#stephanswers

[hazinhoodies]

I feel like pics of Haz in hoodies are so freaking hard to find. Do you have some?

it’s my url for a reason

[sheenabrennan-blog]

What do you think is the best trait about your character? How about the worst? Why?

OOC:

Best: Sheena is Astute, though I haven’t fully explained or shown her properly doing what she perhaps does best. This is for many reason’s, though she is a different person from what she once was Sheena still has her bad a good traits.  

Worst: Though she is callous, no one has experienced that side of her yet within the town. Nor will I explain as to why this is her worst trait, sometimes leaving surprises for everyone is the best way to go.

[thedevildreamsofimagines]

Hey I'm newish to tumblr so sorry if this like isn't the right place for requests😳 buttttt I was wondering if you could do an outlander imagine like Jamie saving you from British soldiers+amor😂 thanks ps I love your blog!!!

No you’re totally fine. This is where you request stuff :). I can add this to my to do list. 

[yasminsmolbean]

in your Clara cosplay, the blueish dress w the yellow long sleeve- where'd you get those shoes?? they are so pretty!!!

Depop! They’re topshop awesome boots. Keep an eye out on depop/ebay they do pop up occasionally! They are wonderful shoes and shockingly comfortable :) 

[hazinhoodies]

Harrison wearing his hood up eating you out so you're gripping onto his hood and he looks up and smiles at you and he had your juices all over his mouth

hi nonny!! i don’t write nsfw content unfortunately but here are some creators who do! (or have previously)

@wazzupmrstark @stuckonspidey @t-hollanderr @uglypastels @hollandlovely

[hazinhoodies]

I dare you 😁

BET

also @softholand​ and @hjosterfield​ already read this but here u go again to you two

i can’t see me lovin nobody but you, for all my life

You truly do realize how ironic this for this song to be playing as you swivel off of your seat to duck out of view, hidden by the body of the car. Only moments ago you had been smiling so much your cheeks hurt as you poorly sang along, laughing with your fiancé- no, husband now. You knew something was going to go wrong the second you saw the first black suv of the set of three passed in front of you.

when you’re with me baby the skies’ll be blue, for all my life

All that remains of the happy moment is the ache in your cheeks as shattered glass rains down from above you, littering the cream coloured leather seat as bullet casings lodge themselves in the head rest. That would’ve been your head mere seconds ago. Your knees start to cramp and your ears ring from the shots but somehow the song seems to play over them.

me and you, and you and me

The car is still moving. You can look outside and still watch the city pass below you as Tom still somehow maneuvers the car. You trust him, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened but you can’t help but remember hours earlier when you’d said that someone else should accompany you as you head home from the service. Whether they were in the car with you or just ahead or behind you, every piece of glass that bounces off your arm inflates the feeling of I told you so.

no matter how you toss the dice, it had to be

You peer up over the edge of the car, a choice that likely wasn’t in your best interest. You can see the bare metal underneath the baby turquoise of the car hood and your heart aches a little, you’d spent so long finding the perfect colour, they had to custom mix. You duck back under the dashboard, out of sight once again, and rest your head against the door, just waiting for the bullets to stop while hoping that if metal crunches, it isn’t yours. There’s no way that you would be injury free from the position you’re in now.

the only one for me is you, and you for me

Tom puts one hand on his arm, you look up to see him sing the line. His eyes are still frantic and expressions harsh in comparison to what he wanted to show you. The wind blows harshly against his face, pulling his skin back, that’s what happens when you have no windshield you supposed, he ducks out of the way as some glass from the corner chips off more and flies towards him. You take his hand in both of yours God, what a unique situation you’ve married yourself into.

so happy together

so happy together

[hazinhoodies]

16 more? 👀👀

you can only post 10 at a time so here’s 10

[hazinhoodies]

how about jokingly teasing Harrison into wearing hoodies more?

not quite what you asked for but this is the vibe rn

“You’re so warm” you mumble as you burrow yourself further into his chest, cheek pressed against the teal cotton. One arm of his wraps around your waist and rubs your back lightly while the other continues to make his tea like he had been before your snuck into his arms. Your hands sneak under the hem of his sweater and the shirt underneath to press against his back, causing his back to arch away from your chilly palms.

“Your hands are so cold, darling” Harrison half laughs as he drops his spoon into the sink and pushes the sugar back into its spot against the wall on the counter.

“You should wear hoodies more” You say as Harrison takes a sip from his tea, swallowing before he responds.

“Why’s that?”

“The vibes are immaculate” Harrison’s chest shakes with a hearty laugh. “I’m serious! there’s such soft boyfriend vibes, I love it. Not that I don’t always love you, just especially when you wear hoodies”

“I would wear more hoodies if i had them” Harrison’s other arm wraps around you and he starts to sway gently.

“No, you have plenty. I am left with a few” You stay silent for a couple moments processing what he said. He has tons of sweaters! You know he does! You’ve gone through his drawer yourself and worn-

“I did not come over today to get roasted like this excuse you” You deadpan. Harrison laughs once again, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before mumbling a drawn out ‘love you’ into your hair line.

[hazinhoodies]

you are really out here doing the lords work. thank you 🙌🏻🙌🏻

here’s the last six for you nonny

[hazinhoodies]

some soft hoodie stealing stuff with sam

this is hella old i’m sorry and i suppose it’s not exactly ‘stealing’

You and Sam stare at each other, frozen in the moment as heat rises to your cheeks and Sam cant help but to raise his eyebrows at you from his spot in the doorframe to his bedroom. You remain awkwardly half crouched, folded sweaters in hand and drawer open in front of you.

“You know i was looking for one of those recently. Didn’t know where it went but at least I know now” Sam breaks first, his semi serious words don’t hide the ‘gotcha’ smile on his lips.

“This isn’t what it looks like i swear” You say, playing guilter than you actually are. This is exactly what it looks like. You’d stolen his sweaters secretively weeks ago, but since then they’d stopped smelling like him. So now you were trying to return them, freshly washed and unseen, although the latter hadn’t worked out how you’d hoped.

Sam lets out a chuckle and takes the top sweater off of the pile in your hands and one of the sweaters from the drawer. He puts on the one from your pile as you put the rest away and tosses you the one from the drawer that fills you with the familiarity and comfort that you’d originally stolen them for.

“All you gotta do is ask”

this is a specialty s/o to @stuckonspidey purely because i think she’ll like it

[hazinhoodies]

so your name is hoodie related, does that mean you are open to writing hoodie related content?

is that even a question?

yes

[hazinhoodies]

do you know a Harrison Osterfield fic he has a famous chain of bookstores and the reader is the owner of a bookstore in their hometown called Lost in Wonderland (I think) And he plans on buying her bookstore and they meet and fall in love with eachother but they don't know who the other is (she doesn't know that he is the man that wants to buy her bookstore and he doesn't know she is the owner of the bookstore he wants to buy)

i don’t know of this! but if any of my followers do pls lmk. if you find it, send it to me if you don’t mind. i’d love to read it!!

[hazinhoodies]

why is your blog named after an item of clothing

i hope this answers your question

[hazinhoodies]

AHH CONGRATS STEPH ILY!! Maybe 15 and 28 from the prompt list? -dahliaspidey

Click. Slam. Bang. Flop. Silence, but not for long. Groan.

The series of sounds that follows as Tom opens the door to your room, shuts it behind him, drops all of his things on your floor and flops on your bed, face down on your pillow all while you sit on your bed, back against the headboard and your laptop on your lap.

“How was your day, honey?” You say sarcastically. You and Tom weren’t together, merely friends and roommates. Tom flips over on your bed, now glaring up at you.

“It was just lovely. Absolutely splendid. Really fucking amazing” Tom scoffs.

“Want to talk about it?” You ask as you close your laptop up, placing it next to you before patting your to high for Tom to rest his head on which he does without even saying another word.

“Love is overrated,” He says, relishing in the way that your fingers wind themselves in his curls.

“Is that so?”

“Yep. I’m tired of girls who just want to fuck. Like it’s fun but I want a relationship. Like a deep emotional connection,” He pauses, sighing. “Who needs love when you have a roommate who lets you complain while they play with your hair.”

You can’t help but laugh at that as you think of what to say and how to start your sentence. There’s only a few things that you can think of to say and all of them end with you admitting something that you weren’t absolutely certain you wanted to say, but the more you think about it, the more you know you have to say it. The weight has never felt quite so heavy on your shoulders as it does now and this will either relieve it or make it worse.

“Well. I think you should still give love a chance. You never know what’ll come to you.” Tom opens one eye and peers up at you curiously.

“What fantastic dates have you been on recently that have you all philosophical about love?”

“None, trust me you’d know about them” You say with a laugh. “There’s just someone that I really care about and really really like”

It feels heavy comings out of your mouth, your lips wanting to stick together every time they touch to stop your sentence.

“He sounds lucky. Why don’t you tell him?” Tom closes his eyes once again, resettling his head on your lap.

“Just did,” You press your lips together and feel your heart beat faster and harder against your sternum. You watch Toms expression shift to three different forms of confusion before his eyes shoot open and he sits up.

“What?” Tom is frantic, heart pounding in his chest, breaths shallow, if he didn’t know any better, he’d say it was an adrenaline rush.

“I thought it was pretty clear, Tom”

“No no. You mean... me?”

“Of course it’s you”

“What do you mean of course?”

“It’s always been you, Tom”

[hazinhoodies]

11 and 12

11) what are your ambitions?

i think it’s a waste of my talents if i don’t become a teacher so yeah... that. i want to teach

12) 3 deal breakers in a relationships

hygiene, political views, i don’t care if they’re religious but if they force their religion into other people

[hazinhoodies]

hey i actually found your blog in my recommended for you section and the fact that you had haz in your url and him as your dp was a guarantee follow from me lol

lol remember when i was a tom url and only made harrison content and now i’m a harrison blog and only work on tim content

that’s super cool tho i hope u enjoy the ride that is my shitshow of a blog

tell me how u found my blog