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Late Night Resolutions || Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: for @social-holland‘s 500 follower writing challenge! Congrats again, lovely!

Prompt: I broke my nose by running into a wall

Summary: after a fight with Harrison you spend new year’s eve at a party without him where you end up breaking your nose.

What I listened to while writing: Youngblood by 5 Seconds of Summer (....in high school I was a hardcore stan)

Warnings: swearing, blood, jealousy, angst

Word Count: 1.3k

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You were definitely still a little bit drunk, which was mostly an advantage to you right now, but the flutes sparkly champagne had turned to bottles of gatorade and the loud music had faded to code blues being announced over the staticy intercom. You hadn’t planned to spend new year’s eve in the emergency room, but you hadn’t planned to get drunk off your ass either. You’d been sitting in the waiting room for over two hours now, but at least the pain had settled to a dull throb- thanks to the ice pack resting on the bridge of your nose.

Even though you’d already been waiting so long, your broken nose wasn’t exactly at the top of the priority list on a night like tonight when there were so many other people to attend to. You wanted to take a nap, despite the fluorescent lights and all of the chaos around you. You just wanted to close your eyes and forget all about tonight.

You heard Harrison before you saw him. Low, tired voice cut with a sharp accent speaking urgently to someone at the front desk. He stood at the entrance to the hospital, hands in the pockets of his sweats, asking a nurse where you were. Your instinct was to perk up when you saw him, but when you remembered everything that had lead you to this moment you felt betrayed. You lifted your head from Tom’s shoulder to face him.

“You called him?” you whimpered pathetically.

“I had to,” Tom replied apologetically and you laid your head back onto his shoulder with a sigh.

Impulsively, you pulled Tom’s suit jacket tighter around you, hoping it would somehow make you invisible. You were so embarrassed. The only reason your boyfriend wasn’t with you at the emergency room already was because you and Harrison had been fighting earlier. It was an old argument. As an editor you often brought your projects home with you, working late into the night until your eyes began to hurt from staring at a screen for too long or you fell asleep at your laptop. Haz felt like you overworked yourself into an unhealthy state, but you always defensively assured him you were fine.

Tonight things had escalated until you ended up at Laura Harrier’s new year’s eve party, which Haz had stubbornly refused to come to, to prove to him that you weren’t always working. Then you got wasted, naturally, because you were upset you were at a party on new year’s without your boyfriend. One thing led to another, and you broke your nose at said party. Fast forward through a ride to the hospital in Tom’s car, where Tom was freaking the fuck out the entire time and you were trying not to get blood on his nice leather seats, and now you were here.

You waited with dread until you could sense Harrison standing above you before you looked up at him, keeping your head firmly on his best mate’s shoulder.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked with genuine concern, all traces of anger from earlier gone.

“What does it look like?” you groaned. Harrison only chuckled.

In his defense, you were a pitiful sight. For one, your nose was crooked now under the ice pack, and you had dried blood all over your face and glittery silver dress. Your eyes were swollen and your makeup was smudged under your eyes from crying. You were a hot mess.

Haz turned to Tom. “I can’t believe you let her sit here for two hours without me!”

“Mate, she begged me not to call you.” Tom protested.

“For fucks sake I’m your best friend!”

“I’m right here, you know,” you interjected, hoping your words didn’t sound as slurred as they felt in your head.

“Alright, mate well you could at least pretend like you don’t enjoy having y/n all over you.” Harrison spat. “I can take it from here.”

Usually jealous Harrison turned you on, but here? Now? Did he have to do this at 2:30 am in the middle of the emergency room?

“You have got to be kidding me,” you sighed in exasperation but sat up anyway. “Tom was being a good friend.”

“Yeah, well he can go back to the party now. I’ve got it. And you can give him back his bloody jacket,” Haz added as he began to unzip his own hoodie for you.

Tom stood then looked over at you. “You’ll be okay?”

You nodded and handed him his blazer. “Yeah, thanks for being here, and for driving me. I owe you big time.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said then winked at you just to tease Harrison. “Call me if you need anything, either of you.”

You watched him go then slumped in your chair, cheeks burning. You felt Haz settle into the chair next to you and wrap his hoodie around your shoulders, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him. You still felt so stupid.

“Do you need some more ice, love?” You shook your head. “Y/n, look at me. Talk to me.”

“I’m such an idiot,” you moaned, tears rolling down your cheeks despite your effort to hold them back.

“Let me see,” he urged.

Gingerly, you removed the ice pack from to show him the damage. When you had looked in the mirror earlier there had been a little bit of bruising on either side of your nose and some under your left eye. You suspected it had gotten worse by now.

“Oh, babe,” he gasped and brought his hands to the side of your face where he gently tilted your head to get a better look. “How’d this happen?”

“I broke my nose by running into a wall.”

“What?”

The memory was so humiliating you didn’t want to relive it yet, but you told Harrison anyway. “Laura’s house has a lot of stairs,” you sighed, earning a soft smile from Haz. “Basically, I was up in the loft because that’s where the booze was, but then Tom and Jacob wanted me to come play pool so I was following them downstairs, and tripped on the stairs and fell into the wall.”

Harrison coughed through a chuckle, trying to hide it.

“Stop!” you cried, but you were laughing too. “It was horrible! So many people saw, and there was blood on the wall-” your eyes widened in realization “I got blood on Laura’s wall, I need to call her! I need to apologize!” You turned your phone over to see several texts and missed calls from Harrison as well as a few from some of your friends at the party.

“You can call her tomorrow, love. Don’t worry about it right now.”

“God, I’m such an idiot,” you repeated leaning back, banging your head against the wall accidentally. Harrison winced. “Christ, this night keeps getting better.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

You sighed, taking the ice off your nose for another moment. “I was embarrassed.”

“But you got Tom to take you to the hospital and not me?”

“Oh my god, I have a fucking broken nose and that’s what you’re caught up on?” You pulled away from Harrison’s grasp. “We’d been fighting, Haz. I thought that you were still mad at me. Tom was already at the party, he saw the whole thing happen and he offered to drive me.”

Harrison took a deep breath. “You’re right, y/n, I’m sorry. I’m just mad at myself that I wasn’t there for you.”

“It’s not your fault. How could you have known?”

“No, I mean the fact that I wasn’t at the party in the first place. It’s new year’s eve and I was a such a dick. I wasn’t even there for midnight.”

“You’re here now, and we can make it up later.” You leaned back into him and felt him relax underneath you. 

Even though your nose still hurt like hell, you felt a thousand times better now that Harrison was here. You hadn’t realized how badly you’d wanted him to be there with you earlier, despite how embarrassed you were. The two of you lapsed into silence and turned your attention to the new year’s countdown on tv that was playing for a different timezone.

Suddenly, Harrison spoke up. “I think my new year’s resolution is to be less-”

“Jealous?”

“I was going to say intense, but same idea, yeah.” He squeezed your shoulder affectionately. 

“Mine is to be less clumsy,” you decided.

“Oh we’ll see about that,” Harrison said with raised eyebrows.

“Fuck you.”

The countdown on the tv hit midnight and Harrison leaned over to kiss your lips softly, careful not to bump your nose. “Happy new year to you too, love.”

okay I swear I was like I need a picture of Haz where he looks super comfy for this (preferably wearing glasses bc fuck me) and like !!! he fucking posted that video!! lmao why do I always post my writing in the middle of the night?? Idk but i leave to go back to college tomorrow (or i guess today) and I!! Still!! Haven’t!! Packed!! Also, thank you @me-a-hopeless-romantic for giving me much needed info about broken noses lol

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Leftovers

So, I don’t know how I feel about it, but this is my first ever entry for a writing challenge. Anyway, let me know what you think. Also congrats on 500, @social-holland

Prompt #20 “I guess we have to break up”

You huffed, growing tired of rummaging through the fridge for the leftovers from last night. You were SURE you had put them in a glass container on the second shelf in the back left corner, doing your best to hide it from the black hole you called a boyfriend. You sigh again, moving the same four containers of food around before beginning to accept that the leftover baked ziti and meatballs that your mother had sent you home with after dinner last night were gone. You pushed the refrigerator door closed, scowling at its uselessness to fight off your always starving boyfriend.

“Hey, Haz?” You call out, hoping that maybe you’d just missed it. Harrison rounds the corner, shirtless with grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Normally, this fact would be a total distraction, completely taking over your thoughts. However, this time, your attention was drawn to the fork hanging out of his lips and YOUR baked ziti in the bowl he was eating out of. 

“Is that my mom’s baked ziti?” You breathed out, unsure if you had grown so hungry that now you were hallucinating.

“No,” Harrison hesitated before putting another forkful in his mouth. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot while your E/C eyes stared him down.

“Harrison, you knew I was looking forward to eating that.”

“Well...” He seemed to think over what to say, “You snooze, you lose right? That’s what you always tell me when I want the first shower and you run in there before me, just so I have to wait,” He shrugs nonchalantly. You growled. He wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point.

“Don’t change the subject!”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, gathering what was left of the food on his fork, “Do you want the last bite?”

“Yes, please” You began to cross the kitchen to him, when he quickly shoveled the fork into his own mouth, grinning smugly around the pasta. Your jaw dropped, and it took everything in you to hold back the laughter you could feel bubbling up in your throat. Harrison shot you a playful wink, putting the dishes in the sink.

“Sorry, babe.”

“That’s it, I won’t stand for you eating my leftovers anymore. I deserve a man who will let me enjoy my own damn food. I guess we have to break up,” You shook your head with a shrug, teasing him. He crossed his arms over his broad chest.

“That’s not funny.”

“Then why are you trying so hard not to laugh?” You countered quickly. Harrison narrowed his eyes at you, and you mimicked him. Before you could stop him, he rushed over to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He maintained a good grip on your hips despite your wiggling around while you giggled helplessly.

“Put me down, Haz,” You gasped out between laughs and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the beautiful sound. He spun you around for a minute before gently throwing you down onto the couch, quickly crawling on top of you.

“You think you can leave me that easily?” He panted in your ear, trying to catch his breath which only took yours away.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” You bit your lip before pulling him into a gentle, loving kiss. “Just leave half of MY leftovers next time.”

[social-holland]

500 Followers Writing Challenge!!!

Last night I hit 500 Followers. This is so crazy. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you to all the lovely people! To celebrate I will host a writing challenge. Please, don’t let this fail!

Rules:

Everybody can partcipate, you don’t have to follow me

Please reblog this post and spread the word

Send me an ask with the prompt and person you would like to write

Two people per prompt but it can be any au! you want it to be as well as angst, fluff, smut, whatever you like it to be (No smut for under people under 18 even when their aged up!)

You can write for any character/person you want. Tom Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Shawn Mendes, Harry Holland, Zendaya, Jacob Batalon, any MCU Characters

Can be a oneshot or whole fic

Please make sure to tag it under #teresas500wc

 Everything over 500 words should please have a read more

I will reblog every single piece and add it to a masterlist. Since tumblr often messes up, if I don’t reblog within a week, send me a dm.

 Last but not least, please send everything in until 25th of January. Thought it would be fitting since it’s my birthday. If you should need more time just let me know. Have fun!

Prompts/ Song Prompts are under the read more...

Prompts:

1. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” (1/2) @spideysaveschristmas with Zendaya

2. “Maybe you should try being more optimistic?”

3. “We’re going to die, quickly.”

4. “Sounds more like a job interview than a date.”

5. “I didn’t know how much I loved you until now.”

6. “I don’t know how to fix it anymore.” (1/2) @scholarlyspidey with Tony/Peter

7.“I wish she was me. Why can’t you just love me?”

8. “The only thing missing is something blue.”

9. “Can I get a picture of you for my shrine?”

10. “Did you just try to poison me? How rude. I thought we were friends.” (1/2) @dtftomholland with Tom Holland

11. “I’m throwing myself a pizza party. Care to join?”

12. “How are you still alive? You only know how to make pasta!”

13. “I broke my nose by running into a wall.” (2/2) @wazzupmrstark with Harrison Osterfield / @johnsambrosemcclaren with Tom Holland

14. “But, did you die? No? Then stop complaining, we’re fine.” (1/2) @summernykole with Harrison Osterfield

15. “Well, that didn’t work.”

16. “Not only is my room lit, but so am I.”

17. “This will help us.”

18. “I wish I was just good enough for you. But I don’t.”

19. “My mom said you suck.”

20. “I guess we have to break up.” (1/2) @summernykole with Harrison Osterfield

21. “Another one bites to dust.”

22. “it’s a goodbye from me.”

23. “Why would you do that?”

24. “If you would just open your eyes, you would see how much I give a fuck/care about you.” (1/2) @inluved with Shawn Mendes

Song Prompts:

Shawn Mendes- Nervous

Shawn Mendes- Queen

Being As An Ocean – Know My Name

Astrid S – Bloodstream

Bring Me The Horizon – Wonderful Life

Selena Gomez – Rivival

You Me At Six – Back again

You Me At Six – 3am

 Tagging some lovely people and mutals so this doesn’t fail:

@hollandroos @tomhollanduniverse @spiderrrling @notimeforthemessenger @noir-spiderr @spxderbarnes @hazthediv @hazsterfield @madmadmilk @softhollandhoe @t-h0tland @hollandfieldblurbs @cutiehollands @urbanhaz @uglypastels @moonkissedtom @christmas-marvel @parkerstan @beautiful-holland @hollanderheart @jetblackshawn @sleepybesson @hollandfieldluv

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how to trick someone into loving you ( part one - the set up )

Synopsis: You would’ve been content with never interacting with Tom Holland. With his loud personality and questionable behavior, you planned on avoiding the dumb jock for all of your university days. But when he proposes a way for both of you to get what you want, how can you say no? Pairing: uni!Tom Holland x reader Word Count: 2.8k~ Warning: none i think?? A/N: me: /has so many wips in my drafts | also me: /sees something on pinterest, gets interested in a writing challenge, and immediately decides to start a new fic

sorry that i’m absolute garbage in that sense fam, but i just got super excited about this idea. idiotic, hot boys who get into dumb shenanigans? oof. jfc i am moronsexual. this is my contribution to @social-holland’s writing challenge with the prompt “i broke my nose by running into a wall.” (congrats on 500 followers!) like always, feedback is appreciated/loved aka it sure would be a nice christmas gift if y’all did that

There were certain things in life that you knew no one could change your mind about. You maintained that any rotten day could be fixed up with plenty of chocolate and a nice cup of tea. You knew that a cute outfit could be easily ruined by the wrong pair of shoes. You believed sparkling water was a scam just like the ever classic line “it’s not you, it’s me”. And you were confident that you would never be friends with Tom Holland. 

It wasn’t like Tom was a terrible guy. He just wasn’t a great guy, and that’s what made him questionable to you. The first time you met him was when he stumbled out of your roommate’s place in the morning during freshman year. With his disheveled hair and clothes, you expected some sort of embarrassment from him. After all he was doing the walk of shame right in front of you. Yet he just nodded in your direction as he tossed on his jacket, leaving you to stare at the stranger who left your dorm. 

Your roommate later wailed about how she had been so sure that Tom was the one. That seemed to be a reoccurring theme amongst girls when it came to him. He could easily charm the pants off of any girl he chose. Literally. It irked you to think that he could just get away with it without any repercussions.  

Yet even with his charm, Tom Holland was not the brightest bulb; it showed with his questionable comments and foolish actions. If you dared him to do anything, he always jumped at the chance to show off. Running over a frozen lake? Sure. Chugging five beers in a row? Of course. Doing flips over keg stands? How could he pass up the opportunity, really? 

Whenever he spoke, he had an air of confidence in which he said anything that came to mind. It made you wonder if he ever thought before he spoke, but clearly he never did. You watched as he seemed to skate through life, oblivious to the reality around him. The only time his confidence faltered was during actual schoolwork. 

Every year you had at least one course with him, never on purpose but always an unfortunate mishap. In those classes, you watched as he either slept or remained dazed throughout the entire course. Teachers rarely called on him, knowing he’d either get the answer wrong or create an elaborate answer that had absolutely nothing to do with the question at hand. 

This year was entirely new territory. Both of you signed up for an Ethics course, which was tougher than expected. Professor Langley made it clear from the beginning he had no time for foolishness in his class. If you had no intention of showing up for classes besides the final, he advised you drop his course. If you weren’t paying attention during his class, he’d ask you to leave and suggest you choose an easier class. His intense attitude was daunting to say the least. 

It struck you as odd that Tom stayed in the course despite being constantly late and consistently having a glazed look in his eyes. Even when the professor embarrassed him in front of his peers, he just shrugged it off. 

You figured it’d be easy enough to avoid Tom. After all, you didn’t bother to stand out the way others tried to. You were content enjoying your university career without Tom Holland in your life. But some things require a partner, even if you didn’t want help. 

A month into your Ethics course and things hadn’t gotten any easier. It was hands down your most difficult class yet you had no intention of dropping the course. After all, it wasn’t like you to quit when the times got tough. If anything, you planned on acing this course. 

As you quickly typed notes during class, you couldn’t help but glance at the clock every once in a while. Only five minutes left. Time couldn’t move fast enough. 

Winding down from the current subject, Professor Langley cleared his throat. He placed his hands behind his back before looking around the room. 

“So I’ve finished reading your first essays.” Everyone begun slinking in their seats, dread building at this statement. None of you expected to write an essay a week into the course, yet Langley didn’t seem to care. He told the class how the only way anyone would learn was if they immersed themselves in the subject matter. Of course no one felt moved by his reasoning. Still you spent countless hours researching your material before submitting your essay in hopes of a good grade. 

“I’ve got to say. Some of these are...Mediocre, to say it nicely” he tutted, shaking his head. “A couple of them are impressive, but it’s mostly mediocre work. I really expected more from this group. Let’s hope that your next essays won’t disappoint.” 

“All of your papers are in the file boxes at the front of the classroom” he gestured towards his desk. “They’re all organized alphabetically by last name. Please come pick them up before you leave. That’s all for today” he finished as he strode out of the classroom. Murmurs filled the room, everyone nervous about their grade. People slowly filtered towards the front and towards the desktop file boxes including yourself. Multiple students grimaced looking at their papers while some cursed both their paper and Langley. 

Heart beating quickly, you approached the boxes and searched for the right tab. It was finally the moment to see if all your hard work paid off or not. You breathed a sigh of relief when you found your paper. In red ink the number 98 was circled. It was a bit difficult to decipher the professor’s messy scrawl, but you grinned when you realized it read “cohesive analysis. keep up the good work”. Flipping through your essay, you made note of what he marked. As you did so, you felt someone hovering above you. Turning around you saw Tom peering at your paper.

You swiped the essay from his vision, tucking it into your backpack. After all, it was none of his business how you were doing in the class. Tom said nothing, just pursed his lips and fidgeted from side to side. You glanced down towards Tom’s hands only to notice he scrunched up his paper. Even so, it visibly read 62 circled up top with multiple slashes throughout the first page. Yikes. 

Pretending that you didn’t see his grade, you headed off towards your next lecture. Thankfully the rest of your other classes weren’t as difficult and once you finished all of them for the day, you made your way towards the library to get work done. 

As you walked up to the computer lab, you accidentally bumped into someone near the staircase. “Oh! Sorry!” you apologized before blushing when you realized you had run into Luke Benward.

Ever since freshman year, you had the biggest crush on him. His room had been right across from yours so you frequently saw him around. Of course with your luck, he never really got to know you. The only times he acknowledged your presence were when you nervously chirped out a “hello” or during your embarrassing fumbles. He’d always help you up, reminding you to be careful before shooting his ever dazzling smile your way. This bump in was no different. 

You apologized again, reaching out to pat his arm. Instead you missed and ended up touching his chest. Your face heated at that accidental move. “Sorry!” you squeaked out, yanking your arms back. 

“No biggie” he shrugged smiling politely at you. Glancing at you for a beat longer, he frowned upon seeing something.

“Oh, you got a little fuzzy on your head” he said, leaning in to swipe away the speck of dirt in your hair. This was the closest he had ever gotten to you, and frankly it was overwhelming. You could see how green his eyes were, causing your heart rate to pick up. 

Not paying attention, you took a step back only to miss the back step of the staircase. You toppled down the stairs, crashing down to the middle landing. Sharp pain spread throughout your body as you rubbed the back of your head.  

“Are you okay?” he called out concerned, rushing down to check on you. 

“I’m fine” you mumbled out, wincing at the stinging aching of your body. 

“That was some fall.” He let out a low whistle as he helped you up. You politely thanked him, face reddening as he inspected you to make sure you were fine. “Just be careful, alright?” he reminded you as he begun heading up.

Cursing under your breath, you wished your interactions didn’t always end up in disaster. 

“Did you say something?” he asked, turning your way. Crap. You weren’t expecting him to hear that.

“No! Nope!” you shook your head violently despite the soreness of your body. He nodded his head before slinging his backpack across his back and walking away. 

Once Luke was out of sight, you internally screamed and buried your hands into your face. Just once you wished you could play it cool around him. Your legs gave in and you slumped to the ground, replaying the unfortunate the moment over in your head. 

With the humiliation settling in, you looked around in hopes that no one witnessed that moment. When you turned to your left, you spotted Tom Holland staring up from the bottom of the stairs. Quickly standing up, you raced off wishing to turn back time. Why did that have to happen? And why did Tom have to see it? All the while Tom watched you head off, slowly formulating a plan.

As you pushed the front door to your dorm building open the next day, you headed to the local coffee shop not noticing Tom leaning against railing nearby. Once he saw you, he called out your name and waved like the two of you were close friends. 

It all felt suspicious, but you decided to slow down so he could catch up. 

“Hey! So you really crashed and burned out there with Luke yesterday” he commented, jogging up to your side.

Your pace immediately quickened, irritated at his statement. Did he really only approach you to say that? You didn’t need him pointing out the obvious. 

“I’m just saying, it was pretty embarrassing” he continued, finally catching up and briskly walking alongside you. “I know I probably would’ve killed myself if that happened to me. Can’t have been easy to recover from that mess.”

“What do you want, Holland?” you stopped in your tracks, turning to the brown haired boy. 

“I want you to help me with Professor Langley’s class” What the-? He somehow thought insulting you would make you want to help him? Please. You turned on your heels and begun walking away.

“Wait up! C’mon!” he called out. He couldn’t help but let out a groan, realizing you have no intention of slowing down. So he broke out into a sprint to catch up once more. 

“Listen! You’re good in his class. I’m not.” You snorted, thinking how it’s an understatement. “And I’m totally good with picking up chicks. And you’re terrible with guys.” Ouch.

“What are you getting at?” you finally stopped once more. A part of you was curious where he planned on going with this conversation. Another part was readying yourself to punch him if he kept pointing out your humiliation. 

“We do a trade off” he suggested. “I help you with your Luke problem and you help me with my studying problem.”

“What makes you think that I can help you with that class?”

“Well, you obviously know more about ethics than I do. I saw your grade, and you’re doing well in that class” he pointed out. This is true. “And I have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about at all. Sometimes I zone out so hard that when he calls on me, I think he’s only just checking to make sure that I’m not having a stroke or something.” This is also sadly true. 

“I think we could help one another out. You just need to give me the answers for homework and essays” he announced with a triumphant smile.

“Hard pass, Holland. Even if I was to help tutor you, I wouldn’t just give you the answers. Plus it’s not like I can slide the answers to you during the final.” He slumped hearing this news. Still this didn’t deter him from his plan. 

“Well, you could still help me out? Langley says I need all the help I can get. And hey, as long as I pass the class I can stay on the team. So yeah, as long as you help me stay on the team I’m good” he rambled, almost as if convincing himself that you helping him study will boost his grades. Perhaps it could, but you weren’t really sure what you were getting out of this bargain.

“Okay, but it just sounds like I’m helping you out for free” you mentioned. “Also, you know they have student tutors who are probably better than me, right?” 

“Yeah, but they’re kinda...What’s the word?” His nose scrunched up as he attempted to figure out what he was looking to say. “Like acting like they’re better than me. And they act like I’m five or something?”

“You mean ‘condescending’?” 

“Yeah! See? You’re already good at this! And it’s not for free. I’m gonna help you get with Luke.” You scoffed, shaking your head. There was no way Tom Holland would be able to help in that department. 

“Hey! I could totally help you get with him!”

“Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious! I could help you get with him in just a snap of the hat!” He snapped his fingers as if to sell his point.

“I don’t think that’s an actual idiom.”

“A whadda?” he asked, a quizzical look appearing on his face. 

You started to explain what it was, but figured he wouldn’t get it. “It’s nothing” you dismissed. 

“C’mon, Y/N. All you have to do is tutor me like two times a week and I can get you with Luke in like, three months. Trust me on this one” he pleaded, clasping his hands together. 

“So I’m supposed to just trust the kid who broke his nose by jumping off a wall when he was drunk?” you asked incredulously.

“Uh, I broke my nose by running into a wall, thank you very much” he corrected you as if that makes it any better. 

You shook your head, unsure of whether to feel sorry or embarrassed for the guy. Even if you were to give into his plan, it would be a massive amount of work. Helping out the guy who referred to ethics as ‘ethnics’ his first week in class wouldn’t be easy. 

“I can’t help someone who isn’t willing to try learning-” you started, but Tom jumped in. 

“I swear I’ll be the best student in the world!” he promised. “I’ll do that weird apple thing that teachers always like. I totally won’t daze out! It’ll be like teaching Einstein.” Oh, God. 

“Tom, I’ve been in classes with you before. I’ve known people who did group projects with you and say how little you help out. You barely know anything academically!” 

“I know things” he defended himself, scowling at your skepticism. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. 

“Yeah, but I’m talking about studying. This isn’t basketball Tom. This isn’t just some dumb sport that-”

“First of all, basketball is not dumb. If anything, you’re dumb.” You raised an eyebrow and he cleared his throat. “Fine. You’re not dumb, but you’re dumb with dating. I’m not wrong with that.” He got you there. 

“What’s your point, Holland?”

“My point is, you could easily score a date with Luke. Not only him but any guy really. But only if I was helping you.”

“Oh really?” you scoffed at the notion. 

“Yeah, really.” Crossing your arms, you watched as he continued. “Listen, I know guys cause I am one. I know what’s gonna give ‘em boners and what’s gonna kill boners.” You groaned at this, but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, his confidence just kept ramping up with every word he spoke. “You wanna date Luke? I can make that happen. You wanna be Luke’s girlfriend. Boom! You got a man. But you gotta trust me. This is only gonna work if you think ‘I believe in Tom and his plan to get me laid’. Or I guess in your case, get you romantically laid?” 

This was absolutely crazy. Tom Holland was out of his mind. But maybe that was what you needed: a little bit of crazy and a whole lot of luck. 

“Fine” you gave in against your better judgment. 

“Fine?” His face perked up, waiting for your confirmation.

“Yes, Holland. Fine. As in let’s do it.”

“Hell yeah!” he grinned before holding out a fist for you to bump. Really? A fist bump? You rolled your eyes before tapping your fist lightly with his. 

Game on. 

tags list: @sleepybesson, @tomhaz | @social-holland

[definitely-not-black-cat]

Did You Die?

Another submission for @social-holland. I didn’t know how I felt about this one, but I couldn’t get an ending that I liked, so here we are, with the ending I hated the least, I guess. Also, Orlando is the only place I’ve personally driven with lots of traffic, so I used it, sorry if the road name doesn’t make sense to you. 

Prompt: “But did you die? No? Then stop complaining, we’re fine.”

“Darling, could you please maybe...I don’t know, slow down...just a little?” Harrison asked from the seat beside you.

“Harrison, I told you, this is how people drive in Orlando. Remember? Just relax, besides, the quicker I drive, the sooner we get out of this godforsaken city, and onto safe and sound backroads,” You grumbled defensively as you wove in and out of traffic. You, of course, were used to having to drive like this, it was like second nature to you, comfortable, even, and in fact, you knew there would be a bigger risk of an accident if you didn’t drive the exact same way as everyone else around you. Your poor boyfriend, however, had lost all the color in his face as he grabbed the, what you called, ‘Oh shit’ handle, like his life depended on it. Each time you would get close to the car in front of you and quickly merge into the next lane, Harrison would suck in a sharp breath, and release it when he felt that it was safe. You couldn’t help but giggle at his nerves.

“Stop laughing at me. Next time we come to visit your family, I’m driving, yeah?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m doing fine, see?” You stuck your tongue out at him as you passed yet another slow driver, who was no doubt a snowbird. Snowbirds. They were the bane of just about any Floridian’s existence. They were selfish, mean, old, and most importantly, they couldn’t drive. Instead, they blocked up traffic, insisting on going ten miles or more under the speed limit. Needless to say, ‘Oh thank goodness the snowbirds are back, I love driving on the roads when they come back to town for the winter’, was never a sentence you or any other Floridian would ever be caught saying. “You should really try to relax, we have at least another hour and a half before we get there. Maybe try to take a nap or something.” You suggested harmlessly.

“Take a nap...while you’re driving? Do you think I’ve gone mad? I’m not going to fall asleep while you’re driving like this, I can barely breathe. Going on about ‘take a nap’. Unbelievable.” He grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.

“You know, it’s going to be a very long drive if that’s the attitude you’re going to have the whole way,” You teased, “Once we get out of Orlando, it’ll be better, I promise.”

You stayed true to your word, knowing that once you left the hustle and bustle of Orlando, that it would pretty much be peaceful backroads the whole way home. You just had to get off of the 429. Later, you began to get giddy as you recognized the woods, indicating you were close to home. To make up for your, what he would call, ‘hectic and unsafe’ driving, you let Haz play his music pretty much the whole way. Really, you didn’t mind, because it meant that you could hear him quietly sing along to whatever he played, or sing obnoxiously loud and off key together, making each other laugh. Almost the whole way, Harrison left his large, warm hand sitting comfortably on your right knee, making you feel warm and fully happy inside. It was his way of saying ‘I’m yours, and you’re mine’.

“Looks like you made it in one piece!” Your dad teased as you both climbed out of the car, sighing in satisfaction at being able to stretch your legs. “You’re lucky you did with Y/N behind the wheel.”

“You’re telling me,” Harrison’s eyes were wide open, showing his shock, “I’ve never been through so much trauma in my life.”

“But did you die?” You asked cheekily. When you got no response from your boyfriend, you added, “No? Then stop complaining. We’re fine.”

“Fine is a very subjective term, darling. What you consider fine, and what I consider fine is clearly very different. Kind of like what you consider to be good driving, and what I consider to be good driving are also completely different.” He chuckled, shoving you playfully with his shoulder before following you into your parent’s home.

“Oh shut up, Osterfield. You would have been a complete mess out there!”

“Oh is that so?” He challenged, raising his eyebrow.

“You couldn’t have handled that traffic if your life depended on it. You would have been a blubbering mess in minutes, and you know it,” You teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Careful love, I’ll cut that right off,” he pointed to your tongue and you quickly pulled it back into your mouth.

“Come on lovebirds, I’m making lunch.” Your mother called and you both laughed, heading into the house.

[social-holland]

I can't decide between #14 and #20 from your prompt list for your writing challenge, so are you going to be upset if I ask for both with Harrison? If it's a problem, I'll just flip a coin or something...

There are not much people who want to participate, so just take both. That's fine and I'm really excited for it. 😊😍

500Follower Writing Challenge💜

[social-holland]

Can I do #13 with Harrison?? Also CONGRATS ON 500 💕!!!

Of course! So excited for it. 😍😍😍

500 Follower Writing Challenge💜

[social-holland]

6. “I don’t know how to fix it anymore.” for the writing challenge! I will be writing under my account @scholarlyspidey and I'm pretty sure it'll be between Tony and Peter!

Amazing! Can't wait to read it. 😊💞

[social-holland]

19 with shawn mendes

Hey, since this is a writing challenge could you give me your username? So I can put it behind the prompt. 😇

[social-holland]

I love this! It was actually so funny. Loved what you made out of that prompt. Thank you so so much for participating and writing. Means a lot 💞💞💞

Did You Die?

Another submission for @social-holland. I didn’t know how I felt about this one, but I couldn’t get an ending that I liked, so here we are, with the ending I hated the least, I guess. Also, Orlando is the only place I’ve personally driven with lots of traffic, so I used it, sorry if the road name doesn’t make sense to you. 

Prompt: “But did you die? No? Then stop complaining, we’re fine.”

“Darling, could you please maybe…I don’t know, slow down…just a little?” Harrison asked from the seat beside you.

“Harrison, I told you, this is how people drive in Orlando. Remember? Just relax, besides, the quicker I drive, the sooner we get out of this godforsaken city, and onto safe and sound backroads,” You grumbled defensively as you wove in and out of traffic. You, of course, were used to having to drive like this, it was like second nature to you, comfortable, even, and in fact, you knew there would be a bigger risk of an accident if you didn’t drive the exact same way as everyone else around you. Your poor boyfriend, however, had lost all the color in his face as he grabbed the, what you called, ‘Oh shit’ handle, like his life depended on it. Each time you would get close to the car in front of you and quickly merge into the next lane, Harrison would suck in a sharp breath, and release it when he felt that it was safe. You couldn’t help but giggle at his nerves.

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[sunkissedpages]

Thank you so much and thank you for hosting the challenge!! it was a lot of fun 💕

Late Night Resolutions || Harrison Osterfield x Reader

A/N: for @social-holland‘s 500 follower writing challenge! Congrats again, lovely!

Prompt: I broke my nose by running into a wall

Summary: after a fight with Harrison you spend new year’s eve at a party without him where you end up breaking your nose.

What I listened to while writing: Youngblood by 5 Seconds of Summer (….in high school I was a hardcore stan)

Warnings: swearing, blood, jealousy, angst

Word Count: 1.3k

Masterlist

You were definitely still a little bit drunk, which was mostly an advantage to you right now, but the flutes sparkly champagne had turned to bottles of gatorade and the loud music had faded to code blues being announced over the staticy intercom. You hadn’t planned to spend new year’s eve in the emergency room, but you hadn’t planned to get drunk off your ass either. You’d been sitting in the waiting room for over two hours now, but at least the pain had settled to a dull throb- thanks to the ice pack resting on the bridge of your nose.

Even though you’d already been waiting so long, your broken nose wasn’t exactly at the top of the priority list on a night like tonight when there were so many other people to attend to. You wanted to take a nap, despite the fluorescent lights and all of the chaos around you. You just wanted to close your eyes and forget all about tonight.

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