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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-

hi honey!! if you need to talk to someone, you can always PM me anytime!! i have anxiety and life gets to be A Lot sometimes so i totally understand and am happy to listen if you need someone! i’m gonna write this so you can substitute any boy into it!

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omg vic i love you🥺 also this request seems a lil specific so this definitely is not geared towards you at all. not a single detail. it’s all just coincidence.

“Are you kidding me? He was a complete ass to you and you told him that you guys could still be friends?” Harrison is very clearly not happy, you can easily hear it in his voice and how he seems to aggressively rummage through your kitchen drawer for spoons before walking back over to where you are on the couch, the start of Frozen II already playing.

“I don’t know” You shrug, taking the pint of ice cream and the spoon Haz is handing you. “I don’t really have any intent of talking to him anymore than I have to now. You know I don’t like confrontation”

“Yeah. I know you hate arguing. Which is why you don’t have to talk to him anymore thankfully” Harrison settles in the spot next to you on the couch, holding the pint between his knees, spoon in one hand and his other arm around you.

“Mm. Not after I get my Cinderella dvd back I won’t” When Harrison doesn’t say anything, you look up at him only to laugh at the very sassy look he’s giving you. “He hasn’t watched it so I said he could and then I’d get it back!”

Harrison’s expression shifts to mock disappointment as he takes a spoonful of ice cream. “You are too nice to people who don’t deserve your attention Y/n. What kind of fool hasn’t seen Cinderella anyways?”

“You three years ago” you rebuttle. “I watched it with you for the first time, you goon”

“Which is why I’d be an infinitely better match for you” He comments before taking another spoon of ice cream.

“What was that?” You look up at Haz, confused.

“hm?” Harrison hums while he finished the bite of ice cream. “You’re kidding right? You’re gonna sit there with your ice cream that I just got you while we watch Frozen II for the fifteenth time since it came out and tell me you didn’t know I’ve been in love with you for three years?” He says it like it’s simple.

“I- I’m sorry? I didn’t know-” You start, Harrison cutting you off.

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.

Harrison could see it coming even before you could. The inevitable burst of the past weeks stress coming out full force. Dinner at his parents certainly wasn’t going to help so pretty much as soon as he saw you walk through the door he sent a text to his mum asking for a rain check.

The smile he had on his face when you walked through the door quickly fell into one of sympathy when he saw how sunken in your eyes were and they way they seemed brimmed with tears. He couldn’t tell if the dark under your eyes was from mascara or exhaustion but likely a combination of both.

He took some quick steps towards you and opened his arms for you to fall into. Which you did, holding him tight to your body and gripping his shirt. He shushed you quietly while he rubbed your back gently, he wasn’t going to let go until this round of tears and sniffles had stopped. Once they had he carefully pulled away from you, keeping his hands on your waist in case he needed to pull you back in while yours moved from crumpling the back of his shirt to resting on his sides over his ribs, running your hands and feeling the small bumps and curves.

“Let’s get you changed and then we can lay down and watch something, yeah?” You nodded, lifting on hand to wipe your eyes, further smudging the black that was already under your eyes, whatever was on your lashes before is now either on your skin, harrison’s shirt, or the dozens of tissues you’d used to wipe your tears at work today. Harrison guides you with his left hand on your left hip, pulling you towards the bedroom slowly.

“Can we watch black panther?” Your voice was quiet and Harrison smiled at the innocent request.

“We can watch whatever you want, love”

Once you were changed into Harrison’s pants and his shirt, which he didn’t mind at all, the two of you wandered back to the living room where you got comfortable with a blanket on your lap, eyes and cheeks still red from crying, and scrolled through netflix until you found Black Panther. You hit play knowing Harrison wouldn’t mind missing the beginning if it, he’d seen it enough to know.

“Want to talk about everything?” Harrison asks as he sits down on the couch with a bowl of crisps. You take a second to shake your head and in that moment Harrison knows he shouldn’t have said anything because your eyes start to tear up again and he feels bad about sparking it up again. “Okay, c’mon, lie down” he says tapping his thigh for his head to go and as you readjust he leans over and grabs the tissue box from the coffee table, handing it to you and placing the bowl in your lap for when you’d like it. Harrison plays with your hair, petting it and twirling it around his fingers, braiding and unbraiding it, it has started to lull you to sleep.

Nothing else was said until later on in the film, when Killmonger is challenging T’Challa, when you pipe up, voice raw and weak and tired, “Thanks for being here for me, with me.”

this is the first haz request i’ve gotten thank u anon

Midterms fucking suck yo. You knew that, Harrison knew that. Everyone knows that! So while you sat at your desk, ignoring your phone that buzzed occasionally, Harrison was already on his way over, despite it being 3 in the morning. He knows how you are, you fall into a pit of studying and by then there’s no pulling you out of it. You feel like shit for the next few days, tired, irritable, and Harrison wants to make sure that doesn’t happen.

“Love?” You hear after three knocks on your bedroom door.

“Yeah?” you shout back, not even looking up from the textbook as you rewrite your notes for the umpteenth time.

“Can I come in?” He says and you reply with an ‘mhm’ that you weren’t even sure he heard until the door opened.

“Hey love, I brought you some food” Harrison tells you, coming up behind you and placing the takeout bag on your desk. He presses a kiss to your cheek and then wraps his arms around you. One of your hands instinctively goes to a spot on his forearm that rests across your chest, his hand on your shoulder.

“Thank you” you mumble, your thumb rubbing small circles into his skin.

“Cmon, take a break, we’ll eat and then take a nap” He offers.

“I’m okay” You still haven’t looked away from your textbook. Harrison pulls away from you, going to squat down next to you, within your range of vision but below your eyeline.

“Darling” He starts, earning no reaction from you, he rests and hand on your though and squeezes as he repeats himself. “Y/N, please look at me” You finally turn your head to look at him and Harrison can see how tired and disheveled you look. Your eyes are bloodshot and glassy, you look dehydrated, your makeup is all smudged. You need a break. “Stand up” He says, taking your hand and pulling you up and into his arms.

“Love you need to sleep” Harrison mumbles into your hair.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead”

fbdjak i love this concept so much. y’all can keeping sending things in if you’d like! there’s stuff in my inbox still and i have stuff that i have to do today but i will get to most of them hopefully.

“Was wondering when you’d show up” Harrison sits down the the small space between you and the wall on the couch, lying back but propped up on his elbows, drink in hand which he somehow didn’t spill.

“Well I’m here now” You adjust yourself so you can face him better, turned sideways so one leg rests on the couch.

“Thank God for that. It was so boring before” He groans, sending you a signature smirk with the line. It makes your cheeks heat up, you take a sip of your own drink to try and cover it up.

“You seemed to be having fun before” You reply, smiling back at him.

“I’m the host, I have to look like I’m having fun” Harrison rolls his eyes as he sits up. “But now I’ve got a pretty girl around and a nice drink” He takes a sip to accent his point “Now I don’t have to act like i’m having fun” He shrugs.

“Are you flirting with me?” You ask, knowing that the answer was yes, but still wanting him to admit it.

“Nope. No ones flirting with anyone right now” He responds and you can only roll your eyes. Of course he’d say no. He doesn’t want to admit that you like him.

“Harrison come here I want to tell you something” You say and wave towards you for him to lean in, he does. “Closer” You say and keep repeating until there’s only a small distance for you to close and whisper in his ear.

“If there’s something you want to tell me, I suggest you do it. Don’t be a pussy” You immediately pull away and stand up, going to the kitchen to find another drink and mingle with other people.

look i love cliches. this is lowkey a uni au but it’s not very obvious until the end

100 ways to crush your soul prompts

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“Y/N wait!” Harrison shouted after you, pushing his way out of the small group of his friends and handing his beer to Tom before picking up the pace. You walk quickly, taking larger steps than you ever had before and pushing your heels into the ground with each step in attempt to get out sooner.

“Y/N, Y/N please just stop, babe” He follows you all the way outside, into the cool breeze which seems to sober him up somewhat. “Y/N, please listen-”

“What!” You pivot on your heel and glare at the blue eyed boy in front of you. He stops in his tracks, taking in the sight of blood shot eyes, the same ones that had told him you loved him now looking broken. Tears only held back by their own surface tension. The smallest bit more and they’d fall, rolling down flushed cheeks that he’d once held in his hands as he kissed you for the first time. Trembling lips that had been against his own only hours earlier until both pairs were pink and swollen now looking chapped and dry. Hair that he used to distractedly roll between his forefinger and thumb until you fell asleep was now disheveled. He saw you pulling at it on the way out of the house but the whole image together was something else. It cracked his heart.

“I- I don’t- It’s just” Harrison sighs and then groans running a hand through his own hair, “For fucks sake it wasn’t meant to go his far. I swear” He takes a step towards you. You step back.

“I don’t care how far it was intended to go. You lied to me Harrison. You made me believe that you cared about me. So congratulations, I suppose. You won. Take your reward and go” You turn around to leave again but Harrison grabs your wrist.

“Y/N please wait”

“Let go of me” You try to shake his hand off but to no avail, “Don’t touch me Harrison”

“I’m not letting go until you agree to listen”

“Why should I listen?” You shout, “The last time I listened you told me you loved me, Harrison. And then I find out it’s a fucking bet? Real fucking nice

“But stupid me! You know? For thinking that maybe for once it was real? Maybe for once someone actually cared? Stupid me for thinking that maybe just maybe there was someone actually good that was interested in me. For thinking that what everyone told me about you wasn’t true. It’s my own damn fault” You find your self sniffling as tears steadily stream down your face. You don’t know when they started but you didn’t care, you wiped them away with the cuff of your sweater. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself

“The moment you saw me as a bet was the moment you fucked up” You look up at Harrison. Were those tears? Part of you wants to apologize to him. Wipe his tears away, kiss him, and drop it. But the other part of you is stronger. The part of you that knows you have nothing to apologize for.

“Please let me make it up to you. Let me show you that it’s more than just a bet to me. It started as a bet sure but it turned into more. All the dates, the ‘I love you’s, everything. I meant it. I fell in love with you” Harrison admits, finally letting go of your hand. You step back slowly shaking your head.

“It’s too late for that, Harrison” You turn around and walk away, Harrison doesn’t follow. Toms hand on his shoulder brings him back, heavy bass line lowly booms in his ears from the house behind him.

“C’mon mate, lets go” Tom guides him back into the house. He knew this was going to happen, really. Tom knew all along and he had tried to warn Harrison but he’d deny it happening until he was too invested.

Harrison didn’t know if he’d see you on Tuesday. Sitting two rows in front of him and one seat to the left. Maybe you’d switch spots to avoid him. But Harrison needs to prove to you that he loves you. That he meant it, and that he’s sorry. He’d spend his whole life doing so if he had to. But time is a bitch, and he might only have until graduation.