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Somebody like you (Harry Wells x reader)

Summary: You had a crush on Earth-1’s Dr. Wells, while Harry was hopelessly in love with your Earth-2 counterpart. These feelings bring you a lot closer after an inevitable conversation.

Note: part 2

“You’re alive,” the sentence left Harry’s mouth before he could stop himself.

This was a different Earth, he knew there was a chance you were alive here, but he wasn’t expecting you to show up in S.T.A.R. Labs as a member of this world’s Flash’s team. He watched as a confused look emerged on your face, filled with a hint of terror he attributed to your past experience with his evil doppelgänger.

He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the overwhelming feeling that had taken control of him, then raised his hands as he watched you. “Don’t worry, I’m a different Harrison Wells, not the one you knew,” he informed you, and he was sure his voice was way softer than it was when he talked to the others.

“Can someone explain to me what is going on here?” you asked the team, completely ignoring him.

It hurt him, yes, but he kept reminding himself that you weren’t her. You were a completely different version of your Earth-2 counterpart, just like he was a different version of the Harrison Wells of this world. Still, it was hard to accept this. It was hard not to think of his version of you.

Harry listened to Barry as he told you everything you missed while you had been away, his eyes fixed on you the whole time, analyzing every little movement of yours. Your body language was different, it simply missed that vibrant energy your Earth-2 version used to have even in the most stressful situations. He couldn’t help but wonder what else was different about you.

And sure he thought about your relationship with this Wells. Had he been your mentor too? Or was there something more intimate between you? He needed answers, he simply had to know what to expect. His betrayal hurt you as well, it was clear from the moment your eyes landed on him, but he didn’t know just how bad things were.

Once Barry finished the explanation, Harry drew in a deep breath and took a hesitant step closer to you. “I just want to stop Zoom with Barry’s help and save my daughter. That’s all,” he assured you.

You continued to ignore him completely which felt like a stab in the heart. Instead of talking to him, you turned to Caitlin and Cisco for help. They assured you that he was telling the truth, that he could be trusted, and only then did you truly look at him. You were still uncertain and he couldn’t blame you for it.

Before he could try to break the ice again, you finally spoke up, this time talking directly to him. “You’d better not betray us too,” you warned him.

“I would never betray you,” he noted quietly, keeping his voice so low everyone had trouble hearing him. “No need to worry about that,” he said with a forced smile, this time talking louder.

Days passed with you avoiding being alone with him. Every time you were left alone in a room with him, you immediately fled, leaving him behind without a second thought. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to get to know you, hell, he wanted to be around you even if that time passed in complete silence.

It took him two weeks to finally get you to talk to him. You were ready to leave the lab he usually worked in once Cisco left, but he was quick to grab your wrist and pull you back. You yanked your hand away, looking slightly offended that he tried to stop you this way. Harry raised his hands and backed away to let you breathe.

“Let’s talk,” he suggested hesitantly, watching you carefully to see if you were willing to stay. When you took a deep breath and nodded, he let out a long sigh of relief. “Why are you avoiding me? What did I do to you? Or was it my doppelgänger that hurt you?”

You remained silent. It was killing him, the only noise that filled the room coming from the fan of the laptop he was working on, but despite this he didn’t feel like rushing you. After long seconds you finally gulped and folded your hands behind your back.

“You did nothing wrong,” you assured him with a small smile that he almost missed. “Dr. Wells… He betrayed us as you know. It just hit me harder than the others, I guess.”

“Why’s that?”

“I liked him. And when I say I liked him,” you began, falling silent in the end.

But even if you didn’t finish the sentence, Harry understood what you wanted to say, so he only nodded in response. He waited to see if there was anything else you wanted to add, but you were just staring at your shoes as if you were feeling guilty all of a sudden.

Something told him it was up to him to take the lead, to keep the conversation going, so he decided to dig deeper, hoping he could get some extra information out of you. “Did the others know?” he asked you.

You put a hand on the back of your neck and let out a nervous laugh. “That I had a stupid crush on our mentor? No.”

“Did Wells know?”

“I have no idea.”

“So let me guess,” he began slowly, carefully weighing every word as he tried to get some answers out of you. “You’re avoiding me because I remind you of him.”

Without much hesitation, you simply nodded. Harry wanted to tell you he wasn’t that man, he wasn’t about to betray you too, but his instincts told him this was the perfect time to practice staying silent. He wondered how long it would take you to accept him as part of this team. Catching Zoom wasn’t the problem of the next few days sadly, so he was surely here to stay for a while.

He couldn’t help but stare at you while he waited to say what was on your mind. Because he could see you were thinking about something, hesitating whether or not to say it. At one point he flashed a supportive smile at you to make you speak up, hoping you would finally trust him enough to say whatever you wanted in his presence.

And then it happened. “Can I ask you something too?” you asked quietly.

“Go ahead.”

“I’ve noticed that you’re hitting a much kinder tone every time you talk to me. Why?”

So you noticed. With a sigh, Harry folded his arm over his chest and considered how much to tell you. After you told him about your crush on your Wells, it would be only fair if he was honest as well. But how could he talk about that? How could he talk about her death without feeling like breaking down again?

“I knew your Earth-2 counterpart,” he began eventually, already bracing himself for the worst part. “She was working for me, with me, and we were trying to handle the metahuman crisis together after the explosion. Zoom wanted to hurt me so he killed her right in front of my eyes. It was my fault and I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for letting that happen.”

You nodded, though you didn’t seem convinced. “Is that all?”

“You’re smart,” Harry noted with a forced smile. “I asked her out but she rejected me. I kept telling myself that it was okay, that dating an employee would have only complicated things, but I was already too lost in my feelings for her. Losing her was… I don’t even know how I could describe how I felt.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” you said softly as you walked over to him and pulled him into a hug.

Feeling you be this close to him rang the alarm in his brain, he didn’t even know what to do at first. Your Earth-2 version had hugged him a few times when he was upset, causing him to fall deeper in love with her, but you’ve been avoiding him all along, it was too big a change all of a sudden.

You probably noticed he was getting uncomfortable because you suddenly gulped and let go of him. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t even know what I was thinking.”

“No, it’s okay. No need to apologize,” he assured you.

It was hard. Harry had assumed things would get a lot easier once he told you the truth, once the two of you sorted things out, but he was wrong. If anything, things only got more confusing. Did this mean you would loosen up around him? Did it mean he could finally talk to you the way he wanted without you running away?

You excused yourself suddenly and left the lab before he even registered what was happening. He felt like an idiot. Shaking his head, he rushed after you and was quick to turn you around and kiss you. You didn’t resist at all, and soon he felt you wrap your arms around his neck and press your body closer to his.

Maybe it was only the element of surprise that made you give in, maybe you were thinking about this Earth’s evil Wells when he kissed you, but he couldn’t care less about the reason. He had been thinking about kissing you or your other version on his Earth for so long that now he was on cloud nine and he didn’t want to come off this high.

[marvelsgirl616]

HANDS!!!!

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@harrywells_being_hot😏

[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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Laying With the Devil

AN: I wrote this when I was in high school and I orphaned it and I just remembered it exists after finding a google doc of the last chapter. So I searched in AO3 for hours to find it!

MDNI? (I wrote it when I was a minor so idk)

WC: 11k Unfinished // AO3 Link // WA: Explicit (again I was a minor. Violence. Light mention of abuse but no details, emotional manipulation // summery:

“A brave man is an man who dares to look the devil in the face and tell him he is a devil.” — James A. Garfield

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You Have an Ending

H.R. Wells x Fem Curvy Reader (platonic)

A/N: Read the whole story. I have left a surprise at the end. Story is inspired by real-life interaction. With a note to my fellow writers!

Summary: Reader goes to a book sigining for H.R. and gets an opportunity to share how inspiring his work is

Content Warning: Wholesome interaction, slight awkwardness, inspired by a real conversation revealed at the end

Tags: @eonash @yetanotherwells @twilightlover2007 @achromaticerebus @hunterharrisonsavitar

Standing in line with her two best friends, Y//N was electric with nerves. She had been operating on adrenaline throughout the day. When her friend told her who would be at the Writers convention. H.R. Wells, an author she had loved since he made his debut.

His rich storytelling, of crime fighting, falling in love, and the idea of family being more than blood was the perfect formula for Y/N to become a fan. It was around her 3rd reread of his debut novel that a story began formulating in her own head.

What started out as a small romance story turned into a 3 book series and characters, and suddenly, Y/N began to write and plot.

So waiting in line waiting to meet the man that was the source inspiration and having the opportunity to thank him for that was an opportunity she couldn't pass up. In a flash, she was at the front of the line where a kind older woman gave her a warm smile. "Do you want one book or the box set? And would you like it personalized?"

She smiled and picked up the debut novel, "Just the one is fine," Y/N responded, butterflies twirling in her stomach.

"I thought you wanted the box set?" Y/N's best friend retorted.

Y/N shrugged, "I changed my mind, not a big deal."

The lady at the counter shrugged the friendly grin, never leaving her lips, "He does something special with the boxset." She leans in as the trio leans in as well."He will open the boxset, sign every book, and sign the box 5 times.

Y/N's two best friends both gave her a knowing look, and with a sheepish smile, she replied, "Anyway, I can switch it out?" The woman nodded and swapped out the books, and in a brief moment, her eyes met with the infamous baby blues of H.R. Wells.

The woman whispered in his ear, and he smiled a genuine big grin and held out his hand, "Y/N, it's lovely to meet you." Y/N takes his hand and shakes it. Looking at the box set, he continues, "Did you know this is my favorite to sign? Want to guess why?"

Y/N could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as he smiled at her, "Could it be that you sign it five times."

He grabs his marker with dramatic flair, "You are absolutely correct."

As he begins signing the books, Y/N takes a deep breath. "I am a huge fan of your work, and if it wasn't for you and your amazing depiction of characters. I may not have been so inspired to start writing my own novel."

The author paused and looked back into her eyes, his face unreadable for a brief moment, causing the nerves to ricochet in her body. Only to be melted away but a warm large grin forming and his eyes twinkling. "Thank you, That is the highest compliement." He pushes the box set towards me. "How far along are you in the process?" The enthusiasm radiating off him.

Y/N scratched the back of her neck, "Bare bones, really. A rough first draft with only brief scenes."

H.R. waved his hand, "That's alright."

Y/N continued, "I do have the ending, though."

He smiled again, pressing a hand over his heart, and Y/N was truly enamored with him and with even more enthusiasm, "You have an ending!"

Y/N nodded and feeding off his electric energy, "I have an ending."

H.R. walked around the table and gave her a tight embrace, as she took in the cedar scent of his cologne and the lingering scent of coffee. "I look forward to reading your story one day." He whispered in her ear, and Y/N nearly swooned.

The pair separated and H.R. grabbed her books and handed them to her. "Bye, Y/N."

Y/N smiled and waved as she left her heart full and inspiration to write coursing through her veins.

A/N: Fin! I HOPE you liked this. As promised, this was based on my interaction of meeting Tom Cavanagh, just told in a more suitable world for H.R. though i added the hug because our java loving author would 100% hug an aspiring author. I am writing a story that was wholey inspired by SnoWells, and just being able to share that with Tom was special, and I wanted to share. Along with this:

To all my fellow writers. KEEP GOING! I'M CHEERING YOU ON ❤️

XoXo Sara

[heytherejulia]

Only you ~ Harrison Osterfield

pairing: harrison osterfield x female reader

warning: swearing, crying, anxiety

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

word count: 1,4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Haz?’

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

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

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

‘Marry me.’

‘What?’ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

[goodwitchhour]

finished with uni until feb next year which means I’m free to write again!!!!!!!

am gonna start writing & finishing up any requests I’ve got but please send in more, it honestly motivates to write more!🫶🏼😋

[spideyssunshine]

new era starts now.

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

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

love,

chris :)

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

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

[urprinceoflove]

The Flash Master List

Master List Key:

fluff - normal text

angst - italicized text

coming soon - crossed out

✩ - posted on old acc. (mostly for myself)

OG Harrison Wells/Timeless Wells

✩ Lost Love

Harry Wells

✩ Cuddle Shirt

✩ Cold, Lonely Lake

✩ Kitty Calls (Headcanon)

HR Wells

✩ Mistaken Relations (Songfic)

A Scientist’s Secret

Sherloque Wells

✩ French Cuddles 101 (Headcanon)

Nash Wells

✩ Stargazing

✩ Into the Air

✩ The Only Language I Speak

✩ Forgetfulness

✩ Bed Monster

✩ Lovable Idiot

A Second of Your Time (Headcanon)

EoWells

✩ “Tough Villain”

✩ Heroes and Villains

OG Eobard Thawne/Mattobard

✩ The Dance of a Lifetime

✩ “Tough Villain”

Multiple Wells

✩ A Special Something (Headcanon)

✩ Hooked on Love (Headcanon)

✩ Birthday Surprises and Love (Headcanon)

✩ Children of Magic (Headcanon)

✩ Jealousy, Jealousy (Wells x Wells)

Hoping Eight Lasts Prolongedly Master List

Ralph Dibny

Catching a Feeling

[camatchoum]

If you have any requests,

These are the actors and the characters I'm willing to write for. I do NOT write smut. Please don't hesitate to send something. I'm so excited to have a request.

Timothée Chalamet :

Paul Atreides

Willy Wonka

Tom Holland :

Peter Parker

Nathan Drake

Todd Hewitt

The Holland Family & Harrison

Hunger Games :

Finnick Odair

Peeta Mellark

Dylan O'brien :

Stiles Stilinski

Thomas

Mitch Rapp

Joel

Stuart

Thomas Brodie-Sangster :

Newt

Sebastian Stan :

Bucky Barnes

Chris beck

[babyparker13]

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

[marvelsgirl616]

Professor Wells :)

[khayrrilrainxwells]

The Color Enigma

Harry Wells X Reader

A/N: Hello everyone,

I'm back! School's out, and I have loads of time to write amazing fics. Get ready for some captivating stories coming your way!

You've been sitting at the cortex, the room filled with the soft hum of computers and the faint glow of screens illuminating your surroundings. As the minutes ticked away, the team had already departed, leaving you alone to complete your work. Feeling the weight of solitude, you cast your gaze upon the grumpy scientist who remained engrossed in his own tasks, his brow furrowed in concentration. The stillness in the air compelled you to break the silence and inject some warmth into the atmosphere.

With a thoughtful expression, you swiveled your chair to face Harry, the enigmatic scientist, whose demeanor often seemed impenetrable. "Hey, Harry," you called out, your voice cutting through the quietude. His eyes lifted from the intricate calculations before him, meeting your curious gaze.

"What's your favorite color?" you asked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of your lips. Harry leaned back in his chair, contemplating the question, his lips forming a pensive line. He glanced at you, his eyes momentarily searching for an answer before he finally responded, "Don't have one." His response was accompanied by a nonchalant reach for the coffee cup sitting on the edge of the table.

You chuckled softly, the sound ringing in the otherwise hushed room. "Of course you do, Harry. Everyone has a favorite color," you persisted, confident in your belief. He regarded you for a moment, his expression inscrutable, before shaking his head gently. "Not me," he insisted, his voice laced with a tinge of mystery.

Undeterred, you shifted your attention back to your work, though a flicker of curiosity remained. The silence settled once more upon the cortex, broken only by the soft sounds of keyboards and the occasional hum of electronic equipment. Lost in your own thoughts, you found yourself engrossed in your task until a gentle voice brought you back to the present.

"What's yours then?" Harry's inquiry caught you by surprise, and you turned to face him, your lips grazing the bottom one in contemplation before meeting his gaze. "My favorite color is (Y/F/C)," you replied, a hint of vulnerability seeping into your voice. As you resumed your work, you couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at Harry, hoping to discern any hidden emotions that lay behind his enigmatic facade.

Once again, he shook his head, reaffirming his lack of preference. It seemed as though Harry was a man of few words and even fewer emotions. A sigh escaped your lips, realizing that perhaps breaking through his walls was an insurmountable task. The whispers of your teammates' doubts echoed in your mind—they had warned you that Harry was closed off, unreachable. Maybe they were right.

Resolving to finish your work elsewhere, you swiftly gathered your belongings, preparing to retreat to the comfort of your own apartment. As you made your way towards the exit, his voice called out to you, stopping you in your tracks. "(Y/F/C)," he uttered, causing you to turn and face him, your brows knitting together in confusion.

"That's my favorite color, the one I just told you," he revealed, his expression mirroring your own bewilderment. Slowly, he removed his glasses, carefully placing them on the table. Taking a deep breath, he rose from his seat, striding purposefully toward you. With every step he took, your heartbeat quickened, anticipation mingling with apprehension. Backed against the cold wall of the cortex, you found yourself trapped by his presence.

Harry's intense gaze locked onto yours, his hands moving to press against the wall on either side of you, effectively enclosing you within his grasp. A small, enigmatic smile curved his lips.

[jahayla-parker]

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?”

Harrison Osterfield x Reader

“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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