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swanimagines · 30 days

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can you talk about meeting freddy??? so cool that u did omg!!!

Haha of course! I'm still buzzing about it 🥰

Ok so, I'll go day by day. Below read more we go:

After the opening ceremony, there was a meet & greet for Gold ticket holders (including me). At Starfury, meet & greet means we're in these large rooms with round tables, and the guests/cast come to our tables one by one and talk with us for a few minutes.

Well, after the first guest left our table (Amita, who was an angel btw 😭❤️), I changed seats at our table to sit with my friends.

Well then Freddy comes and sits right next to me. And I'm like 😳

Well, he asked how are we. I looked at my feet and noticed I left my bag next to my old chair, so I said I'm gonna get it and Freddy apologised for it for some reason?? I just said "no no it's fine".

I listened to the conversation with my other ear while fetching my bag so I could dive right back into the conversation, but I thought I heard one of my friends saying their name.

So, because Amita began with asking our names, I assumed Freddy does too.

So when I sit back down, I smile at Freddy and say "Jenni".

He leans closer and says "sorry?"

And I thought he doesn't hear me so I lean closer too and SHOUT "MY NAME IS JENNI!!!!!!!!"

He looks at me confused and I'm just thinking "why is he confused, he asked our names?? Oh his eyes are so blue..."

Then he repeated my name after me, he got it right the second time and I'm like "oh you pronounced it pretty good!" (No one who's not Finnish ever gets it, so it was really weird to hear Freddy saying it correctly 😂)

And then

He turns to others and asks for their names.......

So I had just screamed my name at his face unprompted and without anyone asking 😊

I was silent after that and don't remember what he talked about for the rest of the time of him sitting there 😭

Saturday. The day began with Photo OPs and I was nervous af. Which resulted into me looking like a potato in all my pictures and I forgot to smile with my teeth 😭 But the hug was good. He first wrapped only one arm around me and I hugged him from the side but then turned to me fully and wrapped the other arm around me too. I look so dazed in that pic 😂 + He touched my hair.

At the autograph table, I told him about my gift which contained a letter and two Finnish chocolate bars (Fazer) because the other is for Caroline. He told me I'm sweet for thinking about her too 😭

And the last thing happened on Sunday, at the second round of autographs. We got a group photo of them for free and we could get them to sign it again. So this time, I wanted to clarify that the letter may read as trauma-dumpy but I'm not trying to make him feel sad, and told him to just read it. He promised to read it, and I proceeded telling him as a short version of what the letter contains. (Him inspiring me back into photography and it helping me cope when my dad died the following summer)

He said "oh, I'm so sorry" and then asked to see my photos 😭 (I had my camera hanging around my neck) So there we were with out heads nearly pressed together looking through my pics for about 10 seconds 😭❤️ The autograph did a flap flap flap noise in my hand while we did it, and my hand shook for a few minutes after I walked away.

That's it. But I'll meet him one more time, he'll probably bring me his therapy bill for shouting at him so kinda obliged to 🤷🏻‍♀️

(And at the closing ceremony, I got the best seat to take photos and people think I was one of the hired professional photographers there because of those + Sunday panels photos 😂 My photos are constantly shared around the internet now. Which is cool, but the less cool thing is that they go around without credits because people think I was hired there = I don't need credits)

#freddy carter #starfury conventions #into the fold

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bigilante · 4 years

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Okay... You ready? Cuz this request is the finest one I have made so far. Haz and y/n buy their first house or apartment together. On their own, away from the boys. And Haz is determined to have y/n on every surface possible. In every room. Just. Constant. Sex. Everywhere. Tadaaaaaa. Love you 😘

lord almighty 😳 got carried away

→ smut under the cut → 858 words

— it had started with a simple joke, a little teasing while you were sitting on the living room floor unpacking one of the many boxes that littered each corner of your new flat. he had come sit down next to you and started to pepper kisses all along your neck until he had you pinned down on the rug you had managed to place under you to make the hardwood floor a little bit more comfortable. “you know why I was so pumped to finally get our own flat?” he mumbled against your neck.

“why?” you responded in a sigh, his tongue swiping the spot he’s been sucking at.

“‘cuase now we can fuck wherever and whenever we want.” he nearly growled, sneaking his hands under his shirt you wore to grab two handfuls of your breasts. and he had stuck to his plan, taking you on every little corner of your decently sized flat. against walls, tables, chairs, both bathrooms and bedrooms, windowsills. every surface had been used to prop you on to fulfil his and yours desires and it was amazing.

the kitchen was his favourite, there were so many ways he could have you with all the counters and stools in that room besides he loved sneaking behind you while you cook and just turn the calm and relaxed atmosphere of you preparing your foods into one that was filled with a different sort of heat.

now at two in the morning, drunk on wine from your wine and homemade pizza night you and harrison were finally tackling the very last spot that you had been avoiding due to how visible it was from outside. he had his head buried between your thighs as fresh air hit your expose skin from the slightly ajar window. “baby,” you whined when he sucked you off particularly harsh on the right spot. “i want you, haz.” you moan, the words immediately making him perk up and separate his mouth from your raw core.

“shit, say that again.” he mumbled at the same time he crashed his lips with your in a sloppy kiss.

“hhm, i want you now, harrison. please.” you complied, your words muffled by his mouth but he managed to understand them and grunted as his hands sneaked inside his joggers to pull his hard on out.

“hold your legs up, darling.” he instructed a little out of breath and you did as told, spreading your thighs and holding them open by gripping them right under your knees. the new position made you lean back onto the panel of the barely opened window where you were propped, the cool crystal now flush to your back sending shivers down your spine. “that’s it,” his thumb came to centre and started rubbing it clumsily, spreading your arousal all over it as he tried to guide his cock with as much precision as the alcohol in his system allowed him.

a gasp left your throat when his shaft began to stretch you out the more it propelled into you. he cursed and moaned loudly provoking your hand to fly to his mouth to cover it, “shh, the neighbours.” he nodded his head and his hand replaced yours under your knee as he drew his dick out of you just to slam it back in knocking the air right out of your lungs almost making you cry out, his own grunts and moans muffled by your palm.

your head bumped against the window each time he thrusted into you, the soft music you’ve been playing was drowned by the sound of your bodies. wet and sloppy were the only words that could describe it and as gross as it might sound in that moment, served an arousal enabler for both of you. “uh y/n,” he moaned against your palm, the mere vibration of your name being called that way prompted you to uncover his mouth to be able to touch yourself. “god, you’re so fucking hot,” he nothing but growled before thwoing your leg over his shoulder and leaning in to capture your lips with his, the new position allowing him to dive deeper into your sensitive sex hititng the right spot with precise and firm strokes.

“fuck, harrison! don’t stop!” you let go of your thigh to be able to wrap it around his moving hips in order to keep him going, your walls contracting with each stroke as more and more pressure built between your hips.

“argh, y/n!” neither of you cared about the hours of the night that it was anymore, nor about the neighbours that would most likely file a complaint with the landlady. “cum with me,” he struggled out, your head nodded frantically in confirmation and as if his words set you off both were unable to hold back much longer, you felt him coat your walls right before your own body tensed up in the process of welcoming your high.

pants of each other’s names filled the room as both came down from your frenzy, drunk giggles forcing their way out as he kissed you lovingly. “street window. checked.” you signalled check with your index finger and another fit of giggles invaded you and your boyfriend.

#my writing #blurb #smut #this is just skjdksd #harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x reader

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