#haz oneshot

[talesof-old]

literally anything with dad!james please he would be the best dad ever

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james potter would’ve been the best dad ever 😔

pairing(s): dad!james potter x pregnant!reader

warning(s): reader is pregnant though it’s not the focus, james as a dad, reader is a mom, breakfast in bed, i picture harry being a very happy child okay, if you see any mistake no you didn’t

word count: 941

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“Shhh, we don’t want to wake Mummy up yet.”

You shifted in your bed, face pressed against the pillow. Faintly, you could hear the giggles of James and Harry, muffled by the closed door. You sighed. Sunlight filtered in through the gaps of the curtains, shining across your bed in brilliant beams. The clock on your bedside read: 9:28.

You rubbed your eyes, hauling yourself from the bed and shuffling into the bathroom. You were quick to finish your business, palm resting on your swollen stomach. In a few minutes, you’d managed to brush your teeth and straighten your hair, choosing to instead investigate the reasoning behind your husband and son’s laughter.

“No! Mummy…” The words were loud and petulant from your son, though James at least had the decency to wince. You frowned.

“You’re s’pposed to be in bed.” Harry was waving his arms about like you’d foiled their whole plan. You spared a glance at your husband, amusement already taking root. Both of them looked a mess, hair askew and clothes covered in flour. You crouched down, holding your arms out to your son. He humphed but complied, curling into your arms and nuzzling into your chest.

“Morning, Haz.” His response was quiet as he let you hold him. Four years old and already a carbon copy of his father, you were certain he’d give James a run for his money as he got older. Your heart pinched. Time had flown by so quickly. Your baby was already walking and talking and playing, and soon enough he’d be off to school. Tears pricked at your eyes but you willed them away, shifting your hold on Harry to pull him into your hip. Your back strained but you ignored the twinge. James pressed a kiss to your temple.

You raised a brow. “Breakfast in bed was the goal.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. You rubbed his back, rocking back and forth as you smiled.

“Should Mummy go back to bed then?” You poked Harry’s side. He giggled, swatting at your hand. “Yes!” You laughed, running a hand through his messy hair and kissing his forehead.

“Help Daddy, alright?” Harry nodded solemnly as you put him down. James’ eyes were soft as he regarded you, fondness oozing off of him in waves. You leaned forward, lips locking with his for a brief moment before you heard your son making gagging noises at the two of you. You pulled away with a mock sound of offense, chasing him back to your bedroom with the threat of tickles. Harry’s screams of laughter echoed through the house as you made your way back to your bedroom.

It was only once you’d settled back into the sheets that James called him to come back to the kitchen. The soft patter of his feet leading him away from you had your heart steadying. Your boys, however wild they were, never failed to want to spoil you.

The sound of plates clinking down the hallway had you grinning. James pushed open the door, bent over Harry, hands hovering over his to make sure he didn’t drop the tray. His still chubby cheeks were red and his eyes focused as he shuffled towards you. You cooed as James helped him set the tray onto your lap.

“You helped with this?” You made your eyes comically wide as Harry climbed onto your bed, kneeling on the blankets and grinning. “Obviously.” He shrugged.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Obviously. James rubbed the back of his neck and gave you a sheepish look. “He helped with the pancakes.”

And sure enough, the oddly shaped pancakes could’ve only been done by your four year old. “Are you sure? Looks like the pancakes you made me last Sunday.” James’ mouth fell open in indignation. Harry, using your distraction, took a quick bite of your muffin before shuffling to lay under your covers.

You rubbed his head. “Comfy, Haz?” He nodded, burying his face into the soft fabric of your pillow.

“I make pancakes wonderfully, thank you.” You hummed, grabbing the fork and taking a bite. James watched with bright eyes. You leaned closer to Harry, whispering, “I think you make them better than Daddy.” Harry’s giggles were muffled only by the pillow as James flopped down beside him. You kept a hand on the tray to prevent any messes.

“My own family has betrayed me.” He grabbed a hold of Haz, blowing raspberries on his stomach as he shrieked. Your cheeks began to ache from smiling, but god, did you love them. Harry wiggled from James’ grasp and jumped off the bed. You watched as he rolled and smirked at his father, goading him into a chase. James, never one to lose, not even to his son, was up in an instant. He chased him all throughout the house while you ate. While quiet mornings were few and far between, you couldn’t help the way your heart melted at the sound of your son’s laughter or the way James treated him with so much love.

The laughter dissolved and soon enough James was carrying Haz back to your bed. James’ voice grew loud as he spoke. “I’ve got my little traitor!” Your son flopped down, eyes shut as he caught his breath only to cuddle back up to you.

“I love you, even if you don’t like my pancakes.”

James kissed your forehead, cuddling up to Harry. You hummed.

“Don’t worry, honey. I love your pancakes.” James half-heartedly hit your shoulder with his pillow.

“There are children around!”

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[w2soneshots]

Can you do a oneshot where Simon is saying it is to easy to be pregnant so he has to wear a fake Belly for 24 hours and they will be filming the howl day beeing pregnant together

Easy -W2S

words: 0.4k+

warnings: pregnancy.

summary: Harry thinks being pregnant isn’t that hard so you decide to prove him wrong.

notes: hey babe! I hope you don’t mind but I decided to do this for bog instead of Simon, since I could envision this happening with him more🫶🏼. I loved the video Faith did with Ethan that's similar to this so when I got this request I was quite excited to write it. I hope you enjoy💕

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y/username: when he says being pregnant isn't that hard... new video out now🍉🫃🏼

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"So... you don't think it's hard being pregnant?" I reiterated Harry's statement. "Uh well- no. I guess the start wasn't great when you had morning sickness n stuff but now you've got so much energy, no symptoms and your bump isn't even that big." He replied. I raised my eyebrows "ok then." A thought popped into my head. This is gonna to be fun.

Two weeks later I'd secretly brought everything I would need for the video. "Haz!" I shouted through our home "can you come here for a sec!" Seconds later I heard loud footsteps quickly coming down the carpeted stairs. "Everything alright?" He asked, once he was in our kitchen/dining room. "Yup, can you come and film a video with me... please?" He sighed then fixed his hair with his hands "Ok. What video?" I smirked "come sit down and I'll tell you." He sat down on the chair next to me and I switched the camera on. "Ok, so do you remember like... two weeks ago when you said that making a whole human wasn't that hard?" I watched as he got slightly nervous. "Uh yes." He replied. "Well I thought that today you could try it." His brows furrowed "Try what?" "Being pregnant."

"I bought this watermelon and some cling film." Harry sighed "oh nelly." I giggled then passed the melon to him. He held it in place while I used the cling film to attach it to him, over his shirt. "Fuckin hell this thing is heavy." He moaned. "Mhm, I bought the biggest one they had." I hummed. Once I was finished I made him put on and take off shoes, sit down, try to get comfortable, then stand up again, walk up and down the stairs and try to 'take a nap'. "I'm so out of breath." Harry stood bent over with both hands on his knees. While I stood filming him. I was finding it absolutely hilarious, since he'd thought it "wasn't that hard."

I sat in bed between Harry's legs, his hands gently resting on my bump. "Ok I admit it. I was definitely wrong, being pregnant is a lot harder than it looks. I'm sorry." He gently rubbed circles on my clothed skin. "Don't be sorry Haz. I got a great video out of it." He laughed.

[harryspurpleloofah]

Harry Styles college oneshot

Summary: Harry always has his nose buried in a book. Somehow he ended up dating one of the most popular and defiant girls on college campus. Things with them are going well for now until they have a bit of an accident with the drinks.

TW: mentions of drugs, alcohol, swearing, slight mention of grinding

Harry was sitting on his bed reading Anna Kerenina, his absolute favorite novel. His girlfriend y/n was sitting across from him still trying to convince him. “It’ll be so much fun Harry please.” She said. Harry sighed as he put the book down and ran a hand through his brown curls. “What’s fun for you isn’t necessarily fun for me honey.” He replied. Y/n rolled her eyes. “Harry everybody on campus will be at this party.”

“Everybody not including me then.” He said

“Why not? Why don’t you wanna go, H?”

“You know I don’t like those parties. What’s so great about half naked people grinding on each other and doing coke?”

“What’s not good about that?”

Harry’s lips twitched up in a bit of a smile before his stern demeanor reappeared. “I’m not going baby. End of.”

“Harry please!”

“Nope.”

She takes the thick novel out of his hands and tosses it to the side before turning to him. She sighs, “please? It’ll be fun. All the people at the party are there with their partners. I’m always alone because you don’t come.”

“So? There’s nothing wrong with that honey. People enjoy different things. You enjoy loud parties and drinking while I prefer to stay inside and get my hands on a good novel it’s perfectly normal lovie.”

“Cant you do this for me? Please Harry? Just once?”

“Y/n…”

“How can you say you won’t like it if you’ve never been? Remember when you lectured me for saying I wouldn’t like Jane Austen before I read her work?”

Harry scoffs. She was using his words against him,. “Jane Austen and college parties are two very different things darling.”

“No they’re not. They’re both things we hadn’t experienced yet. I tried reading more for you so you can try one party for me. Please?”

“….if I don’t like it will you leave me alone about it?”

“Promise.”

He sighs. “You minx. How do you get everything you want?”. Y/n chuckles and hands his book back.

That night she went through every outfit in Harry’s closet and helped him pick out a nice thing to wear. They arrived at the party and Harry almost instantly wanted to leave. The loud music was pounding into his head and the smell of alcohol was so overpowering throughout the whole room. He was only here for y/n. She began walking towards a guy so Harry followed. “Hey, Mike!” She called. The Mike guy looked around and smirked.

“Hey y/n. Oh—y/n with a boyfriend?! That’s a sight you don’t see often.”

Y/n and Mike both chuckled. Harry just looked between the two and politely smiled because he wasn’t sure if they were laughing at him or with him but he was hoping it was the latter. Y/n explained, “Harry’s a literature major so he has a lot of work and can’t come to parties usually.”. Mike nods and smiles, “Can I get y’all something?”. Y/n turns to Harry.

“What would you like Haz?” She asks. Harry doesn’t know what to say. “Um..a beer would be fine?”. Mike and y/n exchange a look before they start laughing. Harry was so confused..what had he said wrong? A beer was a normal drink to have at a party…right? Mike chuckled, “we mean something stronger.”.

“Oh..” Harry replied “um..like tonic?”

Y/n and Mike laughed again. Y/n took Harry’s hand “baby he’s asking if you want anything stronger. Coke? Meth?”

Harry froze. “Meth? Are you crazy? Do you know how dangerous that shit is y/n?”

“Relax Harry. It’s not a regular thing. Why don’t you try some?”

“No. I’m drawing the line here y/n.”

“Okay, okay. Chill, you don’t have to if you don’t want. I won’t make you.” She smiles.

Harry felt a rush of relief knowing she wasn’t looking to pressure him into anything. Mike looked over, “boyfriend’s lame y/n. Lame.”

“Hey,” she said, “he’s never been to one of these parties before cut him some slack. Come on Harry let’s get beers.”

Harry thanked god in his head and followed her. They actually had a nice night. Harry downed a beer quickly. Y/n froze. “Harry…you just drank mine..”

Harry chuckled. “Aw. Sorry baby, you can have another one.”

“No..harry mine was spiked.”

“W-what?”

“Yeah! That’s why I told you not to drink it!”

“Well what now?! Will I be okay? I-I-”

“Woah. Stop. You’ll be fine, don’t worry. Let’s get you home.”

Thankfully nothing happens apart from the fact that he has a pounding headache the next day. Y/n profusely apologizes and the next few days are spent in his dorm reading Jane Austen and sipping on hot cocoa.

[reysdriver]

Sirius as Harry's Godfather

headcanons of how Sirius would be as a godfather to harry

warnings: n/a

words: 0.4k

- He definitely cries so hard when James and Lily ask if he'll be Harry's godparent

- Even though he's scared of being a father because of his own parents, he says yes of course

- When Harry is born, Sirius is the third person to hold him (behind Lily and James obviously) and he cries over that too

- We're gonna pretend James and Lily live and Sirius never goes to Azkaban

- Definitely Fun Uncle™

- Lily doesn't trust James and Sirius to be alone with Harry together because she knows they'll do something stupid

- Buys a million gifts for him

- Tries to get Harry's first word to be 'padfoot' like "come on Haz, say it. Say 'Padfoot'!"

- His first word ends up being some cuss because it's actually easier to pronounce and he swears all the time

- Lily gets so mad about that and he apologises a thousand times

- Him and James teach Harry how to fly on a broomstick (honestly I could write a whole oneshot ab this and probably will because I know it would be adorable)

- I'm picturing family dinners with the Potters and the other Marauders at least once a week

- Sirius turns into a dog to amuse Harry all the time, whether its actually like playing fetch and stuff or just letting the kid pet him

- When Harry gets older and goes to Hogwarts, Sirius is literally as happy as can be that he's in Gryffindor and joins the Quidditch team

- Gives him ideas for dumb stuff to do at school, and Lily always gets upset when he gets in trouble for it

- Steals Harry's glasses to do impressions of James

- Oh how could I forget he has a room in his apartment for Harry

- And he keeps Harry's drawings from when he was really young, frames them, puts them on the fridge, everything

- Takes him to Muggle rock concerts

- Him and James teach Harry how to prank and cause all that mischief like a Marauder

- All around just the best godparent/uncle, just amazing

[anitaaro04]

Larry Oneshot???

This is my first time finishing and publishing one of this “stories” sooo i’m giving this a chance.

Enjoy! :)

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"Harry?" The voice, eerily familiar to Louis, echoed in his head. "Harry!”

Harry jumped from his seat on the velvet-draped couch, a furious blush darting across his cheeks as he realized what he had been doing. Holy shit he thought, his eyes widening as he stared at his best friend's dressed-up form. The attire suited him too perfectly. The dark material of the shirt hugged every muscle of his arms, while the shoulder pads gleamed in the faint light from the window. The white pants fit his thighs and arse nicely. Harry simply couldn’t look away. Which…

What the fuck.

He let out a gasp, covering his eyes with his hands. A crimson red coated the entirety of his face and neck at this point. Summoning courage, he peeked between his fingers. The bewildered look on his best mate's face, glancing from his pedestal where the tailor took the suit measurements, would have been the funniest thing Harry had ever seen. He would've laughed, but too fucking confused and embarrassed.

He had been checking his best friend out.

"What the fuck," Harry whispered, he had never done that before. Harry and Louis had been friends since they were three and five. They grew up together, Louis being the crown prince of Estibria and Harry being the son of the King’s right-hand man, the duke of Ivena. Queen Johanna was more than enchanted that Louis could have a friend close to his age, especially since his sister, Charlotte, was just a babe so they couldn’t play together. ("No, mamma, I will not play with my baby sister because she is a baby.”) They were partners in crime, creating havoc in the hallways and chaos in the kitchen and library. Louis was the troublemaker of the two, always involving innocent Harry in his shenanigans, not that Harry was as innocent as he claimed himself to be. A menace, they were. Inseparable, like salt and pepper, the perfect combo, the dream team.

"Haz, mate, you’re worrying me," Louis's voice cut through his train of thought. Harry blinked himself awake. The couturier was removing the small sewing pins from the prince’s body so he could change. Harry cleared his suddenly dry throat.

"I’m fine, just peachy," He choked. He was freaking out on the inside. How could he explain to his best friend that he had been ogling him? Louis let out a small chuckle, lowering himself from the pedestal once the couturier was done, adjusting his cuffs now that the fitting process was over. Harry followed Louis with his eyes as he walked across the room and settled on the couch next to him, swallowing nervously at the proximity. He met Louis's curious, piercing blue eyes with unease. A spark of amusement danced across them.

"Who’s the lucky girl?" Louis asked, stunning Harry's racing mind, probably trying to guess friend’s nervous breakdown. Louis rested his face on his palm, looking through his lashes. Harry realized with a start that Louis did this often, looking through his lashes, perhaps subconsciously.

"No one," Harry choked again, unable to maintain eye contact. Instead, his eyes darted around the room, searching for an excuse to change the subject. The resting room was impecable as always. The white, tall walls with gold trims. Paintings portraits of past royals, and hanging candles filled the spaces in them. The high ceiling and golden chandelier that lit up the center of the room, with equal golden trims with beautiful designs. The tall windows were covered in golden curtains that let the natural sunlight sip through, illuminating most of the room. In the center of the room, an old rug filled most of the room’s floor, a monogamy table filled with Louis books and forgotten papers stood on top of it. Besides the door sat a tall grandfather clock, a relic Louis insists he despises, but Harry knew the boy loved secretly.

Before Louis could answer, his mouth hanging open, the wooden doors of the room opened, revealing Queen Jay and her best friend Lady Anne (Harry’s mamma) laughing between themselves. Both boys stood from the couch and bowed to the royal. It was a tradition they grew up with, it didn’t matter who the royal was related to they always needed to be bowed to. Louis did it with his parents but with no one else. Anne tried to inculcate Harry to bow even to Louis, but it was in vane when Louis insisted countless times for Harry not to bow to him. They fell back into the couch with a sigh when they saw both women turn back to their conversation. They looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Harry saw Louis’s corners of the eyes crinkle, blushing lightly. He was beautiful.

“Harry, dear, did you decide what to do for your twentieth birthday?” the Queen’s voice snapped Harry out of his daze. He blushed again, this time a little mortified, when his mum looked at him with knowing eyes and a subtle smile. He shook his head at Jay’s question. He opened his mouth to answer but Louis cut him off.

“Haz here said he wanted to spend it with just close friends and family, which boring” Harry snorted, rolling his eyes at his friend’s antics. Jay let out a sigh, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“Boo bear, stop bothering poor Harry.” a small grumble sounded in Harry’s right at the nickname, it made Harry snicker. “If he wants a small thing he shall have it. However, I must agree with my son on this. This is your first official exposure to society as a man of your class and future duke of Ivena. You need to start getting more serious on what you want and who you will marry, son. We also need a bit more fun around here. Since Louis’ twentieth second birthday, the castle has felt a bit grey.”

Harry felt a shiver run up his back. Marriage has always been a topic nobody chose to discuss so outwardly. Louis always complained about his mother’s insistence for him to marry a girl someday, but no one has asked Harry anything about marriage being in his cards. He always assumed that when the time came, his mum or the Queen would have the lucky girl waiting for him. He had never thought that he had to chose someone one day. To be fair, now that he thought about it, he never even pictured himself with a girl by his side. When he thought of spending the rest of his life with someone, he thought of Louis. Harry felt himself blush once again.

“He’s been doing this all afternoon. Honestly, it’s starting to get really annoying.” Harry felt pairs of eyes on him when he blinked himself away. He cleared his throat, then he realized what his friend said. Swallowing the small pang of hurt, he pushed his friend aside, standing up upon telling the time from the grandfather clock.

“Ladies, I must excuse myself from the room. Annieth must be waiting for me in my room and I cannot leave my lady hanging.” Harry bowed to them, ignoring Louis’ protests. He walked towards the door, not before hearing his friend huff.

“A cat is not a lady, you moron. You barely even are.” Harry turned around to find him rolling his eyes, a playful smirk adorning his pink lips. For the nth time of the day, Harry felt himself blushing. He rolled his eyes back, turning back around and showing the finger in his friend’s general direction. He heard his mum and Jay protest and Louis cackle behind him as he left the door.

Shit he needed to find a solution to his Louis problem and quick.

[sykokilljoyy]

Hello Moon! I just read “Joints n Cuddles” and I am OBSESSED with your writing style (absolutely fab) 😍 and I am in serious need of some more sidemen oneshots n tingz because I feel as though I’ve read them all lol. I was just wondering, from the sidemen fandom, with requests, other than Haz of course who do you most prefer/feel comfortable writing for?

-Love 🐝 anon

(P.S I’m sorry I spoke so much, but before I request, I always want to ask clarifying questions lol)

hey 🐝 anon!

thank you for ur kind words <3 u angel mwah

out of the sidemen, i have big old crushes on harry ofc, tobi, jj i can’t lie. i’m more than happy to write anyone else (they’re all fine as hell who wouldn’t) but those are my little soft spots aha.

feel free to ask anything!

thank you 🐝! and thank you for everyone’s patience whilst i’m getting through requests, im working full time on crazy hours because of christmas now but im working through them slowly! thank you <3

- moon

[ao3feed-larry]

Larry Oneshots

by RhiaQuinn

I’m going to hell for this… Who’s coming with me? 😎

*Disclaimer: These are real people in a fictional work – which I wrote for my enjoyment, and shared for yours – Haz and Lou’s happiness and word are final.*

I publish unfinished works because I lose track otherwise 😅. AKA, chapters marked with an *asterisk are in progress.

Words: 1938, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Gemma Styles, Lottie Tomlinson, Ed Sheeran

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Dom Louis Tomlinson/Sub Harry Styles, Dom Louis Tomlinson, Daddy Dom Louis Tomlinson, Sub Harry Styles, Smut, Alcohol, Kinky, Daddy Kink, BDSM, Spanking, Punishment, Teasing, Embarrassment, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Pet Names, Age Play, Feminization

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[sunshinesteviee]

better together // harrison osterfield

Word Count: 3k Pairing: harrison osterfield x reader Warnings: oh my god... ALL of the fluff. the fluffiest fucking thing ever. Request: “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater” Summary: mornings are better with harrison A/N: this might be my favorite thing that i’ve written. i can’t wait for you guys to read it! title is based off of better together by jack johnson (one of my faves). thank you to @marvelousxtsh for sending in this request. italics are song lyrics. feedback would be GREATLY appreciated, especially since this is one of my favorites. love you lots 💓

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She woke up to the first rays of sunlight starting to filter in through the curtains hanging in the window. It was early, and after a late night, she had no reason to be awake. The boy in the bed next to her was still fast asleep (as she should be), and the sheets on his side of the bed had been fumbled with in the middle of the night, exposing his bare chest, which rose and fell with each breath. His soft blond hair fell onto his forehead, his eyelids covering the pretty baby blues that she was already missing after having not seen them all night, his long eyelashes kissing his perfectly sculpted cheeks. His arm was still resting over her waist, as if he had refused to let go of her all night, and one side of his face was pressed into the pillow, a light pink covering his cheeks from the heat of sleeping next to her.

He had never looked so peaceful - she was sure of this - but she just had to run the risk of waking him up by showing him some love, even if he wouldn’t respond. Her fingertips slid across his forehead lightly to push his hair out of the way, her lips quickly following suit as she kissed his forehead and then his cheek. The next task was to get out of bed without bothering the boy, which seemed like an unlikely feat. But sure enough, she was able to slip out of his grasp after lifting his arm ever so carefully. The sheets had become even more of a mess after this, so she was quick to gently pull the blankets into place, up over his bare shoulders so he wouldn’t get cold without her.

Feeling a bit chilly herself without his body heat next to her, she scanned the room looking for something to slip on while she made breakfast. The wooden flooring was cold against her feet, so a pair of socks went on first, followed by an oversized sweater of his that had been thrown to the ground in a haste the previous night. The second the sweater went over her head, she was engulfed in his comforting scent, and she couldn’t help but take in a deep breath, wrapping her arms around her body for a few seconds before padding across the room to the door.

The bedroom door always opened with a creak, and even though she had braced herself for the noise, she couldn’t help but cringe as she opened the door slowly. Her eyes immediately traveled across the room to the bed, making sure he was still asleep. He had shifted his positioning now that she was no longer next to him, but he still looked to be fast asleep. A soft breath of relief left her lips as she slipped out, quietly closing the door behind her.

Silence took over the apartment - a stark contrast from a typical day, when music was on a never-ending loop, and the sound of banter often filled the space. She didn’t always hate the silence. Quite the contrary, in fact. There were nights where, after the spending a day in the life of his crazy job, all she wanted was to sit, cuddled up with him in silence. However, something about the warm, sunny morning called for a bit of noise to liven things up.

In the kitchen, she pulled back the curtains covering the window, letting some of the sunlight in to warm the dull room. Opening the window just a bit, she took in another deep breath - this time to inhale the fresh air that was flooding into the room. Next on the list to get the morning going was music.

Jack Johnson’s sweet and soft voice filled the kitchen, making her smile as she stood in the middle of the kitchen, swaying back and forth for a few seconds with her eyes closed. She was sure that his voice was one of the closest things to heaven you could get, and she loved to savor it every chance she got. Finally feeling warmed up and awake, she turned her attention to the task at hand; making breakfast.

Grocery shopping had been done the day before, so there were plenty of options to choose from. However, there was no competition in her mind, when French toast would clearly be the best choice. It was her favorite breakfast food, and because he wasn’t awake yet, there was no argument to be made for something else. She knew he also liked it, but just to appease him, she also decided to make eggs and bacon. With some of her favorite music playing in the background, accompanied by the warm sunshine and air spilling in from outside, she was certain this was a perfect way to start the day.

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Harrison woke up to the feeling of rays of sunshine hitting his chest, filling his body with warmth. Before he even opened his eyes, though, he could tell something was missing, and his arm swung out to the opposite side of the bed in search of his favorite feeling. The sunshine was nice, of course, but nothing was better than the warmth of waking up next to her. Sure enough, his hand brushed against the soft but cold sheets, letting him know that she had been awake for a while. Fingers grasping at the sheets, he let out a tired groan, forcing his eyes open to wake up.

He was disappointed that she wasn’t still laying next to him, but the smell of breakfast being made changed his mind. Getting out of bed still seemed like too big of a task, though, and he rolled over, reaching for his phone. There were only a few notifications, and it only took a matter of minutes to click through them all, replying to the few friends who had messaged him.

Sitting up in bed, Harrison surveyed the room to find it an absolute disaster. Clothes had been thrown all over the floor last night, though it hadn’t really been very tidy to begin with. He did notice, however, that his sweater was missing from the pile of clothes on the floor, leaving him hoping that she was wearing it right now. With some effort, he hauled himself out of bed, put his glasses on, and wandered around his room for a few moments trying to find something he could wear downstairs. Harrison finally gave up and settled for only a pair of joggers. It’s not like she would mind anyway.  

Per usual, the bedroom door creaked loudly as he pulled it open, but he paid no attention to the noise, having gotten so used to the sound. What did catch his attention, however, was the sound of her favorite music drifting up the stairs from the kitchen. It caused the corners of his lips to tug upwards slightly, the smile threatening to take over his whole face. Not being able to wait to see her any longer, he raced down the stairs like he had done as a child. Even though he didn’t have socks on, he practically slid across the hardwood floor, almost tripping over a pair of shoes laying in the middle of the room.

Stopping in the doorway of the kitchen, Harrison couldn’t help but stare at the girl standing in his kitchen. His sweater - one that was too big, even for him - hung off of her frame, her bare legs on full display just underneath the hem of it. Her favorite music was playing quietly in the background, hips moving in time with the song as she stood at the stove, making breakfast. He was silent for a few moments as he watched, too entranced by her beauty to move or make a sound.

The grumbling from his stomach was what brought him back to reality as he watched her add another piece of French toast to the growing pile on a plate. Ever so carefully, he started moving across the kitchen toward her. When he heard her humming along to the songs, he had to stop himself from laughing at how ridiculously cute she was in everything she did. In one final swoop, he took the last step toward her and scooped her up into his arms, pressing her back into his chest.

A surprised gasp fell from her lips as she jumped in surprise, almost elbowing Harrison in the stomach. He laughed a little, despite almost having the wind knocked out of him, and pressed a kiss to her cheek, “Relax, love. Just me.”

Shaking her head, she scoffed, but he could hear the smile in her voice and could feel how she leaned back against his chest, “I know it’s only you, but for fuck’s sake, Haz. Scared the shit out of me, love.”

His head tipped back, eyes closing as laughter rumbled from his chest, which she could feel vibrate against her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he managed to get out between laughs. When he finally got control of his laughter, he leaned back over her shoulder, arms settling low on her hips, giving her waist a squeeze, “G’morning, pretty girl. Breakfast looks so good, and ‘m starving.”

Placing the last of the breakfast onto plates for them, she turned the stove off and then placed her arm across his, tilting her head back to rest against his shoulder, “Mm. Hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

“‘M sure it will, love,” Harrison mused, kissing her cheek and then craning his neck to peck her lips softly.

At this, she twisted in his grasp, arms finding their place around his neck as his hands settled on her waist near the small of her back. Leaning up on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his lips, fingers gently taking hold of the hair that curled at the nape of his neck.

He was quick to react, however, the kiss was anything but. He kissed her back softly and slowly, wanting to give the moment the time it deserved. After all, it wasn’t every day that the two of them got to wake up and have breakfast together, especially with his crazy work schedule.

Another grumble from his stomach was what broke the kiss, causing her to laugh at him as she lifted a hand to pat his cheek gently, a loving smile placed on her lips, “C’mon then, my hungry boy. Don’t want the food to get cold.”

His hands left her hips as he pulled away, moving to grab his plate of food. Not being able to help herself, she took the moment to watch him intently. He was wearing a pair of his joggers, so there wasn’t much left for the imagination, and the fact that they were sitting so low on his hips didn’t help either. His hair was still an absolute mess, the slight waves falling all over the place and into his eyes, making her want to reach up and brush it out of the way so she could see her favorite color. He was still tired, she could tell, from the way he shuffled around the kitchen, and she couldn’t help but giggle at him, following his actions as she picked up her own plate.

They both took their places at the small wooden table tucked into the corner of the kitchen, sitting across from each other. They could sit next to each other, sure, but then they couldn’t look at each other as they talked, which is what they liked to do most while they ate. In the mornings when they got the chance to eat with each other, it was usually somewhat quiet, tired grumbles of the day’s plans being exchanged. At night, the day’s stories would be told, as well as whatever random topic came to mind.

Immediately, they both dug in, not putting off their growling stomachs any further. Much like other mornings, she was much too concerned with her food to start a conversation and focused on her plate. He, on the other hand, got distracted after only a few bites. Once again, she had somehow pulled him in, and she had done it only by eating breakfast. It wasn’t as if she was dressed up with her hair or makeup done; she wasn’t telling a funny story, or anything of the sort. But somehow, Harrison had become so wrapped up of the image of her in his kitchen while sunlight filtered in through the window and music played softly in the background. Only a few short months ago, he had spotted her as an extra on set and was aching to know her name. And now? Here she was, in his sweater, eating breakfast with him. She was the only thing he could see.

Glancing up from her plate, she noticed the dazed expression on his face as he stared at her. Waving her fork in front of his face, she smiled a little, tilting her head to the side, asking, “Why are you staring at me, dork?” Her hair was still a mess from sleeping, she was only wearing one of his sweaters, and she knew her lack of makeup wasn’t doing her any favors.

Harrison shook his head as he snapped back to reality. A smile started to form on his lips, and he couldn’t help but let it take over his face. “I just-“ he paused, letting out a content sigh, “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater. Which you look stunning in, by the way.”

Her mouth opened, looking for the words to say, but instead, all she could do was smile. Her head dipped down, some hair falling into her face. Even so, Harrison was sure he had never seen anything brighter. It was brighter than the sunshine spilling into the room.

Feeling like her cheeks were on fire, she lifted her head after a moment, smile still prominent on her face. She let out a soft sigh, eyes twinkling as she rested her cheek in her palm, which was propped up against the table. “Harrison, I-“ she stopped, trying to find the right words to say as a million thoughts flew around her head. She shook her head, realizing that nothing would convey all of her feelings in the right way. Nothing other than… “I love you, Harrison.”

They were still fairly new to the “I love you’s,” and each time the phrase was uttered, butterflies erupted in their stomachs and their hearts began beating wildly. Now, it was Harrison who was grinning, corners of his eyes crinkling as his smile lit up the room. He was dazzling, she thought; she’d never seen anything brighter.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

Cheeks still burning, she dipped her head back down and continued to eat her breakfast, even though she couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. Harrison continued to watch for a few moments, chuckling softly to himself as he watched, music being the only sound that filled the space.  

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When they were both done, Harrison stood up from his chair, gathering both his plate and hers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She stood up too, following him as he dumped the plates into the sink, and hopped up onto the counter to watch him. She grinned, calling out teasingly, “Gonna wash the dishes, Prince Charming?”

He whipped around, ready to fire off a reply when the song changed. It was one of her favorites, and he loved it too.

There’s no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart

“In a minute, love,” he replied earnestly, wiping his hands off on the towel hanging next to the sink before crossing the kitchen to get to her, “something else I gotta do first.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched, but the second he wedged his way between her legs, she hooked them around his waist, pulling him in closer. Her arms rested over his shoulders, hands clasping behind his neck as he lifted his hands, cupping her cheeks in their warmth.

She leaned into his touch as the tip of his nose brushed against hers, one of his hands leaving her cheek to brush a few strands of hair back behind her ear. Harrison was humming along with the song quietly, making her eyes close as she giggled.

With only two Just me and you Not so many things we got to do

Pressing a soft but quick peck to her lips, both of his hands fell to her hips to tug her off of the counter carefully. Once she was steady on her feet, he kept one hand planted firmly on her waist, the other one moving to intertwine his fingers with hers. They were both grinning like crazy as he began to move in time with the music, spinning her around the kitchen.

Gripping his shoulder tightly as they danced around the kitchen, she let her head tilt back as she laughed, her hair flying around them. He slowed down a bit, letting her lean back into him as she pressed her ear to his bare chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily in his chest, comforting her as she slid her arms around his torso.  

Lifting up on her toes after a few moments of silence between them, she gave him a small smile before pressing her lips to his. His hand found her jaw again as he kissed her deeply, the sound of the music fading into the background.

And there is no combination of words I could say But I will still tell you one thing We're better together

Their smiles were what broke the kiss apart, happy sighs escaping their lips as Harrison tipped his head down to press his forehead against hers. Eyes wide open, her favorite color stared back at her as his the pad of his thumb brushed out across her cheek soothingly, “Love you, darlin.”

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[fanficparker]

Radio Silence | H.O.

Pairing: Ex-Boyfriend! Harrison Osterfield x Reader Word count: ~2.7k words Warnings: A lot of Angst... Maybe some fluff in the end... ⚠ Mentions of self-harm, hospital, cheating... (Mentions of Tom, Harry and Zendaya)

Summary: After your break-up, Harrison made his life miserable. Sitting in his car with him, you both could relate to the unspoken words with the lyrics of the songs airing on the radio. But are those songs enough to break this radio silence? 

( Songs used: Drive by Halsey  & Stuck by Imagine Dragons - Lyrics written in bold ) (This is actually a part of my first ever series 'Ocean eyes', but could be read as a standalone too... So here you go!)

[ MASTERLIST ]

Everyone said, you and Harrison were inseparable. Bullshit. All they said was bullshit.

After a great platonic to romantic chemistry and now history, you two were no longer together. After what he claimed to be 'an accidental sleeping with his ex-girlfriend who took advantage of his drunken state'  you had left him and he didn't even have any right to stop you, he was the one who messed up, right? Right... He knew that, but being away from you was something that was killing him from inside. Damn, it would be a lie if he didn't actually think of dying at least once. He did, but he knew he can't die, he has a family and he wasn't the kind of person who'd chose to die for escaping trouble. He knew his life was not just his, so he decided to push back those dirty suicidal feelings only to be replaced by yet another self-harming ideas.

How much blood is required to forget you? He started off slow. Just some minor cuts along the inside of his sleeves. But they weren't enough to suppress the pain he thought he gave you. They quickly evolved to be deeper. With each passing day, he would see how his blood mixed so well with the running water, as if they were meant to be together. He even started writing random words mainly apologies or drawing random patterns over his hands and chest using the blade. His shirts became darker, his sleeves longer with each passing day. He significantly started eating less, so less that he could feel like starving. Not eating accompanied by the loss of blood he suffered every day worsened his health dangerously. He couldn't even to walk properly. He was always dizzy, his vision blurry. He tripped over things too often. His blood sugar level was going significantly low, rising anaemia making his condition adverse. His family and friends especially Tom was so worried for him, but he didn't allow anyone to help him.

He only wanted you. He wanted you back so badly.

All this led him to end up in a hospital, tripping over and hitting his head on the sharp metal door edge. And that was when you realized what he had done with himself when you were away. You had visited him to the hospital often, but none of you had share even a word. Even after his recovery and extra care by his family you both haven't talked about what he did, yet... Even when you stumbled paths... Just silence...

•••

Days went by like this...

No words shared between both of you. Whenever you were at the same place, whenever your eyes met with him, either of you looked down or turned away. It was Zendaya's birthday party and she invited both of you as usual. The party was really great, both of you had a great time, but not with each other. You were talking to Zendaya when Tom interrupted you.

"Y/n I need to rush back home right now, Harry took my car. Can I borrow your car? Haz please drop her to her house, I need to leave" Tom stated, didn't even giving you any chance to answer. You knew what he was trying to do, but you had no choice but give him the keys.

•••

Your heart skipped an unhealthy amount of beats, nerves starting to cruise through your entire body as you walked towards Harrison's car.

"Maybe I could ask anyone else to drop me home!" you whispered, looking around, only to see Harrison coming towards you.

"Ma-My car is over there," he pointed, you nodded, moving towards him. You could see how stiff his body appeared, he was surely more nervous than you.

A drive with Harrison, alone.

You took the passenger's seat as he began driving, both of you never looking at each other. The usual silence filling in between you making the noise of both of your breathing and heartbeat clearly audible. These sounds made both of you even more uncomfortable. Harrison finally decided to turn on the radio, only to lead this silence somewhere else.

'My neck, the feeling of your soft lips,'

The way his fingers ran softly through your face, the way his eyes out stared yours, the way his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips. The way he slowly leaned in, his lips on yours, moving slowly to rest on your neck. His hands travelling from your cheeks to hold your hands in his, squeezing it gently nibbling your neck. His touch, his lips, memories...

'Illuminated in the light, bouncing off the exit signs I missed.'

Didn't he had a chance to excuse himself and leave alone? Didn't you have a chance to excuse yourself, deny his offer and ask someone else? You had, both of you had. And you both intentionally missed it. How can't you? Those flares in his ocean eyes made everything hazy, except for him.

'All we do is drive...'

That's where you are right now. That's where he's right now, with you. Driving... No interaction, no expressions... Nothing!

'All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.'

You still care for him right? If not then why were you shedding tears fearing that he could die? Why was he harming himself? Didn't his love shrink over time? Can't he move on from you? Why didn't you moved on after that? Did you ever think of getting into a new relationship?

'All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign,'

This silent drive, where his eyes are glued on the road ahead. The silent drive, where your eyes are glued to your window. The silent drive, where both of your eyes are threatened to fall on each other. Aren't you waiting for him to make a move, break this aching silence? Isn't he waiting for you to do the same?

'Sick and full of pride.'

Isn't he sick of your absence? Isn't he sick seeing the vacant bed beside him? Isn't he sick not seeing you try making a new dish for him? Isn't he sick of missing you? But it's your pride not to react, it's your pride not to look at the person who cheated you. Right?! Can't you just break this pride? Don't you want to?

'All we do is drive...'

But still, you are enjoying each others company, even when there are no words exchanged, even though you both aren't even looking at each other, even though you and he are wanting the leeway... Isn't it?

'Your laugh echoes down the hallway. Carves into my hollow chest spreads over the emptiness,'

The time when he was facing continuous rejection, the time he was struggling extremely hard with his career, the time when he almost lost all hopes that he could even get signed for the project, he remembers it very well. And one thing he remembers in addition to that struggle is -  you, your smile, your laugh, your support, all of you. The mere presence of you could make him feel better, he used to forget all the failures and just sit with you, holding you close for hours talking and giggling at even the most non-sense jokes you made.

'It's bliss...'

Having you by his side was his biggest win. Isn't it weird you both were just strangers once, and then you just became inseparable? The way he comforted you, the way he made you feel beautiful, the way he brushed his lips on yours... How can you get over all that?

'It's so simple but we can't stay.'

But after what all happened between you and him, you both are finally separated, right? You both don't care about each other? You both surely can never stay together, right?

'Over analyze again,'

Think... Think... Please think... Isn't there a way? Anyway? That these things could be corrected? Think... Think... Please think...

'Would it really kill you if we kissed?'

Can't you drop your pride– for once? Can't he face you– for once? Can't you both get along– for once? Just kiss him and you're back together. Just kiss her and you're back together. Is it that simple?

The song only made you both furious. Even now your ears felt like filling from guilt?!

This needs to stop now.

His hand moved from the starring wheel towards the off button on the radio. Before he could even barely touch the radio, his hand brushed with yours. His gaze instantly shifted from the almost vacant highway road to you. The faint light from the street lamps reflected your eyes shining with tears and his own. You were at the same point as him, stretching your arm to shut off the radio.

None of you moved further, hands still touching... Even the slightest touch was making everything seem hazy. Even the music felt like fainting, even though it was still at the same volume. The loud noise of a car horn made your both jolt, back to reality. Harrison instantly gripped the starring wheel, focusing on the road, taking over the front vehicle.

Silence? Again?

Your tongue took over your body, maybe it was just actually bad at keeping things hidden. Your lips parted, faint words forming...

"We need to talk!"

He didn't respond. He didn't even listen. He was preoccupied with his thoughts, thinking how weak he was.

"We need to talk Haz!" you spoke again, louder and confident. He startled at your words.

Haz...

Seems like a whole life, you called him Haz, or even actually called him.

"Stop the damn car Harrison, we need to talk!" Unsure of how to react, unsure of what you wanted to talk, he finally decided to let you take over. He took a deep sigh, shutting his eyes for a split second. His hands travelled to the car's gear pulling it. His feet slowed down the accelerator. His hand reached the indicator light switch pulling it to the left side. His hands turned the wheel to the left, the speed of the car dying down until it came to a halt.

You got yourself out of the seatbelt, opening the car door walking out of the car. But he was still inside, he didn't even release his seatbelt. Your knuckles were white as snow. With clenched fists you marched to his side, banging his window.

"Come out Harrison. Just come out." Your banging made Harrison's heart skip so many beats that he couldn't even count them himself. He unbuckled his seat belt. You stepped a little back, to give him space to open the car door. He slowly came out looking down.

"Yeah" he mumbled.

"Yeah, what yeah! Nothing is yeah" you grabbed his collar making him look at you. He jolted at your sudden pulling him towards you. The whooshing sound of passing by cars cutting through the wind made you both walk behind the car. The new song on the radio could be heard faintly, still, it was audible.

'I been afraid, don't wanna fade out of my body,'

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You questioned pulling back his collars, anger could easily be spotted in your tone.

"Huh? What? " Innocently he tried to understand what you were trying to say.

"What? Seriously? I should ask this! " You said, almost yelled grabbing his left hand unbuttoning his cuff's button.

'I have been astray, barely awake, floating above me.'

"What are you—"

"Just shut up. I am the one who'll speak now!" You spat cutting his words, rolling his sleeve to his elbows, revealing those old self-harm marks.

"So yeah what are these? Why in the hell you did these? Why?" your voice cracking, eyes now lined with tears. Your reaction made him surprised.

'Covered in red, what can I say? I've been a zombie. I'm feeling like I've been locked in a grave.'

"Y/n," he said softly, his hand reaching to caress your cheek.

"What if you died?" Your voice almost a whisper as the tears spilt over and a sob escaped your throat. You quickly turned around, pushing his hand away, hands folded on your chest, your back facing him as more tears escaped your eyes.

'You were the laugh, you were the life, you were the party.'

You tried to divert your mind on the occasional whooshing sound of cars at high speed and their horns, but that was a stupid thought. The cold wind touching your face covered in hot tears made you flinch at your own touch as you occasionally wiped your tears.

'You were the faith, you were the truth, I was the sorry.'

"I'm sorry Y/n," you felt him standing right behind you. You wiped your tears, a chuckle left your throat as you turned to face him. His eyes filled with tears, felt like even if he shook his head a little bit they will spill all over his face.

'I'm feeling like you've been taking away.'

"It's all my fault." you sighed facing down. You could see tears falling directly on the ground.

"No," he said lifting your chin with his finger. "I cheated you, I broke your trust." His voice soft, tears spilt over his cheeks. You moved your hand to rest on the cut on his forehead.

"And this? I—" your tired voice was cut his finger resting on your lips.

"Ssshh," he whispered looking into your weary eyes, his eyes even wearier.

'You were my one, you were my one. When all has been said, all has been done.'

For the next few seconds, no words were exchanged between you both. Just silence, but not the usual silence, it seemed like you both were trying to read each other's eyes.

'You were my one, you were my one. Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh.'

He removed his finger from your lips placing his hand on your cheek. His other hand reaching to cup your face in his shaky hands. You felt like leaning on his touch, your body lost its control, eyes shutting slowly as he repeated your action. None of you aware who initiated. You felt his lips pressed firmly on yours. It wasn't a heated kiss, by definition, but it was full of emotions. The kiss was slow, your lips moving with his, the occasional parting of lips giving each other chance to get closer to each other. Something you both have missed from long. His hands moved to rest on your waist pulling you even closer as your hands travelled to his neck closing any distance in between. The kiss felt needy, soft, never-ending, full of so many emotions that it was almost impossible to name all the emotions. You both finally parted, foreheads touching. You didn't even open your eyes still trying to devour this old feeling that just renewed. His hand travelled to hold your hand, his fingers entangling with your fingers. He gave your hand a little squeeze making you open your eyes, smiling sheepishly.

'Time goes by and still, I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh...Well, time goes by and still, I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh...'

"I missed you," he whispered, a small smile forming on his lips as he lifts up his hand holding yours to your eye level glancing at the intervened fingers.

"I am not leaving you, again." You reassured.

"Then marry me, Y/n."

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Written by: @fanficparker

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[definitely-not-black-cat]

Nerves

I’m back with another writing challenge because I have no self-control whatsoever. This one is for @holland-peters 500 writing challenge. Congratulations darling and I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings - Literally none, it’s all fluff, my dudes

Word Count - 728 (I know it’s pretty short, I’m sorry.)

This was your happy place. Hanging out on the couch, watching a movie with your best friend, Harrison. It was a weekly occurrence, where you two took turns picking a movie and popping popcorn, grabbing some sodas, eating candy, and basically turning your living room into a movie theatre for the two of you. Once in a while, Tom would come with Haz, and because he was the guest, you both let him pick the movie when he tagged along. Tom was cute, not that you’d ever admit that to your shared best friend. But, you couldn’t help it, Tom was your type. He had big brown puppy dog eyes and adorable russet brown curly hair, and his smile was warm enough to make you return the gesture, even if you didn’t want to. You would have told Tom about finding him cute if it weren’t for the massive crush you had on Harrison. Sure, Tom was good looking, but he didn’t compare in the slightest to your best friend.

You never understood it, Harrison wasn’t even your type. In fact, the only thing he had in common with any of your past crushes was that he was nice to you and made you laugh. Otherwise, he was polar opposite. You weren’t even sure when it had started, but you noticed it one day running through the rain trying to get back to your apartment with Monty and Haz in tow. His curls stuck to his forehead and his electric blue eyes held yours for just a moment longer than usual. His breathless laughter caused you to stare down at his lips for a moment too long before you focused all of your energy in looking away. He didn’t seem to notice at the time, and if he did, he didn’t say anything. Six months had passed since then and you were stuck between trying to get over him and flirting with him subtly in hopes that he would notice. Once again, if he did notice, he never said anything to you about it. Something on the tv made Haz laugh loudly causing you to jump in your seat.

“‘M sorry love, did I scare you?” he asked gently as if he didn’t want to startle you again.

“Its fine,” you reassured.

“You okay, love? You’ve been awful quiet today.” He commented, but you didn’t really hear him. You were too focused on the way his lips moved as he spoke. For the millionth time, you wondered what it would feel like to press your lips against his and run your fingers through his messy blond hair. “Y/N?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. I’m-” You sucked in a deep breath, allowing it to fill your belly, steady your mind, and soothe your nerves. “I’m fine.”

But you noticed something different when you spoke to him. For the first time ever, it seemed almost as though Harrison was watching the way your lips moved, the same way you’d done to him more times than you could count. You swallowed harshly as you watched him lick his lips before glancing up to see that you’d caught him staring. He flushed instantly, face turning a light shade of red from embarrassment before turning away from you completely, paying all of his attention to the movie. You weren’t completely sure that you had seen what you did, but figured your best course of action would be to test the waters from here.

“It’s okay...You don’t have to stop staring…” You started, earning his attention back on you. You tried to finish your thought before you lost your nerve, “That just means you’re interested.” You smirked and Harrison’s jaw just about hit the floor. He shook his head violently for a second before looking deep in your eyes, as if he were searching for something in them.

“Y/N...are you...are you flirting with me?” He asked unsurely with a soft, but tense laugh.

“I have been for the past six months, but it’s nice of you to notice.” You laughed back, feeling the nerves crawl up your skin and into your heart before Harrison took your hand in his.

“Thank god-” He breathed, letting a warm smile stretch across his handsome face, “because I’m not smooth like that and had no idea how to tell you that I’m in love with you.”

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[greenorangevioletgrass]

make me feel (h.o.)

masterlist | ko-fi?

pairing: pornstar!harrison osterfield x pornstar!reader

summary: Harrison and Y/N has undeniable chemistry onscreen and off. The question is, how long will they deny such connection and convince everyone that they're just friends?

word count: 4,558

warnings: pornstar!au, friends to lovers, language, drinking, banter, mention of douching & anal, smut! [pegging, praise kink, cross-dressing, dirty talk, slight daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (f)]

song inspo: Janelle Monae - Make Me Feel, Damon Daunno & Rebecca Naomi Jones - People Will Say We're In Love, Tom Waits - Midnight Lullaby, James Vincent McMorrow - One Thousand Times, Taylor Swift - False God

notes: finally coming out of my writer's block with this one woohoo! i've been working on this since may, like that's insane??? im pretty happy with how it turns out lol. big thanks to @shipping-not-sailing and @tommysparker who put up with my bullshit brainstorm, and shoutout to @marvelouspeterparker for making a CRAZY pornstar!au fic with tom that inspired me to do this one. happy reading!

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Y/N has said it before and she would gladly say it again.

Harrison Osterfield is one hell of a fucking sight to behold.

Writhing underneath her as she rocks her hips against his, his statuesque features come to life —cherry red lips hanging open, making way for moans of pleasure to escape him. The veins on his neck, popping out from underneath his black collar necklace. His fingers around her wrists, statement rings against her bare hands.

His eyes, more blue than green today, peering back and forth; to the sleek black strap-on sliding in and out of him, and to the person it’s attached to.

Y/N, in all her glory, wrapped in a lacy bra and a harness around her hips.

“Baby…” She cups his face with one hand. "S'that feel good?"

He catches her eyes and nods, his sparkling galaxy fingernails digging into her hips, wordlessly beckoning her to come closer. Deeper.

Faster.

But instead, she slows down. She pulls nearly all the way back, leaving only the tip of the strap-on inside him. "Use your words."

Harrison lets out a whimper, rose gold and dark bronze eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay open. Peering at her through his mascara-laden lashes.

"God, you're so pretty…" Y/N beams, for a moment simply admiring the view underneath her. Head empty, except for the thought she said out loud. And soon her body moves on its own accord, lips closing in on his. Hips thrusting in and out of him. Enrapturing him in all of her.

For a moment, alone together.

“CUT!” Elena, the director, calls out, and the whole set comes to life. Camera and boom operators stretching their arms and artistic team adjusting the set and people generally crossing over.

"That was beautiful, darlings. Let's move onto the next shot and— I really liked when you just gaze at each other for a bit there," Elena compliments as she walks over. Then, turning towards her director of photography, she says, "Can we keep that for the next shot?"

The two stars of the show blend into the busy set just as quickly as they become the center of its attention. It’s a nice little break among the adjustments of the lighting and camera and everything.

"Hold up, I need to stretch my legs a bit," Y/N sets off to straighten up.

Harrison's hand flies up to her hip almost immediately. "Slowly, slowly, slowly—" his quiet warning is cut off with a sigh as she unsheathes the strap-on from him, as gentle as she can be.

She settles opposite him, both casual and comfortable in their state of undress, drawing soothing circles on his lace stocking-clad ankle next to her.

“So I finally tried marinating my steak with pineapple like you said!” he pipes up, “It’s game-changing, Y/N.”

“I know, right? You’re welcome, by the way.” she flashes a cocky grin his way. “How long did you marinate it?”

“The whole day. Did it first thing in the morning, and then seared it for dinner.”

“Nice!”

“It's so tender and rich and God, I’m starving.” he muses, tucking an arm behind his head.

“You wanna grab a bite after this?”

“Fuck yes!” he reaches her calf, moaning almost as obscenely as he does during his scene.

It makes her laugh. “We can try that restaurant near—”

“Alright, everyone! Next shot. Harrison, Y/N, can we go back to your marks, please?” Elena turns to them, patting the latter’s shoulder on her way back to the monitor.

“Yeah— can we have some more lube, though?” Y/N motions at the production assistant, who promptly hands her a bottle.

It’s a strange lull, watching someone putting on a generous amount of lube for him while another person hovers around for that bottle, but Harrison simply smiles unabashedly at that girl. “Aw, you didn’t have to.”

“But I want to,” she simply shrugs, handing the bottle back to the unassuming PA, who scurries back as quickly as she arrives. Then, Y/N returns to her initial position on top of him and says, jokingly, “Gotta treat my princess right, don’t I?”

But in that exact moment, she feels his cock flexing in excitement. He looks up to find his gaze darken at the pet name. “Fuck’s sake, Y/N…” he turns away to his the blush in his cheeks.

“You got a fine taste, Harrison.” she nods in approval, pleasantly surprised at this revelation, her signature smile taking over her entire beautiful face once more. “Ready?”

The hustle and bustle quiets down and with it, time slows down, too. The call of camera rolling and slate clapping takes her mind into a different headspace. Her body relaxes, readies itself. For the scene. For the sex.

“ACTION!”

He takes her in with an arch of his back, savoring every inch. Gosh, he’s so tight, she swears she could feel him gripping from inside her.

It’s a performance, yes, but it’s also awfully intimate. Like drawing the curtains on the deepest part of herself. And Harrison gives as much of himself as she does hers; she likes that about him. Always equally as vulnerable. Familiarly so.

He is, arguably, the best scene partner she’s ever had.

Even when the novelty has worn off, and the sensation starts to dull out of exertion, there’s still that sizzling connection between them that makes them so fun to watch. It’s not always in the motion of their hips (although it is one of the things driving him crazy at this instant.) Sometimes it’s in the glide of her thumb over his lips, or the way he chases her kisses and traces his mouth anywhere he can, ever so tenderly. A breath of fresh air in the midst of the heat.

Right now, her hand is closed in on Harrison's cock, stroking and pounding into him as he ruts back against her. Among the haze, he opens his eyes to gaze at her, pleading,

"Please, I wanna cum… Daddy..." he whimpers. His eyebrows knot in anticipation —and maybe nerves, since he's going off-script with yet another kink.

But Y/N smiles, her quickening pace a stark contrast to her soothing whispers. "Let go, baby. I got you. Daddy’s got you…"

He sprays his hot mess all over his heaving chest with a breathless moan, his ass gripping her strap-on like a vice. She takes her time lapping up his cum and making her way to his lips with soft kisses, making him giggle hazily.

He finds her lips, indulging in his own taste and how her tongue makes it sweeter. For the longest time, they just stay there; hands in each other's hair, catching their breath in kisses after kisses after kisses… until they part and fall back to the soft surface of the bed, blissfully sated.

"And cut,” Elena says softly, definitively. "That's a wrap for the day, people! Wonderful job!"

It's only then that she remembers the presence of twelve other people in the room with them, applauding and cheering for a job well done. Harrison sits up first, bashfully bowing before lightly elbowing her. Y/N nods graciously at everyone else and applauds right back at them.

The PA scurries back around, this time with some wet wipes and bath robes, and the two of them go on about their own business, cleaning up and going back to their respective dressing rooms, exchanging congratulatory pats on the back with the crew on their way.

Y/N is chatting with Elena when Harrison pops up at her open dressing room door. "Hey. You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." she flashes a brief smile her director's way, and then looks back at him. "We're still up for some food, right?"

"'Course! I'm dying for some proper food," he groans dramatically, sauntering in. "Anyway. I'll see you outside and I'll see you tomorrow, Boss."

"Ciao, bello." Elena gives him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, seeing him out of the room. As soon as he's out of earshot, she turns back to her actress. "You two are so cute."

"We're friends," Y/N rolls her eyes, here we go again. It’s quite surprising how, in an industry where friendships among fellow sex workers are so normalized, they’re not exempt to the light teasing. "Really, really good friends."

"Right..." she replies dubiously.

Y/N absently applies her lip gloss, a ghost of a curious smile creeping up on her face. "What?"

Elena rolls her eyes in relent. "I mean, you know me. I don't do those male gaze-y Gonzo porn. I'm all about sensuality and connection and… I'm just saying," she shrugs, "the chemistry doesn't lie."

"Well," Y/N stands up to bid her farewell, "If it gets you to keep working with us, then we'll keep that chemistry alive, how 'bout that?"

"Such a charmer," Elena shakes her head, laughing. "Go. Your good friend is waiting for you."

She can say that it’s all in day’s work until she foams at the mouth, but all signs point the other direction. The bleak grey London scenery is nowhere to be seen; instead, the golden Roman sunset barely peeks over the rows and rows of centuries-old buildings. And leaning against the lamppost, her so-called good friend is casually checking his phone.

He looks up at her and his handsome features light up, gesturing at his watch as he hurries her. “Hey, come on! Mamma mia, spaghetti carbonara! Vamonos.”

"That’s Spanish and… you’re on your own, pal," she deadpans, turning to walk the other way.

He catches her arm, of course. "Oh no, I’m not. You're not gonna leave me to eat alone like a sad English bastard, are you?"

"But you are a sad English bastard, my darling.”

"Mean." he pouts, and he knows how powerful his puppy dog eyes can be. "Besides, I had a gummy bear diet for a whole 24 hours for you. Shoot water up my ass clean for you! The least you can do is wine and dine me, Y/N."

She bursts out laughing —partly at his dramatic recount of his 'sacrifices', and partly at the idea that this is more than what it is. Two very good friends, who do not shy away from gross conversations, letting off steam after work.

Nothing more.

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“God, that hit the spot…” Y/N sighs as she takes a bite of her tiramisu, following a hearty spaghetti carbonara as their main course (Harrison was not kidding when he uttered that word so passionately earlier.)

Harrison looks up from his now-empty glass of wine with a cheeky smile. “That’s what she said!”

“Having fun, are we?” She teases him good-naturedly.

“I mean, I could definitely get used to this,” he gestures all around him, “We’re doing something cool and artsy for a change, we’re in Rome…”

“Bumming my dessert…” she stiffly points out as she swats his hand away, although he’s already taken a generous amount of her cake in his spoon.

“Exactly! The desserts here are amazing and I just—” he purposely ignores her and puts the stolen spoonful into his mouth. “What a life, you know?”

She glares at him, although the smile she bites back says otherwise. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m buying you dinner.” she finishes her dessert before he beats her to the final bite.

But she gets what he means; it was a truly good day at work, where they got to play dressup and do something experimental and incredibly sensual with a female-led crew. And to do that with one’s most trusted scene partner is… wonderful.

“Would you and your beautiful wife like some more wine, Signore?” their waiter, a friendly middle-aged man, offers.

The pair exchange looks —a pause, and then they burst into laughter.

“No, no, no. We’re not—” Y/N chortles, too caught up to continue.

The waiter looks at her in confusion. “No to the wine or the… wife thing, Signora?”

“Oh, we’re not together, sir.” Harrison clears his throat and smiles politely, “As for the wine… what do you think, love?”

“I think we’re good. Early day at work tomorrow, remember?” she eyes him pointedly. Then, she looks to the waiter, “Can we have the check, please? Thank you.”

The waiter nods, walking away from this peculiar pair at the windowside table of this little restaurant, tucked away in one tiny corner of the city. He comes back with the check a moment later, still quite adamant on offering another bottle of Chianti to go.

Y/N shakes her head, much more composed now. “Grazie mille. The food was…” she makes a chef’s kiss gesture as she links her arm with Harrison’s on her way out.

“I’ve never seen someone openly shipping us so hard,” she muses as they enter their hotel lobby, just across the street.

“Do you think he recognized us?”

“I don’t think so. He doesn’t have ‘that look’, you know?”

“Ah, yes.” Harrison grins knowingly.

It doesn’t happen very often, but every now and again someone might clock them from their films or OnlyFans and they have this ‘I-can’t-believe-you’re-a-real-person’ look on their face, which can be amusing or unnerving sometimes.

“He does have the look of, ‘if you get the wine, maybe you’ll get frisky later’ though,” he adds, briefly nodding at the receptionist who wishes them a buonasera.

Y/N simply laughs it off, pressing their floor button.

The door closes, one of those antique elevators with the metal trellis and wooden finish. And suddenly there’s no noise anymore. Just the low humdrum of the old engine.

They climb past floor after floor in silence. It’s only in times like this —where there’s no one else that the voices start to settle in. The voices that ask them why aren’t they together and point out just how close they are. Arm in arm. Alone together in this tiny little space.

“Does that ever make you feel… I don’t know, weird?” Harrison speaks up, a little more quietly this time.

His nose nearly brushes against her cheek, and it makes her heart skip a beat. It takes everything to keep her composure and say, “What do you mean?”

“You know, like, when people are nosy, I guess.”

“Ah well, it comes with the job, right?” Y/N coolly shrugs it off. “And you?”

She finally brings herself to turn to him, finding him looking ahead, lips pursed, head tilted away from her. He feels her curious eyes on him, and he meets her gaze. At that moment, it seems they are both keeping their cards close to their chests. And neither is willing to budge.

The elevator dings and Y/N opens her mouth. Harrison doesn’t even realize he’s holding his breath.

“You still have some makeup around your eye.” she saunters out of the elevator and towards her hotel room door.

“Fuck’s sake!” he hisses, his voice coming out sharp in the empty hallway.

“Come on, I got some cleansing oil inside,” Y/N motions him over and slides in her key card.

“This is why you’re the fucking best.” Harrison follows her into her room, drops his bag on the entryway with a flourish, and invites himself into her bathroom.

Such is life as Harrison’s friend, she sighs.

“My God, Y/N, how do you live like this?!” he hollers from inside.

She doesn’t rush inside right away. She knows exactly what he’s going on about. And sure enough, she finds him fixing the towel haphazardly strewn on its hanger and rearranging the mess of her skincare products on the bathroom counter. He makes a point to put the toothpaste cap back on in front of her.

“I was in a hurry, okay?” She simply takes the tube from him, replacing it with the glass bottle of her cleansing oil.

“You’re an animal,” he groans, although he lets her push his hair back anyway —carding her fingers through his wavy locks. It feels so good, so comforting, and he secretly wishes she could do it for longer.

But she lets go. She sits by the sink and toys with a fresh towel while he lathers his face with the cleanser. He can see there’s something on her mind, but Y/N is a stubborn little thing. The more one tries to coax it out of her, the deeper it gets buried.

So Harrison stays quiet, lathering his face with her cleansing oil. He can barely see the little knot between her eyebrows in his periphery, but he knows it’s there. Any second now...

“You know, Elena said something similar earlier.”

And there it is. “What’d she say?”

Y/N waits until he turns on the tap, rinsing his face. Perhaps some white noise and mundane activity would be a good buffer. “She asked if we were together. Said the chemistry doesn’t lie, or whatever.”

Harrison turns off the tap, and the small squeak sounds deafening at the moment. “And what did you say?”

“I said we’re really good friends!” she replies matter-of-factly, a little too loud and high-pitched to be casual. Well, at least he’s patting his face with the towel, so she can’t see his face.

Alas, the distraction only buys her 5 seconds until Harrison puts it down. He folds it in two and sets it aside. An extra 3 seconds, but it’s enough for him to muster up the courage to say,

“Would it be so bad if it were true?”

“What?” she looks up from her hands in her lap, for the first time sounding less than cocksure about herself.

He shrugs, absently fixing the row of bottles and tubs in front of him. “I’m just saying.”

“What are you saying?”

“I… like you and I like what we have and —I don’t know. Maybe I want to kiss you when we’re not working.” he wipes his hands awkwardly and leans against the sink.

They’ve been in every intimate situation known to man, with tens of people watching, and yet… in the stillness of this sleek bathroom, bathed in warm vanity light reflected against emerald green tiles, they’ve never felt so naked with each other. So vulnerable.

“Just kisses?” Y/N eventually pipes up, a glint of humor in her eyes —but also a sliver of yearning, too.

“See, that’s the other thing! We already know how compatible we are in bed and, like, we both do the same shit for work; we don’t need to have that awkward conversation about what the relationship will be like between us.”

“What if I want you to quit doing porn?” she crosses her arms, challenging him. Making sure he’s not fucking with her.

He makes a face like he knows her like the back of his hand. “Do you, really?”

And he does, she begrudgingly admits. “No, I don’t,” she sighs.

“That’s exactly what I mean." he lodges himself between her open legs. “What do you say?”

Y/N loosely wraps her legs around his trim waist, hands sneaking under his sweatshirt. “What if it doesn’t work out?”

It’s a valid concern and definitely something he’s maturely considered. “Then we… go back to being friends and co-workers. I mean, at the very worst, I don’t see us ending so badly, we wouldn’t stand to be around each other.”

“I don’t know about that, though. You’re pretty anal.”

“I thought you liked me because I’m anal.” he quirks his eyebrows at the last word.

“Shut up…” she weakly swats his chest, though she keeps her hand there, her initial worries dissipating. Gosh, being with Harrison is so easy. “So we’re doing this?”

“If you want to.”

“Sex without a camera, huh? That’s new.” she smirks at her own remark.

“No camera, no crew, no makeup…” he teases, pulling her in.

Their foreheads rest against each other, and it does calm her nerves a bit. “When in Rome,” she murmurs.

She makes the first move. They must’ve kissed a thousand times today, adding to tens of thousands more kisses in all the times they’ve worked together. But this one feels new. Unhurried. Untethered.

Indulgent, for once.

They eventually move to the bed and Y/N has no qualms with continuing their makeout session right away, but of course Harrison can’t stand the mess of clothes on the edge of the bed. She tuts and pushes it onto the floor, only to find him shooting a dirty glare at her.

“You’re an animal,” Harrison reiterates his disdain for her messy habits.

“Ugh, you’re so anal. Leave me alone!” She groans, stretching out her limbs in her bed.

“I didn’t hear you complain about that earlier,” he retorts, pulling her back into his arms.

The night is young and with no marks to hit, no takes to nail, they just lay on their sides and make out in bed for the longest time. Fingers dancing on the skin under their shirts, lazily peeling away one clothing item after another. She draws an invisible line from freckle to freckle, from his neck to his hip, before eventually resting her palm over his heart. Beating stubbornly under the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Harrison’s hand treads between her legs, knuckles stroking her soft inner thigh. She lets him in, of course, reveling in the way he traces her clit. How his whole body presses against hers, taking in every shift in her movement. Every twitch. Every subtle reaction to the way he makes her feel so fucking good.

Y/N arches up into his touch as he inches closer towards her opening. No words needed to be said; he knows what she wants. And when he spreads her own wetness around her cunt just a little too long, he simply wants to savor her bashful little laugh… and watch it falter when his fingers swiftly enter her.

“Shit…” her hand flies up around his neck, pulling him back into a kiss.

He falls out of the kiss as her jaw slacks at the quickening of his pace, and he ventures down her breasts. Finding his way to her hardened nipple, nipping and sucking to his heart’s desire.

And his heart desires to hear her sweet sighs and feel her fall apart underneath him.

She gives him just that, and it’s the easiest thing ever. Her whole body is overwhelmed with the sensation of his fingers stroking her sweet spot and his thumb lightly —lithely pressing on her clit. Soon enough, she succumbs to the impending release and whimpers his name as she cums. She trusts him to listen to her body and follow the signs, and sure enough… he does. He powers through her orgasm and slows his pace as she winds down.

"Fuck, that was nice.” she falls back into her pillow.

“I know. You’ve been doing a lot of the work today, my love,” he smooths out her hair, kissing her sweetly. “Want me to take the reins now?”

“Mm, yes please.” As bossy as she is, Y/N can’t fight how her limbs feel like jelly after that. And being taken care of really doesn’t sound so bad right now.

And Harrison is more than happy to do so. He lines up his hard, veiny cock and slides it in bit by bit, letting her adjust to his size. He’s always been thicker than he seems, and as sexy as it may be to make her scream with one swift thrust, the promise of slow, vanilla sex sounds way more enticing to them.

Y/N wraps her legs around his waist and eventually pulls him all the way in. Above all, her heart feels full at how tender they are with each other.

“You feel so good…” he hums into her neck, leaving soft kisses in his wake as he feels her walls gripping him like a vice.

“So do you, darling,” she murmurs back, grinding her hips into his.

He starts thrusting in and out of her, easing her into the comings and goings of his cock. She keeps him close, though. Letting herself be enshrouded by his body, his scent. His warmth. It feels grounding.

And when Harrison picks up his pace and inching closer towards their high, she finds herself settling back into the comfort of their relationship. In her haze of it all, she still finds it in her to tease him.

“That’s it. Fuck. Be a good boy and take care of Daddy,” she lazily grins.

He clenches his jaw, the motion of his hips faltering just a little. “Fuck’s sake, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” she blinks up at him, feigning innocence and fooling nobody.

“You know what, Y/N,” he replies with a grunt and a thrust that reaches deep into her core.

And of course, with the big dick energy she possesses, she responds with a sharp smack on his ass. “Don’t be rude, that’s Daddy for you.”

“Fuck!” he feels the clench of her pussy, the sting of her palm, and the sly smirk gazing up at him and he loses all control. Blowing his load into her silky inner walls.

Meanwhile Y/N is rocking a shit-eating million-dollar smile through it all. That little shit.

“That’s a dirty fucking game you’re playing,” he says between labored breaths into the crook of her neck.

“I know.” she kisses his sweat-damp hair.

Harrison, sluggish as he is after his orgasm, lifts his head up to meet her gaze. “I’mma get you for that.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

Y/N feels two things in the span of 3 seconds: emptiness, from Harrison pulling out of her and his weight on top of her suddenly gone just like that. And then warmth, of his mouth on her spent, dripping pussy. He wastes no time devouring the juices leaking out of her like it’s the only thing he’ll ever do. There's no camera to pander the money shot —just his insatiable self and this sexy, peculiar, funny creature that he’s crazy about. And if he spends the rest of his life bringing her to her sweet release and nothing else, he’d be the luckiest man alive.

Her big finish comes as sudden, as intense as her beginning. The kind that takes her breath away and makes her thighs tremble and close in around his head. And he makes good on his promise —he keeps licking her clit as a playful revenge, until she actively pushes his head away from the overstimulation.

“You’re an animal,” she whines, although she pulls him back into her embrace.

“That’s what you get for exposing me!”

“Um, excuse me? You exposed yourself, sir.”

“I guess I couldn’t help it when you’re being so fucking sexy like that.”

They exchange looks, the room suddenly quieting down —and then they burst into laughter, gagging and shuddering at the corny, porn-y pickup line.

“Oh God, Elena is gonna have a field day tomorrow,” Y/N sighs as she settles back into his chest. He makes for a nice pillow, it turns out.

“Ah well, let her,” he smooths out her sexed-up hair gently, pressing a kiss on her forehead, “We’ll be alright.”

And if this is what she falls asleep and wakes up to forever, she’s pretty sure she will be.

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[gxdsfavgal]

Can you write one where reader and peter are 18 and attend midtown and they go to france like in ffh, but no mysterio, and reader wears a red dress

https://pin.it/79NlMnm

and gets hit on a lot at a dinner and MJ, Flash (he’s friends w them), Ned, and Betty tease peter about being jealous and it ends in possessive smut?

BASICALLY A WHOLE BUNCH OF JEALOUS!PETER thank you:)))

That Dress

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem stark!reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI, crazy amount of ‘bub’ pet names, language, SMUT, sexual intercourse (female receiving from male), possessiveness, choking, spitting, degradation, raw sex (wrap it up kids), dom!peter

A/N: Sorry if my French is horrible, I barely know any!! Also, I am not good at writing smut LMAOOO

GIF by @zendayamybabe

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It was our senior trip just before we all graduated and went off to college, a few days ago we boarded a plane and wounded up in a rotten hotel in Italy.

Luckily, we were able to get a refund and since I have plugs with many people all over the world because of my late father’s last name, I was able to get the senior class a much better hotel in France.

For the first few days, all the seniors did tourist stuff like take pics and try the new foods. We were able to roam around with each other.

It was now the last night of the two week trip and Peter, MJ, Ned, Betty, and Flash decided that we all should have a nice dinner.

I was able to book us a reservation at the Monsieur Bleu.

Once I told the group what time we were going we all decided to get all dressed up. My roommate for the trip is MJ since there were still teacher chaperones, but MJ is one of my best friends so of course I didn’t mind. Peter and Ned stayed in a room a few down the hall from us. Flash stayed with that annoying kid Remy that grew so much during the blip, and Betty stayed with Zoha.

Peter of course wasn’t mad that we can’t stay in a room together, lord if we did have a room together I don’t think we would ever leave.

MJ and I started to get ready, I lended her a dress since she didn’t bring any. I got to fix her hair, it was almost a similar hair style to mine so she just told me she’ll do it herself.

I was finally done with fixing up MJ so now it was my turn. I bought this gorgeous dress at a boutique in the city, it was a perfect summer dress.

It had this gorgeous red fabric with small flowers on it, the neckline was a sweetheart cut with the edges ruffled. The straps on the shoulders matched the rest of the dress, ruffled too.

It was just stunning. I put it on and checked myself in the mirror. It showed all the right parts, and hugged all the right parts.

The end of the dress was way above my knee, it was short but very cute.

I paired it with some straw platform sandals and some of my favorite jewelry.

“Peter is going to freak when he sees you in that.” MJ widened her eyes from the bed as she predicts my boyfriends reaction.

“Why? Is it bad? Too showy? I should change.”

“No y/n, you look fine. I meant that he was going to freak in a good way.” She chuckled, getting up from the bed so we can put on our shoes and grab our things to go.

We all decided to meet in the main lobby of the hotel at 6pm sharp. MJ and I went down to the lobby with all of our stuff, our canvas tote bags, sunglasses, and other essentials for the night.

We finally got out of the elevator, and went looking for the group.

We finally found them, and wow Peter looked amazing.

He was wearing a white button up and black pants that accentuated his toned body. He recently has been training a lot at the compound so he has gained a lot of muscle.

The sleeves seemed a tad bit tight on him because of how big he got, and just those abs. I wanted to strip him down right there and then.

“W-Wow, you look amazing bubby” Peter held me out by my waist to see everything, giving me a twirl and all.

“And you bubs, look fine as fuck.” I kissed him right under his earlobe as his cheeks began to flush.

“You are heavenly.” he kissed my cheek repeatedly.

“Enough you love birds. I want to eat!” Flash interrupted with his loud voice and a clap of his hands.

We all giggled and went to the bikes that the hotel provided. We hopped on our individual bikes headed towards the restaurant.

The breeze against our skin as the late sun was beginning to set. The orange tint in the sky was beamed on us.

We finally arrived at the building, we locked up our bikes and headed on into the tall building so we can go to the rooftop for our reservation.

We got seated out on the patio, with an amazing view of the Eiffel Tower. The structures lights were being turned on for the night.

We all sat at one table, Peter next to me and MJ on the other side of me. Ned, Betty, and Flash sat across from us.

We were taking our pictures, selfies, and Snapchat videos of our view of Paris. Peter had us send pictures of to May and Happy, while I was sending pictures to my mum and Morgan.

The view was gorgeous, our seats, my friends looked amazing, and my boyfriend is fucking hot. Everything was perfect for this dinner.

“Bonjour beauté [Hello beauty]” A man said from the table behind us as we looked at the menu.

I turned to see the man, and he seemed very nice. Looked a little older than us, but good looking.

“Oh um, Hi. Bonjour.” I scrambled out, hopefully saying the right words.

“Ah. You are from America? Oui?” The man asked me as my friends and Peter were talking amongst themselves.

“Yes, our senior trip.” I nodded.

“Tu es une très jolie fille [you are a very beautiful girl]” the stranger grumbled.

“I- Um. I think you’re saying I’m pretty?” I felt Peter shift next to me, I was now able to tell that he was listening in on the conversations. “Thank you.”

“parle-moi de toi, jolie fille [tell me about yourself, pretty girl]” The man lightly dragged a finger down my arm.

“Peter. I think that random French man I hitting on you girlfriend.” I heard Ned whisper loudly.

“Peen Parker can’t stop his own girlfriend from getting flirted with!” Flashed laughed. I knew Peter was going to get jealous.

“Oh umm. How do I say this? J’ai dix-huit ans [I am eighteen]. Umm. Je veux être un Engineering Technician [I want to be a Engineering Technician].” I answered the stranger. It seemed like he was sitting with his friends.

“Hey the waiter is here.” MJ told me, I smiled to the guy and turned back to the table to order my food.

Everyone seemed awkward, like they were trying to hide something and I knew what it was. Peter on the other hand was stiff in his seat, his face was a little red, and the vein on his neck became prominent.

“Hey do you want anything to drink?” I nudged Peter.

“Hmm?” he hummed.

“I was asking if you want anything to drink.” I repeated myself.

“Anything.” he said blankly, just tearing small pieces of the table bread and plopping it into his mouth.

I turned to the waiter. “Umm and nous aurons une bouteille de ummm— Ah Louis Roederer Cristal please. [Umm and we will have a bottle of ummm— Ah Louis Roederer Cristal please.]” I said with a smile, handing the waiter the wine menu.

“Ooo wine, I like your taste” Betty outed as she was attached to Neds arm.

“Hey, I don’t want you to pay for all of this. I’ll chip in.” MJ said with a soft smile from next to me.

“No MJ it’s alright, I got it. You guys can order as much as you want.” I told the table, they gave me wide smiles as Peter sat their quietly.

“Cristal est cher, joli. Êtes-vous sûr que vos amis peuvent se le permettre? [Cristal is expensive, pretty one. Are you sure your friends can afford that?]” The french stranger said from behind me.

“I’m paying for the whole thing.” I said with a smile to the stranger.

“Ah, you are wealthy” He nodded his head.

“I guess you can say I am.” I chuckled.

I heard the waiter set down the wine with 6 glasses onto the table. I turned around and they were already pouring themselves some of the cristal.

We each held our wine glasses.

“Cheers!” we clinked out glasses all together at the center of the table, the white wine sloshing around the glass. We brought the glass to our lips, taking a small sip to taste.

“Oh this is amazing! Everyone say ‘thank you y/n Stark’! ” Flash exclaimed as he was talking videos for his Instagram.

“This is one of the best wines i’ve ever had. The worst being the communion wine from church.” we all chuckled at MJ’s joke.

“Do you like it?” I pushed my elbow into Peter’s side.

“Yeah.” He dryly said, he quickly engaged in the conversation that Ned and Betty were having. “

“So you are Stark?” the stranger behind me asked.

“Well yes. I am the daughter of Tony Stark. What’s your name?” I chuckled as I sipped my wine.

“Antoine. Your name is pretty y/n.” He said, his fingers drumming on my forearm.

“It’s really not that pretty, but thank you Antoine.” I heard MJ whisper something to Peter about him touching me.

I nodded but then soon turned around back to my table as I heard the waiter was handing out our dishes.

The group took our photos of the food as we saw the fireworks go off from the Eiffel Tower. We quickly began to eat the small proportion of our food.

“Mmmm very small but amazing” I said as I was indulging the flavors and textures.

“That’s what she’s said” Ned and Flash said in sync, earning a laugh from the rest of us.

“Do you like your food?” I ask Peter who seemed to stare off into the sky a lot.

“Yeah, It’s good.” He clenched his jaw.

We all talked together as we finished the bottle of cristal and our food. It was getting late and we had to ride our bikes back to the hotel so we began to pack up.

“Miss Stark?” Antoine asked.

“Yes?” I hummed at I stood up from my chair.

“Puis-je avoir votre numéro? [May I have your number?]” the man asked with a nervous chuckle.

“Garçon stupide, parlant à mon. [stupid boy, talking to my y/n.]” Peter mumbled under his breath.

I stared at him with wide eyes, and my mouth open wide, I was unable to say anything.

“Qu'est-ce que tu m'as dit, petit garçon? [What did you say to me, little boy?]” Antoine asked.

“Elle est à moi, pas à toi. [she’s mine, not yours.]” Peter said sternly.

“Tu ne peux pas la posséder, ce n'est pas un chien. [You can’t own her, she’s not a dog.]” Antoine scoffed.

“nous avons terminé maintenant. Je vous suggère d'arrêter de flirter avec ma copine. [we are done now. I suggest you stop flirting with my girlfriend.]” Peter said from next to me, his hand gripping my wrist tightly.

Peter’s other hand was balled into a fist, his veins popping out more. His jaw was clenched, and his muscles were tense.

“Petite amie? c'est surprenant. [girlfriend? that’s surprising.]” Antoine laughed.

The group quickly left along with Peter and I. He kept his grip on my wrist, basically pulling me out of the restaurant and into the elevator.

The elevator was awkward, not silent at all since the others were trying to make some conversation so the air wasn’t so tense.

We got to our bikes and immediately started biking back to the hotel.

Once we arrived at the hotel, Peter was basically pulling me to the room. Ned followed us but Peter closed the door on his best friend.

“I- I’ll just be with Betty!” Ned said from the other side of the door.

Silence rung in the bedroom for a few minutes. I stood there playing with the bottom of my dress as Peter sat on a chair with his elbows on his knees, and his fingers rubbing at his temples.

“What’s wrong Peter?” I asked him calmly.

“You know what’s wrong, y/n.”

“I don’t understand.” I said as I took a step towards him.

“Don’t fucking play dumb.” He rolled his tongue against the side of his cheek.

“I’m not playing du—“ He stood up from his seat, his hand quickly grasping my neck. He walked me backward until my back hit against the wall.

“Fucking slut.” he spat his saliva right onto my collarbone, it dropped down to the tops of my breasts. “Want Antoine? Go ahead.”

“Peter we should tal—“

“I’m fucking tired of people trying to get with my y/n.” he grumbled into my ear. “Nobody gets to talk to my y/n.”

The use of ‘my’ could make cum right there and then.

His lips assaulted the tops of my breasts, licking up his dripping saliva and leaving bruises. I whimpered at his lips and tongue touching me, my pussy aching and pooling in my panties.

“You think you can just open you legs for random guys?” his tightened his grip on my throat.

“O-Only for you.” I was able to say.

“Only for me huh?” He pulls me away from the wall and slamming my back into the couch. He swiftly takes off his shirt, and standing in between my knees.

He pulls down my dress strap and the top of my dress, revealing my bare chest. His head dodges down to my nipple, tongue twirling, lips sucking.

My back aches against him, giving him more access to my mounds. As he was sucking on one, his fingers were pinching and fiddling with my other nipple. Pinching, flicking, and switching to the other to give it the same attention.

“Peter!” I grinded my hips upwards, trying to get friction onto my clit from his bare chest. I was a moaning mess.

He turned his attention away from my mounds, he quickly began to take off my dress, leaving me in just my black thong.

His hands now pushing down my hips, keeping me away from any friction.

“Pete!” I moaned out as I was clenching around air.

“Needy ass whore.” he spat more of his saliva onto my stomach. “My whore.”

His tongue pressed onto the skin of my stomach, collecting his saliva back into his mouth. His face moved back up to me.

“Open.” he demanded.

I obeyed and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue.

He spat his saliva onto my tongue, with a smile I closed my mouth and swallowed.

“That’s my girl.” he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue poking around and asking for an entrance.

I opened my mouth and our tongues explored each other’s mouths, twirling and sucking on each other.

He then began to slowly put his body weight onto me, with a thrust of my hips I was able to get some sort of relief.

As we made out, Peter snaked his hand between the two of us. His fingers reaching the cloth over my sensitive bud. He began to slowly rub circles onto it, my mouth opening at the sudden feel.

“Pete, I- I-“

“Finish your sentence bub, you got it.” he applied more pressure onto the bit.

“I- I need you.” I finally got out.

He stopped all of his movements, no more sloppy kisses, no more rubbing.

He removed his fingers away from my clit, lightly dragging them from my pubic bone, over my belly button, through the valley of my breast, up my neck and landing at my chin.

“Who do you belong to?” he held my chin in place, making sure I keep eye contact with him.

“You.” I looked up at him with gleaming eyes, his pupils were blown with lust.

“That’s right. You are only mine.” he accentuated his possessive words.

I nodded with a whine.

He stood between my legs, unbuckling his belt and stripping down to just his boxers. I sat up, leaning onto my elbows to get a better view of my boyfriend.

He looked at me in the eyes, his brown hazel eyes weren’t looking anywhere else but my eyes. His fingers hooked onto his own boxers as he pulled them down.

My eyes headed straight for his hard dock that slapped against his lower stomach. My mouth began to water, my lace underwear began to pool once again from the view of the perfect average thick and veiny dick.

“Since you wanted to be a little fucking slut earlier, I’m gonna fuck my tight little pussy so good, you’re not going to be able to make the flight back home.” he chuckled as he began to stroke himself with his hand.

I began to get so desperate that one of my hands drifted over my underwear, putting pressure onto my clit and rubbing my slits.

“Did I fucking say to touch yourself?” His hand pounced onto my wrist, stopping my motions on my core. “Fucking brat.”

“Bub please.” I whined, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Please what bubs? I need words.” he said with his other hand holding my chin in place to look at him.

My thighs began to rub against each other, trying to relieve the sensitivity.

“Touch me Pete. Fuck. Just fucking touch me please.” I pleaded out as I closed my eyes in embarrassment at the amount of desperation.

“Anything for my girl.” He quickly ripped off my lace underwear, giving me marks from where it was pulled off from. “Now, are you wet because of me or because of that fucking man at the restaurant?”

“You. Just you bub.” I looked at him with a grin as he looked at me with his tongue rolling on the side of his cheek.

He pulled me from my hips to the edge of the bed and began stroking his length onto my slit, collecting my wetness as a lubricant. He began to line up his cock at the entrance of my core.

He looked at me with affirmation, with a nod of my head he began to slowly push the tip of him inch by inch.

Groans coming from the both of us as he stretches my pussy out with his thick length. Once he finally bottomed out, we stayed in the position for a few seconds before I gave the ‘okay’ that I have adjusted to his thickness.

Peter began to slowly move his hips away from me and snapping it into me. He began to pick up his speed, causing me moans to flow out of our mouths.

“You feel so good. Look at you, being fucked and you still look heavenly.” he hyped me with with every thrust of his hips, his hands on my breasts.

“Fuck. Fuck. Pete, oh god.” I moaned out a few times repeatedly from the amount of pleasure I was getting.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this?” he asked with beads of sweat forming on the both of us.

“Y-Yours.” I stuttered out.

“That’s fucking right. Your mine, and this fucking pussy is mine.” he pulled his hips all the way back, where his tip was barely in me before he quickly thrusted his dick back into my core.

“Fucking hell.” I arched my back and clenched down onto his cock.

“Cum for me bub. Cum on my dick.” He encouraged me as he peppered kisses onto my breasts and collar bones.

The knot in my stomach unraveled, sending shocks through my body. My legs shook and my view became white, my high was out of this world.

“Good baby.” He kissed my lips as he kept thrusting in and out of me, as for I was still coming down from my high.

“Cum in me bubby.” I mumbled into his lips as I pulled the hairs on the back of his head.

His thrusts became unsteady and I felt his dick twitch within me.

“Come on babe.” I encouraged him.

With a couple more snaps of his hips he was chasing his high, he emptied out his seed into my core. I felt it paint my walls, warm all around.

Once he was done he couldn’t keep himself up, causing him to drop onto me.

Our chests heaving up and down from our heavy breathing, our sweat and cum mix had us in a sticky mess.

“I’m gonna start flirting with random guys from now on to just get fucked this hard.” I said from under him.

“Don’t ever flirt with another guy.” Peter mumbled into my neck.

“I’ll think about it.” I chuckled at his comment, combing my fingers through his hair.

[w2soneshots]

Can you make a oneshot that We alsow is a fotball girl and Harry and her Are filming a penelty video and he hits her in the head and she gets a nose bleed. And Harry gets scared and takes her to the hospital but she just need som kisses and cudels

You sure? -W2S

words: 0.6k+

warnings: head injury, hospitals, protective harry.

summary: Harry accidentally hurts you during a football video and won’t stop worrying.

notes: hey babe🫶🏼 I’ve been super busy recently so haven’t really had the time (or energy) to write😫. Thank you for this cute request!! I hope you enjoy🤍 (also I know nothing about football so I apologise if anything is incorrect😭)

Me and Harry have been together for almost 8 months. We both love football and he often comes on my channel. Today we're filming a video at our local football pitch.

"You almost ready to go babe?" He asked as I brushed my teeth. "Mhm" I murmured before spitting the toothpaste into the sink. "Let me just grab my bag." I rushed through our apartment to collect the last few things I needed for the video.

We left soon after and Harry drove us to the pitch. Once we arrived we grabbed all of the equipment out of the boot and carried it onto the grass. Then we set everything up and began filming. "Hey guys! Today we're filming a penalty video and Harry's going to be challenging my goal keeping skills so let's get started!" I began. Harry did his usual awkward "yes!" And I giggled.

I assumed my position in the goal and Harry began taking shots. After almost half an hour of switching back and forth between Harry and I it was my turn to be the goal keeper again. Everything went in slow motion, Harry took a shot and before I could even process what was happening the ball whacked me right in my face. I fell to the ground with a thud as my head started to spin and something wet began to drip from my nose.

"Oh my god! y/n I'm so sorry! Shit you're bleeding! Oh nelly." Harry rambled. "Haz I'm fine, just a bit shocked that's all." I calmly stated as he helped me up. "We should take you to the hospital." He stressed. I decided not to argue as I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. He walked me back to the car then quickly grabbed the cameras along with all of our things. Then he drove us to the hospital.

"Looks like you have a minor concussion, doesn't seem to be anything you need to worry about just rest and take it easy for the next few days." The kind nurse said as I sat next to Harry in the small hospital room. "Are you sure she's gonna be ok?" Harry asked. She nodded "if you're worried about anything just call us up or come back here." She relayed. "Yes, thank you." I stood from the chair and Harry quickly followed.

I saw him carefully glancing at me on the drive home. "Harry. Seriously I'm fine. The nurse said there was absolutely nothing to worry about." "I know, I just feel bad for you know- hurting you." He replied, keeping his eyes on the road. I laughed "aw, you're such an empath."

When we got home Harry told me to sit down and so I did. After grabbing me some water and an ice pack he plonked himself next to me on the couch. I moved so my head was leaning on his chest. His hands gently raked through my hair and I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next morning I woke up in bed next to Harry, who was sat scrolling through his phone. "Morning." I whispered. His eyes shot towards me "ah, you're alive. How's your head?" He asked. I chuckled "my heads fine." My head hurt a little (which was to be expected since I'd had a football pounded into my face) but I wasn't going to mention it to Harry since he was so worried. "Good. We're definitely not filming any more football videos for a while." I pouted, putting on my best puppy dog eyes "but I don't want my channel to die." Harry chuckled "well I can compromise... maybe we can just do crossbar challenge or something." "Ok." I replied with a satisfied nod before moving closer toward him and pecking his lips. "Thanks for taking care of me Haz." He pulled me closer "you know I always will."

[spideyssunshine]

Ok but 11! 11, 11, 11, with Harrison?!?!?!! Please, please, please!? 🤤

18+

summary: having sex in a house full of other boys could be tricky but not to Harrison

prompt 11: “let them know your mine”

masterlist//prompt list//taglist

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“Fuck, Haz!” You screamed out as Harrison bit onto your nipple while pounding into you. You tugged at his golden curls, making him let out an even deeper groan then before. His finger grazed across your cheek, before pressing a passionate kiss to you.

“Haz, I- it feels so good.” You said covering your mouth with your hand to hide a load moan. The only problem of being pleasured at the moment, was Tom and Harry downstairs playing Xbox. Harrison bottomed out of you, making you scream once again, but instead of covering it Harrison pinned your hands above your head.

“Hey hey, none of that. Let them know your mine love.” Harrison coyly whispered in your ear.

‘Tom and Harry would never let go of this one.’ you thought. It was totally worth it though. You clinged onto Harrison’s neck as he continued to go at a fast but loving pace in and out of you. By now, you both were a moaning mess, right at the peak of your climax.

“Cum with me yeah?” He asked as his eyebrows pinched together. You nodded fastly, closing your eyes as a signal to him. You clenched around his length as he let out the sexiest noise ever. The two of you didn’t care if your best mates were downstairs, you were so caught up in the moment and the intimacy being shared.

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[piscesparker]

Can you write one where y/n is family friends with the hollands but they haven't seen eachother in a while. Y/n was really nerdy and awkward when they were younger. She comes to visit them and she has gone through a complete glowup since the last time. Harry, Tom, and Sam have fallen in love with her and they begin to battle for her attention. Which results in a huge fight between the brothers where they admit to her that they all have a crush on her. Also Paddy is the only sane one.

a/n: I just added a little ✨spice✨ also enjoy this crap brought to you by me ಥ‿ಥ

I ain't your girlfriend

“Boys come down!” Nikki hollered from down stairs as the Holland sons came down one by one. 

“Whatever it is I didn’t do it.” Harry raised his hands in defence. 

“No, no one has done anything yet,” she squinted at them, “and the reason I called you down is to let you know that we’re having visitors this afternoon and I expect you to be on your best behaviour.” She warned them. 

“Is it someone we know?” The eldest Holland asked, taking a seat near the kitchen island. 

“Actually you do, it's the Y/l/n’s.” 

“Wait like Y/n Y/l/n?” Sam quipped as Nikki nodded, “Wow, I haven’t seen her for ages!” 

“Yeah I remember her now!” Harry cut in, “the nerd with the glasses right?” He said, taking a bite of an apple from the fruit bowl. 

“Yeah, well she’s back in town and I asked her to join us for lunch.” She shrugged and that’s when a knock drew their attention, “that must be her.” She grinned, walking over and welcoming you with open arms. The minute you walked in the kitchen all the three brothers’ jaws dropped; they were absolutely stunned by your beauty, they even thought their eyes were deceiving them and the cold silence made the blood rush to your cheeks. Paddy walked in completely unaware of the situation at hand, “You three monkeys are drooling, what is wrong with you?” He asked which made them snap out of their trance and quickly fix themselves. “Hi I’m Tom.” He said holding his hand in front of you. 

“Hi,” you smiled, “how could I forget you guys!” 

“Hey Y/n!” Harry cut you off, embracing you in a hug and then came Sam, after exchanging pleasantries you found yourself sitting on their couch with a cup of tea, swapping stories of how you’ve been. Suddenly you felt like you were being stared at, glancing at the kitchen you saw the three Holland brothers looking at you and then immediately looking away when they saw you looking at them. Tom and Sam rushed in the kitchen to save themselves from embarrassment whereas Harry found the ceiling quite interesting. 

Meanwhile in the kitchen... 

“Guys, I have something to tell you!” Harry whisper-yelled. 

“I do too!” Sam and Tom said in unison, which made them look at each other in confusion. 

“I’ll go first!” The trio said in unison, “I really like Y/n.” The minute these words slipped out of their mouth, their eyes widened and Paddy walked past them whispering, “Idiots.” 

“First one out gets to go out with her!” Harry announced before running away from his brothers and into the living room, Tom and Sam following suit. As you were conversing with the mother of those divs, Harry jogged in and plopped himself beside you. “Hey, Yn, I know it's been some time and uh, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go out with me?” He asked and before you could even open your mouth, Tom and Sam ran into the room and cut you off, “Hey no fair!” Tom whined. 

“Yeah you can’t just say things like that and then run off!” Sam objected. While the three boys kept arguing while Nikki sat there trying not to tell off her sons in front of you meanwhile Paddy stood behind you and said, “Oy vey.” And rolled his eyes. 

“Everyone just shut up!” Nikki yelled, making everyone flinch at her sudden rage, even poor Tessa under a chair. “I have had enough of this! Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is? All of you apologize right now!” The boys hung their head low and whispered their apologies as Paddy stifled his laughs. “It’s alright,” you said, “it was a good effort but I already have a boyfriend.” You announced, giving a sad smile; Tom, Harry and Sam let out soft ‘ohs’ while Paddy bursted out laughing. 

After everything settled down, lunch was quieter than expected; Nikki glaring at her sons and their heads hung low in embarrassment. As soon as you finished and thanked her for the delicious meal, you let her know that your boyfriend was picking you up. Minutes go by and once again a knock caught everyone’s attention.

“I’ll get it!” Tom announced, he wanted to know who was the guy that took you from him, opening the door it revealed to be his best friend. “Harrison what are you doing here?” He laughed, as he was about to answer you walked up and pecked his lips, “Hey.” He smiled as Tom’s, Harry’s and Sam’s blood began to boil. 

“Harrison you son of a bi-” Tom began before chasing him into the yard and leaving you sacred as Paddy stood beside you and said, “I told you they’re idiots.” He laughed. The scene of your childhood friends chasing your boyfriend really ticked off Nikki, and let's just say that the boys were grounded for most of their lives. 

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Harrison Osterfield Taglist: @hollandbroz-n-haz​ @hjoficrecs​ @euphorichxlland​ @asshatgrace

[tomsrebeleyebrow]

‘stay safe, cheer up’ masterlist 💛🧡💙

~ ~ ~ my first ever blurb event that happened during the covid-19 crisis and lockdown period, hope you enjoyed it 💕 ~ ~ ~

TOM HOLLAND

Tom gushes about Reader during an interview

Reader goes back at her workplace and bumps into CEO!Tom (SMUT)

Cuddle time turns naughty (SMUT)

Tom dyes Reader’s hair during quarantine

Tom being cheeky and a tease during Reader’s online class (A BIT NSFW)

Tom surprises Reader with champagne to celebrate (SMUT)

Tom bought an epic bounce castle

Reader is lockdowned at home and misses Tom a lot, so he cheers her up

Tom and Reader are on a long distance relationship but still support each other

Tom meets Reader’s two-year-old child for the first time

Tom comforts Reader because she gets insecure

Tom realises he’s in love with Reader during a wedding

Tom surprises everyone by taking time off and Reader gets emotional

Surgeon!Reader lost her first patient and Tom comforts her (ANGST)

Harry reveals Tom and Reader’s relationship during an IG live

Tom helps Pregnant!Reader because she can’t fall asleep (dad AU)

Tom takes care of Reader being tired/stressed from work

Reader snaps after feeling left out (ANGSTY)

Doggy and rimming (SMUT)

Harry unfortunately caught Tom and Reader having sex (SMUT)

Pharaoh!Reader being in a secret relationship with Guard!Tom (Ancient Egypt AU) (SMUT)

Tom reassures Pregnant!Reader during the lockdown (dad AU)

Tom got hit in the crotch by his son and tries to act brave (dad AU)

Tom getting turned on when Reader speaks in Italian (SMUT)

HARRISON OSTERFIELD

Florist!Reader gets to meet her other half (soulmate AU)

Harrison gushes about Reader during an interview

Harrison helps Reader to get over her ex

Trying to do the lift from ‘Dirty Dancing’ is not easy but funny

Harrison being cheeky after doing a few challenges (A BIT NSFW)

Harrison snaps badly after feeling left out by Reader (ANGST)

Harrison shows you some of his kinks (SMUT)

ZENDAYA

Zendaya and Reader being besties

PETER PARKER

Peter taking Reader on a swing for the first time

Reader being insecure about being in a relationship (ANGST)

Peter gets to know your tortoise pet

MICHELLE JONES

Girls’ night ahead with MJ