#c; harrison

[pittsass]

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS.

Right now it's her bedside table.

Her bedside table is a testament to a person that has a regiment but also still has the life of a parent. She has a pretty nice little console where her phone, watch and wallet all go. She leaves her keys with her sobriety chip and ID by the door. She's got whatever book she's reading at the moment, tending to stick to murder mysteries and horror. Romance is just a little too much still. There's a pill container with all her meds sorted out so she doesn't forget them and a sticky note on the lampshade with some cheesy dad joke that Jack thought she'd like. The one water glass despite there being marks for normally two glasses. Standing out the most is a rubix cube and a switch controller with no device in sight probably from Harrison's pocket when he came to hang out on her bed and watch a movie before bed. Tucked in the little cubby of the console is a strip of photo booth pictures of her and Harrison at the carnival with a giant thing of cotton candy.

[pittsass]

(💫) - A memory that they're scared to lose.

INBOX ASK GAME: MEMORIES

The Day After Harrison's Birth circa. 2015 V; Main -> Jack Abbot -> Pittmash

The day before was awful, the pain and everything else that came with labor was a lot even for her. Somehow was worse than going cold turkey, which had been not so fun. Jack came in to see them both after, which she appreciated more than she could say. Her mother had been with her as much as she was able.

Today she was able to rest and finally got sometime with her little bundle. She held him carefully like a wrong move and he'd shatter in her arms. Her gentle rocking and humming some AC/DC song she had stuck in her head. He was perfect, a beautiful show of what life could be, her reason for surviving all in a little 5lbs.

Her fingers brushed gently on his head tracing the outlines on the face she'd waited nine agonizing months to see. His little hand found her finger and gripped with all it's strength. "Oh look at that got a little tough guy, huh?" She chuckled the threat of tears long passed as they started trailing down her cheeks. "Yeah, it was a tough fight. We got there. Now it's momma's turn to do all the heavy lifting... I promise, I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe."

The day before is mostly a blur, the day after too, but this day... this one is clear as crystal.

[mind-the-muses]

🍑👅 (For Harrison, from whoever he'd like the most)

Send 🍑👅 to sit on my muse’s face

He’d been lounging and enjoying the chance to stretch his two legs, a book in hand that he was slowly drifting off to as he laid there on the couch. Though his peace had been interrupted by something... Peachy. 

“Oh, hello.” Harrison chuckled, setting his book onto his stomach and reaching up to hold the other’s thighs. He leaned up and bit the other’s cheek playfully, clearly amused by the male’s simple demand.

[mind-the-muses]

“... How’s it goin’ down there?” Harrison chuckled, offering a smile. “You always comment on my height, I wanted to see what made it so funny.”

[mind-the-muses]

//lol I didn’t feel like coloring the bg just yet but ayyy there’s his better ref

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[zanexsantos-blog]

After sending one of his students to go fetch Harrison, Zane turned around in his chair with the back of it facing the door as he clicked a pen impatiently. An amused smirk playing on his lips as he tapped the arms of his chair, he could get used to the whole being headmaster thing. Sure, he knew it was most likely only temporary but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it while it lasted. Hearing a knock, the man turned just enough in his chair to cause a squeak to echo throughout the room. "Yes, come in, Mr. Pierce is it?"

@ctrl-harrison

[insurgi]

00:00:00 - harri/sawyer

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          Harrison was walking down the street, making his way to a very tall building down the street. He had a very important meeting today. He adorned a navy blue three piece suit with a purple tie and handkerchief along with brown oxfords. The Irishman had a briefcase in one hand and a coffee in the other. The boy must not have been paying attention because he ran into Harrison, head on. He spilled the coffee all over the angel, which needless to say, made him quite angry. 

          “Really?? Can’t pay attention to where the fuck ye’re goin’?? You just spilled coffee all over my fuckin suit, I swear-” Harrison dropped his briefcase, grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and lifted him against the nearest wall. This caused his sleeve to fall slightly and for the angel to notice he had run out of time on his wrist. He looked at it and slowly set the boy down. “My apologies…” He mumbled, taking his handkerchief from his pocket and passing it to the other so he could clean off what little coffee the boy had on himself. 

[insurgi]

princesawyerhbu

A string of chuckles left Harrison's lips as Sawyer threw insults at him. He seemed to be angry that he as going out on the weekends without him. But it wasn't like he was missing any of Sawyer's shows. He attended every single one without flaw. However, he was feeding his many addictions behind the other's back but he'd deny it. He'd deny it no matter how much Sawyer pressed. No matter how much the angel's breath smelled of liquor or no matter how red his eyes were when he stumbled through the door. But he wasn't pressing, which he found odd.

Harrison just continued mixing his drink, humming softly.He was seemingly unaffected by any of Sawyer's words. He found it 'oh so amusing' in all honesty. When was done mixing his drink, he sauntered into the living room, right past Sawyer. He sat himself in his recliner and looked back at Sawyer. He could tell there were tears in the boy's eyes. When he went silent again, Harrison brought the glass up to his lips.

"You done??" He asked in an almost mocking tone.