so today marks 1 year since i became a marvel blog and it’ll be six years since i’ve made my blog in december, who let a 12 year old have a tumblr account. i know that i haven’t been posting as much writing recently but i am working on things and finding time to write around 500 words most mornings before class. woo
soooooo....? sleepover? blurbs? yeah?
sleepover
rules:
dont be an asshole
refer to rule 1
ask me anything you want honestly
talk to me about school
Crushes (ask me about mine lowkey just wanna talk about them)
top five
ask me about my wips
send me a word and ill give you a sentence with that word from one of my wips (mep, nll, and one shots)
send me a compliment about your favourite writer(s)/fic(s) here and ill @ them or link them
blurbs/hc
i’ll do some blurbs and reblog some prompts with the tag 1yearprompts just tell me what list it’s from
max 2 aus and 1 prompt or 3 prompts 1au cause that’s a lot
if you wanna be sure that i use the prompt
or send me your own ideas (aus! fall concepts! i refuse to do halloween yet cause its still september! tell me what you want to see!!)
i won’t write explicit smut but i will imply
i write for harrison, tom, harry, peter, and sam(plantonic) and i’m willing to write for z and mj. if thereseomeone else you want me to write for just ask and ill tell you if i’m comfortable with it or not
New post on the blog: 1 year birthday!! The photo is from the upcoming review of the $5,500 Grand Suite at The St Regis New York 🤩🎉🥳🎊 Being able to take a photo like this, was definitely a part of the dream, when we came up with the Suite Life idea more than 1 year ago - and here we are 🙏😇 Wishing everyone a fantastic week!
Today, my most beloved man, my son Maxim, is 1 year old. My everything. My heart and my soul 💕🎂⠀ ⠀ Ph: @_vf_photo⠀ Muah: @tinashevtsova⠀ Style: @egishshiroyan #momandson #1yearbirthday https://www.instagram.com/p/BxxDGR_BK2k/?igshid=yjvnucoyn39m
Prompt Fluff/General number 21 with Harrison please? It’s the “you’re not very intimidating” I believe. Happy 1 year! ❤️
loosely based off my interaction on the first day i met my crush but how it would’ve gone in fanfic world
also... uni!au?
“You really didn’t have to come with me” You say to Harrison as you exit the bookstore. He’d come with you after you said that you didn’t know where it is. Walked all the way across campus to show you where it was. He got lost a couple of times. The two of you were in the right area, he knew that, he just didn’t know which building it was.
“No, it’s alright. I had to pick up a book anyways” Harrison lifts his textbook, the only thing he’d gotten from the store, to emphasize his point.
“I appreciate it. What are you doing for the rest of the night?” You ask. Even though you’d just met earlier that day, you genuinely enjoyed hanging out with him. He made you laugh like no one else has in a while, and he was genuinely caring.
“I have a history arts performance lecture at 630 then i’m probably going to head home and do some of the work we got” He says calmly and you take a look at the time in your phone.
“Harrison it’s 615 now”
“I know”
“So you should probably get going? It’s literally the first day of classes” You finish the sentence with a laugh. Whether it was of nerves or confusion? You weren’t sure. Maybe both.
“No, I have to walk you back to your dorm” He protested.
“Harrison it’s right there, I can walk back the rest of the way by myself. Go to your class”
“Or what?”
“Or else, that’s what” You narrow your eyes at him which only makes him laugh.
“You’re not very intimidating, you know that right?” Harrison smiles and you feel your stomach flutter.
“Go to class” You say more seriously this time. After a few more minutes of him protesting and you insisting, assuring him that you can make the rest of the walk to your dorm on your own without dying, he finally gives in.
“Okay fine. I’d love to hang out with you after but I have to work on that paragraph we got already. But I’d love to get lunch with you tomorrow or whenever you’re available” He sees you contemplate what he’s saying for a moment before continuing, “Just to be clear, that was me, is me, asking you on a date”
You pause a moment longer, “Yes, tomorrow”
“Yes?” He repeats as he starts to step backwards towards the direction you came from. “Was that a yes?”
“Yes” You say while laughing.
“Okay, tomorrow. That one place in the basement of the medicine building at 1230?” He takes a few more precarious steps backwards while waiting for your answer.
“Sure! Now go, don’t be late” You shout after him while laughing and he nods before turning around and breaking into a dead sprint up the hill towards his lecture.
“See you then!” You hear him shout as he turns and can’t help but smile to yourself.
hello hi, first of all, happy birthday to your blog 💘 ily and can you please write fluff prompt 8 from sentence starters with haz?
there seems to be a theme tonight
warning: blood (not nearly as much as the last one though big yikes on that)
You just wanted to have a nice time tonight. Harrison was coming home after being gone for what felt like forever and you just wanted to surprise him. So you went all out. You pulled out a new dress that you’d bought while he was gone specifically for tonight, that nice set of lingerie that you’d set him a few teasing photos of but he’d never really seen other than that, and made dinner reservations at that cute little thai place that he loved so much.
It was going great, you felt great, knew you were going to look great, everything was coming together. You were excited.
Until your razor decided to betray you.
Of course the cut was on the back of your heel, the kind of cut that doesn’t stop bleeding
You sighed and finished the rest of your shower. With a huff you quickly dried off and threw on shorts and a t-shirt so you could finish getting ready.
You press a tissue to the back of heel, holding it there as you hear the front door shut and bags drop to the floor. Harrison shouts to see if you’re home and you reply that you’re in the washroom.
“Hey, love” Harrison enters to see you sat on the edge of the tub as you press another tissue to your heel, tossing the first one out in the bin by the toilet. “Is that blood?”
“...No” the moment of silence after the word gives ample time for the two of you to glance awkwardly at each other before both of you laugh. “No it’s nothing really, I just cut myself while shaving is all”
“Let me help” Harrison says and before you can respond he’s sat cross legged on the floor in front of you, taking over pressing the tissue to your ankle. He holds it there for a second and presses a kiss to your knee. When he removes the tissue he places the bandaid over the cut and throws out the tissue. Standing up, he helps you up and presses a kiss to your forehead.
“Just wanted to have a nice evening with you” You admit and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“Yeah?” He responds and you nod.
“Was gonna get all dolled up for you then go to that thai place” You fun a hand through his hair
“We still can. And will. You’ll just have a dumb little cut”
Prompt 24 from the kiss list with Haz I want to cry lol
if someone requests this again i’ll do it differently, this ones more literal and mythical
warnings: blood, cop out ending
“Babe?” You spoke softly, your voice shaking as adrenaline wears off. Harrison turns around to face you, instead of the direction where the group of people had run off, only to watch you pull your hand away from just under your ribs where your shirt has turned red and stuck to your skin, you look down at your hand to see it covered in blood, leaking through the spaces between your fingers.
Harrison’s eyes go wide and he runs over to you while you take a couple small steps towards him before falling into his arms, hands clutching at the coat on his back, smearing red across the brown leather in the process. He couldn’t care less as he lays you down on the ground. You grunt softly as he presses his hand to the wound, applying pressure. Tears start to escape the corners of your eyes and stream down.
“Hey hey. You’re gonna be alright, yeah? Youre gonna be fine” Harrison presses a soft kiss to your now damp forehead. “I’ve got to have something for this” He says as he pulls off his bag with one hand, rummaging through it for something, anything to help.
“You used the last bandage a couple days ago, and we don’t have anything to clean it” You admit to him. He only shakes his head and keeps searching, tossing the contents of his bag onto the grass next to him.
“We had a good run. We can’t live forever, not like this” Both of you are crying now. With whatever energy you have left you reach up to touch his cheek. “Look at me” His head stays down, staring at everything on the ground. Wrapped and likely broken granola bars, string, matchs. None of it’s of use right now and he can hardly bear that thought. “Please” you speak again, your breathing getting more and more uneven, coming in short gasps. “I love you”
More tears fall down his cheeks. He holds your hand against his cheek as he shakes his head and you nod. An apology. You don’t want to die, no one does. But it happens. He leans down to kiss you once, filled with longing. Trying to tell you everything he’s been trying to say for as long as he’s known you in one moment. Giving everything he can to you in these few seconds. He pulls away when he’s out of breath and pushes your hair behind your ear, getting blood on it in the process it may be gross but neither of you cared. He rested his forehead against yours.
“I love you too” He finally replied and it hurts him to say, leaning over you, saying goodbye.
“Keep going please”
“I don’t want to, not without you”
“Do it for me” You say so quietly, Harrison’s hardly even sure he can hear it, but your hand falls limp against his cheek and more tears fall down his cheek.
“No” Harrison shakes his head, sobs starting to escape him, heavy and loud. “No, no no. Please come back” He presses a kiss to your lips again, begging you to breathe again, to say something to him, to hear you again. “You can’t go. Not yet. No” His voice quivers and he pleads with any deity that will listen. “Don’t leave me please”
He presses one more kiss to your lips, willing you wake up. He’d do anything to have you with him again even though it’s only been moments. He thinks he imagines your reciprocating before your eyes open, clearly confused.
“Wha-” You’re cut off by your own breath when you’re eyes meet his, and all you see is relief.
“Cut!” the director calls, “I think that was our best one yet, One more for good measure,” he says as Harrison stands up, offering his hand to help you up.
“You’re good at dying” He says as you stand up, releasing your hand only to put it back up for a high five, fake blood be damned.
“Now how exactly am I supposed to respond to that, Osterfield?” You say with a chuckle as the two of you walk off the set to have all the old blood cleaned up for another take.
