#harrison osterfield request

[pbnjparker]

sooooo i'm down to my last two requests! so pls send some in to keep me occupied while i write out my first ever tom x college!reader fic :p

im so excited to see what y'all will submit!!

[writetorace]

23. With Harrison “Who’s bra is this?” Congrats on 100 followers

Thank you 😊 hope you like it 💖

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Prompt 23 - Who’s bra is this?

When you first moved in with Harrison, one of the first things he did was add you to his insurance policy for his car. He trusted you with his heart so he could trust you with his car.

You had your own, so it was not like you had to drive it often, but he would lend it to you if your car was at the garage or you needed to drive long-distance, his car being the comfier of the two. The thing about Harrison is that he always cared for your comfort; on long drives, you would choose the music and the car's temperature.

He was a sucker for you, and everyone knew it. The boys often teased him for being whipped for you, but he claimed it was love. The thing about Harrison was that he was truly and utterly in love with you. He was at the point where if you suggested going to get married, he would book it for the next day, just to call you his wife legally. He didn’t need the paperwork, but he wanted it. He wanted it all with you.

When Harrison left to go film for ‘The Irregulars’ in Liverpool, he left you his car. He claimed that the train would be easier as he could travel with his castmates to go over lines in preparation. You didn’t mind in the slightest; this meant that you could get his car valeted for him as a surprise. It was something that he had meant to do for a while but just hadn’t gotten around to doing it. He was always surprising you; it was time you did the same for him.

Driving to the valet place you dropped the keys off as you went to the shops nearby. Popping into Victoria’s Secret, you chose a few new pieces, even trying some on to take photos to tease Harrison with. Of course, his reaction was one of lust, he loved to see you, and he loved to see you love your body too.

When you got back to the valet, a worker informed you that the belongings left in the car were in a bag in the boot, giving you a weird look as they did so. Placing your shopping in the boot with your belongings, you headed home. You had to admit to yourself that the car looked brand new sat on the drive outside your house.

Once all of the bags had been taken out of the car, you went to go through the bag from the valet to decide what needed to go back into the car, when something caught your eye. Pulling it out you were shocked.

Never in your life did you think that you would find another woman’s bra in your boyfriend's car. It didn’t look like one of yours, the size looked wrong. You confirmed this by looking at the label, and it was indeed a different size.

What was Harrison doing with it? Taking a photo of it, you sent it to Harrison with the caption ‘look what I found in your car’. Immediately your phone started to ring, Harrison’s name and photo filling your screen.

“Y/n, love. I have no idea who’s that is. I’m as shocked as you are. Please believe me, sweetheart.” His voice was pleading, and you wanted to believe him. He had never given you any reason to doubt him before.

“Harrison, I kinda need you to figure out who’s this it. My mind is coming up with all sorts of ideas, and yet I don’t want to believe any of them, I want to believe you.”

“Tom, he borrowed the car one-night last week. His was in for repairs.” With that, you hung up. You needed to figure out who’s this bra was.

Forwarding the photo to Tom, you sent the message ‘do you remember this?’. He didn’t respond straight away, but when he did, you were relieved.

It was short and simple ‘yes, I also remember who wore it. I got lucky, just don’t tell Harrison it was in his car”. Unluckily for him, it was too late for his best friend to find out.

To put Tom through what you had been through, you kept it simple. ‘He knows, by the way, you owe me for the valet”.

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[sleepyhollands]

Heyy so for Harrison for your blurb night something cute along the lines of you in a messy bun and his sweats and he thinks you look adorable even if you don’t believe it idk something like that

it was an average friday night. y/n cuddled up on her couch, sipping warm tea in sweats and a hoodie as she binged her favorite show.

harrison hadn’t told her he was coming over. it was a spontaneous decision on his part, and he figured she wouldn’t mind the company. so when y/n heard a knock on her door, she was sort of shocked to see her boyfriend standing there waiting to be let in.

he’d made himself at home, like always. now, it was the two of them cuddled up on her couch, sipping warm tea as they binged her favorite show.

harrison’s arms hugged y/n’s waist loosely from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as she sat on his lap, enjoying the season finale on the screen ahead of them.

“you’re so gorgeous,” y/n heard him whisper in her ear, causing her to jump a little from surprise.

blushing profusely, she replied, “i’m— no, i’m not.”

harrison’s arms tightened their grip on his girlfriend slightly. “you are.”

“haz, c’mon. look at me. i’m in a pair of three-year-old sweatpants and a goddamn ‘virginity rocks’ hoodie.”

“funny, ’cause i can confirm you are not, in fact, a virgin.”

y/n giggled. “shut up, that’s not the point.”

“what, i can’t tell my girl she’s gorgeous?”

“you can, i guess. doesn’t make you right, though.”

“why, just ’cause you’re not dressed up or wearing makeup? you’re beautiful like you are, y/n, i’ll tell you every day until i die.”

“that day’ll come soon if you don’t shut up, the episode’s just getting good.”

“okay,” he laughed. “but you are, though. i swear it.”

y/n smiled over her shoulder at him.

“i really love you, y’know that?”

“love you more, pretty girl.”

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[madelynsbooknook]

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“You’re scared aren’t you?” “What? No! Don’t be ridiculous.” “Alright then I’m just gonna let go of your hand....” “NO

For Harrison osterfield

This is the first request I have gotten so I’m excited to write this!

Warning: Swearing, Fluff

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You would be lying if you said you didn’t absolute love autumn, especially October. Going pumpkin picking, haunted houses, corn mazes, costumes, all of it was amazing to you. You’re boyfriend loved autumn as well but no where near as much as you. He also hated haunted houses. He claims it’s because they are ‘lame’ but you know it’s because he gets scared easily.

It was October 23rd, you and Harrison decided today would be a good day to go pumpkin picking and then later tonight you would go to a haunted corn maze. The only way you got him to agree was to beg with those adorable puppy eyes that he could never say no to.

You were about ready to go and so was Haz. You were wearing his hoodie and some legging, it wasn’t anything special. 

When you both arrived to the haunted corn maze you were out of the car wasting no time whatsoever. Haz chuckled and quickly got out and followed you, gently interlacing his hand with yours. 

You waited in line for about 10 minutes and finally you were able to go in. You were so excited and Haz looked like he was about to shit himself, and what didn’t help him was someone decided to jump out from the corn and scared him half to death.

“FUCK NO!” He screamed acting as if he was about to punch the guy but you quickly grabbed his hand before he could. You were trying so hard not to laugh.

“You’re scared, aren’t you?” You said cheekily smirking knowing he was scared shitless.

“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous.” He said way too defensively while squeezing your hand a tiny bit as he looked in every direction to make sure no one would jump out at him.

“Alright, then I’m just going to let go of your hand...” You said while trying to pull your hand away from his.

“NO!” Your hand didn’t even make it out of his grip before he pulled you close holding onto you for dear life.

“For god’s sake haz they are actors. We live with an actor and I don’t see you this scared of tom all the time.” You said giggle while hugging his arm as you continued to make your way through the maze.

You got a small chuckle out of him which made you smile. “Shut up, you dork.” He said while he kissed your head softly and slowly.

“I’m your dork though.” You said smiling as he did so.

“Indeed... FUCK! YOU GUYS HAVE TO STOP DOING THAT” Another jump scare.

[ohholyfanfics]

Waitttt can I have 14 and 25 with Haz please 🥺💓 bless your sweet soul

Prompt(s): ‘you’re very warm… It’s nice.’ and ‘ah, you’re up. how’d you sleep?’

Prompt List: August Prompt Week Two

Note by Elle: I’m really feeling the whole UNI au’s lately. So please be patient and kind, as all my writing will be most likely au’s unless otherwise 😂😭

Her eyes were laced with sleep as she slowly watched the narrow hallway. The small two bedroom flat of his seemed larger than usual, the atmosphere slightly different as well. The smell of waffles hitting her the moment she reached the small livingroom. She could slightly make out his form in the kitchen, shirtless with his back to her.

“Waffles?”

The sound of her voice startling him. She chuckled softly as she stood by the doorway, hip rested on the wall as she eyed the boy before her. Cheeks lightly blushed as he looked her over, his gray t-shirt hanging off her body as she starred right back at him. Mind racing as he licked his lips.

“ah, you’re up. how’d you sleep?” she smiled softly watching as he went back to the waffle maker. Placing a waffle on a stack, as he tended to the bacon.

He watched her from the corner of his eye, her toe playing with a small crumb on the floor. Tongue poking slightly out, hands playing with the ends of the fabric. 

“you’re very warm… It’s nice..” he chuckled softly as he shut off the stove. Their eyes meeting as he walked closer to her. Arms wrapping around her middle as she tilted her head up to meet his stare. 

“Warm huh?” 

“Very..” 

It was silent between them as they both processed what had happen, was this her way of telling him she liked him. It was all so new, and so exciting, every stolen glance and soft touch. 

“Enough that maybe we can like do this again?” he asked as her cheeks flushed and she nodded her head looking down at the floor. 

“I like you Harrison, I'd do anything if it meant I got to spend even the slightest second with you..”

[probably-writing-x]

Too soon to say it

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Request by the wonderful @fanficparker

My requests are always open❤️

“Come on, it’s not that simple!” You shake your head, taking another handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and Harrison.

The two of you were in the middle of a video game night and were taking a break from your second round of Mario Kart. And the prospect of you moving away had just become the topic of conversation.

“Why would things have to change? We’re best friends!” He exclaims like a child, typical to fashion.

“I’m going to be in another country, you’ll be busy with work - I’m just saying things are likely to change,” You defend, trying to brush off the conversation topic quickly.

Harrison’s face falls as he pulls away the popcorn bowl before you can take some more, “You seriously think things aren’t going to be the same?”

When you look at his face, it pains you to be leaving him. The two of you had been best friends since your parents first taught you what a friend was. You’d been inseparable - closer than your parents and families ever expected from the two of you. You just fit together. And it grew and grew, from going to the same school, living on the same street, sneaking out to the same parties, and now living in the same London flat.

“Haz, we spend every day together here,” You explain, “I’m just saying it will be different because we won’t be living together, spending every waking moment with each other.”

“I have other friends,” He points out with a boyish pout.

“I’m just saying I won’t be living with you and it won’t be exactly the same, I’m not saying we’re just going to stop speaking to each other.”

He eyes you suspiciously and sets down the bowl once again, “If I win the next race, you have to stay!”

- - - - - -

“Harrison, have you seen my big suitcase?” You push yourself up from the ground as you’d been busy rummaging through your wardrobe to find it.

Today was the day you’d decided to first start packing as, three days from today, you were on your way to Spain for a year of teaching out there. It was something you’d wanted to do from when you were young. When the opportunity arose, not one part of you wanted to say no.

“I thought I’d left it in the bottom of my wardrobe but I-“ You start to explain to your roommate as you walk into the lounge.

There, in the middle of the floor, is the trusty suitcase that you’d been searching for. Though it’s misshapen and open with Harrison’s attempt to climb inside and zip himself in.

“Are you kidding?” You laugh, trying to shift the zip to expose him.

“I told you I could come with you!” He yells back from inside, his voice muffled by his contorted shape.

You’d dread to think how much effort he’d put into this, “And I told you that you could come if you bought your own damn seat on the plane. Get out of here, you div!”

“Okay, okay, okay,” He replies, “Get me out, it’s really hot in here!”

“Haz stop moving! The zip’s stuck!” You can’t help the exclamatory laugh that escapes your lips, “What the fuck have you done?!”

“Oh my god (Y/n) get me out!” The fear is seeping into his tone as he starts to wiggle around in the cramped space.

It takes a lot of yelling and too much stress but, eventually, he’s freed.

“You see what I’d do to keep you?” He comments, pulling his knees to his chest as he still stays seated in the case.

“Come on man, you’ll make me feel bad,” You sigh, “I’m only a few hours away.”

“But here, you’re a few steps away,” He comments, glancing between your retrospective rooms, “I don’t know, it’s going to be weird here without you.”

“It’s only a year, and you can still come and visit, I’ll come back for Christmas,” You remind him, the comments you’d already made a hundred times.

“I know, I know,” He assures you, reaching out his arm, “I’ve just never been without you.”

You blush a little and lean into his embrace, letting his arms wrap around you.

“Ew, God! Harrison you’re sweating!” You exclaim, pulling away from him.

“I told you - I was burning alive in there!”

“Get out of my suitcase then!”

- - - - - -

“How are you going to live without her, man?” Harry shakes his head, “I give it five weeks before this flat has gone to shit.”

“Five weeks? You’re being generous!” His older brother, Tom, scoffs as he hands a beer to his brother.

You and Harrison had organised a going away party at the flat for the night that was two days before you left. Giving you your last day to be just for you and Harrison - to prepare him to live without you at least.

“Let’s just say FaceTime will definitely be useful,” You nudge at Harrison’s side.

He didn’t seem much like himself tonight but you didn’t want to mention anything with all of your company around.

“Are you excited to leave, (Y/n)?” Harry asks, smiling in your direction.

“Nervous, worried, terrified,” You nod, “But definitely excited!”

You notice Harrison looking at you from the corner of your eye, his gaze not faltering. It’s deep and focused, like he’s clinging onto every last word you said.

The conversation flows from there on out but Harrison still manages to keep his eyes set on you with certainty that they wouldn’t lose you - in more ways than one.

- - - - - -

“Fancy sleeping in my bed tonight?” Harrison suggests as you’re both getting ready for bed, the apartment now semi-clean in the aftermath of the party.

“Sure, I’ll grab my duvet,” You smile and he heads out of the bathroom.

It wasn’t irregular for the two of you to share a bed, despite having your own rooms. You’d always grab both duvets and pool them into one bed for what Harrison called ‘optimum comfort’. Those were the nights where you’d sit and chat for hours and tell him a deep secret you were yet to expose. Or he’d confess to you that he’d got an audition coming up that he hadn’t mentioned. Or that he wasn’t ready for what life was throwing him.

“Thanks for tonight, it was lovely having everyone here,” You smile, “And you managed to invite everyone!”

Harrison smirks as he pulls back the covers of the bedspread, “I’m getting better.”

“Were you okay, though?” You bring it up eventually, “You just seemed a little quiet.”

He climbs into the bed and snuggles into his half, “Just feels strange that you’re leaving in like a day.”

You smile a little and climb in beside him, “We’ll be okay, Harrison? I’m not going to move to Spain and act like I’m living a new life.”

“I know, I know,” He shakes his head, “And I’m so happy for you, (Y/n), honestly.”

You smile a little at him and let the conversation fall silent. There was still something he wasn’t telling you.

“I’m so scared, H.”

The statement makes him bolt upright like a sudden danger had sprung upon you, “What do you mean?”

“I’m moving away from everything, what if I hate it? What if I’m a really shit teacher? Or I just don’t fit in with anyone there?” You ponder, “I’ve been waiting for this like it was all going to just be easy. But it’s probably the scariest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Hey,” He starts, “I think it’s impossible for you to be shit at anything - and you’re a people person with literally anyone, you’re practically fluent in Spanish more than English now, and it’s all just going to fall into place. It always does.”

You snuggle into him and wrap your arms around his torso, “It’s just a big move.”

“Of course it is, but don’t you remember telling me this plan when we were like ten years old?”

You chuckle, “We were sat in that fort we’d made in your garden.”

“And you told me that you’d already planned it, though you didn’t really know much more of what you wanted to do.”

“And you told me you wanted to be the next Leo DiCaprio,” You respond, glancing up at him with a smile.

“I’m getting there,” He wiggles his brows, “I promised you I’d thank you when I won an Oscar.”

You laugh, “Your Mum used to get so fed up when we ended up falling asleep out there. It used to get so cold!”

He smiles and holds you a little bit tighter, pulling up the duvets until they’re up to your chins. It feels like you could stay here forever.

“Well, we still have one full day,” He points out, running a hand through your hair.

“What do you fancy doing?” You ask quietly, fatigue taking over now you were wrapped in Harrison’s arms.

He pauses to think of any valid answer but his pause is just long enough to mean that you’re already falling into a slumber in his arms. When Harrison looks down at you, it’s like his whole world is wrapped up in this bed you’d struggled to put together when you first moved in. He lets your even breaths take hold of his thoughts as he circles through the motions of realisation that always occurred when he was this close to you. At what moment did he fall in love with his best friend? At what point did that ‘other half’ manage to grab a hold of his heart? And would he really let her leave without confessing that? It tugs at his heart to think of a day, a week, a month, a year, without her. But it makes things even worse that she’d been leaving with the lie he’d upheld since he first realised that his heart fluttered when she was near. And that didn’t happen with ‘just friends’. It’s not like Harrison when he feels a tear spill onto his cheek and trickle down the length of his face.

“God, you’ll be the death of me,” He mutters into the silent room, swiping at his face to stop any more tears.

- - - - - -

Your last day at home goes all too quickly, you run through everything with Harrison to make sure he was all set up for running the flat on his own. You check your packing once, twice, three times, before settling on the fact that you’d buy anything you’d forgotten once you were out there. You get your passport and your other essentials ready for the early morning. And just like that, the only thing left is leaving.

You find yourself sat out on the small balcony that came with this apartment, overlooking the typical city streets of London. It feels overwhelming to leave a place like this behind. You’d never been apart from home. First, it was your family, then it was Harrison. Wherever you went, there was a piece of home with you. You’d never really had that experience of being separate from it. Maybe you’d meet somebody out there that would become another piece of that home. But the prospect of a love interest was still yet to become of interest to you. You had everything you needed. Plus, Harrison was always hard to explain to any prospective love interests.

“Am I interrupting?” Harrison asks cautiously as he steps through the window and out onto the balcony, “You looked a little lonely.”

“Just thinking,” You give him a warm smile as he comes to stand beside you on the terrace.

He hums in response and let’s the silence engulf all of you once more. His lungs are screaming for him to say a thousand words with the breath they hold, his heart is yearning to stop feeling so tight at the thought of you. His head feels weak at the thought of processing one day without you.

I love you. Not in the way we’ve been saying since we were little. Not the ‘love you’ or the ‘love ya’. It’s I love you. Simple. Is it? I don’t know where it started, what caused it, why I can’t change it. But it’s consuming, heavy, crazy. It’s in every action you do, every word, every gesture, every expression. Living a life without you would be hell. But living a life where you’re always just my friend? That feels like a punishment that no religion could conceive the thought of.

“Haz...” Your voice is what snaps him from his thoughts.

It’s only then that he feels the tears pricking his skin, slipping down his cheeks.

“Shit,” He mutters, “It must just be the cold.”

The beaming sun outside and the T-shirt adorning his skin tells you otherwise.

“You know if you start crying, I always cry,” You chuckle, outstretching your arms and pulling him to your chest.

Harrison doesn’t speak and it scares you that he’s not the one comforting you - was he really not going to be okay without you?

“I’m just thinking about all of the Spanish boys you’re going to fall in love with,” He jokes, “And you’ll forget all about that pale boy from home.”

“Come on, if they love me, they have to love my pale boy,” You chuckle, “You’re my best friend!”

The statement makes him wrap his arms around you a little tighter. Not for the reason you thought - for the fact that you weren’t going to leave him. But for the fact that that’s all he ever would be. The name ‘best friend’ that always held so much weight had now become completely hopeless. It pained him that he could no longer accept that.

- - - - - -

You were on the phone to your parents when Harrison first started trying to write down everything his brain had been aching for him to say. It felt like it would give some sort of relief.

Dear To (Y/n), Squidge, My Love, Div, and all the other names that this twenty something years has given you.

We’ve been over this a thousand times, how you’re leaving me, how I’ll live alone, how Tom will get sick of me in the end. We’ve talked about it for hours because I started thinking that talking about things would make it easier. Make it easier to say goodbye to you.

It’s silly really - you’ll be back eventually. Whether that’s in a year, or two or three. You’ll be back. But I think it’s the fear of me realising that things are getting too late for anything to change. That somebody else could take my place could give you what I want to. you’ll leave and I’ll lose my chance of admitting anything real to you.

The truth is, for the past, well I don’t know how long, I’ve fallen in love with you. It wasn’t like I realised one thing one day and watched it develop. It’s like one morning I woke up and suddenly noticed it all. I noticed every single piece of you that ignites every single piece of me. I noticed who I am around you and how much I adore who you are around me. And, within that one day, it became blaringly obvious that things weren’t the same anymore.

I can tell you which exact day it was. It was not long after we’d moved in here. In June. We had a day at home where you decided to start decorating the lounge. You’d bought all of this new stuff that you’d been eyeing up for months. And it was all spread out on the floor. You were in this pair of grey joggers and a top you’d planned on wearing to the gym - although you never did get that membership. There was no particular thing that drew me to you. It was everything. It was the way you slipped in the kitchen in your socks as you tried to make a fancy lunch. The way you laughed and rolled your eyes when I failed to set up the coffee table. It was all of these parts of you that I’d never noticed enough.

He’s just starting to choke up when you say goodbye to your parents and he quickly folds up the page.

“Hey, we should probably start getting ready to go,” You lean against the doorframe and fold your arms.

Harrison glances up and nods, “Yeah, I’ll just sort myself out and we can go.”

You had it all planned. Sort out your final things, leave a little present on Harrison’s bed for when he got back from the airport, get to the airport with enough time to check in, and then you’d be gone.

- - - - - -

“Okay, is my passport in there?” You ask Harrison as the two of you are now parked in the airport carpark.

He’s in the back of the car rummaging through your carry on bag to check you’ve got everything in the right place.

“Yep,” He responds, “You’ve got your phone, laptop, purse, earphones...”

Harrison trails off as he slips the letter between the fold of your laptop - part of him hoping you’d somehow see it before you got on the plane. The rest of him hoping you’d never open that.

“Alright, then, we’re ready.”

- - - - - -

You’re just about to walk through to security when you and Harrison realise this will be goodbye. You want to take in every feature of his face. You wanted to memorise the way his eyes move when he smiles, the way his head tilts back when he laughs, the way his hair moves when he shakes his head. You wanted to memorise all of the features that made him your best friend, practically your other half.

“Alright, I think this is it,” You begin, looking at him a little hopelessly - knowing there was nothing you could say that would tell him how much you’d miss him, “I’m gonna miss you man.”

He smiles a little but it doesn’t meet his eyes, “Yeah, you could say that.”

“You’re all ready for the bills and stuff, and I’m sure Tom will be staying more often than not,” You assure him, “If there’s any complication with the rent or bills or anything, just let me know, okay?”

“(Y/n), we’ve been through the logistics!” He squeezes your hand, “I’ll be fine.”

You sigh and wrap your arms around him tightly, taking in his scent that always laced his clothes, “Thank you for everything Harrison.”

He pulls away gently and looks at you with complete focus, “Okay, there’s something I need to stay because, if I don’t, I’ll spend every day thinking that I should’ve done.”

You frown a little and take a step back.

He lets out a shaky breath, “God, I don’t know where to start. Okay, here goes nothing.”

“Harrison, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“I love you (Y/n). I love you with every single fibre of my body, every single piece of my heart. And I know that I shouldn’t feel like that. I’m not supposed to. You’re supposed to be the one girl that I wouldn’t fall in love with - the one girl. And I couldn’t do it,” He shrugs as tears start building up to blur his vision, “I know this is the worst time and I know that it’s-“

“Haz, what are you doing?”

He stops dead, lips parting slightly.

“I need to catch my flight, I don’t know what you want me to say... I...” You stumble, heart beating way too fast in your chest, “I can’t do this.”

“(Y/n), please,” He croaks out, hand reaching for you.

“You want this to be how I leave?” You pull away from him, “Harrison this changes everything!”

“I know, I know,” He nods, “But it’s consuming (Y/n/n). It’s killing me everyday that I’m not telling you that I love you. It’s killing me every time I convince myself that we should just be friends.”

You’re trembling as he talks - the panic of not knowing how to respond starting to trickle through your veins.

“You’re the only woman I’ll ever feel that way about.”

“Don’t say that,” You shake your head, “What do you expect me to say? Is this how badly you want me to stay?”

“No! God no!” Harrison tries to grip onto your hand again, “I just needed you to know.”

“I can’t do this Harrison, this changes everything.”

“No, no, it doesn’t have to change anything. I just-“ He stops, “There’s no way you could feel the same?”

You look at how helpless he looks and it breaks your heart into unfixable pieces, “I don’t know if I can give you an answer to that H. I didnt expect any of this.”

That’s when there’s a call for your flight. Perfect timing.

“I don’t need an answer. But if, or when, you find out how you feel, I’ll be waiting here (Y/n). I’ll always be waiting.”

With one last look at the possibility he’d left you, you pick up your bag and walk away - tears streaming down your face for a reason you’d never expected. You don’t have to look back to know he’s still stood there. And you don’t want to look back. You just let him leave you with those words.

I’ll always be waiting.

[marvelouspeterparker]

Your threesomes are so hot. Can you do one with tom and haz where haz is teaching Tom how to pleasure you?

you were sat in between haz’s legs on the bed, tom’s head between your thighs as his best friend gave him directions––a position you’d never thought but hoped that you’d be in. 

you could feel your boyfriend’s throbbing hard on pressed onto your back and the fact that seeing his best friend please you turned him on, made you even wetter. 

his hands were running up and down your sides, occasionally teasing your nipples, grabbing your breasts––the feeling making your back arch further into his touch. 

he leaned forward, his lips now teasing the side of your neck as left lingering kisses and marks, making sure to claim what’s his despite the circumstances.

haz spoke up behind you for the first time in a while, his voice raspy as he kept his attention on your neck, “kiss her thighs, slowly. make her wait for it.”

tom, following his friends orders, kissed up and down your thighs teasingly, leisurely, making sure to look up at you to see your reactions, to figure out which spot would make you weakest. 

you tried to buck your hips so tom would give you what you wanted, “tom please––” 

but he slung an arm around your waist, pinning you down, “patience, darling.” you could feel the smirk on his lips.

it felt like a lifetime until he finally leaned closer, his hot breath teasing your wet opening as you clenched around nothing at the anticipation of his touch. he smirked as he looked up at you before closing the gap and leaving a wet kiss on your heat, his tongue tasting you as he licked up and down between your folds. you let out a breathy moan and both boys groaned in response––you felt as if your head was spinning. the whole situation was surreal to you. 

you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the arms of both of the boys, letting out a whine as haz told tom to slide a finger into your opening. your hand reached down to grab at the brunet’s curls, making him groan into your heat, the vibrations only sending you closer to your high. 

haz pinched your nipples, making you hiss as he spoke again, “add another finger, mate.” 

if your eyes weren’t already closed, you know that they would have rolled to the back of your head. so tom followed instructions, easily finding that spot inside you that made your knees buckle. 

you whimpered, your grip getting tighter on tom’s hair and haz chuckled, “that’s it,” he bit your neck gently, “now suck on her clit until she comes.” 

your hips were struggling under tom’s arm as he brought you closer and closer to your high, his lips finding their way around your bundle of nerves. 

“come on, darling.” tom whispered, “that’s it, come for me,” as he brought you to the edge.

your body tensed and your thighs closed around his head as he continued to please you through your orgasm. “fuck tom––”

you could feel his proud smile against your wet folds as he finger fucked you and licked you until your body relaxed in his arms, your thighs falling back against the bed. 

haz brought a hand under your chin to have you face him before he kissed you, his tongue teasing yours, making you whimper into his mouth. “you did so well for us, love.” 

you smiled tiredly at him before looking down at tom who was cleaning you up with his tongue. 

“i think i need to take care of you two, now.” you smirked as the both of them perked up. 

[luckyfiction17]

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Sebastian Stan

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Warmth in the snow - Snow and planes don’t mix. Stuck in a locked down airport in the middle of the night with a handsome stranger can bring some warmth to a cold night.

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- Sebastian and reader stay overnight in a haunted house

- Sebastian and reader are co stars 

- Sebastian and reader have some gym fun 

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Marked for Revenge - A young thief battling for survival gets an interesting offer, one that she cannot refuse.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four -

Tom Holland

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I’d Destroy Him: Part One Part Two Part Three -  Y/N is in love with Tom just as much as he is her but will her mental health stand in the way of their happily ever after?

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Chris Evans

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My Favourite Mistake - Part Two  Alcohol and your best friends brother, what could go wrong?

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Series