#Harrison osterfield request

[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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Hey everyone!

now that I have lots of free time I thought I would start writing! But I’m a bit stuck i was thinking of writing a haz osterfield story with multiple parts but I have no ideas so I would love if you could help me with ideas on what the story should be about. Also feel free to request some one shots for Tom Holland of Harrison osterfield and I will try to do them but right now I want to fous on my has story when I get some ideas.

thanks so much can’t wait to see your ideas and get started

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Reunited: Y/N L/N surprises Tom Holland at No Way Home premiere

We were all stunned at the premiere of Spider-Man: No Way Home by the all-star cast making their appearances including Zendaya, Benedict Cumberbatch and the man himself Tom Holland.

But one person was missing. Tom’s wife, singer Y/N, was seemingly absent from supporting her husband.

Of course, everyone understood that she was busy pursuing her own career, 3 months into her 6 month world tour, after her third studio album released.

Y/N has been joined by the couple’s three-year-old daughter, little Rose Nicola Holland, throughout her tour across the continents. The mother-daughter pair were accompanied by Tom for a couple of months before being separated for his own press tour.

So naturally, everyone expected Tom to be going to the No Way Home premiere alone, without his wife and daughter - including Tom himself!

But, part way through his interviews, Tom was distracted by an all too familiar pair of girls pulling up to the red carpet. He immediately excused himself to go see his family.

Y/N arrived in a sexy red 2-piece and blazer, with a shy Rosie hoisted onto her hip and tucked into her neck. She was also sporting a cheeky red-lipped smile as her husband sped over to the two of them.

Tom immediately took hold of his little girl, and she instantly perked up at the sight of her dad, planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. Tom was seen wrapping his arm around his wife’s waist and whispering into her ear.

Over the course of the night, we got many cute snaps of the family together, with Tom and Y/N constantly fawning over their little girl, or sharing affectionate moments between each other.

The couple have been together for 6 years, meeting just before Tom was cast as Peter Parker and just after Y/N released her first studio album. They have always been a fan favourite, especially with us here at celebtattletale.

So it’s safe to say that Rose stole the show when she was born and now on the red carpet for the first time, being the perfect addition to this a-list couple.

And we just can’t help but hope that, at some point soon, Rose will be getting a little brother or sister. Those two do make beautiful babies.

587 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

Family Fun: Chris Evans heads to the coast for a day at the beach with wife and kids

This weekend, Chris Evans (40) was spotted taking his wife and kids out to the coast of Massachusetts to enjoy a day at the beach.

The whole family were seen splashing about in the sea, a couple of the kids jumping over the waves, with the help of Chris, while wife Y/N (33) held the newest addition close to her chest.

Two months ago, the couple added baby Belle to their ever growing brood with Christopher Jr. (6), Flynn (4) and Mickey (3). At least now Mama Evans finally gets another girl in the house!

The family of six could be seen playing in the water in an array of colourful swimsuits. Y/N appeared in a black bikini, looking radiant with some of her postpartum baby belly clinging to her stomach.

Chris was evidently shirtless as he showed of his abs and chest hair in a pair of swimming trunks.

It was easy to see from the pictures that the paparazzi captured of Chris that a new tattoo has emerged, joining the collection he has on the side of his ribs.

During previous outings, fans had spotted that Chris had his kids names written on the right side of his body, and found his devotion to his family adorable.

And now little Belle's name is sat with the rest of them!

At any rate, the Evans family seemed to have fun at the beach, although the children were reportedly seem grimacing at their parents kissing.

Y/N and Chris have been together for nine years now and had a lovely winter wedding in 2015 when Y/N was already pregnant with their first child.

But we cannot fault the couple for their endless love, or the obvious devotion for their kids that they display constantly. Whenever Chris brings his family to an event, the world swoons at the perfection and displays of affection Chris shows to his wife and kids.

And this weekend seemed much the same, with Chris seen carrying his children on his shoulders and building sandcastles with them.

What an adorable sight!

789 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

Surprise at the Oscars! Y/N L/N is pregnant with husband Henry Cavill’s baby

Y/N L/N (32) is pregnant! Last weekend she attended the Oscars with husband Henry Cavill (38), showing off her sizeable bump to the whole world.

Y/N was nominated as best actress in a leading role for her part as Lowen Ashleigh in the film adaptation of Colleen Hoover’s romance thriller ‘Verity’.

The film was delightfully disturbing, with psychological terror and romantic drama spiced with lusty sex scenes.

And it was no surprise when she won, helped up on stage by Henry whilst cradling her stomach protectively beneath her dress. Henry barely let go of her and kissed her cheek as she went up on stage.

Y/N was looking gorgeous in an ivory, tulle gown with delicate flowers embroidered along the bodice and her shoulders. The tea-length style dress bulged over the actress’ belly beautifully.

And it wasn’t only Y/N showered with praise. In her speech, many references were made to her husband, Henry, thanking him for his support and love.

This all-star couple have been together for 7 years in total and married for 3 and the whole world has loved watching their relationship grow and blossom.

The two met in 2014 through a mutual friend and the tabloids went wild after seeing the two out to lunch together. However Henry admitted that it took him 8 more months to ask her out!

Both actors kept us waiting, with it taking another 4 years for them to announce that they had gotten married. Photos of the wedding were released a few weeks after their honeymoon to Greece.

They married in a beautiful outdoor ceremony from what we could see with Henry looking absolutely dashing in his suit and Y/N stunning both him and us in her dress.

And ever since, everyone has been waiting to see a baby Cavill appear. I guess we won’t have to wait much longer…

Y/N is seven months pregnant but neither actor has revealed the sex of the baby or even whether they know themselves. At least we do know that with such beautiful parents that baby will be adorable.

This is most definitely the best surprise we could have gotten at the Oscars this year!

855 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

#2

How Young? Chris Evans reveals he got married at just 19 years old

Chris Evans (40) has always been an actor that was openly devoted to his family and ever since he appeared on our screens there have been no dating scandals or other public controversies.

And that’s probably because he’s been married for as long as the world has known him and is constantly adding to his brood of adorable children.

Last night, Chris appeared on Jimmy Kimmel Live, promoting the launch of one of his newest projects, 'Lightyear', a story of Buzz Lightyear and his adventures to infinity and beyond.

Chris appeared looking sexy as ever in a blue suit, highlighting his muscles.

When Jimmy brought up who was most looking forward to seeing the animated movie, Chris immediately answered that his kids had been begging to see it ever since they found out that their dad was going to Buzz Lightyear.

It was then that Jimmy brought out a cute photo of Chris, his wife Y/N (39) and their 5 kids:

Brandon (18)

Lowel (14)

Rayne (11)

Teddy (7)

Laurelai (2)

The picture captured the 7 Evans's at a family event in their garden, a year after the birth of little Laurelai. And all members of the family looked their best, especially Y/N in a cute navy dress with a white floral pattern and low neckline.

Jimmy went on to ask Chris how long he and his wife had actually been married, as Chris became an actor fairly young and there was never a point where Y/N didn't seem to have been there.

Chris revealed that 'we got married right after her high school graduation, a year after I had graduated myself, so I was 19 and she was 18.

'We met in Y/N’s freshman year - my sophomore year - when she joined the cheerleading squad and I was part of the football team. Such a cliché, i know.

‘Once I finally asked her out, we dated all throughout high school.We were that couple that was obnoxiously in love, always holding hands and making out in the hallway.

‘And then after she finished school, we figured why wait? So we got married in a little ceremony in my mom’s back yard.’

When asked if it was tough being married at such a young age and then having his first kid only a few years later, Chris replied that it was difficult with Y/N getting her degree and him starting his acting career, but they made it work by just keeping talking to each other.

And now the high school sweethearts are as close as ever, living with their 3 sons, 2 daughters and 2 dogs - Dodger and Pixie, in Boston in the house that Y/N designed herself after she became an architect.

We here at celebtattletale wish the family the best and I'm sure that we can all only hope for a love like theirs.

1,138 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

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Missing Ring? Fans spot that Chris Evans' newly-wed is missing a certain piece of jewellery

Two weeks ago, Chris Evans (40) got married to the love of his life and partner of four years, Y/N L/N (28) in a small backyard ceremony in his hometown of Boston.

Everyone went wild when Chris posted a picture of him and his beautiful bride on Instagram after not revealing any information about his upcoming wedding, other than one would be coming.

And we here at celebtattletale can say with certainty that Chris chose a beautiful woman to spend the rest of his life with.

Fans have adored Y/N ever since Chris confirmed that he was in a relationship with a young woman back in Boston, and love seeing pictures of her and Dodger being posted.

She looked stunning on their wedding day, with her arms linked with Chris' in his simple suit, clinging to his muscles. Y/N wore a stunning white dress, flowing about her ankles.

And now Chris and his newly-wed wife have set off on their honeymoon to Italy. They have spent the past two weeks there enjoying marital bliss and trying to keep to themselves.

Chris has posted just one photo of their trip and fans couldn't help but notice that something was missing from the picture that Chris captioned: 'with you'.

Throughout their relationship, Chris has spoken about how many people noticed that his girlfriend wore a ring on her left ring finger, although the couple were not engaged.

The ring was in fact a purity ring, and despite not telling the public whether Y/N wore it for religious reasons or not, Chris has said that he supported her decision to keep that part of herself for herself only until she felt ready.

And although, the idea of purity rings has been criticised in the media, fans have applauded Y/N for choosing to remain abstinent until she wanted to share that.

So when they spotted that the ring was missing from her finger, everyone on Instagram began searching for the piece of jewellery, as it is usually worn by the partner or kept.

Last weekend, Chris and Y/N were seen snuggling up on their honeymoon by a paparazzo and when the pictures were published, it did not take long for people to spot the ring on a chain around Chris' neck!

While we hope that the couple spend the rest of their honeymoon in peace, we cannot help but adore their devotion to one another and how they support each other.

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I posted 245 times in 2022

That's 99 more posts than 2021!

68 posts created (28%)

177 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ellerosie2332

@chrisevansdaughter

@just-dreaming-marvel

@buckyownsmylife

@rainbowkisses31

I tagged 145 of my posts in 2022

Only 41% of my posts had no tags

#chris evans - 82 posts

#chris evans characters - 60 posts

#chris evans x reader - 51 posts

#ellen recommends - 47 posts

#fluff - 46 posts

#sebastian stan - 43 posts

#ransom drysdale x reader - 36 posts

#ransom drysdale - 36 posts

#angst - 29 posts

#sebastian stan characters - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 47 characters

#tom holland and harrison osterfield masterlist

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#5

Brother's Co-Star

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Brother’s Co-Star

Sebastian Stan x Holland!Reader

Summary: Being Tom Holland’s older sister has lead you to meet a lot of his co-stars. One however, catches your eye, and you catch his. Maybe you should have told your brother first.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight language, fluff, a little angst.

PLEASE DON’T STEAL MY WORK, REBLOGS ARE WELCOME.

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#4

Anxiety Support

Chris Evans x Daughter!Reader

Summary: Chris helps you through a panic attack after you are followed by a group of girls.

Word Count: +1.5k

Warnings: Panic attacks, Anxiety, Being followed when shopping.

Requested on Wattpad

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*

You had just graduated High School and were due to go off to College in the fall. As excited as you were to gain your independence, you were still worried about leaving the safety of your father’s home. 

For as long as you could remember it was always just you and your Dad. Your Mom left when you were born, signing all rights away to your Dad and was never seen in Boston again. Of Course, you still had your Dad’s family around you, especially your Uncle Scott. 

Scott had stayed with the both of you during Lockdown and for the longest months, it had just been the three of you. You moved to remote learning and only ever left the house to go out to the backyard. You Facetimed all your friends but none of them were going to the same College as you.

You had been accepted into NYU, the same College where your Dad went. You were going to study acting. Much like Chris had been, you were a theater kid growing up and had always had an interest in acting. Originally, Chris had wanted to keep you out of the limelight, much preferring to give you a normal childhood.

However, when you showed an interest in acting, Chris couldn’t help but become overwhelmed with pride. He offered to help in any way he could but also understood that you wanted to make your own image as an actress and not just as Chris Evans’ daughter. 

Acting wasn’t the only thing you seemed to get from your father. Much like Chris, you had severe anxiety. Both social and separation. You were extremely nervous about moving to New York and being away from Chris. Your separation anxiety was so bad that Chris had to hire you a tutor whenever he was out of town and take you with him. You had an agreement with the school that you would attend Summer School classes and that you would keep up the curriculum. 

There was a level of determination though when it came to you moving to New York for College. You wanted to make your Dad proud and hopefully start to work on your separation anxiety. You were on medication and had therapy to help you and so far it was working. Chris had also created a sensory room for you. It was filled with stress balls, fidget toys, weighted blankets, it was your favorite color but pastel rather than bright. The whole room was designed to be your safe space and Chris was the only other one apart from you who went in there. Even then your Dad only came in when you needed him to.

It worried your Dad a bit that you were wanting to pursue acting with your anxiety, he himself knew how difficult it could be but he knew that acting was what you wanted to do and he would support you whatever. 

*

You needed to get a few things before you went to New York. You would be moving into the dorms there but you wanted to keep your room at home how it is. You went out on your own. Chris had originally wanted to go with you but you knew you needed to build up some confidence to go out on your own. You were quite lucky that in Boston you weren’t followed around that often. However, you still sometimes saw fans of your Dad, who knew who you were.

You had almost finished getting everything you needed when something caught the corner of your eye. A group of girls probably about your age were all giggling and looking towards you. You put your sunglasses down off of your head and tried to ignore them. Despite that, one of the girls came up to you.

“I’m sorry, aren’t you Chris Evans’ daughter?” She asked in a high pitched voice. 

“Um yeah.” You awkwardly nodded, already feeling anxious.

“I thought so. I just wanted to say how much I love your Dad.”

“Okay then.” You tried to walk away but her voice caught your attention once again.

“Is he around then? I've always wanted to meet him.” She giggled.

“No he isn’t. Sorry I’ve got to go.”You quickly rushed away but not before you heard her mutter ‘rude’ underneath her breath. 

You felt your heart race and your breathing pick up. You felt a panic attack about to happen and quickly pulled out your phone and called your Dad.

“Hey Sweetheart, are you ready to come home?” You heard your Dad’s cheery voice through the phone. You automatically felt yourself starting to calm down a little. Chris could hear your heavy breathing over the phone.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked. 

“Dad, can you come pick me up?” Chris automatically knew something was wrong.

“Yeah I’ll meet you where I dropped you off. Is that okay?”

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#3

Honey Flower

Floriography – The Language of Flowers 

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You knew that getting involved with a married man wasn’t the smartest choice. But the love you held for Andy made all the pain worth it. Wasn't it? 

Word Count: 7k 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut (P in V, Fem receiving oral), Cheating (Not on reader), Swearing, Drinking, Marriage problems, Divorce, Age gap (Specific ages not mentioned), Mention of pregnancy. I think that is all but let me know if I missed anything. This is 18+ only. Minors DNI. 

(A/N: This is my entry for @starryevermore's Welcome to Angst City™ Writing Challenge. I honestly don’t know how good this I so any feedback is welcome. Please do not copy my work. Reblogs are welcome. 

Prompts: How Do You Say ‘Fuck You’ In Flowers? + Fifth Floor + Chris’ Pretty Boys: Andy Barber) 

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You have always loved flowers. Believing that there is more to them that then actual blossom. The Victorians used to use flowers as a way of communication. They would gift each other flowers to send a message. You studied floriography from a youthful age. Fascinated by how flowers could mean so much. They weren’t just for romance. The yellow hyacinth meant jealousy, the orange mock meant deceit and the trumpet flower meant separation.  

Flowers could also be given platonically, between mother and child or between friends. Pussy willow meant motherhood, moss meant maternal love and freesia meant trust or friendship. Working as a florist was magical to say the least. You watched as people tried to woo each other. You saw how people begged for forgiveness. Being able to make different arrangements for different circumstances was always a joy. Weddings, proposals, begging for forgiveness. There were also some not so great, arrangements for example funerals or when one person was dishonest with another.  

You grew up in England, living in the countryside, near the fields where wild flowers grew. Your favourites being daisies, which meant innocence or gentleness, asters which were a symbol of love and ivy which meant wedded love. Marriage. Something you had always wanted.  

When you were in your mid-twenties you moved to Massachusetts. Your Grandfather was sick and was requesting your presence. You barely knew him and only had met him a few times as a kid, but who were you to deny a dying man his final wishes. Turns out your Grandfather was fairly rich. Nothing dramatic but when he did eventually pass on he left you enough to start your own floristry shop in Newton.  

Your parents were going to stay in America too, to be closer to the family you grew up without. So, you decided to accept the money and open your shop ‘Floriography.’ You sold all kinds of flowers, each with the meaning provided. You hoped that when people came in that they would appreciate the knowing what the flowers meant. There was a small apartment above the shop where you could stay. Everything was going perfect in your life.  

*** 

‘Floriography’ was popular. Many people came in for their anniversaries and were so impressed that they often came back. Every bouquet you made was made with love. No two were the same. You wanted to make sure that each bouquet was personal and met the customer’s needs.  

About four months after you opened, a man walked in, and you were instantly intrigued. He was tall with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He walked with confidence in an expensive suit but there was some sense of calmness around him. You instantly felt intimidated by him he obviously held some kind of power. He walked up to the desk where you were standing, working on a bouquet of pink roses (perfect happiness) for an anniversary and was patiently waiting for your attention. 

You smiled up at him and asked him to just wait a second as you put the final additions on the bouquet before you gave him your full attention.  

“How can I help you?” You smiled trying not to give away your nervousness. 

“I just came in to have a look, you see my wife has been stressed lately and I wanted to get her something to cheer her up.” His voice was silky and calm.  

“Well, I can make you a custom bouquet for her if you like.” I offered. I had seen this many times a husband coming in to cheer up their partner. 

“Would you mind?” He asked hopefully. “I noticed that you have the meanings of each flower written down so I assume you would know how I can express my appreciation of her?” 

I was more than happy to help him. It reminded me of why I enjoyed my job so much. 

“Of course, well I could use a wild pansy, which means ‘you occupy my thoughts”? Or calla lilies which means ‘magnificent beauty’?” 

He interrupted you. “She does like calla lilies, and they have a great meaning.” His accent coming through strongly compared to your British one. 

“Well, they would look lovely with a little holly, which means domestic happiness. And forgive me if I am overstepping here, but as you are in my shop purely to cheer her up I believe that holly would be appropriate.” 

He let out a small chuckle. “You are not overstepping and yes I would like to this we live in ‘domestic happiness.’ Well, you’re the expert so I will leave it to you.” 

“That’s great. So, I will have these ready for collection tomorrow if you would like to collect them? If not fill out this card and I can deliver them for you.” I smiled at him. 

“I’ll collect them after work tomorrow if that’s okay. I think coming straight from me will mean more to her. Anyway, thank you so much for your help I really appreciate this.” He grinned at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow…” he looked down at the name tag on my apron “…Y/N” 

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#2

Unhappy? Happy

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Ari Levinson x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, Smut (Fingering, Grinding, Ari cums in his pants, Oral (Fem-Receiving), P in V, Unprotected Sex), Make-up sex, Fluff, Swearing. (I think that's all but let me know if I missed anything.)

18+ Only. Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: +1.6k

Summary: Ari wants to leave on another mission, but this time he has more to lose at home.

(A/N: I am reposting this as it didn't appear on any of the tags x.)

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The two of you had been at it for over an hour already. You knew how important the missions your husband went on were, but at the same time with two children in the picture, it was getting harder and harder for you to say goodbye to him each time he went. Especially with how dangerous they could be.

You and Ari went to ‘run’ The Red Sea Diving Resort together along with four others. You had known Ari for years and when he came to you with his latest plan, you knew you had to help. However, at the time you didn’t have a husband, son and step-daughter to worry about. You knew that it was the constant missions and all the time spent away from home which split up Ari’s first marriage and you were determined not to let it happen to yours. 

Maya, Ari’s daughter, was so used to seeing her Dad leave that she barely battered an eyelid anymore but Connor, your’s and Ari’s Son was too young to understand why Ari was never there. After you had Connor, you decided to stop going on missions and start working to help coordinate them instead. Unfortunately, Ari didn’t share that idea and that is what led to this specific moment. Another mission had come up and Ari had to leave for an unknown amount of time.

“All I’m saying is that we - I - promised to go back. You knew this day would come, why are you so surprised?”

“I am surprised because not only do you have Maya now but Connor as well. I understand how important this is but can’t they send someone else?”

“This isn’t about nobody else doing the job! This is about me needing to be the one who does it. I promised Kabede that I wouldn’t abandon anyone. That I would go back.” Ari yelled. At that moment you were thankful that Maya was at her Mom’s and Connor was with your parents, they didn’t need to hear this.

“And I get that Ari but what about your children. What about me? How are we supposed to cope knowing full well that you may not come back to us?”

“So what? I am supposed to leave all those innocent people. I love you, Maya and Connor more than anything in the world but this is something I have to do.” 

You sighed. A part of me felt selfish wanting him to stay, but at the same time, he wasn’t the only person who could complete these missions. 

“We can’t put up with this forever, Ari. When I married you, I promised myself that I wouldn’t let our jobs get in the way but things are different now and I can’t comprehend how you can’t see that.” You said in a low voice. A dramatic change in tone from the yelling.

“Then what do you want from me Y/N? To stay here and be unhappy all the time? Unhappy that I’m not out there?”

You froze. So did Ari.

“Y/N/N, I didn’t mean that…”

“Don’t right now Ari. I can’t… I just…” You went upstairs to your shared bedroom. You knew that he said all that in the heat of the moment but a part of you couldn’t help but over analyse what he said. Was he unhappy in your marriage? Did he want to be out all the time? Did he regret marrying you? 

You sat on your bed and cried. You didn’t know what to say to him. You loved Ari with everything in you. But the idea of him not wanting you nearly killed you inside. You didn’t want to be the one to make him unhappy.

About an hour later, you heard a knock on the door. You didn’t say anything but looked up when you heard the door open. Ari’s eyes were bloodshot and his hair looked a mess. It was obvious that he had been crying just as much as you had.

He didn’t say anything as he made his way over to you on the bed. 

“Sweetheart? Please?” He whispered in your ear. You knew that he felt bad. Slowly, you looked up at him and he could see the tears clouding your eyes. 

“What do you want, Ari? I don’t have any energy to argue with you.”

“I know sweetheart. I came to say I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you?” Closing your eyes you nodded at him. You knew you could never stay mad at him for too long. “Words princess.” Ari growled in your ear. 

“Please Ari.” You whispered. Next thing you knew Ari had you on your back and was devouring your mouth with his. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth as you felt your lips being chewed at by him. 

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My #1 post of 2022

These are the fics that I recommend and Love for Chris Evans and his Characters. Minors DNI

Chris Evans:

Desperate Affairs by @georgiapeach30513 - Multiple Chris Evans Characters x Fem!Reader

Fading Spark by @alisonsfics - Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

Futile by @rocketrhap3000 - Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Well Shit by @falcqns - Chris Evans x Reader

Gentleman by @lexiawrittings - Chris Evans x Reader

Boston by @secretswiftymarvelfan - Chris Evans x Reader

Floofy Haired Delight by @secretswiftymarvelfan - Chris Evans x Reader

Fixing the Broken by @maemelany - Chris Evans x Reader

Breathe by @buckyownsmylife - Chris Evans x Reader

See by @andydrysdalerogers - Chris Evans x Reader

Steve Rogers:

Slow Like Honey by @heli0s-writes - Steve Rogers x Reader

Reckless by @kinanabinks - Widower!Steve Rogers x Divorced!Reader

(College AU) by @fluffycutecevans - Steve Rogers x Reader

Always You by @fangirlovestuff - Steve Rogers x Reader

My Girl (Part 2 to Nightmare Barns) by @jadedvibes - Neighbour!Steve Rogers x Reader

Flustered by @fqjth - Steve Rogers x Reader

If Only You Knew by @kayteewritessteve - Steve Rogers x Reader (Modern AU)

Let it Happen by @barnesafterglow - Frat!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Time After Time by @fluffycutecevans - Steve Rogers x Reader

You Are In Love by @stephensfcktoy - Lawyer!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Eavesdropping by @lahyene - Steve Rogers x Reader ft. Johnny Storm (as Steve’s brother)

Andy Barber:

Under the Suit by @simplystevies - Ex’s Dad!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader 

Stay by @geminixevans-stan - Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Help You Through by @jbreenr - Andy Barber x Reader

Pick Me by @dbnightingale24 - Andy Barber x Reader

Beautiful Stranger by @dbnightingale24 - Andy Barber x Reader

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Random Prompts: (possibly future stories...?) Fairytale, pt. 2 Dystopian

Tom Holland: Series: Loathing Desires: teaser, teaser pt.2, chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3

Oneshots: (coming soon)

Peter Parker: Webbed Lies (series): teaser [ONLY ON WATTPAD]

Harrison Osterfield: (coming soon)

Peter Pan (Once Upon a Time): Series: Aristia: teaser, one, two, three, four, five, six,

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) Sweet Dreams (series): season one, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

[aliwritex]

Hey! How are you? Hows your summer been so far?

I scrolled down through your blog and really enjoyed it and your works! As far as I know you write for Eddie, Robin (from ST), Edvin Ryding, Florence Pugh and Steven Grant. Whom do you have more in your writing area?

I saw you reblog work about Harrison Osterfield. Can you give us some more names of celebrities or characters youre into?

By the way do you have work in progress about anybody? We would like dome scoop hahaha

And as soon your requests are open can you give us more info about what you're up to in writing, and for what you do not write? Like as I can see you're ok with writing smut but what types of smut youre not into (threesomes, age gap, professor-student, ceo-worker etc)

So, most of the thinks i post are reblogs. i’ve only written for Edvin and Robin. but i’m open to mostly anything. I don’t have a lot of no-nos, just preferences. if i get a request that i’m uncomfortable with i’ll tell you.

About what i’ve been working on: i got an andrew garfield request these days and hebe been working on it but as i said i’m already back in school and i had tests this week so i got put to the side a little.

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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!!

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writing prompt: “You’re supposed to be dead!” “Yeah, sorry about that.” for character of choice

“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference

Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for Kaz Brekker, Jesper Fahey, Tom Holland, and Harrison Osterfield; some fluff, some hurt-comfort, and some enemies to lovers Warnings: mentions of death/character deaths, violence and violent video games,SOC/SAB standard trigger warnings, etc. Notes: I changed the last line of the prompt slightly, same theme but just not as an actual line but instead the premise only.

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Found here (too long for a blurb type request format)

Jesper Fahey x Reader

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Jesper shouted as he watched his girlfriend casually enter the room.

Y/n shrugged coyly, “plans change”.

Nina giggled in the background as she watched their argument.

Jesper signed, “y/n, this is serious”

“Damn Jesper, didn’t realize you wanted me dead so badly” y/n joked, making Nina snort.

Jesper shook his head furiously, “you know that’s not what’s happening”.

Y/n sighed as he realized he wasn’t going to buy into the playful banter.

“Doll, this was to keep you safe!” Jesper scolded, eyes scanning the otherwise empty Crow Club as if he expected the man hunting her to be following her so closely.

“I know, but plans change” y/n repeated, shrugging off the torn coat that was covered in fake blood.

“Why?!” Jesper panicked, his eyes moving back to her.

Y/n glanced over at Kaz who just stood stoically and stared back at her.

Jesper glanced back and forth between them.

“Wha- you knew?!” he yelled at Kaz out of frustration.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at the outburst but merely adjusted his grip on the head of his cane and nodded once.

Jesper threw his arms in the air exasperatedly, “You helped stage her death! So.., Why would you undo that?! Why-? How-? What?! I don’t-…”.

Kaz signaled for y/n to explain and she sighed reluctantly.

“Jesper, something came up that was more important” she began softly, knowing how he’d argue that nothing was more important than this plan.

“More important than staying safe until you got to Novyi Zem and we could start new lives?!” Jesper argued, a defeated but frustrated look on his face.

“Yes” y/n admitted firmly, stepping closer to him.

“What’s so important that you’d give all that up and break your promise to me?!” Jesper huffed.

She felt guilty for breaking their promise, but she knew she had to.

As she stared guiltily at her boots, she sighed, “your life, Jesper”.

Jesper froze, his hands dropping to his side, “what?”

Y/n took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to him, noticing his eyes had softened.

“Your life was in danger, Jesper. I’m not going to apologize for prioritizing you over myself” she began, holding up a hand as he went to interject, “not when you’d have done the same thing if the roles were reversed”.

Jesper nodded and sighed as he grabbed her hand.

“Doll, how was my life in danger? You were the one Mastian and his crew were after” Jesper pointed out.

“That was true. But, as Kaz finished the last details of my death, he noticed Krishgon nearing the Crow’s Club” y/n explained.

“Krishgon?” Jesper asked, trying to place the name.

“The con man you stole the chest from last week? His goons recognized you from one of the gambling parlors here in the Barrel. Kaz found out he’d taken out a hit on you but hadn’t told any of us” y/n said, her voice taught.

“It was being handled” Kaz cut in, “there hadn’t been any viable threat”.

“Yet” y/n argued, shooting Kaz a glare before facing Jesper again.

“However, it seemed he was going to take the chance of you being distracted by my ‘death’ to exact his consequence” y/n sighed, squeezing her boyfriends hand.

“Well that’s just cruel, way to kick a man when he’s down” Jesper criticized the man’s timing.

Matthias rolled his eyes, “she didn’t actually die Jesper”.

As Jesper went to respond, y/n tugged on his hand to redirect him back to the current issue.

“Krishgon might not be Rollins or Kaz, but that’s almost worse because he doesn’t care about revenge” y/N’s voice shook softly, “he just wants his threats eliminated. So I’m not going to apologize for coming back for you”.

Jesper brushed a few stray tears from her eyes, “I’m sorry love, I didn’t know”.

“I know, but that’s why, Jes. If I stayed dead, I’d be safe but you wouldn’t” y/n surmised.

“And then, she’d also be at risk again, this time by association” Kaz added.

Jesper nodded at Kaz in silent acknowledgment of his understanding as to why Kaz breached the deal they’d made.

“We’ll figure this out, okay love? We can fake another-“ Jesper began, looking to Kaz in hopes he’d have a plan in the works.

“No. I’m not running anymore Jesper. I said I would because it was what you wanted and what you thought was needed. But now it’s not just me. I’m staying “ she stated firmly, looking over at Kaz and nodding once before facing her boyfriend again.

“We’re staying and we’re going to take both gangs down. We’ll take a play from their playbook and eliminate both threats completely if need be” y/n planned aloud.

Jesper raised his eyebrows in shock at her firm yet casual stance on killing two gang bosses.

But as he saw she wasn’t letting up, he smirked and he rested hands on revolvers.

“This is our home and we’re going to keep it” she told him.

He nodded and lifted one of his guns up to his lips, “Yes we are, together”.

Tom Holland x Reader

Tom glared at his brother, “you have to be kidding me”.

Harry smirked and shook his head, “not in the slightest mate. Y/n is due on set any minute now”.

“But she’s supposed to be dead!” Tom groaned loudly.

Harry laughed and shrugged, “well, they brought her back. So you’ll just have to get over your feelings for her and do your job”.

Tom rolled his eyes, “quiet down. Last thing I need is people thinking you mean I have romantic feelings for her”.

“Even though you do” Harry stated simply as he set down Tom’s coffee.

“I do not” Tom scoffed, gritting his teeth.

Harry rolled his eyes, “if you say so mate, but look, you should head over to the set soon”.

Tom glanced at his watch and sighed.

He took a quick sip of his coffee before rushing back to the set with his script in hand.

“Seriously?” Tom groaned as he ran into y/n’s back.

“Excuse me?” Y/n asked, eyes widening as she turned around and saw Tom.

“Of course you’d be in the way” he remarked trying to side step her.

She moved to block him, “you ran into me Holland. Not the other way around”.

Tom rolled his eyes, “yeah, well-“.

Y/n watched as he scrambled for a comeback, a smirk growing on her face, “well?”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Tom shouted, getting the attention of a few other cast members.

Y/n scoffed and shrugged, “I didn’t ask them to bring me back, but I guess the fans love me”.

“I suppose someone has to” Tom huffed.

Y/n’s confident posture slackened some; betraying the fact his attack actually landed this time.

But instead of feeling proud, Tom felt guilty; he knew he’d taken it too far.

“Let’s just get this over with” she groaned, turning away from him and towards the scene.

“Are we seriously going with this angle?” y/n asked, her script slapping the desk dramatically.

“I have to agree, this seems unrealistic” Tom agreed, his eyes rereading the kissing scene.

The director laughed and shook his head, “that’s the direction we’ve been told to go. Besides, everyone loves an enemies to lovers story”.

Y/n groaned, “y/c/n would never fall for t/c/n”.

Tom rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “and vice versa”.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Tom’s weak dig but focused back on the director, “I just don’t think the chemistry will work right for this dynamic”.

The director suppressed a smirk and shrugged, “it’s up to you and Tom to make sure that it does. Something tells me you’ll fall into place with this change easier than you think”.

Harry had to force himself not to laugh as he smirked across the room at his clueless older brother.

Both Tom and y/n groaned as they glared at each other across the table.

“You need to let me see it” Tom said, in character.

“No, I don’t want you touching me” y/n responded, sure to have her character glare up at Tom’s character.

As Tom rolled his eyes he sighed loudly, “how am I to stitch your cut back together if I can’t touch you?”.

“Why do you want to touch me?” Y/N’s character chided, looking away.

“I never said I did” Tom rebutted, grabbing some medical supplies from various places in the fake medical wing.

Y/n hummed loudly, “You never said you didn’t.”

“Do you want to bleed out or can I stitch your damn arm?” Tom’s character snapped.

“Fine” y/n groaned, holding her arm closer to him as he brought over the tray of medical supplies.

“Thank you your highness” he mocked.

“Stop calling me that” y/n said as her character bristled.

“It is your title, is it not?” Tom argued, wiping the fake wound on her arm.

“Not any more, and you know that” she said, a blatant reference to the scene in which her character had given up her title in order to join the resistance against their country’s abusive king.

Tom character sighed softly as he began to ‘stitch’ her ‘wound’, “you’re right, I’m sorry”.

Y/N’s character stayed silent but stoic, acting as if nothing impacted her.

It reminded Tom of the way y/n was around him off set.

“We’re on the same team now you know” y/n said as he continued to stitch her.

“Then maybe you should start acting like it, show a little trust maybe?” He argued, wrapping gauze around her arm.

“Me? You barely have said a word to me since I’ve been back and when you do it’s always harsh” she snapped, some tears in her eyes as she looked over at him.

Tom felt himself fall into the moment, and he truly couldn’t tell if she was faking it or not.

But as his eyes dropped to her lips before moving back to her eyes he hoped it seemed to have been done in character still and not his own actions.

A loud noise echoed through the otherwise quiet scene as one of the extras walking by behind them tripped and knocked over the plant in the corner.

The director yelled cut as y/n tried to not laugh about the interruption due to how close Tom’s face was to hers.

She didn’t want her breath to hit his face.

However, Tom was still stuck in the moment.

He reached out and took hold of her jaw.

“Umm..Tom?” Y/n asked, looking at him.

She saw the look in his eyes and signaled towards the group huddling by the plant to ensure it and the characters were back in their exact and proper places “The scene is over”.

He nodded slowly, blinking silently for a few seconds before seemingly finding himself and stepping back.

“Damn, really wanted to kiss me huh Holland?” Y/n mocked, standing up and undoing the wrap on her arm so they could redo it for the next take.

“Shut up y/l/n” Tom groaned, running his hand down his face.

“Make me” she tuck her tongue out at him childishly.

Tom snapped his eyes back at her and mumbled something under his breath before looking away.

Rolling her eyes, she set down the gauze and began taking off the fake stitches.

However, even with her back to him, y/n felt Tom’s eyes on her the whole time.

“Let me” Tom said, watching as she struggled to remove the last of the fake stitches without ripping it.

“No” y/n remarked turning away from him, “I’ve got it”.

He groaned loudly as he moved closer, “you’re going to rip it”.

“No I’m not, now fuck off” she huffed, fingers slipping on the fx makeup.

Tom laughed and shook his head, “would you just let me help you?”

“I don’t need your help Tom” she stated stubbornly.

“I’m well aware of that y/n, but I’d like to get a move on with this” he retorted, guessing to the set.

“Why are you in such a big hurry? Wanting to know what it’s like to kiss me that badly?” Y/n joked with a roll of her eyes.

Tom glared briefly but then eyes softened as he went back to trying to help her, “I have my reasons”.

“Which are?” She pressed, holding her arm away from him.

“Doesn’t matter” he murmured.

Y/n sighed, “if you tell me, I’ll let you help me with this”.

Tom smirked softly and sighed, “fine. Maybe I do want to kiss you”

Y/n laughed loudly and rolled her eyes, “hilarious Tom, whatever just forget it”.

As she moved away from him again, he grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

“I wasn’t joking” he confessed.

Despite her hesitation she saw the way he looked at her lips and was starting to feel inclined to believe him.

“Tom it’s not funny. I know you hate me but don’t do what you’re trying to do. That would be a new low, even for you” she warned.

He sighed, “y/n, I don’t hate you”.

Raising an eyebrow at him she huffed, “yes you do. You have from day one”.

Tom bit his cheek and closed his eyes, “I hate how you make me feel”.

“Same thing” y/n groaned.

“No. I hate that you drive me crazy. I feel like I’m an incompetent babbling fool whenever we’re in the same room. I hate the way you make me always want to redo every scene until it is enough to impress you. I hate the way your red lipstick makes your lips stand out even more. I hate the way you make me nervous no matter how prepared I am for the day. I hate the way-“ Tom rambled on.

Y/n brushed aside any worries about this being a ploy.

While they bickered and argued, Tom had never been cruel to her.

Which is why his harsher than normal comment earlier impacted her.

She noticed she had begun to zone out on what he was saying as her eyes focused onto the way his lips were moving.

Y/n firmly grasped his shirt and pulled him to her until their lips met.

Tom’s hand immediately found her hair and his fingers looped through it as he smiled into the kiss.

When they parted for air, they both had a slightly shy grin making them laugh.

“I don’t hate you” he summarized with a blush.

“I can see that now Tom” y/n smirked.

“But, there is one thing that I hate..” she stated.

Rising an eyebrow at her he nervously joked, “was I that bad of a kisser?”

She laughed and shook her head, “no. I hate that you drive me crazy and you’re not even mine”.

Tom smirked before smiling widely, “well, what do you say we fix the last part of that?”

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“Haaazzz I suck” y/n groaned as she tugged on his hoodie.

“Come on love, practice makes perfect “ he grinned kissing her cheek once the hood fell onto her shoulders.

She huffed playfully and plopped onto his sofa, “you just want to show off”.

“How’s that?” He asked, sitting next to her and pulling her closer.

“By winning each match” she pouted.

“We can be on the same team then love, how’s that sound?” He offered, handing her a controller.

She smiled and nodded in agreement.

After a few rounds, she glanced over at her boyfriend with a smug expression.

“What?” He laughed, tickling her sides.

She kicked and squirmed as she laughed loudly.

“I think I’ve learned enough now” she answered when he stopped tickling her.

He lifted an eyebrow at her in confusion as he waited for an explanation.

“Like you said, practice makes perfect “ she shrugged.

“You want to compete now?” He laughed softly, nodding towards the tv screen.

She smirked and nodded, “loser makes dinner”.

Harrison laughed, “I must’ve forgotten how much you like to cook”.

“Ha, ha, ha, very funny Haz” she scoffed, “set it up”.

“Cheater!” Y/n screamed as she made her character run away from Haz’s.

Harrison smirked and tickled her side again, making her laugh loudly as she scooted down the couch.

“Stop cheating Haz!” She giggled, her smile making his grow.

He sighed softly to himself as he watched the way she intently moved her character to another part of the screen.

“Stop watching my screen” she whined, playfully smacking his arm.

Harrison chuckled and kissed her cheek, “I don’t want to make dinner”.

“You should be able to beat me still Osterfield” she pointed out teasingly.

“But perhaps I’ve bested you, maybe Tom will be more of a competition for me” she shrugged.

Harrison rolled his eyes softly as she smirked once she saw the competitive glow return to his eyes as he grabbed his controller.

“No!” She shouted, a frown on her lips as she stared at the screen, “I died! How did I die?”

Harrison suppressed a laugh at her adorable pout.

He set his controller beside him as he moved to pull her body towards him.

“Wait!” She gasped, making him freeze.

But in the time it took him to process what she was actually reacting to, she’d shot and killed his character.

Not once, but three times.

“You’re supposed to be dead!” Harrison shined.

She shrugged you set it up Haz

He groaned as he recalled having allowed for three chances before final death/loss of the match.

“You get to make dinner” she cheered, bouncing in her spot.

Harrison ran an embarrassed hand down his face but smiled, “that was already the plan my love”

“You’re just saying that cause you lost” she beamed proudly.

Haz laughed and leaned over to give her a soft kiss, “I still say you cheated”.

“You set it up!” She argued as he made his way for the kitchen to cook them dinner.

“And you said you died!” He teased, pulling out the ingredients he’d set aside for dinner to night.

“I thought I did, turns out I’m immortal!” She exclaimed with a laugh.

“After dinner we’ll see about that darling” Haz commented with a smile on his face.

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

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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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Plot: Tom invites you to come live with him when the lease on your old apartment is up. Since he’s your best friend you jump at the opportunity. But you forgot one thing….Harrison. Sharing a home with Tom is one thing. Sharing a home with Tom’s best friend, whom you had a crush on since you met him, is another thing. Eventually you get comfortable with your new living situation, but when Tom leaves the two of you alone for the week, to visit Zendaya in LA, things start to change.

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For the past year, you had been living in a shared apartment in London with your best friend Tom. But with Tom also came Harrison. It wasn’t a bad thing, you liked Harrison, a little too much actually.

The first few weeks were difficult to settle in to your new place, and another few weeks of getting used to seeing Harrison everyday. You tried your best to keep it cool and not get flustered every time he walked in the room. He made that really difficult. Especially since he’d often walk around the apartment without a shirt on.

Eventually you got accustomed to living with the two guys and allowed yourself to be comfortable.

But this week was going to be much different.

Tom was headed to LA to visit Zendaya while she attended a charity event. This meant that you and Harrison would be left alone together for the whole week. The two of you had been alone in the apartment together before, but never for a whole week.

The two of you helped Tom pack his bags up into the cab he was catching to the airport.

“Say ‘hi’ to Zee for me” you said as you gave him one last hug.

“I will {y/n}. Behave yourself while I’m gone” he said chuckling.

“I always do” you said with a smile.

You watched as him and Harrison shared a ‘bro hug’ before he got into the cab and took off. You walked back into the apartment and sat back down on the couch, continuing to read your book. Moments later Harrison walked in and sat down beside you.

It was going to be the beginning of a really awkward week for you. Or so you thought.

• • • • •

Things had actually been going better this week than you ever expected. You had been spending a lot of alone time with Harrison, going golfing, playing video games, and visiting van art museum where a friend of yours had a pop-up photography gallery.

One night the two of you were sitting in the couch watching a new tv series you discovered.

“So, would you like to do something tonight?” You heard him ask.

You looked up from the tv and smiled “what did you have in mind?” You asked

He shrugged “I thought we could go to the pub, have some food and drinks” he said

You smiled “that sounds fun, it’s been a while since I went out”

You both went upstairs to change and get ready to go.

• • • • •

Later that night at the pub you were having drinks and reminiscing about memories from growing up together.

“Remember when Harry got drunk at your birthday party?” He asked laughing

“Yeah, he was so drunk at one point that he kissed me” you said laughing.

“He kissed you? Shit, so you’ve kissed 3 out of the 4 Holland boys, lucky girl” he said jokingly.

“I don’t wanna brag, but yes” you said giggling.

You had, in fact, also kissed Sam and Tom. You had kissed Sam on a dare one night at a party. You and Tom had a ‘fling’ when you were 15. You dated for a month, long enough to kiss each other and realize it was just too awkward to date each other. So you broke up, remained friends, and never spoke of it again. The relationship wouldn’t have lasted anyway, you’d had a crush on Harrison since you were 12.

“I’m surprised we’ve never kissed” he said chuckling “it’s not like we’ve never had an opportunity”

You were shocked to hear him say that, you almost spit out your drink. “What do you mean?” You asked.

“We grew up together. We’ve been to so many parties where we played spin the bottle or got drunk at the club in college” he said shrugging. “Just thought we would have been forced into a kiss, or just got curious, by now”

You didn’t really know what to say do you just blurted put the first thing that came to mind “do you think about that often?”

“What? Kissing you?” he took the last sip of his drink.

“Yeah”

“Sometimes” he confessed. “I always wondered what it would have been like”

You bit your lip. You hadn’t realized that Harrison had even considered kissing you. You liked him a lot, but he was your best friend above being your crush. You decided to distract yourself by taking the final sip of your drink. You eventually paid your tab and the two of you walked home, the whole time you thought about what he had said.

• • • • •

As soon as the two of you got changed back into something comfortable and sat down on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through you looked over at Harrison. He was lounging on the other end of the couch. You had to resist the urge to move closer and cuddle into him like you wanted to.

You looked away quickly to avoid staring. Seconds later you heard him speak up. “I’ve had a lot of fun with you this week {y/n}, we don’t get to spend a lot of time together with Tom around”

You blushed “I’ve had fun too” you said.

He sat up and looked at you. You tried hard not to make direct eye contact but his bright blue eyes drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Did you mean what you said at the pub?” You asked

“About what?”

“Kissing me”

He bit his lip “I did.” He said moving closer to you. “But you never told me how you felt about it”

“I….I was just surprised” you weren’t sure how to tell him that you’d liked him since you 12 years old, almost 16 years of pent up feelings stuck inside your head.

“Why?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“I mean, why would you wanna kiss me? I’m one of your best friends”

“Yeah, my best friend that I’ve had a crush on since year 9” he admitted

“Wait…what?” You asked.

“Yeah, I realized I liked you when you started dating Tom. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think I was your type.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit “Harrison I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met”

“You have?”

You nodded “yeah”

Before you could react his lips were on yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. Your hands made their way to his chest, feeling all the way up till your arms snaked around his neck. His hand eventually reaching down to your hips.

You weren’t thinking straight as your lips molded together with his in a needy kiss. He parted your lips with his tongue, fighting you for dominance, but eventually giving in to you when you bit his bottom lip, a throaty groan escaping his mouth.

You pulled away slowly and looked up into his blue eyes that had darkened. You knew exactly what that meant, even though you’d never seen him look at anyone that way.

You hitched your leg over his, now straddling his lap, placing your lips back onto his. His hands were placed firmly on you butt, occasionally squeezing your cheeks and pulling you closer to him as the kiss got deeper and deeper until you were making out on the couch, something you never thought you’d ever be doing with Harrison.

After a few more minutes he pulled away and pulled his shirt off. You followed suit, pulling yours off as well, before reconnecting your lips to his. He reached up, grabbing your breasts gently. You were happy you hadn’t left your bra on, his hands felt so good on your bare skin. You moaned softly into his mouth.

“Mmm, I want you {y/n}” he said softly, almost in a whisper

“I want you too” you said breathlessly

He picked you up and carried you upstairs to his bedroom, not wanting to do anything naughty on the couch that you shared with Tom, that would be awkward.

Once in his room, he laid you down the bed and immediately pulled off your shorts, pulling your panties off with them, then removing his basketball shorts and boxers. You were practically dripping with anticipation, and so far the only thing he’d done was kiss you and softly touch your boobs.

He hovered over you, kissing you softly before kissing down your neck, causing you to squirm underneath him.

“Something wrong?” He asked

“No, I just really need you, you’re driving me crazy” you said breathlessly.

He smirked at you and reached down to rub you softly causing you to moan. He lined himself up to your center and pushed in slowly.

You groaned a bit, adjusting to him, it had been a while, and he was bigger than the others. You didn’t mind though. Eventually you adjusted and it started to feel good, but you knew it could feel better.

“Harrison, move” you said softly.

He bit his lip and started pushing in further, eventually bottoming out.

“so tight…” he groaned softly as he starters thrusting in and out of you.

“Feels so good” you moaned before pulling him down for another kiss.

His lips felt so good on yours, you could spend the rest of your life kissing him if he’d let you. You allowed your tongue to slip into his mouth for a moment before biting his bottom lip, tugging on it gently, making him chuckle.

He continued thrusting into you, eventually finding your sweet spot. He repeatedly hit that area causing you moan a little too loudly.

“Harrison, don’t stop!”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. Both of you were suddenly in a brain fog. The only thing you could think of was each other and finally going over the edge.

He continued thrusting deeply, causing you to grip the sheets. “I’m so close!” You moaned

“Me too” he groaned

With a final few thrusts, you both hit your highs at the same time, moaning each other’s names through deep breaths.

He collapsed beside you and as the two of you caught your breath you heard a voice from the doorway.

“What the fuck? I leave you two alone for a week and you hook up with each other?” You heard Tom’s voice. You had totally forgotten that he’d be coming home today.

You frantically started to cover up with Harrison’s blankets, blushing bright red at the idea of your best friend catching you fucking your other friend.

“Sorry mate, you should’ve know this would happen eventually” Harrison said chuckling.

Tom just rolled his eyes “if you do it again while I’m home try to be quieter” he said chuckling.

As he walked away, shutting Harrison’s door on the way out, you felt Harrison kiss your forehead.

“We’ll definitely be doing that again” he said chuckling

You giggled and kissed him softly “then we better be quiet or Tom might kick us out”

He chuckled and held you close to him “I’d like to see him try”

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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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Blurb request for Haz being (playful or real) jealous over your celebrity crush on another actor? (Mine's Dean O'gorman or Aidan Turner but that might be a bit too old to be believable 😅)

ngl i didn’t know who they were, but I googled and let me tell ya, I loooved Aidan in the Hobbit. idk what it was about Kili but umph love him. but for the sake of simplicity, i’m just gonna keep it at a nonspecific celeb crush lol :)

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“Ooh, I didn’t know he plays in this!,” you said nonchalantly as you watched a movie with Harrison. It was your usual weekend movie night, where you would just spend hours sitting on the couch, watching something and stuffing your face with delicious and really unhealthy food- in short, living the dream life. 

Harrison had picked a movie you hadn’t heard of before, but when you saw the name of one of your favourite actors pop up in the titles, your interest peaked. 

“Yeah, he plays... I don’t remember, why?” Harrison raised an eyebrow at your sudden interest. And then again when he saw how you started to blush. 

“It’s nothing.” you filled your mouth with popcorn and didn’t dare to look at Harrison as the movie properly started. 

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on him?” He rolled his eyes. 

“Maybe, I don’t know.” You were momentarily distracted as one of the first scenes started with that same actor walking into shot- shirtless. “Okay, yeah, definitely.” 

“Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to watch this movie,” he was ready to turn it off, but you grabbed the remote, eyes still glued on the screen. 

“Nooo! C’mon, we have a rule right. At least 15 minutes before we make a final decision.” 

“I’m sure it has been,” he wrestles you for the remote, but you wouldn’t give in, hiding behind a pillow from him, but still watching the movie. He looked so good. 

“It really hasn’t. Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” You laughed, finally looking over at your boyfriend. He didn’t react. “Oh my god, you are!" 

“I’m not! Now just give me that remote!” He basically jumped on top of you as another attempt to get the remote from you. You extended your arm as far as you could, anything to keep the movie playing. 

Then a woman walked on screen, catching Harrison’s attention. Her hair looked different than on red carpets and magazine pictures, but you recognised her, and so did Haz. Now you knew why he wanted to see this movie so bad. Hypocrite. 

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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.

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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..”