#harrison osterfield fluff

[heytherejulia]

Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you

word count: 1,4k

It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes. 

When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet. 

Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power. 

Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little. 

When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you. 

About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder. 

‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’

There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’  

Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise. 

‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’  

Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.

‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’

‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’ 

Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist. 

After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram. 

‘Haz?’

‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’ 

Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after. 

‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’ 

‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’

You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.

‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears. 

‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears. 

‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’ 

‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’ 

[jahayla-parker]

Can you please do a fic where Harrison protects/saves you? 😊

Habitually Offensive : Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Desc: 3.5k wc, y/n and Harrison are dating, but her ex won’t leave her be, requiring Haz to step in and protect her. Hurt comfort

Warnings: kidnapping, domestic violence (please safely seek help if you’re dealing with this!), injuries, fighting, police, and hospitals

Harrison paced back and forth with worry. His poor bottom lip was numb from how aggressively he’d been biting at it. He’d not heard back from his girlfriend for a while now. He couldn’t explain it, but he felt something was off about it. He didn’t think her not answering her phone was unrelated to the sudden sound that he’d heard in the background of the call. He’d been on the phone with her as she returned from a night out with friends. They’d been talking for maybe an hour when there was a loud crash and she suddenly stated she needed to go but would call him back. Harrison didn’t have the chance to ask her what the noise was or to ask her to stay on the phone with him before she ended the call. He’d tried to immediately call her back, already having sensed something was off. It was late at night and she lived alone, with no pets… so she would have to have caused the noise in order for it to not be something of concern. However, he’d known her for long enough to know what type of reaction she usually had to knocking something over or having some sort of accident. Hence why his feet were nearly burning marks into the floor from all his pacing.

Harrison tried to call her one more time. Only, after ringing for a while, he got her voicemail box, again. He grit his teeth and stomped over to his front door and hurriedly tore his keychain down from his assigned wall hook.

Harrison was certain he was going to be pulled over and given a ticket on his way over due to the fact he’d never driven that much over the speed limit before. Luckily though that hadn’t happened; he’d made it to his girlfriend’s house in record time without attracting the attention of the police. However, when he got close enough to see the signs that confirmed his earlier suspicions, Harrison supposed that maybe it would’ve been a good idea to the police involved. His racing gaze shifted all around the scene in front of him as he took in the broken glass beside her windowed door, the way her door was partially open, and the muddy shoe print on the cement path leading to the entrance of her home.

Without hesitation, Harrison flung the door open the rest of the way and rushed inside. His head whipped around rapidly as he searched for her. “Y/n?!” He called out as he made his way further into her apartment. His heart had begun to speed up more and more with each passing second he couldn’t find her. However, upon reaching her backdoor and seeing the track of blood that was smeared on the tile, his heart stopped. Harrison had to grip the edge of the hallway table beside him to keep from collapsing. He blinked forcefully and rubbed his eyes to clear away the tears that had begun to form. He needed to focus. He took a deep breath as he felt all his muscles tense as he prepared for whatever was about to come.

Harrison pushed the backdoor outwards as he followed the smeared blood outside. It was evident where she was forced to stand as the blood smear dramatically lessened suddenly. However, he noticed y/n must’ve been limping as there were still small traces for awhile. Luckily the pouring rain tonight hadn’t washed out away yet. Unfortunately, the trail nevertheless ended unexpectedly; leaving Harrison uncertain where to go to find her. He tried to call her phone again in hopes that she had it on her and he’d hear it. Only, he heard it faintly from back towards the house. He sighed and ended the call, his wide eyes scanning her quaint backyard for any sign of where she’d been taken.

Harrison turned on the flashlight on his phone and rotated it around the dark yard. He noticed a black high heel shoe randomly beside her rubbish bin. He was certain she’d intentionally left it behind as its location didn’t make much sense in the sense that it was not located along any clear walking path. He rushed to it and again scanned the area. In doing so, he found her other shoe a few feet away. Then it was her bracelet. By now Harrison had reached the neighbor’s garage. Just as he was about to try to find a way to peak into the garage to see if he needed to break in to get his girl out, he noticed a sparkling item slightly sunken into the disturbed mud puddle by the garage’s door.

Harrison quietly moved closer, not wanting to risk anyone hearing him and knowing he had found them should she be being held here. Yet, when his eyes landed on the necklace he’d gifted y/n for her birthday years ago back when they were just friends, he knew she was here and he knew she’d left these clues in hopes it would help someone find her. She’d never taken that necklace off since the day she got it, she even slept in it. So it was obvious she’d used it as a last resort to draw attention to where she was taken.

Harrison’s breath became erratic as he turned to the door, ready to burst in and get her to safety. His eyes narrowed in preparation as he set his hand on the handle and pulled aggressively. The door budged but didn’t open. He could make out some rustling from the other side of the garage door. “Y/n? Love?” He called out as he began to back up so he could get some momentum to kick the door down. He could hear muffled noise and he frowned. “If you’re near the door, try to back up okay?” He warned. He took a deep breath and ran at the door.

It took an intense amount of force, but Harrison was able to push whatever obstruction was pressed against the other side of the door out of the way enough to wedge himself inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light inside the garage, but when they did, he felt his heart shatter. He shimmied past the wooden table that had been blockading the door and hurriedly sprinted to the other end of the garage where y/n was seated. He saw the tears instantly fall from her eyes and roll down her face, a few stopping as they reached the edge of the duct tape that had been placed over her lips.

Harrison gasped quietly as he cautiously knelt before her, not wanting to scare her with any sudden movements in the dark. “Shhh love, it’s me, it’s Haz,” he reassured, reaching up and gently pulling up the edge of the duct tape. “This might sting a bit, y/n,” he warned, looking at her hesitantly, hating the idea of hurting her even if it was for her sake. When she nodded quickly, he took a deep breath, signaling for her to copy. He then quickly pulled the tape away from her mouth. He gripped her hand as she whimpered lightly as it left her skin. “I’m so sorry honey,” he cooed.

“I’m going to get you out of here,” Harrison promised y/n as he turned his attention to her bound wrists. “Was it him?” He questioned knowingly. As she nodded, he squeezed her hand in support. “He’s not going to get away with this again. But, I need you to tell me, do you know where he is?”

Y/n shook her head and sniffled. She sighed as she watched Harrison try to gently undo the ropes that had been digging into her skin. “He used the…,” she paused and waved her hand around as she found herself unable to find the word for the large rolling garage door that y/ex/n pulled up and slid out under. “I’m,.. sorry,” she mumbled, her swollen bottom lip making her voice sound funny.

Harrison scoffed lightly and shook his head, his soft eyes lifting to meet her gaze. “Don’t be, this isn’t on you, okay?” He frowned when he could tell she wasn’t convinced. “It’s not,” he stated, his voice leaving no room for doubt. “Now, I… I saw… blood,” Harrison muttered fearfully. “I doubt all of that is from your poor lip,” he pointed out, lightly tracing her split lip with his thumb.

Y/n shook her head. “It’s my stomach,” she explained, reluctantly pulling her hands back from Harrison’s other hand in order to show him. Her hand shook with her lingering adrenaline and fear as she pulled up the edge of her shirt to show her boyfriend the injury her ex had caused. “It’s not… too bad”.

Harrison huffed and shook his head. “You don’t need to minimize your pain sweetheart,” he whispered. He spelt brought his hand closer to the bloody gash in her abdomen. “M-May I?” He asked, clearing his throat. Only once y/n gave him her consent did Harrison let his fingers tenderly touch her irritated skin as a deep grimace formed on his face. “He cut you?” He asked as he analyzed the wind to see what type of weapon he’d used against her and how serious the injury was.

“He… he used the glass from when he broke in,” y/n answered timidly.

“We’ll get you patched up,” Harrison vowed, lowering y/n’s rain soaked shirt back down and helping her stand up.

“What?” Y/n questioned quietly as she noticed the look of confusion on Harrison’s face ass s he gazed down at her legs.

“You… your legs are fine?” Harrison asked, eyes looking up to meet hers. “It’s just, it looked like you might’ve been limping or dragging your foot,” he mumbled, head unconsciously tilting in the direction of the blood stains he’d been referencing.

Y/n pursed her lips and nodded lightly. “I thought… I thought it might help… someone ummm… you know..” she muttered.

Harrison nodded and tenderly pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms securely around her as he rubbed her back. “You did great y/n, truly,” he praised, stroking the back of her head lightly. “It did help, as did your shoes, and bracelet, and-“

“My necklace,” y/n murmured as she recalled having to rip it off her neck with one hand as y/ex/n had dragged her into her neighbor’s unoccupied garage. She’d hoped that even if the police didn’t come looking for her that Harrison eventually would and that he’d notice the necklace.

Harrison nodded but felt the deep sigh that left her as she partially deflated in his hold. “‘ey, honey”.

“I broke it, he… I only had one hand… I…” y/n cried.

“Y/n/n, it’s okay, I’m glad you did,” Harrison promised, leaning back to cup her face. “It helped me know you were here, I couldn’t be happier that you broke it,” he added. He pressed a loving kiss to her clammy and dirty forehead. “Let’s get you out of here”.

Harrison positioned y/n by his side, instructing her to keep her right hand pressed to her wound on her stomach while her left held onto him for support. He made his way to the door that he’d entered through slowly as to not make her pain worse. He shoved the wooden table further out of the way so they could fit through easier.

The couple had just stepped outside and into the flood lights of huge garage when Harrison spotted someone approaching. He quickly moved y/n behind him as he tensed. He could tell by the way the person was stalking over that they didn’t want to be loud and cause a scene but it was clear they weren’t pleased; it had to be y/ex/n. “Love, head home and call nine-nine-nine,” Harrison instructed, passing her his cellphone and guiding her to move behind the large rubbish bin beside the garage.

“No, Haz, he-,” y/n whimpered, her voice carrying her worry for her boyfriend.

“I’m fine, please,” Harrison pleaded, turning to send her a look before he moved to step closer to y/ex/n.

Y/n looked between the two men in debate. She didn’t want to leave Harrison. But she also knew she wasn’t going to be much help given the gash in her stomach. Yet at the same time, it was her previous relationship with y/ex/n that lead to this moment; Harrison didn’t need to get caught up in this. She couldn’t make out the words that Harrison and y/ex/n exchanged, her unsteady breathing muffling and sounds around her. She decided to do as Harrison asked and run to safety so she could call for help. The police would be better help than she would be, especially at this point.

Harrison lunged at y/ex/n as he moved towards y/n. “Stay the hell away from her,” he growled, tackling her ex to the ground as soon as he made contact with him. The downpour of rain refused to cease as the two wrested in the mud.

Y/ex/n groaned and kicked at Harrison’s grip as he wormed his way against the muddy ground in an attempt to escape. Not that he needed much effort since Harrison was already leaping up upon having seen y/ex/n had managed to grab y/n’s ankle and trip her on his way down.

Harrison shook with increased anger and fear as he noticed y/n had seemingly hit her head on the fence post as she fell. She was now rubbing her head and appeared dazed. He quickly pulled back y/ex/n’s fingers until he was forced to let go of y/n’s leg. However, Harrison’s shifted focus allowed y/ex/n the chance to get the upper hand. Y/ex/n swiped his leg across the ground, knocking Harrison’s legs out from under him. Harrison shifted his body so as to not fall on y/n on his way down. He quickly gazed over at her to check on her before he pushed himself up just as y/ex/n began trying to punch him.

Harrison had lost count of how many strikes he’d exchanged with y/ex/n before he saw the red and blue lights light up the night sky. He saw the fear in y/ex/n’s eyes when he realized the police had arrived. However, he also picked up on the fact that y/ex/n was now hoping to flee to avoid being arrested. So, Harrison used y/ex/n’s sudden lack of focus to knock him to the ground and promptly dropped himself onto the man, elbow pressed into his stomach forcefully.

As he pinned y/ex/n to the ground, Harrison turned to face y/n, who was now leaning against the fence, her eyes barely open but on nevertheless. He tried to catch his breath, eyes stuck on her as he waited for the police to fully make their way over. The ceaseless rain continued to pour on both of them, beginning to wash away the mud that had coated Harrison’s shirt. However he worried that the intensity of the rainfall was going to make y/n sick. He wanted to get her out of the rain and into the warmth, safety, and comfort of his home. But, he refused to let y/ex/n flee the way he’d done once before. Tonight’s events were the result of his last escape. Harrison wasn’t going to let that happen again.

Once the officers had located the group and assured Harrison that they had a hold of y/ex/n, he leapt up and rushed over to where y/n was being examined by an officer. “Are the medics coming?” He asked the officer who was evaluating y/n as she rested on the ground.

Y/n weakly reached for Harrison, her gaze blurry from the spinning inside her head. Her lips curled into a faint smile as her boyfriend immediately noticed her need and interlaced their hands. She could hear that me was talking, but she wasn’t sure what was being said. She was beyond exhausted and now that she and Harrison were both safe, she felt she could finally rest her eyes.

“I see them,” Harrison said in response to the officer’s comment about how the medical response team was on their way. His heart rate accelerated as he watched her heavy eyes close. “I’m taking her to them,” he stated, not waiting for the officer’s approval. He quickly scooped y/n up from the ground and held her to him as he rushed across both backyards and to the ambulance. “She’s been c-c.. stabbed, and her head- she uhh hit her head, I think she’s got a concussion, and possibly an infection now from the mud given her open wound, and-“ he began rattling off to the nearest medic.

“Alright, sir, sir,” the medic attempted to interrupt. “We understand mate,” he nodded in acknowledgment. “Set her ‘ere,” he advised, moving so Harrison could reach the stretcher.

“Can I… I can go with, right?” Harrison asked, gripping y/n’s hand tightly as he gazed down at her sleeping form.

The medic looked at the officer that had followed Harrison and y/n to the ambulance with uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what had transpired tonight other than that it was a domestic incident. But he wasn’t sure who had been the victim or victims versus perpetrator(s).

“She,” the officer started as he nodded at the woman on the stretcher. “Gave her story to the dispatcher when she called, he’s,” he continued, now nodding towards the man loyally waiting by the woman’s side. “The current boyfriend and she said he was protecting her. We’ll take the other man to a different hospital, he can go with you and her, we’ll send a detective to meet them there,” the officer concluded, moving backwards so the medics could close the ambiance doors and leave.

Y/n groaned at the sharp pain in her head as she peeled her eyes open. The brightness in the room made her want to scream. She felt a tender squeeze against her palm and turned towards the direction of the sensation. Her lips curled up in a sleepy smile as she met her boyfriend’s face. “Hi Haz,” she greeted lovingly.

“Hi sweetheart,” Harrison whispered. “I tried to turn the light down as much as possible,” he explained with a sympathetic frown. “Doctors say you have a bad concussion”.

Y/n hummed in acknowledgment of this information. “And what about-“

“Your stomach is stitched up,” Harrison sighed. “But, they at least made them y/f/c,” he chuckled humorlessly. He squeezed her hand once again, “it’ll take some time to heal, but you’ll be alright”.

Y/n grinned softly and squeezed Harrison’s hand. “I appreciate that information, Harrison, I do,” she commented. “But, I was actually going to ask about-“.

“Oh, right,” Harrison muttered. “He’s been arrested, they have camera footage from your security system and your neighbor’s backyard camera, so while they will likely still want your report, they said it should be an easy conviction.” He huffed. “Said he broke his nose, some ribs, and,” Harrison paused and shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.. it’s not like it’s enough. After all, apparently the doctors said he-“.

Y/n stiffly turned to face Harrison better. She squeezed his hand as his eyes widened with worry over her movements. “Harrison, honey,” she cooed. “I don’t give a damn about him,” she muttered. “I was trying to ask how you are. Have you been looked at?”

Harrison blushed. He shook his head in disbelief and leaned forward, slightly out of his seat as he moved to kiss her forehead very gently. “Yes,” he promised, sitting back down. “They forced me to be evaluated for the case. I didn’t leave your side though, I… I made them do it here, but I did have to sit over there,” he mumbled, pointing to the chair by the counterspace in her hospital room.

“Harrison,” y/n chuckled lightly, squeezing his hand to bring his attention back to her. “That’s okay baby,” she promised, “I’m just glad you came for me”.

“Of course I came for you,” Harrison whispered breathily.

Y/n smiled warmly and squeezed Harrison’s hand again. “What did the doctors say when they evaluated you?” She questioned.

“Nothing to worry about darling,” Harrison answered, brushing some hair from y/n’s face with his hand that wasn’t holding hers.

“I’ll be the one to decide that,” y/n argued knowingly.

Harrison chuckled and shook his head. “Few broken fingers and some bruises, nothing major, promise,” he hummed.

“Good,” y/n sighed in relief. She shifted until she was lying flat against the hospital bed one again. “I know you won’t accept it, but thank you again Harrison, truly,” she whispered, her eyes getting heavy again.

Harrison watched as her blinks began to last longer, her fatigue taking its toll on her again. “I’ll always fight for you my love, you’re safe now, close your eyes and rest,” he encouraged, stroking her cheek with his free hand as he watched her eyelids get heavier. He sighed in peace as he watched her go back to sleep, pleased everything was going to be okay.

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wrong choices with happy ends | h.o.

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

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

word count: 4,7k

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

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

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

Much to the confusion of your friends. Especially Tom. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You could come with me.” 

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

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t want to.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But you were thinking about it!” 

“I wasn’t!” 

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

He laughs. “That’s a lie.” 

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

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

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

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

“I hate you!” you laugh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: wtf??

You: I’m not sleeping with him 

Harrison: but you’re sleeping in the same bed 

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

Harrison: I don’t have a problem 

You: doesn’t sound like it 

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

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

“Everything okay?”

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

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

Harrison: bathroom in 5 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So?” 

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

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

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

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

“Good.”

You roll your eyes. “Good.”

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n…”

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

He takes a step closer, and so do you.

“Don’t go with him.”

You swallow the lump down. “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can do whatever I want.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do you care so much about that?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Because I can’t have you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Harrison.” 

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi Haz,” you whisper. 

“Hi.”

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

“I wanted to talk. Can I come in?”

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

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

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

You press your lips together. “Alright.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“-Because I stole your best friend.”

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

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

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

“And why?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I already said that, y/n.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did Tom forbid it?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Just answer it.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t believe that.” 

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

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

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

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

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

[faefictions]

Lonely People | Ch 23

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: descriptions of past abuse (reader definitely need therapy, but I just did not have the time or energy to add extra chapters)

Word Count: 3716

HERE IS THE FINAL CHAPTER. You have no idea how bitter sweet today is, posting the last chapter after planning and writing this for 4 years. Thank you to everyone who has read any part of this series in the past, and to all the future readers. I appreciate each and every one of you. 

Y/n never thought she would get this feeling back. She didn’t feel terrified of her past catching up with her anymore, or at least not as intensely as before. She didn’t feel as if she needed to walk on eggshells to prevent it from repeating. But there was still something eating at her. 

Ian was no longer giving her nightmares, and she was thankful for that, but she still couldn’t sleep that first night back. Since meeting every single one of her friends in this new home, she had kept her life from them. She had owed them answers for too long, and now she felt the guilt of it tenfold. 

The morning after the altercation with Ian, she sat Sierra and Jace down in the living room, just the three of them. She told them about her family, about high school, and answered every single question they had been too afraid to ask. The tears they shed together were exhausting enough to make her want to go right back to bed, but she had more to do. 

The next stop, naturally, was Robin. She knew this was going to be more difficult that talking to her roommates. Robin already knew everything, sure, but that gave him all the more reason to be upset about her actually going back. 

When he answered the door, she stood timidly and waited for him to invite her in. He did so wordlessly. 

“So, you ready to talk about how the fuck he showed up to your doorstep? Please don’t tell me you were dumb enough to tell him where you were.”

“Good morning to you too.”

“Please, no sarcastic bullshit today, y/n. You know how serious of a situation that could have been.”

“I know. That’s why I came here to explain, but I know how dumb it’s going to sound already, so please, just be patient with me.”

She sounded so small, still afraid, and Robin couldn’t help but try to comfort her. 

They sat on his couch as she told him about how Ian had found her, how she didn’t feel like telling him no was an option, but most importantly, how much everyone there had missed them. 

“Apparently they all just assumed we had both died, which I get for me, but I didn’t know you stopped talking to all of them. Nick is pissed to say the least.” 

“Yeah, he was the hardest to cut out,” Robin chuckled. 

“So why did you? I was in hiding, not you. You could have kept talking to them.”

“I was just trying to keep you safe.”

That sentence nearly knocked the air out of y/n. For nearly a year, while they were arguing or not speaking to each other, Robin had continued to isolate himself from his childhood friends for her. She would have never asked him to do that, not even when they were on better terms.

“Well, I don’t think Ian is coming back any time soon, and Nick will kill me if you don’t reach out and at least say hi. So please, don’t worry about me anymore. I would be more worried about Nick coming out here to beat your ass for making him worry.”

They both laughed at the sentiment, which they knew was entirely possible. Nick had been the only other person back home to know about how terrible Ian had been to y/n, the only other person who would have done anything to protect her. Neither of them had wanted to leave him in the dust with the rest of them, but had to out of self preservation. 

“Maybe I’ll see if he wants to come visit. You don’t realize how much you’ll miss someone’s annoying rants about Star Wars until you have to live without them.”

There was an awkward silence as y/n considered her next sentence, and Robin could tell she was fighting herself on it. 

“What is it?”

“Do you think he’s mad at me?”

“Who, Ian? Are we really getting into this shit again? Didn’t end well for us last time.”

“No! Not Ian. But about that… I am sorry for blowing up on you about that conversation.”

“I know… I’m sorry too,” Robin replied, taking a second before scooting closer to her on the cushion. “I know I’ll never understand. And I know you really did love him before… before he showed his true colors. I shouldn’t have said what I said, but I was just so scared that you were going to go back, and there would be no more helping you. I was scared.”

“I understand. I would have never done it though. I don’t even know what was going through my head back then. But trust me, I’m never going back there. And I’m not going to let him do any of it again.” 

“So who were you asking about, then?”

“Harrison.”

“Y/n-“

“Don’t say it like that, you make me feel like a helpless little puppy.”

“You kinda are.”

“Asshole,” she chuckled, and shoved him. 

“Have you talked to him?”

“Of course not. I told him I wanted nothing to do with him anymore, and then disappeared without a trace, just to come back with my abusive ex in tow to hit me right in front of him.”

“And we both saw his reaction to that.”

“I know, but I just don’t understand why he would do that. I don’t even know why he was there in the first place. If I were him, the second I had heard I had disappeared, I would roll my eyes and ignore the situation.”

“You’re an idiot. Just please, go talk to him. I can tell you still care about him, otherwise, you wouldn’t care whether or not he was upset.”

“What am I even supposed to say to him though?”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Robin was right. She had asked Sierra to ask Tom where she could find Harrison, and the entire walk to the library, her head was empty. She had no idea what she was supposed to say, how she was supposed to apologize, or if she even should. But the second she saw him sitting at a table on the second floor, sun barely shining through the window to provide enough light to read the open book in front of him, the anxiety dampened. 

“Hey,” she spoke, barely above a whisper. When he looked up at her, the wind was knocked out of him. The last thing he was expecting today was to run into her, and by the looks of it, she was seeking him out, which hadn’t even been an option to cross his mind. 

“Uhm, can I sit?”

He simply nodded, and kicked the chair across the table out for her. She awkwardly sat and looked at him as he continued to read his textbook. 

“Didn’t know you were a math nerd. That shit looks impossible,” she tried to break the tension, but she was telling the truth. Nothing on the page in front of him made sense to her. 

“I’m not, that’s why I’m studying.”

“Oh.”

He finally broke his stare at the book and glanced up at her, eyes fixated on the table between them. She didn’t seem as scared as the last time they spoke, but he couldn’t pinpoint what was going on in her head. She seemed lost in thought. 

“I thought we weren’t speaking.”

“Looks like we are,” she offered a half hearted smile.

“You don’t have to do this.” 

“Do what?”

“You don’t owe me,” he said matter of factly and returned his gaze to the book. 

“That’s not what this is.”

“Y/n, I don’t know who that was, or what happened between you. But no one should treat you like that. He got what he deserved, end of story. No thanks necessary.” 

She reached out with a sigh and pulled the book away from Harrison, keeping it open on her side of the table so he didn’t lose his place. 

“I didn’t come her to thank you. I came so you can get what you deserve to.”

“Are you threatening me?” he asked, which caused him to chuckle for the first time since she had appeared. 

“Of course not,” she smiled back, “You deserve answers. So hit me with your best shot.”

“I’m good.” he offered a sad smile and reach to take his book back, but she quickly slapped her hand down to stop him from sliding it back over.

“Harrison, please,” she quickly glanced around to make sure no one was within ear shot. Luckily, as it was still the end of winter break, not many students were in the library that morning. 

“Y/n, you made it clear that you were done. You don’t have to change your mi-“

“Fine, if you won’t ask, I’ll just start. Would you rather do this here or outside?”

Harrison sighed before he looked around as well to see no one around.

“I see no problem with talking here.”

“Ok, good,” she smiled, before the nerves came back when she realized she was going to have to really hash up the past this time. This wasn’t like with Sierra and Jace. They deserved answers, they deserved to finally know her, but Harrison deserved so much more. 

“So, uh, that guy was my ex. Which might have been obvious, but it seems like a good place to start.”

Harrison reach out across the table, mindlessly, and grabbed her hand to comfort her. If he had been thinking straight, he wouldn’t have dared trying to touch her, but her nervous rambling hurt his heart. As their fingers touched, her voice grew a bit more confident, and continued to grow as she continued. 

“I know I told you about what happened to my family, so I can skip that part. But after that… after that I had no where to live. My parents didn’t own their home, and it wasn’t like I was going to be able to live there on my own anyway. I didn’t have a job, and I was still in high school. Long story short, I had to move in with my boyfriend at the time. Ian’s parent’s weren’t home often, which was great at first. I mean, even back then I didn’t like crying around anyone. It was easier to have my existential meltdowns in private when it was just the two of us. And things were great for the first few months. He was always there for me, but then suddenly it was just too much for him. I was just sad all the time, which I mean, I get how that can be exhausting, so I don’t blame him. Robin says I rationalize everything he did too much, but that I really can understand. But…” she glanced around one more time to ensure they were still alone, “He started to get more mean. He’d have a fight with our friends and take it out on me, I’d fail a test and he would just go on about how dumb I was and he didn’t want to be responsible for me his whole life if I couldn’t manage to make anything of myself. He started to hit me a few months later. I didn’t think it was the end of the world at first, because he would always apologize the next day, and he promised he would never do it again, but after the fifth time, you kinda learn to expect it. 

“After a while, I got really angry about it. I had all this pent up anger about my family dying, and being thrown into this new situation and being expected to just act like nothing had ever happened, like I was just peachy keen 24/7. So one night, when he started a fight, I fought back, and he really didn’t like that,” she laughed bitterly, “He did a lot more that just slap me that night, and I left. I didn’t want anyone’s parent’s to know what was going on, because that was the only place I had to live, and I didn’t want to uproot everything again. So I went to the only person I knew whose parents would also not be home. Robin.

“I had to tell Robin everything, and he tried his best to get me get out of there. But like I said, I had no where to go. So it didn’t take long for me to go back and apologize for being so mean to him. That happened a couple of times, and our friend Nick was the only other person who knew. He was at Robin’s house one night, was surprisingly more adamant about getting me the fuck out of there. But I just… I couldn’t just leave him. Ian was the last thing I had from my life before my family died. But right before graduation…”

She paused to take a breath, and Harrison squeezed her hand as he saw her start to tear up. After letting out a deep breath, she began again. 

“A couple weeks before graduation, I broke up with him. I had had enough of him hitting me, and I had agreed to move in with Robin until he left for college, and I was going to get a job and get my own place. We got into a really bad fight over it, he was so mad that I had the audacity to break up with him, when it should have been the other way around. He beat me up really bad, and I tried to fight him back, but I just… I got hurt really bad. He ended up leaving, and I had to call Robin and Nick for help. I was afraid I was going to die, because I was bleeding, and I was so lightheaded. I passed out before they even got there. They ended up taking me to the hospital, and they told the doctors I was mugged, because they knew I would have been so mad if they had told the truth, but they also didn’t want Ian to know they knew. Luckily, I was still able to graduate, and Robin…He’d sent in my application for college. We both got accepted here, and after that night, I agreed to go with him, as long as we didn’t tell anyone else. So Ian and I were over, and I hid out at Robin’s place until we skipped town. To our friends, it seemed like I just dropped off the face of the earth after graduation, and it seemed like Robin just went to college like normal.”

“Can I ask you a question?” Harrison spoke softly, not raising his voice above a whisper. She nodded in reply, making quick contact with his eyes to reassure him he could say anything he wanted. 

“The other night, at the party. It wasn’t me you were afraid of was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I… beat the shit out of that asshole, which he deserved by the way,” he aded quickly making her laugh, “You didn’t see me, did you? You saw Ian.”

“Kind of, but not exactly.”

“So what happened?”

“When Ian and I started dating he was the same way. Any dude to hit on me got threatened, which I thought was endearing at first, like he was just looking out for me. But he was never bluffing, he really did have it in him. And when that guy touched me, I already wasn’t all there in the head. So seeing you hitting him, my brain just connected the dots.” 

“You thought I would hit you?” Harrison’s heart broke as he asked, but he supposed it made perfect sense under the circumstances. 

“Haz, it’s not that I thought you would ever be capable of doing anything like that. But I… I never thought he would do it either. I don’t know who’s safe anymore. All that bastard did was show me that even the people I love and trust the most are capable to hurting me more than anyone else.”

“You know I could never hurt you, right?”

“Deep down, yes. But my brain can’t… I don’t know how to explain it.”

He could see the thoughts racing through her head as she tried to justify her answer, so he quickly stood up and crossed the table to sit next to her. He grabbed her hand again and held it closer to him. 

“Hey, stay with me,” he smiled at her, thought his heartbreak was showing clearly on his face. 

“I know you would never hurt me, Haz. Not on purpose. But after Ian, I just can’t trust that anyone has my best interest at heart. And I’m so sorry I got you involved in all of this. I’m so fucking sorry you were there yesterday, you shouldn’t have had to deal with that for me.”

“Winter break, you were with him right? Did he…?”

“No, we were around people all week. He just showed up at my apartment and I didn’t feel like I could say no, no one was there to help me. But back home, the worst he did was yell at me, it’s fine.” 

“It’s not. Nothing about anything he ever did or said to you is fine, okay? No one deserves how he treated you, but you of all people especially don’t deserve it.”

“You’re just saying that because you have a crush on me,” she teased, which did cause a smile to creep up on him, but he fought it off to keep the serious tone. 

“I’m saying it because it’s true. You’ve been through enough. And I don’t give a shit if you never talk to me again, but if I ever see anyone do that to you again, I’ll handle it just like I did him.”

“Promise?”

She stuck out her pinky to him, a force of habit she thought she had finally gotten over. The second she realized, she nearly withdrew her hand, but not before he grabbed her pinky back with his own. She sat for a second, staring at it. She had always thought her pinky had fit perfectly with Ian’s, like a cruel cosmic joke that she had been made for him. But Harrison’s fit around her’s perfectly, his warm skin warmed her cold hand, and the feeling of belonging with someone washed over her. This time, she didn’t fight it off in fear. 

“I don’t want to never talk to you again, you know,” she offered quietly, as nervous as a child speaking to a distant family member at their mother’s request. 

“Y/n, I told you already, you don’t owe me anything,” Harrison replied, doing his best to not get his hopes up again. What he felt towards her hadn’t changed one bit, but he knew now that he could never put her in a position where she felt forced. As long as she found her way to her own happiness, he would happy, even if it meant he had no place in her life. 

“I know, I don’t. But that doesn’t mean I don’t still want to spend time with you.”

“Well maybe we’ll have some classes together and we can be forced into another partner project,” he smiled, and brought his hand up to wipe the last stray tear from her check. Just as he was about to move his hand away, she nuzzled her cheek into it, not breaking eye contact. 

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“You said you didn’t want to do this anymore.” 

“I’m allowed to change my mind at any point, remember?”

He stared at her, trying to read her facial expression to see how serious she was, if she was being coerced in any way. 

“If you don’t want to, you can just say that Harrison, I would understand.” 

“No,” he interjected as she began to turn away from him, and used the hand on her cheek to guide her eyes back to him. 

“We can’t just pick up where we left off, that doesn’t feel right, so how about this,” Harrison reached out his hand nervously and waited for her to take it, “Name’s Harrison, and you are?”

“What are you doing,” she giggled, hesitating to shake his outstretched hand.

“Starting over.”

She smiled as she slowly took his hand and shook it, “Y/n. It’s lovely to meet you Harrison.” 

“Likewise. May I take you to dinner tonight?”

“That’s very forward, we just met,” she smiled, which made him roll his eyes, “But it sounds lovely.”

“Good. And, just so you know, if I ever hurt you, I’m sure you have at least 2 or 3 friends who would be more than happy to beat the shit out of me. And I promise you here and now, I wouldn’t even fight back. But I also promise I’m not him. Ok?”

She stared at him for a moment as she took a breath, and told her brain to calm down before she nodded. 

“Hey Harrison?”

“Yes?”

“I know we just met and all, but-“ he elbowed her in the arm before she could finish, and they both laughed. 

“But what?” He laughed once again, smiling as he looked her acting so happy.

“Will you kiss me?”

“What?” It took him a second to process her request. He had intended to take things much slower this time, everything on her terms and on her own timeline. He didn’t want to ruin things by jumping to a kiss so soon, but the smile she gave him as he sat there flabbergasted was a clear sign that she was ok. 

“Kiss me, Haz. Please.” 

He didn’t wait another moment before dipping his face to hers, lips meeting first before both of his hands cupped her cheeks. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and ran one hand through the hair at the base of his skull. 

When they broke away, she smiled at him and continued to hold him close. 

“I know we both think we should take things slower this time, but this just makes up for the New Year’s kiss I missed out on this year.” 

“Well then, Happy New Year,” he smiled, and he closed the gap between them once more. 

[tomholland1996simp]

could you make a tom holland x sister reader when her brothers walk in on there sister having sex (age 16-17?)

Caught in the act || Holland sister

Summary: The reader and her boyfriend are having sex and get caught by her brothers.

I don’t like this, I haven’t even read it over….

Y/N had invited her boyfriend over to chill at her house. She knew that her brothers would be home, however they were just going to stay in her room anyways. The holland brothers didn’t know about their relationship, they believed that they were both best friends, like they have been for three years now. Y/n had been dating Jordan for over six months now, they nearly had been caught many times by her family. His family knew they were both together, y/n wasn’t sure why she didn’t tell hers.

Now he had finally arrived, y/n greeting him by the door. “J!” y/n wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, his arms going around her waist.

“Hey b-y/n/n” He spoke, seeing Tom in the kitchen, pulling away and remembering to act like y/n and him were best friends. Y/N closes the door behind him whilst he took his shoes off and hanged his jacket up on the pegs.

Tom looked in his direction seeing his sister and her very close best friend. Tom didn’t mind him, he just knew there must’ve been something going on. Y/N and Jordon were way to close to be best friends, he’s even seen paparazzi pictures of them both out and about. None of it proving they was dating but he knew his sister really liked him.

“Hey Tom” Jordan smiled walking through the kitchen with y/n. He knew the brothers a little bit, due to him coming around a lot. Nikki always counted him as part of the family.

“Hey, Jordan. How you been?” Tom asked, them both starting up a little conversation, it eventually ending when y/n motioned for Jordan to come up the stairs to her room. “I’ll catch you up later mate” Tom spoke realising the time, him and the brothers planned to go to the pub whilst their parents were away.

“Y/n i’m going pub with the others, i’ll be back late at night. Love you!” Tom shouted as she stood on the stairs waiting. “Okay, love you too” Y/n smiled as he walked over to the door. She quickly grabbed Jordan’s arm, hearing the front door close, bringing him to her room and shut the door.

“In such a rush to get me into your room” Jordan smirked jokingly, earning a smack in the arm from y/n. “Missed you, Angel” He pulled y/n close to him placing a sweet kiss on her lips. She hummed in satisfaction when she felt his lips on hers.

“Miss you too” She said once there lips pulled apart. “wanna watch a movie?”

__________________

Tom had to drive everyone back home that night, him not drinking anything so the rest could have fun. He did have a few drinks but not enough for it not to be safe to drive. He dropped Tuwaine off, driving him, Harrison and his brothers back home. It was 2 in the morning once he had arrived home, parking the car in the driveway. He shushed his brothers, knowing you would be fast asleep by now, probably from boredom.

“Carful!” He snapped at Harrison and Harry who were clumsily taking their shoes off, nearly making him fall over in the process of taking his own off. They both just laughed, too pissed out of there mind needing sleep. “Y/n is asleep you need to be quiet” He told them, Sam joining in the laugh a little.

The boys slowly swayed up the stairs, it being pitch black around the house. All Tom had to do was get Harrison to the guest room and his other brothers to theirs. Harrison on the other hand, had other ideas. Tom heard the noises first, but thought nothing off them.

That was until he heard, “Fuck, Jordan” come from a door. Y/N’s door. That’s where he had heard the noise, he now could clearly hear the small moans and the bed creaking.

Harrison cheekily smirked, hearing the noise from the act in y/n’s room. He quickly barged into the room with the other drunk boys, y/n and Jordan stopping there actions and lifting the covers up more. Y/N was embarrassed but shocked. Now stood there drunk boys, Tom storming into the room as well. But he was sober.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him, “Ooo y/n and Jordan got caught in the act” Harrison teases pissing you both off, making Tom more fuming.

“Wait, wait, your dating?” Harry laughed a little.

This was very awkward for y/n, her boyfriend was literally on top of her, still inside her whilst her brothers and her brothers best friend kept talking. Of course the covers hid both your bodies, it still being really weird.

Sam was next to speak, “Are you still inside of my sister?” He asked a bit mad, clearly he had sobered up a bit. Jordan didn’t know what to say, he just slowly pulled out, luckily the brothers didn’t notice. Jordan rolled off y/n, them both still holding the covers to their chests.

“Can you get out!” Y/N finally shouted, sitting up a little. “Y/N! Your fucking sixteen and your having sex! How long has this been going on for?” Tom yelled at the both of them.

“I’m nearly seventeen-“ Y/n tried to defend yourself, it not leading anywhere. “How fucking long y/n y/m/n Holland!” Now y/n knew Tom was mad, she was in deep shit. He never ever called her by her full name, only when he was proper pissed.

“6months” Y/n tried watch his facial expression to determine how mad he possibly would be.

“YOU’VE BEEN HAVING SEX FOR SIX MONTHS!” Sam shouted.

“No!” You immediately shout.

“Yesss you go girl” Harrison slurred, making y/n and Jordan hold back a laugh. Sam slapped the back of his head, Tom pushing the boys out of her room. “Tom your sister was getting banged for six months” Harrison giggled like a little girl, only wanting to piss Tom off, he didn’t hear your reply after though.

“Get changed, i’ll be back in a minute” Tom stormed out of the room slamming the door. Y/N felt guilty, a bit annoyed at herself, she didn’t really understand why he was so angry though. It’s her life. She’s nearly seventeen and even if she is young he must’ve done it at her age, no?

Y/N and Jordan got changed, Y/N throwing her pjs on and Jordan wearing grey joggers with a white shirt. They waited patiently for Tom to shout at them. The knock making y/n’s heart stop, “Are you decent?” His voice was a lot softer now, he didn’t shout or seem that mad.

“Yeah”

Tom walked in, deciding to stand up than sit on y/n’s bed. He couldn’t get the disgusting thought out of his head, his sister having sex. His baby sister, his only sister. The truth is he was mad a little, however it was mostly because he didn’t like y/n growing up. He remembers the days when he used to catch her sneaking chocolate into her mouth or finding her embarrassingly dancing in her room. Now he catches her having sex with a guy he thought was a very close friend.

“I-I’m sorry Tommy. I promise it hasn’t been going on for six months, w-we’ve——uhh—We’ve been dating for six months” Y/N admits, now the truth was finally out. She felt much better getting it off her chest.

Tom then looked over at Jordan, he really hopes he can trust him. Y/N deserves the world, he wanted her to find an amazing boy. Obviously he didn’t want her to date till 20, he always said that. “We’ve only had sex a couple of times” He said, y/n quickly slapping his chest then hiding her face in embarrassment. Great, she just wanted her brother to know about her sex life.

“Thanks?” Tom asked more like a question, shaking the thought out his brain. “I’m not mad y/n, it’s just I hate seeing you grow up. Yeah it’s not nice walking in on my sister having sex to a guy I thought was her best friend, but you was gonna do it eventually, I mean right? It’s just your young, you got to be carful.” He crouched down to her level, looking at the girl in the face. She has changed a lot, she getting older. He just needs fo accept that.

“You are using protection right?” He asked.

“Mmm not all the time, you see our hands gets to sweaty-“ Y/N tries to joke, looking at the serious look on her brothers face.

“Right, too soon for jokes” She rubs the back of her neck. “Yes. Yes we are. Now can we stop talking about this it’s weird” Y/N smiles at Tom who returns it back.

“I mean now that Jordan is confirmed as your boyfriend, he must want to see the baby album” Tom smirked.

“No, No!”

hate this. happy new year!

[your-nanas-house]

Hi love! What do you think of a fic/headcanon (whatever you prefer) where Tom Holland is secretly dating Tony Stark’s daughter? Thank you so much 💗

Hello! Sure thing. 🥰 I did an imagine in the end.

Back to reality

(Photos not mine, credit to the owner)

◇ Pairing: Tom Holland X fem Stark!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, secret relationship, hiding, swearing, reality, fanfiction

◇ Summary: in the request

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Y/n's hand quickly covered your mouth, her hands were soft and reached your jaw, gently grazing it with her fingertips.

Her y/e/c eyes were fixed on yours in an almost hypnotic way as she silently pleaded you not to make any noise; her mouth moved and her expression showed slight panic as she pushed you against the wardrobe door in her bedroom.

Your back hit the hard surface of the wood and the last thing you saw, before you were embraced by the darkness that swallowed you into the wardrobe, was your girlfriend's face as she quickly closed the doors before leaving her father, Tony fucking Stark, in the room.

The two voices could be heard perfectly even though you were behind a light wooden door holding your breath waiting....

Harrison's hand brought Tom back to reality, his hazel gaze that had previously been fixed on his phone as he read the fanfiction he had found shifted fearfully to his friend who was giggling in amusement pointing out that it was the tenth story he had read about Y/n Stark and that he needed to focus on reality since he had to visit his parents in less than an hour, thus advising him to forget for a while about the Marvel character so beloved by the actor and the various stories fans were writing that were often with convoluted but interesting plots such as a secret relationship or friends with benefits and more.

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[imagination0708]

Starstruck (Part 5)

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader, Harrison Osyterfield X Gracie

Tom's POV:

During the car the ride to the premiere, I felt as though there was a tension in the car so thick that I could cut it with a knife. A few months back, (4 months), Harrison had told me that he had fallen in love with Gracie, the thing was however he didn't knowhow to make the perfect confession. NI told him to just say whatever was on his mind just like I did with Y/n. I wish he did that when he told me he was going to confess to Gracie. Harrison had also told me to time about five minutes before asking him to leave before anything happened. I did just that. When I took a quick glance at Y/n, who was seating beside me in the backseat, she looked super nervous. She was biting on her nails and shaking her leg. Calmly, I placed my hand on her thigh to stop her from shaking her legs and tell her that I was there for her. Of course once I removed my hands, she immediately went back to doing the same thing, so I just left my hand there.

After that long car ride, we were finally at the premiere. The paparazzies were taking picture after picture. Lights were flashing so much that if I wasn't blind by the time I got into the theatre, it would be a surprise.

Y/n POV:

When we pulled up at the red carpet, I felt the camera's all flashing and clicking in my eyes. Since I was wearing a low cut top, I used my hand purse to block my chest while getting out of the car. As me and Tom walked down the red carpet, we stopped along the way to talk to some of our fans and reporters while also signing different things. It was not exactly comfortable to take millions of pictures but that's what a red carpet is right? Getting your photo snapped, talking to fans and things like that. BUt of course me and Tom had our relationships under the wraps, and made sure to keep our hands of each other, dismissing everything as just being good friends.

[indeediagree]

YOU ARE POSSIBLY GREATEST PERSON (after me)

Hello, I am currently very bored and wouldn't mind to write something requested. Ask anything, fluff, smut, angst I write it.

Current fandoms I can write for are:

The Sandman (Netflix)

Moon Knight or MCU in general

Criminal Minds

Harry Potter (Marauders era)

Maze Runner

Good Omens

Shadow and Bone

Six of Crows

Hawaii Five - O

Wednesday (Netflix)

Young Royals (Netflix)

Dead Poets Scociety

Actors:

Marvel Actors

Tom Sturridge

Cillian Murphy

Henry Cavill

Edvin Ryding

But I can also write for anyone I haven't mentioned here, just ask. OC or Y/N story are also offered.

I want to start writing more and I would appreciate any support or ideas I get from you.

Lot's of Love,

~suckerforfantasy

[websterss]

MY LADY IN GRACEFUL ARMOR — HARRISON OSTERFIELD

SUMMARY: The reader is a knight and has fought to earn her place amongst the other men, plus the reader’s father was one of the greatest knights in the kingdom. And she trains harder than any of the other knights. 

WARNING(S): Fluff, some angst I guess

WORD COUNT: 2,815

PAIRING: Prince!Harrison Osterfield x Knight!fem!Reader 

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! This is an old repost. Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

There had been a time where a little girl dreamed of living in riches and dressed properly in the finest gowns made by the best seamstresses. That dream brought her hope and fascination. Royalty was something she wanted for her family more than her own desires. Her family didn’t have the best money, but they did have something going for them. Her father served as a knight for the Osterfield’s, a royally rich family who repaid the Y/L/N’s back for allowing her father to guard the royal family.

As her father trained and fought when Y/n was barely a small child, he often brought her along and let her explore the parts of the castle where he built up his strength with the rest of the men who served. Y/n would wander around carefully avoiding swords that clashed together and sharp knives being thrown at their target. She’d go down a long corridor where it would lead her to the stables. This had to be her favorite place to go. Especially after her meeting with the king and queen’s son. Harrison.

Harrison and she hit it off quite nicely after he offered her an apple after having fallen down from trying to climb on top of one of the horses. Just a scrape on the knee and a juicy red apple to calm her cries. The two were only eight and nine at the time. By now Harrison was learning the ways of ruling an entire kingdom all on his own, for now at least, since he was to be betrothed to a princess on his twenty-first birthday. Yet you knew better where your priorities stood. And that was to serve and guard your majesties and fight in any war that could harm the royal family and its kingdom.

Having a place amongst the other knights was an honor. Serving and protecting your king and queen was basically giving up your life for theirs, but it was a sacrifice you were willing to do for your kingdom and for your father. After having won in a chaotic war, to which your father prepared his entire life for, nothing could have prepared him for his beloved wife to fall ill. This was shortly after your twelfth birthday.

A common sickness that your mother had held. The doctors said there was nothing that could be done other than being by her side during her last few hours. It brought you despair and utter depression to watch her go. Her eyes slowly closed. It replayed in your head over and over, until it became a nightmare you would wake up from.

Her dying changed some part within you that it made you hate any higher end for taking her so soon. It made you angry, it made you do the one thing that your father never wanted you to become. But alas, there was nothing he could do to prevent you from being a noble knight like he was. He forbade you, but he knew better than to think you would actually listen to him, and to what he had to oppose.

He hadn’t let you touch a bloody sword until you turned sixteen. Then that’s when your training began. A lot of the younger boys who were about your age considered you a dainty girl who could break under a simple beating. They made fun of you, but what would they know, you were a girl, so what, it’s not like they’ve haven’t seen a girl before. You were a girl who had something to prove, not just to the boys who laughed and mocked you or even your father, but to the girl’s who didn’t believe they could be above a man.

It was not easy at first, the guys definitely did not go soft on you, which you were grateful for, but it did hurt nonetheless every time they pinned you under them. You could not put your finger on the number of cuts and bruises you received from them. 

-

The groans you let out as one of the boys you would be paired up with, Philipp, had always managed to get a tight hold on your wrist. Pinning them above your head with a stupid smirk plastered on his lips.

“Sure you got the hang of it there, sweetheart?” Philipp would taunt you. He was never one who liked to be beaten, so as long as he had a girl, you, underneath him. All the guys saw him as an equal.

“Get off me.” You’d grunt as he always felt the need to apply pressure to a bruised area on your body.

“If we were not training, I would like this position a tad more, don’t ya think so?” Phillip was rather straightforward when he wanted to be, but when he spoke what was on his mind, it usually wasn’t quite appropriate.

“I said get off!”

“Make me then.”

“Phillip, I believe the lady asked you to let her go.” His voice brought chills down your spine as you noticed how quiet the training area got.

It was almost an everyday thing where the prince himself got you out of situations where you needed help. You never asked for his service or the constant saving. You were a knight, and a knight played the hero, not the damsel in distress. Stressed out you were at times, but a damsel, certainly not, and never would be.

“You did not have to do that.” You protested.

“You did not have to become a knight either, but here we are. Besides, Phillip was being an arse.” Harrison’s expression gave it all away, he was angry.

“And he will keep being an arse if you do not quit helping me. I am not…” You paused. “a damsel who needs saving, Harrison.” You clenched your jaw and let a few teardrops fall. Your face hardened. You had grown tired of the constant pleading and arguing. You did not have the time to put up with him.

“You are not a knight yet, Y/n, so I’ll keep being your knight in shining armor until then.” Those would be his final words every time you confronted him about the way he saw you, the way he treated you. As if you were a delicate flower, so precious, so dainty that even the slightest crush or touch from a hand would somehow cause you harm. You would lose a petal and begin to fade. You were not going to have none of it though. 

-

It was a regular evening at the castle. Some of the knights were standing guard, keeping a close eye for an intruder. The king and queen and their youngest, Princess Charlotte, were all tucked away in their chambers fast asleep getting a good night’s rest. The prince, however, was very wide awake, and couldn’t get the tiniest bit of shut-eye. Staring at the dark ceiling tucked underneath the sheets, he couldn’t help but feel the need to get out of bed. Not having the slightest idea of what he would find, Harrison slipped on his breeches and a shirt. He left his shirt untied, letting the thin black strings hang loosely on his chest. He slipped on his boots and left his chamber.

The corridors were slightly dimmed by the burning torches up against the walls, it wasn’t completely dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see.

Walking past pillars he was all too familiar with, he soon realized he was coming close to the training area. A glimmer of light illuminating the entryway of the double doors. One door was ajar, however.

He got closer and then finally heard heavy grunts and puffs and the sound of the targets getting hit. He stepped forward glancing inside to see who had the nerve to be up this late at night.

He wasn’t sure who it could be, the curiosity got the better of him and he leaned his body weight against the door frame, getting a clear view of the person.

And lo and behold, there you were facing the knives you just threw perfectly alongside the arrows you arched just minutes early.

You were quite out of breath, and the beads of sweat on your face and neck lingered. Some of it could still be seen right down the cleavage area on the top of your breast. Even in this state, Harrison could not help but admire you more.

You ran the back of your sleeve against your forehead. Taking a deep breath before grabbing a hold of your crossbow, pulling it upwards to aim.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Harrison announced his presence inside the room making you quickly turn around at the sound of his voice.

Harrison stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

“As opposed to your bedtime?” You quipped back at him.

“I am the prince I can do as I please.” He rolled his eyes as he took long strides towards you. 

“And I am a knight, I can train as I please.” You turned your back to him. “Preferably alone that is.” You said over your shoulder.

“Ah yes.” He nodded playing along. “Will you see lady Y/n.” He smirked knowing how much you dislike being called lady. “You certainly can train, but you wouldn’t be much use if you keep overworking yourself now would you?” He hovered over you, standing closely behind you. The touch of his fingers sweeping your hair to one side was too good to be true. 

“I am not overworking myself.” Your chest rose and then fell from short of breath.

“Your sweating love.” Harrison walked around to face you fully. His hand rose to brush a few strands of your hair out of your face.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “That is what happens when someone works very hard.” 

“Why do you need to work harder?” He looked at you confused. “I am still hoping to prove my worth.” You shrugged.

“Worth? You most certainly have proven the strength you contain and your capability of pinning even the strongest man there is. What more could you possibly have to prove?!” He shook his head in disbelief.

You stared at him for a brief moment before shaking your head and retrieved your two swords. Of course, Harrison would be clueless to what you needed to prove. Too busy trying to be king, he forgot the one thing you disliked him doing. If he couldn’t figure it out for himself then you were going to have to do it yourself.

“Y/n?” He furrowed his brows as he watched you throw your swords and catch them by the blades.

“What do you think you are doing?” He stepped back as you took a step towards him.

“Proving myself.” You let a deep breath out before lunging yourself at him.

Harrison reacted rather quickly, dodging the arm you swung towards his head. Once he stood tall again he stared at you wide-eyed.

“Are you mad?”

“Fight me!” You swung your swords again.

“What? No, Y/n stop this!” Harrison kept dodging your swings. He was ducking and backing away from your approaches. He was getting really tired of trying to get away from you, so he did what he could do. Right as you took another swing at him he crouched and spun kicking your leg outwards. The contact made you fall on your back with a grunt.

Harrison acted quickly and straddled your hips to get you to stop moving. He grabbed a hold of your wrist and pinned them above your head.

“Will. You. Stop!” He groaned as you continued to squirm underneath him.

“Get off me!” You growled.

“No.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I did not wake up to fight you.” 

“Then why are you even here?”

“I was concerned about you.” His eyes softened a bit.

“I’m fine.” You huffed as you felt defeated by his hold.

“I do not believe you.” He stared down at you with those blue eyes of his.

“Get off.” You muttered quietly.

“Not until you tell me why you felt the need to fight with me.” He shook his head. You continued to squirm around more until you finally caved in. “You see me as weak.” You frowned.

“What are you talking about?”

“I am talking about you treating me as if I am still a damsel in distress. It has been a very long time and to this day you keep doing things that make me look dainty.” You admitted. 

“What things?” He questioned.

“Well for starters this!” You motioned to how you and he were laying on the floor.

“Oh.” He quickly released your wrists. “I didn’t know that bothered you.” He dusted the dirt off him before offering his hand to you. You took it, either way, then got up to your feet. 

“It does.” You wiped off the dirt on your worn out dress.

“Why is it so important to you that I see you as anything but dainty?” He came closer to you. 

“I have tried my hardest to prove to your mother and father and the other men that I can be just as strong and capable of going into battle, but even if I am working harder, it seems like the only person I can’t seem to prove that too, is you.”

“I know you are strong Y/n.” He smiled to himself a little.

“If you know I am, then why do you constantly keep trying to get me out of harm’s way? You keep trying to prevent me from being a knight. Why is that Harrison?” 

“For that exact reason, love. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“It is a little too late for that now.” You scoffed softly. “That’s no reason though, why do you hate the idea of me being a knight?”

“Ever since I met you, you have shown me how tough you really are. There is no denying that, but ever since your father came back from war injured, you haven’t stopped thinking of being a knight. You were never told to become one, you just did. You have never told me why you wanted to be one, it has always been a mystery to me. And as much as I don’t like you using a sword, or battling the other men, you are most certainly great at it.” He smiled at all the times where you had managed to pin some of the other men down. “I have never seen you as someone who is dainty or weak for that matter, but you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember, so getting the chance to know you and grow up with you, you have a spot in my heart. I couldn’t bear the idea of something terrible happening to you.”

You took everything he told you. Every word, every movement, every shine that glowed in his eyes. You could not have asked for a better best friend, one you have grown to love with all your heart, and much more.

“Have I ever told you how much you mean to me because you do.” You laughed shakily.

“I do not believe you have.” He chuckled, taking a step after another, until he was right in front of you. His eyes wandered over every small detail of your face, only this time he was really observing you. Taking in every bit of you. He raised a hand and cupped the side of your face. His thumb rubbed over your cheek softly. Your breath hitched as you soon came to realize just how close the proximity was between the both of you. You could feel the slightest breath he let past his nose hit directly onto your lips.

“You mean so much to me.” You whispered as your head rested against his own.

“As do you to me.” He lifted your chin up so your eyes could meet his. “I want you to know that…I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled softly, not thinking much of his words.

“No, love, I love you. Not just that, I adore you, in more ways than one.”

“Harrison-” You began shaking your head not believing the words he was speaking to you.

“I hope you feel the same way as I do.” He said.

“I do.” You muttered.

“I want you to be right by my side when I am crowned king. Forever and always.” 

“What about your princess?”

“That is my decision, not my fathers or my mothers. I want nothing more, but you.” 

“You mean that?” You smiled.

“Every word my love.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a slow rhythmic kiss.

“Forever and always?” You pulled back for air.

“Forever and always.” He kissed one more time.

[sadiehawk22]

I will probably start some stories or imagines soon so be ready.

People I will write about:

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz

Lando Norris

Daniel Ricciardo

Tom Holland

Harry Holland

Sam Holland

Harrison Osterfield

Peter Parker

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Smut

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I posted 245 times in 2022

That's 99 more posts than 2021!

68 posts created (28%)

177 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 145 of my posts in 2022

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#chris evans - 82 posts

#chris evans characters - 60 posts

#chris evans x reader - 51 posts

#ellen recommends - 47 posts

#fluff - 46 posts

#sebastian stan - 43 posts

#ransom drysdale x reader - 36 posts

#ransom drysdale - 36 posts

#angst - 29 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Brother's Co-Star

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Brother’s Co-Star

Sebastian Stan x Holland!Reader

Summary: Being Tom Holland’s older sister has lead you to meet a lot of his co-stars. One however, catches your eye, and you catch his. Maybe you should have told your brother first.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight language, fluff, a little angst.

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299 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#4

Anxiety Support

Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Chris helps you through a panic attack after you are followed by a group of girls.

Word Count: +1.5k

Warnings: Panic attacks, Anxiety, Being followed when shopping.

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You had just graduated High School and were due to go off to College in the fall. As excited as you were to gain your independence, you were still worried about leaving the safety of your father’s home. 

For as long as you could remember it was always just you and your Dad. Your Mom left when you were born, signing all rights away to your Dad and was never seen in Boston again. Of Course, you still had your Dad’s family around you, especially your Uncle Scott. 

Scott had stayed with the both of you during Lockdown and for the longest months, it had just been the three of you. You moved to remote learning and only ever left the house to go out to the backyard. You Facetimed all your friends but none of them were going to the same College as you.

You had been accepted into NYU, the same College where your Dad went. You were going to study acting. Much like Chris had been, you were a theater kid growing up and had always had an interest in acting. Originally, Chris had wanted to keep you out of the limelight, much preferring to give you a normal childhood.

However, when you showed an interest in acting, Chris couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with pride. He offered to help in any way he could but also understood that you wanted to make your own image as an actress and not just as Chris Evans’ daughter. 

Acting wasn’t the only thing you seemed to get from your father. Much like Chris, you had severe anxiety. Both social and separation. You were extremely nervous about moving to New York and being away from Chris. Your separation anxiety was so bad that Chris had to hire you a tutor whenever he was out of town and take you with him. You had an agreement with the school that you would attend Summer School classes and that you would keep up the curriculum. 

There was a level of determination though when it came to you moving to New York for College. You wanted to make your Dad proud and hopefully start to work on your separation anxiety. You were on medication and had therapy to help you and so far it was working. Chris had also created a sensory room for you. It was filled with stress balls, fidget toys, weighted blankets, it was your favorite color but pastel rather than bright. The whole room was designed to be your safe space and Chris was the only other one apart from you who went in there. Even then your Dad only came in when you needed him to.

It worried your Dad a bit that you were wanting to pursue acting with your anxiety, he himself knew how difficult it could be but he knew that acting was what you wanted to do and he would support you whatever. 

*

You needed to get a few things before you went to New York. You would be moving into the dorms there but you wanted to keep your room at home how it is. You went out on your own. Chris had originally wanted to go with you but you knew you needed to build up some confidence to go out on your own. You were quite lucky that in Boston you weren’t followed around that often. However, you still sometimes saw fans of your Dad, who knew who you were.

You had almost finished getting everything you needed when something caught the corner of your eye. A group of girls probably about your age were all giggling and looking towards you. You put your sunglasses down off of your head and tried to ignore them. Despite that, one of the girls came up to you.

“I’m sorry, aren’t you Chris Evans’ daughter?” She asked in a high pitched voice. 

“Um yeah.” You awkwardly nodded, already feeling anxious.

“I thought so. I just wanted to say how much I love your Dad.”

“Okay then.” You tried to walk away but her voice caught your attention once again.

“Is he around then? I've always wanted to meet him.” She giggled.

“No he isn’t. Sorry I’ve got to go.”You quickly rushed away but not before you heard her mutter ‘rude’ underneath her breath. 

You felt your heart race and your breathing pick up. You felt a panic attack about to happen and quickly pulled out your phone and called your Dad.

“Hey Sweetheart, are you ready to come home?” You heard your Dad’s cheery voice through the phone. You automatically felt yourself starting to calm down a little. Chris could hear your heavy breathing over the phone.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked. 

“Dad, can you come pick me up?” Chris automatically knew something was wrong.

“Yeah I’ll meet you where I dropped you off. Is that okay?”

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327 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#3

Honey Flower

Floriography – The Language of Flowers 

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You knew that getting involved with a married man wasn’t the smartest choice. But the love you held for Andy made all the pain worth it. Wasn't it? 

Word Count: 7k 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut (P in V, Fem receiving oral), Cheating (Not on reader), Swearing, Drinking, Marriage problems, Divorce, Age gap (Specific ages not mentioned), Mention of pregnancy. I think that is all but let me know if I missed anything. This is 18+ only. Minors DNI. 

(A/N: This is my entry for @starryevermore's Welcome to Angst City™ Writing Challenge. I honestly don’t know how good this I so any feedback is welcome. Please do not copy my work. Reblogs are welcome. 

Prompts: How Do You Say ‘Fuck You’ In Flowers? + Fifth Floor + Chris’ Pretty Boys: Andy Barber) 

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You have always loved flowers. Believing that there is more to them that then actual blossom. The Victorians used to use flowers as a way of communication. They would gift each other flowers to send a message. You studied floriography from a youthful age. Fascinated by how flowers could mean so much. They weren’t just for romance. The yellow hyacinth meant jealousy, the orange mock meant deceit and the trumpet flower meant separation.  

Flowers could also be given platonically, between mother and child or between friends. Pussy willow meant motherhood, moss meant maternal love and freesia meant trust or friendship. Working as a florist was magical to say the least. You watched as people tried to woo each other. You saw how people begged for forgiveness. Being able to make different arrangements for different circumstances was always a joy. Weddings, proposals, begging for forgiveness. There were also some not so great, arrangements for example funerals or when one person was dishonest with another.  

You grew up in England, living in the countryside, near the fields where wild flowers grew. Your favourites being daisies, which meant innocence or gentleness, asters which were a symbol of love and ivy which meant wedded love. Marriage. Something you had always wanted.  

When you were in your mid-twenties you moved to Massachusetts. Your Grandfather was sick and was requesting your presence. You barely knew him and only had met him a few times as a kid, but who were you to deny a dying man his final wishes. Turns out your Grandfather was fairly rich. Nothing dramatic but when he did eventually pass on he left you enough to start your own floristry shop in Newton.  

Your parents were going to stay in America too, to be closer to the family you grew up without. So, you decided to accept the money and open your shop ‘Floriography.’ You sold all kinds of flowers, each with the meaning provided. You hoped that when people came in that they would appreciate the knowing what the flowers meant. There was a small apartment above the shop where you could stay. Everything was going perfect in your life.  

*** 

‘Floriography’ was popular. Many people came in for their anniversaries and were so impressed that they often came back. Every bouquet you made was made with love. No two were the same. You wanted to make sure that each bouquet was personal and met the customer’s needs.  

About four months after you opened, a man walked in, and you were instantly intrigued. He was tall with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He walked with confidence in an expensive suit but there was some sense of calmness around him. You instantly felt intimidated by him he obviously held some kind of power. He walked up to the desk where you were standing, working on a bouquet of pink roses (perfect happiness) for an anniversary and was patiently waiting for your attention. 

You smiled up at him and asked him to just wait a second as you put the final additions on the bouquet before you gave him your full attention.  

“How can I help you?” You smiled trying not to give away your nervousness. 

“I just came in to have a look, you see my wife has been stressed lately and I wanted to get her something to cheer her up.” His voice was silky and calm.  

“Well, I can make you a custom bouquet for her if you like.” I offered. I had seen this many times a husband coming in to cheer up their partner. 

“Would you mind?” He asked hopefully. “I noticed that you have the meanings of each flower written down so I assume you would know how I can express my appreciation of her?” 

I was more than happy to help him. It reminded me of why I enjoyed my job so much. 

“Of course, well I could use a wild pansy, which means ‘you occupy my thoughts”? Or calla lilies which means ‘magnificent beauty’?” 

He interrupted you. “She does like calla lilies, and they have a great meaning.” His accent coming through strongly compared to your British one. 

“Well, they would look lovely with a little holly, which means domestic happiness. And forgive me if I am overstepping here, but as you are in my shop purely to cheer her up I believe that holly would be appropriate.” 

He let out a small chuckle. “You are not overstepping and yes I would like to this we live in ‘domestic happiness.’ Well, you’re the expert so I will leave it to you.” 

“That’s great. So, I will have these ready for collection tomorrow if you would like to collect them? If not fill out this card and I can deliver them for you.” I smiled at him. 

“I’ll collect them after work tomorrow if that’s okay. I think coming straight from me will mean more to her. Anyway, thank you so much for your help I really appreciate this.” He grinned at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow…” he looked down at the name tag on my apron “…Y/N” 

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#2

Unhappy? Happy

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Ari Levinson x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, Smut (Fingering, Grinding, Ari cums in his pants, Oral (Fem-Receiving), P in V, Unprotected Sex), Make-up sex, Fluff, Swearing. (I think that's all but let me know if I missed anything.)

18+ Only. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: +1.6k

Summary: Ari wants to leave on another mission, but this time he has more to lose at home.

(A/N: I am reposting this as it didn't appear on any of the tags x.)

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The two of you had been at it for over an hour already. You knew how important the missions your husband went on were, but at the same time with two children in the picture, it was getting harder and harder for you to say goodbye to him each time he went. Especially with how dangerous they could be.

You and Ari went to ‘run’ The Red Sea Diving Resort together along with four others. You had known Ari for years and when he came to you with his latest plan, you knew you had to help. However, at the time you didn’t have a husband, son and step-daughter to worry about. You knew that it was the constant missions and all the time spent away from home which split up Ari’s first marriage and you were determined not to let it happen to yours. 

Maya, Ari’s daughter, was so used to seeing her Dad leave that she barely battered an eyelid anymore but Connor, your’s and Ari’s Son was too young to understand why Ari was never there. After you had Connor, you decided to stop going on missions and start working to help coordinate them instead. Unfortunately, Ari didn’t share that idea and that is what led to this specific moment. Another mission had come up and Ari had to leave for an unknown amount of time.

“All I’m saying is that we - I - promised to go back. You knew this day would come, why are you so surprised?”

“I am surprised because not only do you have Maya now but Connor as well. I understand how important this is but can’t they send someone else?”

“This isn’t about nobody else doing the job! This is about me needing to be the one who does it. I promised Kabede that I wouldn’t abandon anyone. That I would go back.” Ari yelled. At that moment you were thankful that Maya was at her Mom’s and Connor was with your parents, they didn’t need to hear this.

“And I get that Ari but what about your children. What about me? How are we supposed to cope knowing full well that you may not come back to us?”

“So what? I am supposed to leave all those innocent people. I love you, Maya and Connor more than anything in the world but this is something I have to do.” 

You sighed. A part of me felt selfish wanting him to stay, but at the same time, he wasn’t the only person who could complete these missions. 

“We can’t put up with this forever, Ari. When I married you, I promised myself that I wouldn’t let our jobs get in the way but things are different now and I can’t comprehend how you can’t see that.” You said in a low voice. A dramatic change in tone from the yelling.

“Then what do you want from me Y/N? To stay here and be unhappy all the time? Unhappy that I’m not out there?”

You froze. So did Ari.

“Y/N/N, I didn’t mean that…”

“Don’t right now Ari. I can’t… I just…” You went upstairs to your shared bedroom. You knew that he said all that in the heat of the moment but a part of you couldn’t help but over analyse what he said. Was he unhappy in your marriage? Did he want to be out all the time? Did he regret marrying you? 

You sat on your bed and cried. You didn’t know what to say to him. You loved Ari with everything in you. But the idea of him not wanting you nearly killed you inside. You didn’t want to be the one to make him unhappy.

About an hour later, you heard a knock on the door. You didn’t say anything but looked up when you heard the door open. Ari’s eyes were bloodshot and his hair looked a mess. It was obvious that he had been crying just as much as you had.

He didn’t say anything as he made his way over to you on the bed. 

“Sweetheart? Please?” He whispered in your ear. You knew that he felt bad. Slowly, you looked up at him and he could see the tears clouding your eyes. 

“What do you want, Ari? I don’t have any energy to argue with you.”

“I know sweetheart. I came to say I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you?” Closing your eyes you nodded at him. You knew you could never stay mad at him for too long. “Words princess.” Ari growled in your ear. 

“Please Ari.” You whispered. Next thing you knew Ari had you on your back and was devouring your mouth with his. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as you felt your lips being chewed at by him. 

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My #1 post of 2022

These are the fics that I recommend and Love for Chris Evans and his Characters. Minors DNI

Chris Evans:

Desperate Affairs by @georgiapeach30513 - Multiple Chris Evans Characters x Fem!Reader

Fading Spark by @alisonsfics - Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Futile by @rocketrhap3000 - Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Well Shit by @falcqns - Chris Evans x Reader

Gentleman by @lexiawrittings - Chris Evans x Reader

Boston by @secretswiftymarvelfan - Chris Evans x Reader

Floofy Haired Delight by @secretswiftymarvelfan - Chris Evans x Reader

Fixing the Broken by @maemelany - Chris Evans x Reader

Breathe by @buckyownsmylife - Chris Evans x Reader

See by @andydrysdalerogers - Chris Evans x Reader

Steve Rogers:

Slow Like Honey by @heli0s-writes - Steve Rogers x Reader

Reckless by @kinanabinks - Widower!Steve Rogers x Divorced!Reader

(College AU) by @fluffycutecevans - Steve Rogers x Reader

Always You by @fangirlovestuff - Steve Rogers x Reader

My Girl (Part 2 to Nightmare Barns) by @jadedvibes - Neighbour!Steve Rogers x Reader

Flustered by @fqjth - Steve Rogers x Reader

If Only You Knew by @kayteewritessteve - Steve Rogers x Reader (Modern AU)

Let it Happen by @barnesafterglow - Frat!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Time After Time by @fluffycutecevans - Steve Rogers x Reader

You Are In Love by @stephensfcktoy - Lawyer!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Eavesdropping by @lahyene - Steve Rogers x Reader ft. Johnny Storm (as Steve’s brother)

Andy Barber:

Under the Suit by @simplystevies - Ex’s Dad!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader 

Stay by @geminixevans-stan - Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Help You Through by @jbreenr - Andy Barber x Reader

Pick Me by @dbnightingale24 - Andy Barber x Reader

Beautiful Stranger by @dbnightingale24 - Andy Barber x Reader

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448 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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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.

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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.

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new era starts now.

can we please leave the past in the past. i overshared years ago and overwhelmed myself in the process. i miss being a writer on here. i miss all of mutuals and the creation of my works. so please, let me have a fresh start on here.

IM BACK! spideyssunshine is now open for business. please send me requests so i can start writing again or come chat with me! i missed you all so much and love you all always.

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[faefictions]

Lonely People | Ch 22

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: Abuse, violence

Word Count: 2570

Ian had spent the next day and a half playing nice. He pretended like what had been said in the car never happened, and instead made her a nice breakfast both mornings and offered to take her out to see the town. She refused to be alone with him the day before she left, New Year’s Day. She dragged Ethan around with them all day, although he wasn’t putting up a fight. He had missed her just as much as the other people she had left behind, so he gladly jumped at the chance to spend time with her. Little did he know, he had been her saving grace for the entire trip. 

Sunday morning, Ethan drove them to the airport bright and early. Y/n felt then the same way that she had felt stepping through those doors with Robin just a couple years prior. She never thought she would come back, and now that she had, she knew she never wanted to ever again. The only good thing that had come from this entire situation was the fact that she no longer had to hide from the people she once knew. Even if she was never going to come back, if Ian knew where she was, she didn’t have to worry about checking in with their mutual friends. It was like a weight was lifted off her shoulder, even if the heavier weight of knowing Ian could be lurking around any corner was now bearing down on her. 

They didn’t speak on the flight, and she could tell that the second they were alone in his car, he would more than likely blow up again. She spent the entire flight preparing for the inevitability, but to her surprise, it didn’t happen. He remained quiet until they were just a couple blocks away from her apartment. She had realized that she never found her phone, and broke their silence to let him know she was going to look around for it. As she was searching under her seat, where her purse was on the ride to the airport, he spoke up. 

“Oh, looks like it’s in the backseat,” he grumbled. 

Sure enough, when she turned around, it was there. She tried to replay the ride to the airport in her head to make sense of it ending up back there, but it just wasn’t possible. Her purse had been at her feet from the moment she set it in the car to load her suitcase in the back to the moment she got out of the car. Her phone had been tucked safely inside and zipped up. That only led her to one conclusion. 

Ian had started the car while she was putting her suitcase in the trunk, which would have given him the perfect opportunity to take her phone. He didn’t want her to have it while she was back there, he didn’t want her to have a way out if things had gone south, and that terrified her to no end. 

They pulled up in front of her apartment, and she jumped out of the car almost instantly. Ian followed her out and helped her get her suitcase unloaded. 

“Want me to help you carry this up?”

“No, I’ve got it. Thanks for taking me to see the guys though. It was nice talking to them again.”

“Yeah…so, see you around?”

“Yeah,” she replied, unable to make eye contact, which let him know she was just being polite. There was no sincerity to her affirmation. He groaned and turned and got in the car, slamming the door behind him. Still, he didn’t drive off, and she wondered if he was expecting her to come to the window, to say she was sorry or go back on her wishes to stay here. Regardless, she didn’t turn around and instead headed straight into the building. It wasn’t until she was a flight up the stairs that she realized she didn’t have her keys. 

Up in the apartment, her 5 friends were in the living room once again. Robin had spent the last 20 minutes trying to convince her roommates to not call the cops. 

“Guys, if she doesn’t want to come back, the police aren’t going to make her. She is an adult, if she wants to run off she has every right to. I don’t like it either, but do you really think she would be happy to come back if we forced her into it?”

“But what if she’s in trouble or something? Why would she not just reach out, just tell us she’s ok?” Sierra asked yet again. It was the one things she had been hung up on. If y/n was truly ok, she thought that she would at least care about them enough to let them know she was leaving. She hadn’t left a note, she hadn’t answered any texts or phone calls. It was weird, even for her, and Sierra didn’t like it one bit. 

“I don’t know, but she-“ just as Robin began to answer, a knock sounded at the door. The entire group froze. No one had come to the door since they had come home, and they had been hoping and praying to hear that noise just to open the door and see her there. But now that it was happening, all of them were worried it would be other news, that something had happened to y/n.

Jace slowly made his way over to the door, and took a deep breath before unlocking it. The relief that washed over him when he saw her on the other side was indescribable. 

“Y/n?”

“Hey,” she replied sheepishly, afraid that she had angered everyone that would be inside that apartment. But instead, he wrapped her in a hug, and began to cry into her shoulder. 

She wasn’t sure what to make of the commotion coming from behind him, but then she felt another body crash into them and knew instantly that it was Sierra. 

“Where the fuck were you? We were so worried about you!” Sierra nearly screamed into Jace’s back as her arms reach around to hug both of them. 

“I’m so sorry, I forgot to text you before I left, and I lost my phone on the way to the airport. It’s a long story, but I’m fine, I promise. I’m back. I’m so sorry.”

“We’re just glad you’re safe,” Jace said, refusing to let her go

The pair of roommates grabbed her bags from her and set them aside, ushering her into the room and shutting the door. They bombarded her with questions, but she found it hard to concentrate on them as she realized that both Harrison and Robin were in the room. After how she had left things, she never expected them to show up. Tom? Sure, he would do anything for Sierra at this point, but Harrison and Robin should have hated her. Seeing them there filled her with even more guilt. 

She could barely handle looking at Harrison, so instead sent a small smile to Robin, a sign that she really was ok. That it was a false alarm, even though if he found out what had really happened he would not be very happy. 

She made eye contact with Harrison for a moment, but they both quickly looked away. She had barely even thought of him since Ian had showed up. She had more pressing matters at hand, but seeing him again felt different. She was afraid to admit that she felt relieved knowing he was here, it almost made the apartment feel safer to step into, which had been a far stretch from how she felt less than a month prior. 

She was about to start trying to answer all the questions Jace and Sierra were throwing at her, when there was another knock on the door. Her heart sank at the sound, because she knew exactly who it was. 

“Hey, can you guys put my bag in my room? I’ll get that,” she smiled and made her way to the door before she could see the weird looks they gave her. She was notorious for never opening the front door for anyone, even if it was Jace or Sierra locked out.

When she exited the apartment and closed the door behind her, it shot up a million red flags for both of them. 

Sure enough, on the other side of the door was Ian. His expression had softened considerably since he had slammed his car door, but hers grew harsher upon seeing him here. Knowing that she had 5 people behind that door to help her if it came down to it sent a newfound wave of confidence through her. 

“What, Ian?”

“What do I have to do to talk you into coming back? What do I have to say?”

“I already told you, I’m staying here.”

“I miss you, the guys miss you. We have a place for you. Is it the rent? We can cover it.”

“No, it’s not the-“

“Then what the fuck is it? What the fuck do I have to do to get you to love me again?”

His voice was barely a yell, but she worried Robin would hear and know exactly who she was out there with. It took her a second to get over that paranoia to realize what he had said. 

Before she could reply, she heard a conversation on the other side of the door. Harrison and Robin were both saying goodbye, and that they felt that they should leave now that she was home safe. Panic washed over her and she started to push Ian towards the stairwell. 

“You need to leave.”

“No, not until you talk to me,” he pushed her off of him, sending her back a couple of steps. Of course, with her luck, that was the moment Robin had opened the door and stepped out of the apartment. 

“Ian?” Robin’s eyes grew wide, as did Ian’s. Each of their expression immediately mirrored the other as they both turned to anger. 

“You lying little bitch,” Ian began, but Robin was quick to pull y/n aside and step up. 

“You fucking lay another hand on her I swear to God you’ll be six feet under.” 

“Robin, I’m ok, really,” she tried to intervene before everything got messy, but neither of them paid attention to what she had said. 

“You said you had no idea where he was. The guys were right though, you were nothing but a fucking slut, running off with one of my best friends.”

As Ian took a step towards her, and she took a step back, Robin tried to throw him against the wall, but Ian was considerably taller and stronger. 

Harrison had been watching this entire interaction in shock. He had no idea who Ian was, why y/n would be out in the hall with him, or why he was so quick to anger upon seeing Robin. He was frozen in shock until this man who was twice y/n’s size pushed past Robin and slapped her across the face. 

The second Ian’s hand made contact, the rest of the people inside rushed out to the hallway to Harrison throwing a punch at the stranger. A second later, Robin was in the fight too. Ian didn’t last as long as y/n had thought. Only a few punches in, he backed away and stepped closer to the staircase. 

“Fine, you want me to go? I’ll fucking go, and I’ll make sure the guys back home know you’re nothing but a lying slut. I should have told them all about you years ago.”

Y/n started to rush down the hall, finally hitting her breaking point. Robin recognized the look in her eyes and held her back before she could reach Ian. 

“One fucking word to them and they’ll know everything, you piece of shit. I’m done being afraid of you! I can fucking ruin every relationship you have with them with one fucking text,” she screamed from Robin’s arms. 

“You better watch your fucking mouth with me. I know where you live now, I can just come back.”

That threat was it for Harrison. He walked over to Ian with a calmness that was more terrifying than his rage and used his entire body weight to throw him up against the wall. 

“You ever fucking show your face in this town again I swear to god, I will kill you myself. You got that?”

“Oh, so she’s not fucking Robin. She’s fucking you, isn’t she, Big Boy?”

With one punch, Harrison sent Ian to the ground, and the crunch of his nose echoed through the hall. 

“I can tell you think you’re better than the rest of us, but I can guarantee you I am not someone you want to fuck with,” Harrison leaned down and whispered into his ear. He grabbed the front of Ian’s shirt and jerked him up off the floor, bringing them face to face. 

“Now, I asked you a fucking question, and I’d like you to answer it.”

Y/n stopped struggling in Robin’s arms as she watched Ian’s face turn from nothing but confidence to have a hint of fear in it. He looked defeated, and she had never felt so free. Something, or someone, had finally outdone the man that she had spent the better part of her young adult life fearing. 

“Got it,” Ian said after a moment, and Harrison threw him back to the ground. It took him a second to get off of the floor and make his way to the stairwell. He turned to look at y/n one last time, hoping to send her one last menacing glance, hoping he could just gain once ounce of control back, but she wouldn’t look at him. 

After he was out of sight, Robin let her go, and they all stood frozen for a moment, no one sure what to say or do. Y/n did her best not to start bawling, and instead rushed into the apartment. The rest of the friends in the hallway shared a glance before heading in after her. 

“Y/n what the fuck was that,” Sierra spoke first, but Robin elbowed her as they watched her pause in front of a window facing the front of the building. 

She watched in silence as Ian slammed his car door once again and sped off down the street and out of her life. 

“He’s gone,” she said in a sigh of relief, feeling a release of pent up frustration, fear, and anger that had been festering inside of her for years. 

Robin approached her first, hearing her sniffle. He knew better than to touch her, so instead of offering a comforting hug, he stood at her side, a foot of space between them. 

“Are you ok?”

“Can we…Can-“

“Talk about it later? Of course,” he nodded, and turned to give a look to the other’s in the room. He let them know that he was going to head out, and Harrison and Tom left shortly after. She paid no attention to who was entering or leaving the room, to who was saying goodbye. Instead, she stood frozen in her spot in front of the window, finally accepting that the nightmare she had been living the past several years was over.

And in the morning, she would be getting a restraining order.

[tomholland1996simp]

Tom Holland sister blurb where she has a crush on Harrison and doesn’t like it when the boys are rude to him as a joke

Harrison || Holland sister

Y/n was sitting in her room playing with her dolls, she had been playing for over an hour now. She picked out cute outfits for each doll, trying to find the best one for her most favourite one. She was very occupied, focusing on nothing but her toys. Well that was until she heard voices from downstairs. Normally she would ignore them and continue to play, however she heard a certain voice that made her sprint down the stairs.

Y/n’s little feet ran down the stairs, carful not to fall over whilst doing so. She knew that voice very well, it being from a person she grew very close with that no one had expected. “Hwrrison!” She shouted, the male being in her full view now as he took his coat off, hanging it up.

Harrison eyes moved over to the young holland that adored him the most. He bent down his arms opening wide. “Y/nnn!” He said in the exact same excited tone that she used.

Once she crashed into his arms he picked her up, spinning her around making the five year old giggle. Y/n cuddled into him, wrapping her tiny legs around his body. “I missed you” She said like she usually would. Y/n would always miss Harrison, she would ask about him all the time to Tom or the other brothers.

“I missed you to my favourite Holland” he placed her down on the floor so he could greet the others, but she wouldn’t let go.

“Oi I heard that!” Harry said walking into the room with Tom who followed behind him. “Y/n let go of him so I can say hi at least” Tom chuckles as his little sister let go of his best friend, him greeting with a bro hug. Tom always wondered when her obsession with Harrison had happened, he even wondered why. Ever since y/n could talk or walk she always went to Harrison loving him more than her actual brothers.

“Hwrrison, I went on my bike ywsterday!” Y/n happily said, jumping up and down.

“Did you?!” Harrison said excited.

“Yes and Tommy helped me to pedal, he taught me what to do” You smiled at Tom. “Wow, that’s so cool. You need to show me one day” Harrison said walking into the kitchen following Tom who pulled out two beers and a juice for y/n.

They both moved into the living room, starting a conversation up as y/n quickly ran up the stairs, coming back down with her favourite blanket. She saw Harrison sitting directly across from Tom, so she climbed up onto the same sofa as him and snuggled into him with her blanket.

“Don’t you wanna cuddle with me?” Tom asked, jealousy bubbling up inside him.

“No, I want Hwrrison” She adverted her eyes to the tv, watching the program that was left on from earlier.

Y/n and the boys stayed in their potions, Harrison’s arm around the girl letting her snuggle into him. This wasn’t new to Harrison, no, he actually fount it quite cute the way his best friends sister would act around him. The way she would always call him off Toms phone or the way she would kiss his cheek when she said goodbye or even when she would help him play fight with the boys.

“Harrison shut up you div” Sam laughed, slapping the boy on the arm. It was later on and the boys were still drinking, just talking about random things with light music in the background.

“Hey! Dwnt hit him!” Y/n snapped suddenly, feeling the need to protect him. She rubbed his arm, which didn’t hurt at all, glaring at Sam who looked at her with certain eyes. “You okay?” The five year old turned her gaze to Haz.

All the boys were too confused to speak. Y/n had always hated it when the boys would joke around with Harrison, being mean to him even though he didn’t mind it as he did it back. Harrison just nodded his head, “I’m fine don’t worry” He smiled at the girl who nodded her head.

“Someone protective” Tom chuckles as Y/n kisses where Sam hit Haz’s arm.

“More like someone has a crush” Harry joined in, laughing at his little sister. He knew it was more than just being obsessed with him, she had to have a crush on him no?

“Watch this, Harrison your so ugly!” Harry joked watching the girls face twitch. “Harrison actually stinks, ewww” Tom laughed and Harrison hid his laugh as the girl sprung up.

“No he not! Your so rude, mummy said you should never say that to anywne! Haz is not ugly, he pretty. And smwll nicely” The girl smelt Harrison, earning a small chuckle from him. Y/n stood up walking over to Harry and Tom. “Your ugly and you stink, not him” She said angrily.

Harrison smirked, “Yeah your ugly and stink” He stuck his tongue out copying the little girls actions. Y/n walked back over to Harrison sitting in his lap to hug him, she kissed his cheek twice before looking at him. “Your pretty Hwrrison” She honestly said.

Harrison kissed her cheek, “Aww, your pretty too y/n” This made the little girl blush, getting off Harrison and giggling, hiding her face in her blanket.

“Y/n has a crush on Harrison!” Sam cheered.

Y/n hid her face in her blanket more embarrassed. She never thought of Harrison like a brother she always liked him, she wouldn’t let anyone be rude to him. “Shut up” The young holland said still hiding her face.

“It’s okay y/n. Sam is just stinks like feet” Harrison laughed and so did she.

“Well Harrison doesn’t shower” Sam called taking a swing of his beer, regretting after as his younger sister got off the sofa mad.

“YES HE DOES!” Y/n shouts bolting to her brother to attack him.

I literally hate this, it’s rushed sorry.