the hospital.

Warnings: Car wreck, injuries, angst

A/N: I hope I got Haz’s mom right. I googled.

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“Haz, take care of her.” Tom said as you and Haz were going off on your date.

“I always do.” Harrison responded.

“Tom. We’ve been dating two years already. Let up on him. He’s your best friend.” You replied.

“I’ll never let up when it comes to you y/n/n. I love you. You guys be safe tonight.” Tom said as he gave you a kiss on the cheek and walked back towards his room.

“He will never not be protective.” You laughed. Harrison nodding his head as he guided you out of the house and towards the car.

“I told him when he first found out, that if I ever hurt you, I would willingly go to him so he can kill me.” Harrison laughed as he started the car. You laughed as well. Harrison started driving. He was surprising you by taking you into London to eat at a fancy restaurant that over looks the water.

After ten minutes of driving, you came to a red light. Harrison turned and smiled at you.

“You going to tell me where we are going now?” You asked as you brought his hand to your lips to give it a kiss.

“No love. That’s not how surprises work.” Harrison laughed and started to drive as the light turned green. You heard metal on metal before everything went black.

“Tom! Tom! Bud where are you?” Dom yelled through Tom’s house. Tom walked out of his room rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Where have you been? I’ve been calling you. Get changed and come on. We have to go.”

“Dad. What is going on?” Tom asked starting to get scared at how his dad was acting. Tom walked to his room to changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He slid on his shoes with no socks. Dom stood in the doorway watching his oldest.

“It’s Harrison and Y/N. They were in an accident and are at the hospital. Y/N just got out of surgery. That’s all they would tell us. Now come on.” Dom rushed Tom. Tom grabbed his phone and wallet off his bedside table before rushing out to his parents car. The hospital drive felt like forever but when they parked the car, they rushed into the hospital.

“We are here for Y/N Holland.” Nikki said to the receptionist.

“Dom. Nikki.” Tom heard. He turned to see Harrison’s mum, Phil, walking up to them. Tears in her eyes.

“What happened?” Nikki asked as she hugged the woman.

“Harrison was taking Y/N into the city. They were hit by someone running a red light.” Phil said. Dom was about to ask how her son was doing when she beat him to it. “Harrison is fine. A few cuts and a minor concussion. The car hit on Y/N side. How is she? They won’t tell me anything.”


“Mr. and Mrs. Holland. Mrs. Osterfield. If you will follow me, I can take you to see your children.” A nurse said interrupting the conversation. The nurse led them to two doors right next to each other. “Harrison is in here. Y/N is here.” The nurse smiled and walked away as the doctor walked up.

“I am taking care of Harrison and Y/N. They were both extremely lucky tonight.” Tom didn’t stay to listen to the doctor. He walked towards Y/N door and let himself in. She looked so small and broken laying in the bed. Her left arm wrapped and in a sling. She was staring out the window.

“Y/N. Baby girl, how are you doing?” Tom asked. Y/N looked at him and looked scared.

“Do I know you? Who are you? Where’s Harrison?” Y/N asked all at once. Tom looked confused.

“It’s me. Tom. I’m one of your older brothers.” Tom said sitting in the chair at the end of the bed.

“I don’t know you. Please leave.” Y/N said near tears. At that time Dom, Nikki, and the doctor followed.

“Why doesn’t she know me?” Tom asked the doctor. The doctor looked confused. He didn’t know amnesia was a thing for her. She answered all the questions perfectly when they asked earlier.

“What?” The doctor asked. “Y/N, do you know who these people are?” Y/N shook her head no looking scared. Nikki and Dom looking on scared and sad for their daughter. “Y/N how old are you?”

“20” You answered.

“Who did you come here with tonight?”

“I came in with Harrison. Where is Harrison? Why won’t anyone let me see him?” You started to cry. This killed Tom knowing he can’t go comfort you. He pulled his phone out to text Harry, Sam, and Paddy about what happened and how everything was. They all went into the city earlier this afternoon and didn’t plan on being back until late.

“Okay Y/N. We will go get Harrison.” The doctor said going out into the hall. Returning shortly with Harrison in a wheelchair and Phil following.

“Y/N girl. I’m here.” Harrison said as he grabbed you hand. “You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m scared Haz. Why can’t I remember?” You said as you scooted closer to Harrison.

“I don’t know baby. The doctors will find that out. Can you do me a favor?” Harrison asked nicely kissing your hand that he was holding. “Give these people a chance. Try to talk to them. Maybe it will spark your memory. You love them a lot. I know you do.” You looked at everyone that was standing on the other side of the room. You looked back at Harrison and gave a small nod. He smiled back at you. “Okay. I have to go back to my room for the night. But I will be back first thing tomorrow morning. Try to get some sleep.”

Harrison was rolled out of your room back to his own. Nikki and Dom slowly stepped towards you. Tom followed Harrison into his room.

“Mate. What happened?” Tom said as he saw Harrison crawling back into bed.

“I’m not sure. One second we were laughing and the next thing I know, I’m waking up in this room.” Harrison said. “I had all these special plans for tonight. We were going to this beautiful rooftop restaurant. I was going..” He paused. “I was going to propose tonight. Tom I don’t know what happened. I swear I didn’t mean to get her hurt.”

“Woah! It’s okay.” Tom said putting a hand on Harrison’s shoulder to push him back down and another on his arm in a comforting way. “I don’t blame you. I blame the person that ran the red light. Are you okay?”

“I mean I have a wicked headache and I’m kind of sore, but I’m fine. I think I’m more worried about Y/N.” Harrison said. Tom nodded in understanding whispering ‘it’s okay.’

Tom pulled his phone back out and responded to his brothers many text messages. Telling them to just go home for the night and come see her in the morning.

Dom and Nikki were talking to the doctor in the hallway when Tom left Harrison’s room.

“She should get her memory back soon. This is a mild case of amnesia. Until then, be patient with her.” The doctor said. Nikki and Dom nodded. “Now, we can’t do anything else tonight, so you might want to go home and get some sleep.”

“I’d like to stay with her, if that’s okay?” Tom asked his parents and the doctor. Dom and Nikki looked at each other and nodded before looking at the doctor.

“Okay. We can get you a blanket.” The doctor walked to the nurses station to inform them about Tom staying. Tom hugged his parents goodbye. He walked in to see Y/N sleeping. He sat down and stared at her for a few minutes. A nurse walked in and handed him the blanket before checking on you.

Tom stayed up all night. Around 5 am you woke up and saw Tom starting to drift off to sleep.

“Tom? What.. What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I wanted you to have someone with you. Didn’t feel right to leave you and mum and dad needed sleep so I stayed.” Tom said sitting up a little bit. “Wait?” Tom shot up, very much awake. “Y/N do you remember me?”

“Of course I do you Goofy Goober. You’re my annoying brother.” You said as Tom grabbed your hand.

“Tell me something only you know about me.” Tom demanded.

“When it’s just you and me together for the day, you like to have movie days in my room after we cook and bake a lot of food.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand.

“Oh my gosh you’re okay.” Tom said with a sigh. “I’m so glad you’re okay Y/N/N.” He stood up and kissed your forehead.

“I’m okay now. I promise. I’m sorry for the scare.” You said. “Is Harrison still here?”

“He’s next door asleep.” Tom answered. “Don’t be sorry for anything. You couldn’t help anything that happened in the past twelve hours. Now. Get some sleep. I love you. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Thank you for always being here for me, Tom. I love you.” you said as Tom smiled at you.

[drewstarky]

rakes | chapter one

pairing: regency!Harrison Osterfield x regency!reader

words: 2.3k ish

warnings:  bridgerton s1 spoilers, swearing I think? little bit of smut

a/n: im so excited for this series. Like I'm obsessed with Bridgerton and have been reading the books so this is my take at a story like this :)

series masterlist

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers

We have finally bestowed ourselves upon a new season's rush, which has every eligible lady hoping to have a suitor or a few lined up by the first night, at least enough to keep the vicious mama’s off their backs, and the many of suitors looking for a wife to bear their next of kin. Now that the diamond of the last season is formally wed, I ask dear reader, who else shall we look to for this season’s most eligible? Perhaps we should be looking to someone new in town, who has arrived as the formal company to the Duke, and now may I say Duchess of Hastings. It is said to have seen the late Earl of Beaumont’s daughter’s arrival. It is said she is an old family friend of the young duke’s late mother. She has apparently come all the way from France, and may I say reader, after her first tragic entrance into society we can only hope things go well, or you'll hear about it from myself. She carries on the last lineage to the family, as her estranged aunt had bore no children. It is said, however, the new Earl of Beaumont is no other than the bastard child of Lady Y/n’s uncle. Let us all hope the venom that was brought onto that family has not reached the young and upcoming Lady Y/n, nor the Earl of Beaumont.

However, dear reader, the recent Viscount Featherington has mysteriously passed, leaving his wife, Lady Feathrington, and three daughters, to fend the ton. Perhaps once they are presented this year, they shall have better luck at becoming the season’s most eligible as they will need that luck for our most eligible suitor.

As of note, reader, our most eligible suitor since the duke is now officially out of the game, I turn your eyes upon the new Viscount Holland. Since the passing of the Lord’s father, he is now the most worthy of the title of most eligible. With not only his charming looks, but he is also said to be. He now has the duty of finding a wife to carry on the Holland name. All I can say for sure is he is the one to look for at a soiree and without acting quick, perhaps Lady Y/n will catch the eye of the most eligible suitor now.

It is heard also dear reader the most infamous rake of the ton, Son of the late Viscount Osterfield, Lord Osterfield is to be back in town. Maybe he will be looking to catch the eye of some ladies of the ton, but beware dear reader, Lady’s and Mama’s as his reputation upholds itself, and may not change anytime soon.

“Thomas! Have you read this yet?!”

Patrick Holland, the youngest of the four Holland Brothers comes yelling, almost rushing into the Viscount’s study like a paperboy.

The Eldest of the four looks at the boy’s hand, to only read one gossip paper title.

“Paddy, I do not read rubbish such as Lady Whistledown.” Thomas sighs trying to get his late father’s affairs in order.

Dominic had only left the name of his successor as Tom, and no instructions of how to do anything other than making sure everything was in order. Although he was in such luck to not have sisters such as his friend, Viscount Anthony Bridgerton, and having to deal with finding worthy matches for them, he still had to keep his brothers in line, such as not mucking up a lady’s virtue, or getting caught in any sort of scandal for Lady Whistledown to sniff out like a bloodhound.

“But Tom! She writes about you!” Paddy mentions in haste.

“What is all this yelling about!?” Harold Holland, the eldest of the twin brothers slips into the study along with said twin brother, Samuel Holland

“Harry, Sam, Tell Tom to read the recent Lady Whistledown! She mentions the Earl of Beaumont’s daughter and Tom-“

“Really? Give it here!” Harry snatches the paper out of his hands, before reading it with Sam over his shoulder.

After reading it the room fell silent for a minute. The three youngest deep in thought.

“Isn’t Lady Y/n the only one to be debuted and be out of a season before its end?” Sam asks “It’s never been heard of but apparently she never got any proposals-“

“Do you think Osterfield will try and sweep her off her feet? He did write two days ago of his late arrival into the season.” Harry mentions.

“Yeah but not before he tries to get under her skirt Harry-“ Sam gently shoves his twin.

“What If she’s ugly? Sam? Harry? What will he do then?” Paddy quips back.

“You of the lot could try and get with her then!” Harry says and shoves Sam back. Soon enough the whole room is filled with lighthearted arguing from the brothers.

“ENOUGH!” Thomas yells over them rubbing his temples. “That is enough.”

They all mumble apologies.

Tom sighs, “I’m sorry myself. Father just left a lot for me, and you three need not get into trouble. Especially with the Lady with her popularity, and even more, not Lady Whistledown… Now let me see what the pompous lady wrote about me.”

“I cannot bear to leave you two, all to find a man to keep my family line going. How frivolous -”

“Oh come on Y/n! You do wish to lie to me when I know finding company of a husband is all you dreamed of since you were a girl.”

“Yes well Simon, if I only could make a wife as lovely as yours, then I would be worthwhile to have a husband and some children of my own such as your family.” You smile down in Daphne’s arms, where their son lies, “Yet you know how much I do despise not traveling the world, as far away from my aunt’s claws as possible.”

“Ah yes, your Aunt Beast-rice- I mean Beatrice.”

“Simon! Not funny! If she heard you from here she’d kill you with just one look at her beastly form!” you joke back.

After the laughter calms down you bid your goodbyes.

“I mustn’t keep the queen waiting, nor your gracious family Hosting me Daphne. I thank you dearly again for letting me stay after, well,-”

“It is no problem at all. Now make Haste, as I know my siblings and Mama have many questions for you already. Especially Eloise! She is excited to know about your travels!”

“And I shall answer them all! Goodbye, your Graces!”

“And to you, Lady Y/n!” Daphne replies.

Stepping up into your carriage you nod towards your old friend and wave to his wife, before settling into your seat for the journey ahead.

You had never in a million years thought Simon of all people would get married, nor that you, well, necessarily wouldn’t want to. After all that had happened in the past three years, your parents passing, and all the scandal and sabotage your family went through, well it seemed impossible for yourself to ever be back in London.

It had to be your duty now more than ever to find a husband so that the witch of your aunt couldn’t grasp her vicious claws and try to ruin you as well. After what your uncle did, it would be sacrilegious to do so, so the only fate for you was finding a worthy match to keep you in the comfort of knowing your family was safe.

Love was not on the table anymore, at least it is what you thought. Your parents had a rare love, and in one season, you knew you couldn’t find it that easily, as your fate was more like a business transaction rather than a place for finding the one for you.

At least you had faith in the new Earl to help you find a match. The two of you had been friends as children, of the ripe age of you at four and him at seven, the two of you had been inseparable, almost like you were siblings. As you got older, you were convinced that no matter his bloodline, you were his sister. Your father had instilled that family bond in the two of you. Even the staff would say “Y/n and William are an inseparable pair of siblings”.

That is until the actual wicked man, Willam’s father tried to get him to claim his rightful place as the next real Earl since he was your uncle's bastard child, and there were no other “strong options”. The man even tried to find a way to get himself to be the Earl of Beaumont years before. He had brought this upon William’s seventeenth birthday, interrupting the whole party after not seeing any of the family for six years. Uncle Hugh had never come after marrying his new wife, Aunt Beatrice.

You had never met the new woman your uncle married at that point, you could only remember your Aunt Anne Mysteriously passing suddenly before your uncle Hugh had married the beast. At the age of eight, you were convinced she had some sort of spell on your uncle, as you found weird herbs in her chambers when they got married. Your Mother brushed it off when you tattled and told you it was probably just to make some rouge or something with it. You were still convinced she was bewitching everyone.

When William refused to take ownership of the title, uncle Hugh was livid. Then he decided to take matters into his own hands.

You brush off the chills in your spine even thinking about your debut into society. It was the most wretched night of your life.

“We are here Lady Y/n.”

You shake off the memories, coming back into reality, stepping out into the inn Simon suggested you stay in, instead of riding in the night.

It was quaint and small, it was nice for a place like this, though you had stayed in worse places in your travels.

You stepped out of your carriage and headed into the inn.

You couldn’t sleep. It was two days before your debut back into society and you kept waking up sweating with nightmares, or hearing the pounding and a woman and a man yelling- or something of the sorts- through the walls. You had the urge almost to go knock on their door to tell them that they were being too loud, yet you didn’t.

How on earth were you supposed to get up at an unholy hour to ride half of the day only to be swept up into the chaos of being introduced back into society the moment you were to arrive. You had to get many dresses, shoes, rouge, and hair accessories, and plenty more to just begin your day. All with pushing past everything of what you even began to feel about it all.

Your parents were not going to be there. Never to see any of the firsts of you getting betrothed, or wedding to your betrothed, having children, or even possibly, by chance, the love you would share in your life. Your world had come crashing down when they died, so how could you possibly build it again without them there?

Harrison Osterfield was taking a promenade in this lady’s well- I think you’ll get the picture. As she laid on the bed moaning as he thrust into her, the bed in the inn halfway toward his home was shaking and banging on the paper-thin walls with his powerful movements. He was a known regular at the inn and in England, he was known as one of the most infamous rakes in town. Being so of his reputation, he kept it to a high standard. She was a performer of some sort- that he could not remember- traveling back with him on his journey for pleasure purposes. He had just finished round three, of intercourse, after a few rounds of, well other such naughty yet delightful actions that took place.

“AH!” she moaned orgasming, Katie? Was it? Or was it Kitty?. Harrison couldn’t remember or even care to.

He kept thrusting a few times more until he pulled out and came into a handkerchief.

After being all intercourse-d out she sleepily rolled over her naked form, grabbing her things. She knew this is where her stop was ending with him and was going back to her room, to travel with her relative who was also in the business the next day.

“Thanks for the ride m’lord.” she mocked slightly after getting dressed in her nightgown heading to her room, “until next time”

Harrison just smirked back.

Laying back onto the covers after the smell of sex, he thought how his stepfather James, had warned him of his current status of rakishness hindering him from finding a bride.

He’d prove he could woo any woman, and make her fall so deeply in love with him that she would want to marry him. And that was his plan this season. Last season’s diamond of the first water was married in a whirlwind, so he assumed he could do it quicker and get a new reputation among the ton, by marrying her.

Then at least his sister Charlotte wouldn’t be doomed when she was introduced to society in the next few years, that she could marry whomever her heart desired. And at least, he could help her from changing his reputation, by marrying. His rakish days of course would be over, but at least he could change their minds on the Osterfield Family.

@spideyspeaches @greenorangevioletgrass @take-me-to-ny

[mrs-hollandstan]

“Why was mommy screaming daddy’s name?” prompt with uncle!tom and dad!haz’s and yn’s daughter(mob au)

I love this shit lol

Tom kneels as little Willow runs into his arms, big eyes even bigger as if she's scared. He hugs her into him. An Osterfield was still his best friend, but since you'd come around and had Willow, that torch was passed from Haz to Willow. She was Tom's everything. He lifts her up, holding her onto his hip, 

"Lets make some breakfast, yeah darling?" He poses. She nods, laying her head against his shoulder and pulling her thumb into her mouth. He quickly whips up a pancake batter, adding a handful of chocolate chips for the three year old in his arms. He sets her on the island across from the stove to stir and measure it out, 

"You're quiet sweet girl. Something wrong?" He asks. When he looks to her, her tiny head is cocked and her little light colored eyebrows are furrowed, 

"Why did mummy scream daddy’s name last night?" She asks. Tom swears his heart stops as he stares at her wide eyed. He glances up as Harrison enters the room, light blue button up billowing from his body, his normal slacks clung to his legs. Tom can spot a hickey where his neck meets his collarbone.  He smiles, 

"Smells nice in here. Good morning beautiful girl." He croons, leaning in to kiss Willow's cheek. Tom swallows, laddling batter onto the skillet, 

"Uhm-"

"Was there a monster like the one in my closet?" 

"No baby, no. Nothing like that uhm…" Harrison stares at the duo with furrowed brows, "mummy… yelled daddy’s name because she stubbed her toe on the bed leg." Tom proposes. Harrison's eyebrows have shot up into his hairline, mouth hung open in shock. Willow pouts, letting Tom press her little face into his chest, stroking the back of her head. Tom widens his eyes at Harrison who swallows. Willow turns to Harrison, 

"Is mumma okay?" She asks worriedly. Harrison nods, moving forward to stand before Tom and his baby girl,

"Yeah angel, she's okay. Just got a sore toe. She's alright though." Harrison adds to Tom's lie. He knew you both wanted another baby and even if Willow and Tom were the best of friends, there's only so long she can go without the attention from you and Haz. Daddy swore to protect her and love her and gives the best hugs and mommy gives the best kisses and makes her laugh and has tea parties with her the most while daddy and Uncle Tommy work. There was very limited time to try for a baby. Harrison swoops in as Tom retreats to the stove, smoothing hair from Willow's face, 

"Your mumma is not hurt. And when we go wake her up with breakfast she's gonna be so sad that you're sad. But I wouldn't let anything happen to her or you. I promise, okay?" He coos to her. She nods up at him, beautiful eyes sparkling. He leans in to kiss her nose before turning to Tom. The brunette raises an eyebrow, 

"What happened to the quiet stuff?" He poses softly. Harrison clears his throat, smiling at Willow, 

"I got a good one out of her. She nearly passed out." Blood pumps through Harrison's body quickly at the memory of you and him, you collapsing on top of him, completely spent with your vision nearly gone. Tom hums, 

"You kill her and one, no new baby and two, Willow will never speak to you again." 

"I got it, I got it. I can feel it this time. Like this one'll stick." Harrison says a little proudly. Tom nods, 

"Good. You know I have more room in my arms for another one. I dunno how Willow'll like it though." 

"She's gonna make a great big sister." Harrison swears. Tom nods, 

"I have no doubt about that." Tom says. Rubbing Tom's shoulders, Harrison sighs, 

"Thanks for covering pal."

"Yeah… next time I won't. Keep it down." Harrison chuckles before turning to his baby girl and tickling her. Tom smiles at her giggles and squeals. He would definitely be okay with having another little one of her from his best mate. 

[karmelek-writes]

comfort zone | part 2

Harrison Osterfield x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Synopsis: What do you do when you love them but want someone else?

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: slight angst, swearing, suggestive comments, mentions of sex, there will be smut in other parts

Read part 1 here!

A/N: Hey guys! This is part two of the "comfort zone". I wanted to thank you all again for supporting me and commenting, reblogging, and liking part 1! I hope you like this one too. Let me know what you think! Also, if anyone would like to be added to the taglist, please message me! I'll create one soon.

Love, W 🖤

When you sat down next to the blonde you immediately sensed that he tensed. You didn’t like how the things between you turned out to be so awkward. You two were never like that. And now you were scared to say a word to him. Suddenly texting seemed more appealing so you took out your phone again and started typing. You noticed Harrison glancing at you as if he tried to see if you are in a good mood for taking up this conversation. He didn’t want to be noisy and check who you’re texting so he quickly shifted his head to the slides that were displayed by your professor. However, he looked down at his phone when he felt it vibrate just to see that he got a message from you. Frowning, he touched the icon of your contact and read your message.

From Y/N:

Want to go out for a drink with me?

You watched him looking through the text anxiously, hoping that he didn’t get the wrong idea. You wanted to make things right, not only because you hated having unfinished business with people but also because you liked him and his company. Another thing was that he was Tom’s friend. You wouldn’t want him to feel bad about your misunderstanding with his best friend. When you opened your mouth to add something, Harrison turned to you with a lovely little smile. When he nodded some loose curls fell on his face making you smile in return and laugh inside. You didn’t miss the light in his eyes when you moved your hand slightly to put his hair back in its place just as you did with Tom. This time, however, you stopped midway and a crimson flush crept into your face. The blonde’s smile turned into a smirk when he caught up to your actions and before you could do something he moved a little closer to you to give you a chance to brush the messy curls out of his face. But instead of that, you slapped him on the arm and sank deeper into your seat what brought a laugh out of Harrison. He thought that you were adorable in your shyness and he definitely enjoyed making you flustered. The simple gesture made you hope that maybe nothing is lost yet. You just had to apologise and assure him that what had happened was just an accident. It would be easy, wouldn’t it?

After your lecture and interaction with Harrison, you felt a lot lighter. Your mind was at peace again and you could enjoy yourself knowing that everything will be alright between Harrison and you. When you got home the first thing you did was to lay down on a sofa. With a smile on your face, you stretched your body and closed your eyes. This moment of silence was what you needed after all these hours of anxiety and stress. Breathing deeply you slowly started to drift to sleep when the sound of the door opening brought you back to reality.

“I just got the best news EVER,” very excited Tom marched through the door with an enormous smile on his face. Noticing you laying on the sofa he stopped dead in his tracks hoping that he didn’t wake you. Looking up, you had to laugh at his wild eyes gaze, and tensed figure. You stood up to greet your best friend opening your arms for him. Tom smiled widely and embraced you in a tight hug but his strength and force made you lose your balance and collapse back on the couch. Brunette landed on top of you and you yelped in surprise. You could feel his weight on you but for some reason, it didn’t bother you at all. Actually, you found it really nice to be able to enjoy the way his muscles flexed when he tried to steady himself not to crush you. For anyone who walked through the door, the scene would seem unpleasant but you were comfortable feeling the heat radiating from his body. Every since you two started hanging out, a feeling of comfort and mutual understanding was created. With Tom things were always easy, you didn’t argue much and on top of that, it was really hard for awkwardness in your relationship. You loved him for his incredible ability to turn bad situations into good ones and brush everything off with laughter. Yet, this time you haven’t heard him giggling or saying some playful words to make you blush. You moved your head to look him in the eyes and this time you saw something you’ve never seen before. His gaze studied your face patiently, not missing any spot on your skin. His mouth was slightly agape as he tried to find the right words to say but your beauty was so mesmerising he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Your bodies were so close that you could feel his shallow breath on your face and you started wondering why was he so nervous out of a sudden. Little did you know that Tom has realised something at that moment. He realised he couldn’t find any flaw in you despite watching you the whole time. He realised that you make him the happiest and that he would never be the same without you. And most importantly, Tom realised that he could never make you as happy as he wished to. He has always made sure you were doing alright and that you knew he was there but he couldn’t force himself to love you. He tried, he really tried to develop some feelings. He would lay in bed at night thinking about you and what is wrong with him that he can’t love such an amazing person. Tom never believed in soulmates but he truly thought you had his heart and soul. When you were gone, he always felt like there was something missing. A puzzle that combines his messy lifestyle with his fucked up mind. You always had the right things to say to make him feel better and he never felt like you were judging him. He truly found someone with a pure heart and soul that is right for him and understands him without words. But if you weren’t the right one, where were they? Truthfully, Tom was tired of being alone. He wanted someone to love him and he wanted someone to love. You were there for him but somehow it wasn’t enough. He lacked the feeling of crazy love. He wanted it to consume him and intoxicate all his senses. He wanted to be in a daze that would make him do all the cheesy stuff his friends would tease him about but he wouldn’t care because of the happiness. It killed him that it wasn’t you. He knew that, all too well, but he didn’t stop being close to you. He wouldn’t dare to even try and lose you. At that moment he knew that he would take up every fight to keep you by his side even if it meant to hurt himself because despite all that you were his home and he needed you to breathe. You were his safe zone and if he couldn’t have you by fate, he would have you by choice.

As the seconds passed by your heart started to beat more quickly anticipating his next move. The way Tom was looking at you made you forget how to breathe. All you could do was stare at his beautiful honey brown eyes sparkling in the yellow light of the lamp standing on the table. Finally, after what felt like hours, Tom whispered "I got the job," seemingly getting out of his thoughts but you saw that he was still trying to figure something out in his head.

"This.. this is amazing, Tom," you replied not paying much attention to what he was talking about since all you could do was drool over him.

"Yeah, I'm going to the USA," he laughed like he couldn't believe he got the part but still didn't move one bit. Tom's body was towering over you making it hard for you to focus on his words.

"Mhmm.. I'm proud of you, Tommy," the nickname quickened his heartbeat as he always got warm inside when you called him that. He thought the nickname was childish but he always melted when it came out of your mouth. He wanted to kiss your forehead as an act of thanking you but you suddenly yawned.

"I'm sorry that I woke you up. I was just excited," his pretty smile was replaced by a pout when he remembered the state he found you in. You took his face in your hands and giggled at his cuteness.

"I was just falling asleep, don't worry," you answered truthfully, not wanting him to feel bad for disturbing your peace.

"Are you still sleepy? We can lay down if you want," Tom proposed, concerned about your lack of sleep out of nowhere.

"Well, I'd say we're already laying down..." hesitation was evident in your voice almost as you were worried to bring up the topic. The look on Tom's face shifted quickly after he registered your words and looked down between your bodies. That was when he felt his crutch touching yours and a wave of embarrassment mixed with lust washed over him. He must have got lost in daydreaming about you not to notice that he was basically crunching you. He was surprised you could even breathe in this state. "But.. I-I don't mind..." your words eased his panic but didn't help the blood coming south.

In the trance, you moved your fingers along his smooth skin hoping that would calm him down. You weren't sure what you were doing but you enjoyed this little moment and didn't want it to end. Tracing the shape of his nose you licked your lips what made Tom close his eyes and exhale deeply.

"We need to stop or I'll do something we will both regret," when the words left his mouth you stopped your movement but kept your hands on his face. Tom was scared to open his eyes. He feared for your reaction. A few seconds passed by while you tried to find the right words. Were you surprised? Yes. But you couldn't fight the smile that crept on your face and the butterflies erupting in your stomach. Although, you weren't sure how you felt about what you've just heard you needed to feel him. It may be wrong but you wanted it.

"What if I don't mind?" you said softly just millimeters from his lips. Tom finally opened his eyes at your confession and you could see the confusion painted on his face.

"I-I-I.... Look um..." this was the first time you've seen your best friend so nervous that he couldn't get the words out. He seemed to be really troubled but he finally gave in resting his own hand on your cheek. "W-what does this mean for u-us?" he couldn't help but ask. Tom didn't want you to think that he was just taking advantage out of the situation. He needed to know your point of view on this because he didn't want to hurt you in any way and this was a dangerous field.

"I don't know but I really want this" your words made the brunette's eyes darken. Licking his lips for the last time, he moved your head closer to him and brushed his lips against yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. Your lips were moving softly in sync as if you kissed for the millionth time. You were making out for a good few minutes until the taste of him was so intoxicating you forgot how to breathe and had to pull out for a second to catch some air. Your break didn't last long because Tom pulled you back in taking advantage of your parted lips and pushed his tongue in. You moaned at the action and the sound made Tom thrust his hips against yours. At that moment you felt something poking your thigh. You didn't want to stop your make-out session but you knew you weren't ready to go further yet so you patted his chest softly to signal him that you wanted to stop. Tom pulled out slowly trying to see if he hurt you in any way. "I'm alright," noticing his worried gaze you assured him that there was nothing bad happening. "I'm just umm... not ready for t-the next s-step," suddenly you got anxious hoping that you didn't say anything wrong to make him upset.

"Oh.." was all he said, not fully realising what you were trying to hint on.

"I mean... you know," you looked down at his bulge hoping that he would understand your clue.

"OH!" he followed your gaze and finally caught up to what you meant. "Noo, don't worry about it. We um.. we don't have to go further if you don't want to," Tom tried to make you comfortable but he couldn't hide the flush on his cheeks that was a result of his embarrassment. He didn't know why he felt so awkward out of a sudden. You, on the other hand, felt more confused than awkward. You had to figure out your own feelings towards your best friend but you couldn't lie to yourself and say that you didn't enjoy it because that was probably the most amazing kiss you've ever had.

"Thank you," you didn't really register your words but it seemed that neither did Tom because he started to get up and fixing his clothes and hair. You only watched him, not wanting to move.

"Do you regret it?" Tom asked in a small voice noticing your absent look. He didn't know how to feel about the situation too. He allowed himself to let loose this one time and he just hoped it didn't destroy your friendship.

"Do you regret it?"

"I asked you first."

"Trying to be smart, Holland?" he genuinely smiled at your remark because then he knew that nothing has changed. You wouldn't joke with him if you were mad or upset.

Taking a deep breath, you got up and turned to face Tom. "I don't regret it. Do you?" he let go of a deep breath he didn't even know that was holding and shook his head. "That's... good." you summed up the situation making Tom burst out laughing. "What's so funny?"

"You are so weird," you faked an offended look at what he added "But so am I. That makes us a good match."

You nodded your head because maybe he was right. Maybe you two were a good match.

After the incident, things started to get more intense between you and Tom. You didn’t know if it was your imagination or if he made it his mission to frustrate you even more by caressing you while you were falling asleep or casually holding your hand when going on walks. Whatever it was, it rendered you warm inside. You couldn’t fight your butterflies and stop yourself by slowly falling for your best friend. Subconsciously, you hoped you two would end up together, his family loving you and all your friends saying how you make a good match. However, it didn’t seem as he had any intentions to make the first move. Even though Tom was very touchy with you, he never asked you out or even brought up the subject of the relationship. It was even more confusing because he wasn’t messing around with anyone nor he had any female friends he was interested in. You knew because as your relationship with Harrison started progressing you found yourself gushing to him about Tom. Harrison always tried to assure you that Tom liked you too and after many days of contemplating you decided to talk with him about your feelings. You were even more nervous because he was supposed to leave for the USA for his new job in a couple of days. You weren’t sure where this conversation would leave your relation but the fear wasn’t that strong to stop you from confessing your admiration for him.

Tom invited you to his get-away party so that was when you wanted to talk to him. His family wanted to say a proper goodbye before he would leave for long months that’s why they all came to celebrate his success. You were one of the first few people who has come so you helped around the kitchen and talked a bit to Tom’s brothers. You’ve known these people for so long that at this point you treated them like your own family. You had fun talking with Tom’s grandparents and playing with the youngest members of the family. Tom was watching you from the kitchen with a smile on his face as you were humming Baby shark with children. He loved that you felt so comfortable around his family and that they’ve basically accepted you as their own child. His parents would even ask him about you sometimes, hoping that there was something more between you. He always brushed them off saying that you two were just friends because that was the truth. Even though no one questioned your friendship, everyone knew that it wasn’t just Tom who was coming over, it was always Tom and Y/N. When his parents wanted to invite you for dinner or a nice family gathering they would just tell Tom to pass you the invitation. Everyone treated you two as one because they knew that your bond was special and Tom’s family has never seen him happier than when he was with you. They were grateful that he had someone in his life who kept him grounded. “She’s the one, mate,” is what his brothers keep telling Tom. He would just smile mysteriously because it wasn’t true but he didn’t want to let anyones’ hopes down.

When the children ran away you giggled and glanced at the room to spot someone you could talk to. That was when you noticed Tom at the foot of the stairs who was talking to Harrison. He must have sensed you looking at him because he turned his head directly to you. The action made you smile and you started to make your way to take up a conversation with the boys. After finally scrambling through the crowd, you stood eye to eye with Tom who took your hand and led you to his room. You didn’t know where Harrison went but you guessed that Tom wanted to talk to you about something important. Otherwise, why would he take you to his room giving air to Harrison?

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[jahayla-parker]

300 Followers and Birthday Celebration!

Thank you all for the support, it’s crazy I have 300 of you on here 💜

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Lying Bastard : Kaz Brekker

Kaz breaks up with reader and sends her away claiming it is because she can’t keep up when it is actually for her own protection. Jesper eventually notices and tells Kaz they need to go and “get his girl back”.

To Gamble or Not to Gamble : Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of “We can't afford to gamble like this." "Are you kidding? This is the perfect time to gamble."

Disappointed : Preference for Kaz Brekker, Peter Parker, and Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of: "I mean, what did you expect?" “Nothing. And I was still disappointed."

Game Over : Preference for Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Kaz Brekker, and Jesper Fahey

Based on prompt of: "You're supposed to be dead!" "Yeah, sorry about that."

Cannot Be Broken : Tom Holland

Reader is Tom’s gf and she ends up injured due to a fan interaction (protective Tom)

Crushing Plans : Peter Parker

Reader is classmate of Peter’s and has a crush on him. Peter has to chose between y/n and MJ. Reader is a good witch and helps Peter during the events of Far From Home.

Dents & Dinners : Tom Holland

Tom takes reader out to dinner after he hits her in the head with a golf ball.

Instant Support: Harrison Osterfield

Reader is in a long distance relationship with Haz but supports him when he experiences a loss and he returns the favor when she loses someone close to her.

Comfortable: Austin Butler

Reader and Austin have been dating for awhile and y/n notices he is beginning to worry too much about his appearance and fame, prompting her to press for a night in just the two of them in comfortable clothes.

Happily Ever After Series : Harrison Osterfield

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

Happily Ever After Series: Tom Holland

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

“Til Death” Happily Ever After Series: Kaz Brekker

Series will cover Proposal, Family and friend reactions, Blurbs on bachelor party and best men, Wedding planning, wedding day

Warmth : Tom Holland

Autumn prompt where Tom encourages reader to change out of her wet clothes

Halloween Treats: Tom Holland

Tom and reader end up having a make out session while trying to pass out candy on Halloween

Risk : Kaz Brekker

Y/n was his greatest risk, but he’d risk anything for her

Burning Vengeance: Kaz Brekker

Reader seeks vengeance on those who wronged Kaz in the past

Getting Personal: Tom Holland 18+

Reader is the personal assistant for Tom and they start a sexual relationship

Stuck : Kaz Brekker

They were stuck together for better or for worse, no matter what demons and past lives existed. Kaz was stuck with accepting that y/n cared for him and saw the good in him no matter what.

Never Steal From The Devil : Kaz Brekker x Reader (& Six of Crows x Platonic!Reader)

Someone makes the horrible mistake of kidnapping y/n and has to learn firsthand why you never steal from the devil

Wips that are not open to voting

Under The Weather : Freddy Carter

Freddy takes care of a sick reader.

Not an option as already scheduled

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

Not an option as already pre scheduled

Happy Birthday : Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harrison Osterfield, Nikolai Lantsov, Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Freddy Carter, Austin Butler, Cardan Greenbriar

Blurb and moodboards for how they’d celebrate reader’s birthday and their own.

Not an option as already pre scheduled

Bewitched Love : Peter Parker

Reader from crushing plans x Peter during NWH events

Not an option as this is a part two to Crushing Plans.

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[petersasteria]

The Best Day - Haz Osterfield

Osterfield || Main || Taglist

Pairing: Single Dad!Haz x Step mom!Reader Requested? Nah. 2,572 words Happy Mother's Day to all x

Italics are flashbacks, bold is Christine singing, and [ ] is a 'video'. Thank you to @capwogers for telling me I should do mom!reader instead of sister!reader.

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When Harrison had his daughter, his first born, he never would’ve thought that his life was going to change. Suddenly his life was colorful and filled with laughter. Sure, it was hectic, but he loved every second of it. As if it wasn’t enough, he was blessed with a son five years later. His life was perfect.

As far as good things go, bad things happen. Harrison’s partner suddenly left. They weren’t married, but it seemed that way. They lived together and they’ve been together for a long time, but after their son’s second birthday, she decided she didn’t want to ‘play house’ anymore. It hurt him, but he knew he had to be strong for his kids.

Three years later, he met you. He was scared that his kids would scare you off, but it was the opposite. He watched as you tried to interact with them and he saw how his kids didn’t warm up to you. He frowned, but he knew that in time, they’ll like you.

Christine, his thirteen-year-old daughter, didn’t seem very fond of you. Meanwhile his eight-year-old son, Ethan, was the opposite. You two would get ice cream together and he’d always kiss your cheek whenever he’d see you. He was also the only person excited when Harrison told them that you’d move in with them.

You could still remember Christine being so mad about it. She was glaring at you and you told her, “I know I’m not your mom and I’m not trying to be her, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. I love your father and I love you guys too. No matter how mad you are at me, I won’t leave.”

And you didn’t. Harrison proposed to you after being together for three years. You both knew that you both were meant for each other and you knew it was going to be hard because you felt like Christine will never get used to you being around, but you were proved wrong when the day of your wedding came.

You got married on Mother’s Day and yours and Harrison’s mom absolutely cried so much because they claimed that it was the best gift they’ve ever received. Everyone at the reception was busy eating when the host, Tom, started talking again.

“Hi, everyone! I’m sorry to interrupt.” Tom chuckled. “But someone wanted to take this time to give their ‘special gift’.” He looked at Christine with a smile and waved her over to where he was standing.

“What’s she doing?” Harrison whispered in your ear and you just shrugged. You both watched as Tom adjusted the mic to Christine’s height and Harrison could see the fear on his daughter’s face, but when he smiled at her, her fears disappeared and she calmed down.

“I, uh, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to everyone here.” Christine said nervously as she played with her fingers. “Most of all, I want to say Happy Mother’s Day to my dad because ever since mom left, he’s been acting as a mother and a father to me and Ethan. I also want to greet Y/N a Happy Mother’s Day too because she’s pretty cool for taking care of us when daddy’s busy.” She added as she looked at you with an innocent look on her face.

“I, uh, I have something prepared for both of you. It’s my wedding gift. I’ve been taking secret singing and guitar lessons for this.” She mentioned before looking behind her to see Tom lending her his guitar.

Tom stood back with Ethan and Christine started playing a familiar tune, “I dedicate this song to my dad and Y/N.” Then she began to sing.

I'm five years old, it's getting cold, I've got my big coat on I hear your laugh and look up smiling at you, I run and run Past the pumpkin patch and the tractor rides Look now, the sky is gold I hug your legs and fall asleep on the way home

“Nina, be careful!” Harrison shouted as he watched his little one run. Both of them were at a farm and he thought it was a good idea to spend some extra time Christine; just the two of them. Harrison knew that she won’t be five years old forever and he knew that once his son was born, he wouldn’t spend time with Christine as much anymore.

“Daddy, look at the pumpkins!” Christine stopped running and stared at the pumpkins. Harrison smiled to himself and jogged over to where she was.

“Wanna see the farm animals, love?” He asked sweetly. She looked at him with a bright smile and nodded quickly.

After a full day of spending time with farm animals and getting to pick some fresh fruits, Christine grew tired and it was then that Harrison knew it was time to go home. He carried her to his car and buckled her in her car seat.

Her eyes fluttered open slightly and smiled at him. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart. We’ll be home soon.” Harrison smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I love you, daddy.” She said before drifting off to sleep. He didn’t want to tell anyone, but he cried on the drive home. Those four words were enough to make him cry and he wanted to cherish them before she grew up.

Christine sang the chorus beautifully and you could see that Harrison was crying. You held his hand and rested your head on his shoulder.

I'm thirteen now And don't know how my friends could be so mean I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys And we drive and drive until we found a town far enough away And we talk and window shop 'til I've forgotten all their names

I don't know who I'm going to talk to now at school But I know I'm laughing on the car ride home with you Don't know how long it's going to take to feel okay But I know I had the best day with you today

You were feeling a bit sick and you decided it was best to stay at home. You still did work in yours and Harrison’s shared bedroom. It was only you in the house and you heard the door open and get slammed shut. Heavy footsteps were running up the stairs and straight into a room. The door was slammed shut too.

You took a deep breath and checked the time on your phone to see who was home at this time. It was Christine. Knowing that she wasn’t particularly fond of you, you braced yourself before going to her room to check up on her.

You knocked and heard a muffled ‘go away’ from her. You shook your head and knocked again and said, “It’s me, Y/N. I just wanted to check up on you. Are you okay? You sounded really mad when you came home.”

In Christine’s mind, she knew she didn’t have a choice. She needed to talk to someone and you happened to be home. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad, right? She wiped her tears and got up to open the door. You frowned at the sight and immediately pulled her in for a hug.

She hugged back and cried. She opened up to you about her mean friends and you just listened. When she was done, you wiped her tears and said, “My friends did the same thing, you know.”

“Really?” She sniffed and you nodded with a small smile on your face. “What happened?” She asked.

“We’re not friends anymore. It hurt a lot, but I got new friends and they’re way better than my old ones. We’re still friends up to this day. You’ll have new friends too, I promise you that. They’ll be better and your friendship will last.” You smiled, causing her to smile too.

“How about we go out? We can get ice cream and eat dinner. I can call your dad and tell him to pick up Ethan.” You suggested. Christine thought about it for a second and she nodded and pushed away her long blonde hair from her face.

“We can get a makeover too, if you want.” You added and she squealed excitedly.

“Daddy never allowed me to have makeovers.” Christine said. “He said I was too young.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m not your dad.” You winked. “I’ll let you get dressed and we can go, alright?”

“Alright.” She smiled and turned to go further in her room. Before she closed the door, she called your name and you turned around. “Thank you… and call me Nina. Christine is too long.” She said with a sincere look on her face.

“It’s no problem. I’m on your side, Nina. Never forget that.” You smiled.

Later that night when you and Christine got home, the boys were on the couch and gasped when they saw you and Christine sporting your new looks. You dyed your hair while Christine had a new haircut. You even allowed her to pick out clothes that she liked and bought it for her. You never splurged, but you figured it was okay to splurge just for once.

“Why don’t you show Ethan what you got him?” You told Christine and she quickly went to the couch to show Ethan the stuff she picked for him. Harrison got up from the couch and walked over to you, “I thought you never splurged.” He joked.

“I never splurge on anything, but I made an exception. She was upset about something and I wanted to make her feel better.”

“By buying her stuff?”

“No, by making her happy and by distracting her. We window shopped first and she narrowed down what she really wanted. Then, we bought them. The things she bought Ethan came from her own money.”

Harrison nodded with a smile, “Thank you for making her happy.”

“It’s no big deal.” You shrugged. “I went through the same thing and no one was there for me. I want to be there for her.”

I have an excellent father, his strength is making me stronger

Christine saw the whole scene the night her mother left. She saw how upset and sad Harrison was while he carried her two-year-old brother. He turned around and saw Christine sitting on the steps.

He didn’t know what to say. “Darling, I-” Harrison was lost and he held back his tears.

“Are we going to be okay, daddy?” She asked as she cried.

He nodded and sat next to her with Ethan in his arms. “We’ll be fine. We’re gonna be okay, I promise you that.” Harrison smiled at her and put his arm around her shoulder. That night, Christine and Ethan slept in the same bed as Harrison, so he wasn’t lonely.

Harrison never knew, but Christine would hear him cry himself to sleep at night and she would notice the tear stains on his cheeks whenever he made breakfast. It was then that Christine realized how strong Harrison was and that she wanted to be just as strong as he was.

God smiles on my little brother, inside and out He’s better than I am

Christine took a long time to get used to you, but she noticed how Ethan immediately let you in without hesitation. He always tagged along with you wherever you went and it made Harrison a bit jealous that Ethan preferred you over him, but it made Harrison happy.

Ethan even helped you in the garden, something he never did. But Ethan’s favorite moment with you is when he would sit on the kitchen countertop and help you bake cookies for every occasion.

I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run And I had the best days with you

Christine stopped playing and looked on the projector to play an old video of hers. Harrison was filming and he laughed when he saw the video.

“I remember that video.” He laughed as he reminisced.

[“What’re you painting, Nina?” Harrison asked as he filmed Christine painting. He smiled when she looked at him with a toothy grin, “Flowers!”

“Those are pretty flowers, baby.” Harrison complimented. “You’re beautiful like a flower as well.”

“Thank you, daddy. You’re beau’ful too.” Christine smiled at him, causing Harrison to laugh. It was silent between them, but she broke it. “Can I be a flower for Halloween?”

Harrison chuckled and said, “I’ll see what I can do. I might need your mum for some help. She knows more about flowers than I do.”

“Otay!” Christine giggled and continued painting.]

There is a video I found from back when I was three You set up a paint set in the kitchen and you’re talking to me It’s the age of princesses and pirate ships and the seven dwarves

After the video, it showed a slideshow of pictures. The first picture was her on Halloween dressed as a flower. Every other kid was a monster or a superhero, but she was different. Needless to say, she went home with more candy than any other kid.

The next picture was of her and a one-year-old Ethan and that made Ethan scrunch his nose and cover his eyes. Everyone was overjoyed to see old pictures of Christine and Harrison with Ethan’s pictures in it sometimes. Then their first family picture without her mom showed up and that made you smile at Harrison.

“You raised them well without her, you know.” You said and he nodded.

“Thank you.” He grinned.

Christine continued singing and decided to switch up the lyrics last minute, “Daddy’s smart and Y/N’s the prettiest lady in the whole wide world.”

Harrison looked at you and chuckled when he saw you crying, “Now you’re the one crying.”

“Yeah, sue me.” You sniffed and wiped your tears away.

Christine walked to where you two were and Tom quickly held the mic for her.

Now I know why all the trees change in the fall I know you were on my side even when I was wrong And I love you for giving me your eyes

Christine cried as her mother yelled at her. Harrison got mad and said, “Don’t yell at her! She’s just a kid, okay?! It’s not her fault!”

Her mom huffed and left the scene to get some air. Harrison turned to Christine and said, “What did you do?”

“I was mad at her so I got her mug and broke it.” Christine frowned and Harrison shook his head before pulling her in for a hug.

“Don’t do that again, yeah? Someone might get hurt.” He said softly before pulling away and wiping her tears away. He stared in her eyes that resembled his and smiled a bit, “Wanna watch cartoons?”

“Yeah.” Christine grinned.

“For staying back and watching me shine and I didn’t know if you knew, so I’m taking this chance to say that I had the best day with you today.” Christine ended the song with a smile. “I hope you liked it.”

Everyone clapped and Harrison got up from his seat to give her a hug, “That was amazing, darling! I loved it.”

You hugged her too and said, “It’s the best gift I’ve ever had. Thank you, sweetheart.”

She smiled at you and said, “You’re welcome, mum.”

It was the best Mother’s Day ever.

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[spideyssunshine]

💚- prince Harrison proposing to the reader. But the reader is not royal and his childhood friend, who is just a normal simple girl. Muahh🥰🥰

royal engagement

prince!harrison osterfield x reader

wc: 0.4k

summary: harrison wants you to become the newest princess of England

sleepover

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“Harrison, darling are you okay? You seem a bit jittery tonight.” You asked him, letting go of his hand. He had asked you to join him to get some air. He eagerly led you out to the botanical gardens of the castle, which just happened to be lit so nicely under the moonlight.

Sure, you had to once again explain to the guards that you were Harrison's girlfriend, but getting through those proper idiots was worth it. He nearly pulled your hand out of the socket on the walk to the gardens, but you managed to keep up the rest of the way.

“Actually I wanted to talk to you about something dear.” He fiddled with his hands, as you smiled a bit. You nodded for him to go on, and he sucked in a hard breath.

“(Y/N) my love, my rock, my everything. The minute I laid eyes on you, at the park when we were kids, I knew that you were something special. You were the first person who ever stood up to the guards, and used your damn voice. I absolutely fell head over heels for you, and I'm prepared to spend the rest of my life, if you'll have me of course. So,” He reached in his long coat and pulled out a small velvet box.

You gasped in response and felt your throat get a bit hoarse as he started to get down on one knee. “(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), will you do me the honor of becoming England's new princess, and my wife?” He asked, as his hands shakily opened the box, revealing the most gorgeous and elegant ring you had ever laid your eyes on.

You let out a sob, as you couldn't believe what was happening. “Harrison oh- oh my goddess. Yes! Yes of course!” You cried as he widely smiled, he quickly slipped the ring onto your finger, and got up from his knee. He picked you up and spun you around in celebration. Mid air, he eagerly pressed a kiss to your lips, and you ran your fingers through his golden hair.

“I love you so much, my princess.”

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[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour, Goodfellas - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: An Offer He Can’t Refuse

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Parker Holland x Platonic!Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Language, small smut, always a lot of dialogue, idk if there is anything else.

-Words: 3.2K

Author note: The driving test thing actually happened to me. I failed twice and then passed 3rd time. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Always love hearing from you guys.

Chapter 6: An Offer He Can’t Refuse

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The Holland household was about to retire for the night. The lights of the rooms had been flipped off and the exit and entrance doors locked. When, SLAM, the sound of the front door shutting echoed through the house. It shook the pictures on the walls and knocked over a vase, spilling the delicate flowers.

Parker couldn’t stay in that house a minute longer, not after what he just learned, what he just overheard. Tom was in his office along with you, contemplating what to do next.

“What the hell was that?” You questioned as you sat on Tom’s lap.

“Sir?” William entered out of breath. “What is it William?” Tom asked, sounding concerned. “Parker just left.” “He what?” You asked. “He walked out of here,” William explained.

“Why the fuck didn’t you stop him.” Tom yelled, steam basically coming out of his ears. “I didn’t know what I was supposed to.” “Tom, come on. We have to go find him” you screamed, rushing out of the room.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Tom said sternly, pointing his finger at William as he fled to get his car keys.

Driving around aimlessly on the streets of London. You were scared for the safety of your son. Parker coming home today with bloody knuckles showed you a glimpse of his future. A life of unapologetic dealings, making him question his morals once in a blue moon. You wanted more for your son. You would be proud of him regardless but, you wanted him to be happy.

Tom, in the past, suffered from nightmares, ever since your kidnapping. He would wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night screaming your name.

“Y/N? Y/N!?! NOOOO,” Tom screamed in his sleep.

“Tom? What’s wrong?”

“Y/N? Y/N! You’re.. you’re—,“ Tom gasped, coming out of his sleep

“Tommy, shh, I’m right here. I’m right here,” you whispered trying to calm him down. “Y/N, thank god you are okay. I thought I lost you,” Tom exasperated, trying to calm down his harsh breathing. “I’m right here, it was just a nightmare.”

“Can I just hold you for a little while?” “Of course, Tommy” you said as Tom started to fall asleep in her arms. You could feel his soft tiny breaths on her neck. And all was right with the world.

That euphoric feeling was associated with being in love. You were happy your son got to experience it for as brief a time. You didn’t know Charlotte all that well, be she made Parker happy. He had to grow up so fast, it wasn’t fair.

“Y/N were not going to find him, we should just go back home.” Tom said to you. “No, we’re gonna keep looking,” you replied, you couldn’t leave your son out in the cold all night.

“Wait, Tom stop the car. STOP THE CAR!” You thundered.

“It’s Parker,” you said, hopping out of the car.

“Parker? What are you doing?” You questioned as he kept his strides, moving away from you.

“Get in the car, let’s go home,” Tom explained.

“No. I’m not going anywhere with you,” Parker yelled, continuing to walk away. “Parker stop fucking around and get in the car!” Tom yelled.

“Fuck you, dad. I’m done. When were you going to tell me that you are the reason. SHE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!” Parker raged, pointing fingers left and right. “Parker get in the car and we can talk this out,” you pleaded. “No, mom. I love you and I’m sorry. Don’t worry about me I’m staying at uncle Haz’s tonight.”

“PARKER GET BACK HERE!” Tom screamed.

“Let him go Tom. He’ll be back, I know he will,” you said, holding Tom back.

In this moment, Tom felt like he lost Parker for good. They had a good relationship but, were growing closer because of the mob. Finally something to bond over.

The night had fallen a few hours later and Parker was walking through the deserted streets of southwest London. Coming up upon a house he had known all too familiar, Henry and Harrison’s abode. After a few knocks, he was surprised anyone answered the door at this ungodly hour.

“Parker? What are you doing here?” Henry answered half asleep. “Can I stay here tonight?” Parker asked directly, not inviting anymore questions.

“Yeah, of course,” Henry agreed. “Henry who the fuck is it?” Harrison yelled, coming down the stairs. “Oh, Parker… Do your parents know you are here?” Harrison asked, surprised to see the boy on his doorstep. “Yeah, I just can’t go back there, not tonight,” Parker explained. “Alright then, you can sleep on the couch,” Harrison said. “Thank you sir,” Parker said. He didn’t sleep well. It wasn’t the couch, the couch was rather comfy, it was all the thoughts running amuck in his mind.

Why the fuck would his family arrange the death of girlfriend? Why would his dad put on a show of pretending to look for her killer? Who the fuck were his parents? Mrs Owens, Charlotte’s mom, was right he and his family are in the business of ending lives and Parker had already gone too deep.

He was woken up by Henry coming down for morning coffee. “Hey. How’d you sleep?” Henry asked lowly. “Shitty,” Parker replied. “Henry I swear to god are you shagging my sister?” Parker screamed, addressing the invisible elephant in the room. “What she told you?” “Maybe. How the fuck could you do that. She’s my sister!” “Mate you got it all wrong. We aren’t shagging, just dating. Ok?” Henry explained.

“Alright, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me though. Also don’t break her heart or I will hurt you,” Parker said only to be returned with chuckles from Henry. “I wouldn’t dream of it, she’s amazing. I think falling in love with her. By the way, that was a shitty threat. You’re a mobster and that’s the best you could come up with,” Henry ridiculed.

“Fuck you. Can I have some coffee?” Parker proposed. “Sure, but you gotta tell me what happened last night. Never in a million years have you ran away from home,” Henry asked, genuinely concerned. “I overheard my dad on the phone, he said “it was Dom who arranged the hit.” I have never met a Dom, never seen him around the house. I don’t think he is the one who pulled the trigger but, if he’s the one who gave up my location he might as well have,” Parker exclaimed. “Jesus, Parker. This is some fucked up shit. It sounds like your dad didn’t have anything to do with it anyway.” Henry mumbled, not to deliberately defend Tom

“I know he did. I’m done talking about this.” Parker asserted and Henry just nodded in response.

“Oh shit! Is today the 23rd?” Parker asked, afraid it was. “Yeah, why?” Henry replied, confused by the look of terror on Parker’s face.

“I have my drivers test today and I can’t believe I have to see my dad. Ugh!” Parker exclaimed.

Parker was doing his best to avoid the estate. He didn’t have a change of clothes or a toothbrush, he’d have to go back at some point. The fact that his driving license exam was today majorly screwed up his plans of ignoring Tom.

He was ready to get his license and had been practicing quite a lot. He stopped after his accident cause it hurt to drive but, getting a license was the first step in becoming an adult and earning more freedom, something he desperately needed.

What he needed the most was to get out. He wasn’t bred for this type of life. Killing, torturing and breaking the law took a loose morality that he didn’t know if he had. Parker was hurting and Tom was responsible. Parker felt like he needed to make Tom pay but, how could he hurt his own father. He couldn’t, he wasn’t some villain in a movie, he was only kid.

Deep down Parker loved Tom but, it was hard to love the person responsible for the bomb that blew up your life. Parker had to hit Tom where it hurts. Parker wouldn’t dream of hurting you but mobsters were brutal. He had heard the stories in the past of mobster’s hurting you to get to Tom. People would think rival mobs would want to come after him and not you. On the contrary, people associated with the mob were heartless, spineless creatures. They loved watching someone beg for their life and someone fall apart, knowing everything has been stripped away from them. Leaving them vulnerable and utterly alone.

The thing Tom loved most in this world, but he would never admit it, was his mob. Being apart of the mob gave Tom purpose. He didn’t know what he would be without it. He was too devious to be a wall street guy and too adventurous to be a stay at home dad. Tom didn’t run the mob for money, it was simply pleasure.

Devising the plan to take Tom down from the inside out required more planning than ever imagined. Parker’s main focus was to find the person that despised Tom the most. Someone who could make Tom’s blood boil at the utterance of his or her name.

Parker had Harrison drive him to the DMV, fully expecting to see you, but his heart stopped when he saw Tom. Barely acknowledging him, only nodding when Tom muttered something. Rosie was there also, taking her test at the same time. She hadn’t practiced as much as Parker but was confident in her driving ability.

Just like the driving license exam, Parker was the first to go. He waited in driver’s seat, in line, on the side of DMV. Trying to not let his nerves get the best of him. The examiner instructed Parker to start the car, do his hand signals and make his way out of the parking lot to begin the test. The entire process was routine. The whole thing only spanning about 20 mins, then it was Rosie’s turn.

Parker came out of the car, thrusting the paper that signified his passing in the air.

“I passed! I passed! You’re looking at the newest driver of the Hollands,” Parker exclaimed, extremely giddy.

“Rosie Holland?” Called out the driving test examiner. Rosie stood up and took a much needed long breath.

She wasn’t one for cracking under the pressure but, did have trouble being judged. As a child Rosie used to participate in gymnastics, she gave it up as she grew more and more self conscious with age. Later switching to a mix of after-school activities celebrating the arts. She very much enjoyed choir and drama, occasionally dance. “I know you’ll do great honey,” Tom reassured her. “Thanks, dad,” Rosie murmured, ready to face her biggest fear, judgment.

The exam was the same as Parkers. The examiner asked for her to show all the buttons in the car, the hand signals and exit the parking lot safely. The test also only took 20 mins, however when they pulled up she wasn’t as ecstatic as Parker was.

“I didn’t pass,” she mumbled, trying to not let tears fall. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. You can always take the test again. Parker, can you take her to the car while I run to the restroom,” Tom said, bring his daughter into a warm embrace. Parker nodded in return and led the way. Now, it was only Tom making his way into the DMV to give the examiner an offer he can’t refuse.

“I’m sorry sir, I heard that you didn’t pass my daughter but you passed my son. I’d like to hear your reasoning for such a grave error. I don’t understand they are both excellent drivers, I’ve been driving with them for months.” Tom asked, he wasn’t going to let his baby girl cry over something so basic as a driving test.

“She only turned her signal on at 100 feet before the light and not at 150 feet before,” he explained. “That’s complete and utter bullshit and you know it. I would greatly appreciate it if you were to pass my daughter, Rosie Holland, as in Tom Holland. I’m sure you’re not as stupid as I think you are. Am I right?” Tom threatened.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I wasn’t aware of who she… who you are,” pleaded the examiner. “It’s alright, just consider it a warning. Now, should I call my daughter back in here so you can give her her license?” Tom asked as the examiner nodded, almost fearful for his life. Tom’s reputation preceded him everywhere he went. What good was his reputation if it couldn’t put a smile on Rosie’s face?

Tom quickly sent a text to Parker saying “Come inside with Rosie.” In a few minutes they were there and the examiner apologized for the confusion and passed her.

“I can’t believe I passed! Dad can you drop me off at Henry’s? I want to tell him the good news,” Rosie cheered.

“Sure darling. Parker, are you staying there tonight?” Asked Tom. “No, I need new clothes,” Parker mumbled.

“Good. Your mother misses you,” Tom responded. Tom didn’t know how to address everything. Everything had gotten so screwed up. How was he supposed to explain to his son that his grandfather is the reason Charlotte was dead?

Pulling up to Henry’s house, Rosie practically jumped out of the car. She couldn’t contain her excitement to see the person who made life worthwhile. Just looking at his greenish hazel eyes gave her butterflies.

“Henry, I passed! Wanna go for a drive?” Rosie asked, twirling his keys on her fingers. “Sure, let’s get some dinner.”

They went to a nice restaurant in downtown London. Henry had the whole night planned out. Take Rosie to a lovely dinner, go on the London Eye, confess his true feelings and drive back to spend the night with his girl.

Love was new to both of them. Just learning the fact that when you are in love, you become half of a whole. The dinner was lovely, they went to a little Italian restaurant called Casa Nostra and fell in love with the ambiance. Rosie order a shrimp scampi and Henry ordered a pizza. She made fun of him for taking her to such a classy place and only ordering pizza. Not even a luxury pizza with truffles or sausage, just classic pepperoni.

After dinner, they made their way to the London Eye. Rosie and Henry had both been there before, but they enjoyed watching the city from that height. As they reached the top, Henry pulled Rosie close. How did he get this lucky to have her in his arms. He wouldn’t know what he’d do without her.

“Rosie, I have something for you. Hold out your hands,” Henry said, pulling out silver a necklace with a H and a R on it.

“Oh my god, Henry. It’s beautiful,” Rosie exclaimed admiring the dainty jewelry. “You’re beautiful,” he responded, causing Rosie to blush.

After a few moments of silence along with staring deeply into each other’s eyes, Henry chimed in, “Roo, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Henry, I know I’m falling in love you.” Smiles both envelop their faces as they pressed into a kiss.

They made their way back to Henry’s house and found comfort on the couch. Rosie and Henry put on a movie but barely paid attention to it as they were both too consumed in each other.

As the movie played in the background, clothes were discarded one after the other. First Rosie’s shirt and Henry’s was soon to follow.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Henry whispered nuzzling himself between her breasts.

“Henry,” Rosie hummed as his hand traveled to the waistband of her jeans. He started to fiddle with the button and zipper, ready to take this love fest further.

Rosie was not ready for that. God she loved him but Rosie wanted it to be more special. Especially since the last time she almost inadvertently lost her virginity was at that party.

“Henry... stop,” Rosie said, trying to hide her timid tone. He immediately pulled away, halting all movements.

“Roo, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry but I want to wait. Is that ok?”

“Rosie, of course. I never want you to feel pressured. We’ll wait as long as you want,” Henry assured.

“Thank you. Now that that’s out of the way. Can we go back to kissing?” Rosie questioned, missing the taste of his lips.

“Of course, baby.” He chuckled, smiling into the kiss.

Henry placed his hands on her hips and brought her into a loving kiss. She immediately kissed back, opening her mouth wider to allow entrance for his tongue, deepening the kiss. Nothing could get more perfect than this moment.

Meanwhile, Parker was having an awkward dinner with you and Tom. Tom had refused to talk to his son and you were giving Tom the cold shoulder because of it.

“Thanks for dinner. I’m going out,” said Parker as he exited the dining room. “Where are you going?” Tom asked, tired of all his games. “Like I said out,” Parker exclaimed, leaving without a single goodbye.

Parker drove to hotel and casino downtown called Aurelia. He had contacted a fairly new friend for information on Tom’s rival. Jazz, aka Jasmine Ramsey a contract killer, was starting to become quite the informant to Parker. She enjoyed bouncing around even though her allegiance with always be with Tom secondly, after herself. She didn’t become a master assassin by not playing on both teams. The valets parked his car as he walked toward the hotel.

Coming up to concierge to ask “I’m here to see some guy called Wilson.” “Is he expecting you?” asked the concierge. “Doubt it, tell him a Holland needs to talk to him. I’ll wait,” Parker said, really coming into this new role.

“Right this way Mr. Holland,” Parker was escorted to the 11th floor, almost like a penthouse.

“Tommy boy, what’s this concerning? You have some balls showing up. I could have you dead on the spot.” Spoke the mysterious mobster, from his dim office. Parker stood in the doorway, this was his last chance, he could leave right now and not screw over his father. But it was too late.

“It’s not Tom. I hear you hate my old man. Something we have in common. I’m here to offer my services,” Parker said, confidence fading.

Swallowing the lump in his throat and hiding the sweat marks on his face, those were all huge tells of lying. He could be dead in 5 seconds flat if they thought his motives weren’t pure. “What the fuck do you think you have to offer me?” replied the cunning mobster. “I’m Tom Holland’s son, anything. Take your pick Wilson.” Parker concluded.

That was it. There is no going back now. Parker was what they would call a double agent, only if he was a spy. Nope, he is a mobster and he is now a rat. People have been killed in front of their family for far less.

Betrayal is the ultimate crime, having someone you trust just turn their back on them. Whatever Parker just did, changed everything. He could never go back. He started a war and this was just the beginning.

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