#haz osterfield fanfic

[bigilante]

— 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 ❣ 𝕙.𝕠

⌜mature content • minors do not interact⌟

「 contents: mature language + handjob ━━━━━ word count: 2.4k 」

: a.n : hiya! it's been long since i last posted something but here i am! this is my entry for @worldoftom's lolbrosgetsicktoo writing challenge. be gentle with me please, i'm really awkward writing in second person but i really wanted to make this gender-neutral.

: prompt : Harrison injures his right hand. He’s sexually frustrated, and his left hand just isn’t doing the job. Reader notices something is up with her poor roommate, and asks if there’s anything she can do to help. Even though they haven’t been anything more than friends up to this point, reader offers to “give him a hand,” or whatever of her other body parts he likes.

For two weeks Harrison had had his right hand clasped in a splint from taking a rather nasty fall from his skateboard. The night he had come home from the park with his jeans ripped on the knees and his hand clutched to his chest you hadn’t wasted a second to start taking the piss out of him at the clear picture of him eating shit at the skatepark but when he let out a pained groan after trying to take his jacket off your laughter died down and worry settled on the pit of your stomach.

His hand turned out to be badly sprained and well, the next couple of weeks had been spent in him trying to navigate his days with his non-dominant hand and with the initial panic of your roommate hurting himself gone you resumed the lighthearted piss-taking. Although he laughed with you at the jokes you made you could see how it really bugged him that he wasn’t as useful and agile with his right hand being in mandatory rest. “Told you, H. Whatever you have trouble with I can give you a hand.” You reminded him waving both your hands in front of you in a somewhat mocking manner.

“Yeah, heard you the first time.” He grumbled while struggling to button up his dress shirt. “Damn it.” The blonde cursed under his breath when his fingers seemed to not be working properly. That was enough for you to put your cup of tea down on the breakfast bar to walk up to him taking over the task he was growing frustrated with. He sighed defeated, letting his hands drop to his sides allowing you to close his shirt for him.

“Really, Harrison. I don’t mind helping you out.” The reassurance prompted Harrison to nod in understanding, running his fingers through his hair clearly irked by his situation. As if after you repeating it ninety-nine times before hadn’t sunk into his brain until the hundredth. “There you go, all done.” You patted his chest a couple of times then stepped back away from him to grab your mug again watching him leave the flat in a hurry after thanking you. You had been joking about what happened to him but you really felt bad for him, Harrison was a very active and independent guy who rarely asked for help and now that he was close to useless at doing simple tasks you could see how much it troubled him.

In the evening when he returned home he headed directly to the bathroom barely uttering a greeting back when you welcomed him, the sound of the running water splashing around let you know he was running a bath, you sighed at the fact that he had beaten you to run one for yourself though you were still busy making dinner for the both of you you didn’t duel much on it. About thirty minutes had passed since he went in for his bath and you figured it’ll be enough time for him to be about done with it to come out and eat, hence you walking up to the end of the hallway to knock on the door to make him aware that the food was ready.

However, the noise of water splashing a bit too aggressively accompanied by Harrison’s angry cursing made you believe something was wrong. With not much time to think you tried for the door and found it unlocked, swinging it open swiftly. “Are you okay!?” You asked in a panic, eyes wide when you saw the walls dripping and the floor flooded with soapy water. “Are you hurt?” You insisted, daring to step inside the room, bare feet coming in contact with the wet ground making comical splashing sounds.

“Yeah-no. I just…” He frantically tried to gather the few bubbles that floated on the scarcely-filled tub, bringing them closer to his body to cover himself a little.

“You just what, H?” Your voice still held concern and he noticed, finally looking up at you with seemingly pleading eyes. “You need help with your back or what is it?”

“No, y/n.” He huffed, brushing his wet hair back with his splinted hand wincing a little with the action. “This time you really can’t help me, alright? Just, let me get dressed.”

“Harrison, I told you I don’t mind help—” You started but was soon cut by the blonde’s voice rising above his usual level.

“I need a wank! That’s what I need. And my fucking left hand ain’t cutting it anymore.” Harrison blurted out a bit worked up, breathing heavily with cheeks burning hot showing in a bright crimson colour that stood out against his milky skin. Your mouth closed immediately after he acknowledged his problem, a warmth crept up your neck settling comfortably on the apples of your cheeks as your fingers toyed aimlessly with the hem of your oversized bed t-shirt. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he had thrown his head back on the edge of the tub and covered his eyes with his injured hand while the other was under the water.

The way the muscles of his arm were flexed made the heat of your cheeks travelled to new places that could be labelled as inappropriate. Boldly, you stepped further into the room your steps marked by the sloppy meeting of them with the soaked tiles, not knowing exactly how you conjured the confidence to do so. “I-I don’t mind... helping,” You stuttered out, stopping right by his side. Wide eyes hanging on the young man’s hidden face that was instantly revealed as soon as those words left your lips.

“What!? Don’t be silly, y/n. I could never ask you to do that.” He sat up, making starts to get up but you stopped him by placing a hand on his bare shoulder keeping him inside the tub.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” You gave him a sincere smile, irises dancing between his crystal clear ones as you waited for him to accept or decline your proposal. Harrison’s teeth clenched as he swallowed thickly making his jawline look even sharper. When he delayed in giving you an answer you felt as if you had overstepped his boundaries and panic began to invade you fast.

“Okay.” He agreed with a nearly imperceptible wobble in his voice. “But don’t look at it. It’ll make me feel less guilty if you don’t know what it looks like.” The chuckle he let out was nervous and awkward, causing you to match it with one of your own as you nodded your head.

“Okay, I won’t look.” You declared, pressing your lips together before sinking to your knees right beside the bathtub sitting comfortably on your folded legs. Taking in a deep breath you reached for his left forearm with your right hand, eyes focused on the edge of the porcelain trying your best not to look down as you let your hand trail down his arm ultimately meeting his own hand under the lukewarm water. “Let go.” In a soft voice, you requested. Harrison exhaled through his nose prompting you to shift your gaze from the tub to his face, sending him a reassuring nod and a faint smile, those sufficient for him let you hold him inhaling a tad sharply when you did.

With your hand now wrapped around his girth, you started to give him slow and long rubs with a fairly firm grip. Since your eyes were still on him you saw him sigh, momentarily closing his eyes with the first few strokes, his lips pressed together as he breathed through each caress you provided. It was hypnotising seeing him in that way: head thrown back, eyes closed, flushed face, brows pinched together; adding to all of that he was completely naked and splattered with water droplets. Your tongue darted out to wet your suddenly dry lips, swallowing thickly at the scene in front of you, subconsciously your grasp on the man’s erection tightened enough to make him let out an involuntary moan that echoed throughout the tiled room, travelling through your ears and finding a new home deep inside your brain.

Again, —you thought— do it again. You now craved his pleasure noises, with a new goal you lifted yourself from your sitting position back into your knees so you could move your arm at a faster pace, wrist twisting every now and again succeeding at drawing more moans out of your roommate. A whimper left your throat when your arm started to grow tired from the motion and the pressure of the ceramic edge underneath it prompting Harrison’s eyes to shoot open and you swore you felt him twitch against your palm. “S-sorry, my arm got sore.” You let out an embarrassed laugh when your eyes met his, your whole face burning hot.

The aching of your arm combined itself with the soreness of your knees forcing you to stand up and let go of Harrison in the process, with little time to think twice you swung your leg over the edge of the bathtub soon followed by the other before you found a comfortable new position straddling the blonde’s bare thighs. The weight of you coming into the water raised the level of it, permitting it to soak the bottom half of your top, Harrison’s eyes never left your figure as you moved that much closer to him, his stomach was a little sucked in as if he was holding in his breath. “Is this okay?” You quizzed, noting that you sitting on him might be too much.

“Ye-yeah.” He breathed out in a hurry. You proceeded to resume your ministrations now with a better angle and an additional hand to give your right one a minute of rest. The movement of the water around you both and Harrison’s heavy breathing was the only things that could be heard in the bathroom of your quiet flat. The view was intoxicating; chiselled chest heaving, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, jaw slacked, pink lips parted and eyes screw shut. You found it next to impossible to reap your gaze from the guy in front of you, the way he was reacting to your touch was rapidly becoming your favourite thing and you wanted more of him, your thighs tightened over his when he let out a particularly loud moan and you had to blink a few times to try and restore your morality without much success.

“Are you close?” Your voice filled the air around you, it surprised both of you for you didn’t know you had it in you to ask such a question when you were trying to keep your composure in front of the man. Harrison’s eyes were half-opened and on you the second you asked, the intensity of them draw you in closer and closer to his face until your forehead was pressed against his tentatively. Soon his healthy hand was back under the water only this time it landed on your bare thigh gripping it tightly, the simple touch causing your breath to match his ragged one, mixing together from the close proximity of your faces.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” Harrison ordered with a deep groan as his body began to tense up underneath you. You took the cue and doubled your efforts with both your hands subconsciously whispering encouragements eliciting louder moans from him. His poorly hand came up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place —as if you really had the intention to move away— while his high very evidently approached. “Fuck, y/n.” The blue-eyed boy moaned in your face luring a whine out of your throat at the sound of your name being called in such a way.

“Cum for me,” You encouraged him, nudging his nose with yours silently prompting him to look at you, and he did. Hooded eyes fixed on yours mere centimetres away that you could feel his lips ghosting over your own teasingly, warm breath fanning over them. “Harri, c’mon.” A whisper was all you could manage at that moment. Your own throat had grown dry and you had to suppress the mewls that threatened to leave your chest when you started to feel his cock twitching in your hands. A loud grunt got stuck in the man’s throat the moment he toppled over the edge, his length spasming in your grip as you so clearly sensed it unload under the now cool water, the temperature of the liquids contrasting against your skin when his seed landed on your hands as it sank.

Harrison’s body shuddered with each slow stroke you gave him to help him ride his orgasm, moans continued to fall from his parted lips. He swallowed, finally releasing your neck from the clasp to be able to relax back in the tub letting out a long and deep sigh of content. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed the moment he pulled away but it was for the best, you couldn’t be wishing for him to do something for you when you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

That was when it hit you, the position you were in wasn’t appropriate at all, it didn’t matter how willing you were to be his second self surely giving him manual relief was a step too far. So with overwhelming shame, you let go of him, leaning to the side to take hold of the edge of the tub, pulling yourself up to your feet in a daze. The water that dripped down from your soaked t-shirt far too noisy in your ears as they buzzed with the adrenaline that still coursed through your body, the wet fabric sticking to your skin making you self-aware that it was now see-through so you hurried to the railing stuck to the wall and grabbed one of the towels, quickly wrapping it around your waist.

Embarrassed, you started for the door, holding the doorknob ready to leave the room, “Di-dinner’s ready.” You acknowledged shyly, the tremble in your voice giving your remorse away. You frantically shuffled on your feet stepping out of the room and closing the door behind you. There was a weird feeling in the pits of your stomach, you knew you felt embarrassed of what had just happened yet, that wasn’t it, it was almost like a craving. A craving for his touch and that made the shame feel ten times worse. You marched to your room locking yourself in, forgetting about your dinner plate that was sitting on the kitchen counter, your hunger long gone. Though, despite the mortification, there was a new much problematic sort of appetite tingling deep inside you and the throbbing between your legs made it much too hard to ignore.

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[fanficparker]

✨ Celebrating Haz's Birthday in a Long Distance Relationship✨ concept + moodboard

Harrison wakes up to the doorbell buzzing early morning only to find a big cardboard box at his doorstep. No address. Nothing. But he knows it's from you.

He rubs off the sleep from his eyes, a slow smile would take across his features as he grabs a kitchen knife to open it up.

He finds a cake, some snacks, his favourite comfy sweaters & hoodies (he can't get enough of them), few books, a flower bouquet and of course a note from you. He starts reading the note: "Hey B'day boi,"

He chuckles at the name but continues reading... But wait the note's empty!

He panics for a second before turning the paper & finding a big "GO GRAB YOUR LAPTOP" written over it.

He is racing to his room but not before he grabs the cake & snacks he got from you, turning on the device.

Your video call lights up the screen (and his face) & he shoves the food aside, accepting the call.

"Hey Handsome."

He blushes at your words and then you never seem to stop talking. And damn he's smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt.

"I wish I could see you, though." He says before trying to end the call but there you are stopping him from hanging it.

"You can, actually." You say after a small pause, twisting your fingers nervously.

His eyes dilate. He blinks. Twice.

"How?" (Desperate, ain't he?)

"Look in the box, in one of those books, I got you tickets. 2 nights, 3 days... Tonight's the flight. What do you say?" You look hopeful but still nervous.

He didn't know what to say-- You have only seen each other over calls, (You'd only met each other online after finding the other attractive over a work-related zoom call, thanks to the lockdown)

"That's up to you Birthday Boy." You smile & his heart lurches.

Of course he can't say no to that.

"Find me there!" He jumps off the bed, already starting to pack.

That's your boi...

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Hehe, I wrote this in like 8 minutes lmao, but hope you like this ❤

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Reader putting mob tom or mob haz in his place in front of his men? -haz anon

Hehehe. I did Tom so now I'm doing Harrison.

[[MORE]]

"So we'll propose the merger and-" Harrison pauses as a washcloth is launched at his face. He looks up, blinking at you in the doorway, visibly angry, arms crossed over your chest,

"How many times do I have to fucking tell you not to throw bleached whites all whilly nilly before you get it through your thick fucking skull you goddamn smug bastard?" You growl. He closes his mouth, 

"Darling, I'm a little busy. This can wait." He mumbles as the array of men blink up at you in surprise that you'd so blatantly disrespect the boss. But to be fair, you were the Mrs., technically. 

"No it really can't." You grumble. Harrison clears his throat,

"Darling-"

"You can brush anyone in this room off but not me. If you plan on me continuing that family gene pool, you're gonna listen to me if it's the last thing you do, Osterfield." You warn. Some of the men are proud, snickering and laughing under their breaths. You and Harrison stare at each other for a moment before you turn and he starts forward, 

"Y/N," he meets you in the doorway, wrapping his arms around you to place his hands over your bottom, "you're gonna owe me this ass later for that outburst." You scoff, 

"In your dreams blondie. But you owe me a new dress to replace the one you ruined." You state, blinking up at him, unphased by him squishing your butt in his large hands, 

"You'll regret it." Reaching up, you pat his cheek condescendingly, 

"Sure sure boyo. Watch your back." You warn again before moving from his arms and down the hall.

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[forpeopleidontknow]

What I would give to boop Haz’s nose 😭

look at at! So boopable!

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[the-wretched-and-joyful]

Touch

Pairing: Harrison x reader

Request: yes

Prompt: “something with sleep haz”

Word count: 1K

Warning: Fluff! Also I use the word “smush” a lot cause I kinds like the word!!

A/N: this is what happens when I have an idea and no Plot. Also, this is kind of an apology fic for last night’s Angst!! Love you all…

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Sleepy Haz was a different Haz, and this was the first time you were experiencing him.

You haven’t been dating for a while, just three or so months, and this was the first time he was spending the night at your place, and boy was he acting differently.

The moment you opened the door to welcome him to your place you knew he was tired to the bone. Eyes hooded in with sleep, a tired smile gracing his lips and overall movements a little slower compared to his normal way of moving. And there was another thing different about this sleepy Haz, and that was touch.

He was touchy when he was sleepy. Nothing too serious, just small, soft touches, fingers trailing your arms as he helps you fix dinner, arms wrapping around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder as you scoop up Ice-cream into bowls to eat while watching a movie, occasionally burying his face in your neck and placing random kisses here and there. This was a nice, but different side you were just discovering, and you loved it.

By the time the end credits of the movie were rolling on the screen, you were completely enveloped by him. His arms around your waist, his legs almost wrapping up around yours, his face on your shoulders. And despite being tired, he was somehow still awake.

“Babe, baby…” you turned yourself gently in his arms to not startle him so much. He was trying so hard to stay awake but you could see he simply didn’t have it in him, “do you want to go to bed? Call it a night?” you ran your free hand through his hair, soft and smushed up because of all the cuddling.

“No, No, it’s still too early, we have to do something...” his eyes opened a little wider, looking around before stretching his limbs and getting up,  trying to look awake.

“Haz you need sleep,” you tug him down on the couch beside you, and start to run your fingers through his hair again. It was one of the surest ways to get someone to fall asleep, your mother once told you, and it almost seemed to work on him, until he let out a little whine.

“But this is the first time we were spending the night together, I wanted to do something fun,” he once again wraps his arms around you and smushes his face in your chest.

“How about we make a blanket fort, and then fill it with pillows and blankets and then we can sleep there? It will be fun right?” it was the only thing you could imagine that could be done with minimal effort. It’s not that hard to make a blanket fort, right?

Turns out it’s a lot harder to make a blanket fort especially when two sleeping weirdoes are making it. You’d be lying if you said that Harrison’s sleepiness was not rubbing off on you. His contagious yawns were affecting you, and that kind of makes the whole fort thing a little hard.

Stacking up chairs was impossible. He kept tripping over the carpet, and your sleep muddled mind couldn’t decide where to place the chairs properly. This caused the fort to fall over two times. But thankfully the third time, it held up. Once you were sure that it was not going to fall, you and Harrison set on the task of getting pillows and duvets from the cupboard.

Something about the whole enterprise suddenly seemed funny to you. So as you were fixing the pillows and blankets inside the tent, you started to giggle uncontrollably. You were just laying there and giggling to yourself when Harrison enters the fort with another pillow.

“What are you laughing at you weirdo?” he sets down the pillow beside yours and lies down on it, facing you. You were still giggling a quietly, “why are you so pretty?” he asked quietly before placing a small peck on your lips.

“But you’re pretty!” you retort before kissing him, a little deeper. He smiles at your compliment before shaking his head.

“Nope, you’re pretty!” the kiss this time was a little deeper, enough to leave you breathless.

“No, extremely sure it’s you who’s the pretty one,” you say with a little smirk, trying to get up and straddle his waist. But your misjudgment about your height while sitting and the height of the tent made things go a little sideways.

The blanket fell on you and Harrison, and a chair somewhere on the side was toppled over. Both of you laid there like that for a moment before Harrison said, “so, let’s go to bed?”

His suggestion caused you to start giggling again, right there, leaning on his chest as he kept his arms around you and laughed with you. Slowly you cleared the mess and hauled all the pillows and sheets back to your room before falling on the bed together.

“You’re really touchy-feely when your sleepy you know…” you turn to him, whispering sleepily.

“Am I?” his fingers had made their place on your waist, under your shirt. They were softly rubbing the skin there as if trying to memorize the pattern and the texture.

“Mmhmm,” you get closer to him, legs tangling with one another, face smushed against the crook of his shoulder, “Soo touchy!”

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispers before kissing the top of your head.

“No, I want you to keep doing this, even when we are 50! If we stay together till then…” you smile before kissing the underside of his chin, “go to sleep now.”

It wasn’t often Harrison planned about long term future, but right now, as he drifted off to sleep with you in his arms, he realized that he wouldn’t mind planning his life with you. In fact, if anything, he is kind of eager to see what the rest of his life with you holds.

Tagging some mutuals (hope you don’t mind!!)

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[petersasteria]

𝐤'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐳 𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

Preferences

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 2020

> Wedding    - Haz is getting married to someone else so it’s time to let him go.

> Secrets // Part 2    - Part One: The three secrets you kept from the fans.    - Part Two: The biggest secret you kept from the fans.

> Sam’s Plan // Part 2     - You find out Sam’s true agenda of why he brought you home with him.

> I Hate You    - You’re roommates with Tom and Haz and Haz hates you.

> Sweater    - You find something in Haz’s sweater.

> Leave    - A bittersweet goodbye.

> Renovate     - Dad!Haz and his son temporarily move in with you, because his house is getting renovated.

> Reunited    - In which you and Haz are reunited for his birthday.

> Still Into You // Part 2    - Your long term relationship with Haz.

>  Emotions (COMING SOON)     - He finds out you can whistle.

> Game Night (COMING SOON)    - It’s just a casual game night, right? Or is it?

> Lover (COMING SOON)    - You’re his lover and he’s sure.

> Marriage     - In which dad!Haz’s kid asks him what marriage is.

> F1    - Harrison gets jealous.

> Love You I Do    -  When the people from the Oscars found out that you could sing, you were invited to sing ‘Love You I Do’ from Dreamgirls at the Oscars for a movie musicals tribute and the song hits different because you and Harrison aren’t dating anymore. Of course, the fans are freaking out.

> Hawaii    - You and Haz want to go to Hawaii for a vacation and y’all find the resorts pricey. Harrison found a great resort with a discount. There’s a catch, though.

> No Rush    - Based on @leocoon1d​‘s advice from my 800th follower sleepover.

> I See The Light (Soulmate AU)    - Based on ‘I See The Light’ from Tangled. Requested by @justanothermarvelmaniac​ for my Disney theme.

> I’m A Ghost?!    - Halloween special x

> Support    - The boys are updated with your videos.

> Friendzone // Part 2    - Title says all.

𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 2021

> The Best Day     - Mother’s Day special. In which you and Haz get married on Mother’s Day and his daughter has a surprise for you both. (Step mom!Reader)

> Proud of You     - “If you have to choose between your lover and being Miss Universe, which would you pick and why?”

> Clandestine - NEW    - Harrison’s life after Y/N leaves him. Inspired by clandestine by @onewithnomightypowers​ 

𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀𝔼 𝕄𝕆ℕ𝔻𝔸𝕐 ℝ𝔼ℚ𝕌𝔼𝕊𝕋𝕊: 2021

> The Dress - NEW    - Prompts 11 and 12 from my 90s Prompt List.

> Slight Rivalry - NEW     - Prompts 23, 30, and 34 from my 90s Prompt List.

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

> You Again?! (COMPLETED)    - Exes who see each other again don’t always have a good result. But what if the said ex wants you back? Well if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.

> Can’t Go Back (COMPLETED)     - Harrison is getting married to a different girl and Tom isn’t happy about it.

> 168 Hours - (COMPLETED)    - In which your son’s wish comes true and it turns horrible. Now, he has to fix it in 168 hours.

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[parkerpeter24]

Hello there 😁... What about a drunk kiss with Haz? 🙈🙈 Maybe you can write about it & bless our souls with your amazing writing. 😁💖

Wait, let me get my tissue box and cry because you are so sweet 🤧💞

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“What the fuck?! It’s 3 in the morning, Harrison!” You groaned, taking the mobile away from your ear because of the blaring sound of music.

“Come on, (y/n). This is not the first time you’re doing this!” He complained.

“That does not mean that it’s my duty or something!” You raised your voice, feeling the annoyance bubble inside you. Harrison Osterfield had called you at night, at fucking 3 am, to call you to pick him up from a party because he was “too drunk to get laid”.

“Love, please! It’ll be the last time. I promise.” You shook your head, knowing how much of a last time this would be.

“Okay, give me five minutes.” You caved once again. You already knew what would happen. A dry thank you and a side hug for saving his ass.

But what did that make you to him? A good friend? A fucking chauffeur?

“Where are you?” You called Harrison again when you reached the location. Blazing lights flashed on and off from the inside of the house and had you squint your eyes to see properly as you left your car.

Red solo cups we're lifted across the front yard and you could sense that typical party smell. You felt excessively underdressed among the others.

“I’m near the pool table, where are you? You’re late!” He accused. You felt anger rise within your chest as you hung up the phone.

You saw him standing near the pool table, as casually as ever. Making your way through the sea of partiers, you went up to him and grabbed his wrist even before an expression could make its way over his features.

You dragged him out of the house, all the way to your car, finally relieved that the music was now less intensified, “How many times have I told you to wait outside for me?!” You shouted at him, having enough of this bullshit.

Harrison made a sound of disapproval, “Can you speak any louder than that? My head hurts.”

You looked unbelievably at him as he ignored you and opened the door to the passenger’s seat, already making himself comfortable and putting the seatbelt on.

You felt humiliated even though no one was there to confront what happened. You tried to calm yourself down as you walked towards the driver’s seat, slamming the door as you settled in.

The car ride was mostly silent except the sound of Harrison fidgeting with the air conditioner and the radio. You tried your best to not pay attention to him and to look forward but the next second his hand was on your thigh and you gasped loudly, hitting the break instantly and the car came to a halt with a screeching sound.

You looked over at him with wide eyes, matching his expression, but the cause of this expression was very different for the both of you. He was shocked due to the sudden movement and you were frozen in your place because his freaking hand was still resting on your thigh, gripping more firmly this time.

You sat there awkwardly as he just stared at you with an amused expression, “What the fuck was that?” You grabbed his hand and practically threw it on his lap. Starting the car, you shifted in your seat.

When you were finally at his apartment, you made your way inside and carried him to his bed and made him lie down, but he kept getting up again and again, “Oh god, you div! What is your problem?”

He squinted his eyes and poked your forehead with his index finger, “You. You are my problem (y/n).” You were fuming by now but before you could say anything he started again, “You’re always yelling at me, why would you do that? Do you not love me?”

You blushed heavily, grateful for his drunken state, then cleared your throat ignoring his question, “I think I should go.”

“No!” He whined like a kid, pulling you closer by your forearm. You sighed, shaking your head.

“This is why I’m always yelling at you! You’re always doing something stupid! I always have to come to your rescue like you’re fucking Robin and-”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me, what?!”

“Don’t make a Batman reference while we’re having a serious fight.” He said then chuckled seeing your expression go from furious to defeated in a matter of seconds.

You leaned forward though, resting your forehead on his as he studied your features and he couldn’t help but lean forward to peck your lips. He thought you would pull away, but you didn’t.

“I do love you.” You let out after a few seconds.

He smiled softly. He might not remember it all in the morning but it was the best feeling ever.

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A GAME OF DIAMONDS AND HEARTS // H.O.

>> CHAPTER FIVE

“Man is not the master of destiny but a wooden doll strung on a string.” - The Mahabharata, Vyasa

(Frenemies to Lovers! Mob AU! ) Harrison Osterfield x Fem!OC

Word count: 2.65k words

Warning: Smut* [Male masturbation, reference to past sex (mild dom/sub dynamics)], swearing, smoking.

Synopsis: After the sudden death of his uncle and the eccentric multi-millionaire mafia king Lufian Clarke, Harrison Osterfield’s almost decent life is mostly devastated especially when half of what should be rightfully his fortune is transferred to their immediate rival for reasons he doesn’t know. What’s remaining is him trying to figure out how to deal with this collaboration of two rival corporations that don’t belong together and work on the side of the woman he never knew would ever be referred to as his partner in crime while they are dragged into a mess bigger than what they were trained to handle.

A/N: hehe, i am falling for my own characters. this chapter was honestly fun to write. hope you also enjoy reading it the way i enjoyed writing it!

<< FOUR [ MASTERLIST ] SIX >>

Harrison slammed the door of his room, sliding the bolt into place. He marched straight into the bathroom, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it across the floor.

Bracing his arms on the basin, he met his own eyes in the mirror. This was the day he was eagerly waiting for all these years. The day when he would finally step out of the shadow of his uncle, the great Lufian Clarke and draw his own image in the mafia world. But...

I thought Clarke's scion would be smarter.

Even her previous words were an arrow to his heart. And her new words just managed to rub the right amount of salt over his wounds, successfully bothering him all over again.

If what she claims is true, if Clarke really had claimed half of his empire to her, all by his choice— Harrison groaned at the mere possibility, yet it managed to haunt him.

Was he not worth it? Hasn't he not proven his worth enough to the dead stubborn man? His grip on the marble top tightened as his teeth grit, accentuating the hollowness of his cheekbones.

She wasn't even the leader of her clan, just a top ranking member of a gang.

"A gang." The words sounded funny on his tongue. He chuckled bitterly, feeling the rising bile in his throat.

He turned on the faucet, bending over and splashing cold water over his flushed face. They weren't even a properly systemized Mafia syndicate but a semi-organized street gang, scattered all over the place.

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, again, he watched as the water ran down his face, wetting his white vest shirt. He discarded it, massaging his shoulders, trying to untangle the knots, rubbing across the silver chain that swung by his neck.

He shrugged off the remaining of his garments and stepped into the shower. The water battered his back, hammering against the taut muscles as he stood with his palms sticking against the cold wall, shutting his eyes, inhaling briskly.

No. It wasn't just her words that were bothering him.

It was all of her.

Right from the day he had first met her, Sandhya Omar was the physical manifestation of trouble.

Sandhya Omar was also his first failed mission.

Two years ago. That Casino in Vegas.

He slammed his fist against the wall, feeling the vibrations rippling through his muscles, advancing the pain through his bones.

How could he forget that night? How could he ever forget that smug look of hers? Oh, what he could have done to bang that smirk off her face!

Contrary, he did nothing and instead let her take control.

That night he lost against her in a stupid game of cards. That night he found himself crazy and desperate for her.

He brought his fist to his lips. Torn and tattered knuckles, fresh blood oozing out of them, washed by the water. He could taste it on his tongue.

That night he let her touch him, torture him in the most sweetest manner. That night her lips traced over every corner of his skin, burning through his flesh.

His gut churned at the memory.

She wasn't even the prettiest woman he had encountered. He also had a fair share of one-night stands with pretty women that he bet could compete with Helen of Troy... Even then, even after two years, she could still get him... crazy... desperate...

She didn't let him touch her but worshipped every inch of his body. She marked him all over his chest but never let a scratch corrode her skin. She got him over the edge multiple times not allowing his release, bouncing over his dick, her perky breasts dying to be caressed.

If those weren't torturous enough—oh, the noises she made, falling apart, pressed against his skin—

His cock twitched with fresh lust.

His right arm trailed down, long fingers closing around his girth. He drew in a ragged breath as his hand started pumping across his shaft. Long and slow rubs, right wrist twisting as his left hand pressed against the wall tighter, occasionally pushing back the wet curls the fell over his eyes.

Her image flashed in his head. Big black eyes staring at his clear blue ones. He tried to push it away. Only to lose all over again, pumping furiously against his hand, the veins in his arms protruding with the pressure he applied. The sound of his breathing was defeated by the sound of the shower along with the obscene squelching noises his cock made as it twitched, squeezed between his fingers.

Moving in and out of his grip, it turned wetter every passing second, soaked in his precum--sweat--water--or all three of them. He felt it spasm. With a low grunt, he came in his hand, slumping against the chilly tiles. He watched his seed wash down the drain as he rode through his orgasm, slowly stroking over his softening length.

How cruel was it to hate a person's guts with every drop of blood in your body, only to find yourself jerking off to them?

"Pathetic." He mumbled, out of breath.

***

Sandhya woke up covered in silk sheets over a mattress softer than (what she assumed) clouds. The morning sky had entered her space, tearing through the window shades, manifesting itself as streaks of orange-blue light.

She felt better than yesterday even though her sleep was improper and a faint soreness rested in the region below her neck and above her breasts. Her going-to-be-the-best-day-of-her-life-turning-dreadful rushed back into her memory lane.

Harrison Osterfield.

The way he gripped her last night. She could still feel the ghost of his arms pressed against her body.

In an attempt to calm down, she sat up, scrubbing a hand over her face, pushing back her hair, swallowing her anger.

She hated ruining her mood at the beginning of the day. He wasn't worth it. Also, her stomach rumbled with hunger.

She peeled the sheets from her body and walked up to the dressing mirror, glancing at her face. She hadn't even removed her makeup from the previous day. She didn't even remember falling asleep.

Studying her face, she irked at the smeared mascara that almost made her look like a raccoon. Her eyes stopped their trail and focused on the three faint scars she discovered over her slender neck.

They weren't there before.

Her brows pulled together as she moved closer to the mirror, bending over, trying to take a better look at them. Grazing a single finger across them, she could feel the slightly bumpy but fine red lines sketched over her light brown skin, resembling paper cuts. Or, perhaps, a very sharp knife.

That bastard.

A heated flush of irritation rose along her skin. The cuts weren't deep enough to hurt her in any manner, they would probably not even last a week, but they were enough to shake every bone in her body with fury.

Inheriting Clarke's wealth and power was virtuous enough. Having her own mafia, run after her life was the inherent vice. But working alongside a jerk...?

She didn't even realize she was clenching her jaw until she felt the tension rise to her forehead. Her fists were clenched too.

If anything, this agreement now felt more like a forced marriage. As if she were a princess married away to an arrogant, equally ignorant, self-righteous prince of a faraway kingdom.

Disgust lodged in the pit of her stomach, twisting into nausea. She tried to shrug off the ridiculous parallel her mind had just drawn.

She wasn't married to Harrison Osterfield. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not in a million years. Not in an eternity.

She drew in a shaky breath. Her eyes searched for the coat she had worn yesterday. Finding it lying across the foot of the bed, she picked it up, rummaging through the inside pockets, fishing out a pack of cigarettes along with a lighter.

She needed them to start her day now. Now that it was officially ruined. Breakfast could wait. She would also need to fix the way she looked. And change the clothes she was wearing especially those skin-tight jeans. She couldn't stand in them for another minute. How had she even managed to sleep in them?

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she plucked a stick from the pack, languidly pressing the yellow filter between her lips and lighting the other end with the flick of her thumb over the lighter. With a long drag, she relaxed her shoulders, throwing herself on the mattress. The grey smoke filled her lungs. Her other fist unclenched.

She sunk further down on the bed, lying on her back and squeezed her eyes shut. A drowning feeling rested in the middle of her chest as the smoke escaped through her nose and from the corner of her lips.

She took another drag.

If the past day was tough, she was well aware that the passing days will be tougher.

***

Navigating through the hallways, dimly lit with yellow electric lamps, Sandhya walked on her bare feet (the cloud like soft carpets were screaming for attention), carefully studying whatever came in her path. She had woken up a household staff, getting herself something comfortable to wear. They had a huge collection of dresses and makeup supplies for a place lacking significantly in female representation. She had tossed the dresses for a comfortable hoodie, probably the softest piece of fabric she had ever worn and a pair of shorts. She was just looking to be comfortable for now.

Anyway, she continued to walk through the space, passing through numerous corridors, now bathed and feeling fresh, but hungrier than before, desperately in search of the kitchen. She walked across a trail of doors, massive, illumined by spotlights reflecting over the giant marble columns that surrounded them. Probably more guest suites. In its Godzilla like size, the mansion's symmetry of the architecture and the attention to detail made it exquisite even for the largest of free spaces. They seemed homey. Habitable.

"Wow." Her lips formed the words. Although she knew better ways to spend money than on liabilities such as these.

Merely wondering about the electricity charges or the number of staff members it required to manage a monster like this... Her head started hurting.

She paused below a giant black-and-white portrait of Lufian Clarke, steps faltering a bit. He stood tall against the wall, his fingers pressed against the side of his head. His signature grey beard was nicely trimmed, adorning his jawline, complimenting his perfectly coiffed hair. He looked elegant. He looked undead.

No wonder he was once listed amongst the greatest film stars that ever walked on Earth before parting into the mob business. Funny (not surprising), he overthrew everyone in it too!

A spark of confidence ignited in her heart. If Clarke had chosen her to be his successor, he must have seen something in her. She could be—special.

Her gaze landed on the entrance of the library that stood merely six feet away from the portrait. Just from observing it from afar, she could tell it was at least three-storeyed.

For another day. Sandhya tried to drive away from the temptation, climbing down the spiral staircase, knowing well, she would starve if she went there.

She found herself standing in the middle of an octagonal hall ignited by the giant chandelier suspended from the gold-patterned ceiling, high enough to consume three floors in their entirety. She was here last night, just was not in the condition or mood to observe anything. And now all she could sense or see was luxury. Leather sofas with embedded remotes, wall-sized TV screens, a large dining area, wall-to-wall bookshelves creating a fortress around easy chairs and lamps along with a reception area to the left corner. It looked more like a waiting room and nothing like a waiting room at the same time.

Her eyes finally landed on the silver kitchen door. She flung it open. It resembled the cooking area of a five-star restaurant more than any household kitchen. Not that she expected otherwise. But it was vacant. Clear counters, empty utensils and not a single human being at sight.

Sandhya felt relieved upon spotting a giant double door refrigerator, and a series of racks adjacent to it, seating a larger variety of loaves of bread than she could ever name.

However, it was a disappointment that the fridge only contained jelly and peanut butter apart from being packed with uncooked ingredients that couldn't be eaten raw. Even if the butter and jelly were of the superior most quality, prepared in the same space she was standing in, by the best chefs in the whole of the country, it was still a massive disappointment.

She, nevertheless, picked up a loaf, one that didn't look too fancy, slicing it with a knife. She had barely turned the lid of the jar when a voice startled her.

"The cooks will prepare fresh breakfast in a while."

Somehow she managed to not drop the peanut butter jar, turning on her feet to take a look at the intruder. A guy wearing a crisp black suit, his hair wet, red and curly, sitting over his head. He was holding a briefcase. He seemed young and somewhat familiar.

"Harry," he introduced himself, stepping closer, stretching a hand.

"Harry Holland," he presented his full name.

The switch flipped in her head. "You and... Tom--"

He cuts her off, pulling his hand back and taking a step away, "Yeah, we are brothers."

Nodding, her vision fell back on her breakfast as she assembled a sandwich. "Any idea how long they'll take to be here?"

She took in a bite, searching him for answers. He seemed to think before he fished out his phone noting the time. "Not before seven-thirty." He slid the device back in.

"And what time is it now?"

"Uhh... Six?"

She hummed, assembling another sandwich.

There was a short silence surrounding them before he decided to break it. "I... I gotta leave." He pointed at the door.

"This early?" She questioned, face contorted in confusion.

"Just some work." He shrugged.

Sandhya studied him, her look turning sour.

"See you later, I guess?" He excused himself, breaking her stance and passing a tight-lipped smile in her direction.

"Sure." She responded nonchalantly, dropping the sandwich on the plate as he walked out.

The Holland brothers, now that she had met both of them, felt a bit peculiar to her. Probably she was overthinking or she was just being careful. She slid a small knife in her clothes, the one she managed to swipe moments before.

Noticing the big window on the other side of the kitchen, she quietly walked up to it, sliding the curtains to the side, just enough to see.

A black Mercedes coupe was standing where last night the car she was brought in stopped. Harry strode towards it, telling the driver something before sliding inside the back seat. She watched carefully as the car drove around the fountain, moving in the path lined with colourful foliage, being actively trimmed and watered by two gardeners.

She dragged the curtains back when the car left the giant mansion gates, turning on the coffee machine. She pressed her palms over the counter, realizing where she was currently living in. The house where Clarke was murdered. The house where the murderer... or murderers... were roaming free, disguised as anyone among them.

A chill crept through her spine.

Pouring the hot coffee into a mug, she decided the first course of action. She must learn about Clarke's employees and their connection with him.

And she would also need Harrison's assistance for that.

She sighed heavily, her head rolling back.

Ugh.

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[hazinhoodies]

Smoked Out

Firefighter!Harrison x Reader

Warnings: There's a fire and a weak attempt at titling. otherwise none

A/N: Uh yeah here's this it might be kinda boring but dead heat was getting notes again so here's a third firefighter fic

Word count: 4.2k

Quack! Quack! Quack!

Harrison’s alarm stirs you awake. He never used the default alarm, something about the default alarm being too jarring, though any alarm is supposed to be annoying, isn’t that the point of an alarm? You’d never bothered to question his logic. You tap him with the hand that was on his chest. He rarely woke up to his alarm but it woke you up so you’d gotten used to the routine of waking him up since moving in together. It was always the same every morning. You’d wake up and, in your semi-conscious state, attempt to shake him awake. He’d groan, squeeze his arms tighter around you, and mutter something along the lines of ‘five more minutes’. You’d have to persist in waking him up despite how much you wanted to stay wrapped up in his arms. Where you were warm. Where you knew he was safe.

But it’s four a.m. and duty calls.

Eventually, Harrison rolls over and turns off the alarm, taking his arms away from around you and letting the cool air send goosebumps across your skin.

You were awake now, as Harrison ran through his morning routine, so you’d start your own. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you pulled Harrison’s shirt tighter around you in an attempt to stay warm. Harrison hopped in the shower while you started coffee for him and a tea for you. By the time he was out and dressed the coffee was ready and your tea was half gone.

You leaned against the counter, holding your mug with both hands while Harrison poured his coffee for himself. He leaned against the opposing counter. There was a comfortable silence between you two, Harrison was lost in his thoughts, his gaze locked on some random cupboard while you did something similar.

You always got nervous before his twenty four hour shifts. They scared you, there was so much time for everything to go wrong.

Harrison snapped out of his thoughts, finally realizing that he’d been staring at a cupboard for the past ten minutes. He leaned further against the counter and kicked the side of your leg gently, really just bumping it and pulling you out of your thoughts. Even once you’d looked up he continued to do so.

“What?” You spoke quietly, your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Nothin’. Just love you” Harrison continued to tap your calf rhythmically.

“Oh, so you kick me?” You reply in mock offence, holding back a chuckle.

“Yep,” Harrison pops the ‘p’.

“That’s not nice”

“ ‘S a shame” You could see a small smile pulling at his lips. You start to do the same thing to him and it pulls a laugh out of the both of you. Eventually, he stops, grin still plastered on his face. He stands up straight and places his mug behind you before taking your own and doing the same. His hands fall to your waist.

“You took my tea” You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers finding their place in his hair.

“It was empty anyway, love” He leans down and presses his lips softly to yours and pulls away a couple of seconds later.

“I’m so proud of you”, You say after a moment of silence between the two of you, your hands still fiddling with the curls at the back of his neck.

“Why’s that?” Harrison responds and you can’t help but roll your eyes. He definitely knows, but you'll indulge him.

“You’ve worked so hard for this promotion and you finally got it”

“Yeah this week has really been the best week of my life,” Harrison starts, “Finally got promoted to Lieutenant, got the girl of my dreams to say she’ll marry me,” He says the last half against your lips, kissing them once he’d finished talking.

“She must be lucky”

“If I didn’t have to leave for work I would tell her every reason I love her” You can’t help but smile as he kisses your hairline, “But then I’d be spoiling part of my vows” He whispers the last part and you roll your eyes at him, the same smile still on your lips.

“Stay safe today, please” Your left-hand falls from his hair, tracing down his neck then over his shoulder that’s covered by his dark blue station t-shirt. It continues down his bicep, forearm, until finally, it reaches his hand. Your hand and his both grab for each other.

“I always am” He whispers back to you, his hand squeezing your own.

“I know. Doesn’t mean I don’t worry. I already almost lost you once, I can’t imagine what’d happen if I actually did” The last sentence was mumbled. You worried that if you talked about him dying, then he actually would. That’s the last thing you wanted.

You had never been sure how he made it out of that accident alive. Persistence you supposed, only those who want to live, do. How the fuck does someone survive a tree going into their chest? The doctors had told you that had it been only a few centimetres over, it would have scraped his heart.

You had never believed in miracles until then.

“I’ll be safe. I’ll come back to you tomorrow, I promise” You pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips barely brushing the skin before Harrison rested his chin on the top of your head, mumbling a small ‘I love you’ into your hair.

He pulled away to go and get his coat while you placed the mugs into the sink, they were a problem for later. You headed back towards the bedroom, knowing you’d meet Harrison halfway as he was about to leave.

“I love you, I’ll see you when I come home,” Harrison says as his left arm winds around your waist, his right holding his coat. You leaned up as he leaned down and your lips pressed together. This was in no way a goodbye kiss. It was an ‘I’ll see you later’ kiss. A ‘come home to me’ kiss. A ‘You’ve got to come home’ kiss. An “I’ll always come back to you” kiss

“I love you, too, lieutenant” You replied with a wink when you pulled away. Like he always did, Harrison leaned down a pressed one last kiss to your lips, this one much shorter than the first, and flashed you a smile as he opened the door. And you, like always, kept the door open and waved once he got in the elevator. You only shut the door once the elevator door shut down the hall.

Now, on schedule, you fell back asleep alone. It was 4:46 am, only a couple minutes difference from previous days, though the times never differed by much. Crawling into bed, you switched your pillow with Haz’s, something you did on days where you had a gut feeling something was going to go wrong, though it never did. You pulled the duvet over your shoulder and up to your chin before letting yourself lull back to sleep.

Harrison’s morning was boring. He and a couple of other trucks had to go out of the city a bit to where a tanker truck had rolled, they were mostly there to supervise in case any gas started leaking from it or if anything happened suddenly. He was there for a couple of hours before getting called back to the station. That morning and afternoon he had a school presentation on fire safety. Quite honestly, Harrison loved the school presentations. Especially with Tom by his side for them. He was pretty sure that the kids got a sense of how close Tom and Harrison were, so that made the presentation just that much more fun for them. The kids were adorable, they were so amazed by everything that they did. Even if he got the same types of questions every time he never hesitated to answer them. He always told the same story of the skyscraper as his coolest fire story. Yes, he’s gotten a cat out of a tree. Yes, it was scary at first. Yes, it’s a lot of hard work. The kids got some time to take photos with the fire truck and then that was the end of it.

Harrison got some time to relax and work out when he got back to the station around four that day. He’d been away from you all day and that on its own was exhausting for him. Not that he hadn’t been texting you all day. He told you about the cutest kid at each school, as he always did. They made his heart melt.

After a quick workout and a shower, he decided it was nap time. You take every chance you can get to sleep on this kind of job. When he woke up he’d do some station organization and maybe see how the new rookies are doing, another Lieutenant is with them at the moment, probably running drills, Harrison would worry about that later.

Your morning was okay. You woke up around ten and did some chores for the most part. Starting with cleaning up the scattered clothes around your room from the aftermath of your date last night. You placed Harrison’s suit jacket on the end of the bed, the previously crisp white button-down on top of it, and then your dress, navy blue to match his suit, on top of that. You’d have to get them dry cleaned later.

You moved into dishes after tossing in a load of laundry. You turned on the water and poured some soap onto your sponge and into the water before picking up your mug from earlier. It wasn’t until you saw a small glint on your hand that you paused your washing. Placing everything down on the counter, you dried off the minimal amount of water on your hands and carefully twisted the silver ring off of your finger.

You admire the diamond on it while wondering how you’d forgotten about it so quickly. It just felt natural to have it on. The ring was perfect for you, really. Harrison had said that he told Joshua Kane what he thought you’d like and JK had taken it from there. God, you loved this man. A simple round diamond sat on top of intricately shaped silver, the metal strands cross over each other and then again before coming together into a single band that wraps around your finger. You dry off the ring and place it on the counter. You’d put it back on when you finished the dishes.

The rest of the day continued fairly normally. You took a nap expecting to be woken up by the timer you’d set for laundry, instead woken by an excitable Monty wanting a walk. So you do. You took out the final load of laundry and fold it before you take him out for a walk. In the meantime, you drop off your dress and Harrison’s suit to be dry cleaned. You grabbed a quick coffee and lunch and then took Monty into the country to let him run around and exert all his energy.

When you got back, it was around dinner so you ate leftovers from your date with Harrison the night before and called your mum. Afterwards watching some random, mildly entertaining show on Netflix while giving some much-needed attention to Monty.

Harrison called you and the two of you recounted your days, really nothing interesting on either part. He told you about some of the kids from the school. They had opened up the trucks for them and let them look around and ask as many questions as they’d like. Two of the kids had even asked to put on Tom and Harrison’s helmets and jackets. The heavy coats went past the nine-year-olds feet and dragged on the floor. One of the teachers had snapped a photo of the two boys with Harrison and Tom squatted down next to them.

You smiled at Harrison’s enthusiasm, you knew he loved it when he got to work with the kids, and you loved hearing the stories and just how happy he got about them. The way his eyes lit up and his smile filled his face, even if you weren’t there to see it, you could hear it in his tone. You fell in love with him even more than you thought was possible.

People told you that it was impossible to start a family with firefighters. That there just wasn’t time, but you’re sure somehow you’d make it work if you and Harrison decided to.

By the time you hung up, it was nearly half-past nine. Harrison had to leave for a call and you figured that Monty needed another walk, a short one, before you’d head to bed. You returned an hour later from what was supposed to be a short walk with an exhausted Monty and you certainly weren’t going to turn down the opportunity to sleep now. Within twenty minutes you were asleep.

The night was dry, there were a couple calls but none that Harrison had to go one. He took this opportunity to nap quickly, half an hour, any more and he won’t be fully awake if there is a call. He knows better than to make that mistake again. When he gets up, a couple of people are still asleep on the bunks around him, Tom being one of them and a couple of rookies; Thompson, Grant, and Cai. He doesn’t bother them, instead, going to spend time doing something useful and go for a run on one of the station treadmill.

He’s not sure how long it’s been, it’s nearly 230 am, nearing the end of his shift, when the alarm rings through the station. Listening to the P.A. call that follows after, he realizes that it’s everyone that has to go. Harrison turns off the treadmill and wipes his forehead. As he jogs over to the truck to get in gear, it occurs to him that the address being said isn’t even in his stations’ covered area.

In fact, it’s his address that’s being blasted over the P.A.

Tom looks at him as he pulls the suspenders over his shoulders. Concern was written all over his face. Harrison knows what he’s asking. He’s asking about you. Harrison shoots back an expression that he hopes Tom reads as not sure, I hope not. Toms face relaxes as he continues to put on his boots and jacket but truthfully he prays that you were okay. You were a good friend of his too and he could hardly imagine Harrison’s devastation if anything happened to you.

Once Harrison was settled in the passenger seat of the truck, he dug into the pocket of his pants for his phone, sending you a text asking if you were okay. He kept his phone in his hand, waiting for it to vibrate and let him know that you were okay. When he got to the building, he could see heavy smoke coming out of the windows on the right side of the building on multiple floors. He immediately looked towards where he knew his apartment was, where he knew the bedroom window was, where you were possibly sleeping, and there’s no smoke coming out of it. Yet. The floor below is going strong but he wasn’t told to go to your floor, he’s told to go up higher, he’s better at preserving oxygen than a lot of the people on his shift, making him ideal for eleventh and twelfth floor, the top floors of the building.

Harrison looks for you in the group of people on the sidewalk across the street but he doesn’t spot you anywhere. He knows that he’d recognize the pink pyjama bottoms you always wore but there was nothing that vibrant in the crowd.

“Someone will bring her down, mate. She’ll be alright” Tom reassures with a firm hand on his shoulder. Harrison nods and looks towards Tom as he pulls the mask up and the visor down. Giving him one final nod before they run into the building and up the stairs to their floors. Harrison finds his floor almost entirely vacant except for one teenager who had been knocking on doors to make sure everyone was out and one dog. He thanks the boy for his help, instructing him to pull his shirt over his nose while they head back down the stairs. Meanwhile, he carries the small yorkie in one arm, the other helping guide the boy down to the main floor where more ambulances have gathered. He hands the dog off to another firefighter that he doesn’t recognize to find an owner.

The second floor Harrison has to cover is entirely empty, no one left. Even as he checks every room of every apartment he finds it empty. No pets, no one sleeping. Empty. He’s thankful and hopes that other floors are like that. Back down out in front of the building, Harrison pulls his mask down to speak better and save oxygen. He lets the captain know that the floors are cleared as others do the same about their floors. Toms next to him as both of them scan the crowd of people for you or Monty. Surely you would’ve ran to find him by now. The unsettling feeling inside his stomach only increases when his ears tune into something going on next to him.

“Sixth floor cleared captain” Thompson announces from next to him.

“Are you sure?” Harrison asks frantically to a confused Thompson, who only nods. “You checked every single apartment?”

“Yeah” Thompson draws out. Tom continues to search the crowd, no luck.

“You went into every apartment and checked every room to make sure everyone was out?” Thompson nods.

“Well” he starts, Harrison can already feel his blood boiling before he finishes the statement. “I did at first and then there was nothing turning up so I just banged on the doors, opened them up and shouted real loud to save time”

“So then the floors not fucking clear, is it?” Harrisons shouting now, nothing can explain how enraged he is, “That’s not even a rookie mistake, that’s just idiocy. Why the fuck would you do that?” He punctuates his question by pushing Thompson by the shoulders, causing him to take a few steps back. Harrison will feel guilty about it later, he’ll apologize when that happens but for now, he’s too busy pulling the mask up and adjusting his helmet as he runs back into the building, Tom in close tow behind him.

You woke up to the fire alarm ringing in the hallway. You hopped out of bed to see smoke filling up the room through the bottom of the door. You get down and crawl over to the door and feel the knob with the back of your hand which burns as soon as you touch it. Carefully you back away from the door and sit in the opposite corner of the room. Monty comes at sits with his head rested in your lap, nose digging into your hip. You pull a blanket off of your bed and over your nose, adjusting it so that it sits over all of Monty. You sit there for a little longer, you’re not quite sure how long, it could have been thirty minutes for all you know. You hear someone bang on the door and shout, you try to shout back, make a noise, anything, but all that comes out is a squeak and then a cough. You hear the door slam shut and tilt your head back against the wall. You spend the next probably twenty minutes but what feels like forever sitting there, focusing on your breathing, trying to keep it shallow and slow, while petting Monty to try and keep him and yourself calm.

“Y/n?” You hear a shout, instantly recognizing it to be Harrison and you try to shout back, keeping your eyes closed so the smoke doesn’t hurt them too much. The door swings open, banging against the wall, followed by heavy footsteps towards you. “Y/n” he repeats, calmer this time. You open your eyes and despite the burning the smoke causes, you’re met with blue eyes, ones that you know oh so well. It makes you breathe easier. For just a second before the smoke makes you close your eyes again you think that you saw tears.

“I’m gonna carry you down okay? Just wrap your arms around my neck and let me do the rest.” You nod and Harrison takes this as his cue to get you out.

Harrison takes a deep breath and holds it as he takes off his oxygen mask, giving it to you instead. He slowly lets out small puffs of air in spaced out intervals, trying to preserve his air as long as possible. He puts one arm under your knees and the other around your back while your arms go around his neck like he said. He starts to lift you up when you let out a singular word in a breathy voice.

“Monty”

“I’ll get him,” Tom pipes up and lifts Monty up effortlessly, following Harrison out of the building.

Once he’s far enough away from the building and behind the trucks he sets you down carefully, immediately wrapping his arms around you. You reciprocate, pulling him tighter to you momentarily until you pull off the mask. Harrison’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he looks at you. He takes off his helmet, throwing it to the floor so that he can lean in and press his lips against yours. Over and over and over again just wanting to feel you close to him. Relish in the feeling of having you in his arms.

“I was so worried about you” Harrison lets out through a choked sob. They were definitely tears and now they run down his cheeks, making evident trails down his face.

“‘M okay, Haz. Right here, Harrison, right here.” You reassure as he pulls you back into a hug, resting his chin on your head and placing soft kisses into your hair, ignoring the overwhelming smell of smoke that will likely take you days to get off.

A paramedic taps you on your shoulder and directs you over to her ambulance where you sit while she checks you over for any burns, nursing the burn on the back of your hand while Harrison and Tom go back in again to put out the fire. Once it’s out Harrison immediately walks over to the ambulance you’re at as the paramedic wraps your hand.

“Hey, lieutenant,” You say, removing the mask momentarily to speak. Harrison pushes it back against your face, a cute grin on his lips.

“Put the mask back on. Don’t be like me” He chuckles and you do too as he hops up on the back of the ambulance with you, starting to take off his jacket. You can’t help but watch his arms as he pulls off the jacket, letting it fall behind him. The paramedic takes your mask from you, hanging it up and handing Harrison a different line. Before placing it over his face he leans over and whispers in your ear.

“Only the paramedic that I have a crush on gets to take off my jacket for me” You shake your head at him, the reference to when you had first asked him out made you smile. The stupid grin on your lips never faded as the paramedic checks over him, finding nothing. After a few minute,s she hangs up the oxygen mask and signals for the two of you to hop out.

“Thank you” You mumble, pulling Harrison into a hug before he can even get his jacket on. He doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you.

“For what?”

“Saving me”

“I shouldn’t have had to. If he’d only done his job-”

“Harrison it’s okay. You can deal with him later. For now can we go somewhere to stay for the rest of the night?” You press a hand against his cheek and Harrison leans into your touch. He relishes in the warmth that your hand provides for a moment before nodding.

“My spare bedroom is free for you guys if you’d like” Tom pipes up from a little bit away from you two, giving the two of you space while he pets and plays with Monty, keeping him occupied while you and Harrison reunite.

“We should probably stop back at the station first, finish the report and grab our stuff but then we’ll be on our way over. Can you take Monty over and we’ll meet you there after?” You nod and Harrison gives you a small peck before you squat done to call Monty over to you. Monty runs up and nearly knock you over as he jumps up onto you, licking your face and neck. Harrison and Tom are soon called away and Tom shouts back where the spare key is as they head back to the trucks.

And only a few minutes after you’d gotten settled into bed in Tom’s spare bedroom,  familiar arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest and pressing kisses into your hair as the strange and comforting faint scent of smoke mixing with cologne and shampoo engulfs you as well. You turn around in his arms and press your lips against his.

A “you came back” kiss.

He’ll always come back to you.

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[pixiemunsons]

tom holland smut alphabet

thank you for all your kind words! the next one up will be the harry ‘daddy’ blurb, then sam and haz’s alphabets with a new one hundred years chapter in there somewhere. hope you all enjoy!!

a = aftercare (how they are after sex)

very sweet and cuddly. i feel like he needs the physical contact as much as you do, so he just holds you and nuzzles into your neck and murmurs sweet nothings to you

b = body part (their favorite body part on them and you)

on himself- his arms. he’s worked really hard on them, and he loves them for a lot of reasons. he loves how you dig your nails into them, how they look pinning you down, how they look when he has them either side of your head. he also loves when you press tender kisses to them, and how they look slung around your waist when you sleep.

on you- your lips. he loves them all over him; on the tips of his fingers, on his neck, on his lips, on his cock. he would happily lie there for hours and just let you kiss him all over

c = cum

he loves seeing and feeling you cum. on his fingers, tongue or cock, it doesn’t matter. he loves how your whole body tenses, the look on your face, how shy you look afterwards. he just wants to make you cum all the time.

d = dirty secret

he would never tell you this because he would never want to pressure you into doing something you might find weird unless you brought it up first but i think tom would love to try role-plays with you. nurse and patient, cop and robber, even spider-man and mj. i think he’d love it

e = experience (how experienced are they)

i mean he’s like twenty-three so probably very. he’s a good-looking man, so i imagine that he has slept with a decent amount of people and is therefore pretty skilled in the bedroom. not that you’d be complaining, of course. you’re the one benefiting, after all

f = favourite position

my mans would definitely love a girl on top and i don’t care what anyone says. regular or reverse cowgirl, he would just love watching you enjoy yourself as much as possible, and if the best way to get you off is also the angle he loves seeing you at best, that’s just a bonus

g = good (are they good in bed)

i think he’d be very good in bed. like multiple-orgasms, screaming-pleasure kinda good in bed

h = hair (how well groomed are they)

i feel like with how well he looks after the rest of his body, that would be the same. very well-groomed, keeps everything trimmed, 10/10 would fuck again

i = intimacy (how intimate sex is with them)

very. i feel like he would enjoy closeness and whispered affection during sex, because he likes to remind you that he’s having sex with you because he loves you and he finds you very beautiful and he would like to vocalise this a lot

j = jack off (masturbation)

harry would probably send videos, harrison is a face-timer and tom sends photos. i don’t think it’d be standard dick photos, though. i’m talking shots of his hand moving over his erection, still covered by his boxers. pictures of him slowly peeling them down. his hand gripping himself, then more photos of his hand moving. finally, pictures of his cum spilt over his stomach with the caption ‘wish you were here’

k = kinks

i don’t think tom is submissive at all usually. however, i do think that if he came back from a really hard shoot, a busy press tour or a long flight, he’d just want you to take control. not in an overly dominant way, he’d just want you to rub his back and ride him slow and press kisses to his chest and run your hands through his hair, calming him down

l = location

you and tom would be absolute masters at quickies and sneaky sex with his busy schedule, so usually you can be found in a toilet cubicle, dressing room or trailer of some description fitting in five minutes with each other

m = motivation (what turns them on)

i think confidence is something that tom would love. if you knew you looked good and weren’t afraid to show it, he’d love that. to a degree i can imagine tom being almost reluctantly turned on by you making him jealous. sure, he hates seeing you rub knots in harrison’s shoulder or you and sam holding on just a little too long after a hug, but it would make him want to fuck you more than anything else

n = no (something they’d never do)

anything that might hurt you. sure, spanking and light choking is one thing, but anything that might leave bruises or make you bleed would be an absolute no for him, no matter how much you begged and pleaded

o = oral (preferences in giving or receiving)

he would love going down on you and making you feel good. he’d love the way you tugged on his hair, begged for his tongue, the way you moaned his name. but more than anything, he’d love the way your mouth felt on him. it was like being in heaven every single time, and he’d always let you know that

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

tom’s a sensual and slow kinda guy. maybe when he’s a bit more jealous, worked up or just needs a fuck he might be more rough, but sex is more about intimacy for him when it comes to you. he’d rather be able to whisper sweet nothings and press sweet kisses all over you than go fast and hard

q = quickie

you two have to get really good at quickies due to the nature of tom’s work and, well, as they say, practise makes perfect. he would have you anywhere and everywhere that he can, and the two of you only need five minutes to get each other off before you’re coming out, flushed and grinning

r = risk

risk comes with the territory when you’re having quickies, and on top of that tom’s always surrounded by people. i think sleeping together would always be risky and fun, and you guys would keep it exciting

s = stamina

because you guys have to have quickies frequently, when you do have alone time tom can go forever, spending time appreciating every part of you for as long as you both want- occasionally all night long

t = toy

he would LOVE to use toys on you. as well as the ones you owned before you two met, he would add to the collection with things he saw that he wanted to try on you. if he was walking past an adult shop in europe or found a website when internet surfing and saw something that he liked the look of, he’d buy it and try it out on you the next time he saw you

u = unfair

tom seems like the sort of person who might be into punishing you for things you say. if he had been working you up all day, getting you ready for him, and you were at the point of begging. he’d refuse to touch you, letting you get all pouty, whining about how unfair he was. he’d look at you with a gleam in his eye; ‘oh darling, you don’t even know the meaning of unfair yet.’

v = volume

i feel like tom’s more of a talker than a moaner. he might not make a lot of noises, but he loves praising you and telling you how good you feel wrapped around him and the things he wants to do to you

w = wild card (random head canon)

tom’s into cheesy holiday sex and no one can tell me any different. at easter, he has you dressed up with a little tail and calls you his bunny. birthdays, you guys eat cake and whipped cream off each other, and he definitely hums ‘happy birthday’ while he’s going down on you. his favourite? christmas. you cook his wonderful food, he gets to see all the people he loves the most and then, at night time, he makes you wear a santa hat and nothing else. tom holland is a slut for holiday sex and no one can tell me differently

x = x-ray (what’s going on in those pants)

just like harry, tom has BDE and i think we’re looking at somewhere between six and a half to seven and a half inches. he’s so built everywhere else, i can’t see him being anything but nice and thick there too

y = yearning (how high is his sex drive)

his sex drive would probably decrease a little as he got older and you guys were together longer, but you would still definitely have sex a few times a week while he’s home. while he’s filming, it definitely increases, as being away from you for extended periods does nothing but make him want you more

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

tom seems like the sort of person who would either fall asleep straight away or five hours later, no inbetween. it would be so annoying too, because you cant tell which is worse; having him wake you up constantly tossing and turning as he tries to get to sleep, or not having anyone to talk to when you’re wide awake and he’s passed out, snoring loudly

bonus: sometimes you guys get started and you’re both way too giggly to get going properly and he loses his boner because of it, which you both find more funny and manage to ruin the mood because of

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[mrs-hollandstan]

Can we get some soft babymaking sex with haz (and maybe he had a breeding kink, too) -haz anon

Oof, yes.

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You really loved when Haz didn't TRY to look good. His hair wasn't styled, he wasn't wearing some designer look punctuated with rings. Well... unless it was his wedding ring. You loved that one. Those days where he didn't try were the easiest to convince yourself it was time to try for a baby. Approaching him as he sat on the couch flipping through the latest GQ magazine with Tom's pictures that his best friend had sent to him, he looks up when you're standing before him, smiling and setting the magazine aside to let you slide into his lap,

"Hi." He mumbles. Leaning in, you kiss him softly, 

"Hi." He chuckles, 

"Did you need something?" He asks. You smile, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair, humming, 

"I was just thinking... we should try for a baby." You say, running your finger over his chest. He smiles up at you, sliding his hands up your sides,

"Oh yeah?" It’s scary how the male body works. As if on cue, the mere thought of you taking him as deep as you can and taking his load inside of you springs his boner and if it had a sound effect it would be the wood springing up sound effect. You giggle and nod, pressing yourself back against it, 

"Yeah. I like the way you look and I want a little boy." You inform. He chuckles, reaching out to toss the magazine he'd been skimming through onto the floor and laying you back on the couch beneath you. He strips you both in no time, stroking himself to watch his tip leak precum. He hums, leaning over you and spreading your legs, 

"So fucking perfect. I'm gonna fill you up so good it'll be inevitable you get pregnant." He says. You giggle, letting him run his tip between your folds. When he glances up, you give him one single nod before he slides in, the both of you gasping and moaning at the feeling of him bare inside you for the first time. You talked about having sex without a condom just before he proposed, but the idea never came to fruition with all the wedding planning until this moment. He hums as he settles, glancing down to see the base of his cock nearly touching your clit. He licks his lips, 

"I change my mind." He mutters. You squeal as he lifts you, sitting in his previously occupied seat with you in his lap. You hold his neck, clicking your tongue, 

"Gonna make me work for it Mr. Osterfield?" You tease. He chuckles, nodding,

"Obviously Mrs. Osterfield. You want a baby you gotta work for it." He purrs, rubbing up your sides with a glint in those baby blues. You smile before starting to roll your hips back against him softly. He hums, letting you thread your fingers through his hair as you ride him with intent. You lean back to rest on his thighs, Harrison admiring your body as you bounce on top of him. You both moan, Harrison holding your hips, eyes locked with yours as you both pant and you work to get you both to orgasm. Your head tips back,

“Fuck that’s so good.” You mumble, one of your hands drifting between your thighs to strum your clit. You whimper, squeezing his knee in your free hand, 

“Fuck Harrison…” You mumble. He nods,

“I know baby, I know… almost there.” He mutters gruffly, squeezing your hip. You lean back in, draping your free arm over his shoulder and pressing your forehead to it,

“God that’s good. Fuck, harder baby.” He says, hissing as you dig your teeth into his shoulder, working back against him harder like he’d asked. He raises his hips up to meet yours, listening to you squeak as he fills you to the hilt. You both grunt and groan, your high building and peaking, and soon, tumbling over the edge with a cry,

“Aah fuck!” You squeal as you cum, letting Harrison lay you on your back again, forcing his hips against yours again and again as he chases his own high. He knows what you want when you lift your arms, leaning in to kiss your lips softly and hiss again as you rake your nails across his shoulders,

“Fuck Harrison… cum inside me. I wanna have your baby.” You gasp out. Harrison’s hips stutter for a moment, a growl leaving your lips before he picks up pace again,

“Want to be all big with my little one darling? Make me a daddy?” He asks. You nod, holding his biceps tight in your hands,

“Yes, fuck yes.” 

“Gonna look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. Can’t wait to see my sweet thing with a pregnant belly. God, I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you baby.” He pants into the skin of your neck, hips stuttering again as he finally lets go, cumming deep within you. He grunts, letting you hold his body on top of yours,

“Holy fuck… that was good.” You say, trying to catch your breath. Harrison sits up a little, glancing down to where he’s still nestled inside of you,

“How… upset would you be if I said I kinda hoped you didn’t get pregnant the first time just so I could do that again?” He asks. You giggle,

“Not very. That shit was hot sweet boy.” You tell him, reaching up to caress his cheek. He leans in to kiss the hill of your thumb,

“Very much so. God damn… think I came just thinking about you with a bigger belly.” He admits. You laugh, 

“Yeah, I felt you twitch you kinky little fucker.” You admit, sharing a laugh with your husband before he leans in to kiss you,

“I’ll get you that little one.” He promises softly. You nod with a smile,

“I’m countin on it love.” 

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[the-wretched-and-joyful]

Four Words, One Question

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Requested: No

Warning: Mild Cursing (Maybe)

Summary: Sometimes asking a simple question takes a lot of courage.

A/N: This was published way back in 2018 on my old blog bringmethehorizonandpizza. Hope you like it.

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"Do you have to go?"

This was the question Haz had asked for the last two weeks. And for the last two weeks you had answered that yes, you had to.

"Babe, my sister is getting married, I have to go, you know that." You say, packing the last minute essentials. He looks at you with sad eyes. He would've come with you, but he had an audition, and three events coming up he couldn't miss.

"But, you guys have loads of cousins." He tries to reason, finally resorting to the lethal method of wrapping his arms around your waist, and burying his face in your hair. "They can help her with everything. Why do they have to take you away from me for three whole weeks? Also, what sort of wedding takes three weeks to arrange?" he knew he was sounding pathetic and desperate, but he couldn't help it, he hated being away from you.

You laugh a little, "Baby the wedding does not take three weeks, but we have to arrange a lot of things." Guessing what he was about to say next, "And no, my mum insists on the entire family pitching in to arrange the wedding. There's no way she'll leave it to an event manager to organize her daughter's wedding." Your mother was a traditionalist at heart who wanted the wedding of her eldest daughter to be organized by her family. Which meant you had to go back home for around three weeks.

"Well in that case when we get married, we are eloping, we'll just go to court and get married, and bother about traditional ceremony later." He mumbles, moving his face from your hair to your neck.

Your heart stopped beating for a second at the mention of wedding, because you guys have never really talked about anything like this. But the fact that he is giving this a little thought made you feel all sorts of butterfly in your stomach.

Soon enough it was time for you to leave. Even though you were coming back in three weeks, Haz acted like you were leaving him forever. Before going through security he tried for the last time to stop you.

"We won't even be able to talk to each other, you'll be too busy with wedding stuff, you'll probably forget me." He pouts at you hoping you'll stay.

You smile softly, "Bub, I'll never ever forget you. And we will talk every night, I promise." You give him a final kiss before going through the security and boarding the flight.

The three weeks you were away, were nothing short of hell for Harrison. Your shared apartment seemed too empty; the TV show you guys were watching together didn't seem interesting anymore. The books on your side of the night stand seemed lonely that no one was reading them. you guys talked for hours every night. But he missed you so fucking much. He missed you scooting closer to him when you guys got into bed because you were always cold; he missed your impromptu hugs. He missed you randomly asking for hugs, missed the way you helped him pick out his outfit and he helped you. He missed how you always stated talking about random stuff. He missed the cuddles and waking up next to you, and the tickle fights. In brief he missed you a whole bunch.

Even though there was a lot of things to do for the wedding, too many relatives to catch up with, a hundred and one things to do, your mind will always wander back to him. The hustle and bustle of the house made you miss the quiet days you'd have with Haz, only you and him. You missed his laugh when you'd poke him on his sides. You missed how he always warmed you up. He gave the best cuddles, and he always hugged you tightly whenever you asked him. You missed how he would always ask you what you were reading and if he could read with you, and then will pull you onto his lap and you guys would read together. Not to mention, you always thought about his mention of marriage, and wondered whether he actually meant it or was is a passing comment. But at the end of the day you knew that you love your sister, and you love your family, but if you had the chance to fly back to London to be with Haz right now, you'd do it in a heartbeat.

The three weeks of separation finally over, Harrison waited eagerly to receive you at the airport. As soon as he spotted you, his face broke into a smile that only made your heart beat faster.

He pulled you into a tight hug as soon as you were within his reach and started kissing you all over your face, making you giggle. Suddenly he stopped and held your face between his hands, and looked you deep into your eyes, "I missed you so fucking much, never leave again." He says before pulling you into a deep kiss that left you breathless.

After getting back to the apartment, you take a shower and change into your pyjamas, wanting nothing but to take a nap. But coming out of the bathroom, you find a very nervous Harrison standing in the middle of the bedroom.

"Haz, what are you doing?"

"Oh, hey!" he looked at you nervously. "Listen, uh, we need to talk." Hearing these three words were enough for you to get anxious. For you, these words never lead to anything good.

"What is it?" you ask carefully, praying to the gods that he was not about to break up with you.

"Well, I, uh..." he seemed a little lost for words. "uh, shit, sorry, it's just, these past three weeks I've thought about it a lot, and, uh, I was going to ask you this tonight during dinner, but," he takes something out of his pocket, something that looks suspiciously like a box for engagement ring. He starts going down on one knee, but you stop him.

"Are you going to ask me what I think you are going to ask me?"

"Will you marry me?" he asks simply, without any flourish, or extra words of endearment. Just the simple four word question was enough to make you laugh and cry at the same time.

"Yes, a thousand times yes" you pull him upright by hand and kiss him, a kiss filled with all the love you have for him. You couldn't believe it was happening, you were going to marry the boy you love, it made you so happy, that it hurts.

"And we are not going to bother with the traditional stuff, I just want you to be mine and that's it." He says pulling away from the kiss.

Still not over the initial shock, you smile, "baby, you'll have to fight my mother on that I believe. But I don't care. I just want you to be mine." You kiss him again and then some more. You knew that your mom and his mom as well, would want to make it a proper wedding, but right now all you wanted to do was to kiss the boy; after all, there were three weeks worth of kisses to catch up to.  

#Harrison osterfield #haz osterfield #harrison osterfield imagines #haz osterfield imagines #harrison osterfield one shots #haz osterfield one shots #harrison osterfield x reader #haz osterfield x reader #harrison osterfield fanfic #haz osterfield fanfic #Anya Writes #lost aesthetic

[petersasteria]

168 Hours - Haz Osterfield (15)

Pairing: Haz x Reader

Haz Osterfield Masterlist ||  Ultimate Masterlist || 168 Hours Masterlist

DISCLAIMER:  *This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.*

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which your son’s wish comes true and it turns horrible. Now, he has to fix it in 168 hours.

Special thanks to: @blueleatherbag​ and @croissantwriting​ for being so helpful

Congrats on guessing it right, @hollands-weasley​! Have fun thinking of a plot for my next soc med au x

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 stays quiet and Tom's smirk grew wider when no one said a thing. 

"I object." Y/N says. Everyone gasps and Tom's jaw drops. Bradley's eyes widen in shock and pats Tom's back, a subtle way of letting him know that he's there for him. Amadis smiles to himself and says a silent 'thank you' to God.

"Wha-Why?!" Tom asks with confusion written all over his face.

Y/N takes a deep breath and looks in Tom's eyes. Those brown eyes she once loved are now replaced with blue eyes owned by the new man she loves.

"You're just having cold feet, love." Tom desperately tries to change Y/N's mind.

"I'm so sorry, Tom." Y/N cries. "I don't love you anymore and I realized that I can't marry you while pretending to love you. It wouldn't be fair to you."

"I also know what happened in Prague. I know you slept with someone else. I just acted like I didn't know, but I can't stay with you and let you think I'm stupid and that I wouldn't know or find out. It hurts a lot, Tom." She adds.

Y/N turns to look at Bradley and says, "You knew about him sleeping with someone else and you never had the decency to tell me. I treated you like a friend and you couldn't even do the right thing."

Bradley just looks down in shame.

She turns back to Tom, "You and I know that our relationship hasn't been the best lately. It's been falling apart and we don't even know each other anymore. Tom, you're a great man and you're so much more than what the public portrays you. Sleeping around is just your way of dealing with things and you have to change that, because one day you'll meet someone who's more than enough for you. I promise you that. That 'someone' isn't me and I'm sorry.

"I care about you so much and it sucks because even after what you did, I still wish you the best. I sincerely do and I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I tried everything I could to love you again, but I couldn't anymore. I'm sorry."

With that, she takes her purse from Saoirse and runs away. Amadis, who's seated at the back, runs after her. It was now time for fate to step in.

Tom just stands there with tears streaming down his face. He feels humiliated and he feels bad for being so insensitive to what Y/N was feeling. It's too late now. Tom wished he could turn back time, but it was impossible. Not even all his money could fix the damage. All he had to do was keep moving forward.

Y/N's father looks at Tom and shakes his head.

"Y/N, wait up!" Amadis shouts as he runs after her. Despite her heavy down, she still manages to outrun the angel. Y/N glances behind her and slows down when she sees Amadis catching up to her. Once she comes to a full stop, Amadis reaches her. He slightly bends over with his hands on his knees as he catches his breath.

"Where are you going?" Amadis asks as his breathing turns normal.

"I don't know." Y/N sighs. "I don't even know what I'm doing. I don't know if I made the right decision back there. Maybe Tom's right; maybe it's just cold feet. Should I go back there?"

"What? No!" Amadis says and shakes his head. "What you did back there was super brave, actually. Some people wouldn't even do that and they'd just accept their fate; they'd marry a terrible person."

"Tom's not THAT bad." Y/N defends. "He's got some good points, but at the same time, I like someone else. I think I love them already."

"It sounds like you're confused. Who's the other person?" Amadis asks even though he already knew.

Y/N looks at him and sighs, "It's Harrison. He's just such a great guy, y'know? He's such a gentleman and he's so kind and funny and chill. He's not arrogant and he's simple. I love him."

"If you love him, the logical thing to do is to go to him already." Amadis says.

"But then there's Tom. I kinda still feel something for him." Y/N admits.

"You're in a pickle. Let me help you." Amadis says. "I can help you decide really quick."

"Okay." Y/N nods.

"Texts or handwritten letters?" Amadis asks.

"What does that have to do with my situation?" Y/N questions.

"Just answer it! Trust me." Amadis says.

"Okay, um, handwritten letters." Y/N answers.

"Harry Potter or Star Wars?"

"Y/Choice"

"Natural hair color or dyed hair?"

"Dyed."

"Expensive or cheap?"

"Cheap."

"Tom or Harrison?"

"Harrison."

"There you go! You finally decided." Amadis smiles to himself. "Let's go find him!"

"Wait, that's so clever!" Y/N exclaims in shock.

"Thank you. Let's talk about that later, okay? Harrison is doing his errands with Harley, so he's out buying stuff. He's around in town somewhere. Let's go get your man!" Amadis grins. Y/N smiles and both of them run to the street where there are a lot of stores.

𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒...

"We've been walking around for ages!" Harley groans. Harley didn't like shopping. He would get bored and his feet would hurt. Plus, he didn't like it when his mum would ask him about clothes that he could care less about.

"I know, buddy. I'm so sorry, but I'm the only one available to run errands today. Timmy has work." Harrison gives him a sad smile before turning his attention back to the apples. Harrison picks ten apples and puts it in the cart. Harrison goes to the next aisle with Harley pushing the cart next to him.

"Why don't you and Timmy just go shopping when both of you are free?" Harley whines. As much as he likes spending time with Harrison, he's still the same ten year old who gets easily bored.

"Harley, if I didn't shop today, Timmy and I will starve for the next three days because Timmy will be free by then." Harrison chuckles. "Relax, okay? I'll buy you a little something later. You name it."

Harley groans as they continue to shop for food. Harley's mind wanders to how Amadis is doing on the mission. If he recalls correctly, their mission will end soon and he won't see Amadis ever again.

Not seeing Amadis ever again is something he's not ready for, but he knows that it's inevitable. Harley got so used to seeing Amadis that he wouldn't know how to go on his day without him.

After thirty minutes of going from aisle to aisle, Harrison finally finishes grocery shopping. Harley helps Harrison put the items on the checkout conveyor belt and waits at the other side of the counter to get the bags. After paying, Harrison carries two paper bags and Harley carries one. They exit the grocery store and move on to the next errand. 

"Where to next?" Harley asks.

"I figured we should go to mine and Timmy's first to drop off these things and then we'll go out again to pick a decent dishwasher. Is that okay?" Harrison asks. Harley's comfort has been his number priority recently and he didn't even know why.

"Okay." Harley says. The two of them walked to the apartment and immediately went to the unit to put away the groceries.

"How do you think Y/N's wedding is coming along?" Harley asks as he puts the eggs in the fridge. Harrison glances at him before putting the flour in the cupboard.

"Um... I think it's great." Harrison answers. He wasn't sure how to answer Harley's question. "I mean, Tom Holland is rich and all, so she probably got her dream wedding."

Harley nods as they continue putting things away in silence. Five minutes later, everything is neatly stocked away and the two make their way out of the apartment again to buy a dishwasher.

They walk out of the apartment building and when they turn a corner, they bump into Amadis and Y/N.

"I'm so- Y/N?! Amadis?! What are you guys doing here? Especially you, Y/N." Harrison says in shock as he holds Y/N by the arms to prevent her from falling.

She looks at him and smiles, "Harrison!"

"Aren't you supposed to get married?" Harrison lightly chuckles.

Y/N stands up properly and fixes her dress. She shakes her head, cups his face and smiles, "I left him."

Harrison's eyes widened in shock upon hearing what she just said. Amadis and Harley watch the scene unfold. Harley whispers, "How many hours do we have left?"

Amadis looks at his watch.

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒.

"We only have fifteen minutes left." Amadis whispers sadly.

"Oh." Harley says.

"Why did you leave him?" Harrison asks.

"I don't love him anymore. I stopped loving him a long time ago." She tells him. "I love you, Harrison. I really do and anything you say and do can't stop that."

"You love me?" He asks and she just nods. "I'm not him, though. I can't give you everything you want and I can't take you to different places every weekend and-"

"Yes, you're not him. You're not him and that's what makes you different and it's better. I want you and I want to stay with you." She says in all honesty.

"I'd love that." Harrison smiles. "Oh, and I love you too."

They stare at each other and Amadis rolls his eyes, "Just kiss already!"

They look at Amadis shyly before looking at each other.

"I kinda forgot they were there." Harrison whispers.

"Same here." Y/N says, grinning. They lean in and close the gap with a sweet kiss. Amadis and Harley smile at each other and give each other a well deserved high-five.

"We did it! They're together!" Harley exclaims in glee. Y/N and Harrison pull away from each other and they look at Harley in confusion.

"What?" Y/N asks.

"We have ten minutes left." Amadis says after quickly glancing at his watch. He looks at Harley and nods, "Let's just tell them."

"Tell us what?" Harrison questions. "What's going on?"

Harley takes a deep breath and sighs. He looks at Harrison and Y/N; his parents. Well, in the timeline's future. This past week, he really got to know his parents on a different level and on a different point of view. He's going to miss it, truly. He got to hang out with his parents the way he used to and he knew that when he goes back to the future, he won't experience it again.

"I'm from the future." Harley confesses and looks at Harrison. "I wasn't lying when I told you that I'm your son."

"Both of you are my parents and I did something wrong that brought me back here; to the past. I had a week to make things right and I got some help from Amadis. He's literally an heaven sent from Heaven and those people in the apartment we were staying at? They're all angels and saints." Harley says.

Harrison and Y/N didn't say anything, so Harley continued talking.

"My mission was to get you two together, so that the future doesn't get messed up. Amadis and I came up with plans to set you two up and as a way to get both of you two to feel something for each other. Oh and the Prague thing? Amadis went there to check on Tom."

"Did Tom really cheat on me? Or was it part of your plan too?" Y/N asks.

Amadis shakes his head, "No. That really happened. If it were part of the plan, I won't ever go back to Heaven."

"Okay, then." Y/N says.

"Today's the last of the mission and now that you guys kissed, the mission's over. I'm going back to the future now and our family will be alright." Harley says with a smile.

“Family? What family?” Y/N asks.

“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” Harrison challenges. “How do we know that you’re not some crazy kid?”

Just when Harley is giving up, Amadis tells Harley to check his pocket. Harley looks confused, but he checks it anyway. His eyes widen when he pulls out their family picture with everyone reappearing again. Harley quickly shows Y/N and Harrison and they’re surprised to see it. They didn’t really expect actual proof.

“Everything makes sense now.” Harrison whispers as he smiles at Harley. “That’s why I feel so attached to you. I’m your father!”

Harley smiles and nods before walking towards him and hugs him. Harrison hugs back and Y/N smiles at the sight.

“This is so much to take in, but we have so little time.” Y/N tears up. She looks at Harrison and says, “I can’t believe we have three beautiful kids! Now, I can’t imagine my life if I pushed through in marrying Tom. I’m glad I left or we wouldn’t have them, especially Harley.”

Harley pulls away from Harrison and turns to Y/N. She moves his hair out of the way to see her son’s beautiful face.

“In case future me didn’t tell you, you're so talented and smart for your age. I’m so proud of you and I know that you’ll do amazing things. As much as I want you to stay here, you have to go back. I enjoyed spending time with you and I’ll truly miss it.” Y/N tells him and Harley cries. They give each other a hug and Harley says, “Thanks, mum.”

“Is it early to say ‘I love you’? Because I really want to say it before you leave.” She chuckles lightly and pulls away.

“No, it’s not too early.” Harley smiles and wipes his tears.

“I love you.” Y/N says with a smile. She holds Harrison’s hand. “We love you.”

Amadis clears his throat, “Harley, we need to go now.”

Harley frowns and says, “I love you both, okay? I’ll see you later.”

An unexpected rain started to pour and all of them looked surprised except for Amadis. He knew it was going to happen. He just didn’t say anything because if he did, then saying goodbye would be real even though he didn’t want it to be.

“That’s odd. It was sunny just a minute ago.” Harrison says with a jacket over his head, Harley’s head and Y/N’s.

“Harley, it’s time.” Amadis says before turning to Harrison and Y/N. “It was so lovely meeting you! Both of you will have a wonderful life. Trust me, I know. The rain will wash away your memories of me and Harley. Not only you, but also the people who interacted with me or Harley for the past few days.”

“What? Why?” Y/N asks.

“It’s part of keeping the timeline intact.” Amadis says sadly. “Something will go wrong if you won;t let your memories of us wash off. We can’t go back to the places we belong.”

Harley understands and turns to his parents, “I’ll see you guys later, anyway. We can just create new memories.”

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Harrison says with a smile and ruffles Harley’s hair. He glances at Y/N, “Ready to get the memories of our son washed away?”

“I think so.” Y/N replies. She kisses Harley’s forehead before saying, “I just want him to go back and we can hang out with him again. I’m ready.”

Harrison puts down his jacket as both he and Y/N get soaked by the rain. The rain poured harder and before they knew it, their memories of Amadis and Harley were gone. They look at each other in confusion as to why they’re standing in the rain.

“My apartment is closer. We can get dry there?” Harrison suggests.

“Sure! I just want to wear something warm.” Y/N giggles and they ran hand-in-hand to Harrison’s shared apartment with Timmy.

Harley turns to Amadis and says, “Now what?”

“We have three minutes left and it’s time for our goodbye.” Amadis steps forward and embraces Harley. “You know, I don’t like kids, but you’re an exception. You’re a pretty cool 10 year old.”

“Thanks and you’re the coolest angel ever!” Harley smiles and pulls away.

“Be good, okay? No more bad wishes.” Amadis says sternly. “You better promise that, Harley.”

“I promise!” Harley exclaims. “Can you at least give me a sign that you’re watching me whenever I look up at the sky?”

“I’ll think about it.” Amadis says and Harley pouts. “Literally. I have to think about it because I don’t know what sign to send.”

“Just keep it simple.” Harley says.

“Okay, then. If it’s during the day, the sign is a cloud. If it’s at night, the sign is a star.” Amadis decides.

“How will I know it’s you?” Harley asks. “There are so many clouds and stars!”

“Trust me, you’ll know.” Amadis says and glances at his watch only to see that they have one minute left.

“Amadis, you’re fading away.” Harley states.

“Yeah and you’re fading too. It’s okay, we’ll be fine. This is our way of transport.” Amadis chuckles lightly. “I don’t want to say goodbye yet.”

“Same here.” Harley says. “I read a quote somewhere and it’s from Winnie the Pooh. I think it fits us right now.”

“Let’s hear it.” Amadis smiles.

“We didn’t realize we were making memories. We just knew we were having fun.” Harley recites with a small smile.

“And that’s true.” Amadis nods and sees that they only have five seconds left.

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“Five seconds left.” Amdis says. “I wish I could hug you, but we obviously can’t because we’re basically spirits now.”

“I wish we could hug too.” Harley says.

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“I’ll start praying to God, so that I could deliver a message to you, okay?” Harley says. “I just hope you could hear it.”

“I hang outside the prayer room to eavesdrop. I’ll definitely hear your prayers.” Amadis chuckles lightly.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“I love you, Amadis. You’re like an older brother that I never had.” Harley smiles sweetly.

“I love you too, lil’ guy.” Amadis says. “I’ll watch over you, okay? I’ll also send in some angels when you’re hurt or something.”

“I’d love that. Thank you.” Harley says with tears in his eyes.

𝐓𝐖𝐎

“I’ll miss you.” Harley says. “I loved meeting you.”

𝐎𝐍𝐄

“It was nice meeting you. It was an honor to be with you on my first Earthly mission. Goodbye. Take care, Harley.” Amadis tears up before completely fading away.

“Amadis!” Harley shouts as he fades away too.

The rainy street is now occupied by a few people who were oblivious to the whole exchange. Y/N and Harrison are enjoying a cup of tea, Amadis is back in Heaven, and Harley is going back to his rightful place in time.

“Harley.”

“Harley.”

“Harley!”

Harley quickly sits up on his bed and sees Harrison. He looks around and he’s back in his room. He rubs his eyes as Harrison opens the curtains to let the sun’s rays enter Harley’s room through the window.

“You have to wake up now if you want to hang out with your uncle Tom.” Harrison says as he picks up the mess on Harley’s bedroom floor.

“I love you, dad.” Harley blurts out which makes Harrison stop what he’s doing.

“What?” Harrison says.

“I love you and I’m sorry about what I said a week ago after my talent show. I’m sure you had your reasons and I’m sorry for not hearing you out and for saying that I wished uncle Tom to be my dad. I don’t want him to-”

“Buddy, slow down.” Harrison says. “What do you mean a week ago? Your talent show was last night.”

“What?” Harley’s confused.”I was gone for one week!”

“Nope.” Harrison shakes his head. “You must’ve had an intense dream. Tell me all about it when you come downstairs for breakfast. Your uncle Tom will pick you up in two hours, so take a shower and I’ll meet you downstairs. Okay?”

“Okay.” Harley says.

Harrison leans down to kiss the top of Harley’s head and says, “I forgive you and I love you too. I’m sorry I don’t show it enough.”

Harrison takes Harley’s laundry basket and leaves the room. As soon as the door closes, Harley gets out of bed and quickly walks to his window to look up at the sky. He looks at every cloud to search for Amadis' sign and his eyes stop at the cloud that’s shaped like an Apple watch.

“He sees me.” Harley whispers to himself and waves at the Apple watch-shaped cloud.

“Harley! If you’re not taking a shower now, at least come down for breakfast!” Harrison shouts from downstairs.

Harley stops waving at the cloud and shouts back, “I’m coming!”

He rushes out of his room and goes downstairs to eat his breakfast. Harley feels different; a good kind of different. He didn’t know what that means, but he’s sure that starting from this day onwards, things will be different and he’s excited for it.

* * * *

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[nilletellsstories]

You’ve Got Love - Masterlist

Summary

The last few months Harry Holland had to look on as his older brother’s best friend/”assistant”, Harrison Osterfield, walked around with this sad look on his face. So much so, that Harry himself was sporting it. A good friend of Harry’s, Julia Graham, asked him what was wrong and in the matters of hours, they had decided to set up the best friend with Julia’s roommate. As a ploy, Julia wrote a post-it note with Harrison’s email address and placed it between all of Elle’s notes. And as Harry and Julia had hoped, Elle discovers the note and decides on a whim, to write to the email address.  Follow along as Elle waits for the reply and what happens after she gets one.

Chapters

Prologue - In Which A Plan is Made And A Trap Is Set

Chapter One - The First One

Chapter Two - The Time In Between

Chapter Three - The Reply

Chapter Four - The Ripples From A Drop Of Rain

Chapter Five - The Happiness Of Getting To Know You

Chapter Six - The Continued Ripples

Chapter Seven - The Unexpected, Yet Still Expected Conversation

Chapter Eight- The Three Birthdays In Three Days

Chapter Nine - The Pups In Hyde Park

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