#jason harrison x reader

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me: oh yes i LOVE slow burn romance

*also me when its the third chapter and they havent kissed*: EXCUSE ME THIS IS ROMANCE RIGHT?! NOW love eachother!

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Hey, neighbor

Masterlist

Pairing: Jason Todd x (f) reader

Tags: neighbors, close proximity, sexual tension, roommates, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, touching, fluff, domestic

Chapter 3: Spending so much time with Jason in close proximity is distracting. Poison Ivy breaks into the safe house and kisses you with her toxin, knowing you'll do whatever she tells you. And what she tells you to do...

You woke up in a strange place, disoriented and confused. You took in your surroundings: a loft with exposed brick walls, minimalist furniture, and a cleanliness that felt almost military. The events of the previous day crashed into your mind like a tidal wave, and your heart sank. The vial, the body, your formula. Guilt and fear twisted inside you.

You sat up, wearing clothes that weren't yours—an oversized t-shirt with a Guns N Roses album cover on the front and sweatpants, both too big for your frame. Red Hood had given them to you last night. You remembered his voice, calm and authoritative. You were in his safe house, you remembered. Hiding from the world that might condemn you for murder.

The door opened, and Red Hood stepped in, carrying a gym bag. Your gym bag.

He paused when he saw you awake.

"Morning," he said, his voice low, tired. You presumed he had been out all night getting your things. Then he'd confirmed, "I brought some of your clothes."

"Thanks," you replied, your voice small. You got up off the couch and accepted the bag and rummaged through it, finding familiar items. It felt strange, intimate even, knowing he had gone through your things.

Seeing you in his clothes did something to Jason. The shirt hung off your shoulder, and his sweats hung loosely at your hips, emphasising how much smaller you were compared to him. He felt a surge of adoration, mingled with a sense of possessiveness. He even began to regret bringing you your clothes, not minding the idea of you wearing his for a bit longer.

"I'm sorry about everything," you said, your voice trembling. "I never meant for this all to happen."

"It wasn't your fault," he replied firmly, his tone effortlessly intimidating. "You were set up."

You looked up at him, confused. "How do you know?"

He hesitated. "I don't. I guess you could say it's a hypothesis."

You recounted the events of the previous day, the death, the chance encounter with your professor. What if she had told someone she saw you.

What you were unaware of was that Jason had already broken into Dr. Harrison's place, gathering enough blackmail to ensure her silence. He figured that his threat and the broken wrist were enough to persuade her. He didn't want to burden you with those details.

"It's strange," you admitted, “you having to hide your face in your own home.” You looked down at your hands. "I understand why you can't reveal your identity, but..."

An idea struck you. Digging through the bag, you found an old silk scarf you'd sighted there. "What if I wear a blindfold? You could take off your helmet without me seeing you. You should be able to, anyway. It's your home, not mine."

Red Hood considered this. The thought of removing his helmet and letting his guard down was both terrifying and tempting. He took the scarf from your hands, inspecting it, and confirmed it wasn't sheer before handing it back.

You tied the scarf around your head, making sure you couldn't see anything. "Okay, ready."

You heard the sound of him removing his helmet, a soft hiss of released air. There was a moment, then his voice, softer now, more human. "Can you see anything?"

"No," you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It's completely dark."

“How many fingers am I holding up?” He put his hands in his pockets.

You tilted your head, trying your best to have a look, only to come up short. “I dont know.”

He smirked. “Perfect.”

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“Can you think of anyone who'd want to sabotage you?” Jason asked as he guided you to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, taking out bread and butter. He was starving from his shitty night.

You considered his question, standing barefoot on the cool parquet of his kitchen.

You told him about your co-workers and lab partners and how you perceived behavior towards you. As you spoke, you heard the sound of pen on paper every once in a while, jotting down details.

You began to pace, making small steps as you tried to provide sufficient details. At one point, you stumbled, and he caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist to steady you.

He liked having you in his arms, feeling your warmth against him. He wished he could tell you who he really was, to share more than just his alter ego with you. But for now, this was enough. He would keep you safe, no matter what.

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Jason watched you navigate the room with his guidance, the oversized clothes making you look cute in a way that amused him. He couldn't help but notice how you seemed out of place yet oddly endearing in his loft.

He remembered the first words you spoke to him last night, smiling to himself.

"So,” he began, feeling bold. “I'm 'your hero'?"

There was a teasing edge to his voice, and you felt a flush creep up your neck.

"I-um-well..." You stammered, trying to find the right words. "It was just... you saved me. Twice now, actually."

“Really?” Jason chuckled, a deep sound that made you squirm. "When was the first time?"

You bit your lip, feeling embarrassed. "It was my first year at uni. A group of us went out, and we ended up at a bar. And then some big, creepy guys circled me when I left to get some air."

Jason's attention sharpened. He didn't speak, letting you continue.

You took a deep breath. "I was scared, but then you showed up. You didn't even do much - you didn't soeak. Just lifted your guns and made a show of aiming them at them,” you chuckled at the thought. “And they ran. You were so badass!"

He smirked, enjoying your giddiness and the way you blushed.

You smiled, though he couldn't see it. "I never forgot that night."

Jason couldn't recall the incident, which made sense. There had been no fight, no trouble—nothing memorable. But hearing your story, seeing how much it meant to you, made him feel something unexpected.

"Glad I saved you twice," he said, his tone light but with a hint of seriousness.

You blushed deeper, fumbling with the hem of his shirt. The embarrassing part was that you'd imagined how you'd run into him again at least a hundred times in your mind. And when you finally did run, you babbled like an idiot, and on top of that, had pulled him into your trouble. “I just hate being so fucking helpless sometimes, you know?”

He stepped closer. "There's something you can help me with."

You blinked in surprise behind your blindfold.

"Help me investigate this. Find out who set you up." He said.

A lot was on your mind. You were grateful he believed your innocence. You were scared to touch the formula again, but you couldn't deny the burning curiosity to analyse it that circled your mind.

"Okay."

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Jason enjoyed the way you reacted to him, the way a simple touch could make you blush and squirm.

At times, he would conduct experiments of his own. Touches that to you could seem innocent and accidental, but we're entirely intentional.

One evening, after a long day of working on the formula, you and him sat together on the grey couch in his loft. His mask was off. You wore your makeshift blindfold. You'd gotten used to the silk scarf over the past few days.

“What can you tell me about Elizabeth Langstrom?” He asked casually.

You put down your cup of tea. "She's my head of research. She's really smart. I go to her for help."

"So she's a mentor to you.”

“Mhmm,” you nodded.

“When was the last time you saw her?”

You thought about it. “She came over to drop off some samples I asked for… before I went out to the club.” You realised out loud.

He hummed. “Did she give you anything before you went out that night? Something you might have overlooked?"

You hesitated, the edge in his voice making you shiver. "No, I don’t think so."

Jason leaned in closer. You felt his body heat closer to you. "Think carefully. Could she have slipped the vial into your purse?"

You were quick to deny his acusation. "No, she wouldn’t do that. She’s always been kind to me."

Jason’s fingers brushed lightly against your cheek, his touch lingering with an unsettling intimacy. The closeness and his commanding presence made your heart race.

Her reactions are priceless, he thought, Every flinch, every stammer—it’s all so… fascinating.

You were trying so hard to hold it together.

"You sure about that?" He continued, his voice smooth but carrying an edge. "People wear masks, y/n. They show one face to the world while hiding another. I think she could be hiding something from you. And I think you think so too.”

You felt your skin flush, your voice trembling. "I don’t believe she would. She’s always been kind."

Jason’s hand trailed down your neck, his fingers grazing your skin with a deliberate, chilling touch. The intensity of his presence, combined with the lack of sight, heightened your vulnerability.

She’s scared… why? he mused, although I suppose it could come in handy… fear makes people easier to control

It sure worked on Harrison. And half the crime scene in Gotham, who he held in the palm of his hand. But he didn't want to control you, did he? He craved control in every aspect of his life. But with you… he wasn't sure…

His proximity and the deliberate nature of his touch made it difficult for you to think clearly.

"I- I don’t know." You swallowed. "Maybe she did, but I can’t be sure. Why would she betray me?"

"People betray each other for all sorts of reasons," he said. "Maybe she wanted something you had, or maybe she was pressured into it. I need to find out the truth. Can you remember anything else?"

You searched your mind. "She didn't seem threatened. She was calm. The same she always was. We had a good talk about my thesis. She said that I could change everything." You smiled at the memory.

Your giddiness was cut short by a mental image of the dead thug, branches sprouting out of his body.

"It could" his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

"I need to talk to her." You spoke up suddenly, conveying the urgency in your voce. "I need to hear her thoughts about the formula."

"I cant let you do that." He interjected.

"I trust her, red." You insisted, trying out the nick name for the first time.

"Trust is a luxury we can’t afford." He responded. "We find the truth, or we pay the price."

“How do I know I can trust you then,” you whispered in challenge.

“You can always trust your instincts y/n.” He explained. “And your instincts are telling you I would never hurt you.”

The intensity of the moment left you unsettled. Because he was right.

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The next evening, Jason decided it was time to investigate Elizabeth Langstrom's apartment. Armed with the information you had given him, he made his way to the upscale part of Gotham where she lived.

Meanwhile, you were home alone. Comfortable in one of your short sundresses, trying to distract yourself with television.

Suddenly, you felt a gentle but firm hand turn your chin. Before you could react, a pair of soft lips pressed against yours. You jumped back in surprise, your heart racing as you recognized the intruder.

"Dr. Langstrom?" you gasped, staring wide-eyed at your head of research. Her presence was unsettling, her sudden appearance leaving you breathless.

Dr. Langstrom smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Y/N," she chastized softly. "You haven't come to speak to me for the past week. Is everything alright?"

You had too many questions. How had she found out where you were hiding? Why did she kiss you? How did she break in?

You tried to step back, but the room began to feel dreamlike, your head spinning. An inexplicable wave of happiness and vulnerability washed over you. You struggled to piece together what was happening, the suspicion growing in your mind that Dr. Langstrom had somehow drugged you.

"What are you doing here?" you managed to ask, your voice trembling but laced with a giggle.

Dr. Langstrom’s eyes sparkled as she avoided your question, instead reaching out to caress your cheek. "I just wanted to see you," she cooed playfully. "I’ve missed you."

Her touch was both soothing and unsettling, the drug making you pliant to her manipulations. Your thoughts became hazy, and you found yourself smiling, unable to resist her advances.

"I want you to do something for me, y/n," Dr. Langstrom whispered, her lips close to your ear. "I want you to kiss the Red Hood. Until you’re both breathless."

The words echoed in your mind, and despite the sinister undertone, you found yourself nodding, feeling oddly agreeable. "Kiss the Red Hood... until we’re both breathless," you repeated, the drug making it seem like the most delightful request.

Dr. Langstrom chuckled, a playful edge to her voice. "Good girl. Now, forget that you saw me tonight. You never saw me."

Her words seeped into your consciousness, the command taking hold as the drug dulled your senses. You nodded again, feeling the fog of forgetfulness settle over your mind.

"I never saw you," you repeated obediently, a blissful look on your face.

Dr. Langstrom gave you one last, lingering caress before turning and leaving your apartment. You stood there for a moment, the room spinning around you, before collapsing onto the couch, your mind a haze of happy confusion and compliance.

You waited eagerly for the moment he'd come back home.

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*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

CLARK KENT/ SUPERMAN

A Kent And A Wayne (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

Effects Of The Toxin (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

DIANA PRINCE/ WONDERWOMAN

Motherly (Diane Prince X Teen!Reader)

Family Visit (Diana Prince X Daughter!Reader)

Snow Day (Diana Prince X Reader)

Washing Up (Diana Prince X Male!Reader)

BARRY ALLEN/ FLASH

Little Gifts (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Anyone But Him (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Another Speedster (Barry Allen X Reader)

The Wayne Mystery (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Sorry!(Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Cancelled Plans (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Please Stop (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Actual Flirting (Barry Allen X Male!Reader)

Caught Red Handed (Barry Allen X Fem!Wayne!Reader)

How Did It Come To This? (Barry Allen X Sibling!Reader)

JUSTICE LEAGUE

Would You Kindly? (Justice League X Male!Reader)

Hidden Scars And Memories (Justice League X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

New Start (Roy Harper X Male!Reader X Jason Todd)

A Mostly Successful Mission (Jason Todd X Male!Reader X Roy Harper)

Keeping Secrets (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West)

The Quiet Son (Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League)

Father's Day (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

No More Joker (Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Poison Ivy)

City Siren's Daughter (Harley, Ivy & Selina X Daughter!Reader)

Nightmares (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

Their Redemption (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

One Of Us Hurt (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

VILLAINS

Penguin's Friend (Ed Nygma X Male!Reader)

Waiting For You (Jerome Valeska X Fem!Reader)

My Responsibility (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader)

There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)

Never Going Back (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader)

We Could Be A Team (Deathstroke X Daughter!Reader)

Colleagues (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

OTHER

What Happened?! (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Close Your Eyes (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Nothing Else (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Secret Meetings (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

We're Having A Baby? (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

She's My Sister! (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

I'm Not Letting You Go (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Future Child (Leonard Snart X Daughter!Reader)

Saving Up (Harrison Wells X Trans!Male!Reader)

Stubborn And Injured (Raven X Fem!Reader)

Not Fireproof (Raven X Reader)

Blues Music (Teen Titans X Reader)

A Little Help (Batman X Scarecrow) Pt 1 / Pt 2

Finally Married (Rip Hunter X Reader)

Cant' Wait (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

Sneaking Out (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

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ASK GAME ! ASK GAME ! ASK GAME ! which as I chant out loud sounds like I'm saying "ass game" ... same difference honestly sksksksk

Hiii for the violence ask game (love being a hater) I wanted to know 1, 2, 3 and 23 for whatever fandoms you feel the most passionate about

I wouldn't say that I love being a hater, but I do love being right lmao

also I am feeling spicy so these are gonna be for different fandoms

1 - the character everyone gets wrong

JASON. MOTHER FUCKING. TODD

especially the fandom interpretation Titans version, but like damn

(even other canons get him wrong, and Titans did him so right and people refuse to acknowledge it)

(I could also say Lori Grimes, and Andrea Harrison, and Dick Grayson, and Michonne Hawthorne, and even Gar Logan tbh but this is the rant I am picking)

white cis fanboys just see him as the violent revenge perpetrator - distilled rage, 'the bad sibling', the criminal, the cool one, the gunslinger. fucking whatever

but I am not even so big on a lot of women's interpretation of comics Jason - as some big soft cuddle bug who just needs to be treated softly and cuddled uwu, someone who rip out the throat of anyone who looks at you the wrong way and basically acts like a big bad doberman guard dog in your life (someone possessive and angry and jealous in a love life). again - no

Jason is one of the most emotionally complex characters and the only people who truly understand him are me and Curran Walters.

Jason is a wreck. he was set up to fail - his backstory of poverty and sadness isn't just about giving him some revenge to seek or making him a more conventional criminal, it's his emotional core. everything that has ever happened to him in his life makes him who he is, and so many people don't understand those layers. (so many people don't even acknowledge the differences between him and Dick before Jason became Red Hood). Jason is depressed, he's insecure, he thinks that he's nothing but a problem in other people's lives.

he uses violence as a tool because it's all he's ever known. in a relationship, he would be difficult to connect with because no one has ever truly tried before. he wouldn't be instantly loving - he would be guarded as hell.

I could go on a long time, but anyway - Titans Jason is largely a thing that the show got right and so many people refuse to acknowledge it because they just want to mock Curran's looks and it makes me want to bash my head into things

2 - a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

I have to do it to em - Spencer Reid would never be a fucking dom. NEVER

(also I know that bottom and top aren't synonyms for dom and sub but I think this ask game was created with mostly mlm ships in mind, so I am talking about this in a dom/sub context because I mostly write and consume x reader fics with bdsm dynamics)

Spencer is a sub. anybody who says that he is a dom, even a 'soft dom' is fucking lying to themselves because they have a particular fantasy that they want him to fit into. even later seasons Spencer would never be a dom

just because someone has rage and acts intimidating towards someone they consider an enemy doesn't mean they would ever feel the confidence to actually be dominant and in charge in bed. that man is walked like a dog constantly by other people in his life, and the only time he 'takes control' of a 'romantic' interaction is when he is with Cat - someone he also considers to be an enemy, an unsub that he can psychologically control. see the pattern?

3 - screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

I have discussed this before, and I wish I had a screenshot because without proof it almost doesn't seem real

someone saying that Spencer loves Henry more than JJ does - in a massive post where they listed all the reasons that JJ 'ruined' Spencer's life (which just gobsmacked me)

that post was a huge inspiration for the JJ/Spencer friendship scenes in [REDACTED]

I just cannot believe that the fandom is so fucking detached and unrealistic about JJ

23 - ship you've unwillingly come around to

...Richonne

this is in large part from what I have seen about The Ones Who Live spin-off, and I recently realized that the title of the spin-off comes from a scene where Michonne punches Rick in the head in order to literally knock some sense into him, so I fucking love that (and it seems like that's what the whole show is - her literally forcing sense into him after he's become detached from reality due to being held hostage by whatever the fuck that group's name is)

and I think The Thrifty Typewriter really put their relationship into terms that I was struggling with. so many Walking Dead ladies were relegated to nothing but being 'the love interest' once they became a love interest to someone. and if they were struggling with what to do with a female character, they turned her into a love interest for someone

Andrea being paired with a Governor, Rosita not getting more interesting storylines until after she parted from Abraham, Sasha being with Bob and then Abraham and then dying (although I think Sasha has a lot of interesting emotional beats, I see the point in saying that), Jessie (who could have had so much potential outside of just being a love interest for Rick, especially when they clearly had Richonne in mind), Lori's entire existence, etc.

So my huge problem with Richonne is that Michonne was so interesting before she got with Rick. And after she got with Rick, she lost all of her interesting traits, and she was stripped down to 'Lori 2.0'. Pregnant housewife character who stays at home and almost never fights. Rick was spotlighted and she was almost never around until Rick drowned. And I think I loved The Ones Who Live because it gave her back a lot of her fire and her autonomy as well as adding more to the romance, so it was the best of both worlds. (And it really made me come around to the pairing.)

And another huge problem I had with Richonne is the same problem I have with Dickkory - people who ship them act like the entire show was created to drive the ship. And the shippers get really annoying because they act like all the other interesting characters and plot lines do not exist. They act like the producers and writers made the show as a vessel to carry the single ship when that is clearly not the case.

For Dickkory, people boil Dick and Rachel's entire relationship down to 'omg, she is Dickkory's child' - which is very annoying. And for Richhone, people act like Andrea just does not exist, when she pulled Michonne out of a very dark place - Rick did not do that. Michonne said so herself. Andrea is a very important character in Michonne's story.

Anyway - I do like Richonne a lot now. More than I ever expected I would

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good night(??? I love that thing of his best friend's sister, Jason x Reader Roy's sister? 😈 (It's all janitorai's fault, I saw the plot and now I need more) (ANDDD I HOPE I'M NOT TO ARRIVE TOO LATE HAHAHA 😭)

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hello nonny! i don’t use janitor ai so i don’t know exactly what plot you enjoyed, but i agree that jason with roy’s sister is such fun! there’s so many ways that this can play out.

roy’s seen jason at his best and his worst, so he (half jokingly) warns jason off when he introduces the two of you. jason tries to keep a friendly distance, but there’s something about you that keeps pulling him back in, has him sneaking around his best friend’s back to take you on dates. you make him feel lighter, like he’s made of joy, and it’s intoxicating. roy freaks out when he discovers just who his sister has been seeing for months, he loses. nearly comes to blows with jason until you plant yourself between them and remind them both that you make your own decisions.

Or, roy thinks of jason as his brother, and so in his mind you and jason are basically siblings already. it makes him blind to all of your flirting, the knowing looks, and the sleepovers. you know that story where mark hamill accidentally crashed carrie fisher and harrison ford’s date, thinking they were just hanging out without him? roy does that all that time. you’ll be sitting on the couch wearing only jason’s t-shirt and roy will come climbing through a window, wanting to binge that new series together. roy doesn’t realize that you’re jason dating until the two of you announce your engagement. jason makes a joke about really being roy’s brother that has roy questioning his whole life.

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I write stories please ask about them

okay so, Idk if what I'm doing, but I'm writing stories and I want your request! So here are the rules and stuff ig

stuff I will write: headcoans, full stories, and drabble stories

What I WILL do: fluff, angst, character x reader, character x character, poly relationships, gore and LGBTQ+!

What I will NOT do: smut, pedophilia, r@pe, homhobic stuff or SA sorry

Now that that's out the way, the characters I will write for! (These characters include but are not limited to!)

HORROR

Billy and stu (Ghostface)

Jason vorhees

The Sawyer brothers (choptop, nubbins, Bubba and Drayton)

Chucky

Hannibal Lecter (silence of the lambs + Hannibal Lecter)

Patrick bateman

Freddy Kruger

Norman bates

THE BEATLES

Paul Mccarthy

John Lemmon

Ringo Starr

George Harrison

UNDERTALE

Classic Sans

Under Fell sans

Nightmare Sans

Cross sans

Horror Sans

Killer Sans

Dust bunny- I mean Dust Sans

Swap Sans

Error Sans

MOREL OREL

Clay Puppington

Stephanie🖤

ICP

Violent J

Shaggy2dope

CREEPYPASTAS

All of them except Offenderman

Characters/fandoms I don't write for/will write for in the future bc I don't know them that well (These characters include but are not limited to!)

FALLOUT: never seen or played it but I really want to!

Candyman: haven't seen it

Tiffany Valentine: don't know to much about her unfortunately :(

Glenn + Glenda: don't really know them that well

but that's it Loveys stay safe and love yourself you beautiful trash goblins!

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People I write about

Note: it doesn’t have to romance. They could friends, silblings or whatever. I’m always open to try something new.

Actors

- Lucy Boynton

- Rami Malek

- Joe Mazzello

- Ben Hardy

- Gwilym Lee

Rami’s Characters

- Benjamin (The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn – Part 2)

- Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

- Louis Dega (Papillon)

- Seneschal Higginbottom (Da Sweet Blood of Jesus)

- Nate (Short Term 12)

- Kenny Al-Bahir (War At Home)

- Feddie Mercury (Bohemian Rhapsody)

- Elliot Alderson (Mr.Robot)

- Merriell “Snafu” Shelton (The Pacific)

- Ahkmenrah (Night At The Museum)

Joe’s Characters

- Joe Wenteworth (Simon Birch)

- Eugene “Sledgehammer” Sledge (The Pacific)

- Gardner (Dear Sidewalk)

- Jason Harrison (Unspeakable Acts)

- Roarke Hartman (The River Wild)

- Charlie (A Father for Charlie)

- Geoffrey Fairweather (Coma)

Ben’s Characters

- Warren Worthington III / Archange (X-Men : Apocalypse)

- Peter Beale (Eastenders)

- Wade Parker (Only The Brave)

Lucy’s Characters

- Chloe (Don’t Knock Twice)

- Rose (The Blackcoat’s Daughter)

- Allison (Gypsy)

- Astrid Sloan (The Politician)

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Please give me some request

I do

Tom Holland

Harry Holland

Sam Holland

Peter Parker

Harrison Osterfield

Damian Wayne

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson (but mainly as a big brother one if it’s current dick or little brother like Young Justice Dick I just don’t see him as a love interest maybe Young Justice 13 year old dick or

Tim Drake

Almost any of the bat boys except Bruce

Wally west

Conner Kent

I am willing to write almost anything except smut Bc I’m not comfortable with writing it.

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I write stuff if anyone has any requests! I will also do roleplay requests using these rules!

Things I don't do :]

Smut! Makes me very uncomfortable to write this stuff. I will write lemon but nothing too far.

x Readers, these just making me insanely uncomfortable.

OCs or noncanon characters. Sorry I just don't enjoy writing them.

Illegal ships or anything of the sort.

Anything else I find uncomfortable!

Any ship including minors will not have anything inappropriate in it. Only fluffy and angst. Kissing is probably also not gonna happen.

Fandoms I'll do :D

My Hero Academia

Batfamily/Titans/Doom Patrol/Outlaws/Injustice

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

Haikyuu!

IT 2017/2019

Stranger Things

Barbarian (the 2022 movie)

Blue Exorcist

Seven Deadly Sins

The Promised Neverland

Erased

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Dead By Daylight

Dear Evan Hansen

Saiki K

Demon Slayer

Voltron

Chucky

Soul Eater

Teen Wolf

Camp Camp

Hannibal

Scream

Ships I'll do :P

My Hero Academia

Monoshinkami

Shinkami

Dabihawks

Momojiro

Kiribaku

Todobaku

DC Comics/Titans

Timbern

Timkon

Royjay

Birdflash

Damijon

Timberkon

Dickbabs

Stephcass

Superbat

Dickory

Haikyu!!

Iwaoi

Kurotsuki

Tsukikage

Sakuatsu

Asanoya

Stranger Things

Steddie

Harringrove

Stonathan

Ronance

Byler

Lumax

Teen Wolf

Sterek

Stisaac

Jackson/Ethan

Petopher

Lydia/Allison

Thiam

Steo

Stackson

Jackson/Isaac

Scott/Kira

Malia/Kira

Briam

Jackson/Ethan/Isaac

Brett/Liam/Theo

Scisaac

Camp Camp

Max/Neil

Harrison/Preston

Danvid

Random

Rinbon - Blue Exorcist

Klance - Voltron

Jakedevon - Chucky (the TV show)

Kingban - Seven Deadly Sins

Mitsukou - Toilet-bound Hanako-kun

Treebros - Dear Evan Hansen

Norray - The Promised Neverland

Hannigram - Hannibal

Chadthan - Scream

Tara/Amber - Scream

Billy/Stu - Scream

Larry/Rahman - Doom Patrol

Quentin/Frank - Dead By Daylight

Characters I will write :>

Larry Trainor - Doom Patrol

Steve Harrington - Stranger Things

Rin Okumura - Blue Exorcist

Tim Drake - Titans/DC

Jason Todd - Titans/DC

Dick Grayson - Titans/DC

Damian Wayne - DC

Hawks - My Hero Academia

Denki Kaminari - My Hero Academia

Tokoyami Fumikage - My Hero Academia

Death The Kid - Soul Eater

Ray - The Promised Neverland

Tsukishima Kei - Haikyu!!

Oikawa Toru - Haikyu!!

Quentin Smith - Dead By Daylight/2010 Nightmare On Elm Street

Saiki K - Saiki K

Evan Hansen - Dead Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy - Dear Evan Hansen

Zenitsu - Demon Slayer

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

Will Graham - Hannibal

Theo Raeken - Teen Wolf

Liam Dunbar - Teen Wolf

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Hellfire and Brimstone

Chapter Two

Eddie Munson x afab!reader (she/her)

Rating: E

CW/TW: Abortion, talk of pregnancy, mentions of rape (coercion by a partner- not Eddie), drug use, religious trauma, abuse, angst, hurt/comfort… let me know if I missed any

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You woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and toast and something else warm and comforting. Eddie. You shot up as everything that happened yesterday came rushing back to you. Your parents. The look on Eddie’s face he opened the door to you. The way he held you as you completely melted down.

Falling asleep on the couch watching Harrison Ford teach a university class. What was that about?

You looked around and realized you definitely weren’t still on the couch. Eddie’s room looked almost exactly like your imagined it would be. Band posters on the wall. A desk covered in music and paper. Clothes littered the floor. The only thing you didn’t expect was the piles of books everywhere. The lone bookshelf had been crammed so full the shelves would have been bending if not for the stacks of books supporting them from below.

Eddie Munson. Bookworm. Who would have thought?

Part of you wanted to climb out the window and not face how you acted last night. The other part of you knew you had nowhere else to go. And Eddie had seemed sincere in his promise to help you.

You rolled out of his bed and hit the floor with a sigh. Your stomach rolled either with hunger or morning sickness. It was hard to tell. You stood and walked out the door, a little surprised when it clicked unlocked as you turned the knob. Sheepishly you stepped out of his room and walked down the short hall to the kitchen. Eddie stood over the oven, flipping eggs with a spatula. He danced back and forth, quietly singing to himself and you smiled.

He was endearing and kind and (and, dare you say, cute) everything your intuition had told you he would be. Your heart filled with burning anger as you remembered how your classmates treated him. How Jason treated him.

Eddie spun around as he danced, his eyes landing on you. He grinned, raising a rock and roll fist as he jammed out. You realized now that he had headphones on.

The song ended and you clapped quietly as Eddie took the headphones off. You knew he was a performer, but you didn’t realize how magnetic he could be. Eddie’s grin never faded as he took you in. “Morning, angel. Sleep okay?”

You nodded and took a seat at the small bar- the only table in the house it seemed. “I did. Did you… carry me to bed?”

“Uh…” Eddie’s smile faded. “Yeah. You were sleeping hard and that couch isn’t the most comfortable to sleep on. You’re my guest… I…”

“It’s okay. Thank you.” You gave him a small smile and he relaxed.

“I made breakfast. I didn’t know what you like so I made a little bit of everything.” Eddie gestured to the counter where a pile of eggs in what you could only assume was nearly every style rested by a pile of toast and bacon. He draped a white tea towel over his shoulder like a line cook in a diner.

“Oh, uh. Scrambled.”

Eddie winked. “Coming right up. Bacon?”

“Yes please. And strawberry jam, if you have some.”

“Oh a woman after my own heart.” Eddie spun away from you and filled a plate with everything you asked for. He set it in front of you with a flourish and you giggled. His face grew serious. “Now I have to ask you a very serious question.”

“Oh.”

“Coffee or orange juice.”

You laughed. “Coffee please.”

“With cream and sugar?”

You shook your head and Eddie raised his brows I’m surprise. “Really?”

“Really, really.” You grinned.

Eddie poured two cups. One black, which he set in front of you, and one almost white with how much cream and sugar he dumped into it.

You stared at it. “There’s barely any coffee in there.”

“Exactly.” Eddie grinned. He filled his own plate and set it down on the bar top to eat.

You dug in and groaned. “This is amazing.”

Eddie shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“No, seriously, Eddie. This is the best breakfast I’ve ever had. Thank you.” Thank you for everything. You wanted to say.

Eddie held your gaze for a moment and your breath caught in your throat. He grinned and shrugged again. “No worries.”

You smiled softly at him and went back to enjoying your eggs.

Eddie watched as you ate your eggs. God you looked beautiful in the morning. He didn’t want to bring up last night and ruin your smile, but he had to. “You still want to go to the clinic?”

Your face fell. “Yeah.”

“It’s a two hour drive to the clinic. We can get half way there, all the way there, whatever, and if you want to turn around I’ll turn around. This is all up to you, angel. Whatever you want, I’ll make it happen.”

You nodded slowly. “I’m sure. I can’t have a kid right now. I just… I can’t.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

You closed your mouth and looked back down at your plate. You shuffled your eggs around a bit, no longer hungry. “How are you so nice when everyone…”

Eddie knew what you were trying to say. “That’s on them. If they want to call me a freak, they can call me a freak. They all hate me until they want something I have. It’s the way it is.”

You frowned. “That’s stupid of them.”

“It used to get to me, but now…” Eddie’s eyes went soft and distant as he thought of something. “Lot’s changed in the last year.”

“I don’t hate you.” You said softly. “I never did.”

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, well, I don’t think you have an ounce of hatred in your bones.”

“I wish I did.” It would make everything a hell of a lot easier. If you hated your parents. Your church. Jason. Did you hate them? You wanted to be angry at them. You deserved to be angry at them. You couldn’t remember the last time you got angry at anyone. “I feel like I should be. I just don’t know how.”

An hour later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Eddie’s van, showered, and feeling a little bit better. He’d let you borrow one of his band tees since you only had the clothes you walked to the trailer in. You wondered if your parents had already tossed all of your things out. Maybe you could pick through the trash before it got picked up.

Eddie slid into the drivers seat and started up the engine. “Ready?”

You nodded.

Eddie flipped through a stack of cassette tapes. “What do you like to listen to?”

“Uh… I don’t know. My father never let me listen to anything but church music. And I never really liked what Jason listens to.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, same.” He flipped through his tapes before picking one out.

“What is it?”

Eddie smiled secretively. “You’ll see.”

A wall of sound hit you. Fast, punchy piano and horns. Not the electric guitar and bass you thought Eddie was going to play for you.

“Anthony works in the grocery store

Savin' his pennies for someday

Mama Leone left a note on the door

She said, "Sonny, move out to the country”…” Eddie sang out the first lines with the of the song, bobbing his head along as he put the car in drive.

You couldn’t help the wide grin that appeared on you face as you watched Eddie sing.

“If that’s moving up, then I’m…” Eddie posed dramatically. “Moving out! Dodododooodo dodododododododoo”

You laughed and bobbed along to the music with him. It was a good song. Certainly like nothing you’d really heard before. The song faded out and Eddie glanced at you. “Never get tired of Billy Joel.”

“That wasn’t what I thought you’d play.” You grinned at him.

“What’d you think I’d play?”

You shrugged. “Like metal or rock or the ones with all the yelling.”

“Thought I’d introduce you slowly. But, we can listen to that next.” Eddie teased. “A good musician’s gotta listen to everything.”

The next song on the album started playing. A little slower, a little more jazzy. Eddie sang along, not missing a single word. Between songs, he told you little facts about the album and the songs and Billy Joel. He knew so much. You could see his passion for music shining through the smile on his face. It was easy to forget the rest of the world as you sat and listened.

It wasn’t until the fifth track that you recognized the song playing. This was a Billy Joel song? You nodded along to the soft piano. And quietly started to sing the lyrics.

“Slow down you crazy child

You're so ambitious for a juvenile

But then if you're so smart tell me,

Why are you still so afraid? (mmmmm)

Where's the fire, what's the hurry about?

You better cool it off before you burn it out

You got so much to do and only

So many hours in a day (Ay)

But you know that when the truth is told

That you can get what you want

Or you can just get old

You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through (Oooh)

When will you realize... Vienna waits for you?”

You glanced over at Eddie to find him staring at you, slack jawed. He swallowed and looked back at the road. “Shit. It wasn’t enough to look like an angel, you have to sound like one, too?”

You felt your cheeks go red. “I… yeah, I guess? I’m not that good.”

“Not that good!? You’re amazing.” Eddie glanced over at you. “I’m serious.”

“I… thank you. I actually… when I was younger I really wanted to be a singer. My father said singing was only for the church choir, so…” Singing on Sunday mornings was one of the few things that brought you joy.

You could sing whenever and whatever you wanted, now.

“You should do it.”

“Do what?”

“Be a singer.” Eddie grinned at you. “If that’s what makes you happy, do it.”

You thought about that music program you’d applied to without your parents knowledge. You still hadn’t heard back from them. “Maybe. You know you’re not half bad yourself.”

“Not half bad?” Eddie raised his brow. “Best review yet.”

You laughed.

By the time you got to the city limits, Eddie had already introduced you to four more artists, each one a bit more loud and aggressive. He held up one more cassette tape, growing serious. “This is the culmination of all your training today, angel. This is the greatest album of all time. Literally saved my life once. Are you ready, angel?”

You nodded, a little scared. Eddie pushed the tape into the slot and turned up the sound. Slow, dark, melodic guitar filled the van. You nearly forgot what you were listening to until a minute in a wall of sound slammed into you, drowning out everything with harsh electric guitar and booming drums. Your eyes went wide as you soaked it all in, laughing as you saw Eddie jamming out beside you.

You felt alive. For the first time in your entire life, you felt free. The song ended and Eddie let out a whoop.

“That was… fucking amazing!”

Eddie stared at you, surprised. But the look he saw on your face was nothing but genuine. “You really like it? Seriously?”

You nodded. “Please tell me there’s more.”

“More? Yeah, shit, yeah there’s more. You gotta hear this one.” The next song came on. Hard, driving electric bass.

Master of puppets.

The words caught in his throat. He wanted to tell you everything about the upside down and how he almost died. It was better you didn’t know. You’d probably think he was insane. Some nights he didn’t believe it himself.

The song ended as he pulled into the parking lot of a small convenience store not far from the clinic. Your smile fell as he turned off the van. It turned into a frown as she looked at the store. “What are we doing here?”

“Stocking up.”

With what? You got out of the van and followed Eddie into the store. He grabbed a cart and led you through the aisles right to the junk food and started throwing chips and cookies and candy in. “Whaddya want?”

“Uh…”

Eddie picked up a candy bar and you shrugged. His jaw dropped. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a snickers.”

You smiled sheepishly and shook your head. Eddie gaped at you. “Okay. One of everything, then.”

“Eddie!” You gasped as he piled in more food than either of you could possibly eat in a week.

The two of you left the food aisle and headed for the checkout. At least that was what you thought until Eddie took a hard left into the feminine products aisle. He surveyed the aisle with a critical eye, picking up one box of pads and frowning. “Watcha like?”

You stared at him. “What… do I like?”

Eddie’s face softened. “You’re going to need a bunch of these. Don’t have much at home.”

“Oh. Yeah. Um…” You frowned as you looked at the wall of pads and tampons. Then it occurred to you, “Have you done this before?”

Eddie ran his hand across the back of his neck. “Like I said… people hate me until they need something from me.”

Like a ride to an abortion clinic. And the confidence Eddie wouldn’t tell a soul.

You looked away from Eddie. “Can I have a minute?”

“Yeah, sure. I just be, uh, down here.” Eddie left you alone in the aisle.

You scanned the packaging feeling woefully underprepared. Was it going to hurt? Was it going to be just a bad period or like nothing at all? Would Eddie know? Did you even want to ask him? You didn’t even have a place to stay tonight and you’d already asked too much of Eddie. You felt your throat close up and panic grabbed two boxes of extra large pads.

You hurried out of the aisle and threw them into Eddie’s shopping cart. “I’ll meet you outside, okay?”

If he said anything, you didn’t hear him as you ran out of the store and hid yourself in an empty alleyway. You couldn’t breathe. No matter how much you tried.

Breathe dammit.

Your back hit the wall and you slid down to the ground.

“Hey.” You looked up as Eddie sat down beside you, two bags in his hands.

You choked back a sob and finally, finally sucked in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m like this. It’s just…”

“A lot?” Eddie whispered.

You nodded. Eddie looked at you seriously, agreeing.

“Yeah… pads and tampons have always confused me, too.”

Was he serious? You looked over to see him grinning and rolled your eyes. “Shut up.”

“I mean, I’m no expert but I think the ones you picked are great.”

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. “Eddie…”

“What? It’s true.” Eddie grinned as you looked up at him. You weren’t prepared for the way your heart stuttered when you saw his face. There weren’t any other words to say it– Eddie was beautiful.

You looked away quickly, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Eddie bumped you with his shoulder. “What happened in the tampon aisle?”

“I… I realized I don’t have anywhere to sleep tonight.”

“Yeah, you do. My place. It’s yours as long as you need it.”

“Are you sure?”

“100%, angel.” Eddie shifted beside you. "Besides. You're a much better roommate than my uncle."

You laughed. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Eddie jumped to his feet and offered you hand hand. You took it and let him pull you to your feet.

The clinic wasn’t far from the store in a squat brick building with cream accents. Bars covered the windows. Luckily, Eddie didn’t see any protesters today.

He shut off the van. “Ready?”

You took a deep breath to steel yourself and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you want me to come with?”

You nodded harder. “Yes.”

There was no way you could do this alone.

You followed Eddie out of the van and into the clinic, passing through one security door. The inside was like any other doctors office you’d been to. You checked in at the front desk and took a seat next to Eddie.

Nervous energy raced through you as you sat down. Your hands shook.

“Hey.” Eddie took your hand and squeezed it. “It’s going to be okay.”

You stared at his hand in yours. His huge, warm hands were covered in rings. Your bare fingers fit right between them. It felt right.

A door opened and a nurse with dark curly hair called your name. You shot up, dropping Eddie’s hand like you’d been caught. “Yeah. That’s me.”

You looked back desperately at Eddie. He stood and glanced at the nurse.

She sighed. “Your boyfriend can come too.”

You didn’t correct her. Neither did Eddie.

The nurse lead you to a back room and had you sit down on the exam table while she took your vitals. Eddie sat in one of the chairs, looking a little lost and uncomfortable. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked him to come back. He’d already done so much. He didn’t need to see you through this, too.

“You’re here for an abortion, yes?”

You nodded.

“When was the start of your last period?”

“Um… about eight weeks ago, I think. I was supposed to get it at the start of the month but it never came. So I took a test and… yeah.”

“Okay.” The nurse smiled. “We will do an ultrasound test ourselves just to make sure. Those home tests aren’t always accurate and there may be something else going on. Always best to make sure before we operate. I’ll be back in a minute with the ultrasound, okay? While I’m gone, put on this gown for me, okay?”

She handed you an off-putting blue hospital robe and left the room with a smile.

You glanced at Eddie.

“I promise I won’t look.” He covered his eyes.

“You can leave if you want. It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you want me here?” Eddie peeked between his fingers at you.

You nodded shortly and picked at the seam of the gown.

“Then I’m staying.” Eddie closed his fingers and eyes.

You slipped off the bed and stripped your pants, though you left Eddie’s shirt on. You tied the gown shut as best you could and repositioned yourself on the exam table. “You can open your eyes again.”

Eddie peeked through his hand at you before lowering it completely. He grinned. “You make everything look good.”

“It’s a cotton sack in a horrible color. There’s no way I–” a knock at the door interrupted you. The nurse came back in with a strange machine and plugged it into the wall.

“Alright. I’ll have you sit back for me feet in the stirrups.” The nurse slid out the foot holds and you leaned back, trying to keep yourself covered. The nurse handed you a paper blanket as Eddie got up to stand by you.

“Just need your belly for this.” The nurse pushed away the gown, leaving just the paper sheet to cover your bottom half. “And it’s going to be a little cold.”

You flinched as she squeezed a bunch of jelly onto your skin.

“Sorry, hon. Okay. Let me know if you want to see the screen. Most people don’t. It doesn’t look like much more than grey blobs at this stage.”

You shook your head. “I don’t need to see.”

“Okay.” The nurse pressed the wand to your stomach and moved it around a little bit. She frowned as she concentrated on the screen in front of her. “Yep. You’re pregnant. Almost 9 weeks.”

You weren’t expecting her confirmation to hurt as much as it did. You already knew it, but hearing it out loud from a professional… it changed everything and nothing.

The nurse cleaned you off and covered you back up. “Dr. Sánchez will be in in a moment, okay?” You watched as she wheeled the machine back out.

This was happening. You knew it in your heart that this was the right thing, but you could still hear your mother calling you a sinner in the back of your mind. Sinner. Whore. Devil child.

For 18 years you’d been nothing but a perfect child. You got good grades. You went to church at least twice a week. You could cook and clean and mend and do everything your mother taught you. You slipped up once. Just once.

The door opened again and a woman in a white coat entered. “Hi, I’m Doctor Sánchez.” She took a seat on a rolling chair beside you. “Nurse Tammy said you're here for an abortion? Looks like your results came back positive.”

You nodded. Your mouth was so dry you didn’t know if you could speak.

“Okay. We can make that happen. First though I’m required by Indiana state law to tell you that if you decide to go through with the pregnancy, adoption is always an option. We work with a few agencies who we can put you in contact with. Are you certain you want an abortion?”

“Yes.” You cleared your throat. “I’m certain.”

“Okay. I’m going to ask you that question two more times before the procedure. If at any time you change your mind, you can tell me.”

You nodded.

“Should you go through with it, we will do what is called a Dilation and vacuum aspiration. Meaning I will go in and dilate the cervix before using a pump to pull the uterine contents out and remove the fetus. I’ll be using some local anesthetic, but you will likely experience some pain, cramping, and bleeding for the next few days. If the pain persists or you find yourself bleeding through a pad every couple hours, call us or head the the ER, okay?”

You nodded.

“I have to ask you again. Are you certain you want an abortion?”

You nodded again. “I’m certain.”

More than certain. You need this done. You weren’t ready. You had no home and no money and barely an inkling of your future. You couldn’t bring a child into all of that.

“Okay. I’ll start setting up and then we will get started. Do you have any questions for me?”

You shook your head.

“Alright. “ Doctor Sánchez smiled kindly. “Won’t take long to set up. I’ll be back in a moment.”

She left the room and you sucked in a shaky breath.

“You okay?” Eddie asked.

You nodded, staring at the ceiling. “Just nervous.”

“Here.” Eddie held something out to you. You reached out and he dropped something small and plastic into your hand. A guitar pick with a hole through it, attached to a chain. You looked up at him questioning it. “It’s lucky. Don’t loose it. I need it back.”

Eddie winked at you and you giggled. You held the pick up and spun it between your fingers. It was marbled blue. Nothing special about it as far as you could tell. You held on to it though. You stared up at Eddie. “I think it’s working.”

“Yeah?” Eddie grinned.

A knock at the door had you looking away from him, nervous once more. Doctor Sánchez came back in with a cart of medical tools, syringes and needles. Nurse Tammy followed close behind.

The doctor sat down and positioned herself between your legs. “Alright. One more time. Are you certain you want an abortion?”

Eddie’s hand wrapped around yours and you let out a breath.

“Yes. I’m certain.”

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AN: In this day and age it should be noted that I am not a medical doctor and any information on abortion in this chapter was obtained from a 15-minute google search about abortions in 1986. So take it with a literary grain of salt. Also, fuck scotus.

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Winter Whumperland 2022 Masterlist

Prompt List

Day 1: Shared Nightmare

My Fault (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Day 2: Unhappy Family Reunion

One Bad Day…. (Visitors) (Dick Grayson & Batmom!Reader)

Day 3: Public Whump

No Laughing Matter (Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader)

Day 4: Holiday Light Show (Fluff)

White Christmas (Harrison Knott x Reader)

Day 5: Self-Sacrifice

I'd Catch a Grenade For You (Rick Flag x Reader)

Day 6: Shared Holiday Meal (Fluff)

Secret Santa (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader)

Day 7: Bleeding Out

Blood (Peter Parker x Reader)

Day 8: Unexpected Kindness

Make Me Forget (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader)

Day 9: Main Character Death

Heading Home (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Day 10: Abducted

Wrong Bat (Jason Todd x Reader)

Day 11: Elf (Fluff)

Santa and his Elf (Stephen Holder x Reader)

Day 12: Favorite Holiday Movies

Open on Christmas (Miles Miller x Reader)

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I write all types of relationships including x reader, wlw, wlm, mlm, polyamorous, and ships

I write for:

Dear Evan Hansen

Evan Hansen

Connor Murphy

Zoe Murphy

Jared Kleinman

Be More Chill

Michael Mell

Jeremy Heere

Rich Goranski

Newsies

Davey Jacobs

Crutchie

Race

Spot

West Side Story

Riff

Baby John

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, or Tobey)

Loki Laufeyson

Kate Bishop

Agatha Harkness

Dr Stephen Strange

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Jake Lockley

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Newt Scamander

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Dune

Paul Atreides

Duke Leto Atreides

Stranger Things

Peter Ballard

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Gareth Emerson

Argyle

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Jurassic Park

Tim Murphy

Queen - Band

Roger Taylor

John Deacon

Brian May

The Beatles

Paul McCartney

George Harrison

Tangled

Flynn Rider

Atypical

Casey Gardner

The Inheritance Games

Avery Grambs

Grayson Hawthorne

Heathers (Movie)

Jason Dean

Veronica Sawyer

Actors

Mike Faist

Laura Dreyfuss

Sebastian Stan

Chris Evans

Tom Holland

Andrew Garfield

Joe Mazzello

Oscar Isaac

Miscellaneous

Woodland Demars

I might do some other characters/people if you ask me. these are just the ones I've written before

If you don’t know what to request, I got some prompts you can choose from below. Just make sure in your request to specify which prompt from which list!

General Prompts

It’s really not that complicated

Close the door

It’s three in the morning

I should have told you a long time ago

Why are you helping me?

You have to leave right now

Just trust me

I’ve been waiting a long time

We could get arrested for this

What were you thinking about?

I thought you were dead

You’re never going to let that go, are you?

Was that supposed to hurt?

I can explain

I don’t believe you

He/She/They was/were never mine, but losing him/her/them broke my heart

How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?

I’m afraid you’ll end up seeing me the way I see myself

He/she/they lived to be the greatest

Don’t ever forget me. Please.

The world stopped breathing that night

Everything here can kill you, but I can do it most efficiently

Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless

I buy a personality

I screwed up

And maybe in the end, I was meant to be alone...

You’ll never see how toxic someone is until you breathe fresh air

I just want to go somewhere where nobody knows my name

All the memories come back, but they never do

If your treated like a monster for long enough you become one

Nightmares keeping you awake too?

There, there, it's okay, don't cry

Shh It's okay now, I'm here

I will always be here for you. Never forget that

Don't you ever forget that I am always here

If you ever feel alone, don't because I'm right here

I Literally Scraped My Knee Falling For You

Angst Prompts

Shut up

I can't believe you would do this to me. After everything I've done for you

Give it back

No.

I can't even look at you

You could have just told me

You're just a kid

I'm done

Stop talking to me

Stop coming back

I don't care

Please just let me go

Do you love him/her/them?

I can't love you

I used to think love was real

But in the end I was not the boy/girl/person he/she/they fell in love with

I always knew I would end up being the one who got hurt

If only I had spoken up to him/her/them the first day I saw him/her/them. Maybe we would have been friends and maybe we would have fallen in love. But I didn't talk to him/her/them and we weren't friends and we didn't fall in love. He/she/they found someone else. I can only blame myself

I tried not to fall in love with him/her/them

Can you please stop?

Why did you come back?

Go away

What you said really hurt

I can't do this anymore

I'm not fine. I know I said I was but I'm not

I can't love you. I don't know how

Help.

I have no choice

I had no choice

And with those words, he/she/they left

You're hurting me

You have to choose

Here. You can have it back

Kissing me won't make this go away

To think I trusted you...

I miss your smile

Don't you remember?

I never want to look at you again

You weren't there when I needed you most

How can one person be the source of so much pain?

You’re my regret

Watch me

Don't cry, everything will work out

Please don't cry, I'm so sorry

Fluffy Prompts

You deserve someone who values you

I've known you sense, forever. I can't imagine my life without you

We can't be friends anymore. I will always see you as something else

I don't like him/her/them. I like you

You're a wonderful person, never forget that

He/she/they has/have no idea what they're missing

Sure there are people out there who lobe you. I do

The lucky guy/girl/person who wins your heart will be so lucky

If it wasn't for you, I would be lost. I'm so glad you came into my life

I'd do anything for you

If I was your boy/girl friend, I'd pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so badly

I've been thinking about you a lot lately

Are you jealous of (character/person)

Can you picture it? You and I together?

'Us' I like the sound of that

You always know what to say

My family thinks we're dating...

You’re in love with her/him/them

Come here

Love is overrated

I’ve missed this

Didn’t you guys used to be best friends?

[cali-holland]

Forever and Ever, Ch. 6: Surprises, Sweets, and Sapphires

Tom Holland X Osterfield!Reader, Wedding Series

When Tom comes back from filming, the next stages of wedding planning continue: cake tasting, Tom’s suit fitting, and a special lunch with Nikki

Warnings: some sexual themes/references

Word Count: 3600

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“Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been

Lucky to be coming home again

Lucky we're in love in every way

Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed

Lucky to be coming home someday”

Lucky, Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat

A/N: Special thank you to @duskholland​ for proofreading this and for listening to me talk about this chapter for the past like three months whoops

~~~

You threw the front door open, gasping for air as you came to a sudden halt. Proudly, you announced, “I won!”

Less than a second later, Harrison came sprinting up behind you. “You cheated.”

“Nope.” You shook your head, making your way to the kitchen for some water.

“You shoved me into a hedge. You cheated.” He repeated, proceeding to take off the scattered leaves that had clung to his running clothes. 

You rolled your eyes at him and took a large drink from your water bottle. Your morning run with Harrison would be nothing without a little competition, a.k.a. racing each other for the last couple hundred meters and shoving each other out of the way to win. You still had a bruise on your knee from when he tripped you last week.

“Y/N had a solid five-second lead,” Harry stated from where he sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone and enjoying a cup of tea.

Taking notice of Harry in the room, you casually made your way into the living room. You wandered to the far side of the room, checking behind the couch, doing your best to act casually about what you were looking for… or rather who you were looking for.

“Missing something?” Harry asked, eyeing you with a teasing smirk on his face.

“He’s not here.” Harrison laughed from the kitchen, “You know Tom flies in tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but I know how you all get the day before Tom’s scheduled to arrive.” You said, narrowing your eyes at Harry to see if he showed any sign that his brother may in fact be here already.

Tom has surprised you by coming back early four times over the course of your relationship. And every time, it was a scheme crafted and executed by himself, Harry, and Harrison— sometimes Sam, Tuwaine, Nikki, and Dom even pitched in. 

The first time it happened was definitely the most notable.

It was just another Friday night for you, and you were spending it by watching Say Anything with Harrison (it was your turn to choose a movie). You weren’t really focused on the movie- you’d seen it a thousand times; you were distracted thinking of Tom. It had been over four weeks since you’d seen him in person, and, since you’ve only been dating a few short months, it felt like an eternity. You weren’t sure how you could ever grow accustomed to it, but you knew it would be worth it once you were in his arms again. Your heart soared just thinking about holding the love of your life again tomorrow. You were so in your own head that you didn’t hear the front door quietly open and close.

“Haz?” You turned to your brother, your back turned from the entryway.

“Yeah?” He asked. You looked down at your hands nervously, oblivious to how Harrison was watching Tom tiptoe behind the couch, staying out of your eye line, while Harry got out his phone, filming it. Harry gave Tom the go ahead, and just as he was about to surprise you, you spoke up again.

“I love Tom.” You blurted out, feeling your heart race in anticipation as you finally said what you’ve been holding back for weeks. All eyes fell on you, though you were only aware of Harrison’s. Tom was frozen in his half-crouch, trying to comprehend what he just heard. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Is it too soon to tell him tomo-”

You were cut off by a loud clanging behind you. Your eyes immediately landed on Tom, who was quite literally on the other side of the couch from you; you didn’t even process that it was Harry dropping his phone that caught your attention in the first place.

“Tom, I-” You started, but he cut you off, leaning over the couch to kiss you as if Harrison and Harry weren’t even there.

He pulled back, a smile on his face, “I love you, too.”

And then, the second time, Tom surprised you at the pub and you choked on a beer in shock. The time after that, Nikki coincidentally had an extra place setting at the Holland family dinner that you and Harrison were invited to. The last time, you were getting in your car to go on a grocery run with Harry when Tom jumped up from the back seat.

It was safe to say you were still on edge, knowing it could happen at any moment… if it did happen, that is. You just had a feeling that something was up, even though Harry, Harrison, and Tuwaine seemed to act like it was a normal day. In fact, none of them even left the house, unless you counted your morning run with Harrison.

As you got ready for bed later that night, you frowned a little at the empty sheets before you. All day, you’d hoped Tom would be home early; at least, you just had to sleep one more time alone before he was back. You slipped on one of Tom’s sweatshirts as your sleepshirt for the night and crawled into the cold bed. You checked the door one last time, just to make sure, before turning off your bedside lamp and putting your phone on the nightstand. Snuggling down in bed with your back to the door, you closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

After a few minutes of lying motionless in the dark, you gave up on trying to sleep for now. Grabbing your phone, you blinked sleepily as you turned down the brightness and unlocked it. You went straight for your photos app, knowing exactly which video you wanted to watch. You scrolled back three years to find the video of Tom surprising you for the first time, the very first time you both said: “I love you”. You quietly said the words aloud to yourself, hoping that maybe he could hear it, wherever he was in the world. 

“I love you, too.” You heard a whisper from the doorway. Your light flicked on, and you hurried out of your bed and into Tom’s arms. He held you tightly, not wanting to let go of you ever again.

“I missed you so much.” Tom murmured.

You pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes again, your hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I missed you, too.” You leaned in and kissed him, pouring every bit of relief to have him back into the kiss. You broke the kiss, just to mumble against his lips, “So much,” before kissing him again.

After a moment of being completely enraptured in each other’s embrace again, he stepped back, a sheepish look on his face, “Can we continue this in a moment? I really have to piss.”

“Ever the romantic.” You teased. As you climbed into bed again, Tom laughed and fully brought his luggage into the room, since he had dropped it to embrace you in the doorway. He left it all in the corner (and you made a note that tomorrow would be laundry day) before he disappeared to the bathroom. He came back a couple of moments later and went to grab out some pajama pants to change into.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You asked him with a small smirk, but his back was turned to you so he didn’t catch the look on your face.

“Getting pajamas, love.” He laughed. You let out a small sigh before taking off his sweatshirt that was wrapped around you.

“Your fiance is waiting.” You stated, throwing the sweatshirt at him as he turned around to face you.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?”

~~~

“We need a pool.” You could hear Harry say from the kitchen as you and Tom made your way downstairs the next morning.

“No, indoor gym- that’s the way to go.” Harrison insisted.

“What are you two on about?” Tom asked, his hand leaving yours to pour two cups of tea, one for you and one for him, while you popped some bread in the toaster for the two of you.

“Renovations for the house.” Your brother said, “I think we could use an indoor gym a lot more than a pool.”

“You know, actually, we need soundproof walls.” Harry joked, making Tom’s face turn red.

“I’m the one right next to them.” Harrison let out a groan, throwing his head back dramatically.

“You should both know by now to stay clear of the house when I come home.” Tom shrugged, and you nodded in agreement.

“Tuwaine learned after the first time.” You stated, taking a sip of your tea.

“Fucking animals.” Harrison muttered, shaking his head, before finishing off his tea. He cleared his breakfast spot and left the room without another word.

“So, when do you two get to do the wedding cake testing and can I come?” Harry asked cheekily.

“No.” You and Tom said simultaneously. With a grumble about you two being ‘no fun’, he left you both alone in the kitchen.

Sitting down to eat your very fancy breakfast of toast with nutella, Tom looked a little lost in thought. You waited a moment for him to speak up, but when he just munched on his toast quietly, you asked, “Is everything alright?”

“When do we get to do the cake tasting?” Tom asked, completely serious in his question.

“We can call some bakeries today and see what’s open this week?” You offered, and he nodded in agreement, taking a bite of his breakfast. Leaning in next to Tom, you pulled your phone out and began to look through Pinterest under the wedding cakes tag.

“I like that one.” He pointed out a beautiful three-tiered cake with delicate roses angled around the cake.

“The roses are a nice touch.” You hummed in agreement, adding the picture to a saved album. You paused your scrolling on another cake, a simpler two-tier with leaves intricately placed on the sides, “How about this one?”

“I like the roses more, but add it to the album for ideas.” He admitted, and you did just that.

“It just looks smoother. Maybe we can do both? Roses and a smooth finish.” You suggested, and Tom nodded.

“Sounds perfect.”

By some stroke of luck (or Tom name dropping himself while pretending to be his assistant), you two managed to get a cake tasting appointment in just a few days, which lined up perfectly to be just hours before Tom’s suit fitting. With a few decorative cake ideas already in mind, you both felt decently prepared about this next step in wedding planning.

“Are you absolutely positive you don’t need me to come?” Harrison asked. He was practically itching to put on his shoes and leave with you and Tom right now. “I’m the best man. I should be there.” 

“I’m the photographer. Who will capture this moment if I’m not there?” Harry questioned, and Tom furrowed his eyebrows at his younger brother.

“Mum’s coming.” Tom stated as if it was obvious.

“You invited mum and not me?” A sense of betrayal shone in Harry’s eyes.

“You’ll just have to wait for the wedding if you want cake.” He laughed, opening the front door. 

As you and Tom stepped outside hand in hand, you heard Tuwaine shout behind you both, “Bring the leftovers to your fitting!”

“We’ll never hear the end of this.” Tom muttered when you two were in the safety of his car.

“They’ll live.” You joked. Holding onto his hand loosely as he pulled the car away from the house. “Do I get to see what your suit looks like?”

“Not unless I get to see your dress early.” He laughed. As he stopped at a light, he brought your hand up to his lips to kiss you delicately.

“That’s bad luck.”

“And who says it’s not bad luck the other way around?” He raised his eyebrows at you, laughing softly. “You’re going to look like a princess in that dress, and you're going to make me cry at the altar, darling.”

“Happy tears, hopefully.” You teased lightly, even though you both knew he was being absolutely serious.

Tom just sent a smile your way, continuing the drive, before adding, “I really am the luckiest man to be marrying you.”

“You’re such a sap.” You said lovingly, making him laugh. “But I really am the luckiest girl. I can’t wait for our forever to start.”

“Forever and ever.”

When you two arrived, Nikki was already there. The three of you went through the process of ordering which cakes you’d like to try and speaking with the head baker about styles and designs. As you all sipped on champagne and waited for the baker to return with the cakes, Nikki spoke up.

“I never thought my Tom would grow up to have pink roses on his wedding cake.”

“What’s that mean?” Tom asked through a laugh, trying to hide how his ears tinted pink.

“I remember you going on and on about how you wanted a red and blue wedding cake.” She knew exactly what she was doing, and you could tell by Tom’s face that he had hoped she’d forgotten that childhood detail.

“I was seven. Of course I wanted a Spider-Man cake.” Tom insisted, his hand finding yours underneath the table. Whether he was doing it out of nerves or embarrassment, you weren’t entirely sure, but you intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed his hand reassuringly. It took you a moment to realize that all he really wanted was to hold you in any way possible.

“You were eleven.” Nikki corrected.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do pink roses then. Red’s always been more of your color.” You teased your fiance, and he looked at you, playfully unimpressed.

“Time to redo the wedding. We need it to be red and blue.” Tom joked, taking a sip of his champagne.

The baker came back with a tray of assorted cakes, a bright, yet nervous smile on her face. You could tell that she wanted to impress prospecting clients, but the way she eyed Tom was a dead giveaway that she knew exactly who he was. She set down the pieces of cake on the table, explaining each one- chocolate with cappuccino mousse, pink champagne with vanilla buttercream, lemon cake with a limoncello buttercream, and a classic fruitcake, extra boozy.

“I’ve never been a fan of fruitcake.” Tom admitted as the baker left the three of you alone.

“It’s traditional.” You reasoned, “Besides, it can be the top tier so it’s the smallest.”

As you took a bite of the fruitcake, which had to be the best and booziest fruitcake you’ve ever tasted, Tom turned to his mother, “What kind of cake did you and dad have at your wedding?”

“What kind do you think?” Nikki laughed, taking a bite of her fruitcake piece.

Tom shuddered, and you playfully rolled your eyes at him. Holding out a forkful of your fruitcake to him, you teased, “Come on, you big baby, just try it. It’s incredible.”

Without any objections, he did as told. You watched as he bit back a smile at the taste. “It’s not the worst thing ever.”

“Uhuh, that’s what I thought.” You nodded, helping yourself to some of the chocolate cake. The second it hit your tongue, you knew you wanted it as a part of the actual wedding cake. It was the perfect balance of chocolate and espresso flavors, and you just wanted more of it.

“Shit, that’s a good cake.” Tom said beside you, having just had a bite of the chocolate as well. He barely got the words out before he went for another bite. With a mouthful of chocolate cake, he turned to you, “We have to get this one.”

“Definitely.” You agreed.

If you thought the chocolate cake was perfection, the pink champagne one was a slice of heaven. The lemon one, while it was the best lemon cake you had ever eaten, just couldn’t compare. 

And, as quickly as you all had tried (more like, eaten) the cakes, you had decided on the flavors: chocolate as the bottom-most tier, pink champagne in the middle, and a small fruit cake tier perched on top. Thanks to your saved images on the Hollosterfield Webbing Pinterest board, you both knew a three-tiered, smooth white cake with pink flowers trickling down the side was how you wanted your wedding cake to be designed. 

After everything was finalized with the baker, the three of you exited the bakery and made your way to the cars outside. Aloud, Tom pondered, “I wonder if they’ll let us come back and sample some flavors again. We didn’t get to try the red velvet.”

“We’ll end up with a million wedding cakes if we sample any more.” You teased, and he just shrugged.

“That doesn’t sound like a problem.”

“Are you off to your suit fitting?” Nikki asked Tom, when the three of you came to a stop in front of Tom’s car and Nikki’s. He nodded in response.

“I’ve got to drop Y/N off at home, and then I’ll meet the boys at the tailors. They��re probably already there waiting for me.” He admitted sheepishly, making Nikki shake her head.

“I can drive you home, Y/N.” She offered. “And we can stop for lunch, too.”

“I’d love-” You began, but Tom cut you off.

“Mum, are you trying to steal my fiancee?” There was a small, overdramatic pout on his lips, and you rolled your eyes playfully at his antics.

“Oh no, you’ve uncovered my master plan.” Nikki said, sarcastically.

Laughing, you turned to Tom and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. You leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Go get yourself a hot ass suit.”

“A hot ass suit? So I can’t get a vomit green suit?” He joked.

“Preferably no vomit green.” You stated, and Tom leaned in to give you a chaste kiss.

“I’ll see you at home.” He whispered to you, giving you one last peck on the lips before he stepped away from you to go to his car.

“Don’t miss me too much.” You blew him a kiss, and he overdramatically pretended to catch it. He was a dork, but he was your dork- and in a few months, he’d officially be your dork forever.

Just over an hour later, you and Nikki had finished eating your lunch, but you found yourselves still enjoying your chat away from the others; it was a rare occasion that it was ever just the two of you.

“Thank you for this, Nikki.” You told her with a smile.

“You don’t have to thank me. You’re family, now.” She reassured you. She paused for a moment, “I wanted to give you something.”

“Oh, Nikki-“ You started, but your voice got caught in your throat as she slid a small, dark blue velvet box across the table. Slowly, under her anxious and watchful eyes, you opened it. On a soft white cushion inside sat a pair of sapphire stud earrings, encased by small, beautiful diamonds. You were at a loss for words as you gazed at the brilliant jewelry before you.

“When Dom proposed to me, my engagement ring had two sapphires— my birthstone, and, when we got married and I got my wedding ring, I stopped wearing it. Then, Tom proposed to you, and I had the ring’s sapphires remade into earrings. I told myself I’d give the sapphires to my daughter, and you’re my daughter now, so that it’s only right that you have them.” She explained. When you finally managed to tear your eyes away from the earrings to look at her, you saw the proud, yet nervous smile on her face and the slight buildup of tears in her eyes.

“Thank you,” was all you could manage to say. You reached over the table and held her hand, giving it a squeeze of reassurance, to silently tell her how much it meant to you because both of you knew you the tear gates would open if you spoke another word.

That night, as Tom got ready for bed, you couldn’t help yourself from looking at the earrings again, eyeing how the glittered in the dim light from your nightstand. Tom wandered into the room, his sweats hanging low on his waist.

“I’m exhausted. Who knew eating cake and taking measurements would be so tiring?” He yawned, getting into the bed beside you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, ready to cuddle as he fell asleep, when he noticed the box in your hand. “What’s that?”

“Your mum gave them to me. The sapphires were used in her engagement ring.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke, both of you knowing the weight of the words. You felt Tom’s fingers shift to find your hands, his finger ghosting over your own engagement ring. “She said they were meant for her daughter and that I-“

You stopped yourself short, knowing he could fill in rest. Ever so sweetly, Tom placed a chaste kiss to your lips, and his hand cupped the side of your face as he pulled away. “You’re a Holland now.”

~~~

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[farfromharry]

summary: harrison saves you from your annoying coworker at your works christmas party

harrison osterfield x reader

w/c 0.4k

day 14 of 25 <3

“when are you getting here?” you asked, almost as soon as he answered the phone.

“hello to you too, sweetheart.” he answered sarcastically. you rolled your eyes.

“harrison.” you muttered, covering one ear to try and drown out the loud christmas songs.

“fine, i’m in a bit of traffic, but i won’t be long.” you sighed. you heard harrison grumble on the other side of the phone.

“is he bothering you again?”

“yeah, i’ve even been holding my belly, hoping he’d take the hint.” harrison huffed.

“i’ll be there soon, i love you.”

“i love you too, bye baby.” you hung up the phone, quickly checking your hair in the bathroom mirror before heading back out to the main offices.

you grabbed yourself a drink, from the table beside the christmas tree, trying your best to avoid the man that hadn’t left you alone all night.

“hey y/n, thought i’d lost you there.” you sighed in annoyance, turning around with a smile.

“hi jason.” it was ridiculously awkward for the first few minutes when neither of you knew what to say.

“you look amazing by the way, that dress really suits you.” you nodded awkwardly, glancing around the room in hopes harrison would arrive any minute to save you. your hand with your wedding band on was still clutching your belly, trying to hint to your coworker that you were happily taken and expecting.

he was about to start saying something else when arms wrapped around you.

“how’s my girl doing?” you blushed, turning your head and seeing your fiancé with a grin on his face. you cupped his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him gently with a small ‘hi.’

“and how’s my little rascal?” he bent down and kissed your clothed belly, a giggle slipping past your lips. the cute moment was cut short when the male cleared his throat.

“uh, hi, i’m jason.” harrison glanced at you before faking a smile and shaking the man’s hand.

“harrison.” he muttered through clenched teeth. he eventually took the hint and walked away awkwardly, leaving you and harrison to talk alone.

“you’re a lifesaver.”

“just call me your hero.” he winked. you rolled your eyes, leaning up to wrap your arms around his neck. he tucked his head into your neck, swaying you both gently to the christmas music that played in the background. right now it was just the two of you in the world and you couldn’t have asked for more.

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[bo-rhapheart]

Request Is Wide Open.

Send some request. I recent just got a new laptop. So i need a reason to use it. If you’re wondering who I write it’s in this link. 

[petersasteria]

168 Hours - Haz Osterfield

☆ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 + 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 ☆

SERIES MASTERLIST || HO MASTERLIST

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

MAIN CAST

Jacob Tremblay as Harley James Osterfield

Asa Butterfield Amadis the Angel of Wishes

You as Y/N Y/L/N

Harrison ‘Haz’ Osterfield as Himself

Thomas Stanley Holland as Himself

SUPPORTING CAST

Timotheé Chalamet as Himself

Saoirse Ronan as Herself

Bradley Will Simpson as Himself

Finn Wolfhard as Finn the Angel

Keanu Reeves as Jesus

Morgan Freeman as God

Aidan Gallagher as Saint Thomas Aquinas

Jaeden Martell as Saint Christopher

Anthony Mackie as Saint Anthony of Padua

EXTRAS

Florence Pugh as Florence, the girl from Chapter 11

Octavia Spencer as The lady with the guitar from Chapter 4

Leslia Mann as Mrs. Smith

Noah Jupe as Jack Smith

Chloe Grace Moretz as Chloe from Chapter 6 and 13

Donald Glover as The man in charge from Chapter 12

Sacha Baron Cohen as Man 1

Bill Hader as Man 2

Jason Sudeikis as Man 3

𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

Dear anyone still reading this,

If you’re reading this, sit back, relax, and enjoy reading this farewell letter.

When I started this series, I honestly thought it would be a hit. I overestimated it and I kind of got disappointed when it wasn’t well-received. Meaning, the notes didn’t meet my expectations. For the first three chapters, I literally had zero notes and I’m not exaggerating. I was baffled because I thought to myself, “this plot is so unique and it’s Haz. It’s basically really good” and I thought that unique plot + Haz = best fic ever. I thought wrong, apparently. However, I kept writing it because I have readers on Wattpad too and they really love this series. That made me continue it.

I got sidetracked in the middle of writing this series and I paused production because I wasn’t in the right state of mind and my mental health was declining. So, I had to temporarily let this fic go. I didn’t want to write a chapter just because I had to. My loyal readers don’t deserve a half-assed chapter, they deserve so much more than that. I took my time in writing this series and that’s where I finally cracked and asked help from my irl friends. They’re the reason why this series just became better than I had imagined in my head. Without them, I wouldn’t know what to do and this is probably still on hold.

@lovingsiriusoswald​ thank you for sending me writing generators and for letting me read your prompts whenever I need an idea for something. I just want to let you know that this series was born from a writing generator and one of your prompts. I love you.

@croissantwriting​ thank you for taking a time of your day to join in brainstorming. I appreciate it. I love you. Welcome to my world x

@blueleatherbag​ thank you for everything. You’ve been here since day one, sis. You’ve been supporting this series since it was still brainstorming about it on Messenger. Thank you for listening to my thoughts and for helping me and for supporting me. You deserve the world and I’d be lost without you because you even make sure my things are intact just the way I like it. You do all of those without asking for anything in return and I honestly don’t know how to repay you. You’re a great friend and I love you.

I hope all of you enjoyed this series as much as I loved writing it. This series is my baby and I love it so much and it means a lot to me. If you’ve read this series since day one, thank you so much for the support.

Whether you’ve been reading this series since day one or if you just started yesterday, thank you for allowing this small piece of me become a part of your life.

I hope I see you all on my future works. I love you and thank you.

Love,

K.

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