#stephblurbs

[hazinhoodies]

I dare you 😁

BET

also @softholand​ and @hjosterfield​ already read this but here u go again to you two

i can’t see me lovin nobody but you, for all my life

You truly do realize how ironic this for this song to be playing as you swivel off of your seat to duck out of view, hidden by the body of the car. Only moments ago you had been smiling so much your cheeks hurt as you poorly sang along, laughing with your fiancé- no, husband now. You knew something was going to go wrong the second you saw the first black suv of the set of three passed in front of you.

when you’re with me baby the skies’ll be blue, for all my life

All that remains of the happy moment is the ache in your cheeks as shattered glass rains down from above you, littering the cream coloured leather seat as bullet casings lodge themselves in the head rest. That would’ve been your head mere seconds ago. Your knees start to cramp and your ears ring from the shots but somehow the song seems to play over them.

me and you, and you and me

The car is still moving. You can look outside and still watch the city pass below you as Tom still somehow maneuvers the car. You trust him, this isn’t the first time something like this has happened but you can’t help but remember hours earlier when you’d said that someone else should accompany you as you head home from the service. Whether they were in the car with you or just ahead or behind you, every piece of glass that bounces off your arm inflates the feeling of I told you so.

no matter how you toss the dice, it had to be

You peer up over the edge of the car, a choice that likely wasn’t in your best interest. You can see the bare metal underneath the baby turquoise of the car hood and your heart aches a little, you’d spent so long finding the perfect colour, they had to custom mix. You duck back under the dashboard, out of sight once again, and rest your head against the door, just waiting for the bullets to stop while hoping that if metal crunches, it isn’t yours. There’s no way that you would be injury free from the position you’re in now.

the only one for me is you, and you for me

Tom puts one hand on his arm, you look up to see him sing the line. His eyes are still frantic and expressions harsh in comparison to what he wanted to show you. The wind blows harshly against his face, pulling his skin back, that’s what happens when you have no windshield you supposed, he ducks out of the way as some glass from the corner chips off more and flies towards him. You take his hand in both of yours God, what a unique situation you’ve married yourself into.

so happy together

so happy together

[hazinhoodies]

how about jokingly teasing Harrison into wearing hoodies more?

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-

“I did not come over today to get roasted like this excuse you” You deadpan. Harrison laughs once again, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before mumbling a drawn out ‘love you’ into your hair line.

[hazinhoodies]

some soft hoodie stealing stuff with sam

this is hella old i’m sorry and i suppose it’s not exactly ‘stealing’

You and Sam stare at each other, frozen in the moment as heat rises to your cheeks and Sam cant help but to raise his eyebrows at you from his spot in the doorframe to his bedroom. You remain awkwardly half crouched, folded sweaters in hand and drawer open in front of you.

“You know i was looking for one of those recently. Didn’t know where it went but at least I know now” Sam breaks first, his semi serious words don’t hide the ‘gotcha’ smile on his lips.

“This isn’t what it looks like i swear” You say, playing guilter than you actually are. This is exactly what it looks like. You’d stolen his sweaters secretively weeks ago, but since then they’d stopped smelling like him. So now you were trying to return them, freshly washed and unseen, although the latter hadn’t worked out how you’d hoped.

Sam lets out a chuckle and takes the top sweater off of the pile in your hands and one of the sweaters from the drawer. He puts on the one from your pile as you put the rest away and tosses you the one from the drawer that fills you with the familiarity and comfort that you’d originally stolen them for.

“All you gotta do is ask”

this is a specialty s/o to @stuckonspidey purely because i think she’ll like it

[hazinhoodies]

Blurb request for my fav blogger! What about Harrison being all cool best friend who helps his girl get over a jerk of a guy with like ice cream and movies and then confesses feelings??? Oooooo

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.

“It’s okay, darling. I won’t hold it against you. Just make it up to me with dinner next week and we’re good” He settles further into his spot, pulling you into his side more, you rest your head against his shoulder, ignoring the burning heat that rises to your cheeks.

[hazinhoodies]

Harry and delayed flight airport au please?

3 hours. It’d been three hours since your flight was supposed to leave, the terminal was filled with people who were leaving one by one to go and get food, some to rebook flights, but you stayed, falling asleep in the uncomfortable chairs as your eyelids got heavier and heavier.

You awoke as the boy with a mop of red curls barely contained within a bandana sits down a few seats over from you with a huff, making the row shake. He looks over at you with a panicked look.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you” He says as he places one prewrapped sandwich on top of his bag between you and opens another on his lap.

“No it’s alright, I didn’t mean to fall asleep anyways, don’t worry about it” You sit up, stretching your muscles out and rubbing at your eyes.

“What’s got you headed to georgia?” He asks in the soft british accent, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Visiting a friend that I haven’t seen in a while. What about you?” You continue to adjust yourself into a more comfortable position in the seat. The only thing more uncomfortable than the seats on the airplane, were the ones in the terminal.

“Visiting my brother. He’s working there right now. He works there a lot actually” He speaks, noticing the way that you stare at the sandwich, which may be you just staring off into the distance but he offers anyways. “Take it.”

“What?” You ask, confused.

“The sandwich. Take it” He nods towards it.

“No, I can just get my own it’s okay” You say, the hunger in your stomach really starting to show itself now that there’s food around.

“Yeah but it’s all the way across the airport. Take it, please” He picks it up and hands the sandwich to you with a nearly intoxicating smile. You take it with a shaky hand.

“I’m Y/N, by the way” You say as you start to unwrap it.

“Harry” The two of you continue your conversation over sandwich’s. He’s kind and funny. Really funny. Tells you all about his brothers, all three of them, and all the stupid shit he did, you found ways to sneak in stories about your family and friends, though his childhood shenanigans are infinitely more hilarious and embarrassing than yours.

Finally, another two and a half hours passes, and first class is called to board. He stands up and starts to gather his stuff.

“First class huh?” You tease and he laughs with a nod.

“I know this is kinda weird but I know some places in Georgia that are rather nice. Say if you want to ditch your friend for a couple hours, we could get lunch or something” He asks nervously, a smile still present in his features, like it never seemed to leave.

“I’d love to” You pull out your phone and open instagram, handing it to him and explaining that your phone plan won’t work there. He gives you a small chuckle and sends himself a dm. He closes your phone and hands it back to you.

“I’ll see you then” His smile widens, flashing his teeth at you and it feels like those stupid moments in movies when the teeth glint. And then he turns around and leaves, sending you a wave as he disappears into the tunnel that leads into the plane.

Once he’s settled, just as coach is called, he responds over instagram.

It seems you’ve slid into my dms

The message makes you laugh.

you slid into your own dms Harry, don’t flatter yourself lol

Maybe so. Still got the girl though

Right?

that you did

[hazinhoodies]

Can you do a blurb where the best friend!reader to Harrison is just soooo exhausted from classes and staying up till the wee hours of the morning for about a week that she says something stupid about how she wants to date Haz and doesn’t realize it? Super fluff please? -V

this isn’t exactly what you sent in but i hope it suffices

You’re on your six of sitting with Harrison in the library. Studying for fundamentals of publishing which is some sort of hell sent class. Harrison huffs out a sigh and closes his laptop, tossing his glasses carelessly onto the table next to it. Its not the first time he’s done that and all you can manage to say in your sleep deprived, caffeine fueled, brain is “Mood”

Harrison laughs, the kind of one that make his whole upper body shake despite it being one word. Then his giggliness causes you to laugh and if it weren’t nearly one in the morning in an empty library, someone would’ve told you to shut up. But it’s just you two and your giggles until neither of you can breathe. Harrison takes a sip of his coffee and opened back up his computer, replacing his glasses and then leaning back and stretching with a yawn. You eyes immediately go to where his shirt rides up and shows just a little bit of skin, but it’s enough to make you think God it’s a sin that you’re not fucking me right now.

“What?” Harrison looks over at you very confused.

“What?” You say back, very confused.

“What did you just say?” Realization hits you.

“Oh no I said that out loud didn’t I?” You ask and Harrison nods slowly, you literally face palm. “Sorry I’ve gotten no sleep this past week and it just slipped out I really didn’t-”

“Didn’t mean it?” He cuts you off and you nod. He checks his watch before he starts talking again, “That’s a shame. Because although it’s not fucking you I’m pretty sure that Argo’s is still open and we’ll call it a date” He says, referring to the restaurant on campus on the main floor of one of the residences.

“Are you asking me out?” You ask, looking. at him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and shock.

“I did say the word date in that sentence, right? Yes I’m asking you out on a date Y/N” He responds and you nod as you start to close your laptop and notebooks, putting it all away for later, probably tomorrow, when you’ll be back in the same spot likely with Harrison in less than 12 hours.

[hazinhoodies]

harrison petting your hair with your head in his lap and easing you out of an anxious moment —tomslovey

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.”

“I’ll always take care of you y/n”

[hazinhoodies]

please look at me + i’ll sleep when i’m dead with university!haz ?? i’m studying and i need my boy to tell me to go to sleep :(

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”

“Come on, let’s eat and then sleep, you can go back to studying after” Harrison walks the two of you back until you fall back on the bed so he’s on top of you, making both of you giggle. He presses a kiss to your lips before sitting up and pulling a box and a plastic fork out of the takeout bag. “Eat” He hands them to you before taking out his own food, the two of you sit on your bed and eat before he pulls you into his arms, boxes discarded, and pulls the covers over the two of you. He makes sure that you fall asleep before you do