Afternoon

a harrison osterfield one-shot

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff, language, alcohol, smoking weed (brief)

Summary: You love him. He loves you. And there was no reason you and Harrison shouldn’t be together. But when is it ever that easy? 

Word Count: 5k

Author’s Note: This was an idea I randomly had after making this moodboard hoping it would give me a creative spark. I also have a love for writing best friend Tom in my Haz fics so I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it! I’m super nervous about this so if you like it, feedback is always welcomed and I’d love to hear your thoughts! 

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The curve of his lips as he smiled into the kiss. The way he hummed against your neck as the blissfully intoxicating scent of your perfume swirled around his senses. 

You rolled over, eyes still closed and desperate not to lose these dreamy images in your mind. 

The way you gasped as he nipped at your shoulder and left behind a mark that wouldn’t fade away for days. His abs tensing while your fingers slid down to where he needed your touch.

Your face was buried in the pillow now while you pressed your thighs together beneath the covers. It was too early for this, you told yourself. But…you weren’t complaining. 

His lips brushing against the shell of your ear as your name breathlessly fell out in his low accent. His hands needy and exploring your body…

*BUZZ* *BUZZ* *BUZZ*

You grumbled as your alarm blared to life and those thoughts faded from your dream-filled vision. Yawning, you sat up slowly and tapped your alarm off. You then blinked at the figure moving around your bedroom. 

Positive Affirmation: “I will receive the good news is have been waiting for or I will get some type of good news this week”

🙄😇🔔🕯🕯🕎💡📰📃📤📭📅🗝🔮🏹🕯📺📟📞☎😇🌛🌞☄🌈🔥😚📌📰😎🌛

this is the perfect grade of good luck

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary:

First date jitters… for a fake date? It’s barely started and it feels like you’re already racing towards a train wreck. 

When your ex-boyfriend calls in a favour and asks you to fake date his best friend at said best friend’s ex’s wedding…you probably should say no.

Warnings: swearing, stupid to lovers cliche, melodrama and rom-com vibes

Word Count: 2.2K

Chapter Two

It’s a quiet Saturday morning, a bit earlier than you’d prefer. Your new routine has been working yourself to point of burnout during the week and crash on the weekends. Healthy? Not exactly. But that’s the life of struggling university graduate.

Except, this morning — you’re dressed in the cutest casual outfits you could muster from your disaster wardrobe and you’ve gone for a no-makeup makeup look (which takes a lot of time for something so subtle). And you’re waiting in your living room, peering out the window, like a puppy waiting for their owner to come home.

Your phone buzzes and you leap up.

Tom: I’m outside!

You have first-date jitters. First date jitters… for a fake date? It’s barely started and it feels like you’re already racing towards a train wreck.