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The Butterfly Effect (teaser)
paring ; harrison osterfield x oc! female
au ; dad! harrison
words ; 803 (im not sorry, i got carried away)
warnings ; hospitals. needles (medical use). angst. fluff. wholesome content. mentions of sex. separated parents. no smut, like at all.
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FOR THIS TO WORK, HAZ IS 26
most of the medical information mentioned has been researched online by myself or what ive been told by professional doctors. there won’t be any smut but there will be implications of sexual activity but nothing graphic. keeping it pg. feel free to send in blurbs or head cannons about it tho. anything in italics is a flash back!
It was all a quick exchange, the security blanket gripped in one hand. Her water bottle in the other as her backpack lightly thumped against her body as she rushed off after pressing a kiss to her mums cheek. This was a normal routine for her, every second Tuesday she’d go with her mum to the park where she’d be picked up by her dad and spend the whole week until the coming Tuesday with him. The routine was like clockwork, but it was something that needed to always happen or else things may spiral. The routine wasn’t set in place until a year ago.
It was August 4th, that’s one of the minor details Harrison allowed himself to remember. Harrison couldn’t possibly recount it in exact moments. He had spent most of the time panicking and sitting through phone call after phone call with different doctors. All of them telling him a different thing. It wasn’t until they had Matilda placed in the ICU part of The Royal London hospital that the daunting realisation of what was actually going on had officially struck both Harrison and Anastasia.
The clock had just ticked over to two in the morning, Anastasia tuff of chestnut brown curls flush against Matilda’s covered legs as the soft, subtle beeping of the heart monitor was the only noise in the room. Other than the shuffle of nurses and doctors working round the clock outside of the door. The bland hospital room lacked any trace of permanent colour. It’s dull tones and bleach scent was enough to frustrate anyone spending more than a week in there.
Harrison’s facial features softened as a small whine feel from Matilda’s lips and her small hands reach up to wipe her eyes free of sleep and dried tears. The four year old look over her shoulder and up at her dad as he runs a hand through her hair, using his free hand to call for a nurse.
The blue door into the room opened and one of the regular doctors had walked in, (Doctor Carrington, Harrison had assumed her name was), clipboard in hand and stethoscope draped around her neck. She offered the male and four year old a sweet smile before flicking through her own chart and comparing it to the one on the end of Matilda’s bed.
“We have so good news and then some not so good news, do you mind waking your wife up? She’ll need to listen this as well.” Her tone of voice was soft yet stern at the same time and still Harrison simply nodded before nudging Anastasia softly with his elbow to wake her up.
Dr Carrington was kind enough to wait for the other female to wake up properly before becoming the bearer of bad news. She tosses her gaze between the two parents before glancing over her shoulder as Matilda made the stuffed rabbit, that she was gifted upon arrival, dance around on the bed.
“The good news is,,,that there is nothing terminally bad happening to your daughter, she hasn’t got any sort of cancer or infectious disease. And after running multiple blood test and having those said tests being looked over by both myself and our resident pediatric endocrinologist we’ve reached a diagnosis…” Dr Carrington paused for a brief moment to allow both adults to process the information they were being fed before speaking once more.
“Here’s the not so good news, you’re daughter has been diagnosed with type one diabetes, i’m not sure if you know much about this particular autoimmune disease, but in summary. Matilda’s immune system has started attacking specific cells in her pancreas which create insulin. Insulin helps turn glucose, or sugar, into energy.” another brief pause and Harrison swore Anastasia’s grip on his hand grew tighter the more Dr Carrington prolonged her explanation.
“Within the next few hours a series of nurses will be in here to help Matilda adjust to the ordeal of having insulin injections at least four times a day, once for breakfast and lunch and two different ones for dinner. But for now the two of you must set a routine for her to follow as to not confused both her and her Blood Glucose levels..this is a massive change for her, especially at this age and she’s counting on the both of you/. Especially now with such early stages there will be moments where could fall back into this hyperglycaemic coma again or go into a hypoglycaemic coma. For the first few months you will need to pay close attention to her. Make sure to check her levels before and after every main meal, when she goes to sleep and at some point during the night.”
“Yes Doctor.” They both agreed wholeheartedly. slowly nodding their heads before looking over at Matilda who smiled brightly.
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You’ve Got Mail - Chapter Four
Chapter Four - The Ripples From a Drop of Rain
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Original Character (Elle)
Words: 1190+ words
Warnings: None… well, a lot of fangirling and uncontrollable emotions.
A/N: And here’s Chapter Four! FOUR! This story has taken over most of my life. I hope you all will enjoy this chapter. Also, my favorite minor character has their FIRST appearance in this story.
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“ Do you ever think of me when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies And I knew better than to look in your eyes They only pretend you would be mine And oh how you made me believe You had me caught in every web that you weaved But do you ever think of me when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies “
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You’ve Got Mail - Chapter Three
Chapter Three - The Reply
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Original Character (Elle)
Words: 1500+ words
Warnings: None…
A/N: And here’s Chapter Three! It is the reply. Also, I promised to post two chapters this weekend, so this is me delivering on that promise. As I said in the last chapter’s A/N, I have changed the email, that Elle writes to.
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You’ve Got Mail - Chapter Three
Chapter Three - The Reply
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Original Character (Elle)
Words: 1500+ words
Warnings: None…
A/N: And here’s Chapter Three! It is the reply. Also, I promised to post two chapters this weekend, so this is me delivering on that promise. As I said in the last chapter’s A/N, I have changed the email, that Elle writes to.
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Risk Or Reward (teaser)
paring ; Tom Holland x Female Original Character
au ; roommate! tom
words ; 321
summary ; Love. a simple feeling. a positively terrifying one at that. its a win or lose situation and well sometimes you’ve got to win some to lose some. Maybe thats why love is making her do all of this for one person in particular and it all comes down to whether she’ll risk it all for the reward that’s waiting for her at the end.
warning(s) ; angst. sexual humour. parental smothering. smut. swearing. all the fluffy shit.
authors note ; watch no one read this because its not a reader insert.
i’m very unsure with how i wanted to write this, i had two alternative teasers to post, one with the character getting angry at tom, but i opted for the phone call with her mother because the tom thing will allow for more angst. The updates with this story should hopefully be out a lot quicker than sincerely, not yours as its a oc story and much more easier to write and allows for a lot more description.
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“…For once in your life can you just listen to me?!” Her voice projected throughout the apartment as the unbearable phone call from her mother drew near on almost four hours of pure torture all on the basis of her mother pent up rage and ramblings about how her daughter was doing nothing to make sense of her own life. Living in a cooped up two bedroom apartment with a roommate who is travelling around the world staring in multiple movies and is only ever home to pay rent.
Even when she’s almost ten miles away, her mother is still comparing her to everyone else around her. From the fact that her older sister had managed to appear on not one, but two different magazine covers and now the fact her roommate is probably the only famous person outside of spanish telenovelas that she knows.
“…Mum, I’m not doing this with you right now, it’s half past three in the morning I have to be up in two hours to get Tom from the airport” Her long sigh of defeat was merely music to her mother’s ears she had finally run the poor girl to the ground with a simple four hour phone call.
“…the least you can do is make a better name for yourself mija, you’re a good artists but most artists didn’t get where they are now by just wasting their time pinning over someone who’s far too high profile for them to acknowledge you as more than just a friend….the world is tough especially if you label yourself as young, struggling artist whos in love with her roommate”
“Enough mother, i don’t need your insensitivity right now, okay please..” Her voice scratching her throat as she pleaded with her mother to end the phone call for she didn’t know if she could take anymore of her mothers uncanny ability to always be right…especially right now.
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Pop. Six. Squish.
Tom Holland x Reader
When a sweet anon plants an idea in your head and it just…happens.
Listen to Cell Block Tango from Chicago while reading otherwise this will make 0 sense.
1.4 including lyrics, somehow?
Pop. Six. Squish. Uh uh. Cicero. Lipschitz.
You stood at the kitchen counter, your knee bumping against the cabinet as you dropped your hip in time with the music.
“Pop. Six. Squish. Uh uh. Cicero. Lipschitz.”
You mumbled under your breath as you moved around the kitchen making tea, your voice growing stronger as the beat kicked in.
“He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to blame.” You set the kettle on the base, a little firmer than necessary.
“If you'da been there-” you flicked the switch.
“If you'da seen it -” you pulled the cupboard doors open.
“ - I betcha you would have done the same!”
Tom’s head whipped around as you slammed two mugs down onto the side.
“What was - oh, I see.” He laughed, watching you bob your head along to the song.
“You know how people have these little habits that get you down? Like Bernie.”
You yanked open the cutlery drawer, knives and forks clattering together.
“Bernie liked to chew gum. No, not chew -” you slammed the drawer closed “- pop.”
Nodding your head gently, you spoke the words along with the song as you put sugar into your mugs.
“So I came home this one day, and I’m really irritated,I’m looking for a little bit o’ sympathy. And there’s Bernie -”
You looked pointedly at Tom, “-lyin’ on the couch -”
He sat up straighter on the sofa.
“- drinkin’ a beer and chewin’.”
Turning back to the tea, you pulled the box of tea bags towards you.
“No, not chewin’ -” you dropped a bag into his mug, “-Poppin’.”
“So, I said to him, I said,” you turned around, looking him in the eye, “ ‘You pop that gum one more time.’ And he did.“
Sighing, you waltzed over to the fridge to take out the milk.
“So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots.” You pulled the bottle from the door. “Into his head.”
You slammed the door shut on the word ‘head’. Strutting back to the kettle, your hips swayed in time with the rhythm.
“He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to blame.” Unscrewing the lid of the milk, you flicked your wrist as you elongated the ‘a’ in blame.
“If you’da been there - ” You threw the lid down, bouncing off the worktop.
“If you'da heard it -” Milk sloshing onto the side, you slammed the bottle down. “ - I betcha you would have done the same!”
Tom was suddenly very aware of how loud he was breathing, swallowing, just being.
The kettle clicked off just as the rhythm slowed. You poured hot water into each mug, popping your hip to the beat and mouthing the words.
I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years ago, and he told me he was single.
You took the teabags out, squeezing them against the side of the cup.
And we hit it off right away. So, we started living together. He’d go to work, he’d come home -
“I’d fix him a drink,” you looked at Tom over your shoulder again.
- we’d have dinner.
You dropped the teabags nonchalantly into the sink.
And then I found out - ‘single’ he told me,
“Single, my ass. Not only was he married, oh, no -” You turned around, shaking your head with his mug in your hand.
“- he had six wives. One of those Mormons, you know. So that night when he came home from work, I fixed him his drink as usual.”
You set his tea down on the coffee table in front of him,looking him in the eye and smiling sweetly.
“You know some guys just can’t hold their arsenic.”
Tom swallowed, trying to decide if he was terrified or massively turned on as he watched you strut back over to get your own drink.
He had it coming, he had it coming, he took a flower in its prime.
“And then he used it -” You set your mug down aggressively.
“- and he abused it,” Tom flinched as you threw a cushion onto the floor.
“It was a murder, but not a crime!” Dropping into an armchair, you picked your phone up from the table.
“Now, I’m standing in the kitchen,” you scrolled through your phone, mumbling the words under your breath. “Carvin’ up a chicken for dinner, minding my own business. In storms my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage.”
You pitched your voice up as you impersonated Wilbur, “ ‘you been screwin’ the milkman,’ he says. He was crazy, and he kept on screamin’, ‘you been screwin’ the milkman!’”
Your head jerked up, voice clear for the next line. “And then he ran into my knife.”
Eyes locking with Tom’s, you kept your voice casual. “He ran into my knife ten times.”
You turned back to your phone, singing along.
“If you'da been there, if you'da seen it, I betcha you would have done the same.”
Tom snorted as you hummed the next section, not knowing the words.
“I don’t speak Hungarian, okay.”
“Yeah, but did you do it?” his voice clashed with Renee Zellweger’s blasting through the speaker.
“Uh uh,” you shook your head dramatically, “not guilty!”
Crossing your legs, you tapped your foot to the slower beat, mumbling lyrics softly.
“My sister, Veronica and I had this double act, and my husband, Charlie, traveled round with us. Now, for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row. One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles. Back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. So this one night before the show we are down at the Hotel Cicero, the three of us, boozin’, havin’ a few laughs. And we run out of ice, so I go out to get some. I come back, open the door, and there’s Veronica and Charlie, doing Number Seventeen -”
Snapping your legs open, you hitched your knee up over the arm of your chair. “-The Spread Eagle.”
“Well, I was in such a state of shock -” you looked Tom in the eyes again, voice innocent “- I completely blacked out, I can’t remember a thing. It wasn’t until later-” you lowered your leg, “when I was washing the blood off my hands, I even knew they were dead.”
You got up, face contorting as you all but shouted.
“They had it coming, they had it coming, they had it coming all along.”
Striding across the room, you shook your head, brow furrowing, “I didn’t do it, but if I’d done it, how could you tell me that I was wrong?”
You straddled him on the sofa, humming along.
They had it coming (they had it coming)
They had it coming (they had it coming)
They had it coming all along (they took a flower in its prime)
“I didn’t do it, but if I’d done it, how could you tell me that I was wrong?”
You pecked his lips on the word ‘wrong’, leaning back on your heels.
“I loved Al Lipschitz more than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy…” You wrapped your arms around his neck, lowering your voice as you leant forward.
“Sensitive…”
Your fingers played with the curls at the back of his neck as you smiled sweetly.
“A painter.”
You sat back on your heels again, sighing.
“But he was always trying to find himself. He’d go out every night looking for himself, and on the way, he found Ruth -” you cocked your head from side to side with each name “- Gladys, Rosemary and Irving.”
“I guess you could say we broke up because of artistic differences -” you sat back up on your knees.
“- he saw himself as alive -” you tensed your arms around his neck
“- and I saw him dead.” You gripped his shoulders on the last word, shaking him.
The dirty -
Tom tried to kiss you, but you couldn’t stop yourself.
“- bum, bum, bum, bum, bum.” Your lips bumped against his, noses rubbing together as you bopped along.
You kissed him in between each line, pulling back to mouth every other repetition.
They had it coming “ - they had it coming,”
They had it coming “- they had it coming,”
They had it coming “- all along.”
‘Cause if they used us “- 'cause if they used us,”
And they abused us “ - and they abused us, how could you tell us that we were wrong?”
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You’ve Got Mail - Chapter Two
Chapter Two - The Time In Between
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Original Character (Elle)
Words: 1500+ words
Warnings: None…
A/N: And here’s Chapter Two! I changed the email, that Elle wrote to for reasons, I don’t want to get into now. ALSO READ EVERYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER, AS THERE IS AN EASTER EGG FOR YOU BRITISH YOUTUBER FANS/LOVERS. The way that the easter egg is in this chapter and future ones, is inspired by how @kathscribbless have done so with certain characters in When A Heart Breaks. Again, this is in NO WAY related to the Tom Hanks / Meg Ryan blockbuster, “You’ve Got Mail”. It just has the same title as it seemed to fit.
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You’ve Got Mail - Chapter Two
Chapter Two - The Time In Between
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Original Character (Elle)
Words: 1500+ words
Warnings: None…
A/N: And here’s Chapter Two! I changed the email, that Elle wrote to for reasons, I don’t want to get into now. ALSO READ EVERYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER, AS THERE IS AN EASTER EGG FOR YOU BRITISH YOUTUBER FANS/LOVERS. The way that the easter egg is in this chapter and future ones, is inspired by how @kathscribbless have done so with certain characters in When A Heart Breaks. Again, this is in NO WAY related to the Tom Hanks / Meg Ryan blockbuster, “You’ve Got Mail”. It just has the same title as it seemed to fit.
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Waking Up in Vegas [T. H. Story]
Words: 1750+ words Pairing: Tom Holland x Original Character (Lily) A/N: Found this in between many of my drafts and thought ‘why not post it?’, so here we are! I will happily write more to this if you ask me to, but it will not have a specific update day. Also, this was written after I read a small series with somewhat the same plotline. I don’t remember what it was called exactly, but it what some thing along the lines of : ‘What happeneds in Vegas...’. I can’t remember the writer either. It was also a Tom Holland fanfic. Please Help me Find this one as their story was amazing and I want to recommend it to my followers.
