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spideyzgirl · 2 years
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↳ *desire play* ༉‧₊˚✧
summary ↠ tom wants to try something new in the bedroom, but he left you in the dark about one important thing.
pairing ↠ tom holland x reader x harrison osterfield
warnings ↠ smut, threesome, cursing, cuckold, name calling, degradation + praise, dirty talk, oral (m+f), use of blindfold
wc ↠ 1533
(A/N) this better unflop me fr 😤
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tom caressed your hips gently as he slipped his fingers under the sides of your lace panties. your lips moved together, the kiss getting deeper and hungrier. your hands pry at the waistband of his boxers, desperately tugging at the fabric.
he pulls away slowly and grabs at your hands, making you pout. “what’s wrong?” you ask.
“nothing, i promise. just wait here, i wanna try something.” he gently moved you off of him and gave you one more kiss before he headed out of the bedroom. you decided while you waited, you go ahead and strip yourself of your bra and panties.
a few seconds later he returned with a black cloth in his hands, and your excitement at his return turned into curiosity. tom smiled to himself as his eyes roam over your body, taking you in as he neared you. what an angel you were.
“tom, what’s that?”
“it’s a blindfold,” he held it up for you to see. “i wanna put it on you. would you be okay with that?”
“yeah, i’m up for it.” you nodded. you liked trying new things with tom, especially in the bedroom.
“good girl.” tom stands over you and puts the blindfold on you, altering it so it fits right on you. “it’s not too tight, is it?”
“no, ‘s fine.” there was silence after that, you didn’t even hear his footsteps moving around you. a few seconds went by as you waited anxiously. your heart pounded hard with excitement. you didn’t know what he was going to do to you, and that’s what thrilled you.
you flinched slightly when he parted your legs, his hands kneading your inner thighs gently, your skin burned with eagerness. he parted your lips, and you could feel his soft breath tickling your clit. desperation swirled in the pit of your stomach as you waited for him to do something, anything.
finally, he swiped his tongue from your slit to your pulsing clit, collecting your juices on his tongue. a sharp gasp fell from your lips, and you immediately moved to toy with your nipples.
he flicked your clit feverishly as he went to work on you with his tongue, eating your pussy like it was his last day on earth. you arched your back, nearly snapping yourself in half as moans erupted from your throat. your stomach tensed as he dipped his tongue into your hole, fucking you with the thick muscle. his large hands pushed your legs further apart, trying to taste more of you.
you ran a hand down to feel his hair, and when you did, you frowned a little. you don’t remember toms hair being this short. it wasn’t as soft or as curly as it usually was either. you tried to ignore it and focus on what he was giving you, but you just couldn’t shake the strangeness of it all.
“tom?”
“yes darling?” he responded. his voice came from a different direction though, and the tongue on your cunt never stopped going at you.
you ripped the blindfold off, and gasped when you saw harrison lapping away at your pussy. what the hell?
you looked to your left and there was tom, stroking himself with a pleased smile as he watched his best friend tongue-fuck you. it was harrison the entire time, not tom.
“it’s okay baby, relax. let harrison make you feel good.” tom let out breathily.
“god, she tastes fucking amazing.” harrison chuckled and went back to devouring you.
“i told you. my girls got the best pussy ever.”
you didn’t know what to do. you wanted to push him off of you, but you didn’t want it to stop yet, it felt so fucking good. would you be betraying tom if you let this happen? he was letting it happen. besides, you couldn’t say you never thought about taking them both at the same time. you never thought it’d become reality though.
you moaned at their words and let the pleasure take over your body. your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed, letting the mattress take your weight again. tom smiled at your acceptance and rubbed himself faster.
the idea of his best friend giving it to his girlfriend was something that turned tom on plenty. it might’ve been the fact that he knew he could make you cum harder and faster than any other, and it was amusing to watch them try to outdo him. no one could fuck you better than tom.
he thought back to the night that inspired all of this. you woke tom up with your squirming, and you had started moaning harrison’s name in your sleep. he knew he should’ve been pissed, but he for some reason, he was turned on. so he watched you that night, listening to your moans and whines and praises. he even took it upon himself to stroke himself while he watched, and you both came. he didn’t even know it was possible for someone to do that in their sleep.
he hadn’t stopped thinking about that night ever since. neither of you brought it up to the other, so here tom was, surprising you with what you both secretly desired.
“you know baby, after you had that wet dream about haz that one night,” he spoke up. “i just couldn’t get it out of my mind.” your eyes widened at the mention of it. he wasn’t supposed to know about that. you felt guilty for keeping it a secret, and even guiltier that the dream happened at all.
“i- are you mad?” you whined.
“oh no baby, i’m not mad. god knows i should’ve been but fuck, after fantasizing about it, you just look so sexy this way darling.”
you moaned and tried pulling harrison closer to your pussy. shit, he was good. not as good as tom of course, but definitely a close second. harrison chuckled, the vibrations stimulating you even more.
“why don’t you put that mouth to use baby?wanna see those pretty lips around my cock.” tom moved closer to your face, and you eagerly took him in your mouth, moaning as the bittersweet taste of his precum smeared on your tongue.
you bobbed your head, whimpering around him when harrison pushed two fingers inside of you, thrusting and twisting painfully fast. tom threw his head back as his face contorted in pleasure, your whimpers and whines sending tingles up his spine. “good fucking girl.”
toms fingers find your nipples, pinching and pulling at the pebbled flesh. your mind was a blur and your body was on fire. tears pooled in your eyes as you took everything they gave you. it was too much, but at the same time you still wanted more.
“aw, my sweet girl is crying. what, does it feel good? is it too much?” he cooed, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face. you shook your head no, and he chuckled lowly. “not enough?”
you give him a pleading look, and he gasps after finally realizing what you’re silently begging for.“oh. i see what you want. damn, my girls such a slut.” he removes himself from your mouth and walks over to harrison. “slide over haz, one tongue just isn’t enough for my baby.”
harrison makes room for tom, and as soon as toms tongue was added with harrison’s, you were sent to second heaven. you’ve never had two guys taste you at the same time, the feeling was unexplainable.
it was painful as it was pleasurable. harrison was focused on your clit, while tom plunged in and out of your hole. your body went completely numb, and your mouth hung open, but you couldn’t make a sound. your back arched as far as it could go you were sure you’d break. “so fucking good for us.” tom mumbled, slapping your inner thigh. the pain only adding to the pleasing ache in your cunt.
you looked down in between you, and let out a shaky breath. the boys were sloppily lapping at you, not even caring that their tongues would clash every so often.
suddenly, your bubbling in the pit if your stomach before was threatening to erupt, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. you finally released, your high crashing down over you, overwhelming you completely, liquid heat running through your veins. your body trembled as you let out a shrill cry, your pussy gushing all over the boys mouths.
“that’s my girl.” tom smiled and rubbed your thigh soothingly. “did so good for us love.”
they cleaned a bit of your juices off of your thigh, as you laid there completely out of breath, your body still trembling. tom took notice of that and shook his head at you. “oh darling, we haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”
“w-what?” you asked, your mind still foggy from your orgasm. you look to harrison who was taking his belt off while eyeing you like food.
“we’re not done with you yet, love. look at what you’ve done to harrison,” he spoke. there was no denying the tent in his pants was because of you. “you’ve gotta help him feel better now, darling.”
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mrs-hollandstan · 2 years
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Mob!haz forgetting a date coz he was busy beating out some intel from baddies. Once he reaches his places and sees the beautiful ambience, realizations dawns on him. Reader is already asleep waiting. He decides to make it up to her with a surprise week long vacay!
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It hits Harrison as he's wiping his hands on the handkerchief offered to him. The date that you were planning. The one you were so excited about all week. His heart stops and Tom cocks his head,
"S'matter?" He asks. Harrison swallows, 
"I-I missed date night." Tom tsks,
"I'm telling you, Y/N deserves someone like me. I'd be early for date night. Give her head before, for the effort." He teases. Harrison sighs, 
"Fuck…" Tossing the handkerchief in the sink, Haz points to the passed out enemy, 
"Get the fucking location from him. I don't care if you kill him after, just get it from him." He commands, quickly washing his hands of leftover blood and shrugging his jacket on. Tom nods, 
"Make it up to her mate… make it up to her real good." Harrison nods, sliding his phone from his pocket with a sigh, 
"Yeah, I'm already on it." 
It's a short drive home, and Harrison's heart immediately breaks when he sees the effort you've put forth. The candles are blown out, but how far they've burnt down tells him you waited a lot longer than he'd hoped. There's flowers and placemats right next to each other. A quick trip to the kitchen has him in agony. A perfectly made plate is in the fridge, tinfoil over. He sighs again, trudging upstairs. He shrugs his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt most of the way and kicking his shoes off in the door. 
Your form in bed hurts the most. Taking a deep breath, he walks around the bed, sitting beside you. Watching you sleep for a moment, he reaches up and strokes strands of hair from your eyes. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, you stir, stretching out as he sits up the smallest bit to not startle you. You open your eyes and he smiles, 
"I am… way way late, but goddamn you're gorgeous." He coos. Rolling your eyes, you pull yourself to sit up slightly, 
"Did you see your dinner?" You ask. He nods, 
"I did. It looks amazing love and I am so so sorry." He responds. You shake your head, 
"It was poor timing. This case was important to you and it's been in the works for weeks. I should've touched up with you." You defend, pulling his hand into your lap and brushing your fingers over his busted knuckles. His lips press in a line as hair falls in your eyes. He reaches up to tuck it behind your ear again,
"I promised you darling." He defends. You shrug, "but, I've got a surprise for you." He drags his phone from his pocket, clicking through it for a moment before he flashes the tab to you. You stare at it for a moment before your eyes widen, 
"Paris… are you serious?" You ask. He nods, 
"Two weeks, no business, swear on Tom." You launch yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. He holds you close, face nuzzled in your shoulder. You pull back, kissing him softly, 
"You know how much I've been wanting to go. Dinner means nothing in comparison to Paris." You remind. He nods with a smile, 
"I know darling." He holds you close, 
"But don't swear on Tom. If it weren't for him, you'd never be able to take vacation with no work." He smiles, 
"Course… but yeah keeps talking about how he'd be better for you, I might not have a choice." He jokes. Laying your head against his shoulder for a moment, you sigh, 
"You hungry?" He hums, 
"A little." You slide from his lap, taking his hand, 
"Let's see if we can salvage any of your dinner." 
"I deserve it if not." He murmurs. You smile, 
"Probably. But I'll let it slide because Paris." Chuckling, he follows you down stairs with a grip on your hand. 
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jahayla-parker · 2 years
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Two Juggling Divs: A Harrison Osterfield x GF!Reader
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Harrison tilts his head to the left slightly and y/n can’t help but giggle a little as she always does when he tilts his head like that because it reminds her of Haz’s dog Monty.
“Tom said you had a bad day” Harrison pouts, upset his girlfriend went to his best mate about it and not him, but also worried about his love.
Y/n sighs and nods, “it wasn’t bad, just mentally long. Lots of snooty people”.
“I’m sorry love. Why didn’t you tell me?” Harrison asked gently.
“I didn’t want you to stress over it because I’ll be fine” y/n says.
“You’re always fine love. You don’t have to push through it all on your own or hide it from me” Haz pleads.
“Okay, sorry Harrison. Tom only knew because he asked why I was cranky” y/n laughs, making air quotes for Tom’s description of her.
Harrison smiles and shakes his head, “I doubt it. Usually he’s the cranky Div”.
Y/n smiles and nods playfully in agreement.
“Well, how can I help?” Haz asks, analyzing his girlfriend’s face via the video call. “Want to talk about it?”.
After Y/n spends several moments, nearly a half hour, venting to Harrison about the stuck up celebrities she had to deal with today, she wipes her eyes and sighs.
“Oh love, I’m so sorry” Harrison coos, a frown forming on his face and softening his defined facial features upon seeing her cry.
Y/n shrugs and sniffles softly as she tries to compose herself, knowing Harrison feels bad he cannot be here to help.
Not to mention he was trying to be supportive the whole 30 minutes she rambled on about the same thing.
“Hmmm” Harrison says, standing up from the kitchen table he was seated at.
“Let me grab something” he says, rushing off screen.
“I’ve been working on my juggling and for some reason it always gets you to make that precious laugh when you make fun of me” Harrison says, knowing he’s going to make a fool of himself.
Y/N laughs, “I’m not making fun of you. You’re just so bad at it Haz”.
“See, that right there! That’s what I’m going for” Haz smiles, setting his phone up on the table at the correct angle for him to stand.
“You want me to make fun of you?” Y/n teases.
“I’ll deal with straight bullying if it gets you to smile” Haz blushes, grabbing his props.
“I would never do that Haz” she shakes her head.
“I know, just saying. Okay, here we go” Haz smiles, stepping back so the camera can see him.
A smile is already forming on y/n’s face as she leans back in her seat to watch her boyfriend of 2 years intentionally embarrass himself in hopes of cheering her up.
Haz picks up the three balls and just as he begins, the phone knocks over, the front-facing camera now pointed at the ceiling of their dining room back home
Y/N covers her mouth to keep her voice down so Tom can nap -again- as she begins laughing.
Harrison groans and quickly picks up the phone and fixes the camera, a blush tinting the color of his cheeks.
“Take 2” he smirks, stepping back after securing the camera position.
Y/n purses her lips and nods.
“I think I’m getting better” Haz says, so far making it two cycles through with the 3 balls.
However, right as he says that, the balls start flying away from him and all fall to the ground clumsily.
Y/N immediately laughs to the point her stomach starts hurting.
Haz forces a sad pout to form when she finally looks back at the camera. The whole time she wasn’t looking he was smiling to himself, happy she was back to being herself again.
“Harrison” she laughs, shaking her head, “honey, that was horrible”.
“Hey now!” Haz laughs, arguing with her despite knowing how chaotic and unsuccessful his juggling attempt was.
“Just stick to modeling, acting, photography, singing, and literally anything else you want to do baby” biting her lip as she giggles, “just no more juggling”.
“Hey” Harrison crosses his arms over his chest, “I did what I accomplished to do, so I call it a win “.
“And that was what?” She teases, the same way Haz would if the roles had been reversed.
“Tossing the balls around the flat, likely all the way under the couch?” She smirks.
Harrison smiles as a darker blush stains his cheeks, “it wasn’t that bad. Besides they’re all right here”.
“Well, mostly” he laughs, turning his focus off of the two balls on the ground after making a mental note to find the other.
“God I love you, you big Div” y/n laughs, all worries successfully erased by her clumsy boyfriend.
“I love you too beautiful” Harrison smiles, grabbing the phone so he can see her better.
“Now, tell me of your day” she says, a genuinely reciprocated smile on her face.
“If it was bad, will you juggle for me?” He teases, a smirk on his face.
“If you mean toss things in a circle for a few brief seconds sure” y/n laughs, “was it bad?”
“Hmmm… yeah” he pouts.
Y/n is fairly certain he is lying but she isn’t sure and doesn’t want to push him off without knowing.
“Oh, really? Why is that?” She asks, raising her right eyebrow in gesture.
“Cause I missed you” Haz says, his devious smirk peaking through his pout in betrayal of his emotions.
To be fair, he was missing y/n. But that’s true of every day she’s not in their shared flat with him.
Y/n blushes and laughs, “Haaazzz, I don’t even have anything to juggle”.
“There are three cups over there” Haz smirks, pointing to the small coffee tray the hotel set up in her room.
“Fine but you get to explain to Tom why I’m tired when I drop the cups and can’t have caffeine tomorrow” y/n laughs, standing up.
“Darling, I’ll transfer you money for Starbucks. Now stop making excuses, you’re supposed to make me feel better” he teases, crossing his arms over his chest.
Y/n rolls her eyes. “I must love you” she says, separating the three cups.
“You do” Haz laughs, his pink cheeks exposing how wonderful he feels about that, “now it’s my turn to laugh”.
“Mmm, i think you mean you’re ready to be shown how it’s done” y/n smirks back at him.
“You think you can do better than me?” Harrison asks intrigued.
“Haz, don’t take this the wrong way” y/n says, with a tone that tells Harrison she’s about to make a playful joke, “a blind bird could juggle better than you”.
Harrison’s face flushed bright red as he laughs loudly and shakes his head, “let’s see it then”.
“Alright,” y/n begins, stepping back and tossing the cups up, “but don’t get mad at me when I break your record”.
However, fortunately for Harrison that’s not something he has to worry about.
As soon as the cups are in the air, two of the fly in completely polar directions and the third manages to fling backwards enough to hit y/n in the nose.
Harrison loses it and starts laughing and hitting the table next to his phone so hard the camera shakes and y/n is certain the hotel guests next door can hear.
“Oh shut it” she groans, a small smile on her bright red face.
“Y-you” Haz begins, out of breath, “you might be insanely intelligent but my god you’re also a Div”.
Y/n jokingly glares at the phone in front of her, causing Harrison to keep laughing.
“You didn’t even make it one circle” he teases, his hand on his chest to steady himself.
“Hey! I just gave myself a concussion for you, be nice” y/n laughs, rubbing where the cup hit her face and then the top of her head.
“I think that’s a bit dramatic love” Haz laughs, “are you okay though?”.
“Yeah just bruised” y/n sighs playfully.
“Bruised? It was a paper cup” Harrison reminds her, “how hard did you throw it?!”
“I meant my ego Haz” she scoffs.
Harrison shakes his head, erupting into laughter once again.
“Did I at least accomplish what I wanted to do?” Y/n asks, paraphrasing him.
“Mmmm” Harrison nods, “yes, you definitely made my day better you klutz. But I do still really miss you”.
“I miss you too baby” she says, lowering her had from her head.
“When you’re back I’ll have to teach you how to juggle better” Harrison smirks.
“Ha-ha” y/n says sarcastically, “You know what they say, ‘those who can’t, teach’”.
Harrison smirks, “hmm, you’re right. I guess that means you’ll have to teach”.
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megalony · 2 years
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Love goes three ways- Part 3
tomI took a break from this series when it didn’t seem like anyone was interested but I had loads ready and it feels so good to write for this series again. I hope you all enjoy it, feedback would be amazing.
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Summary: Harrison feels like a third wheel, in love with (Y/n) when she’s in a relationship with Tom. But relationships between them all become strained and put to the test when the boys help (Y/n) recover from a stroke.
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Where was he?
Sadness bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest that was already flooded with every emotion she could and would ever feel. She was overwhelmed with emotions but sadness and anger were the ones she could feel the most. She had messaged Harrison three days ago, two days ago, yesterday and today and no matter what she said or how many times she texted him, she didn't gain any response.
Why was he ignoring her? Had she upset him by not telling him to stay that first day in the hospital when he had hurriedly left? Was he upset that she didn't try to stop him when he had been so close to kissing her? Did he think that she should have had sense when he didn't and told him that what they were about to do was wrong?
Maybe he was repulsed by her now.
But then again, if the way she looked and how deteriorated she was really repulsed him, why would he try and kiss her?
She was sad to see, he had been crying when he had been here with her, she had called out his name again and again until someone finally realised what she was saying and brought him to her. Then he cried, he was broken to see her in such a state and he clearly couldn't bring himself to see her when she was crumpled down like this. That's why he is ignoring her.
Jealousy.
That little green-eyed monster was creeping up the back of (Y/n)'s neck and dwelling in the pit of her stomach. She was jealous that he was somewhere else with someone else and not with her. Why was (Y/n) even bothered by the fact that Harrison wasn't here?
Tom was here, he had been here with her since he came back that day last week. He had stayed with her, gone home to get washed and changed and then come straight back to her. His parents and brothers had been here, they had kindly brought her grandma down to see her everyday and made sure she was never alone.
But today she was going home. She was going home and for some strange, uncertain reason, (Y/n) was yearning for Harrison to be here with her for her to go home.
"Are you ready to go?"
Casting her eyes up, (Y/n) looked at Tom who stood leaning in the doorway of her room, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his lips curved into a gentle, loving smile.
"Yeah," (Y/n) outwardly cringed at how horrid her words sounded, she was drunk in a bar trying and failing to ask for another drink.
It felt horrid that her mouth wasn't under her control, she could feel it slanting down at the side but she couldn't pull the muscles back up. It was almost funny, (Y/n) had never had to think about keeping her mouth in a straight line and she didn't even realise her muscles were always working so her lips didn't slope down to one side like this. Now she couldn't even force her lips back into their usual shape.
Her words sounded slurred, broken, quiet and mixed with spit and she hated it. She wasn't a toddler, (Y/n) knew how to speak and pronounce words but she was now being told that she was going to need to come back to the hospital twice a week for speech therapy and then again another two times for physical therapy. On Tuesdays she would go to speech therapy then straight to physical therapy, then the same on a Friday so she wasn't coming back to the hospital almost every day of the week.
"Okay honey, here are your meds to take home, some workout sheets you can do at home and some little weights and bits you can take with you."
The nurse (Y/n) had come to know as Hilda walked past Tom, patting his shoulder before she placed the plastic bag of meds into (Y/n)'s duffel bag and put a carrier bag down next to it for her to take with her.
The staff had been amazing with (Y/n), they had dealt with all her moods, with her lashing out when they only tried to help her to the toilet or for a wash. She hit the medication pot out of Hilda's hand at one point and she simply smiled and sat talking to her until she calmed down. They had done their very best for her and (Y/n) would be forever grateful, but she couldn't bring herself to talk to any of them while she had been here for a week. She shook her head, waved her good hand at them or moaned at them.
"Let's get you up and off on your way." Hilda moved her arms out towards (Y/n) in an attempt to try and get her up off the edge of the bed but she pulled her arms back when (Y/n) roughly shook her head and pulled her right shoulder away from her.
"I can d-do it."
Taking a deep breath, (Y/n) leaned her weight onto her right hand that was pressed down into the mattress and slowly shuffled her bum off the edge, her weight shifting to her feet. It felt strange to stand up and have her left leg be completely numb and trembling beneath her. One half of her body was hers and the other half had been replaced with that of a baby that couldn't stand, hold their weight, sit up or babble yet.
A sense of pride and achievement bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest at the fact that she was stood up on her own two feet without a nurse or Tom there holding her up making her feel like a fake.
Her body slowly turned to the left where the crutches were leaning against the wall for her to take home with her. But she couldn't move properly without them, she couldn't hop because her left side lagged behind and made her fall, it was like hauling another person around that was limp and lifeless.
A gasp flew from (Y/n)'s lips when she tried shuffling her right side towards the crutches but unbalanced her other side in the process. She shuffled, flew then slumped down to the floor, landing on the left side of her body that didn't even feel any pain.
(Y/n) couldn't push herself up when her good side wasn't properly on the floor. She pressed her forehead against the floor to try and push some of her weight up just as she felt Tom's hands on her sides and his body kneeling next to her.
"Baby- baby please just let me help you up." Tom could feel the tears falling from his burning eyes when (Y/n) tried wriggling out of his grip. He knew she wanted to do this on her own and he was so, so proud of her for that but there were just things she couldn't do alone yet. She couldn't expect to be able to do everything as before and help herself without any assistance. (Y/n) needed to learn to accept help where it was necessary like this.
The scream that passed through (Y/n)'s lips made Tom coil in on himself and shrink against her but he couldn't let go of her.
Despite her screams and pleas, Tom secured his arms around (Y/n)'s waist, holding her back to his chest before he pulled them both up to their feet. His lips pressed to the back of her head against her hair, silent, hushing words passing through his lips while Hilda got the crutches and handed them to (Y/n).
Her hand pushed them away before she tried to turn in Tom's arms, not even being able to do that anymore made her scream harder. Her voice drowned out in Tom's chest but she kept screaming anyway because he was listening. Someone was listening to her pleas for help, for her life to be given back to her the way it should be.
"Shh baby, I've got you."
She could feel him kissing her forehead, gently swaying them side to side and the little nothings he was whispering in her ear made her eyes water. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Tom's arms were doing much more than simply stopping her from falling again and he knew it, he was holding all of her broken pieces together, praying they didn't fall apart.
This wasn't going to be easy.
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All (Y/n) wanted to do was go to bed and sleep for eternity until she could wake up and have her body back to normal, back under her own control.
Why were they here?
Pent up anger, frustration and white rage boiled to the surface of (Y/n)'s skin until she was starting to have a cold sweat and steam was coming from her ears. What were they doing here in her home? Why was Tom's mum fluttering round the kitchen making drinks? Why was his dad laughing and chatting away to Paddy while the twins were laughing at something on their phones?
This wasn't a welcome home party. (Y/n) hadn't been away on holiday or somewhere for college or been away at uni. She hadn't just had a baby that they were welcoming home. It wasn't her birthday. She hadn't just moved into the apartment with Tom. It wasn't an anniversary for them or anyone else so there was no reason for everyone to be crowding round here chatting and laughing like nothing was wrong in the world.
They shouldn't be here in her home like they were partying when really they were here to see how she was and watch her settle in like spectators paying to see a show.
"Oh sweetheart you're back. How are you?"
(Y/n) couldn't bring herself to look at Nicki who was always so loving and like the mother she never had. She couldn't give her an answer because Nicki wouldn't be able to understand what she was saying and a smile wasn't even something she could do anymore.
She opted to simply hobble into the apartment instead, putting the crutches in front of her, hopping on her right foot and then dragging her left foot and leg behind her like a dead weight. The little tricks and exercises they showed her to try and get her leg back in action was too much hassle right now when she wanted to be quick and hurry away from everyone.
For a few moments, all eyes were watching her, seeing her reactions, watching her expressions and trying to work out where she was going and what she was trying to do. But then the conversations slowly started back up again when Tom shook his head at his family. They were to act like nothing had happened, this was a normal family gathering that (Y/n) wasn't at the centre of, to make her feel more relaxed in her own home.
With a grunt and a frustrated growl, (Y/n) hazardly threw the crutches away from her, watching them crash into the coffee table and rattle the coasters and two mugs resting there but she didn't care. The noise made everyone freeze and it was like irony that she didn't want their attention but liked their panicked expressions when they watched her act like a spoilt child.
She flopped down onto the sofa, not caring that it wasn't a particularly comfy position. Her hips twisted and bent with her lower legs hanging over the side of the sofa but her upper half laid out on the sofa like someone had moved her in her sleep.
"Here," Harry whispered quietly, placing a cup of herbal tea down on the coffee table before handing (Y/n) the tv remote, knowing she wanted to be in her own world right now.
She stayed silent but her eyes seemed to thaw a little which gave Harry the thanks she couldn't verbalise.
(Y/n) felt herself drifting in her own world, their voices faded into nothing, their hustling around her were ignored and even when her name was quietly mentioned, (Y/n) didn't have the will to care or try and listen to them. She stared blankly at the tv, watching an old Mickey Mouse movie on the kids channel so she could drift into her mind. She was already accepting the fact that from now on, she would be stuck in her mind which would be her sanctuary and her insanity.
A wave of affection and sadness rushed through (Y/n) when Tom came over to her, resting his hand on her hip before he leaned and placed a straw in her cup of tea. Harry hadn't realised that if she tried to drink out the cup, it would dribble and spill down her shirt. A straw was her lifeline for drinks at the moment.
(Y/n) found herself almost asleep on the sofa until a hand gently swatted at the back of her thigh before the fingers started to dance up her leg, over her hip and along her arm. Then she felt the sofa thud when a body flopped down next to her head and sank into the deep, plush cushions.
"Hey there sunshine."
A gurgling gasp left (Y/n)'s lips at that soft voice she had only heard in her dreams for a week now.
She couldn't properly tilt her head up but when she managed it, her eyes locked on Harrison. His big blue doe eyes staring down at her, his lips curved into the most gentle, melting smile she had seen on him in weeks that made her want to smile too. His eyes were hiding purple circles beneath them that were tinged red which also coloured the whites of his eyes too.
He looked tired beyond belief, his eyes older than their years and the creases in his skin showed he was out of energy but he was still smiling at her.
"You're here... I... I thought y-you didn't want to see me." Her words were very slow, calculated and sounded like they were spoken through a tunnel with the wrong echoes coming back to her. She could see him straining to understand what she was telling him but he worked out each word she said.
"I felt bad, I was wrong to... I was wrong and I couldn't do anything to help you. You needed to recover so it was best to let Tom help but I won't ignore your messages anymore."
Harrison's eyes flitted around the room, checking who was listening or close by before he changed his words. He had been wrong to try and kiss (Y/n) and he was hoping she thought it was just in the spur of the moment after thinking the worst for her life. He couldn't have her knowing how much he loved her, she had to focus on recovering and getting better and she had Tom and his family for that, Harrison couldn't give her any extra stress right now.
"You wanna sit up?"
(Y/n) nodded before she pushed her forehead into the sofa and pressed her right hand down to try and shuffle herself up. Her chest tightened and a squeak got swallowed down when she felt Harrison's shoulder suddenly press just under her collar bone. He leaned close to her before gently nudging her with a cheesy grin like he was a dog helping her up with his nose.
His shoulder was a resting post helping to push her without him actually grabbing at her and doing it for her, allowing (Y/n) to push herself up and flop back into the sofa sitting upright.
"Baby, mum's making some lasagne, you want some?" Tom smiled over at Harrison, patting his shoulder before he sat down on (Y/n)'s other side. He could feel his smile start to slip away when (Y/n)'s face seemed to fall and she shook her head. "You need to eat, you haven't had a lot recently."
Lasagne was something (Y/n) loved and it was also something soft and very easier for her to eat. She had to have soft foods at the moment until she built back the strength and control in her jaw and facial muscles to eat properly.
(Y/n) didn't want to eat.
She didn't want people cutting up her food for her, observing her as she ate and watching if she could manage. She could eat fine with her right hand but she had to have small mouthfuls because her mouth was still drooped to the side and it meant if she had a full mouth the food would pass through her lips. She felt like a child with people wanting to spoon-feed her and watch her so she didn't choke. Even when having a drink she seemed to spill it either from the cup or from her lips and get it everywhere.
"Come on sunshine, Nicki's food is legendary." Harrison rested his elbow on the back of the sofa and his head on his hand, smiling gently over at (Y/n) but their persuasions didn't seem like they were going to work.
"This isn't me, I'm not li..living like this."
A sadness washed over Tom, his eyes locking with Harrison whose smile faded and was replaced with sorrow.
He leaned over and kissed (Y/n)'s cheek before taking her hand in his to try and give them both a sense of comfort.
(Y/n) couldn't live like this, she wouldn't allow herself to continue like this. Her mind was already made up and she didn't care what anyone said or tried to do to persuade her otherwise. She was going to go to physio and speech therapy, she was going to do her best and work as much as she could to get herself back to how she was before the stroke. But if it took too long or it wasn't working, (Y/n) wasn't going to live like this.
Dying would be better than this warped existence.
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dak-attack · 2 years
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Master list
Phone Formats
Eddie Munson
Snapchat imagines
Kit Connor
Tom Holland
Dream Futures
Tom Holland
Harrison Osterfield
Harry Holland
Sam Holland
Paddy Holland
Poems
Dirt and Sand
She Thinks
Other Writes
The Highway
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heytherejulia · 7 months
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Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield
pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader
warning: swearing, crying, anxiety
summary: you had a really bad day and your boyfriend is there for you
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It simply wasn’t your day. Your alarm clock didn't ring on time, so you overslept. You forgot to dry your hair before you went to bed and it was sticking out in every possible direction, so you had to straighten it and you burned yourself. You were late for work, your computer broke, just when you needed to print some important documents for the meeting that was in the next ten minutes. When you were going home you got stuck in traffic and it took you almost an hour to get to your flat. You didn't have time to eat lunch or drink your tea, so you had a completely empty stomach all day, forgot to do the groceries, and finally, while going up the stairs to the fourth floor (the lift turned out to be broken), you fell, bruised your knees and hands and broke the heel of your favorites shoes. 
When you finally got home your already bad mood got even worse. The mess you'd left in the morning was bigger than you had remembered, and there was complete silence inside, which meant Harrison, your boyfriend of four years, wasn’t home yet. 
Usually you kept things in check. You were the one in charge in your relationship, you were always the one who had everything under control. Especially your emotions. Sure, you loved to share your emotions with your loved ones and cry during movies, but when it came to dealing with adulthood, you had the power. 
Usually, but today wasn’t that day. Today you were tired, and everything that could possibly go wrong went exactly like that. Normally you would just ignore it and get on with the things you had to do, but today wasn't normal. Today you were too nervous and frustrated and so damn tired you couldn't keep it cool. Tears began to gather in your eyes as you removed your worn shoes and coat. When you entered the bedroom and threw yourself on the bed, you felt a little better. The smell of your favorite fabric softener, blend of both of your perfumes, and what you could only describe as Harrison's scent soothed your nerves a little. 
When Haz came home some time later, he faced a complete silence and a mess he had made before he left. He was surprised that you hadn't cleaned it up when you got home from work. Not because he thought it was your duty as a woman to do the housework, but because he knew your pedantic nature and knew you would clean it up in a second if you were home or you just wouldn't be able to go on with your day if the flat was untidy. Yet Harrison was glad that this time he could do some of the chores and took that responsibility from you. 
About ten minutes later, your flat looked like your flat again, and the groceries were put in the right cupboards and then he finally headed to the bedroom to put his phone to the charger. He saw you lying under the pile blanket and heard your soft sobs. He immediately sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking your shoulder. 
‘Hi, love.’ When you did not react to his words he put his hand on the small of your back. ‘Come here.’
There was silence for a moment, broken only by your sniffling. Harrison didn't want to overwhelm you, so he waited for any reaction from you, the slightest gesture that would give him permission to approach you. After a minute, however, you came out from under the blanket and climbed onto his lap. Haz wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 
‘Do you want to tell me what happened?’ In response, you just hid your face in the crook of his neck, and you just sat there for a while. Harrison was worried sick about what might have happened to affect your mood so much, as you slowly calmed down in his warmth, still crying silently. ‘Shhh, you're safe, I won't leave you. Come on, darling.’  
Harrison stared at your tiny body resting on his lap and noticed goose bumps on your skin. He took the blanket that was abandoned on the bed long ago, but you pushed his hand away. He looked at you in surprise. 
‘I don't want a blanket.’ You croaked. ‘May I have your hoodie?’  
Harrison tossed his head back, laughing, but either way taking off the mint hoodie he was wearing. You smiled gracefully as you settled more comfortably on his lap. The truth was, Harrison's clothes were kinda therapeutic for you. You weren't sure if it was because they were more comfortable than yours, or because they always smelled like his perfume, but they were just so soothing for you.
‘Have you eaten today?’ You shook your head as no. ‘So? Chicken with rice? From Sam's recipe?’
‘Yes, please.’ Haz laughed, getting up from the bed and walking towards the kitchen with you still in his arms. You wanted to help in preparing dinner, but he told you to sit at the kitchen island and handed you a mug of warm tea with milk. ‘Thank you darling. For everything.’ 
Harrison smiled warmly and kissed your forehead. When dinner was cooking your mood started to improve and you weren’t as devastated as you were when you came home. Now that you both were in a much better mood, you were dancing and singing to some random Spotify playlist. 
After dinner, you both decided to get some rest, even if only for a moment. It had been a tough day for you, and now that your stomach was full and all the tension left your body, all you could think of was a nap in your boyfriend's loving arms. Haz lay down on the bed after taking off his t-shirt and changing his jeans to causal gray sweats. He wasn't sleepy, but he wanted to give you a sense of comfort, so he covered you with a blanket and lay down on his back, going on his Instagram. 
‘Haz?’
‘Hm?’ You looked at him and stretched out your arms towards him. He laughed, pulling you against his chest. ‘Get some sleep, love.’ 
Moments after that, you were sleeping peacefully in his arms. Harrison lay still to not wake you up as you were the lighter sleeper in the world and he only looked at you with a lovesick smile. No one was aware of how much he fucking loved you. He always knew that, but today’s events, your daily routine, you both getting up, getting ready for work together, having breakfast tea together, knowing that you felt safe in his arms, that he simply was happy with you, made him realize that he wanted to marry you, that he wanted you to be his happily ever after. 
‘What are you thinking about?’ Harrison jumped slightly at the sound of your voice.
‘Marry me.’
‘What?’ 
‘I may not have another chance and the courage to say that. Y/N, you are the most important person in my whole life, you make me happier every day. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. Inside and out. I want to have you by my side forever, I want to start a family with you, have children with you, grow old with yoy. Therefore, marry me.’
You laughed at the mixture of joy, surprise and affection.
‘You shouldn't be laughing! God, I'm so embarrassed right now. I made a fool of myself, didn't I?’ You looked into Harrison's eyes, which had shed with tears. 
‘No, Haz, no. Of course you didn't make a fool of yourself. I want to be your wife, I want to have children with you, I want to spend my whole life by your side.’ Harrison put his hands on your cheeks, drawing you to his lips. The kiss didn’t last long but showed all the love and joy you both felt. The kiss was sweet of the coconut balm on your lips, but also salty with your tears. 
‘I love you, Y/N. Most in the world. I know this isn’t the proposal you deserve, I don't even have a ring, but I love you and I want you to know that.’ 
‘I don't need a ring or any romantic gestures. You're all I need. Only you.’ 
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tomholland1996simp · 1 year
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Tom Holland sister blurb where she has a crush on Harrison and doesn’t like it when the boys are rude to him as a joke
Harrison || Holland sister
Y/n was sitting in her room playing with her dolls, she had been playing for over an hour now. She picked out cute outfits for each doll, trying to find the best one for her most favourite one. She was very occupied, focusing on nothing but her toys. Well that was until she heard voices from downstairs. Normally she would ignore them and continue to play, however she heard a certain voice that made her sprint down the stairs.
Y/n’s little feet ran down the stairs, carful not to fall over whilst doing so. She knew that voice very well, it being from a person she grew very close with that no one had expected. “Hwrrison!” She shouted, the male being in her full view now as he took his coat off, hanging it up.
Harrison eyes moved over to the young holland that adored him the most. He bent down his arms opening wide. “Y/nnn!” He said in the exact same excited tone that she used.
Once she crashed into his arms he picked her up, spinning her around making the five year old giggle. Y/n cuddled into him, wrapping her tiny legs around his body. “I missed you” She said like she usually would. Y/n would always miss Harrison, she would ask about him all the time to Tom or the other brothers.
“I missed you to my favourite Holland” he placed her down on the floor so he could greet the others, but she wouldn’t let go.
“Oi I heard that!” Harry said walking into the room with Tom who followed behind him. “Y/n let go of him so I can say hi at least” Tom chuckles as his little sister let go of his best friend, him greeting with a bro hug. Tom always wondered when her obsession with Harrison had happened, he even wondered why. Ever since y/n could talk or walk she always went to Harrison loving him more than her actual brothers.
“Hwrrison, I went on my bike ywsterday!” Y/n happily said, jumping up and down.
“Did you?!” Harrison said excited.
“Yes and Tommy helped me to pedal, he taught me what to do” You smiled at Tom. “Wow, that’s so cool. You need to show me one day” Harrison said walking into the kitchen following Tom who pulled out two beers and a juice for y/n.
They both moved into the living room, starting a conversation up as y/n quickly ran up the stairs, coming back down with her favourite blanket. She saw Harrison sitting directly across from Tom, so she climbed up onto the same sofa as him and snuggled into him with her blanket.
“Don’t you wanna cuddle with me?” Tom asked, jealousy bubbling up inside him.
“No, I want Hwrrison” She adverted her eyes to the tv, watching the program that was left on from earlier.
Y/n and the boys stayed in their potions, Harrison’s arm around the girl letting her snuggle into him. This wasn’t new to Harrison, no, he actually fount it quite cute the way his best friends sister would act around him. The way she would always call him off Toms phone or the way she would kiss his cheek when she said goodbye or even when she would help him play fight with the boys.
“Harrison shut up you div” Sam laughed, slapping the boy on the arm. It was later on and the boys were still drinking, just talking about random things with light music in the background.
“Hey! Dwnt hit him!” Y/n snapped suddenly, feeling the need to protect him. She rubbed his arm, which didn’t hurt at all, glaring at Sam who looked at her with certain eyes. “You okay?” The five year old turned her gaze to Haz.
All the boys were too confused to speak. Y/n had always hated it when the boys would joke around with Harrison, being mean to him even though he didn’t mind it as he did it back. Harrison just nodded his head, “I’m fine don’t worry” He smiled at the girl who nodded her head.
“Someone protective” Tom chuckles as Y/n kisses where Sam hit Haz’s arm.
“More like someone has a crush” Harry joined in, laughing at his little sister. He knew it was more than just being obsessed with him, she had to have a crush on him no?
“Watch this, Harrison your so ugly!” Harry joked watching the girls face twitch. “Harrison actually stinks, ewww” Tom laughed and Harrison hid his laugh as the girl sprung up.
“No he not! Your so rude, mummy said you should never say that to anywne! Haz is not ugly, he pretty. And smwll nicely” The girl smelt Harrison, earning a small chuckle from him. Y/n stood up walking over to Harry and Tom. “Your ugly and you stink, not him” She said angrily.
Harrison smirked, “Yeah your ugly and stink” He stuck his tongue out copying the little girls actions. Y/n walked back over to Harrison sitting in his lap to hug him, she kissed his cheek twice before looking at him. “Your pretty Hwrrison” She honestly said.
Harrison kissed her cheek, “Aww, your pretty too y/n” This made the little girl blush, getting off Harrison and giggling, hiding her face in her blanket.
“Y/n has a crush on Harrison!” Sam cheered.
Y/n hid her face in her blanket more embarrassed. She never thought of Harrison like a brother she always liked him, she wouldn’t let anyone be rude to him. “Shut up” The young holland said still hiding her face.
“It’s okay y/n. Sam is just stinks like feet” Harrison laughed and so did she.
“Well Harrison doesn’t shower” Sam called taking a swing of his beer, regretting after as his younger sister got off the sofa mad.
“YES HE DOES!” Y/n shouts bolting to her brother to attack him.
I literally hate this, it’s rushed sorry.
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pbnjparker · 2 years
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Can you do Harrison where his Instagram is like him simping over the reader?
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hiii my lovely anon <3 tysm for requesting this and i hope u enjoy!!!
pairing: harrison osterfield x female!reader (hailee steinfeld face claim)
request a fic + blurb here!
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hazosterfield pls tune in to watch yourinstagram kick some ass on hawkeye! im so proud of you love!
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yourinstagram omg not the bear picture 😭 literally stop
hazosterfield you look super adorable i had too 😚
yourinstagram literally gonna cry :,) love u haz
hazosterfield I LOVE YOU MOREEE
tomholland2013 my bestfriend is now apart of the MCU!! congrats y/n!!!!!
yourinstagram TOMMYYYYY TYSM can’t wait for kate to meet peter
user477 LITERALLY what an iconic duo
yourinstagram we are such an iconic duo dont ya think? tomholland2013 user477
hawkeyeofficial welcome yourinstagram to the family 🏹
yourinstagram 💜🏹
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hazosterfield not enough words can describe how proud i am of yourinstagram, you’ve accomplished so much and im so glad i get to be by your side to see you grow! you’re beautiful and i cant believe you’re mine 💜 love you forever bub
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user36 omg bye when will it be my turn!!??
hazosterupdates i just know haz and y/n are crying together
user6 WHOS CUTTING THE ONIONS STOP
zendaya very well said harrison, proud to see our girl grow! love you yourinstagram
tomholland2013 dude you’re like full on in love 😗
zendaya and what’s the problem with being in love THOMAS
yourinstagram im so glad you’re in my life and so glad we get to grow with each other. thank you for always being there for me and helping me better myself. im so glad to have someone like you in my life 💜 love you forever haz
hazosterfield love you forever 💝
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hazosterfield WHY DOES SHE LOOK SO GOOD IN OLD PEOPLE CLOTHING??!! also looking mighty cute 🤠
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yourinstagram HAHAHAHA omg the corset does not suit me ✋🏽 still loving it though
yourinstagram this is my felt cute, might delete later moment :p
hazosterfield i think you look very cute :D
yourinstagram i feel like you’re obligated to say that ✋🏽
hazosterfield literally stop rn
zendaya MY QUEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN still rockin outfits from any era
yourinstagram omg love you z <3
tomholland2013 👸🏽
harryholland64 everyone after this pic was taken y/n proceeded to cry because she saw a grasshopper
yourinstagram OOOOO HARRY i know you did not just say that ✋🏼 its on sight next time i see you 👊🏼
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vendettaparker · 3 years
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More Jelly, Please! [T.H] 18+
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Summary: A press tour with Harrison to promote your new movie leads to fans and interviewers alike to question your relationship with him, much to Tom’s distaste.
Word Count: 7.1k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ (will be marked with ** so you can skip, extended warnings under the cut), swearing, angst, tom being kind of an ass
a/n: here is part 2 to Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly! this one is much angstier, but does have a very happy ending! tom is low-key the biggest jerk in this, but i think his viewpoint is at least understandable? hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! i read them all!
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extended smut warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), spanking, praising, and slight degradation, hand job
“What a wonderful evening here tonight!” James Cordon smiled as he began his show, “We have the utmost special treat for tonight’s show, up and coming actor and actress Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”
The crowd cheered as the band began playing entrance music; you and Harrison’s cue to go out on stage. With your hands clasped and smiles on your faces, you strutted out in your matching blue outfits. A navy blue suit and tie for Harrison, gifted to him by Louis Vuitton, and a custom baby blue wrap top and navy blue suede pants for you, courtesy of Gucci.
“Well look at you two!” James came over for hugs and handshakes, “all matching, that’s adorable, isn’t it guys?” he asked the audience, who cheered louder.
You and Harrison laughed as you each gave James a hug before sitting down on the comfy leather sofa next to him.
“Thank you so much for being here, guys,” James smiled, getting comfy.
“Thank you so much for having us,” Harrison beamed, “this is honestly a dream come true for both of us, I think.”
“Definitely,” you nodded, “I’ve wanted to sit on this couch since I was sixteen years old.”
“Well I hope it lives up to your expectations,” James chuckled. “So, your movie has been out for nearly two weeks now and is already breaking box office records. Many critics have been saying it’s because of your chemistry on the big screen, what do you guys think?”
“Well,” You smiled, thinking about it for a moment, “it is true, Harrison and I do have great chemistry. I mean, we were friends before the movie, so by the time we went into film we had this automatic connection with each other. That made it so much easier since we could work with each other in a way that usually takes time to build up.”
“I completely agree,” Harrison nodded, “I mean, (Y/N) is an amazing actress and has so so much talent. There’s no doubt in my mind that she would’ve been able to pull through, but our shared history definitely made it a lot smoother and, honestly, probably a lot more fun.”
“And, just to get the hard questions out of the way,” James smirked, “what were the intimate scenes like? I think I can say with confidence that we all enjoyed them,” he joked, causing the audience to chuckle.
“You owe me ten pounds,” You turned to Harrison, “told you they were gonna ask that.”
Harrison rolled his eyes, but still proceeded to pull the money out of his trousers and hand it to you.
“Anyways,” you smiled, pocketing the cash, “that’s a great question, James. I’m not sure about Harrison, but for me, it was a fun challenge.” You nodded, “I’ve never done anything like that before and it was definitely out of my comfort zone, but in the end, I think it brought an already great friendship closer.”
“I agree,” Harrison nodded as well, “it definitely pushed us past what we are used to, and in the end, we were better for it.”
“So,” James raised his eyebrows suggestively, “‘it brought an already great friendship closer’, how close are we talking?” He joked, causing raucous laughter to sound from the audience.
“Close enough that I know the size of it and I can personally say ‘good luck’ to any future girlfriends,” you poke Harrison, causing him to groan but laugh along with you and James.
“Ouch,” James winced, “oof, tough break, Harrison.”
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“Hey, Tommy,” You smiled into the phone once the interview was over and you were now on your way back to your hotel with Harrison. “I miss you.” you cooed.
“Aw,” Tom gushed, “I miss you too, darling. I’ll be coming to meet up with you when you get to New York. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Same here,” You smiled, “are you gonna watch the interview?”
“When does it air?”
“Tomorrow at 9 p.m., west coast time.”
“Of course I’ll watch it, baby,” Tom smiled, “wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“I’m literally getting cavities from how disgustingly sweet you two are,” Harrison grimaced from beside you.
“Oh, bug off, mate.” Tom huffed, “I gotta go now anyways, I love you my little Pookie bear.” Tom puckered his lips to blow you a kiss.
“Okay, Harrison might be right on that one babe,” you joked, “that was a little much.”
“Yeah, I heard it right after I said it,” Tom sighed, “I’ll talk to you later, love, bye!”
“Bye!” You waved, “Mwah!”
You ended the call and tucked your phone in the pocket of your pants. “You guys make me sick,” Harrison gagged.
“You make me sick all on your own, Haz.” You retorted, sticking your tongue out at him.
“Ten pounds says Toms gonna freak out and go through another jealous fit when he sees the interview,” Harrison said, holding out a hand to shake.
You shook your head, “I don’t wanna bet that.”
“Why?” Harrison smirked, “‘Cus he’s your boyfriend?”
“No,” You frowned, “‘Cus you’re 100% right and then I’ll lose the 10 pounds I just gained.”
Harrison rolled his eyes, “You’re no fun, (Y/N).”
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“Harrison! Harrison!” The flash of the cameras and shouts of the paparazzi bombarded you and Harrison when you got out of the car at the Nobu. “Look here!”
You and Harrison gave smiles and waves at the small crowd that began to gather. A few fans wanted pictures and autographs, which you happily agreed to, “(Y/N)!” One of the paparazzi yelled, flashing his camera in your face, “Are you and Harrison dating?” He asked, pushing past many genuine fans, that you were taking quick pictures with.
“Woah,” You held a hand out, trying to avoid him and the other photographers.
“(Y/N)!” He yelled jostling into you, “Can we get a clear answer on your love life?” You began to stumble through the crowd, too many people began to grab onto you and take more pictures.
“Back off, dude!” Harrison wrapped an arm around you and held you upright, pushing past the paparazzi.
Your assigned security finally stepped in, encircling you and Harrison as you made your way into Nobu, finally away from the shouting and bright flashes of light.
“Shit,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead, “that’s going to be all over the tabloids tomorrow.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Harrison dismissed, leading you to the front to get your table, “I think we looked super hot. You could never take a bad pic, (Y/N), trust me, I’ve tried to sabotage you many times” He joked, nudging you playfully with his elbow.
“Haha,” you said sarcastically, “but I’m more worried about how Tom will feel.”
“Just give him a call tomorrow,” Harrison shrugged, “It’ll all work out.”
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Tom was in London, finishing his photoshoot for British Vogue when the photos of you and Harrison’s “Romantic Night in the City” were released. The tabloid, partnered with People Maganize, dropped the newest addition with exclusive photos, but the main People twitter page had all the photos, for free.
Tom was livid when he saw a ship name between you and Harrison trending on Twitter. Fans were constantly reposting your photos alongside stills and scenes from your movie. The worst part was when fans commented “my dreams have come true!”. No, they haven’t, Tom thought, right?
It slipped your mind to call Tom the next day when the photos were circling the internet. The only reminder being the constant tagging in edits and tweets, but you got those all the time, so that morning was no different. Until Tom finally found a chance to give you a call.
“Hey,” You answered, cheerfully, “what’s up?”
“What’s up?” Tom was nearly seething on the other line, “What’s up is that I just found out that my girlfriend and my best friend had a “romantic night in the city”, that’s what’s up!”
“Shit,” you sighed, “babe, I’m sorry about that. It was nothing, honestly, we just went to Nobu for dinner.”
“(Y/N),” Tom inhaled a sharp breath, “Nobu is notoriously a couple’s restaurant for dates, and why was Harrison holding on so tight to you? Why would he need to grip onto you like that? He practically clings onto your side in these photos!”
You put Tom on speaker and pulled up the photos yourself to assess the damage. He was right, if you didn’t know any better you’d think the two in the photos were a couple going on a date. The way Harrison put a protective arm around your torso and the way he shielded you from the aggressive paparazzi did look more intimate than intended.
“Tom,” You turned your phone off, continuing to pack your bags for New York like you were doing before he called, “the paparazzi were crazy last night. Honestly, one of them probably would’ve ripped my hair out for a good shot. Harrison was just trying to watch out for me.”
“Okay,” Tom sighed, “I just—it’s really hard, seeing how the media will twist things. A-And what if we go public? Will everyone be disappointed? What if you lose a bunch of fans or if they don’t like us together—”
“I don’t give a flying fuck if the fans like us together,” you interjected, “I like us together, that’s what matters to me.”
“You're right,” Tom conceded, “I’m just being insecure, sorry love.”
“It’s alright, Tommy,” you cooed, “I promise, as soon as this press junket is over, it’s me and you for the long run, okay?”
“Okay, darling,” Tom smiled, getting the affirmation he needed. “I’ll see you soon, my flight’s tomorrow.”
“Okay, bye, love you!”
“Love you too,” Tom puckered up to the phone, “Mwah!”
He hung up with a smile on his face, feelings much less stressed than before. You were right, it wasn’t all about the media, love goes deeper than what social media can portray, and it’s impossible to get the full story on something from a little screen. He just needed to be patient and trust you, like you did with him.
“You’re whipped,” Harry clicked his tongue behind Tom, “whipped like a puppy on a new leash.”
“Oh, shut up.”
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The next stop was finally New York. Tom was supposed to meet you here, he had no future plans at the moment so his main plan was to help you and Harrison finish up your press junket.
As Tom’s best friend, Harrison was constantly on the move with him, providing tons of emotional and moral support. Without him, it’s unlikely Tom would’ve gone as far as he did. Harrison was constantly pushing him to do more, advertising his movies, and pushing his own followers to support Tom in all walks of life. He even took time to help stand up for Tom when the fans got too crazy. Or when he needed a shoulder to lean on, Harrison was there.
You were also there on his most recent ventures. You held Tom through the night when the emotional stress of acting became too much, and for the times he needed to reach a dark place, you were there to fish him back out into the light. You could also help him manage his stress in a much more efficient way than Harrison.
In return, Tom felt like he needed to be there for his two biggest supporters. He had the time and the means to meet you in New York, so he decided that that’s what was best for all of you. Harry and Tuwaine could even join him, so while you and he were having your own ‘romantic night in the city’, Harrison wouldn’t be lonely. And Tom intended on going all out for you, making it a night to remember while he made up for lost time.
“Okay,” Tom smiled, as he finished zipping up his last bag, “I’m all ready. Harry? You good to go?”
“No!” Harry yelled after a loud crash sounded from the bathroom, “I can’t find my fucking toothbrush!”
Tom rolled his eyes, “What about you, Tuwaine?” he asked, turning around to get a view into the living room. Tuwaine held up a finger and shushed Tom gently, then holding up the red toothbrush that belonged to Harry.
“Harry,” Tuwaine called, “I’ll lend you one if you give me five pounds.”
“Aw, fuck!” Harry yelled, following another crash. “Fine whatever, stupid fucking toothbrush,” he grumbled, sulking into the foyer where the rest of his bags were.
“Okay, divs,” Tom chuckled, “let’s get going, I want to be in New York in time to catch tomorrow’s interview.”
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“Hello, everyone! Thank you for tuning into Hot Goss, I’m your host Christine Mitchells and here with me today is up and coming actor and actress, Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” The blonde hair lady introduced both you and Harrison, smiling widely as she gestured to you.
“Hi!” You beamed, “thank you so much, Christine, for having us! I’m absolutely in love with your radio show, so this is definitely a big day for me.”
“Yes,” Harrison agreed, “I listened to your podcast the other day about the UFO sightings in New Jersey, and I have never been more enthralled.”
“Aw,” Christine held a hand to her heart, “you two are making me blush, that’s so sweet.” She smiled before holding up her little stack of papers, presumably with questions and conversation topics. “So, your new movie Collateral Damage has been out for about two weeks now and already made almost $600 million at the box office. That’s extremely impressive, what do you credit this success to?”
“Well,” Harrison spoke up, “I feel like I say this all the time, but it’s genuinely so true; (Y/N) and I’s chemistry on set definitely melted into all of our scenes together. She’s so talented and inspiring, even when I wasn’t directly filming with her, I felt the need to be on the top of my game as to not bring her down. It also was a combination of an amazing cast and crew. The crew made the behind the scenes so seamless and easygoing, probably one of the best sets to be on.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “the editing team also did so amazing, and it definitely shows in the final product. As for Harrison and I, it was extremely helpful to already be friends beforehand, it made tough scenes and intimate scenes much easier to get through. We could skip the awkward or solemn moments after our scenes and just laugh it all out, which greatly lessened the stress that filming a movie like this brings.”
“How did you two meet?” Christine asked, motioning between the two of you.
“Well, I think our first encounter was on the set of Spider-man 3,” You recalled, “I only filmed a few scenes for that movie, but it was another once in a lifetime opportunity.” You smiled, recalling when you first met Tom and how sweet he was, despite how nervous and flustered you used to get around him.
“That seems like a happy memory,” Christine commented knowingly, mistaking your smile to be for Harrison.
“It is,” You affirmed, “but Harrison and I didn’t really begin to get close until the filming for that was over and I went to visit him and Tom in London before the press tour. He was actually the one to convince me to audition for this movie, so naturally, most of the success is owed to him.”
“That’s so sweet,” Christine awed, putting a hand to her heart, “you guys really are the dream team. Are there any projects for the two of you currently?”
“I just got the contract for a Netflix show,” Harrison announced proudly, “I can’t go into too much detail yet, but it is the next in line for me, so I’m beyond excited about that.”
“I was going to sign onto a new movie during the break we had between filming and the press tour, but I decided to focus my priorities on my friends and family,” you explained, “I missed them all so much while filming, and I wanted to be there to support their ventures as well. As of right now, I have a few auditions lined up, but I’m just taking one project at a time; I really have no idea what my next move will be, but it’s a bit more exciting that way.”
“That great,” Christine nodded, “and if there were to be a sequel for Collateral Damage, would you both sign on?”’
“I would,” Harrison nodded, “but honestly, it’s very dependent on what (Y/N) would do. The movie wouldn’t be the same without her, and I’m not sure if it’s right for me to continue an adventure that she’s such a big part of.”
“Aw,” you gushed, squeezing Harrison’s hand, “I would too,” you nodded, “and I can’t say for sure, but based on the book the movie is based on, there is a big chance for a sequel.”
“Right,” Christine snapped her fingers, “it’s a trilogy, right?”
“Yup,” Harrison nodded, “it’s Collateral Damage, Save Our Souls, and Surrender Becomes Power.”
“Have you read them all?” You asked Harrison.
“Yeah, and trust me, I cried for eight days over the last one.”
“Oh, I remember that!” You laughed, “He was AWOL from the group chat for three days and when I finally got a hold of him he was in his pajamas eating ice cream binge-watching The Office.”
“I was grieving.” Harrison defended, “those who’ve read the book know exactly what I’m talking about.”
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Tommy <3: Just landed, can’t wait to see you!!
You: perfect, we’re staying at the Waldorf Astoria. Harry and Tuwaine’s rooms are already booked so they just have to check in! :)
Tommy <3: Does that mean I’m with you?
You: why don’t you come to room 32A and find out? ;)
You laid in bed already in the red lace set you brought, awaiting Tom’s arrival. Cheeky as ever, you even sent him a picture, covering most of the set in a white fluffy robe, but leaving out a red strap, cueing Tom into what was waiting for him.
Tommy <3: You better stay right where you are, woman. God, the things you do to me…
Tom had never checked into a hotel so fast. It was already ten in the evening, and he raced to the elevators, even managing to slam the door in Harry’s face after he made it to your room.
“You’re in the room down the hall!” he yelled from the other side of the door, “goodnight!”
“You have my charger, Tom!” Harry’s voice was muffled on the other end, barely audible to Tom, who was already removing his jacket and bounding for the bedroom.
“Darling!” opened the double doors to the master suite, “Oh, holy hell.” he sighed as he saw you laid out on the bed, red lace clinging to your curves.
“You look exquisite,” Tom murmured, making his way to the bed, “so bloody gorgeous.”
You pulled Tom in the second he reached you, holding him tight in a hungry kiss, “Missed you.” You sighed in between kisses.
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“Missed you too, love,” Tom smiled. “Missed every part of you, but especially that perfect fucking pussy.”
You moaned as Tom began to claw at your bra in a desperate attempt to remove the fabric. The moment your breasts were set free you felt Tom’s length harden against your leg, straining even in his sweats.
“Mmm, Tom,” you sighed contentedly, as he caressed and licked your nipples, hardening them into firm buds. “I want tonight to be about you.”
You nudged Tom gently, signaling for him to flip over and let you take the lead. As much as he loved control, Tom was desperate and needy after being away from you for so long, so he happily conceded, letting you crawl across his body, helping him remove his t-shirt and sweats, leaving him in his boxers.
You sat comfortably in his lap, legs on either side of his.
“Fucking hell,” Tom groaned as you palmed him through his boxers, taking your sweet time getting him fully hard. “Love you so much.”
You giggled, leaning in to catch his groans between your lips, “love you too.”
You smirked, before you pulled the waistband of his boxers down, as he lifted his bum to help get the boxers off quicker. His length stood tall, slapping against his stomach, small beads of precum already present on the slit.
You licked your hand before rubbing over the head, causing a hiss and groan from Tom, “feels so good darling,” he praised, jaw tightening at the pleasure.
You ran your hand over his shaft and back up to the head in rapid succession, pulling as many groans as you could from his swollen lips. “Shit, babe, shit,” he tossed his head back, basking the shocks of pleasure that ran up his and down his spine.
Just as he began to feel his balls tighten, you pulled away, silencing his pouting with a kiss.
“Are you ready?” You asked, tucking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties to remove them.
“Yes, please darling,” Tom begged, “I’m leaking for you.”
You scoffed, “shut up,” you rolled your eyes, removing your panties.
Just as you were lining Tom up with your cunt, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you, “I get a taste next time.” He stated, rubbing a deft thing over your clit, grinning at the sigh of pleasure you released as you nodded.
You sunk down onto his cock, a small squeak escaping your plump lips he began to fill you up. “Oh fuck,” You hissed, clenching around him.
“Shit, (Y/N),” Tom sighed into the skin of your neck, “fuck I missed this tight pussy, missed it so goddamn much.”
You placed your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you began to bounce up and down, savoring the feeling of him filling you up with each thrust. “Feels so good, Tommy,” You gasped, gripping onto his hair.
“Fucking love this,” Tom grunted, planting his feet onto the mattress, fucking up into you, meeting you each time you came back down, “it’s so much better when I give it to you, isn’t it?”
You nodded the best you could, only being able to gasp and moan in response.
“Yeah,” Tom reached between your bodies to toy with your clit, “my slut likes it when I give it to her? Huh?”
“Yes, Tom!” You cried, “Shit, I’m so close.” Tom gripped into your ass, giving it a harsh slap before molding it in his hands, massaging over the red spot.
“Me too,” he groaned, “come on, love. Cum all over me, make a fucking mess.”
You convulsed around him as you tipped over the edge, the flood gates now opened as you cried your release into his neck. Tom gripped onto your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck as he grunted, nearly shaking as he coated your walls with his cum.
You both were breathless, coming down from your highs intertwined with each other. Tom lazily kissed the neck, moving down to your collarbones and then your boobs. You sighed at every kiss and mark left by him on you, loving the feeling of his lips caressing your body.
“Love you so much,” You hummed into his neck.
“Love you too,” Tom sighed, running his warm, callous hand up and down your bareback.
You involuntarily clenched around Tom, causing him to let out a groan and then a chuckle at the sensitivity.
You pecked his lips, smiling as you looked into his warm chestnut eyes, “round two?”
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The next morning you woke to Tom giving you soft kisses on your bare shoulder. You smiled softly, turning around to face him.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He cooed, giving you a gentle peck.
“Good morning,” you sighed blissfully, nuzzling into his bare chest, “what time is it?”
“Half-past ten. Harrison texted about ten minutes ago reminding you what time you needed to be up by.”
“We still have a few more hours, right?” You asked, basking in Tom’s warmth.
“Yeah,” He nodded, running his fingers through your tangled hair, “but we need to get up soon, I want to take you out before your show tonight.”
“Where?”
“I was thinking we could go to Times Square and shop for a bit, then maybe lunch? Or the other way around depending on how hungry you are.”
“That sounds wonderful,” You smiled, “let’s go get ready.”
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“Harry,” Tom groaned, “stop trying to intrude on our date.”
“I need a new toothbrush, Tom.”
“Then go to a convenience store!”
“I won’t even be around you guys,” Harry explained, “just go off on your own to have changing room sex or something.”
“W-We do not have changing room sex!” Tom gasped.
“Yeah,” you piped up from the other side of the lobby as you walked over to the boys, “strictly shower and bed sex.” you joked, causing Harry to laugh, but Tom to groan.
“You guys suck.” He grumbled, rubbing his forehead.
“Oh hush,” You shushed him with a kiss on the cheek, “just let Harry come, he’s got his own things going on anyways.”
“Fine.” Tom conceded as you walked out of the hotel to the black SUV waiting for you.
The Times Square strip was beautiful, the billboards and signs twinkled and danced around while you, Tom, and Harry moved from store to store. What made it even better was the few fans that greeted you and asked for pictures, rather than the hoards you’d been getting accustomed to.
Part of you was nervous about going to such a busy place to shop, but everyone seemed to be in their own little world, not paying any mind to you guys. It was a nice refresher from the hectic crowds thrust upon you and Harrison these past few weeks. One of the worst occasions being when Harrison intercepted a drink thrown at you. He smelled like blue Slurpee during the entire dinner, and his white shirt was blue and sticky.
“I’ll be right back,” You nodded to the restrooms in the little cafe you went to for lunch, “I’m gonna go use the bathroom.”
“Okay,” Tom hummed, focused on his phone, taking the time between shopping at eating to look at emails and work out his scheduling for the next few months.
As he was reading an email from a new director he was planning on working with, his phone began going off with notifications of him being tagged in a photo. Usually, he just ignored when he was tagged in pictures and videos, he was tagged in hundreds of pictures and fan edits each day, so it was impossible for him to look through all of them, but now he was being tagged in hundreds of photos and videos, just in the ten or so minutes he’d been sat down.
“Yo,” Harry called his attention from across the table, “look at all these tweets.”
Harry flipped his phone over and handed it to Tom. His name was trending on celebrity news with photos of him, you, and Harry surfacing from your shopping trip. The photos showed you and Tom holding hands casually while Harry strolled behind you.
You never explicitly tried to keep your relationship a secret, but the media hadn’t yet found out about you and Tom, and with the speculation of you and Harrison being an item, social media was baffled.
“Is she dating Tom?? What??” One comment wrote with a few puke emojis, “I can’t even fathom this…”
“Tom, I love you but you are crushing my dreams here.” Another person commented on the pictures, already garnering hundreds of thousands of likes.
“What a snake, stealing his best friends girl…”
#HomewreckerHolland began trending, not very high up, but high enough to piss Tom off. Everyone was so accepting of a relationship that wasn’t even real, but now that they see the truth they refuse to accept it, and it was fueling Tom’s anger.
You were no better. You never addressed all of the rumors circling the internet, you just let them slide, even when you saw how much they hurt Tom. At times, you even indulged in what the fans wanted by giving Harrison a kiss on the cheek or posing for photos with him.
Tom could feel the venomous pit of anger building its way up to his brain. “Hey,” You said, once you arrived back at the table, taking a seat next to Tom. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You placed your hand on Tom’s shoulder. Only for him to shake you off.
You looked at Harry for answers, but he just shook his head.
“Tom, what’s going on?”
“I can’t believe you,” Tom muttered, “look at this shit.” He practically shoved the phone in your hands.
“What?” You began to look through the photos and the hashtags, frowning when you saw how awful the media was to Tom. “Tom, I’m sorry. I’m sure they don’t mean it, they just don’t know—”
“It doesn’t matter,” Tom spat, standing up with his jacket, “they know enough and they don’t like it. Simple as that.”
“Who cares if they like it,” You protested, “it’s not their lives, it’s ours.”
“Yeah, (Y/N), and it’s my image that’s being dragged through the mud.”
“Tom,” You stood up as well, “You’re not being fair.”
“Yes, I am!” Tom seethed, “If you would’ve just denied all of the dating rumors instead of practically pouncing on Harrison whenever you were together then maybe people wouldn’t have shit to say about this! But they do because you can’t keep your bloody hands to yourself!”
Tears began to brim in your eyes as Tom’s words knocked the wind out of you. He wasn’t even remorseful, even after seeing the tears slip past your eyes, coating your rosy cheeks.
“What about you?” You argued, “Fans have been shipping you with Zendaya for years, Tom, but I don’t let it get to me because I know I have you. I’m content just knowing that you fall asleep in my arms.”
Harry stood up now too, putting himself between you and Tom, facing the latter. “Mate,” He chastised his brother, “calm down. It’s not (Y/N)’s fault.”
“It is!” Tom insisted, “You could’ve just explained to the media, the second you saw the rumors, you could’ve said something but you didn’t! I’ve said countless times that Z and I are just friends, but you just let them say shit that isn’t even true!” Tom pointed an angry finger at you, hollering his distaste, “You might as well fuck Harrison since it’s what the goddamn world wants anyways!”
“Fuck you, Tom.” You spat before gathering your shopping bags and leaving the cafe, heading outside to hail a taxi back to the hotel rather than going back in the black car waiting for you, Tom and Harry.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harry shook his head, disappointment lacing his tone as he reprimanded his brother. “What the actual fuck is your problem?”
“I—” Tom was still seething, red hot anger was burning his eye with unshed tears, “she just—I can’t fucking believe her.”
“I can’t fucking believe you, Tom.” Harry frowned, gathering his things as well, “You’re on your own for this one, Mate.” Harry sighed, rushing out the door to try and catch up with you.
Tom gathered his belongings, shaking his hand, trying to get the anger out of his system so he could think clearly. But his whole head was foggy with rage.
`He made his way back to the black car and instructed the driver to head back to the hotel, explaining that you and Harry had gotten back via taxi. He didn’t question it and drove Tom back.
When he got back to your room, his luggage was thrown out into the hallway, along with the necklace he’d given you that you always wore. Harrison and Tuwaine watched from the doorway of their room as Tom gathered his things, the reality of what he had said finally sinking into his gut.
Harry explained what had happened when he got back, and Harrison and Tuwaine just looked on disappointedly.
Harry opened his room for Tom to stay in, but he refused to talk to him about it, too ashamed of how spiteful his own brother could be.
Harrison, Tuwaine, and Harry discussed it amongst themselves, trying to figure out the best course of action moving forward. You didn’t need to appear at your interview with Jimmy Fallon until eight that evening, giving the boys only a few hours to do damage control on the situation.
Harrison agreed to talk to Tom while Harry attempted to console you, though you refused to let anyone into your room and it was unlikely you would change your stance for a Holland, even if he wasn’t the one that had hurt you.
“Tom,” Harrison, entered Harry’s room where Tom was laying on the bed in an emotional rut. His eyes were hazy and shiny from tears but he wasn't crying, “what the hell, man?”
Tom groaned, shoving his head into the throw pillows on the bed, “I know, I know. I fucked up.”
“Yeah,” Harrison agreed, sitting on the armchair in the room. “What’re you gonna do?”
“I don’t know,” Tom mumbled, “I’m still so mad, I-I just can’t fix this right now.”
“You know,” Harrison began, “I get why you’re mad, I really do. So does (Y/N). Every time the paparazzi would get a photo of us she was so stressed about how you’d react. Every interview she tried to stay amicable, bubbly, and friendly—and she did—but afterward, she’d was worried about how the media would portray our relationship. She could hardly enjoy herself on the press tour for her movie because she was so focused on how you’d feel.” Harrison sighed, “She always cared about your feelings like that. She told me not to tell you, but she turned down a major movie when you were filming Cherry. She wanted to be by your side when you got into that headspace. She wanted to be the one to pull you back. She turned down what could’ve been the best deal in her career for you.”
“I didn’t ask her to do that—”
“But she did.” Harrison snapped, “And you couldn’t even give her the benefit of the doubt. The media will say what it wants. What matters is what the truth is, what your friends and family know, what she knows, what you know. And right now, all I know is that you need to make it up to her, any way possible, because she didn’t deserve that.”
“What do I do?” Tom asked, rubbing his eyes, “I messed up so bad. I just love her so much, it makes me fucking crazy sometimes. Every time I see her out with you, I see how the media twists the perspective, it hurts. I know I need to be better, I need to move past that, it’s just hard.”
“I posted a statement today defining (Y/N) and I’s relationship.” Harrison stated, “Overall, the fans aren’t the happiest, that’s true. But eventually, they’ll have to learn to accept it. (Y/N) is beautiful, funny, and kind, but she’s not my girl, Tom, and I’m perfectly fine with that.”
Harrison fiddled with the rings on his fingers, “Harry’s helping (Y/N) get ready the best he can, then we’re leaving to go to the studio. You’re still welcome to come.” Harrison stood up and walked over to Tom, patting his back gently, before leaving.
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“And with me here tonight is two of Hollywood's hottest stars, Harrison Osterfield and (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” Jimmy announced, clapping along with his audience.
The music started playing while you and Harrison smiled, walking out onto the stage and waving. Jimmy greeted you once you made it to the small sofa next to his desk, giving you praises and well wishes before you sat down.
“Wow,” Jimmy smiled, sitting back down, “you two look amazing tonight, how are you?”
You and Harrison both nodded, “I’m good,” You smiled, “this is pretty much the last stop on tour, so I’m kind of disappointed for it to come to an end, but I’m so happy for the experience.”
“What are both of your plans for after the tour?” Jimmy asked.
“I’m going back to London to visit family, and then I’m starting the filming of a series,” Harrison said proudly.
“I’m probably going to head back to my hometown in Chicago and settle down with my family for a bit. I have a few auditions and offers lined up, but I really miss my family and I just need a bit of calm after this storm.”
Harrison furrowed his brows, he was sure you said you were going back to London with him and the boys. You must’ve changed your mind after the fight. He didn’t blame you of course. Tom was being completely unreasonable, it was only logical that you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a city with him for god knows how long.
Tom showed up late, finally pulling himself out of his reverie, ready to apologize and make it up to you. He was backstage with Harry and Tuwaine, watching the show on the T.V. in the dressing rooms. When he heard that you wanted to go back home instead of going to London with him, his heart sank to his feet.
Anyone would have registered you as tired or dazed, but he and the rest of the boys could see the little glint of sadness in your eyes when you announce your decision. Knowing the reason behind your choice was solely Tom, made him feel like shit. He was driving away the only thing that mattered to him, and he couldn’t stop it.
He was almost positive that he was the storm you were referring to.
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Jimmy greeted you and Harrison was the show was over, “That was great, guys.” He smiled warmly, “It’s been a pleasure to meet you and I’d love to have you back in the future.”
“Of course,” You nodded, “thank you so much for having us.”
Once Jimmy was gone, your belongings were packed up, and you were ready to head back to the hotel, Tom decided to make his move.
“(Y/N),” Tom walked up to you in yours and Harrison’s dressing room. “Can we talk? Please?”
Harrison gave you a look, silently asking if you were okay talking to him, you nodded so he left the room, leaving you with Tom.
“(Y/N),” Tom began, sighing dejectedly, “I am so so so sorry, I-I was just being so insecure and I was worried and I acted like an ass. You didn't deserve that, all you’ve ever done is love and support me, and I appreciate you so much for it. It’s my insecurity, it’s my problem, and I need to be the one to do better.”
You frowned, “I just don’t understand,” you said softly, “all I ever wanted was for you to feel safe, loved, and comfortable, and I thought I was doing a good job at that.” You chuckled bitterly, “But you just couldn’t get out of your own head, and somehow I’m the one that got shot down for it.”
“I know,” Tom nodded, “and I’m so beyond sorry. I love you so much, and I need to trust you like you trust me. I never want to lose you (Y/N). And I understand if I’ve already lost you. As much as it hurts, I understand. I just want you to know that that’s not what I wanted to—”
“I know,” You interrupted, “I know you love me, and I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me, but you did. I love you too, Tom, and I don’t want to lose you. This isn’t the end, I just—I’m so hurt.” Your voice broke as you said the last word, tears beginning to slip past your eyelids. Tom immediately pulled you into a hug while you sniffled into his blazer. It broke his heart more than he could possibly fathom to see you cry in his arms, it nearly killed him to know that he was the cause for your tears.
“I’m sorry,” Tom squeezed you, “I’m so sorry, love.” You squeezed back, trying your best to calm the onslaught of tears you were holding off during the show. “A-Are you going to Chicago?” Tom asked hesitantly.
The original plan was for you to go to London with him and the boys and spend the next few weeks with him and his family, but it was understandable if you wanted to change that.
“Yeah,” You nodded sadly as you pulled away, “I just need to see my family, I miss them so much.”
“I understand,” Tom nodded, “I could come visit you there if you want?” Tom offered.
You wiped your eyes and gave Tom a small smile, “That’d be really nice. My dad’s been dying to meet you.”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Well that’s reassuring,” he joked, pulling you back in for another hug, “are we gonna be okay?”
“Yeah,” You nodded, pulling away to give him a chaste kiss, “we’ll be okay.”
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“Tommy!” you squealed when you opened the door to your family home, only to find your amazing, handsome, British boyfriend on the doorstep. “You didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“I wanted to surprise you, love,” Tom smiled, lifting you up in a hug and spinning you around. “Happy one year, darling.”
“I missed you so much,” You littered Tom’s face with kisses once he set you down, “Let’s never spend a minute apart again, that was torture.”
“It was only a few weeks?”
“A few weeks of hell,” You joked, grabbing his hand and leading him through the house, “come on! Everyone’s gonna love you.”
Tom laughed as you dragged him around the house, introducing him to your parents, your siblings, and your nieces and nephews. You’d talked about all of them before, but he never realized what a big family you actually have.
Now, he was all the more excited about the little, velvet box in his carry-on. Now that he could see what a loving family he’d be joining.
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mrs-hollandstan · 2 years
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Like could I request boxer!haz and reader practicing boxing and punches him by accident and reader takes care of him
Lmaoooo love this
"Your best bet is probably an uppercut. Especially if you're shorter than whoever your opponent or enemy is." Harrison explains. You nod, practicing uppercutting under his chin. He smiles as you pretend to do so on him, 
"Yeah… just like that." You smile in return, 
"What else?" 
"Well, practice that. Make sure you've got it." He tells you, strapping his gloves around his wrists and holding them up, "Try it… just like I showed you babe." He tells you. You admire the cuts along his face from his last fight in Vegas, just this past weekend, the discolored bruise that's on the mend across his cheekbone. His eyes find yours and it breaks you from your trance, 
"Alright…" You murmur, preparing yourself to throw your hits. You do so, three in quick succession and Harrison nods, 
"Very good. Nice, strong hits." You nod in return. He tries to explain other punches he wants you to try. As he explains, you're practicing his steps for a straight punch. He smiles, and just as he moves forward to correct something about your form, you throw a particularly hard punch, colliding with his cheek. He instantly stumbles back, cradling the area you just collided with. His eyes are wide as they flick to you,
"Holy shit…" 
"Oh my God Harrison I'm so sorry, that was way too hard, are you okay?" 
"That was a damn good throw babe." He chides proudly. He stares down at you, your mouth gaped open,
"I just punched you in the face." 
"Yeah and it was a damn good shot." 
"Why aren't you upset?!" You holler. He stares down at you, 
"Well it hurt but… I mean… your punches aren't the worst I've taken." You click your tongue, reaching up to brush aside some stray blood you've raised to the surface, 
"It still cut you." 
"Well yeah. I took hard fucking plastic to the face." He mumbles as you take his hand in yours, leading him into the small bathroom in the gym. He sits on the closed toilet, staring up at you as you dab at him with a damp paper towel, 
"It's not too deep at least. I feel terrible." 
"Why? That was pretty hot. And hell… at least I can sleep at night knowing you can protect yourself." You roll your eyes, 
"You're the first guy to ever enjoy getting punched in the face." You tell him. He chuckles, 
"Only by you baby." Its silent for a moment as you make surethe bleeding stops before Haz is standing, collecting your face in his hands and leaning in to kiss you. You hold his arms, kissing him back. When he pulls back, you stare up at him, "I'm intoxicated by everything you do. You could knock my teeth out and I'd thank you." He explains. You giggle, 
"Cheesy." 
"Nope… just very much in love with you." He mumbles, kissing you again. You nuzzle your face in his neck after a moment, 
"How bout we just… go hone and watch a movie? I don't want to hurt you again." You tell him. He nods, 
"Sure." Taking your hand, he leads you out into the gym, collecting his bag and watching as you hang up both pairs of gloves,
"Don't worry… you'll be back in here, pretend fighting me soon." You giggle again, squeezing his hand when he laces your fingers through his again.
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jahayla-parker · 2 years
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Haters -A Harrison Osterfield SMAU
Warnings: hate comments/bullying, lowered confidence, cursing, crying, the rest is fluff though!
P.s. no hate to Grace, just used as his ex for accuracy, and no hate if these usernames are legit accounts I just made them up for this smau
Summary: Reader is Haz’s gf but haters make a few mean comments and the boys jump to her defense. 💕
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yourusername: he’s always gotta pose, I just wanted a soft smiley photo smh, he’s still gorgeous though so I goes it’s okay💜🤷‍♀️
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hazosterfield: darling you have tons of smiling photos of me, I gotta use my modeling skills so that you have some others too; gotta keep my girl interested 😘
tomholland2013: it’s true, he’s always smiling when you’re around
yourusername: I’m sobbing stop 😭 (& I’m always interested💕💜)
hazosterfield: 😁😘
hollandandosterfield52: maybe he doesn’t smile because he doesn’t like you🤷‍♀️ solution seems pretty simple to me, he should go back to Grace
hopelessosterfieldgirl: omg he looks so good. Why are you complaining?! He’s the one stuck with you while you are fortunate to even know him🙄
*Harry sees the hateful comments and sends this to the group chat*
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Harryholland64: doesn’t smile for her? Lmao I took this photo when she was simply walking back over to our table that night. This is how he constantly looks at her. So stfu. 💜
yourusername: Baaazzz, stop this is so sweet thank you 😭
yourusername: did you just use a purple heart emoji? I thought you said you don’t use that one
harryholland64: I decided I’ll only for you, you’re one of my best friends and deserve it 💜
hazosterfield: Harry, mate, thank you. Between the heart emoji thing and the post she’s thankfully smiling now ❤️
yourusername: I was already smiling again thanks you to baby😘 I’m just feeling even better now. And the emoji isn’t the big deal it is the color he chose. He made fun of me when he saw I always used the purple one and said he never used it. 🤷‍♀️
hazosterfield: lol I see 😊 I thought it was just because it was your favorite color
yourusername: that too 😂💜
samholland1999: I think she always texts using the purple one BECAUSE it is her favorite color so you are technically correct 🤔
philosterfield: Harrison, Y/N, what’s going on? Is everything okay?
hazosterfield: once sec mum ❤️
tuwaine: yes Baz, let’s go! We love you Y/N 💜
yourusername: I love you guys too 💜
tomholland2013: someone text me what is happening. 
harryholland64: mate check the group chat
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philosterfield: one of my favorite pictures from Christmas a few years ago of my sweet Harrison. It was Y/N��s first Christmas with us but it was well worth the wait. I’ve seen them together countless times of course but I never get over it because they are so good for each other and no matter what it is they are doing, they’re having fun together. I’m so blessed my son found someone like Y/N, she’s better for him than I could’ve ever hoped. I am hearing that people on here are being rude to her but I beg you stop because I’ve never seen my boy this happy before Y/N
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hazosterfield: thank you mum ❤️ this was really sweet. YN says to tell you she’ll respond once she stops crying. Happy tears this time she says! 😊
tuwaine: yes momma P has it correct!
hazismylove: this is so cute! I didn’t know she was getting hate though! Leave her alone guys
yourusername: thank you for everything again. I know I’ve said this a million times but I’m never going to stop. You raised the best man I could’ve ever dreamed to find and I not only have him in my life but you and Charlotte as well and couldn’t be happier. You’ve all welcomed me into your family and home and made me feel loved. Thank you 💜
philosterfield: you’re part of this family dear. If you need anything, please call ❤️
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tuwaine : Haz is a smiley mate but this Div saves this particular smile for her. This is from one of their FaceTimes before she moved here, he’d always screen record them so they can both rewatch later when they were apart and unable to talk at the moment (one was working, asleep, etc.) So don’t even try to come for Y/N/N when this sickeningly sweet video exists. If you do, you’re going to have a lot of British blokes to deal with in return as she’s like a sister to the rest of us💜
yourusername: you all are going to make me a crying mess today (good tears this time) 💜 thank you Tuwaine
hazosterfield: thanks Tuwaine ❤️, you’re the best mate, btw I still have these videos, even in the ones where I had a rough day she’s making me smile 🥰
yourusername: stoopppp I love you so damn much 😭💜
hazosterfield: love you always angel ❤️💜
harryholland64: OMG I remember this video, these two divs wouldn’t even get off the video call long enough for us to grocery shop but sure it’s not clear they love each other right?!
hazosterfield: Yn says she loves you guys. She’s got a bit of a headache so I’ve managed to convince her to take a nap so long as I keep my promise not to post or say anything until I’ve had time to calm down. It’s worth it if she sleeps💜
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tomholland2013: I’m normally not the one to do this but it is needed. For some god forsaken unknown reason some people on the internet seem to think that either my best mate Haz isn’t in love with his amazing gf of 3 years or that she isn’t the best person for him. I want to clear a few things up, the first being that while your words may hurt someone they don’t change anything. Next, I’ve watched these two somehow fall more in love with each other day after day and I could not ask for a better woman for Haz than Y/N so kindly leave them alone. These photos are from a video-call he and I had after they moved out of the shared house and into their own place. First one is his reaction to her name even being mentioned and the second was the way he looked at her when she walked into the room. I’ll leave it at that. 💜
hazosterfield: thank you Mate. I couldn’t agree more ❤️
yourusername: Tommy, thank you so much. You didn’t need to do this. Also, I LOVE these photos 💜
tomholland2013: Yes I did, you’re not only one of my best mates but also the most incredible person and I think we can all learn something from you two’s relationship
hazosterfield: she and I both say thank you again mate. ❤️
tuwaine: yes T, so true!
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samholland1999:  I’ve known Harrison forever and Y/N for years. I’ve known them before they got together and all 3-something years they’ve been dating; although the time before featured an embarrassing amount of pining- mostly Haz🤣. You probably don’t know that for their first stay-in date night I was in the UK and Harrison FaceTimed me from Tom’s studio in America to have me watch and correct his cooking as he wanted it to be perfect for her; I’ve never seen him so nervous in my life. Fast forward a bit and she found out about this and repeatedly assured him she liked his cooking even when I wasn’t there to help. You could tell she truly meant it too and these two divs were making messes in the kitchen all throughout quarantine (and probably still are) with huge smiles on their faces the whole time. Anyone who thinks he doesn’t smile for her is grossly mistaken. He never fails to be excited or happy to see her. They were probably only apart for like 10 hours when this photo was taken. She’d gotten off early and was able to come after all but hadn’t told him yet so I texted to get an extra cup but wouldn’t say why. When he got back to our seats and saw her, this was his reaction (plus almost spilling the drinks in excitement 🙄). Not only does she make him happier than I’ve ever known him, she’s also an ace of a girl inside and out. 💜
yourusername: Sammy, thank you for this 💜 💜
hazosterfield: thank you mate, these have all made her smile ❤️
tuwaine: 💯
nikkihollandphotography: this is a super sweet photo. ❤️ I seem to have missed something but based on the context I just want to say that @/yourusername sweetheart you are such a wonderful soul and I’ve loved watching you and @/hazosterfield grow together and love each other through the hard times.
yourusername: Nikki thank you so much 💜
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charlottesparrowxx : This is only time you will see photos of just my brother on my page. That’s because this photo shoot was something truly special. Y/n heard from my mum that she wanted new professional photos of Haz and I, so for a gift she paid @/Harryholland64 (there was a LONG argument as he doesn’t want money from friends ever and she refused to not pay for it; in the end she won) to do a session with us for her. As if the gesture wasn’t enough, to illicit a more “authentically detailed smile” as Harry put it, he simply told my brother to pretend Y/n was behind the camera. Idk if it was the idea of her being there or hearing her name that provoked the smile but it worked. I knew before then that my brother had fallen head over heels in love with her but this really sealed that. She’s truly a fantastic friend and she’s like a sister to me so I don’t appreciate the comments being made about her. 💜
hazosterfield: Char, thank you ❤️ this was a wonderful example how amazing she is and makes me feel. P.s. to answer your question, it was both 😊
yourusername: I’ve seen these stunning photos (of both you of course) before obviously but I still love them 😍 I never knew the story behind these particular shots though 😭💜
hazosterfield: In case you’re wondering my love, it was both reasons that caused the smile; but they both boil down to you. It’s always you 💜
yourusername: Harrison John Osterfield, my precious baby boy if you don’t stop I’m going to melt 💜😭
philosterfield: an amazing gift ❤️
harryholland64: I knew it’d work. 😌
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hazosterfield: I promised I wouldn’t post until my anger went away and I thought it was something attainable. But I don’t think this burning rage is going to ever leave. She’s my entire world; always has been from the moment she and I met, long before we were even dating. I was this close to posting a response to the comments when she noticed the anger in my eyes and asked what was wrong. She didn’t even know what had happened. I wanted nothing more than to shield her from it but before I could she saw them. There’s no excuse for saying hateful things on the internet to anyone. But my God, YN is the kindest, most generous, open minded, courageous, determined, supportive, hilarious, uplifting, loving, and radiant person. So to say those things to someone like her is just infuriating. Not to mention, she’s not only the love of my life and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, she’s also my best friend and confidant and I wouldn’t be the man I am today without her. She’s been there through it all. She took the first flight out and flew across the world to comfort me and be there for me when my father passed despite her having her own responsibilities. She was there holding me together when my dog had to be out to rest. It’s not just the big things , she’s there even if I just had a long day at work or woke up cranky. At the end of the day, she knows I love her and I know she loves me so nothing anyone says or does will change that. Nevertheless, as you’ve seen today, even though we never asked them to, if you make hateful comments about my beautiful soulmate you will have but just me but countless friends and family to answer to. Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, my dearest angel, I love you more than life itself and promise to make sure you never begin to believe any of the nasty and untrue things ignorant people dare to say about you or us. 💜
samholland1999: seems like a good reason to break a promise, this was adorable Haz. This photo is fire YN
hazosterfield: technically I didn’t break the promise, I asked her if I could post something yet and she said as long as I wasn’t as angry as I was early; then she went back to sleep ☺️ I’m hoping her headache is gone when she gets up 🥺 I’m still angry but not as much, you guys helped with that mate ❤️ and she’s always breathtaking 😍
yourusername: Harrison f’n Osterfield I’m crying, I love you so unbelievably much😭💜 I seriously have the best boyfriend in the universe. Hazzy, get in here and cuddle please 🤗💕
tuwaine: mate I’m tearing up, you two are perfectly made for each other. And she’s killing it again here 🙌
tomholland2013: couldn’t agree more mate, love you both. ❤️ looking good Y/n/n
harryholland64: you two are so lucky to have each other I swear. Judging by the fact Haz is not responding I’m assuming y/n got her requested cuddles 😂
charlottesparrowxx: knowing my brother he probably full on sprinted to the bedroom to comply with her request for cuddles 😝
yourusername: yes Baz I’m getting my cuddles 🥰and Char, Haz says to be quiet (well that was nicer than what he said but I’m not going to say that to you) 😂💜
philosterfield: I love you both, when you’re ready for a video call, I’d like to chat with you both ❤️
hazosterfield: we love you too mum, we’ll call you in a bit ❤️
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yourusername: I’m reposting these first two photos because he’s jaw droppingly (yes I know that’s not an adjective but I don’t care) gorgeous and the hateful comments towards me don’t change that. I mean, damn right?
When I posted these first two this morning, I captioned it in a way that clearly upset some people. For those of you who missed it before I deleted the post, it said “he’s always gotta pose, I just wanted a soft smiley photo smh, he’s still gorgeous though so I goes it’s okay💜🤷‍♀️” and within less than an hour, people were commenting hateful things. I’m not here to whine or draw more attention to them. If you don’t like me or what I post or say, feel free to not follow me. I won’t be offended or hurt, I don’t need your presence to feel good about myself. Especially when you’re here to simply drag me down, compare me to others, or say my loving boyfriend doesn’t love me. Who even does that? I could go on and on about how/why this behavior is not acceptable but that’s not the point of this post. Just know your comments aren’t going to hurt me. I know my worth and love myself even if you can’t. And even on days where my confidence is lower or faltering I have the world’s best support system and hype team imaginable. The rest of this post is to focus on them, hence the photos💜 (I couldn’t decide the order of this so Haz suggested I do it in order of who posted first to make it easy💕)
Harry, you are one of my closest friends and have always supported me no matter what it is I am doing. You were also -queue the boys’ arguments to start again on this- the one who helped the most when I moved from the US to join you all in the shared house during COVID and then again when Haz and I moved into our own place. You and Haz are tied for best photographer as you both manage to find random times to get photographs of me that boost my confidence. 💜📷
Momma P/Phil, you truly are like a second mom to me and instantly welcomed me into your life and family; no words can describe how much that meant to me. You’ve supported Harrison and I’s relationship from the very start and still do. I promise to continue to always do my best to give your son the love he deserves 💜🌸
Tuwaine, you never fail to make me laugh even on bad days. You’ve also, unprovoked, elected to take the position of my personal bodyguard when Harrison isn’t around or is busy. I still remember you literally lifting me off the ground to get me away from a creepy guy at the pub on main my first year here while Haz and Tom were getting our table more drinks. Whether it is physically protecting me like that or defending me against people online, I know you’re there 💜💂‍♂️
Tom, gotta start with the obvious and thank you again for introducing Harrison and I. Even though you knew before Haz and I were ready to admit there was something more than friendship between us, you didn’t know upon first introductions so I have to thank you for making that seemingly unimportant (at the time) decision years ago as it was the best thing to happen to me and also prompted me meeting the rest of the boys. You became a friend instantly on set and I will always be grateful that we’re friends superstar 💜🤩
Sam, you’re the most laidback and calming presence in the group (apart from Haz but that’s mostly in relation to me not in general) and a place I can always turn to for advice or a sounding board. As with the others, you’ve been there for me more times than I can count. 💜👨‍🍳
Nikki, First I’m sorry I was told there isn’t a photo of you with Haz or all the boys -we need to change that 😉-. But, I have to say thank you for always having my back against a house full of boys (even if it had to be virtually at the time) and always keeping me posted about the stupid things my boyfriend and your sons did while I was in the US. 💜⛲️
Charlotte beautiful, you’ve become like a little sister to me and I love that. I always cherish the girl’s dates with you and momma P. Thank you for being such a positive presence and always encouraging me when I’m anxious. 💜👗
Harrison John Osterfield I don’t even know where to start. My special prince you are my best friend, my rock, and the best golden retriever boyfriend🥰. Hazzy, you should know firsthand how long I could make this but due to the character limit I’ll keep it brief and verbally continue my rambling instead 😘 Even when we were literally worlds apart, you were always there for me through everything. If something happened while apart, you’d fly to me asap and if I convinced you not to (rarely worked you stubbornly protective pain 💕) you’d still demand we FaceTimed even if I looked like a raccoon. You can always fix any mood I’m in and make me smile and feel better. I love your fantastic sense of humor and how down to earth you are. I promised brief so gorgeous thank you for being so protective and loving all these years 💜🌍
Thank you all so freaking much for everything and for always loving and supporting me , I have the best support system even after moving countries and I’m so grateful 💜 love you all sm.
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hazosterfield: I’m so pleased knowing that our mates and family will always keep you safe and happy even if I’m not around to do it. Mates, thank you for this, whether these posts (to the point she asked if I told you guys to post and I told her I didn’t even have to), shielding her from the aggressive paparazzi, or other concerning situations. I don’t care if it is verbally/emotionally supportive or physically like Tuwaine (thanks again mate) at the bar. I know no matter where she is, who she’s with, or what happens she’s always got a team ready to help her ❤️ And to my wickedly smart and stunningly gorgeous princess, you never cease to make my eyes water with your thoughtful words and behaviors. I love you always darling and will always have your back 💜😘
nikkihollandphotography: we can certainly fix that, as long as you’ll be in the photo too as I need a photo with you too ❤️
tuwaine: hahahahaha I REMEMBER that! I will always do that when warranted. At least now you won’t scream in my ear to put you down because you know I won’t drop you 😂
samholland1999: How has no one commented on their individualized emojis? Y/n/n you’re seriously the sweetest person to exist, I’ll have your back forever 🙂
tomholland2013: introducing you two back when he was my PA and you were helping the crew on set was the best thing for all of us y/n/n as you’re a light for us all ❤️
charlottesparrowxx: love you sis, I’m here if you need to talk 💛
harryholland64: you’re the best for letting me take your picture whenever. If we want to talk about stubbornly protective, that’s not just Haz with you but you with Haz when it comes to me and that mates’ jokes but we know Haz loves you for it and at the end of the day I suppose it’s sweet. 🤷
philosterfield: I accepted you into our family right away because of who you are. You don’t need to promise me to that you’ll take care of my boy, I already know it and see that ❤️
hlastnameboys_: we love you y/n thank you for not giving up on us all because of a few 💙
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Love goes three ways- Masterlist
Here is the masterlist of my Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield love triangle series. I hope you will all enjoy it.
Taglist: @lunaticspoem​ @butlegendsneverdie​ @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr​ @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6​ @rogertaylors-lipgloss​ @sj-thefan​ @omgitsearly​ @luckytrashgooprebel​ @scarsout​ @deaky-with-a-c​ @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac​ @vousmemanqueez-blog​ @jonesyaddiction​ @milanosaurus @httpfandxms​ @saint-hardy​ @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls​ @mrsalwayswritex​ @rogerina-owns-me  @hellsdragon​ @im-an-adult-ish​ @crazylittlethingg​ @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod​ @ceres27​ @avyannadawn @dreaming-about-fanfictions​​
Series taglist: @angelic94temptress @queenofbeingdepressed​​
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hogwartsmarvelmommy · 2 years
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Fuck the rules
Harrison Osterfeild
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Warnings: oral(f receiving), fingering, riding, unprotected sexxx
You glanced to the top right of your phone screen seeing that it was nearly midnight. Everything in you said to shut it off and go to bed, that would be the smart thing to do, but you weren't exactly known for doing the smart thing or making the best choices. You stared at your keyboard for way too long before writing out a simple text to your best friend.
Y- you up?
Immediately the three little dots appeared making your stomach tighten and your thighs clench together in anticipation. This had become a routine. Late night booty calls, or early morning hookups. It was just how things worked, how they had seemed to work for quite some time now.
Obviously at the beginning it had been just a simple agreement to help each other out, you know how it goes. You get so busy, and you find physical comfort from someone close to you. In this case, Haz…
You'd be kidding if you said you hadn't always wanted it to come to this, but now that you had whatever it was you had with him, you couldn't help but want more. "No feelings. Don't fall in love." Whoever decided that was an easy rule of thumb had obviously never hooked up with her closest friend.
Maybe it was the way he had become so familiar with your body, or maybe it was just who he was. Regardless, you were too far in now to escape.
Your phone pinged with his response.
H- Was already on my way (;
And so the story goes. Girl meets boy, girl befriends boy, girl sleeps with boy, girl falls in love with boy, all while boy is painfully oblivious.
It was just how things went. You knew deep down that it would never change, you would never be the girl Haz brought home to his family, or got down on one knee for. You probably wouldn't ever even get a date out of him, so this is what you settled for. Late night sex, and then disappointment when he leaves imediantly after, (even though it was a rule you decided on, to avoid feelings, but lord knows it's two late for that now..)
There was a quiet knock on the front door of your apartment, you rushed from where you were in your bedroom to the door, opening it and grabbing a red nosed Harrison by the collar and yanking him inside.
You were instantly met with a chuckle before his lips were on yours and his hands firmly on your hips. His lips were cold but soft against your warm lips. He pulled away slightly to look at you and smile. "I missed you, you know," he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your nose. It was a rather intimate gesture, accompanied by intimate words.
"We were just together this afternoon," you giggled.
He shook his head, as he wrapped one arm around your back pulling your body against his.
"But we weren't 'together', we were just around each other, and the whole time all I could think about, was how much I wanted to crash my lips into yours, slide my hands down your back and hoist you up into my arms and carry you to my room and make sweet, sweet love to you," he told you. He smirked as he watched your eyes widen at his words.
"Haz-" you whispered.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours, it was a different kiss than you usually shared, not being completely lust filled and demanding, usually it was very little kissing, and much more doing, but as you stood in your entryway hands around his neck with his lips melding with yours in precise movements, you felt as though something had changed.
"God you're so perfect," he mumbled against your lips, he took the opportunity to pick you up and practically throw you over his shoulder.
"Harrison!" You squealed as he began walking back to your bedroom.
He placed you gently on your bed pushing you down as he climbed over you and began to assault your exposed skin with kisses and nibbles. "You know," he began as he hooked his hand in the waistband of your pajama shorts, looking up to you to make sure you were ok with what he was doing. You nodded eagerly as he peeled the shorts from your legs. "Tom thinks there is something going on between us," he chuckled as he stood up unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the ground.
"Oh, he does?" You asked.
"Mhmm, says there's an obvious tension between us and we need to sit down and air it all out," he chuckled. He unbuttoned his pants and let them fall before stepping out of them.
"And what did you say?" You wondered as you watched him climb back on your bed and over to where you were propped up on your elbows.
"I told him to mind his own business," He announced proudly before grabbing the hem of your shirt and peeling it upwards. You sat up, letting him take the fabric from over your head before tossing it to the ground with his own discarded clothes.
You were left with only your panties on, practically naked as he sat on his knees in only his boxers, eyes trailing over your body. "God," he sighed as he ran his hand from your lower stomach up your chest, stopping at your breasts. "Who knew that perfection could be so well hidden?" He asked, leaning forward and taking your nipple into his mouth as his hand remained cupped on your other boob.
You let out light moans at the sensation of his tongue circling the bud and flicking over it before he released it with a popping noise and went over to the other, doing the same thing to that one.
You let your head fall back as you felt his lips trailing up to your neck.
"Hazzy," you moaned.
He grabbed your face gently with one hand, turning it to his before reconnecting your lips in a soft kiss.
"Can I be honest with you?" He asked, suddenly pulling away.
"Please," you told him, propping yourself up again.
"I don't think I can keep doing this," he said.
You felt your stomach drop, you didn't want this to end. You stared at him as he sat there looking at you, with a small smile on his face.
"You want this to stop?" You managed to force out.
"What? No, no that's not what I meant," he said, coming closer to you. "I just don't want to keep up the charade of not being able to be with you in front of people," he whispered before pressing his lips back into yours.
"But the rules," you reasoned as his lips trailed down your jaw and then down your neck.
"Fuck the rules," he mumbled as he licked a line from between your breasts down to your completely drenched panties.
You giggled as he nudged your clit with his nose pressing kisses on your core.
You let your head fall back, enjoying the sensation and the pleasure he was giving you. He slipped your panties to the side running his tongue through your soaking folds before pushing a finger into you and causing you to moan out. He knew exactly where you wanted him, exactly how to touch you to make you come undone. He knew your body like the back of his hand and he prided himself on that fact.
"Harrison," you panted as he fucked his finger in and out of you, tounge attacking your swollen clit, he added another finger easily, causing a loud moan to leave your lips as your hands flew down clutching onto his sandy curls.
He pulled his face away from your pussy, watching the fucked out expression on your face as his finger stroked against your g spot with every thrust untill you couldn't take it anymore. Your legs tried to clench together as your orgasm washed over you, the Explosion rendering you useless as whimpers left your mouth until it was over.
You opened your eyes and saw Harrison looking at you intently as you laid there before him. "What?" You asked him.
"I just can't believe you're real some of the time," he chuckled.
"Well I am," you said, "I can prove it too," you told him as you pushed yourself up, throwing one of your legs over his lap to straddle him.
"We still have too much clothes on," he whispered as you thrust your hips against his, feeling his clothed hard member rubbing on your clothed core.
You got up on your knees allowing for him to yank his boxers down to his knees. You pushed your panties to the side again, not having the willpower or patience to take them off. Before you lined his aching cock up at your entrance.
You let yourself sink down onto him as he groaned at the sensation. "Fuck y/n," he sighed as you rolled your hips on his.
You began to bounce up and down on his cock as his lips assaulted your throat leaving marks that would be a pain in the ass to cover, but you couldn't care less as his cock hit the spot deep inside you that drove you crazy.
"Hazzy," you moaned out as you felt your walls start clenching around him.
He took that as an opportunity to pick you up and flip you over all without disconnecting the two of you.
He laid you back onto the bed, and grabbed your leg placing it on his shoulder as he started to thrust in and out of you at a feverish pace. You couldn't help the sounds coming from your mouth. You panted and moaned with every stroke and every thrust. You weren't sure you could take much more as he began rubbing your swollen clit, making you gasp. Your walls clenched around him as your second orgasm ripped through your body, feeling like a million bucks as Harrison continued to work you through it with ridged thrusts until his own release washed over him and he fell forward to your chest.
You both laid there, sweaty and out of breath as you tried to pull yourselves back together.
"Iloveyou," Harrison mumbled into your breasts, but you couldn't hear him over your breathing. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until Harrison sat up.
Your head fell back onto the mattress as he got up from where he had been positioned between your legs a few seconds prior. "Where are you going?" You asked, not having the energy to look up to him.
"Have an interview in the morning, I should probably head back to mine," he said nonchalantly. You pushed yourself onto your elbows despite how much your body was screaming at you not to. You had said no feelings in the beginning, and to keep on that, you had also agreed not sleeping over, but that didn't make it hurt less.
"You can stay for a bit, you know," you told him. "If you'd like," you added, not wanting to seem desperate for him.
He looked over to you with his piercing blue eyes and a small smirk, as he buttoned up the light green shirt. "Thought we said no sleep overs," he quipped.
You shrugged your shoulders as you watched him stop what he had been doing, leaving the top few buttons undone. "Rules can change, right," you whispered, biting your bottom lip in anticipation remembering how just a bit ago he had said 'fuck the rules'.
"Oh yeah," he asked, "and what happens if we break this rule? You think I won't break every other one?"
You chuckled as he began to undo the buttons letting the shirt fall off of his body and back to the ground. "Would breaking all the others be the worst thing?" You wondered.
"I've already broken the most important one," he informed you as he crawled back into bed, and pulled you into his arms. "No harm in breaking all the rest, right?" He chuckled as he placed a single kiss on your neck.
You looked at him as he settled next to you, unsure of exactly what he meant. "And what was the most important one?" You wondered.
"To not fall in love with you," he whispered in your ear.
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The Gentlemen Test
Holland Brothers X Sister!Reader, Harrison Osterfeild X Holland!Reader
Summary: You tested your brothers and Haz to see if their gentleman.
Warnings: none
Inspo: This Tiktok Trend ↘
Reader's age: 17
A/n: u know not a prompt but the idea came to me soo.
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You were the only one in your family who used Tiktok on a daily basis, and posted videos on the app. So you were always up to date with different trends including the gentleman test. You decide your gonna do it with your brothers and Haz.
"Seeing if my brothers and their friend are gentlemen." You stated before the camera switch to back camera and then your walked up to Paddy with your had out.
"What?" He asked. You said nothing moving your hand closer. He looked at your confused before pushing it away and walking away from you.
"Fail." You laughed to your self before finding sam and doing the same with him.
"What did you hurt it?" He asked you inspecting your hand. You held in a laugh and didn't say anything. "High five?" He pushed it up and high five you. You started laughing before leaving once again.
This time you went to find Tom who was hanging out with Harrison, but Harrison was in the restroom so you started with Tom.
"What Princess?" A nickname that will be making his fans swoon in the comments section. He grabbed your hand shaking it confused. You shook your head. "What?" He said before it clicked and he brought it to his lips.
"Your the only one who's got it so far." You smiled before waiting for Harrison. He walked in just a minute later and you put your hand in front of him same as you did with your brothers.
"Uh..." He pet it softly. You laughed. He looked at you confused again. "That's not what you wanted?" You shook your head. "Oh." He leaned to it kissing it.
"Huh. Good Job bye." You left the room going to find Harry. Finding him easily since he was just in his room.
"Hey Princess what's up?" He used your nickname again it will make the fans swoon. "Your hand? Are you okay?" He looked at it happy to see it was okay. "What do you want?" You moved your hand a little closer. He shook.
You chuckled before leaving. Editing the video a bit with a sound and stuff then you captioned it and posted it.
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A/n: me and my mom did it with my brothers, the oldest isn't a gentleman he inspected my hand to make sure I wasn't hurt before he smacked it. My mom did it with my other brother and he looked at it confused before kissing it.
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No More First Dates
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Warnings: Kidnapping
Summary: Harrison is upset when (y/n) tells him about an upcoming date. Worried for her, he sets out to make sure the date doesn't happen.
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“Is (y/n) here yet?” Harrison asked hopefully as he entered Tom’s home.
Tom nodded, “Yeah, she’s out back with Tessa.”
His eyes lit up, making Tom smirk, “I’ll go join her.”
“Of course you will,” Tom rolled his eyes, “You know, you could just ask her out or something.”
“Don’t say it so loud,” Harrison bit back.
“She’s in the backyard mate, she’s not gonna overhear us,” Tom chuckled at his panic.
“Shove it,” Harrison snapped as he slipped out the back door.
“Hey guys,” she beamed at them, cuddling up to Tessa affectionately.
“Hi pet,” Harrison smiled back at her, “How was work?”
“Boring, oh except the new boy, Owen,” her face lit up suddenly, obviously excited about what she had to share, “He asked me out.”
Harrison was too in shock to speak, leaving Tom to carry on the conversation, “Like on a date date, or just a getting to know each other date?”
“Well definitely more of a getting to know each other date,” she clarified, “Oh, so I can’t hang out this Friday by the way.”
“You said yes?” Harrison frowned.
She nodded, “Yeah, he seems cool so far so I figure I’ll give it a shot.”
“You barely know him,” he argued, “I mean he could be a total creep.”
“Well I’m going out with him to get to know him better,” she rolled her eyes, “You guys don’t need to worry, we’re going out in public. I’ll text one of you when I leave and get home and all that. You don’t need to worry about me, I know how to be safe.”
Harrison shook his head and scoffed, “This is still way too fast, you just barely met him.”
“Haz,” Tom scolded, “They’re just getting to know each other.”
“I know, I know,” he insisted, “I’m just looking out for (y/n).”
“I’m not gonna marry him or something,” (y/n) assured, “And if things get serious I’ll introduce you guys and you can vet him and everything, but right now it’s just a date.”
It was serious, at least to Harrison, it was beyond serious, and completely unacceptable. He dwelled on it all night, wondering what she could possibly see in this other man that made her so into him. He was uncharacteristically quiet, only really speaking when (y/n) addressed him.  Tom could tell Harrison was still thinking about it, even after (y/n) went home.
“Mate you’ve got to let it go, they’re just getting to know each other,” Tom tried to assure him, “I’m sure she’d go on a date with you too if you asked.”
“She doesn't need to go on a date with him to get to know him,” he snapped back.
“No, but that’s what you do when you’ve got romantic intentions with someone. If you don’t want her to date other guys you’ve got to show her that you're interested.”
“I did!”
Tom went wide eyed, “You told her you’re into her?”
“Well, no, not exactly that,” Harrison blushed, “We hooked up.”
“You hooked up and you never told me?!”
“Yeah, about a month ago. I didn’t want to say anything until she and I talked about it but now she’s going on a date with some asshole from work,” he scoffed.
“Did you try to bring it up?”
“No, I figured she’d just bring it up when she was ready.”
“That’s the fucking problem div,” Tom groaned, “Harrison if you just talk to her I’m sure this whole thing will work itself out.”
Harrison stayed quiet for a moment, “I bet he’s an asshole.”
“Probably, and she’ll probably drop him the second she knows you’re interested.”
“I’ll talk to her,” he assured, “At least about dropping him.”
Tom just sighed, “You’re hopeless.”
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Harrison rapped at (y/n)’s door, bouncing on his heels nervously while he waited for her to answer. The door swung open and she smiled brightly at him, unaware of how nervous he was. He’d decided that morning he was going to confess, or at least convince her to cancel the date, he’d do whatever it took.
“Oh hey,” she cocked her head in confusion, “What are you doing here?”
“I just wanted to stop by, I should have texted you, sorry.”
“No problem,” she assured, opening the door for him, “Come on in, I’m just going through my clothes.”
“Sounds fun,” he chuckled, “Need a hand?”
“Oh sure,” she blushed, “I was trying to find something for my date.”
“Oh,” his smile dropped instantly as they entered her room, “You’re still doing that?”
“Yeah,” she laughed, “But I can’t figure out what to wear.”
“Can’t you just wear jeans or something?” he pursed his lips.
She rolled her eyes, “Come on Haz, it’s a first date, I wanna dress up a little.”
“Where is he even taking you anyway?”
“We’re just going out for dinner.”
“How original,” he rolled her eyes as she plucked a dress out of her closet.
“What’s your problem?” she frowned at him, “That’s a perfectly normal first date.”
“I just think you deserve a little more than perfectly normal,” he scoffed.
“I know you’re trying to look out for me but I promise he’s a good guy Haz,” she held the dress up to her chest, examining herself in the mirror, “What do you think of this one?”
“It’s pretty,” he confirmed, “But don’t you think it’s a little revealing?”
She whipped around to face him, “Harrison you have seen me go out in way less than this. And since when do you care about how revealing my clothes are anyway?”
“I don’t,” he flushed, “But I don’t want him to get the wrong idea about you.”
She rolled her eyes, “Okay whatever you're implying, you better stop right there. It’s my body and I’m gonna wear whatever I want and if you’ve got a problem with it then too bad. I’m not giving any kind of ideas just by wearing a short dress.”
“I wasn’t trying to say that,” Harrison groaned, “I just haven’t met him, I don’t know what kind of guy he is, I don’t know if he’s safe. I don’t want you out there with some creep.”
Her expression softened, “Haz I appreciate you looking out for me, but I promise he’s a really nice guy.”
“Well how am I supposed to know that?” he challenged, “Look why can’t you just wait a little longer? Introduce us first, let us check him out, this is all moving way too fast.”
“I’m going on the date so I can get to know him, this is super casual right now,” she explained once again, “If things get more serious I’ll introduce you guys, but until then I just need you to trust my judgement. I’m not jumping into anything, just getting to know him.”
“You don’t have to do that by dating him,” he argued.
“Why is it such an issue for me to go on a date?” she questioned, “I mean seriously Haz, it’s one date, why are you so worked up?”
“Because I’m worried about you!” he flushed, “What if he’s a serial killer or something?!”
He was worried about her safety, but much less than he was worried about her falling for someone else. Someone who wouldn’t love her as much as he did, someone who would never be able to give her what she deserved. He just couldn’t stand the thought of someone else stealing her away.
“You don’t need to worry, I’m not gonna do anything stupid,” she assured, “We will stay in public the whole time and then I will come home. I really do appreciate that you’re trying to look out for me and everything, but you need to drop it alright?”
He sighed and leaned back on his hands, “I don’t wanna drop it.”
“Harrison he’s a totally normal dude,” she groaned, “Can we please move on?”
"Why him?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why him?” he repeated, “I mean why are you into him? What makes him so special?”
“Nothing, I just think he’s cute and I’m giving it a shot, and I’m not explaining that to you again,” she warned, “So you need to drop it now.”
He pursed his lips, knowing he wouldn’t be able to let it go he started again, “Why not me?”
She froze, “You?”
He nodded, “We’ve done stuff, and we actually know each other, so why not me? Why him?”
“You never brought it up again,” she flushed and cleared her throat as she tried to turn her attention back to her closet.
“Neither did you,” he reminded, seizing her wrist so she’d be forced to face him.
“You ran out that morning and never said a word about it,” she snapped, “It was pretty clear you thought it was a mistake.”
“I was nervous,” he corrected, “I didn’t think it was a mistake.”
“Well neither did I, but it didn’t seem like you were interested so I moved on.”
Her lips were just as soft and sweet as he remembered, the same intoxicating, indescribable feeling he knew he’d never be able to get enough of overtook him the second they were pressed to his.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything but I love you so much.”
She flushed and sat down on the edge of her bed, “Haz this is a lot.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” he sat next to her with a frown, he understood feeling overwhelmed, his feelings for her overwhelmed him all the time, “I’ve been too scared to say anything, but the thought of you with someone else drives me crazy. I’m sorry it took this for me to spit it out.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” she assured, “I mean obviously I’m into you too, but I think I just need a little bit to process this.”
“That’s alright, I’m happy to wait,” he set his hand on hers with a smile, “We can put on a movie or something?”
She shook her head, “I think I just want to be alone tonight.” “(y/n) I’m sorry I-”
She cut off his apology almost instantly, “Haz I’m not upset, I just wanna think this over before making any decisions. I promise I’ll call you tomorrow and we can talk it over alright?”
He nodded, a wave of relief flooded over him, “Yeah, I can do that. You know I love you right?”
She smiled and pulled him in for a hug, “I know, I love you too.”
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Harrison had been buzzing all day, he was on cloud 9 knowing that his feelings were reciprocated. Best of all, he knew it meant she’d be meeting him at Tom’s house for their normal Friday night hangout, no date. He had hoped she’d call him before he headed over, but he didn’t think much of it when she hadn’t, figuring it’d just slipped her mind. He was beaming ear to ear when he arrived at Tom’s house, making Tom suspicious about what had him in such a good mood.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
“Is (y/n) here yet?” Harrison peaked around for her as he entered the home, “Out back with Tess?”
“No, she’s not coming, she’s got that date,” Tom reminded, raising a brow at Harrison’s odd behavior, “You alright mate? I was kind of expecting you to show up all pissy…”
“Well I would have, but (y/n)’s not going on the date,” he beamed proudly, “We talked it over last night.”
“What does that mean?”
“I told her how I feel, she said she felt the same but she needed a little time but she promised she’d call me tonight and we’d talk,” he explained, “Isn’t that great?”
Tom smiled and squeezed his shoulder, ���About fucking time you div, I’m glad you finally said something. She called it off with him then?”
“Well she didn’t say that, but I don’t see why she wouldn’t.”
“Alright, well she didn’t tell me she was coming over, but maybe she just decided she still wanted to stay home or something,” he shrugged.
Harrison frowned, “I’ll call her, no reason she should spend Friday night alone.”
“You sure that’s a good idea mate?” Tom questioned, “You said she asked for some time.”
“It’s been a whole day,” he laughed, “I’m just gonna ask her if she wants to come over.”
“Okay, I mean if you think it’s fine, but I think you should wait.” Harrison rolled his eyes, “Well I know her better than you do,” he stepped into the backyard for a bit of privacy. He bounced on his heels while he waited for her to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” he smiled happily at the sound of her voice, “Did you want to come over to Tom’s tonight? We don’t want you to spend the night alone.”
She frowned, “Harrison I have that date tonight.” His heart dropped, “What?”
“It’s tonight, I was gonna call you aft-”
“You’re still going?”
“Well yeah, I wasn’t gonna cancel like the day of, that’s rude.”
“So?” he snapped, “What about last night?”
“It had nothing to do with our talk Haz, I’m just being courteous because I still have to work with this guy. I’ll call you when I get back okay?’
“I-I wanna see you,” he blurted out nervously, “We need to talk about this, in person.”
She sighed, “I mean that’s fine, I’m not supposed to meet him until 7 so you could come by for a bit, but there’s really not anything to talk about Haz, I’m just being polite.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he shoved his phone into his pocket before stomping inside, heading straight for the front door.
“Woah woah, where are you going?” Tom grabbed his shoulder, “What happened?”
“I just need to go talk to her,” he explained, “I’m sure we’ll be back soon, I’ll text you.”
“O-Okay,” Tom was puzzled, “Are you sure you wanna go over there? You seem pretty angry. Why don’t we talk about it first?”
Harrison shook his head, “No, no, I just need to talk to her.” Harrison sped to her house as quickly as he could, his stomach flip flopped nervously as he pounded on her door. He knew if they just talked about it she’d understand, and she wouldn’t care about the date anymore.
“Jesus christ Haz, I’m not deaf,” she chuckled as she opened the door.
“You can’t go on that date.”
“Oh I’m good Haz, how are you?” she rolled her eyes as he entered the home.
He shot her a glare, “What about us?”
“Well I wanted to have that talk later tonight,” she sighed, a light blush spreading across her cheeks, “I was a little worried because after we hooked up I thought you weren’t interested, and that really hurt. But I’m really into you, and I wanna give it a try if that’s what you want.”
“Of course that’s what I want,” a smile came to his lips as he took her hands in his, “I want that more than anything. But you can’t go on this date with him.”
“It’ll be a few hours at the most, we’re just gonna grab dinner and I’ll come home,” she assured, “I just don’t want to make it awkward between us because I still have to work with him. It’s nothing more than that.”
He shook his head, “You don’t know that, you could fall for him.”
“I’m not gonna fall for him in two hours,” she laughed, “Harrison I get why you don’t like it, but I’m just gonna go and explain the situation. Then he’ll understand why I’m not interested and that’ll be the end of that, alright?”
He knew she was trying to help but it only fueled his anger, he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else being with her. Not even for a night.
“No, you can’t go. Please, just cancel it.”
“I’m not cancelling a half hour before we’re supposed to go out,” she frowned, “And you’re not gonna boss me around like that. I explained my reasoning to you and that’s that, so I’m gonna go and then we can meet back up after. I think you need to cool off a bit anyway.”
He shook his head, “I said no, you’re not going.”
She narrowed her eyes at him and pulled away, “You should go Harrison, I’ll call you when I get home.”
“You said you loved me, you can’t go out with him, please,” he pleaded again, “Just stay here instead.”
“No,” she shook her head, “Look you’re freaking me out, I’m leaving, maybe you should go talk to Tom about it or something.”
“Don’t leave,” he grabbed her wrists again, holding her in place as she tried to leave, “I’m sorry, I’m just worried about you. I mean what if you reject him and he freaks out or something?”
“That’s why I’m doing it in public,” she frowned as she tried to pull away again, “Harrison let go of me.”
“I can’t, not if you’re going to go out with him.”
“Let go of me now,” she said more sternly, trying once again to pull him away, “Seriously Harrison, you’re scaring me.”
Anxiety was swelling in his stomach, he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt her of course, but he couldn’t bear letting her leave, he was sure something awful would happen if she did.
“I’m sorry.”
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(y/n) head throbbed against her skull as she forced her eyes open. Her room came into focus slowly, she found her hands tied above her head, securing her to her bed frame. She tugged against them but the bindings wouldn’t budge.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Harrison warned, his voice came out broken and scratchy.
She looked over to him, seated at her desk, he’d obviously been crying, “Haz?”
It all came back to her slowly as he stood up. He came to sit beside her on the bed, his face falling as she tried to scoot away from him.
“I won't hurt you,” he tried to assure, “I didn’t mean to hurt you earlier, I just wanted you to stay.”
“You tied me to my bed!”
“I’ll let you down soon,” he promised, “I just needed to make sure you wouldn’t try to leave again.”
“Harrison you have to let me go,” she tried to reason, “I know this isn’t you, we can get you help.”
“I don’t need help, I just need you, I need us,” he brushed her hair off her face.
“Haz please, let me down, let me help you.”
“I’m helping you, I’m keeping you safe,” he kissed her forehead as tears began rolling down his cheeks, “I love you so much, I just want what’s best for you.”
“This isn’t best for me, even if you keep me here I’ll never be happy, please,” she pleaded, “Harrison I love you, I’m not gonna leave you but you need help. We can still put this behind us, we can figure out what’s wrong.”
She feared he’d keep her there forever, or do something much worse. Harrison was usually the calmest person she knew, she’d never seen him so unstable. She was scared for both of them.
“You can be happy with me,” he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her, “We can be happy together.”
“Haz please.”
“We have to be together, I’ll die without you,” he cupped her face as he watched her eyes grow glossy, “Please don’t cry pet, I can’t handle watching you cry.”
She tried to hold herself together, “Just let me go Harrison, we can talk about this. You don’t have to feel like this.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead and closed his eyes, “Just a little longer pet, I can’t let you go until I know you’ll stay, that’s the only way you’ll be safe okay?”
She said nothing as he wrapped his arms around her. Both sat teary eyed, fearful of what was yet to come.
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