#haz x reader

[the-fan-18]

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I have 350 photos of Harrison in my phone

[yangrdn]

Electric Love

pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Fem!Reader

a/n: this is for @t-holland2080‘s summer writing challenge! I had so many different ideas for this propmt, but didn’t get to write them so i told myself i’d just write other fics with those ideas hehe...but this is it for now; so i hope you’ll like it!! alos had a lot of fun writing it.

prompt is in italics (i used prompt 32 of her list)

Summary: A dumb tik tok challenge makes you and your roommate kiss, and maybe confess to each other.

words: 1.5k

Warnings: none really

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“Say hello to the camera!” you say as you jump in front of Harrison, your roommate. He smiles and waves to the camera, sending you a wink. You smile back and walk back to the living room to let him cook in peace. You throw yourself on the sofa and exhale as you think about what to do next. He’ll need to be with you to be able to film the video, so how are you going to make him think that it’s just a normal tik tok? The video is now in your drafts, and you just have to finish it later...

You woke up today with the great idea of kissing your roommate. Well, it was actually the tik tok you watched over and over again that brought you this idea. It was a girl sitting in a car next to her crush, whilst music was playing in the background, and she tried to play it cool until she grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed her back, but you don’t know if it’ll turn out that good with Haz, too. 

You had a crush on him for a long time now, your heart always beating faster when he talked to you or just looked at you. You felt a warm spread through you every time you laid next to him on the sofa watching a movie, or just talking - which would often end up with you falling asleep on the sofa. 

“Can you do your own laundry? I’m tired of waking up every day and finding your clothes on the floor.” You groan and crouch down on the floor to collect the dirty laundry. You only get a chuckle back as an answer. A sigh leaves your lips and you continue to get Harrison’s and your clothes. 

“Tom and Harry are coming over later, so I’m going out now to buy some things,” he explains.

“Are you-” a sock is being thrown in your face- “also going to buy the yoghurt I told you, like, three days ago?” you huff and take the sock as he puts on his shoes and leaves. 

Only 10 minutes later, you get a text from him saying he’s almost there, and that his friends are with him. Quick, you take your phone and think about how you’re going to make it seem like you’re just recording, but not really obvious. You decide to just press record every time you do something and then do the big thing once you’re alone.

The bell rings and you hear keys, signaling you that they’re here. Your eyes enlarge and you take a deep breath before opening the door. You’re greeted by the three boys and big smiles on their faces. 

“Hey!I’ve been waiting to see you guys.” You shake their hands and smile. 

“Yeah, me too!” Harry smiles as he hugs you. 

“So, uh, what do y’all want to drink?” you ask whilst walking to the kitchen and trying to act as calm as possible. 

“Nothing, really. We just wanted to talk and ask how it's going.” Tom says as he plants himself on the sofa and gets comfortable. You nod and sit next to Harry, as Harrison sits on the other side of you. Since the sofa is not that big, your knee is touching his and he lazily stretches his arm behind you and lets it rest at the back of the sofa. You feel his gaze on you as you straighten your back and try to act normal, in which you instantly fail you notice when he coughs and pulls his arm back. The boys seem to have noticed the tension, because Tom decides to break the awkward silence in the room. 

“Uh, what did you guys do today?” he asks. You resist to slap your forehead at his question. 

“We just cleaned around the room and that’s it, I guess,” you shrug and laugh in hope to sparkle a conversation. 

“Should we watch a movie? I got-” you cut him off as you jump up and run to your room.

“We’ll watch Rapunzel!” you yell on your way. The last thing you hear are groans and a “we should’ve known”. 

You come back with the DVD and give it to Harrison, so he can start the movie. Almost two years of watching the movie non stop, and you can still not let go of it. There’s just something about Rapunzel being alone and then living her life, happy and free at the end, that makes you smile. 

When the movie finishes, Harrison gets up and walks to the bathroom. Your eyes follow him and you wait a little, before going up yourself and walking to him. Harry and Tom get up and walk to the kitchen to probably get a snack and something to drink. 

Standing in front of the bathroom, you play with your hands and wait for Harrison to finish. When you hear the bathroom door open, you motion for him to come with you. He furrows and walks behind you. 

You grab his hand and pull him closer to you as you sit on the floor of your room and put your phone in front of the water bottle. You click on the sound and make sure that Harrison and you both are in the camera angle. 

“What are we going to do?” he asks and looks around your room. He’s been there often. And that’s when you feel a blush creeping up your face. You pulled him into your room without having an idea on how you’re going to do this. 

“Uh...there’s this new challenge on tik tok where you-” 

“No.” 

“But you didn’t even-”

“I don’t know if you remember this, but the last time you wanted me to do a challenge with you you almost killed me with your bag in your car,” he states. You hide a laugh as you remember the actions of last week, when you asked him to go shopping with you. You lean forward and press play on your phone, so that the video you started earlier continues, and make sure that only you can hear the music through your ear bud. 

“Oh, come on! You gotta admit that was funny!” you laugh. He looks at you as seriously as possible but fails as a smile grows on his face. 

“I’m not,” he says and starts to get up,”going to do a stupid challenge with you.” You panic and look back at the camera before grabbing his arm and pulling him down. 

“Y/N come on, you know that these challenges are stupid,” he whines and throws his head back. 

“I don’t know but this is a different challenge,” you say before grabbing his face and giving his lips a peck as the chorus of the song sounds in your ear. You pull back and let your hand fall next to you, chewing your lower lip as you wait for any reaction from him. He sits star struck next to you. 

You’re about to take your phone and stop recording, when he pulls you closer to him and presses his lips back to yours. You put your hands around his neck and pull him even closer, whilst he brushes his thumb against your cheek. 

You pull away breathless and look at him grinning. 

“I- uh, the challenge was kissing your crush,” you breathe out.

“Oh, I didn’t know!” he gasps and smiles. 

“Haz?” 

“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes trained on your phone, where the video keeps repeating. 

“I like you.” His head snaps to you and a big grin spreads across from it. If the butterflies in your belly haven’t exploded yet, then they sure did now. 

“You know about that party from three weeks ago?” he asks. You furrow your brows and nod.

“Tom, some other boys and I were playing truth or dare and-” your smile fades away at his statement. His eyes widen when he realizes what this sounds like and he immediately reaches out for your face. 

“No, no! It’s not what you think, I promise. They dared me to kiss you. And with no feelings involved. But I should’ve known. Falling in love with you was never a part of the plan. It just happened, but it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he breathes. 

You look at him through wide eyes. A warmth spreads through you again, and you can’t help but smile even more. 

“And I was in love with you far before the party, trust me. I just thought that with that I’d have an excuse to kiss you, if you ever said you wouldn’t want me…” he whispers and looks away. 

“You- I’d never not want you! Did you forget that I just said I liked you!” you grin and press your lips against his again. 

“And guess what? Now that I finally got you, I can’t let you go.” You part your lips to say that. 

You’ve been struck by his love. The one that kept you up every night, your mind running around it so loud that it was the only thing you could hear.

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[multi-fandom-writer]

Ok for this drabble challenge I've got an idea!! I'll send you 5 random numbers and if you wamt you can try and write something with these!! 99 104 5 72 38 good luck!

This was a little bit of a challenge but I hope you like it dear! Based on this post.

You pushed the food around on your plate as Harrison went on about his last photo shoot, not noticing when he stopped talking and just looked at you. “You’ve barely touched your food, and it’s your favorite. What’s going on?” His angelic voice was barely above a whisper, not holding any of the enthusiasm it did a few seconds ago. You just shrugged and took a small bite. “Don’t shut me out, please. You’re here but you aren’t here. You check out whenever you feel like it. Talk to me,” he pleaded, his hand reaching across the small table to hold yours.

“I just feel like we’re getting distant is all,” you mumbled, not looking into his eyes.

“Well, I’m home for a while. Why don’t we have a game night with Tom and the boys?” he asked, a smile gracing his already beautiful face.

You chuckled, “you’re competitive and so am I and it’s going to lead to a fight. That’s exactly why we don’t have game nights.”

“I suppose you have a point. How about a movie night?” he countered, knowing you couldn’t refuse being cuddled up with him and a bowl of popcorn.

“Only if we can chill in our underwear?” you asked shyly, also knowing Harrison couldn’t refuse. He knew how much you loved the intimacy of his soft skin touching yours. He secretly loved it, too. 

“Whatever you want, peach,” he replied with a smirk. 

After the two of you had cleaned up dinner, you were cuddled up on the couch. Ironically both of you were wearing Harrison’s boxers, but you were wearing one of your more comfy bras as well. Harrison had you pulled close to him with a fluffy blanket covering the two of you and he was leaving soft kisses over the side of your head. 

Both of you had seen the movie before, but tonight was more about spending time with each other. “Have I ever told you that you got a cute butt?” Harrison whispered, leaving a ghost of kiss behind your ear. Only then did you realize that his hand had been firmly resting on the curve of your butt for the last few minutes. You wouldn’t have it any other way, though. 

[underoossss]

Cappuccinos - H.O

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader

Coffee Shop AU

Summary: 3 times Harrison tries to ask you out and one time you ask him.

AN: Hello everyone! Guess who’s back with a one shot! ME! This is for @hollandsosterfield​ ‘s writing challenge with the prompt “Can you give me a knife for my birthday? So I can stab you with it?

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1

The sound of the coffee grinder and the chatter of distant conversations from some customers sitting by the window surround Harrison as he takes his 15thorder of the day. “So you have a large iced coffee with three shots of caramel, a croissant and an apple. Is that everything for you today?” He asks the woman standing in front of him who nods as she fishes out her wallet from her purse. “That’d be $7.25. Can I have your name for the order?”

“Dorothy.” She says, showing him her debit card so that Harrison can prompt the purchase on the machine in front of her. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He smiles, handing her a receipt and moving to take a croissant from the pastries display for her. He puts it in a baking tray and places it on the toaster oven for a bit to warm it up. “There’s a croissant in the oven, Will.”

“Okay.” His friend nods as he finishes two orders and proceeds to call the person’s name over the counter. “Two mocca’s for Lilly?”

Harrison lets out a deep breath, looking around the shop. The 7am rush hour had come to an end, leaving only Dorothy who waits for her iced latte and a group of three sitting by the window. They look like they’re finishing up a presentation, all their laptops propped on the antique cream coffee table in front of them. After his brief scan of the room, he glances up at the clock propped on the wall. 8:05, the next rush of students going to their 8:30 class will come by soon enough. The thought makes Harrison’s hands sweat so he focuses on the smell of freshly baked blueberry scones coming from the kitchen. Y/N, comes by at 8:10am every day, orders a coffee and sometimes grabs a fruit from the display basket before rushing to class. She’s from the Art Institute a few blocks away and Harrison’s been crushing on her from the moment she stepped into the coffee shop on a Monday 4 months ago. He believes she’s an architect, always carrying plans and drawing buildings on the coffee table by the turquoise sofa next to the chimney.

The sound of the bell hanging over the door makes him look up to see you enter the coffee shop. A strong wind had blown your scarf out of place and you fix it while walking to the register. “Hey, Haz. How’s it going.” You set a large binder on the counter for a second, shaking your arms when they get some rest.

“Good morning.” He smiles back. “What can I get for you today?”

“A medium cappuccino with some cinnamon on top, please. Oh, and a banana muffin.” Your eyes light up when you spot the freshly baked muffins on the pastry display on your right.

Harrison smiles, your smile almost lighting up the whole shop. After a few seconds, he shakes himself out of his daze and puts one of the muffins in a paper bag that he hands to you. “That’s gonna be $5.”

You place the paper bag on top of your binder before reaching inside your tote bag for your wallet. After you pay, Harrison smiles and moves over to the expresso machine ignoring Will’s knowing look when he starts to make your drink. Shot of expresso, steam the milk, and foam. Harrison hums as he prepares the drink, the delicious smell of coffee flooding his senses. When the drink is ready he puts the white lid on top where he writes your name with a flower next to it, the way he’s always done it from day one. It’s been months, ask her out already! “So, um, I was wondering.” Harrison places the coffee on the counter but stops talking when he sees you’re on the phone. Your forehead is creased, confused, as someone speaks on the other end.

“What do you mean he’s picking up the assignment already? It’s not 8:30 yet!” You look up and smile at Harrison, getting your coffee and mouthing a quick thank you to him.

Damnit.

2

“Harrison, it’s been months of you pining over her.” Will rolls his eyes when he spots Harrison staring at the door expectantly the next day. A large batch of customers had just left a couple of minutes ago, so him and Will were enjoying a little peace before the 8:30am rush arrives. “Just ask for her number, you should see the way she looks at you.”

Harrison lets out a laugh, “There’s no way that she looks at me. I’m just the part time barista that makes her coffee and she’s nice.” His fingers fiddle with the pocket of his turquoise apron as he waits for you to walk through that door.

“The arts university is blocks away and she can easily go to the Starbucks next to it, and yet she chooses to come here every day.” Will insists as he cleans the countertops and puts some of the espresso cups in the dishwasher.

“It’s probably more crowded over there, that’s all.” Harrison shrugs, moving the gaze to the clock on his right. 8:10.

The doorbell dings as another group of people enter the coffee shop, you among them. This time though, there’s a guy next to you, his arm around your shoulder; he’s laughing at something you said. “There’s no way the dean said that Y/N.” Tom shakes his head.

Harrison feels his shoulders sag but he puts on a fake smile for the customers standing in front of him. He should’ve known, he probably wasn’t the only one crushing on you, you’re funny and kind and so hardworking. There’s been days you’ve stayed at the coffee shop studying until closing time, losing track of time as you go through your schoolwork. Harrison has the proof he needs now, to support the already known fact that his own nerves prevented him from even getting your number on time.

“I’m telling you Tom, you’re 100% suspended for traveling to England in the middle of the semester.” You chuckle as you step up to the cashier, your turn to order. “Hey, Haz! Good morning.” Your smile is bright but the one Harrison gives you in return doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His heart is still in the process of breaking but he clears his throat, ignoring the way you tilt your head in confusion.

“Hi Y/N, a cappuccino today?” He grabs a sharpie so he can write your usual order on the paper cup before looking up again.

“Yes please, and a-”

“And a large caramel latte for me, please.” The guy next to her, Tom, smiles. “You getting something to eat, love?”

Love.

“No I’m good. Just those two drinks Haz, thank you.”

“No problem.” He smiles, but it feels forced. His chest feels heavy and he chastises himself again for taking so long.

“I hope you’re having a nice day so far.” You comment, a little weary, and you take out a $20 bill from your back pocket. Your eyes are darting across his face, like you can tell something’s off with his mood.

“I am, thanks. You?” He hands Tom’s cup to Will in a silent request that his friend doesn’t question. He then proceeds to make yours after he gives you your change back.

“Yeah, me too.” You nod, moving to the pickup area and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You’re wearing a rust color sweater today, your hands hidden inside the sleeves and Harrison thinks it’s the most endearing thing in the world.

“Of course you are, I’m back.” Tom says making you roll your eyes and Harrison has to bite the inside of his cheek to avoid giving away how awfully awkward he feels. Stop crushing on this guy’s girlfriend, idiot. He writes your name on the lid before drawing a small smiley face on it, instead of the usual flower. She probably won’t notice anyway.

“Here you go.” He says, placing your cup on the counter and regretting not drawing the flower on it when he sees you frown for a brief second.

“Thanks, Haz.” You mumble, averting your gaze from him and heading to the door.

“See ya!” Tom says as he follows you.

“See you…”

3

“EVERYONE! IT’S THIS BEAUTIFUL LADY’S, WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO BE MY BEST FRIEND, BIRTHDAY TODAY!” Tom all but yells when he enters the coffee shop with you by his side at 8:10am the next day. You cover your face in embarrassment.

“Can you get me a knife for my birthday, so I can stab you with it?” You say rolling your eyes at him but smiling anyway.

Harrison is frozen in place for a second, was he really that lucky and that stupid? Best friend. Not girlfriend. He had been so wrong! He drew a stupid smiley face on your coffee for a stupid assumption he had made. “God I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, you are.” Will chuckles to his right, holding his hands up when Harrison glares at him. “Wait, I wasn’t supposed to comment on that?”

Harrison shakes his head, getting a chocolate cake pop from the glass display and handing it to you when you reach the cashier. “Happy birthday, Y/N.” He smiles, because he’s ecstatic, he hasn’t lost his chance.

Giving you a cake pop brings back the memory of his failed attempt at flirting about a month back. You had been studying until late on a Thursday night, the same day he was covering for Andrea who had an important exam to study for. Harrison had thought it was fate that you two had seen each other on the same day twice; something that never happens. So as they started to clean up the counters and packing leftover pastries up, he put a single double chocolate chip cookie on a plate and walked over to where you sat. You smiled and tried to pay for it; he argued that since they were closing, it was no problem at all.

“Is this your way of kicking me out?” You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on your face that makes Harrison scramble for words.

“N-no, no! That’s not what I meant! You just order them often and-” He held his hands up, the last thing he wanted was for you to think he was kicking you out. Why did he mention the shop closing?

“Hey, it’s okay I’m only teasing you.” You chuckled, stopping his rambling.

You smile in surprise again at the sight of the cake pop. “Harrison, thank you.” The look in your eyes is soft and Harrison’s stomach does a backflip.

“It’s your birthday, it’s on the house!” He smiles back, the smile is so wide his cheeks start to hurt. The relief of knowing he still has a chance and the fact that it’s your birthday, fills him with happiness. In his opinion birthdays are always special, no matter whose birthday it is, without birthdays you wouldn’t be standing in front of him making his morning better every day.

You take the cake pop and thank him again before ordering yours and Tom’s coffee. They go through the usual conversation: Cappuccino? Yes, please. And a large iced coffee? Yup. When you pay and he gives you your change, he decides to keep the conversation going. “Any plans for you birthday?” He asks, writing the orders on their respective cups. Maybe if you’re free he can ask you to hang out.

“Yes. Actually I-”

“Would you mind? You’re holding up the line!” An old lady behind you makes you and Tom jump, giving Harrison an apologetic look. He had been so caught up on his feelings and staring at you that he didn’t realize the second rush of customers had arrived and were waiting in line.

“A bit moody…” Tom mutters under his breath and Harrison couldn’t agree more.

“Sorry ma’am.” Harrison says, trying to go for an innocent smile to ease her mood. The last thing he needed was a rude customer ruining his morning. “Have a nice day, Y/N.”

You smile at him again, moving over to the pick up counter. “You too, Haz.” You give him one last look over your shoulder before going back to talking to Tom.

Another chance missed. He couldn’t even make her coffee for you, he’s so stupid for taking so long. “What can I get for you ma’am?”

4

It’s 3:47pm when Harrison hears the bell over the door ring, signaling someone entering the coffee shop. Het sets down the expresso cups he was rearranging and looks up to see who it is. Y/N. Since breakfast and lunch time had already passed, the shop was mostly quiet and Harrison was the only one working outside. He fixes his apron as he walks to the cashier and clear his throat before he smiling. Why are my hands so sweaty? If they could stop sweating, that’d be great.

“Hello, you’re still here.” You say as you approach him, fixing the tote bag on your shoulder. You’re wearing a blue sweater today. It has a couple of flowers embroidered on the cuffs and Harrison thinks it’s really nice.

“Hey, Y/N. A second coffee?” Harrison leans his hands on the counter next to the register. It’s only the two of us, don’t screw it up.

“I have a long night at the university’s library. I work today of all days.” You nod your head and sigh. “But it’s okay, it’ll give me time to get some assignments done.”

Harrison gives you a sympathetic smile, working late on your birthday doesn’t sound like fun at all. “Well, at least you’re looking at the bright side of it.” He shrugs and picks up a sharpie and a medium paper cup. “Your usual?”

“Yes please, but let’s spice it up. Normal coffee for work feels a bit too boring.” You smile at him before looking at the drink menu.

“Pumpkin spice?” Harrison suggests.

You chuckle and shake your head then make up your mind a second later.  “Let’s go with salted caramel.”

“You got it.” Harrison winks. He actually winks. That was probably so lame…He feels his cheeks burn in embarrassment and he gives you a shy smile as you hand him the money to pay for your drink. A few moments later both of you move to the pick up area; you lean against the counter watching Harrison work on the coffee.

This is it. There’s no one else ordering coffee. Ask her! Now!

“So I was wondering if you’d like to hang out sometime? Maybe go for a picnic?” Harrison says at the same time you speak up as well.

“I’m having a small gathering tomorrow for my birthday. I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

Both of you look up at the same time, and it’s not awkward at all; it’s only funny. What are the odds that you two choose to ask the other out at the same time? So Harrison chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “You go first.”

“I’m having a small gathering with a couple of friends tomorrow for my birthday. Would you like to come?” Your hands tap the counter, probably out of nerves, and Harrison finds it comforting. He’s not the only one that’s nervous.

“I’d love to.” He beams, his heart drumming incessantly on his chest. She asked me out! And to her birthday!

“Really? Awesome!” You smile, biting your lip to tone down your excitement. “And I’m free on Saturday, for that picnic?” Your head tilts to the right in question. As if Harrison would pass up any opportunity to get to know you better.

“I-I’m free too, yeah that’d be really nice.” Harrison nods, he remembers the cup of coffee in his hand and quickly puts a lid on it before it gets cold. This time though, he draws a little heart on it instead of a flower and he can’t help but feel incredibly happy when you smile at the sight of it.

“I, um, I need your phone number.” You say smiling at him, suddenly looking shy once again.

“Oh! Right!” Harrison’s cheeks turn pink once again as he looks around for somewhere to write. He spots the cookies on the display and smiles; he places a double chocolate one on a paper bag and writes his phone number on it along with his name. “Here you go.”

“Awesome.” You smile, taking it. “You didn’t have to  give me a cookie, though.”

“I know but I wanted to, it’s your birthday.” Harrison shrugs. “And I know you love them so.”

“Fine.” You chuckle, putting the bag inside your tote and getting ready to leave. “I’ll text you then. Have a nice afternoon, Haz.”

“Bye, Y/N.” Harrison waves. YES!

If any of the clients saw Harrison celebrate by the espresso machine, they didn’t comment on it. There were usual customers anyways, they knew how badly those two have been crushing on each other.

Tagging: @parrkerspeters @parkerpuffwrites @hollandharrison @lovestrucktom @sincerelymlg @fairydustparker 💕

[spiderboysparker]

A Lost Hope

 Airforce!Harrison x Reader

Warnings- ANGST: Mention of death and losing someone

Summary- Harrison is supposed to be coming home soon, until (Y/n) gets an unpleasant surprise.

Word Count- 2,595

A/N- This is for @keepingupwiththeparkers' 4k writing challenge! Congrats, I hope you like this story, I was gonna do a Peter one but then I got this idea! I really hope the idea turns out as good as I imagined it in my head! I’m using the dialogue prompt “I thought I’d lost you”. I don’t know a whole lot about the airforce and some of this might not be realistic or legitimate, but it’s fanFICTION, so please forgive me.

Also, if you liked it, please reblog and leave feedback!

Moodboard made by @uglypastels!! Thank you so much! 

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Harrison and (Y/n) had been married for 2 years before Harrison decided he wanted to join the airforce. When he was younger he had wanted to join the airforce and always had the idea in the back of his mind, but never actually went through with it. 

They got married when they were both 20 after dating for a year, and 2 years later Harrison realized he still wanted to pursue his dream of joining the airforce. 

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Harrison came home from work one day, the smell of pasta and garlic toast wafting through the air. He sets his keys on the table by the door and makes his way into the kitchen, kissing (Y/n) on the cheek. “Smells amazing, love.” 

She turns and smiles at him, cupping his cheek and kissing him softly. “Can you set the table while I finish up dinner? It’s almost done.” 

Harrison nods “Of course.” As Harrison sets the table he starts thinking about it again. He worries that (Y/n) won’t want him to go. He knows it won’t be easy, that he’ll be gone a lot and that they’ll miss each other, but he hopes that her love and support would still apply for this situation. 

As they eat dinner that night Harrison is more in his thoughts than in the conversation they’re having. (Y/n) can tell something’s going on. When they both finish their food and Harrison is sitting there thinking, she takes the dishes and puts them in the sink. 

When she comes back, as she suspected, Harrison hasn’t moved. She can see the expression on his face and can tell that he’s worried about whatever he is thinking about. (Y/n) moves her chair by his and takes both of his hands in hers. Harrison looks up at her and she smiles softly at him. “Talk to me Haz.” She says, running her thumbs over the back of his hands. 

Harrison looks down, worried about what she is going to think. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately. Ever since I was younger I wanted to join the airforce and I never actually did. I’ve been thinking about joining now, though..” 

(Y/n) is quiet for a moment, thinking about what he said and about what this will mean. She lets go of one of his hands and tilts his head up with her fingers under his chin. “Harrison, I’m not going to stop you from chasing your dream. Yes, it will be hard on us, but we can get through this. You know I love and support you no matter what.” She places a soft kiss on his lips, leaning back in her seat and holding Harrison’s hands again.  

Harrison smiles, squeezing his wife’s hands softly. “Thank you. I love you so much.” He leans forward and kisses (Y/n) softly.

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Harrison has been serving in the air force for 4 years now, and (Y/n) has come to cherish the times when he’s home. Whenever he leaves again, she always counts down the days until he comes back home again. Modern technology is really a blessing while Harrison is gone, whenever they get the chance they call or Skype with each other. 

When (Y/n) gets home from work she microwaves some chicken nuggets for dinner and checks the calendar. Harrison is due to come home in about a week and a half. She smiles to herself and turns on a movie on Netflix. 

It’s 11:47 when (Y/n) decides to go to bed. Harrison hasn’t called for a couple days, but that doesn’t stop her from staying up just in case he does call. It’s nothing new, she doesn’t think anything of it because she knows he gets busy sometimes. She knows how important his job is and that he has to focus on his missions. 

(Y/n) shuts off the TV and turns the lights off, making her way to bed. She undresses and puts one of Harrison’s old shirts, making sure to pick one that still faintly smells like him. 

She curls up in bed, checking her phone one last time before locking it and setting it down on the dresser. She cuddles up to the teddy bear Harrison got her for their anniversary, the one anniversary he was able to celebrate without being miles away. 

It’s about 4 in the morning when (Y/n) is woken up to someone knocking on her door. She checks her phone quickly; nothing new. Quickly she puts on some sweats, wondering what Tom would be doing knocking on her door so early in the morning. She’s thankful that it’s a Saturday so she can take a nap later on. 

When she opens the door all of her thoughts disappear and her mind goes blank at the sight of two policemen standing outside her door. All of a sudden all she feels is dread, hoping they aren’t here for what she thinks. 

“Are you Mrs. Osterfield?” The taller one asks, and all (Y/n) can do is nod in response. “I’m officer Wolfe, and this is my partner officer Beck. We’re sorry to inform you that while your husband was on a mission last night the plane he was on crashed. There have been no traces of where the plane was before it crashed. We have people searching for the whereabouts of the crash but have had no luck so far.” 

(Y/n) nods silently, looking down at the ground as she tries to process their words. She looks up at the officers and nods again “Thank you, officers.” She mutters, watching as they apologize for her loss and make their way back to their car. 

As they leave (Y/n) just stands there, still trying to process. She understood them perfectly fine, she’s just trying to wrap her head around it. She feels as if she’s in shock, like everything is frozen around her. 

As (Y/n) makes her way inside the house, she suddenly feels like she’s suffocating. Everywhere she looks, she thinks Harrison lived here. Quickly she grabs her phone and her keys, leaving the house and locking the door behind her. 

The only thing she can think to do is go to Tom. She doesn’t want to be in that empty house full of Harrison’s things, she wants to escape, so she drives to Tom’s, knowing that he’ll be there for her. He may be Harrison’s best friend, but he was like her best friend too. 

As (Y/n) sits in the car outside Tom’s house, that’s when it hits her. Harrison is gone. He’s never coming back. Suddenly, tears start falling and she can’t stop them. She gets out of the car, banging on Tom’s door as she cries. 

When Tom opens the door he’s confused, but then one look at (Y/n) and he’s pulling her into his arms, letting her sob into his chest. “He’s g-gone” She manages to whimper out before sobbing harder, gripping Tom’s shirt tightly in her fists.

“Come on love, let’s get inside.” He guides (Y/n) to the couch, sitting down and pulling her down next to him. She leans over into Tom’s side, hugging him as she hides her face in his chest. Tom rubs her back, trying to support her the best he can while also trying to hold himself together. 

He holds her as she sobs, rubbing her back until she sobs herself to exhaustion. When Tom hears her breathing slow down and her faint snores he carries her to the guest room, tucking her under the blankets and leaving the room, the door open ajar in case she needs something. 

(Y/n) wakes up later on, looking around tiredly. She remembers where she is and why she’s there and closes her eyes, willing herself not to cry again. She glances at the alarm clock on the bedside table next to her and sighs. 10:26 AM. She showed up at Tom’s sometime after 4:30 in the morning, and she doesn’t remember going to the guest room to sleep. 

She gets out of bed heads out to the living area of Tom’s flat. Tom is sitting on the couch, a show playing quietly on the tv as his hands are covering his face. As (Y/n) sits on the couch next to him he sniffles, quickly trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. 

They both sit in silence for a moment, just thinking about the pain they are both going through. “Thank you, Tom. I’m sorry for coming here so early in the morning, I just didn’t know what to do when the officers came to my door. I looked into our house, and everything there made me think of Harrison. I just..” She breaks off, her voice quiet as she apolagizes. 

“Hey, you don’t have to apolagize. I’m glad you came. Stay as long as you need to, love. He was your husband, I can’t imagine the pain you must be feeling.” Tom says, holding onto (Y/n)’s hand to assure comfort. 

(Y/n) gives him a small smile “You’re in pain too, Tom. He was your best friend, you knew him longer.” Tom goes to protest but she continues “Yes, I may have been married to him, and I know that it’s different, but he was your best friend. It’s okay to be upset Tom, you don’t have to hide it from me.” 

She squeezes Tom’s hand, and he looks down, closing his eyes and biting his lip. (Y/n) pulls him into a hug, this time being his shoulder to cry on as he lets out sobs. They both hold onto each other and cry, both of them hurting from losing someone so close to them. 

～❤︎🎶🌸🐾～  

It’s been three days since the officers showed up at (Y/n)’s door, and she’s been staying at Tom’s the whole time. She’s grateful for Tom letting her stay in the guest room, dreading when she has to go back home. 

(Y/n) is walking to the living area when she sees Tom on the couch, his phone up to his ear as he faces the tv, his back to her. 

“I’m really worried about her Harry, she doesn’t eat and she gets hardly any sleep at night. She looks so tired and worn out. I don’t know what to do, I just don’t want to upset her. I know she’s hurting emotionally, but she’s also hurting herself.” Tom speaks on the phone. (Y/n) goes back to the guest room, not wanting to eavesdrop on his conversation anymore. 

She feels bad for worrying him, she doesn’t want to be burden. She is distracted from her thoughts by her phone ringing. When she checks her phone she doesn’t recognise the number but answers it anyway. “Hello?” She questions into the phone, not sure who it could be. 

“Hello, is this Mrs. Osterfield?” A male voice asks, and (Y/n)’s heart drops. She knows they’re calling to say they found her husband’s body. 

“Y-yes, I’m (Y/n) Osterfield.” She replies quietly, waiting to hear what he says. 

“Mrs. Osterfield, I’m Doctor Johnson from the Hospital by 8th street. Your husband has been transfered here for his care.” The man says and (Y/n) is shocked. She was told he was dead, and now he’s at the hospital? “Hello? Are you still there?” the doctor asks, as she was silent so long the doctor had thought she hung up. 

“Yes, I’m still here. Thank you so much. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Her and the doctor exchange goodbyes before (Y/n) hangs up, looking down at her phone. 

It takes her a moment to process the doctor’s words; he’s alive, and she can see him again. She shoots up off the bed, running into the living area. “Tom!” She shouts along the way. At the sound of her shout Tom gets up and turns to see her run into the room. She grabs his hands. “He’s alive! Harrison is alive!” She shouts, her eyes lit up with joy and her lips turned up in a huge grin. 

“What? What are you talking about?” Tom asks, confusion etched on his face as he looks at (Y/n). 

“I just got a call, he’s at the hospital. He’s alive. Will you take me to see him?” She looks up at him hopefully. 

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.” Tom quickly grabs his keys. They go out to the car and Tom drives the way to the hospital. The whole ride (Y/n)’s leg is shaking and she’s anxious the whole time. She feels as if this isn’t real. The past three days she felt like she lost all hope and felt like nothing was the same. And now she was told that Harrison is alive. It almost feels too good to be true.  

When they get to the hospital they rush inside. They get the details before making their way to Harrison’s room. As (Y/n) enters the room, she freezes in the doorway. He’s there. He’s alive and she feels as if she’s dreaming. 

“Come in, love.” Harrison says, a smile on his face as he sees his wife. (Y/n) rushes over and hugs him tight, crying in relief.

 “I thought I’d lost you..” She whimpers out. 

“I’m right here, baby. I have some burns and a severly sprained wrist but I’m alive. I’m okay.” He holds her close, kissing her head as he embraces having her so close to him again. 

(Y/n) sits on the side of his bed and holds his hands softly in hers. Her tears are still flowing as she looks at the man she loved the most, who she thought she’d never see again. “They.. They told me you were gone... The past three days were torture. I thought you were dead. I couldn’t be at home, I stayed at Tom’s. Everything at home made me think of you.” 

Harrison kisses her softly before looking over at his best friend. Tom walks around the other side of the bed and hugs his friend before sitting on the chair next to them. “I told her to stay as long as she needed to. I knew it would have been hard to go back. She really worried me, though. She didn’t eat and she hardly slept at all.” 

Harrison looks back over to (Y/n). He cups her cheek softly “You need to take better care of yourself, love. I know you were hurting, but that doesn’t mean you should just give up.” 

She looks down and nods “I know. I just felt so lost without you. Please tell me you’re not going back, I don’t want to risk the chance of actually losing you. I can’t go through that again.” 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going back. I’m staying home. Everything will be okay.” He holds her close and looks over at Tom. “Thank you for taking care of her. It really means a lot.” 

Tom smiles “Of course, I wasn’t going to turn her away. You guys are my family, I love you guys.” 

～❤︎🎶🌸🐾～  

Harrison leaves the airforce and spends time at home with (Y/n). He gets a job at a cafe nearby and they both feel happy being able to see each other every day and hold each other. 

Three years of him being out of the airforce, and (Y/n) has a little girl. Harrison is grateful to be able to be there, to not miss anything due to being in the airforce. As he holds his daughter, he is grateful for coming home. Harrison can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with his wife and his daughter, and any other family they have in the future. 

～❤︎🎶🌸🐾～  

The End.

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can you do something with harrison helping the reader with her anxiety

Honestly I think Haz would be so amazingly soft and caring. I hope this is what you wanted?

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You pressed your knees against your chest as you sat on the bed. Trying to regulate your breathing as you stared down blankly at the floor. Your chest tightened with every breath, and you felt as if there was no possible way out of this.

“Hey, Y/n, have you seen my red tie I just-” Harrison cut himself off when he saw your sitting on the bed. He took a pause, knowing what that position had meant, “What’s wrong?” He asked you cautiously.

“Nothing, I’ll be fine. Please go to your party,” You tell him ,brushing him off. The last thing you wanted was for Harrison to miss his even or arrive late because of you. You were most likely overreacting anyway, you thought to yourself.

But, Harrison knew better than to never leave you like this. He hated seeing you in this state, and he wished there was always more that he could do. You would tell him little things that would help you when you felt yourself about to have an attack, and he did his research on his own as well to make sure he would never overstep or make you feel worse.

He brought a pillow over to you and sat by your side on the bed, placing the pillow in between your legs and wrapped his arms around you, “Breathe, just breathe,” Harrison whispered in your hear with a calming voice.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in, squeezing Harrison’s hand as you did so. With the palm of his hand, he rubbed your back soothingly, and you could already feel yourself slightly coming down from it.

“I’m here,” Harrison said again, matching his breathing with yours to help you out. He watched you take a few more breaths before you released his hand a big, “Want to go for a walk?” Harrison suggested, knowing sometimes the outdoors would make you feel better.

“You’re going to be late, I can go on my own,” You suggested as you finally stood up. You refused to let him be late for an event because of your own drama. Whether if it was serious or not, you would bever do that to him.

But, Harrison only had one concern, and that was you. He touched you at your hip as he met your gaze, “It’s a beautiful night, lets go,” He smiled, sliding his hand into yours as he guided you towards the outside.

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That Nervous Feeling

Parings: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Summary: Harrison take you to his new premiere and takes a chance to tell you how he really feels (fluff)

Warnings: none

“I can’t wait to get these damn heels off me!” You exclaimed as you walked into your flat. You stumbled over to the couch, landing on the train of you dress as you immediately kicked the four inch black heels you’d been wearing all night off.

“You should’ve worn something flat,” Harrison replied with a chuckle as he shut the door behind him. He started to unfasten his watch and place it on the table. He glanced over at you and gave a playful smirk as he started to loosen up his tie to settle in for the night.

“It was your big premiere, Haz” You said, rolling your eyes. “Besides, they were Louboutin, and flats would not go with this dress at all!”

“Not all heroes wear capes,” Harrison joked as he walked up to the couch and took a seat by your feet. You playfully kicked him on his side as you allowed your feet to rest on his lap, “You look exhausted,” he said to you quietly.

You nodded your head and shut your eyes. It was a really long day getting ready for the premiere, the red carpet itself last about five hours, and then the after party which was the final straw in the high heel. Harrison raised one of your  feet closer to him, and started massaging them gently.

“You hated the film, didn’t you?” He finally asked, looking over at her with his eyebrows furrowed as he continued to bring her foot back down from swelling.

Harrison was nervous about this role, and having you see him acting for the first time. You were only dating for a short period, and he thought the world of your opinion. The thought of you hating this project made him nervous as well.

You sat up a little bit and shook her head, “I thought you were great. I just hated your character,” letting out a giggle, teasing him the best way you knew how.

Harrison whipped his head towards you and flung himself on top of you, “What did you just say?” He chuckled as he tickled your sides, making you let out a roar of laughter as he kept going.

Smiling up at him, you wrapped your hand around his neck gently to pull him closer once he finished. He grinned so wide that you could practically feel his grin. You pulled him down a little closer to her level, kissing him softly.

“Well, you don’t hate me,” Harrison replied as he gave you another quick kiss before lying down on top of you. He rested his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair.

You brought your lips close to his, “I definitely don’t hate you,” you told him, biting your lip as you looked into his eyes, “And I’m so extremely proud of you,” You added in a low whisper.

Finally, Harrison couldn’t hold it in anymore. All those months of knowing how strongly he had felt about you, led up to this moment. He’d been dying to tell you how he felt for a while now, but never knew when the right moment was.

He took his chance, taking a deep breath as he kept himself sturdy above you, “Y/N, I love you…” He admitted, closing his eyes, almost afraid to see your reaction.

“What did you just say?” You asked him, making sure you heard correctly.

Harrison laughed at the adorable expression you had on, shaking his head at you, “I said I love you, y/n. I have for a while now, I just...didn’t know when to tell you. But now is as good as a time as ever,” He said to you.

You were speechless, staring up at him. His smile was enormous as he told you how you felt, “I love you too,” You finally answered him back with a smile matching his.

That only made Harrison grin even wider as he captured your top lip slowly. Kissing you deeply and passionately to show how much he really did love you, “Thank god,” He laughed out, parting from the kiss as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

“Did you think I wouldn’t say it back?” You asked him, looking up at him suspiciously. Reaching your hands towards his check, you felt his heart thumping out of his chest.

Harrison shrugged as his cheeks grew red, “I was nervous as all hell, but you just made me so incredibly happy,” He blushed, peppering your neck in kisses, “Thank you for being my date tonight, love” he whispered in the silence of the night. You started to feel his breathing starting to slow down as his exhaustion started to grow with each breath.

“I wouldn’t miss something like this, you know,” You answered. You closed your eyes as you let your breathing sync up with his.

“I know, but it still means a lot to me that you came,” Harrison replied. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. Harrison was always a gentleman, even when you didn’t want him to be. You smiled as he placed your hand back down, “I’m sure I’ll find some way to thank you,” he said with a mischievous grin.

You laughed, “You better.”

He started a trail of kisses down your to your neck. “Let's get you out of this dress finally and get to bed,” he whispered. You sat up and kissed him back. “Do you really hate the dress that much?” You asked playfully.

“Darling, I despise it,” He answered as he reached his hand around you to unclasp the top of it. “Do you know how distracting all of that was?”

As the dress began to fall down, you moved onto Harrison’s lap and started unbuttoning his shirt. “Could it be as distracting as this was?” You asked as you finished removing all of the buttons. Your hands started to trail down his bare chest.

He bit his lip as he rested his hands on your waist, “Worse,” he answered as he leaned into kiss her. As he continued, he hoisted you off the couch, sliding the dress off completely in one motion.

“I love you, Harrison,” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you into the bedroom and into the late of night.

“I love you so much, y/n,” Harrison whispered, closing the door behind the two of you.

[sincerelymlg]

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Paring: Harrison x Reader Word Count:  687 A/N: I don’t know what this is? The ramblings of a woman that is tired of finals? The unedited version of her daydreams? I don’t know, but here you go!

Harrison looked up at the sound of a tentative knock. He glanced at the clock on the microwave, his brow raising slightly. The knock sounded again, more confident this time and he put his script to the side.

He just opened the door an couple of inches before you pushed your way in, “Jesus, Haz, took you long enough.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting anyone at two in the morning was I?” He said with a smile.

You took your beanie off, placing it on top of your bag that was unceremoniously dumped in the entryway. You winked as you walked into the kitchen, pouring yourself a cuppa, “I thought my invitation was always open.”

He chuckled, “That does seem to be what you think.” You glared at him over the lip of the cup that you held to your face. “‘M kidding, you know that love.” He took a step closer to you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “But, I do have to ask, why are you here?”

“I missed you.”

Harrison cocked his eyebrow again. “That’s it?”

You chuckled, “Do I need any other reason?” You placed your cup on the counter and kissed him on the cheek, your nose still cold from the outside.

He cupped your cheek, kissing the tip of your cold nose, “I guess not.”

You grinned at him, pulling him to the couch. You noticed the mass of pages with markings and notes in Harrison’s handwriting. “You got a new project?” He pulled you to his side, humming in an answer. “What is it?”

“Top secret.”

“Harrison, you say that about everything”

He pantomimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key. You rolled your eyes and reached over him for the script. “Oh no you don’t,” he laughed, grabbing your wrist.

“Please Haz. I just want to know the title.” You looked at him with your biggest eyes. Normally this would cause your boyfriend to cave, but this just made him laugh harder.

“Then you are going to be sorely disappointed, my love, because it is currently untitled.” You huffed and pouted, jutting your lower lip out. “Oh don’t be like that,” he said, his thumb coming up to trace your bottom lip. His other hand came up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer to him.

Your lips met softly, a chaste peck that brought a smile to your face. “There it is,” he whispered, pulling you into him again. Your mouths moved slowly, enjoying each other. Your fingers found their way to the back of Harrison’s neck, playing with the curls there. You tugged lightly, pulling a groan out of him and a smile to your face.

He slanted his mouth, deepening the kiss. You moaned as his tongue caressed your bottom lip. His hands fell to your waist, pulling you into his lap. You straddled him, your tongue meeting his. You pulled away as Harrison made his way down your neck. Placing small kisses behind your ear and on your pulse point, you hummed in appreciation. His nose trailed further down your neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His teeth and tongue worked their way back up, replacing the small goosebumps with purple bruises. You moaned, biting down on his shoulder, your hips grinding down against his, seeking friction. His hands held your hips pushing you down, growling at the motion.

You slowed your motion, lifting your head from Harrison’s shoulder. His piercing blue eyes stared into yours. With a wink, you placed a small kiss to his lips and stood up. You turned on your heel and started walking down the hallway, hips swaying slightly.

Harrison watched you, stunned. You slowly walked towards his bedroom, lifting your jumper over your head and dropping it, not looking over your shoulder. You knew he was watching as you stepped out of your jeans next, opening his door. You stopped against the doorframe and looked over at him. He still sat there with his mouth hanging open, you giggled, “Haz?”

He jumped forward, pulling his shirt off as he pushed you further into the room.