#harrison osterfield and reader

[thollandneedy]

You (can)'t have both- Tom Holland

A/n: Y'all... if you know you know

Warnings: Make-out; sex mention; swearing and description of horniness 🤭

Summary: Y/n is annoyed by the fact that Tom and Harrison are fighting over her attention, so she decides to give them both attention…

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Y/n had always heard from her friends that friendships between men and women never worked out, because at a certain point in their lives, one side would end up developing feelings. The girl didn't understand how this could be possible, since she had two best male friends and nothing had ever happened.

Since Y/n had moved to London, she had found herself alone in many situations, until she met Thomas Holland and Harrison Osterfield through her apartment neighbor who invited her to a bar one night. When they met her, they knew inside that it would end up in a fight, as Y/n's charisma and seductiveness made any man want to get to know her better. The men's expectations were dashed when they heard Y/n say that she was enjoying her single life and didn't want to get into a serious relationship.

As much as they respected her decision, this didn't stop them from trying to win her over little by little, also sabotaging each other when it came to 'taking Y/n out'. On the same night that one of the boys asked her out, the other made a point of asking her out too, to test who she would choose first, or tried to get her attention by giving her compliments and glances. The girl couldn't lie when she said that it was tempting to allow them to continue playing this game, but she realized that their friendship shouldn't be affected by it.

Y/n was finishing applying a clear gloss to her lips, while she looked in the mirror waiting for Tom's message to appear on her cell phone saying that he was already at her apartment door waiting to take her to the pub quiz. Distracted by the music and her image, she received a notification from Haz:

'Hi, Y/n. Plans for today? I thought we could go to the cinema to see that movie you wanted :)'

The girl looks at the message, nods and closes her lip gloss. Her eyes met the mirror and she took a deep breath. She couldn't keep letting this happen, and she had to do something before this fight became something bigger. Y/n picked up her cell phone and answered:

'Come to my apartment. We need to talk. I'll wait for you'

Just as he finished typing these words, a banner appeared at the top of his phone with a message from Tom.

'I'm already here.'

'Come up to my apartment. We're not going out anymore'

Tom felt his heart racing, held his breath and quickly opened the car door to get out of the vehicle. The brunette smiled to himself, thinking that he had won the battle that had been going on for almost three months, allowing his being to take a drink of confidence so that he would be prepared for it.

Y/n took off her shoes and put them back in the closet. She also took off the clothes she had put on, putting on a more comfortable pair of warm socks, a sweater and black sweatpants. The girl walked quickly around the apartment until she finally settled down on the sofa in her living room, putting her nerves on hold.

In a few minutes, the sound of the doorbell ringing was heard by the girl, who hurriedly answered the door, only to be met by a sideways smile from the brunette who was waiting on the doorstep.

“Why did you decide we weren't going out anymore?” He asked, seeming to already have the answer.

“Because I'm waiting for Harrison to show up so we can talk.” The smile on the actor's face faded, causing him to slam the door behind him.

“What? Why?” he asks confusedly.

“Don't play dumb, Thomas.” Y/n turns his back on him. “Sit there.” She points to the gray sofa in her living room.

“What do you mean?” Tom asks, sitting down.

“I think you forget that no matter how good an actor you are, you can't pretend to be jealous and fight with Harrison all the time for my attention. Even indirectly.” The girl said, going into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“We don't fight.” He says, almost laughing.

“Not really, but there's a war going on inside, and it's killing me.” Holland hears the girl's voice as she approaches the room once more. “Even though I said I wanted some time alone, to really have friends, that still didn't stop you from thinking we'd have sex today.” Y/n points, then sips his glass of water and places it on the coffee table in the living room.

As soon as he put the glass down, a knock was heard on the door, causing them both to look in the direction of the noise coming from it.

“I'll be right there.” Y/n said loudly, heading for the front door that shared space with the living room

Y/n opened the door to find Harrison wearing a strong perfume around his neck along with a silver chain, a polo shirt and light jeans. Before he could even greet the girl, his eyes fell on the brunette, who was sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed.

“What happened?” Haz asked, glancing at Y/n, who only replied to allow him to enter so that she could close the door. The blond made his way to the sofa, taking a seat opposite his friend, who had greeted him by moving his head in a 'hey' gesture.

“Right.” Y/n says to herself, and stands in front of the two men who were staring at her, waiting for an answer. “You two need to stop that,” Y/n pointed at each other.

“What does she mean?” Haz asks Tom, who looks at him, his posture unraveling.

“The brawl we're having to get her attention.”

“That.” Y/n points out.

“We're not fighting. Why does that bother you so much?” Haz asks, leaning his back against the pillows.

“Because it's breaking up your friendship!” Y/n exclaims, spreading her arms wide. “Don't you realize that?”

Thomas and Harrison look at each other, quickly turning their gaze to Y/n once again, waiting for her to finish her thought.

“For God's sake. You pass each other around whenever it's about me, you can't be happy when I go out with one but don't go out with another, and you have this weird tension about who's going to get to fuck me first.” Y/n explains.

“We're not trying to do that.” Thomas defends himself by shrugging, trying to go unnoticed.

“So if I searched your pockets and Harrison's pockets, I wouldn't find a condom?” Y/n crosses her arms cynically, once again causing the men to look at each other.

“And why does that upset you, love?” Haz asks gently.

“Because it's your friendship that you're compromising over something stupid.” Y/n says, causing a brief silence.

The room seemed to get smaller than usual because of the tension that expanded in the air, causing discomfort for all three parties. Even with trepidation, Holland speaks up:

“What do you want us to do then? Watch you give up on us without knowing you'd win?”

Y/n grimaces

“Don't take it personally, dear. We're not playing with your feelings, but ever since we saw you in the bar that first time, we haven't been able to stop thinking about whether we'd have a chance with you or not. We may be your friends, but this curiosity has been growing more and more.” The blond tries to explain.

“Exactly.” Tom snaps his fingers and points at his best friend.

“And why is that so important to you?” Y/n insists.

“I think it's more about self-esteem, perhaps.” Tom thinks for a moment.

“That's what therapy is for.” Y/n says, drawing a laugh from the blue-eyed man.

“Therapy doesn't pay for the desire to have you.”

The girl opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. At that moment, she felt like she was in a fantasy, able to do whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted and in whatever way she wanted, since they were both willing to have her. As much as this fantasy crossed her mind in the most pornographic way possible, she tried to dispel it by denying it with her head and looking down.

“Look. If this is something that really bothers you and hurts you, let's stop.” Tom says, exchanging glances with the girl and her best friend, who nods silently.

“Yes. We know you need friends, and before we think about having anything more with you, we need to be good friends and look after you like one of us.” The blond reaffirms.

The girl runs one of her hands through her hair, feeling a loving warmth in her heart, but a greater warmth between her legs. The voice of her reason was screaming at her not to be impulsive, but her body was saying louder to take advantage of the situation. Feeling her breathing become heavier, her eyes met those of the blonde who was watching her, waiting for an answer just like his best friend. The girl approached with slow, uncertain steps. It was as if her gaze had changed completely, and now her posture was no longer that of a victim.

Tom looked at her, frowning and turning part of his torso to observe in more detail what might happen. Y/n looks Thomas up and down, saying:

“Can you wait for me?”

All the dominance he had taken for himself disappeared in seconds and his eyes now seemed to be begging for attention, accepting any crumbs that could be given to him. Without speaking, he agrees.

Y/n's focus returns to the blond in front of her, who has his lap embraced by the warmth of Y/n's lap, who sits on him without taking her eyes off him. The girl couldn't lie, saying that she wasn't sure what she was about to do, but she certainly knew that if she didn't do it, she would regret it. Without giving way to fear, she glued her lips to Harrison's, who didn't respond at first, making Y/n's body tremble with nervousness, which ended up being demystified when the blond held her waist tightly, bringing her lap as close as possible and kissing her deeply. Their mouths move quickly, escalating the kiss to a more desperate level. Y/n's hands slide to his neck, and he responds with a deep breath. The girl felt her body burning more and more, begging to be touched, so she guided Harrison's hand to her sweatpants-covered ass.

In that same vision, Thomas didn't quite understand what this was going to become, but his desire to have Y/n was much greater than any kind of possible discarding of the idea just because he shared it with his best friend. He couldn't deny that seeing her desperate made his hands squeeze his own legs in an attempt to relieve the hard-on that was building in his pants. Seeing Y/n rubbing her wet core, moaning low as if she couldn't bear everything that was going on inside her head. Thomas took a deep breath, watching the girl's every move, analyzing her needs so that he could fulfill them.

Y/n pulled away, feeling that her heart would burst out of her mouth if she continued. The blond stares at her, lowering his eyes again to her lips, but she pulls away, getting off his lap and crawling over to Thomas on the sofa where they were both sitting. His body froze as he changed his slumped posture into one of readiness.

“What are we doing?” He says almost in a whisper as soon as he feels her hand touch his covered thigh.

“I don't know.” She tells the truth. “But I know that even if you don't know it, you want it too.” Y/n says, finally climbing onto Holland's lap, who was already uncomfortable in his black jeans as the pressure his erection was putting on his pants became greater and greater.

Without being able to wait for her, he leaned forward and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in to kiss him. The brunette let out a satisfied moan from his vocal cords, pressing his erection against Y/n who responded with a moan of the same sound. The girl feels his hands tracing the side of her body, making her melt in his presence. He changes the focus of his hands to the side of the girl's breast, as if asking permission to touch her. Placing her hand on top of his, Y/n guides it to her breast, which is squeezed with desire, causing another tearful moan.

Just as Thomas was feeling, Haz couldn't deny the same feeling as if it didn't make him hard. Perhaps this was the first time he'd really considered a threesome with his best friend, but it certainly wasn't the first time he'd imagined Y/n completely submissive to his desire. Pulling away abruptly, making the kiss crack on Tom's lips, the girl stood up and was faced by the two men whose breathing was altered, lips red and hormones raging.

“Can you guys stop now? Did you get what you wanted?” The girl says, still catching her breath.

Tom and Haz can't look at each other, as if it's impossible to take their eyes off Y/n any longer.

“And did you get what you wanted?” Haz asks, leaving Y/n speechless.

“What?” The girl found herself lost amidst the wave of reality that had shocked her.

“You know what we mean.” Tom adds. “You're the only one sabotaging yourself here.”

“What if I told you I didn't get what I wanted?” An act of confidence takes hold of her.

A silence comes in response for a few seconds

“Just come over here,” Harrison touches the empty pad on the sofa.

“We'll show you, darling.” Thomas adds.

[jahayla-parker]

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

Habitually Offensive : Harrison Osterfield x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Bucky Barnes

Chris beck

[heytherejulia]

Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

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

word count: 1,4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Haz?’

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

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

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

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

[spideyssunshine]

new era starts now.

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

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

love,

chris :)

going to tag some of my old friends from my taglist below!

@hotforharrison @spideyspeaches @can-i-callyou-tonight @voguesir @parkerxreader @teti-menchon0604 @lillucyandthejets @parkers-gal @justafangirlduh @quacksonholland @thehumanistsdiary @theliterarymess @clara-licht @the-fan-18 @reptaysgf @writetorace @lmaotshollandd @megnotfound @itsbieberxholland @givebuckyhisplum @thirstiestpotato @lil-eesii-ye @0nico6 @piscesparker @aidinniram @heyafellows @ayooooooooooo @peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @lovehollandy12 @bigassnocash @prancerrparkerr @agbspidey @belovedholland

[babyparker13]

This is such a stretch but do any of my Holland fam girlies from 2020 remember an instagram acc called HarmonyHolland that used to post little fics because I swear I’m the only person that remembers it and I can’t find it anywhere, I neeeeeeed it back 😭

[nowimyurdaisy]

Masterlist

Holland & Co.:

Tom Holland / Peter Parker discontinued

Harrison Osterfield

Harry Holland

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Gilmore Girls:

Jess Mariano

Logan Huntzberger

The Summer I Turned Pretty:

Jeremiah Fisher

Formula 1:

Charles Leclerc

Lando Norris

Pierre Gasly

Daniel Ricciardo

Arthur Leclerc

[simp4manyppl]

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭💕- 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝-Holland-Holiday party

Your Pov:

"Love are you ready?" Tom calls out to me.

"I don't know!" I reply. Tom lifts an eyebrow and heads upstairs he walks into our shared bathroom and looks at me. I'm in the midst of doing my hair then I hear him chuckle.

"Tommy it's not funny!" I whine struggling to do my hair. He walks over to me and kisses my cheek.

"I have to get this hairstyle correct and then get my hair in order and- Tommy can you go check on the treats in the oven for me please?" I ask he let's out a sigh chuckle and leaves the bathroom

30 minutes later

"Y/n, Darling it's been 30 minutes what's wrong? My parents are gonna love you!" Tom asks as I leave our shared bedroom.

"Tom. and what if they don't?" I ask going downstairs. I look at him eye to eye and he cups my cheeks

"Don't say that! They'll love you. Trust me." Tom says. I sigh and nod.

(Your outfit)

"You look gorgeous." Tom whispers in my ear. I giggle and peck his lips which results to him moving his lips from my lips to my neck. He begins to kiss my neck as I grip onto his hair.

"T-Tom!" I moan out.

He makes his was for my collarbone one of his hands grip onto my ass and I let out a little yelp as he smiles against my collarbone.

"Tom we gotta get going!" I moan. His hand begin to slide down to my pants then his phone rings. He pulls away from me and I quickly get out of his grasp to go check on the treats.

"Yeah, we're on our way. We're just about to leave the house." Tom says. I pack up the treats and look at him.

He opens the door for me and I smile, we leave the house and make our way to his parents house.

When you got there

"Ready?" Tom asks me. I shake my head

"No" I nervously look at him. He smiles and looks at me.

"I'll be with you the whole time. I promise."  He reassures me. I nod and he unlocks the door.

"Tom!" I hear a familiar voice say.

"Hey Zen." He says with a smile hugging Zendaya.

"Hi Y/n!" She says.

"Hi Zendaya." I say with a little smile.

We hug for a while and  she looks at me.

"Are you okay?" She asks

"Yeah, I'm fine" I smile.

"She's nervous. Here lemme take this for for you." Tom says as he takes the treats to the kitchen.

"You don't have to be nervous they'll love you." She says. I nod and I feel a tiny hand grip onto my pants. I look down to see Zendaya and Harry's daughter.

"Oh Hi sweetheart" I say picking her up.

"Hi Auntie Y/n" She smiles

"Have you been good?" I ask the little girl who looks at her mother and her mother laughs.

"I hope she has. Or else ima going to have to tickle her." Tom says as he begins to tickle her. She laughs and pleads.

"I've been uncle Tommy I promise." She begs. Tom stops and I hand her over to Tom.

"Alright, I'll be taking Stella. Y/n hasn't said her hellos yet." Zendaya says as she takes her baby girl.

I hold Tom's hand and he leads me to the living room.

"Well look what the cat dropped in" I hear a man say.

"Oh my goodness you're even more gorgeous than the photos." I hear a woman say. I smile at them and Tom begins the introductions.

"Mum, Dad. This my girlfriend Y/n."Tom says I shyly smile.

"Y/n these are parents Dominic and Nikki" He says to me.

Nikkie gets up to hug me and I hug her back.

"Tom told us you would be a little shy. Just make yourself at home." She says

"Alright." I say as we pull away.

She leads me to a seat and sits next to me holding my hand in hers. I look at Tom who smiles at me and then heads up stairs.

"So tell me sweetheart, How did you two meet?" She asks.

1 year ago.

"Y/n! Y/n!" Kai calls out to me.

"What?" I  ask

"You will not believe who is sitting in the Café right now!" Kai says I raise my eyebrow and look around to see famous actor Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield. I'm not shocked, not nervous, I look at her.

"You want me to go take thier orders?" I ask and she nods.

I sigh and head over to the table.

"Hi, welcome to small space my name is Y/n how can I help you today?" I ask. Tom looks up at me and I look at him, he doesn't say anything but just leaves his mouth open.

"Hi Y/n, could I get a large Latte please?" Harrison asks.

"Sure thing, and for your friend?" I ask look at Tom.

"He'll be having what I'm having"  Harrison says. I nod and head to the back

A few minutes later I came back with the drinks.

"Alright. Here's two lattes" I say. I put Harrison's down and just as I'm about to put Tom's  down I'm pushed into him with his coffee spilling all over the table and his outfit...

"Oops my bad" I hear my little brother say.

"I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" I apologize.

"It's not your fault." He says as I quickly clean up the mess.

"If there's anything I can do to make it up to you I-" I say

"Oh no, you don't have to." He says.

I smile at him and turn around to go get more things to clean it up with.

"Actually, If I could get you number..."  He says.

I turn around and look at him

"Huh?" I ask

"You can make it up to me by getting my number." He smiles.

"S-sure" I say. He gave me his number and ever since that Tom and I would text eachother and meet up whenever he was in L.A.

Present Time

After telling Nikki how we met the family holiday party began.

We were currently in the living room with Tom's brothers and parents and Zendaya and her daughter.

It was almost time for us to leave and that's when Tom got a call.

"It was nice meeting you Y/n!" everyone says

"It was nice meeting everyone!" I say as Tom and I head out and get into the car.

"I can't wait to get home, you'll be moaning my name tonight" Tom says

His phone rings before I can say a thing

"Hello?" He says. He smiles and grips onto my thigh.

"No way. Alright. Call me later" He says hanging up the phone.

He kisses me and cups my cheeks.

"I got a role for an upcoming TV show next year." He says.

"That's great baby!" I smile and he kisses me again. We soon pull out of the driveway and make our way back to our house

"I can't wait!" Tom smiles.

"You'll do so great on the TV show." I say.

"Oh, I'm just as excited for the movie but what I really can't wait for is what I'll be doing to you tonight" Tom says.

I blush.

"I'm kidding. I'll be tearing you up tomorrow morning." He whispers. A/n; Hey! if you enjoyed this story, go check the rest out on my Wattpad @simp4manyppl (There's a lot of drama going on in this story!) if you do go read it make sure to comment a 💞 so ik you came from here!

[imagination0708]

Starstruck (Part 5)

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader, Harrison Osyterfield X Gracie

Tom's POV:

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

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

Y/n POV:

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

[monarch-butterfly-03]

Loathing Desires Teaser

"I hate you, Holland."

"I loath you too, darling."

The young, beautiful, and successful, Venus Walker, is known for her position managing one of the largest entrepreneur corporation in the world. Living a life in fame and wealth, Venus has worked hard for all of her successions. Finishing business school a year early at the top of her class, breaking through business deals that seemed impossible, and increased Walker Corp. stocks since she had begun working, Venus has proved that she is ready to take over the company.

Waiting for her father to retire and pass the company down to Venus, she continues to overcome struggles and challenges that are thrown in her way. But one problem has been constant throughout generations.

In the world of capitalism, there are a few things that are common: supply and demand, profit motive, and most importantly, competition.

Holland Enterprise has been a rival to Walker Corporation for generations. Starting with their great-grandfathers and has since been passed on throughout generations. The two companies hate another since they could remember. But when Venus is forced to socialize with Tom Holland, what happens when a spark appears between the two?

Will the spark be there from pure loathing? Or is there a deeper connection between the two that finally ends this family feud?

[websterss]

HARRISON OSTERFIELD

ONESHOTS: ‣ My Lady in Graceful Armor. ✻

‣ BACK TO: DISCONTINUED MASTERLIST

[jahayla-parker]

Requests are OPEN!

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[eugenedream]

im back in my haz era yall

— the whole day. 〖 domestic, fluff 〗

↳ summary : harrison comes back home and reader notices something odd about what he's wearing.

— all the same. 〖 angst 〗

↳ summary : trying to change someone never ends up well.

— easily. 〖 angst to fluff 〗

↳ summary : one drunken night takes harrison back to an old friend's flat, he finds himself unable to keep his feelings to himself.

— shock fest i — ii. 〖 awkward first meeting 〗

↳ summary : reader mistakes a stranger for her best friend at a halloween themed park.

— framed. 〖 fluff 〗

↳ summary : harrison is embarrassed to be seen in his glasses but you make it all better.

— a warm autumn day. 〖 fluff 〗

↳ summary : both reader and harrison have a crush on each other, after a while of pining harrison makes the first move.

— hoodies. 〖 domestic fluff 〗

↳ summary : reader finds harrison wearing her hoodie.

— secret. 〖 smut 〗

↳ summary : they finally decide to stop being a secret.

— what you deserve. 〖 enemies to lovers 〗

↳ summary : reader hates harrison and he's madly in love with her.

— when the party’s over. 〖 suggestive, angst 〗

↳ summary : harrison takes a stand for himself to protect his feelings, breaks things up with reader.

— the right kind of love. 〖 angst to fluff 〗

↳ summary : second part to "when the party's over" things get fixed.

— no way. 〖 fluff 〗

↳ summary : reader is worried she'll die single, harrison takes the opportunity to his feelings for her.

— take care of it. 〖 smut 〗

↳ summary : second part to "no way" reader is ready for harrison to take her.

— just tonight. 〖 angst, suggestive 〗

↳ summary : reader accepts a job offer across the world and is her last night with harrison.

— in your eyes. 〖 suggestive, fluff 〗

↳ summary : steamy make-out session turned into cuddles.

— from now on. — neighbours!au〖 suggestive, domestic fluff 〗

↳ summary : crushing on her neighbour might not be a one-way thing.

— as if. 〖 fluff 〗

↳ summary : drunk reader confesses her love for harrison the night before he leaves the country for work, at his return, harrison wants answers.

— a broken heart for a torn one. — soulmates!au + flowershop!au 〖 angst, comfort 〗

↳ summary : harrison goes through the pain of losing his soulmate.

— sunset. 〖 smut 〗

↳ summary : steamy maldives holiday.

— trends. 〖 smut 〗

↳ summary : reader tries a viral trend on harrison.

— a picture of us. 〖 fluff 〗

↳ summary : the boys are tired of seeing reader and harrison pining for each other so they encourage them to confess their feelings.

— sweet tricks. — roommates!au 〖 smut 〗

↳ summary : in which harrison is a tease.

— going down. 〖 suggestive 〗

↳ summary : in which harrison's arms are irresistible.

— wind down. 〖 smut 〗

↳ summary : second part to "going down" harrison comes back to finish what they started in the lift.

— second self. — roommates!au〖 smut 〗

↳ summary : harrison's injury has reader taking care of a very private matter.

[spideyssunshine]

please send me requests!!

i write for:

tom holland

mcu peter parker

harrison osterfield

harry holland

sam holland

lots of love, chris 💝

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[lnfours]

What about Tom taking osterfield reader on the kitchen counter (and Harrison can't know) and if just in absolute need of her and when the Harrison and guys come back and come into the kitchen they are wondering why the reader is so disheveled

oh my fucking god.

slutty sunday

the house was finally empty. your brother had gone off and run some errands, which left you alone with tom.

you and tom had been hooking up for the past couple months, the both of you finally giving in to each other after a night out. you two kept it under wraps, though. you didn’t want your brother to freak out and it would break his one rule:

‘no dating my friends’.

but that was the last thing on your mind as tom grabbed at your hips, his hips pressing against yours as he fucked you senseless on the kitchen counter. he pulled at your hair, whispering things that sent your knees weak.

“shit,” he mumbled against your shoulder blade, “so good for me, baby. c’mon, come for me. can’t have your brother see us like this.”

you were so close, so so so close when you heard the keys jingle at the door. you immediately separated, the two of you tugging back on your pajama bottoms. you busied yourself with making some coffee as tom rushed over to the fridge to make himself look busy.

you ignored your heavy breathing as your brother walked through the door. you turned around and softly smiled at him as he placed his phone down on the counter. the counter tom had just been fucking you so hard on that you were about to see stars.

“morning, sleeping beauties,” he smiled, eyes darting to you as you sipped your coffee. tom grabbed the eggs to start making himself some breakfast, even though he wasn’t hungry.

“you need a brush, y/n.” haz laughed at the state of your hair. you almost choked on your coffee.

“yeah, i know,” you said, “i’m gonna… go do that.”

you sped walked out of the kitchen, tom smiling to himself. your brother watched you with a confused look, but brushed it off as he looked over at his best mate.

“girls,” he sighed, shaking his head, “how was your night, mate? heard you leave your room.”

tom thought about how he snuck into your room last night, his heart dropping. he didn’t know, right? there was no way. he made sure you two were quiet.

“was good,” he said, nodding, “want some eggs?”

haz shook his head, “nah, ‘m good,” he scrolled on his phone, “but, if you’re screwing my sister, at least don’t do it on the kitchen counter. this is where we eat.”

he wasn’t mad. he knew the two of you had been eyeing each other for years.

tom dropped the egg into the frying pan in shock, choking on air as he cleared his throat, “what? no, we’re not-“

“i think you forgot we share a wall, mate,” haz laughed, “just disinfect the counter, would ya? im going to take a nap since the two of you kept me up all night.”