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marvelousescapism · 3 years

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i have a hot take: given that steve probably grew up around many first generation immigrants, including eastern europeans, and that new york is a generally very diverse place + that we know steve's a smart boy and probably has a very good memory, there's no way steve wouldn't recognize a little bit of russian at least. like, EE languages have a lot of similarities and with the amount of polish ppl, lithuanians etc that came to NY in the early 20th century im sure he would've picked up Something

like i know everyone's on about how bucky's a polyglot and knows like, every single language on earth bc of hydra but like. honestly in my opinion it would absolutely make sense for steve to be bilingual at Least and i dont know why people don't get on that more often? like the serum enhanced All of him that must include his memory or cognitive abilities to some extent and i dont see how he wouldnt be 100% invested in learning as much as he can esp with the opportunities he got in the future

Steve overhears Nat and Bucky talking shit in Russian all the time. They don't know he knows a little bit of Russian, but he picks up on key phrases like "idiot boyfriend" and "pain in the ass" and "he's lucky he's pretty" and understandably gets... curious. He takes up Russian classes at the weekend and doesn't tell anyone.

"Just doing extra shifts at the soup kitchen, Buck! Don't worry!"

Steve's a fast learner and, with what he knew already, pretty soon he can understand, like, 80% of the conversations they're having. Pretends he's still none the wiser.

One day, he's making lunch while Bucky relaxes on the sofa, bitching on the phone to Natasha in Russian about how "yeah, my idiot boyfriend didn't take out the kitty litter tray last night so now the apartment smells like cat pee. I know, I know, I'm gonna leave it on his pillow next time he forgets it's his turn."

He waits patiently, listening into the conversation, waiting for the perfect moment to slide right in with the perfect clap-back in his perfected Russian accent (best in his class, says his teacher (she's really nice - she gives him a smiley-face sticker whenever he does well on a test)).

He's on his way over to Bucky with a couple of smoothies when Bucky tells Natasha; "О нет, он понятия не имеет. Я купил кольцо на прошлых выходных, пока он помогал с раздачей еды в столовой для бездомных. И прямо сейчас мне нужно определиться, когда просить его руки."

["Oh, no, he has no idea. I bought the ring last weekend when he was in the soup kitchen. I just need to decide when to propose right now."]

Steve drops the smoothies on the floor. The glass smashes, smoothie splatters everywhere, Bucky jump out of his skin like "Holy shit, Rogers, what the fuck!? Are you okay? What happened!?"

Without thinking, Steve just blurts out "Баки, ты собираешься сделать мне предложение?!" ["Bucky, are you going to ask me to marry you!?"]

Bucky gapes at him for a moment. Blinks. Says to the phone "Hey, Nat? Something happened. I'll call you back." and hangs up. Takes a deep breath.

"Steve... how long have you been able to understand Russian?"

"Uh... quite a long while now..."

"So... you understood everything me and Nat were talking about...?"

"Yes, Bucky."

"Did... did you overhear the thing about your jogging shorts?"

"That you shrunk them in the washing machine on purpose so that they'd hug my butt better? Yeah, I heard that."

"And the thing about the--?"

"--About the cake you bought at the store and told me you baked it yourself? Yeah."

Bucky turns as red as borscht. "Uh... I'm sorry, Stevie."

"You can apologize after the wedding, dumbass."

Bucky grins and Steve forgets about the mess on the floor, practically diving onto the sofa to give Bucky a big sloppy kiss.

#EDIT: russian fixed!!#thank you haz-n-boo-world!!!#i'm sorry anon #this brainrot probably isn't what you wanted as an answer #but i don't have the spoons for a proper answer right now so here u go enjoy some messily written stucky nonsense lmao #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #and yeah it's canon in comics that he has eidetic memory! idk if it's canon or fanon that mcu steve has eidetic memory but either way!#also he's def at least bilingual #he knows french #dernier taught him #that's canon he told me so himself #ask #anonymous #once again i can only apologise

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piscesparker · 3 years

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Betraying the bond

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Part 9

It hurt. Seeing him kiss someone else hurt, but why? No, I was not going to let my heart take control over this situation. I shook off thoughts and walked back to the ball, I couldn't believe that I thought that he could change or that we were getting along for once. Once again I as so lost in thought that I never realize that my vision got foggy as the tears threatened to spill. No. I wasn't going to cry over some stupid boy because I was falling for him. That's when I realized, I had fallen for him and his stupid charm.

Whenever he had his hand on my waist, my heart sped up; and all this time I thought it was fear. Hatred. I was being such a fool, I promised I wouldn't fall; I felt so stupid. And to make matters more worse, I bumped into Edward on the way.

"Woah, Y/n, are you alright?" He addressed his concern, "Are you...crying?" I turned around so he was facing my back and subtly wiped away my tears and took a deep breath to calm down. Once I composed myself I turned around and gave him a kind smile, "I'm fine Edward, thank you."

"Okay, well I was searching for you, hoping I could have a dance with you, for old time's sake?" He winked at the last part making me chuckle, "Of course, it would be my honor." I said as he led me to the ballroom, I looked back at the gardens one last time and deciding never to let my heart make any decisions.

Unlike Harrison, Edward was actually making sure that I was having a good time; I actually felt a bit lighter and more care free, but I guess the universe can never see me being too happy. Harrison stood behind us and cleared his throat to announce his presence, "May I?" He asked Edward.

"All yours." He smiled and gave my hand to Harrison. His grip on my hand and waist was a little tighter than usual, but then it happened again, my heart sped up. No, Y/n fight it! "Who was that?" The blond asked as we began to dance, I could sense a bit of anger and jealousy in his voice; a fake smile covering his real emotions.

"Not that it is any of your business, but that was Prince Edward, a childhood friend of mine." I said a bit sternly as he spun me around. The only way to avoid falling for him was being stern and mean.

"What do you mean 'not any of my business'? I am your fiancee, of course it is my business." The way he said it sounded as though he was hurt, whereas it was the other was around.

As he pulled me back in, it was a bit harsher and forceful than we had practiced, once again making his grip strong. He was being possessive and protective, I did not need that, not anymore. He constantly kept eyeing Edward and as if to show off that I was his, he spun me out and pulled me in, leading to a dip where his one hand was securely on my waist and the other under my neck; once again catching me off guard. The crowd erupted with applause.

After the dance, we exchanged rings and signed the alliance, making it official; every moment of it was pure agony for me. I was giving my everything to someone I didn't want to have, but this was never about me, it was and always has been about the people.

The night came to an end and it couldn't have ended faster, after Amber helped me get ready for bed I waited for a good few minutes and snuck off to the stables; being with Spencer right now was the only thing I needed. As I walked down the empty halls, the echo of my footsteps keeping me company, when I reached the stables Spencer let out a shrill neigh; it was something he did when he knew that it was me.

I knew if had to take him for a ride I would be in a lot of trouble, so I settled to be in his stall and groom him while I spoke to him. As I softly stroked his hair with the brush I heard a clattering sound, it couldn't have been any of the stable boys, no one was allowed when I was with Spencer.

"Who's there?" I asked, stepped out of the stall, it was eerily quiet which sent chills up my spine.

"Boo!" I let out a loud shriek and turned around to see the last person I wanted to see, Harrison, laughing uncontrollably with his hands on his knees. "What are you doing here?" Letting out a sigh of relief, I punched him lightly on his shoulder as he continued to laugh.

"You should have seen your face." He said, I walked back into the stall and continued to brush Spencer. "Is everything alright?" He asked as his laughter died down and concern overlapping his voice and leaned on the stall door.

"Everything is fine, why?" How does this matter to him now?

"Because it's in the middle of the night and you are grooming your horse? I don't suppose that is a normal person's routine." He chuckled.

And I don't suppose that kissing your ex at your engagement party is also normal. I forced myself from saying it out loud, "This is my castle and I will do what I want," I shot back, "and in that case shouldn't you be asleep too?"

"Ours, now," he corrected me, "I was going to but then I saw you sneaking off so I thought I'd see what you were up to." There was that word again, ours, I hated the idea of an 'us' or 'ours' even more than ever.

"Stop stalking me! I can take care of myself I don't need to be paraded by you all the time, just leave me alone!" I snapped at him and left him out the cold. And again I was overpowered with these confusing emotions. Why didn't he come after me? Fight for me? No Y/n, don't do this to yourself.

a/n: I know this chapter was boring but I promise to do better :)

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lnfours · 4 years

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meet me in the hallway | t.h

summary: moving to college meant you had to leave everything behind, including the boy you had the most special connection with.

warnings: college!au, language, drinking, partying, let me know if you guys would want this turned into a series!!

wc: 1k

masterlist | ’meet me in the hallway’ by harry styles

you hadn’t expected the party to be this big, but yet again, does harrison even know the word ‘subtle’? you walked in, gift bag in hand for the birthday boy and you immediately spotted tuwaine, who of course, made a big deal of your arrival.

“look who showed up! stockton’s best student!” he smiled and you laughed along with the group of boys, hugging tuwaine.

“hey!”

“hey, kid! i’ve missed you!” he smiled before pulling away. you made small talk before looking around the room.

“know where i can put this?” you asked, he nodded before finishing his swig of beer.

“haz’s room, here, i’ll come with, we can catch up.”

you nodded as the two of you journeyed through the house together. you scanned the room for familiar faces, smiling at people who yelled ‘hey’ to you. you eventually locked eyes with a pair of familiar ones, and it made you almost stop in your tracks. tuwaine could sense your uneasiness, wrapping an arm around your shoulders,”you alright?”

you nodded, quickly releasing the eye contact, but before you could, he had followed your line of vision,”this may be or may not be the best timing, but he still talks about you.”

“i’m sure he does.”

“no, seriously,” he said,”it broke his heart when you just up and left for the states. he hasn’t really been the same without you.”

you shook your head,”he doesn’t think about me, t.”

“but he does,” tuwaine opened the door to haz’s room, letting you put the gift bag down on the bed that was littered with boxes, bags and envelopes. this boy always gets so many gifts,”i don’t know how i can make you believe me but he’s still in love with you.”

“if he was still in love with me then he wouldn’t have moved on after a week.” you shrugged.

“who? the blonde girl he was with?”

you nodded, fixing your hair as tuwaine laughed.

“she was just a distraction, they were nothing real, nothing happened between them.”

“but the-”

“y/n, listen to me,” he said, grabbing your shoulders,”that boy is still head over heels in love with you, he has been since 5th grade. give me some credit, here.”

you sighed, maybe tuwaine was right, maybe he still did have a little special place for you in his heart, but also what if he didn’t? what if he had sealed that off? or gave it to someone new?

you just couldn’t wrap your head around it.

the rest of the night, your mind wouldn’t put it at rest. the music loud, you and your best friend from high school playing flip cup, people asking you about college and what it’s like across the pond. you shrugged, knowing that each question had the same answer.

you had finally had enough and you made your way out the front door to sit in the hallway of the apartment complex. you sighed, leaning against the wall and sliding down it, breathing out loudly.

“too much for you, too?”

your head snapped in the direction where it came from and met the same eyes from earlier. you almost wanted to throw up from nervousness, but he seemed so cool, calm, collected.

you didn’t say anything and he chuckled,”you alright, darlin’?”

“y-yeah,” you nodded, tucking hair behind your ear,”i just didn’t think you’d want to talk, and honestly i didn’t see you here.”

he nodded,”fair enough.”

he took another sip of his beer and looked over at you,”what brings you into the hallway?”

“people asking too many personal questions,” you said,”plus there’s so many damn people in there it’s chaos.”

he chuckled and nodded in agreement,”whatcha been up to in the states? anything exciting? internships?”

you nodded,”yeah, for one of the radio stations there.”

“majoring in journalism and shit right?”

you chuckled and nodded, surprised he remembered. he nodded,”y’know, i blamed myself for being the reason you left for so long-”

“tom-”

“no, shh, it’s my turn,” he said and you sent him a small smile before letting him continue,”it was selfish of me to think you’d give up a career and education to stay in london. i’m happy for you, y/n. honestly. as long as you’re happy there, then i’m happy for you.”

but you weren’t. you had tried so hard to not miss tom, your friends, your family, london in itself, but it didn’t work. it was like the more you tried the more you got homesick and the more you wished to be in the arms of the man you were currently sitting in front of in the hallway.

“thank you, tom.” however is all that you managed to say.

“anytime,” he chuckled as he rose to his feet, offering you a hand that you gladly took,”and by the way, what tuwaine was saying was right, you should listen to him.”

you raised an eyebrow, heart racing,”how could you-”

“he speaks very loud,” he laughed and you smiled,”but he didn’t lie. i guess though, whenever you’re ready for something, you could always just meet me in the hallway.”

he sent you a smile and you returned one,”have a good night, y/n.”

“you too, tom.”

he walked back into the party, the door closing behind him and for a second you stood there to catch your breath.

he wasn’t mad at you, but he was… happy?

before you could even process the rest of it, the door opened again and you met harrison’s eyes,”come kick ass with me in flip cup.”

“anything for the birthday boy.”

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sunkissedpages · 5 years

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Can I request Harrison being so patient with the reader who is having a really bad anxiety day? Like, she keeps asking the same questions because she needs reassurance, and he's just so patient and loving with her?? Thanks boo!

of course!!

**anxiety is portrayed in this blurb!! just a heads up!! also I can only speak from my own experiences with mental illness so I’m sure that this sort of thing doesn’t apply to everyone xx

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Harrison pleaded, practically begging you to talk to him.

“Nothing,” you replied numbly, continuing to stare out the window.

You were sitting across from him on the tube instead of cuddled up beside him like you usually were which is how he could tell something was wrong.

It had been a long day out, and it had been lovely, at least that’s what you’d led Harrison to believe. In reality, anxiety had been eating you alive all day. You had bad days like this sometimes where your insecurities got the better of you and you couldn’t shake them no matter what you did.

Haz has grown pretty accustomed to them and was always completely understanding, but you hated telling him when you were having an episode because you didn’t want to burden him. Especially today since he’d planned such a nice day for the two of you. You didn’t want to ruin it by letting him know what was really going on.

“Are you mad at me?” Haz asked, eyebrows crinkling in concern.

You snapped your head towards him in horror. “Am I mad at y- no, no of course not!”

“Then why won’t you talk to me? Why aren’t you sitting with me? Please, baby, just tell me what I did.”

You felt your lip start to tremble as you watched your boyfriend try and apologize for something you’d done, for something that was wrong with you.

“You deserve better than me,” you mumbled, curling in on yourself on the seat.

“What?” Harrison leaned forward to hear you better. “What’d you say?”

“You deserve better than me.”

He understood now. His face softened and he uncrossed his arms, relaxing a little, but still worried. “Y/n,” he sighed. “That’s not true.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to have to deal with this right now. I’ll be fine in a couple of hours.” You turned back towards the window and rested your head against it hoping he’d drop the subject.

You looked over when you felt a hand on your thigh and tensed up, realizing Haz had moved across the row to the seat next to you.

“Hey, look at me,” he said softly and you stubbornly refused. “Or don’t,” he chuckled. “You should have told me you were having a gloomy day.”

Gloomy days are what Harrison affectionately called your bad days and even though you thought it was sweet you also thought it completely sugarcoated how much of a pitiful mess of a person you were during them. You were honestly surprised you were functioning as well as you were now.

“Didn’t want to bother you.”

“Well, you should’ve. You know you’re never a bother.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

Harrison took one of your hands that was in your lap and squeezed it tight. “Y/n, I love you. All of you. Sunny days, gloomy days, all of it. I know you love me on my bad days too.”

You shrugged. “Of course.”

“So why is it hard to believe I’d do the same for you?” he asked, genuine confusion spread across his features.

“Because you’re worth it, I’m not.”

Harrison sat back and bit his lip. “Love, I’m sorry but that’s bullshit.” You laughed, but he didn’t. Instead, he reached up and brushed your hair out of your face, gazing at you like he always did on your gloomy days, like you were the light of his life. You looked into his piercing blue eyes and saw a mix of emotions that made you want to crumble. Love, worry, pain. You were causing him pain. You whimpered. “You want to talk about it yet?” he asked, nudging your shoulder gently. You shook your head. He settled into the seat and squeezed your hand again comfortingly. “Okay, just let me know when you’re ready.”

You nodded. It was all you could do at the moment. Your chest felt tight, your head hurt, and cruel thoughts still jabbed at your vulnerabilities. But Harrison was there. Harrison was always there. And even though your mind liked to make you think there was no way someone as good as he, could love someone like you, he was there. And he was real and he was a fighter. Your rock.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and shifted so that you could lean into him. You shut your eyes tight willing the world around you to dissipate into nothingness, even if for just a second. Harrison rested his head on top of yours and you felt yourself relax a little. His breathing was steady and he was warm. You both knew it was a particularly bad day, it would be long and it wasn’t anywhere near over yet, but you were ready to face it head-on together.

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hazinhoodies · 5 years

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No Love Lost (Part 1)

Harrison Osterfield x CF!Reader

A/N: uh hi. so this is a lot. this was going to be a one-shot originally but then it hit 15k words so here’s some of that. I did as much research into cystic fibrosis as i could (thats what cf means btw). Thanks to @loverholland who helped me edit this (and future parts). Also this is my submission for @starksparker summer writing challenge. I had the prompt of “I know you. What’s wrong” and its used pretty bad but this will make up for it hopefully. its a whole mess of aus. there some fuck boy in there, some best friend. brace for impact.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: talk of death, talk of hospitals, talk of sickness, swearing, messing with tenses, a ridiculous amount of parentheticals (yes they’re supposed to be there), cheesy writing

Harrison was sweet. You had to admit it. One of the nicest people you’d ever come by. He was your best friend all throughout school, he stuck by you through all the coughing fits, your plethora of medicines, and the multiple times you’d caught bronchitis or something along those lines, not to mention all the other things that come with being a teen in high school; drama, puberty, stress. You were insanely thankful that he put up with all his own problems as well as yours, health or otherwise, and everything that came with having cystic fibrosis.

You were diagnosed at five, after the third time you’d caught pneumonia. Most people are diagnosed before the age of two but either a) you weren’t screened for it at birth or b) your doctors missed something. Just your luck.

You didn’t really know what it meant at first. Just that now you had to take these medicines, pills, and use inhalers (which hurt on bad days). Your favourite part was always the gummy vitamin that you had to -no, got to- take. You heard your mom talking about how important it was that you cleared your airway every day and that you did some of, if not all, the exercise the doctors wanted you to take. They made your lungs burn.

Your mother, however, felt guilty. She blamed herself for your sickness, but her guilt was helping no one affected. She should’ve known that you were growing too slowly and that your breathing problems weren’t normal. She feels horrible.

But if she had and you’d been diagnosed earlier or later or exactly when you were, you would still have cystic fibrosis.

You started to understand what it was at the age of eleven after you’d decided to research it yourself. You knew better than to WebMD it. Long since being diagnosed, you weren’t looking for a cure, just an understanding of what this meant for you.

You found out too much. Things that you were certain a normal 11 year old wouldn’t know about. But you weren’t normal. Anything but.

You found out that the average person with cystic fibrosis died at the age of 37, it’s most common in Northern Europe and least common in Africans and Asians. Although not recognized until the 1930s, certain aspects of cystic fibrosis were identified as early as 3,000 BC, likely due to the migration of people, gene mutations and nourishment. One in Four people have cystic fibrosis. About eighty percent of people with cystic fibrosis die from it. There’s no known cure, if there is one at all.

Your first (and only, so far) double lung transplant happened about a year later. You remember the feeling of knowing something was wrong too vividly. Headed down the stairs, your twelve year old self had already run through your extensive morning routine but you couldn’t shake the feeling of something caught in your lungs. You had to breathe through your mouth to feel like you were getting anywhere near enough oxygen.

“Have you cleared your airways yet” Your mother had asked upon hearing how rough your voice sounded when combined with how much your chest heaved when you breathed. You nodded and she asked you to go to it again. It was on your way back down the steps when it had become instantly more difficult to breathe. Calling for your mom, your voice was weak and wheezed its way through the words. It felt like you were suffocating. You gripped the stair railing tight in your hand as you felt your vision start to tunnel. With whatever luck you still had, you made it to the bottom of the stairs without collapsing and she rushed you to the hospital.

You don’t know what they did to make it better temporarily but you remember being hooked up to all sorts of antibiotics to slow the mucus build up while they found a pair of lungs for you. A month later and they had found a pair. You spent the next while in the hospital from the surgery while the doctors monitored you.

Lung transplants either work or they don’t. There’s no in between. No ‘it works but could be better’. They do, or they don’t.

Your mother would tell you when you were older that yours almost didn’t work. You almost didn’t wake up, but you wouldn’t remember any of it when she told you so.

You were overjoyed when you got to go back to school, you knew you weren’t healed, you still had cystic fibrosis, but you were doing better. That’s when you met Harrison.

With Harrison, you felt like you could be somewhat. He didn’t know about your CF at the time, you held it back to not drive him away. You suppressed coughs as much as you could. He was good though. A good person, a kind soul. So good that when you were with him, you were normal. You felt like a normal kid. You forgot about the multiple inhalers that sat on the bathroom counter and the bottles of pills next to them. You forgot about the doctors, and your enzymes or lack thereof. With Harrison, you forgot you were dying.

He started to get curious when you were missing school a lot and played it off as a cold when you would cough a lot at one time, but Harrison isn’t an idiot and you’re his friend; he knew something was up.

So you told him. You told him you had cystic fibrosis. He seemed confused so you continued on. You explained that while it also affects your pancreas, intestines, and kidneys, it meant your lungs were weak and prone to infection. Mucus builds up inside your lungs and other parts of your respiratory system. You told him that if your lungs get worse then you’ll likely need a transplant.

He nodded along and promised that he understood but you knew he didn’t fully understand what it meant, just as you had.

You didn’t tell him you were dying.

Not then. Not at all.

He’d found out on his own that it meant you were dying. You never asked how. The pair of you were in your living room at the age of fourteen, in the middle of a game of Mario Party. The computer Boo was winning. You could tell that something was bothering him but weren’t sure if it was something to ask about, you did anyway.

“Haz? What’s bothering you?” You spoke as the Luigi on the screen moved 6 spaces.

“Nothing, I’m fine” He stared distantly towards the screen, it’s more likely he’s looking past it.

“And lying. I know you. What's wrong?" No response. "Harrison, tell me” You refused to press any buttons, letting the die on the screen roll above your characters head until he gave you an answer.

Harrison looked down into his lap, fumbling with some of the buttons on the remote. His voice comes out small and meek, “You’re dying”

“No, I’m not,” Some weird instinct told you to lie about it and protect his feelings, but the glimmer of hope he had when he looked at you made you wish that you hadn’t said that. “I mean, I am. But I’m not bad” You hesitate on ‘bad’, unsure of how you want to phrase things. You knew you had to be careful of what you say. “I’m not even on a transplant list yet,” His expression shifted to worry, “It’s a good thing” He somewhat relaxed. “It means that I’m managing it well. And I am. I take care of myself, take all the medication I need to. It’s a lot but I do it”

The look on his face made your heart go soft. Somewhere between worry and relief, happy and sad.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” You whispered, your gaze falling to the floor. You felt bad about telling him, that’s for sure. But for once you wanted to be normal.

“It’s okay,” Harrison’s voice was almost as quiet as yours, the overly happy game music playing in the background (it really didn’t help with the mood). He looked over at you and your expression made his heartbreak. “Hey,” he grabbed your attention, “This doesn’t change anything. No love lost, yeah?”

You nodded. “What I meant is that you don’t have to worry about me” That was the end of it. You rolled a five.

The next few months saw a shift in your relationship. It’s not that you spent any less time together, quite the opposite actually. Harrison wanted to spend so much time with you, most of which consisted of the two of you doing anything either of you could think of. More games of Mario Party (you won more often, he’d say he let you but he definitely didn’t), going out for food, bowling, laser tag, you name it.

He also took care of you. No matter how much you said you didn’t need it and you didn’t want to bother him, you’d get text messages at the same time every day asking if you’d taken your enzymes, or cleared your airways, or if you were close to running out of anything.

Harrison was sweet. He was sweet to you and you couldn’t be more thankful.

High school came and the world watched on as the two of you grew closer than ever. He was there as soon as he could be whenever you were in the hospital and even if you weren’t, he was at your house or you were at his as much as you could be.

Looking back, you weren’t sure how you didn’t see it.

While you were still Harrison’s best friend, he spent time with a lot of other girls. You weren’t dumb. You saw the way they looked at him. Their looks were anything from ogling or as if he was the moon. Their never-ending night light. The one that lit up the dark for them.

It was cheesy and sometimes (usually) gross, but he never looked at them that way. Even while his arm was wrapped around them in the halls he was either making some joke towards you (you’d say he was bullying you, but you weren’t that hurt) or laughing at something someone else had said or done.

Every two weeks there was a different girl on his arm. It didn’t really make sense to you. He was so nice and caring towards you but then these girls that he claimed to have feelings for barely got a second glance from him. Even still, part of you wanted to be in their position, if only for the title that came with it.

You fell in love with Harrison slowly. Like when you come home late and don’t want to wake anyone, so you shut the door precariously, even the small click after it’s shut is too loud. Or like waiting for a flower to grow. Checking on it until you saw the first sprout and then the first leaf.

Your sudden realization, your ‘click’, was when you’d heard one of the girls talking about him after they’d ended things. You weren't sure if you could call it a breakup, we’re they even official? Who knows.

Water ran from the tap in the bathroom as you washed your hands, you couldn’t help but listen to the conversation she was having on the far side of the room. It was whispered and sobbed but you still managed.

“What’d he say?” Her friend, you thought her name was Olivia, places a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“He just said he didn’t feel anything for me anymore” Harrison ex-thing, her name was Erica, (she was one of the “you are the moon” starers) barely got out the last word before sobs racked her body, her upper body and torso shook forcefully with each one. She was really hurt. “Said that there was something about someone else. I don’t get it. It was three weeks how could there be someone else”.

If it was three weeks then why are you so worked up over it? You fought not to roll your eyes.

“Erica, I told you that he was a bad idea. I told you that he’d hurt you. And you still…” Olivia trailed off with a sigh. Some best friend.

“I don’t know. Maybe I thought I could change him or something. Fuck, I don’t know. He’ll always be a fuckboy I guess. Can’t wait to see who he’s got next week” Sarcasm drenched her words. She sniffled, wiping her eyes.

You dried off your hands and left the bathroom.

It hurts to hear people talk so horrendously about your best friend. That wasn’t the Harrison that you knew, the Harrison you knew was gentle and caring and wore his heart on his sleeve. What about you made him that different?

Harrison came over that night, you helped him with his English paper and then the two of you retreated to doing your own things on your phones. He laid on your bed and you used his stomach as a pillow, lying perpendicular to him. Your legs hung off the bed a little, but you didn’t care.

The room was silent for at least fifteen minutes with the exception of the odd chuckle followed by the other asking to look at whatever it was they laughed at. That was until you piped up. Your mindless scrolling only lasts so long before you fall into your own thoughts.

“Heard Erica talking about you in the bathroom today” You let your hand fall to your chest, phone facedown against your sternum. Harrison didn’t really talk about the girls he was involved with. At least not with you. You weren’t sure why but never pressed.

“Yeah? What’d she say?” His eyes didn’t leave his phone.

“She was talking to Olivia, I think it was Olivia. The one who sits next to Tom in English”

“Yeah, Olivia” Harrison confirmed.

“Yeah her. And she -Erica- was saying about how you broke up with her and said that there was someone else. And then Olivia said something about how she warned her not to go for you because you’re a bad idea and you’d only hurt her and shit like that”

“Sounds like Liv” Harrison chimes in.

“Then Erica said that she thought she could change you or something like that? I don’t know. It was just weird to hear them talk so bad about you when what I see is the polar opposite” You started your scrolling again.

“People talk Y/N. She was just upset I guess. That’s okay” You nodded and there was a moment of silence

“Just out of curiosity. Why do you go through girls so fast?”

“I just don’t feel anything with them really. I know what I want, and sadly it’s things that I don’t think they’d ever be able to give, or have, or be”

“What do you want?” Your question threw him off guard and he had to pause for a second.

“I want pure love. It’s not driven by lust. A kind of love where I don’t have to worry about what I look like or how I act around them because I know they’ll love me just the same. One where we have electric conversations one moment and then the next we’re in silence but it’s fine. Because it’s comfortable. I want to have a connection. I want the kind of love where you’d die for the other person. I’d die for a love like that. And it’s something that I don’t think I could get from Erica or Megan or Hannah. No matter how long we’re together”

“But you’re not even going to stick around long enough to see if there is all that with them?”

“No. I know it makes me sound like an asshole but I know what I want. I just have to wait until that love realizes what they want”

You thought for a moment. Maybe it made sense? In some weird, twisted, ‘i’m an asshole but don’t want you to think so’ sort of way. “Okay” You trailed off.

“Also we were only a thing for like three weeks why is she this upset”

“That’s what I thought!” The two of you laughed and settled back into a comfortable silence.

You’d since learned to trust what you knew about Harrison, disregarding parts of what was said that night. He was kind, and took care of you, and cared deeply about so many things. You knew about his reputation, but you didn’t care. He was your best friend, and what kind of friend would you be if you changed your opinion based on what other people said. Certainly better than ones who date the guy who broke your heart (*cough* Olivia, *cough cough*) The same one who warned you not to date him.

And sure enough, the following week, Olivia and Harrison were together.

Olivia was the longest he’d been with someone that you knew about. A whole eight weeks was a record for Harrison. It almost made you think that maybe he was capable of finding love on his own. And that made you happy. Happy for him.

Then there was that damn click. That fucking leaf. The one that made you sad when you saw them in the halls, her hand in his. The same one that made your stomach drop when he'd kiss her cheek before class.

Although his time never wavered with you, you couldn't help but wish it was you under his arm. With his lips against your skin.

High school ended, Harrison went on to drama school. It fit, he’d always been dramatic (haha very funny Y/N) but you were proud of him for pursuing his dream of acting. You’d gone onto university as well. Although the two of you didn’t see each other nearly as much, you were still his best friend, and him yours. The texts to take your meds had changed from whenever you had to take one to only every morning, and the two of you would talk that night.

June Twenty-Second. You’d finished all your exams two months ago. Still riding on the high of being a university graduate, you didn’t expect for it to drop so fast.

You were put on the transplant list your sophomore year of university. But you were getting worse, you’d moved up significantly since being put on. June Twenty-Second is when your doctor told you that if you couldn’t get one of the next few lungs, you’d be out of time.

When you’d discovered that you were dying when you were eleven, you struggled to cope with it. Slowly but surely, you’d learned to accept that you couldn’t live forever, and if you’d been asked a month ago how you felt about death, you know how you would have answered. You would have said that it’s a part of life. That every journey has its end. You would have said that no matter what you did you couldn’t change anything and you were okay with dying. Maybe it was your time.

But when your doctor finally, officially tells you that they don’t know if they'll get you a pair of lungs in time, one thing comes to mind.

I’m not ready for this.

Immediately followed by another thought.

Harrison

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Bonfire Nights | tom holland

summary: you attend a bonfire with your boyfriend in the first days of autumn

words: 1271

warnings: just pure fluff, enjoy guys!

A/N: since it’s slowly starting to look like Autumn outside, I wanted to write this blurb for you guys to get you into the fall mood, my absolute favourite season!! The last time I posted a story of mine, the tags didn’t seem to work so I’m also tagging a few mutuals to hopefully get this out to the world! Have an awesome autumn and spend it with your loved ones!

The fire sizzled in a comforting way and you closed your eyes, sighing. There was chatter around you from all the people you loved and knew for a long time and the bonfire warmed you up even if it was the start of October and getting colder every day.

There were two arms around you that also kept you warm and you smiled at the fact that finally, you had your boyfriend back. There was movement behind you and suddenly the face from your boyfriend appeared next to you and he looked at you with raised eyebrows.

„Are you alright love?“ You nodded and grinned at him. „I’m just so happy right now. I’m surrounded by all of my favourite people and for once it doesn’t feel like time’s running away from me.“ „Wait, they’re all your favourite people? I thought only I was your favourite!!“ He protested and you just giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

„Stop complaining Tom. You know that you will always be my favourite, but don’t tell the others.“ Now it was Toms turn to giggle and he hid his face in your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt on your arms.

„Hey lovebirds, are you up for a game of Never Have Have I Ever?“ The voice from your friend Harrison suddenly spoke up. You slowly looked up, still lost in the happy bubble of Tom and you. You just raised an eyebrow and leaned back onto Toms torso.

„I’m not a ten-year-old Haz, so no, thank you.“ You mumbled and Toms torso suddenly began to shake, indicating that he was laughing. You just grinned at your friend across from the fire who looked pretty shocked at your words.

„You’re a feisty one tonight, Y/N!“ You just winked and grinned at your friend because there was nothing that could bring your mood down tonight. It felt like everything was just in the right place.

„Hey Tom, you remember when we played Truth Or Dare two summers ago?“ Tom blushed at his best friends words, remembering the summer nights very good. It was the time where you had walked into his life one evening, as one of Zendayas’ friends. And to say that he had been heads over heels for you after your first meeting, was an understatement. But him being not the most extroverted guy, it was really hard for him to talk to you and show you the kind of interest he had in you.

Harrison noticed his horrible attempts very quickly so he started with the Truth Or Dare which got you much closer. And after that, it was easy. Since you both liked each other so much, it didn��t take long before Tom found the courage to ask you out.

And two years later, you were still as happy as you were two summers ago. But you had to admit, it wasn’t always that easy with Tom being away for filming. You were studying in London so you had nearly no time to visit your boyfriend in the States or wherever he was at, but you had always tried to make it work.

And this fall, you had been rewarded. He had just finished the latest Spiderman Movie and had two months off just to spend them with you. You had just finished your exams and were ready to enjoy your free time with your boyfriend by your side.

You snuggled even closer to Tom and smiled, feeling completely content with this day. Tom pulled you closer to you. No words were spoken but you didn’t need them. It was nice to just have the other with you and just listen to the talking of your friends.

It was getting colder and even if you had put on some warm clothes, you began to feel cold. Tom noticed your trembling very quickly.

„Are you cold?“ You just nodded with a smile, knowing what was about to come. In one swift move, he picked you up and turned you around so you sat now face-to-face, away from the bonfire. For the first time that night, you could see his face in full glory. The light of the fire was warm on his face and he looked so beautiful you weren’t sure if he was really yours.

You were so close, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. „Hey boo,“ Tom mumbled and pressed his forehead against his. „Hi, handsome.“ Tom blushed, not used to you giving him compliments. He didn’t know that he was handsome; every time you told him that he went all shy and you found that unbelievably cute.

„So I heard you need some warming up?“ His voice was only a whisper but because you were so close, you could hear every word he said. You moved even closer with a smile on your lips. You loved being so close to him like it was no big deal. When he was gone, you always missed his arms wrapped around you and the comforting scent that always reminded you of him. „Hm, I think I know something that helps.“ And with that, he softly pressed his lips on yours, causing you to let a little moan out, only for the two of you to hear. The kiss was slow but still passionate, showing the love that had build between the two of you over the last two years.

Your lips were moving slowly and after a few minutes, Toms' tongue traced over your bottom lip, begging you to let him in. You opened your mouth and he explored your mouth followed by a grunt from him. You felt yourself heating up but not too much that it could turn into much more.

You felt so safe and warm in Toms' arms, hoping that this day would never end. You had closed your eyes but were suddenly interrupted by a loud voice coming from your friend Jacob. „Hey, guys! Could you please keep it PDA?“ You slowly moved back and opened your eyes, looking into Toms' eyes. They were full of emotion and for a moment you forgot that you were being watched.

„Guys this is a friends’ night!“ It was now Zendayas’ turn to speak up and you just giggled and laid your head on Toms collarbones and listened to his heartbeat, that was still going a little bit faster than normal.

„We’re sorry!“ Tom said over your head and you could only smile and cuddle even closer to your beloved boyfriend.

You were not sure if anything could top this moment. Everyone around you was happy and joyful and you had your favourite boy with you. The fire was still burning high and you sighed again, kissing Toms neck once. He chuckled above you and pressed a kiss on your head, that caused your heart to pounce a bit faster again.

„I love you,“ he mumbled and gripped you even tighter, to show you that you were his. „I love you too.“ Your words were only a whisper but you knew that Tom had heard them because his heart started to beat faster again. You grinned, feeling completely at home.

Home would always be two arms and a curly haired boy with the most beautiful smile on this world.

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uglypastels · 6 years

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✏ I am always cold, as in my hands and my feet are super cold! And the title is October AND YES CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN!!! Have a great day💖

Thank you so much!!! 💖💖 Sorry, it took me so long! I hope you like this.

October // Harrison Osterfield

“Honey! I’m ho-ome!” Harrison said in a sing-songy voice as he closed the door behind him. The house was silent. This made the blond a bit uneasy. Usually, when he came home the house would be full of life. It was either the music playing loudly from the living room, the tv showing some random channel, or in general, the amazing sound that was (Y/N)’s voice.

“Babe?” Harrison knew she was home. What else would she be doing on a Saturday morning? Maybe she was still asleep. There was only one way to fin do out. He put down his things, took off his jacket and shoes, then walked to the living room. To Harrison’s surprise, (Y/N) was sitting on the couch, wide awake. She was cuddled up in multiple blankets, her laptop on her knees and headphones around her head. She was typing away fast. The lip bite of centration and the look in her eyes was what did it for Harrison. As much as he enjoyed watching his girlfriend, he had to make his presence known.

He cleared his throat loudly. (Y/N) screamed as she jumped up almost dropping her laptop to the ground. She looked up at him, taking off the headphones, hiding her face in her hands as she started to laugh: “Fucking hell, Haz. You scared the shit out of me!” He had expected a little more enthusiasm from his girlfriend for coming home after two months of being away.

With a pout, he said: “Is that all I get?” He spread his arms for her to come to him. He wanted - nay needed - a hug. The need to touch her was so bad. He needed to embrace her in his arms. He missed her too much to wait for another second. He had missed her soft skin. He missed how her hair always smelled like coconut. He missed how her lips tasted like Cherry Coke from that lipbalm she was practically addicted to.

But still, there was no response from her. Instead of getting up, she slid down into the sofa, throwing one of the blankets over her face. Harrison could hear a muffled groan of discomfort. Something was not ok.

“What’s wrong, love?” Now concerned out of his mind, he speeded up towards her, squatting down to be at eye level with her. “Babe?” Now getting really worried, he pulled down the blanket that was covering (Y/N)’s beautiful face. The moment he pulled it off of her, she opened her eyes and a loud “BOO!” made Harrison’s heart fall out of his chest. He lost the balance on his legs and fell backward, his head bumping on the coffee table. At the sound of his skull touching the wood, (Y/N) finally got up. Her mouth covered by her hands. Not clear if she was hiding an expression of worry, shock or amusement. Though by her muddled laugh, Harrison understood it was the former, but at the same time, also the latter.

“Oh my god, baby, are you okay?” She sat down next to him on the ground, cupping his face in his cheeks. Harrison’s hand went up to the back of his head where one spot specifically was throbbing in pain.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What d’you do that for? I was really worried.” He tried to laugh off the pain so she wouldn’t have to worry now.

“What do you expect from me, Haz? It’s Spooky season after all!” Still holding his face in her hands, she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Harrison, as much pain he was currently in, still smiled widely after she pulled away and whispered to him: “I’m so glad you’re back.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that, love?” He smirked, pulling her into his lap. She giggled. Her soft hands let go of his cold cheeks and wrapped themselves around his neck instead. She was straddling him, mirroring the smirk Harrison was perfecting.

“Well,” she kissed him once more, “I’m not tall enough to hung up the pumpkins.” she pouted her lips a little, leaving Harrison confused. This was not what he expected her to say.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Even when I’m standing on a chair, I’m not tall enough to reach the ceiling and hang up the Halloween decorations. I need a pair of strong big arms to help me.”

“Strong big arms you say?” Harrison chuckled while (Y/N) nodded and squeezed one of his biceps.

“Yeah, so could you call Tom?” She looked dead in his eyes for a few seconds before starting to laugh hysterically. “Before you get mad, you know I was only joking, right?”

“Yeah yeah.” He tried to sound mad, but he couldn’t do it. Harrison was just too happy to see her again to even try to pretend. As much as he wanted to keep looking into her perfect eyes, Harrison took a look around the room. It was exactly the same as it was when he had left two months ago.

“I don’t see any decorations,” he commented on the lack of pumpkins, cobwebs, and monsters.

“Well, duh. I told you - I’m too short to hang up most of it, so I gave up. Then, I wanted to do the rest later, but without you, it’s no fun.” The way her eyes sparkled made Harrison almost deaf. Too mesmerized by the beauty in front of him. He just smiled and nodded as she talked. “So what do you think?”

“What?” he shook his head, finally brought back to earth from the galaxy in her eyes. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I said…” she giggled, “that, if you’re not too tired, we could do it today. Then later, I will make some cookies that we can eat while watching a scary movie. How does that sound?” She was still straddling his lap. Their faces so close to each other that Harrison could see every little mark on her skin. Before he had left, Harrison had tried his best to memorize every part of her, but no memory could hold up to when she was right in front of him.

“That sounds great!” He gave her a tight squeeze around her waist. “But there is one problem.”

“And what is that, Harrison?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Why are you the one that will make the cookies? Don’t I get to help?” The response he got was definitely the one he deserved. (Y/N) started to laugh, falling over from his legs to the ground.

“Oh, Haz, you’re lucky that you’re cute because you can’t cook for shit.”

“Hey, what about my revolutionary poached eggs.” He crossed his arms, feeling a bit hurt at the rude comment.

“Fine. I’ll give you that one.” Still giggling, she got up. It wasn’t the most graceful action, but neither of them cared. When she was finally standing stable on both legs, she held out her arms so Harrison could grab on to her and pull himself up. This didn’t go as smoothly as planned. His feet slid back on the slippery wooden floor and to not hit his head on the table again, Harrison tried to break the fall with his hands. The only problem was, he was still holding on to (Y/N), so she fell right on top of him. They groaned in unison.

Between fits of laughs, she said: “I missed you, babe.” Finally, the words he wanted to hear from her. His hands found their way back around her body. Her cheeks immediately turned pink. With a swift move, he flipped them around, so she was the one lying on the ground and he was hovering above her.

“Let’s try this again, okay love?” She simply nodded. This time, Harrison got up first and easily picked (Y/N) up with him. “Do you have everything ready?” Like a child in a toy store, (Y/N)’s eyes immediately widened in excitement. “Yes, I’ll go get it.” and she ran off to the corridor. Not a minute later, she came back with a giant box. From the top various decorations were already spilling out, making it look like a pumpkin patch had exploded in there.

“And we have two more in the bedroom.” She said proudly before putting her box down on the dining table. She looked at Harrison, who was still staring at her in admiration. “Well…”

“Oh, right.” he made his way to the bedroom to get the other two boxes. Just like (Y/N) had said, there were two cardboard boxes, even bigger than the first one. Not being bothered to go back and forth twice, Harrison picked up the box on the bottom and very slowly made his way back to the living room. Fortunately, for once, he had managed to keep his balance through the whole trip and didn’t drop anything.

“Oh great!” he could hear his girlfriend, but not see her. The boxes took up all his vision. “Put them next to the first one.” He did as instructed. His muscles relaxed when he put down the heavy cartons. (Y/N) was already busy on untangling some fake leaves. The concentration from before was back in her eyes and once again, Harrison couldn’t help but just admire her for a moment.

“Care to help?” she showed him the leaves, which were all in a big knot. Probably a bigger one than when she had started.

“Of course.” He said with a big smile. He sat down next to her and took the big pile of fabricated leaves from her hands. From up close, it even looked like more work than he thought before. This was going to take a while.

And it did. The decorating took much longer than both of them had thought it would. Before they knew it, it was already getting dark outside, and they hadn’t even finished putting everything up in the living room. Most of the delay came from all the stolen kisses and hugs that Harrison tried to sneak in.

Still rather satisfied with the work they did do, together they fell onto the couch. Harrison pulled up one of the blankets (Y/N) had been wrapped under when he came home. She snuggled herself into his side, her hair tickling his neck with every move.

“Why do you have three blankets out, anyway?” he questioned, as (Y/N) took one of the remaining two, to wrap over her legs. She gave him a look as if it was the most obvious thing in the world: “I was cold.”

“You’re always cold,” he laughed.

“Well, if my boyfriend leaves me for two months so I can’t cuddle him to warm up, then yeah, I’m cold.” she wanted to push away from his grip, but Harrison was hugging her too tightly. He gave her a light kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry, babe. But I’m here now.”

“Thank god.” Her words were mumbled but still clear enough for Harrison to understand. For the next ten or so minutes they stayed like that, cuddled up in the blankets, not saying anything, just enjoying each other’s presence and the soft music that had been playing since they started their decorating adventure.

“Do you still want to watch a movie?” (Y/N) asked after a third or fourth (or maybe twelfth, who kept count anyway) shared kiss. Her voice was softer than before, a bit sleepy.

“I don’t know, without any cookies?”

“We can make some tomorrow,” she suggested. “So, movie? Yes, or No-hoo..” her sentence ended in a yawn, making Harrison chuckle.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep?”

“Yes!” she sounded stern, but her tired face said something else. “Go make some popcorn!” She did her best to push him off the couch. Harrison gave in and went to the kitchen, but didn’t bother to make any actual popcorn. He poured himself a glass of water before walking back to where he found his girlfriend peacefully asleep. The two blankets were halfway to the ground, revealing her back to the cold air in the room. Slightly shaking his head, knowing that this would have happened, he quietly walked over to tuck her in. When he grabbed one of the blankets, (Y/N) jumped up, yelling out: “Boo!” Harrison took a step back, spilling his water all over himself.

“Really, babe? Again?” he rolled his eyes.

“I can’t help it. It’s Spooky Season.”

Spooky Season, Harrison thought, smiling. The best time of the year.

The End

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