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jascurka · 26 days
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this is purely out of curiosity and i don't want to send hate your way, but do you ship mob and reigen? and if so, why?
I do, yeah. An ex-friend of mine asked me the exact same question (just more... harshly I think and with what I assumed was prejudice) before they decided to part our ways and I could never properly answer them because I was so stressed by the situation, it was hard to gather my thoughts. So I'll do my best to explain here, hopefully to make myself understood better.
Sorry if this gets lenghty >_< I'll just put a readmore right here.
I think the biggest reason for why I like them is their canon relationship that has been explored in the series already quite thoroughly - that they have changed eachother, helped eachother grow and one wouldn't be the person they are without the other. I think most of us understand the depth of it. Reigen is Mob's teacher and friend, someone like an older brother. There surely is a strong bond between them and they've seen each other at their best and worst and still acknowledged and accepted eachother's flaws. They trust eachother, they would give their life for eachother even (at least Reigen would, he almost did in the finale after all). And I do think that they love eachother but in a way that isn't actually romantic in canon. I'm perfectly capable of realizing that and I value it a lot both in the series and in fanworks (one of my fav works of fanfiction is about exactly that).
It was my curiosity that made me search up a ship fic of them, I was just confused why people ship them in the first place and whether it can be good and I found myself enjoying it a lot (to my surprise). It was set into the future, and dealt with some serious topics like loss and acceptance, it was kind of bittersweet. Then I felt that maybe it was just slightly ooc because all of the serirei fics I was busy reading depicted Reigen slightly different. Nontheless, I had the other ship on my mind then so I never really dived into Mob/Reigen, but it changed my perspective on them a lot.
And at some point into all this I realized, why not? Why can't I haz 2 cookies? (god im sorry that was terrible sfjgsdkj). What I mean is that the buildup canon offers can be taken further - more of their relationship can be explored in terms of new tropes, sometimes romantic too.
On a personal note I'll just add that I'm rather picky about them and tend to stick to fluff, hurt/comfort and slow slow burns. And I like them most post-canon, a few years into the future. It turns out that it all depends on how they're portrayed for me to like them anyways. I talked on here recently about a work that really had it all and portrayed their relationship in a very satisfying and mature way, with all the complicated feelings, it felt very realistic, especially on Reigen's side. So if anyone wants, here's a rec from me again -> in my dreams (I seem to be more honest) on ao3, just because I think it has all that I like about the ship.
I think that this is the whole point of fanworks - to kind of look further and have fun with it, to see "what if?". Even if it's something sort of.. taboo I guess? Because you get to take it apart in a fictional dimension (if that makes sense). And I completely understand if this is something that can ick some people out or that someone doesn't want to ruin their perception of the characters' relationship. That's totally fine by me and I'm not going to force anyone into liking the ship of course. And there are definitely tropes and tags I really don't want to look into - not everything is for me either.
And I think this goes without saying but I'll add it here anyways: what I like to see in fiction doesn't mean I would like or encourage anyone to do the same thing in real life! It's just interesting to explore from a safe distance where no one can get hurt.
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spidernerdsblog · 2 years
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Hey hun can u write a blurb abt kids just interacting with their fam I just want those moments they spend with their grandparents and uncles and them fighting to know whose their fav😂 love you sooo much💖💖💖
I'm in a weird writing slump lately. Hope you like this.
Match made in Hell (series)
Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : none
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“Grandma!” Nathan and Nailah squealed, launching themselves to hug their grandma around her waist.
“Hello my loves!” She said with a wide smile taking a step back to keep her balance. “You've grown so big." 
"Mom said I've grown 5cm." Nathan informed her proudly. 
"That's good sweetheart." she said. "now let's go inside your baby sister is waiting to meet you.” 
Hearing that they dashed inside the house. “Don't run you two!” you called out from behind. 
“Y/N! It’s so lovely to see you dear.” she said pulling you in a hug. 
"It's good to see you too." You smiled widely in return. 
“Hi mum.” Tom said leaning down and kissing his mother's cheek. 
“Tom, I hope you're helping Y/N with the kids?”
“Mum, I'm always helping.” Tom huffed. 
“Yes, he tries his best but most of the time those two outsmart him and succeed in getting their own way.” you snickered teasing him.
“Those two little hellions can outsmart anyone,” he said.
“Not me.” you argued. 
“Oh hush now the two of you!" his mother said."I’m not hearing a word against my grandchildren. They are the sweetest kids in the whole world. Now don’t just keep standing at the doorway and get inside.” 
Once in a month the whole family gathers at Tom's parents house in Chigwell for a family dinner especially now when the family is slowly growing. You could see Harrison and Grace near the patio doors. It's been four years since they got married and now they've an adorable three year old son Leo who is happily chasing around Nathan and Nailah. 
Then there's Harry and Isabelle on the couch with their baby girl Adrianne who just turned one month old. Sam was in the kitchen preparing the food with Paddy helping him. 
“Hey Izzie, how are you?" you asked and then looked down at Adrianne nestled in her mother's arms. "And how is my baby girl doing?” You cooed and she gave you a wide, toothless smile. 
“We're good though she has been keeping us up at night lately.”
“Ah, I know their sleep schedule is unpredictable in the first few months." You said, relating to her problem. "And I had two when one woke up, the other was asleep. We took turns at night feeding them. It will get better soon, don't worry.” you assured her. 
“Where is the baby? Where is the baby?” Nathan and Nailah jumped up and down beside you excited. 
"Careful, you two. Be gentle." You reminded them. 
“She's so cute!” Nailah exclaimed as she held out a finger and Adrianne grabbed it in her little fist. 
“And so soft!” Nathan said gently touching her chubby cheeks. 
“Can I hold her? Please.” Nailah looked at you with puppy eyes. 
“No, Leah, she's too small you won't be able to handle her.” you told her. 
“It's okay Y/N let her hold her." Isabelle said and her face brightened. "Come here Leah.” 
Nailah sat down on the couch beside her aunt and Isabelle placed a cushion on her lap. Then she picked up Adrianne from her lap and laid her on the cushion. 
Place your hand below her head. She told Nailah as she did the same. For some time she looked at her baby cousin in awe but then she turned to you with a thoughtful expression and asked. 
“Mommy, where do babies come from?”
“Umm…” you were clearly caught off guard as you heard Tom clear his throat loudly. The boys were grinning like idiots. 
“Daddy?” she looked at Tom with big, curious eyes and like you he was currently at a loss of words. 
"Well you see Leah it's when your mom and dad…" Harrison began smiling cheekily. 
"Haz!" Tom barked out glaring daggers at him and then softened his gaze as he looked at Nailah. "Don't listen to him, love."
“I think it's time for a footy match in the backyard.” Harry said to change the topic. 
“Yeah Nate loves soccer.” you added. 
“It's football mom.” Nathan corrected you, rolling his eyes dramatically. 
“Yeah keep up darling you're in London now.” Tom teased. 
“I beg your pardon my lord for the grave mistake I committed.” You said mockingly with a fake British accent.
Soon after everyone was in the backyard. Two goal posts had been set for the game. The teams were divided as follows :
Harry and Paddy with Nathan. Tom, Harrison and Sam with Nailah. Harrison was holding his three year old as he played. 
You were comfortably seated with the ladies on the garden chairs sipping tea and watched them run and kick the ball around. At present the score was tied six all.
The older Holland twins were caught in a battle to steal the ball from each other when Paddy said something in Nathan’s ears probably to wait for the right moment. 
And just then the ball flew towards them as he gave him a left footed pass. Nathan ran along with the ball towards the net and swung his right onto the ball scoring a goal.
“We won!” you heard him shout in joy as he thrust his little fists up in the air.
“Good job bud!” Paddy ruffled his hair and picked him up, holding him up in a superman pose as he ran in front of you all. You held your hands up to give him a high five.
"Uncle Paddy you are the best!" Nathan squealed. And the boys perked up when they heard him.
"C'mon bud I know you love me the most." Harry said.
"Oh don't be a jealous sod now Harry." Paddy retorted.
"Whatever I know I'm Nailah's favorite am I not love? I made your favorite cake." Sam looked at Nailah who was busy eating the chocolate cake her uncle made.
"You're bribing her you prat!" Harry accused.
"Oh come now" Harrison interrupted. "it has always been me after all I'm their godfather."
"I like uncle Paddy he plays with us." Nailah said finally as the boys looked at her dumbly and Tom couldn't stop laughing at the back.
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mrs-hollandstan · 2 years
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Mob!haz forgetting a date coz he was busy beating out some intel from baddies. Once he reaches his places and sees the beautiful ambience, realizations dawns on him. Reader is already asleep waiting. He decides to make it up to her with a surprise week long vacay!
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So coote
It hits Harrison as he's wiping his hands on the handkerchief offered to him. The date that you were planning. The one you were so excited about all week. His heart stops and Tom cocks his head,
"S'matter?" He asks. Harrison swallows, 
"I-I missed date night." Tom tsks,
"I'm telling you, Y/N deserves someone like me. I'd be early for date night. Give her head before, for the effort." He teases. Harrison sighs, 
"Fuck…" Tossing the handkerchief in the sink, Haz points to the passed out enemy, 
"Get the fucking location from him. I don't care if you kill him after, just get it from him." He commands, quickly washing his hands of leftover blood and shrugging his jacket on. Tom nods, 
"Make it up to her mate… make it up to her real good." Harrison nods, sliding his phone from his pocket with a sigh, 
"Yeah, I'm already on it." 
It's a short drive home, and Harrison's heart immediately breaks when he sees the effort you've put forth. The candles are blown out, but how far they've burnt down tells him you waited a lot longer than he'd hoped. There's flowers and placemats right next to each other. A quick trip to the kitchen has him in agony. A perfectly made plate is in the fridge, tinfoil over. He sighs again, trudging upstairs. He shrugs his jacket off, unbuttoning his shirt most of the way and kicking his shoes off in the door. 
Your form in bed hurts the most. Taking a deep breath, he walks around the bed, sitting beside you. Watching you sleep for a moment, he reaches up and strokes strands of hair from your eyes. When he leans in to kiss your cheek, you stir, stretching out as he sits up the smallest bit to not startle you. You open your eyes and he smiles, 
"I am… way way late, but goddamn you're gorgeous." He coos. Rolling your eyes, you pull yourself to sit up slightly, 
"Did you see your dinner?" You ask. He nods, 
"I did. It looks amazing love and I am so so sorry." He responds. You shake your head, 
"It was poor timing. This case was important to you and it's been in the works for weeks. I should've touched up with you." You defend, pulling his hand into your lap and brushing your fingers over his busted knuckles. His lips press in a line as hair falls in your eyes. He reaches up to tuck it behind your ear again,
"I promised you darling." He defends. You shrug, "but, I've got a surprise for you." He drags his phone from his pocket, clicking through it for a moment before he flashes the tab to you. You stare at it for a moment before your eyes widen, 
"Paris… are you serious?" You ask. He nods, 
"Two weeks, no business, swear on Tom." You launch yourself into his lap, wrapping your arms around him. He holds you close, face nuzzled in your shoulder. You pull back, kissing him softly, 
"You know how much I've been wanting to go. Dinner means nothing in comparison to Paris." You remind. He nods with a smile, 
"I know darling." He holds you close, 
"But don't swear on Tom. If it weren't for him, you'd never be able to take vacation with no work." He smiles, 
"Course… but yeah keeps talking about how he'd be better for you, I might not have a choice." He jokes. Laying your head against his shoulder for a moment, you sigh, 
"You hungry?" He hums, 
"A little." You slide from his lap, taking his hand, 
"Let's see if we can salvage any of your dinner." 
"I deserve it if not." He murmurs. You smile, 
"Probably. But I'll let it slide because Paris." Chuckling, he follows you down stairs with a grip on your hand. 
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sashathedoge · 14 days
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Weirdly specific character asks for Hazard, Life, and Sirius please!
1, 3, 11, 21, 28, 41, and 58?
Ayeee, awesome. I'll get back at you with some asks I've been rolling around in my head soon :3. I didn't get to the last three for Life and Sirius yet, but I should be able to in the morning.
1.What’s the lie your character says most often?
3.How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?
11.If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?
21.What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?
28.What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?
41.What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?
58.How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?
1.
Hazard:
Probably that he's alright with a social situation. He's got a brand of social anxiety where he's alright being in a town because it's small, and everyone's kinda spread out, and in the case of his hometown he knows everyone there, but he truly and deeply hates big cities. He also hates having to tell anyone this because he doesn't want to be an inconvenience, and instead he goes out of his way to figure it out himself.
That's why if he's in a city for a job flying a client somewhere, and he needs to stay the night, he goes places once the sun's down. He has a slightly easier time with so many people he doesn't know all packed together if it's nighttime, and he can loosely justify to himself that most people are asleep. It's gotten better as he get's older. He used to barely be able to stand super busy airports but he's really warmed up to that one.
As a fun and related fact, he's completely fucking terrified of hospitals because of all of this. Way too many people that're awake at all hours packed in one place he can't get out of. Any time he was hospitalized as a kid, he actively stressed himself into making things worse. He's a guy who really should see specialists in hospitals significantly more often than he does, but he's just muscling through life right now.
Life:
Lies in general to cover up how much he and Sirius are hiding from the humans they work with. It's partially how little control humans actually have over the actions of two individual dragons that could arguably wipe out their species, but mostly also information on where Life is from. If they can't find his home planet despite coming up on centuries now of asking, then they won't kick the hornet's nest that it is.
Sirius:
That he's a pacifist. He's always tried his hardest to be one, but he's haunted by the violence that he's committed and that he knows he will again if the time comes. The amount of effort he puts into non violent solutions however can be very impressive.
3.
Hazard:
All the time. Haz is a guy who's here for a good time, not a long time, but his insane luck means he's also here for a long time.
He's also a pretty genuine person in general, beyond the point mentioned above. Stressed because he's in a Vancouver airport and he doesn't want to inconvenience anyone by asking for special treatment to get out of there faster? He's not letting a soul know. He's in a car mobbing down the highway that hits a deer? He WILL cry and there is going to be a funeral for that deer before anyone makes any calls to insurance companies or otherwise.
Life:
He used to put effort into it when he was younger, but now he doesn't care. He doesn't have time to be beating around the bush by concealing how he really feels. He's become a fantastic indicator now though for how worried others should be in a certain situation. If Life looks like he doesn't give a fuck? Everything's fine. Is he freaking the fuck out? Now is a good time to freak the fuck out. The only saving grace of his preventing everyone from being able to read his face of emotions like an open book is the whole dragon thing. In human form though? He's not hiding anything really. It works out that what he's feeling most of the time is just on the spectrum of annoyance.
Sirius:
Most emotions are exclusive to both Life and the audience, mostly because him and Life have been together long enough that he usually knows when Sirius is actually having a good time, or if he's putting on the show.
He is of the mind that positive emotions only are the best to display. There's little to no point in others if they can be avoided. Downside is that in highly emotional situations, he can go off like a bomb. Hence previous point on still trying for true pacifism.
11.
Hazard:
If someone is impersonating him so well that they've figured out his manner of speaking and fucked up accent, then they've earned it at that point.
Genuinely though, if the impersonator spoke the same as Haz and was dedicated to the role, there would be most likely no way for them to avoid piloting a plane. Even if the impersonator in question did know how to fly, there's no one who could hold a candle to the real Hazard, and they'd immediately be found out either by refusing to fly or flying differently. This isn't because of any skill Haz has, though that does help. It's because he's an idiot who does stunts during casual flights who is always 100% winning or losing with no in-between.
Life:
"How do you feel about gold?" basic question to ask a dragon. If it's an ill-informed human impersonating him, they might try to lean into the old dragon mythology of gold hoards. If it's someone more informed, they might try to feign disinterest and move of. If it's the real Lifeburner, he has a fucking rant locked and loaded on the impracticalities of gold and its idiotic uses in different palaces he'd been in. He hated gold chainmail armour and he WILL talk about that.
Sirius:
Ask him to do something with his powers. Technically Life could be asked the same thing, but it's less destructive with Sirius. If he can make a ball of electricity that's got enough power to stop someone's heart, or just a nice little light show, you got the right guy.
21.
Hazard:
Not exactly disagrees with it, but he forget's it's a thing people don't do, which is saying things along the lines of "Oh my god, I forgot I have hallucinations." Which his friends and family find REALLY funny because they also forget most of the time. The average stranger doesn't. The average stranger is now concerned, while Haz is just back to drinking his coffee like nothing happened. No, he will not be expanding on what he said. He doesn't care. He forgot he said anything immediately after saying it.
Life:
"Look at me. Look me in my stupid dragon face. Tell me again that you want me to wear clothes. I have scales, I put on clothes when I'm in that human form, and I put on protective gear when a situation calls for it. Tell me again that you want me to put pants on. Lizard anatomy is on my side here, so you've got no argument."
Sirius:
I'm not entirely sure if this counts, but food combinations. You know those old cookbooks with pictures of hotdogs in unflavoured gelatin served with pineapple slices? He sees these as perfectly reasonable and will continue onward as such. Whip cream on shaved ham? Tastes better than it sounds (no it does not)
28.
Hazard:
What he says he wants? For fuel prices to go down and for daylight savings to stop. What he actually wants? To lay face down in a forest for a few weeks.
41.
Hazard:
I mentioned this above but he has the most horrific accent imaginable. I've described it to my friend as an ungodly combo of a northern BC/Yukon Canadian, mixed with rig rat Albertan, a weird dash of southern US, and the strangest hint of something European.
This guy speaks like every single word he says is at war with the one that came before it, and they're all fighting for different sides. The northern comes from moving to Canada at a young age, as does the bit of Albertan from people around town. The southern US Comes from one guy in town that was actually from Florida. Why does he have a Southern accent if he's from Florida? Don't worry about it. How did Haz absorb that accent into his own despite being a teen when that guy came to town? No fucking clue. The European hint comes from him being born in Switzerland, living in the UK till he was seven before coming to Canada, and his mom's way of speaking.
58.
Hazard:
Hazard is a video games and documentaries guy. If he's not flying or laying face down asleep, he's either playing Call of Duty or absolutely enraptured by a documentary on bird species. Other than that, He's never had much of an interest in other things. None of the arts spoke to him, despite hunting and fishing being big in his home area, those were never his thing. His real hobby is flying and being absolutely insane about it and pulling new stunts, but that's about it for him.
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theficpusher · 2 years
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In A Safe Place by berzerkshires | E | 2450 Being a great sister meant helping her little sister in any way on her wedding day....even if that meant stepping into her old church with a new friend.
Do You Think You're What They Say You Are? by spacesbetweenseconds | M | 6444 Besides, he thought to himself behind his wax-figure smile as he told her yes, what would Jesus do? Oh, right. Jesus would’ve died. Hence, Holy Week. Louis is a regular churchgoer who gets asked every year to direct the play the children’s church program puts on for Holy Week. Harry, unbeknownst to Louis, is new in town and has volunteered to help out this year with corralling the children. In which children are adorable and say the darndest things, Harry is tragically good-looking and extremely domestic, and Louis is just a little bit fucked.
worship like a dog by kingsoftheimpossible | nr | 6685 "Forgive me, Father," Louis says, quiet wavering voice flowing through the sanctuary like an electric charge, "but I just can't stop sinning."
And If God Called Me a Sinner (I Wish I'd Listened) by musiclily88 | T | 7172 Schoolboys tease each other, don’t they? So Liam shouldn’t feel guilty about it, or the fact that he can’t stop his cheeks from flaring pink every time Louis so much as looks at him. Right?
you got me touching on your body. | nr | 11732 "You're so fucking beautiful, Haz.." Louis whispered and the church was so still that he could hear his shuffling underneath him as he moved closer, shoulders bumping into his legs. "I'd worship at your fucking feet if you let me." "You're drunk.." Harry breathed out. aka Harry and Louis are sons of two top mob families that enjoy each other's company a little too much.
you're stumbling like the nazarene by sarcasticfluentry | E | 13213 Harry hasn't had an orgasm in six weeks since he gave them up for Lent. On Easter Day, he has five.
a cage for every ugly spirit by sarcasticfluentry | E | 15751 First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink.
Pray Till I Go Blind by el_em_en_oh_pee | E | 18988 Louis is (kind of) a preacher. Harry is (probably) a demon. Of course, nothing's as simple as that. This is not a love story.
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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years
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Mob!Tom Holland x Reader
You get a knock on your door, detectives wanting to use your apartment for a stakeout. Of course you say yes, little do they know you have a secret of your own. Little do they know you know more about their investigation then what they tell you that night
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Prologue // Chapter 1
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Chapter: 10
The room is quiet when you wake up. Streams of light come through Tom's blinds as you turn over and look at him. He's still asleep, his face relaxed and eyes closed. You watch and listen to his heart monitor as it beeps. The room is tranquil.
Knocking on the bedroom pulls you from your thoughts. You sigh and roll over, rolling out of bed and walking to the door, glare on your face as you crack the door, ready to yell at whoever is on the other side. Your expression falls and is replaced with a look of surprise when you see Haz on the other side.
"Haz? What're you doing here? Why are you here?" you say, moving out of the way and putting your arm out to help him toward the bed so he can sit.
"Thanks," he says when he flops down on the bed. "The guys just got back with Harry. But they keep coming into the infirmary asking questions, and if I sat there any longer, I'd shoot one of them."
You snicker and nod. "Where's Harry? I'll go," you offer.
"Tom's office. You want me to go with you?" Harrison asks.
"No, it's ok, I got it. I like the rush," you laugh. You throw on a pair of Tom's sweats and a baggie shirt, leaving the room and heading toward his office.
You make it to the large room. It is your first time actually inside, and you see Tom's desk, with his chair behind it, the walls lined with black paint, red accents all around the room, and a long couch not far from his desk, which is also where you find Harry sitting with about 5 of Tom's men surrounding him, plus a doctor and nurse from the infirmary.
"Out." Your voice is stern as you order the men in the room out, nodding to the doctor and nurse they can stay and continue working.
"I can already tell you're enjoying this power," Harry says, his voice lightly but also laced with pain.
He's sitting on the couch, his arm getting treated, multiple bruises and cuts around his face and body. You walk over and crouch down at eye level, giving him a soft smile.
"What did they do to you? Are you ok?" you ask.
He shrugs. "Eh, nothing I couldn't take. I'll get back at those bastards, that's for s-sure," he finishes his sentence with a whimper, the nurse lifting his arm, wanting to get it back in its socket.
"This is gonna hurt," the nurse says. Harry nods, bracing himself. The nurse holds on to his arm and shoulder, giving him one last look before popping it in place, earning a grunt of pain from Harry, his hand gripping onto the couch, his knuckles white. "Imma enjoy killing them," he sighs and groans, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again and looking at you.
"Are there any other wounds, Mr. Holland?" the nurse asks as she slots his arm into a brace.
"My legs," he motions down, "they cut them so I wouldn't be able to get away." The nurse crouches down, lifting his pant legs, finding the deep cuts there were placed right around his calves, preventing him from being able to walk without being in immense pain.
"Oh, Harry!" you gasp, seeing his legs as they bleed onto the floor.
"It's ok. It's ok, Y/n. I can deal with pain," he assures you.
"What did they do? Why did- how did this happen?" you ask, sliding onto the couch next to him.
He sighs. "I took care of the detectives, but as I went to leave, some of Mackie's boys popped up. There's nothing I could've done. They took me to one of Stan's warehouses a few cities over. Just grilling and stuff. Honestly, I think this was just to prove a point. Mackie and Stan want to be on top, and everyone knows Tom's is outta the book right now."
"So, what do we do?" you ask.
"Let them think they're on top while Tom recovers. Once he's back in action, we'll show them who's boss," Harry smirks. "He awake yet? I can let him know I'm back, and we can start planning."
"No, but when they get finished stitching up your legs, we can go," you shrug, and he nods.
The nurse stitches his legs while the doctor goes and gets a wheelchair for him, telling him not to walk while they heal. You roll him toward Tom's bedroom, opening the door and pushing him inside, giving Harrison a tight smile when he looks up at you two from his phone.
"Hey, mate. Glad you're alright," Haz says.
"Think they could get rid of me that easy?" Harry jokes and shrugs, making you laugh and roll your eyes.
You roll Harry in front of Tom's bed, climbing next to Haz and gently shaking Tom, wanting to rouse him. He doesn't wake, so you shake him a little rougher, your brows frowning as he stays unconscious. "Tom?" you say his name, loud enough that he'd usually wake from it, but he doesn't.
You look up at his heart monitor in confusion, seeing that his heart is beating, but he's not waking. You look back at Harrison and Harry. Both of them have the same look of concern and confusion.
"Get the doctor," Harrison says, nodding to you. You nod and get up, quickly running out of the room to get the doctor.
You find her and bring her to his room. She does a few things, checking his vitals and touching spots around his head and neck, her face set in a look of concentration.
"He isn't in a coma, but his body shut down. Has he been sleeping at night?" the doctor asks, looking at you.
"Uh, yeah, he seemed to be. Yesterday Tom said he was super tired. He'd had me lay with him while he tried to sleep. He also said he was in a lot of pain," you explain, nervously playing with your fingers.
"Yeah, I imagine the stress of all this wasn't allowing him to sleep very well. He's alive, and everything seems to be working properly, but his body shut down so that he'd rest and recover. Honestly, it may be a good thing so that Boss will probably recover faster," the doctor says.
"So, he'll be ok?" you ask.
"Yeah, he should be fine. It's no telling how long it'll last, but in the meantime, we could get him fitted for a hearing aid and other medicine."
"Thanks, Doc," Harrison says, giving her and nod as she turns to leave.
"Hey, wait!" Harry turns to her, sitting up in his chair as if he'd try to get up. "What about my brother? Sam, how is he?" he asks.
"I can do some check-ups on him, see if his spine is stable enough now," she nods and gives him a smile.
"Ok. Thank you," Harry says sincerely.
The doctor leaves, leaving the three of you in silence. "So," Harrison is the first to speak, "we recover. We have to wait for Tom to wake up and help him get his strength back as quick as possible, and then-"
You cut in, "- and then, we take down Mackie."
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Chapter 11>>>
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Masterlist
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Ahem: @notyourcupofteax @dreamsarecloserwithyou @tomsirishgirlx @novaresque @b0kutoswaifu @iamasimpingh0e @sesamepancakes
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onlythebravest · 2 years
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Happy birthday Niall! 🎉
To celebrate, I’ve compiled some of my favorite Niall quotes or moments in fics.
The Night Sky is Changing Overhead
Niall looked at her thoughtfully and then shrugged, “I think I was meant to be gay but God forgot to flip the last switch.”
Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2
"God!" Niall burst out. "I missed out on one of the best parts of the night! I prefer my beta genes but fuck. The Love Triangle just got so much better!" Niall grimaced, giving Louis an apologetic look. "Forget I said that. The Love Triangle shall never be spoken of again."
Hold You Now by @cursethedaylight
“Haz.” He puts a hand up, effectively stopping Harry’s impending speech (and friendzone attempt). “I love you, you’re my best friend and a lovely guy. First one to help me move into me flat when I came over to the states. You’re truly a catch.”
“Thank you?”
“But I am not trying to court you!” he cackles, looking at Harry incredulously.
Take My Breath Away by @realitybetterthanfiction​
Louis looked over at Niall. “You do realize I’m still your instructor, right?”
Niall looked right back at Louis. “No. Right now you’re the arsehole who’s breaking my best mate’s heart. You want my respect, you make that right first.”
Louis backed down instantly. 
Unbelievers by @isthatyoularry
“No! Christ Tommo.” Niall shakes his head. “I meant, like, a prank. Make him suffer a bit, but not in a ‘rough him up’ kind of way. Who do you think we are? The mob? Mate, we watched Disney movies last weekend.”
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surrowndedbylights · 8 months
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God, I'm missing you and your addictive heart
Small Larry drabble I wrote for the end of HSLOT and their anticipated reunion. (also on ao3)
Enjoy!
Harry just finished his tour a few days ago. It had been going on for more than two years, and it was really exhausting for him. He adores traveling the world and seeing his fans and performing, but right now, it seems like the perfect time to finally get some rest and enjoy other things in life such as hobbies or spending time with his loved ones. Especially Louis.
"Hi, love," he greets him on the phone, unable to suppress a smile as soon as he hears his beloved husband again.
"Hi Haz! Where are you?" Louis is grinning too, Harry can hear it in his voice.
"I'm still in Italy. Will you come as soon as you're done with the American leg?"
"Of course, baby! I also have my festival in a month or so, so I would come anyway. You know how much I love Italy."
"Yeah, I do," Harry replies before saying goodbye and hanging up.
The only thing Louis can think about is how much he misses Harry. He has been touring for two months, and even before that, he couldn't see him because he was on the road as well. Now, however, after his last show in New York, he is determined to take the first plane to Italy.
It is an eight-somwthing hour flight, during which he can't take his mind off Harry. It's strange, like they fall in love all over again. Like they are still teenagers in their honeymoon phase. Its not that they ever stopped being insanely infatuated with each other, anyway.
Louis closes his eyes, imagining various scenarios about reuniting with Harry. He imagines jumping into his arms and kissing him and going around holding hands to see their favourite places in this beautiful country (always incognito, of course, in order to avoid any accidents). He is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realize when he arrives.
By the time he gets out of the plane, there is a mob of fans trying to approach him to take some photos. He agrees and talks to them a bit as well until he remembers that Harry was waiting for him. He waves at them as he leaves, putting on a hat and his sunglasses to make him less recognizable before he calls Harry.
They agree to meet up at Harry's room half an hour later. When the man opens the door, Louis immediately hugs him tightly and proceeds to give him a firm kiss. He craved it for so long that it almost felt unreal.
They used to spend every minute of every day together, while they were in One Direction. Even after it, they would spend much time apart, but never for so long, and then there was the lockdown, where they were with each other all the time. When Harry started Love On Tour, however, everything became a little more difficult.
"I missed you so much," Louis notes truthfully after he pulls away.
"I missed you more." Harry leans into another kiss, and they stay like that all night. Well.... the rest you can imagine.
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DYK that in Iran there are thousands converting covertly to Christianity..
DYK in USA most Latinos are Christians & they are cancelling out da globalist mafia mob votes..
Pleaz keep spreading da word & defeat da globalist mafia mob d-evils...
God wins, satan haz alreadies lost✝️
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lorettavallemx · 2 years
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Es común que se crea que un bulleador es fuerte y poseé una autoestima alta, pero no es así. Más bien es todo lo contrario. El bulleador elige y somete a un chivo expiatorio para ganar la admiración, la aprobación, la atención y el respeto de los demás destruyendo la autoestima de su víctima. Por medio de bromas sarcásticas, burlas, críticas y/o violencia física quiere demostrar su falsa superioridad y su falsa fortaleza. Se tiene que valer de la fuerza física y/o verbal para ocultar su debilidad emocional. Estas personas lo hicieron de pequeños porque en sus hogares no recibieron la atención, el cuidado, el apoyo, el amor, la estructura y los límites que necesitaban. Fueron niñ@os "no vistos" criados en ambientes negligentes que normalizaron la violencia física y/o mental y se convirtieron en adultos maltratadores. NADA justifica la violencia y el abuso NADA. NADIE merece vivir bulling (en el trabajo es mobbing) NADIE. Entender que quien necesita someter física y/o psicológicamente a otro ser humano es porque en realidad es débil y que carece de autoestima nos da el poder de afrontar la situación de otra manera. ¡Ojo! Las palabras también son violencia y deja cicatrices hondas, muy hondas, que si no son tratadas, se quedan por siempre. Ese dicho de que el valiente vive hasta que el cobarde quiere es cierto. Seamos empáticos y NO SEAMOS CÓMPLICES de los bulleadores. Si estás presenciando una situación de abuso psicológico o físico haz algo, alza la voz, no seas parte de la borregada que "sigue y admira" a quien destruye a otro ser humano. Enséñale a tus hijos, habla con ellos, no normalicemos la violencia. Un niño que acosa a otro necesita ayuda, pero eso no justifica su conducta. Un adulto que "bromea" y que se agarra de bajada a otro es inaceptable. Un adulto que maltrata a otro es reprobable y un adulto que lo hace con otro niño simplemente es monstruoso. No seas parte del problema, sé parte de la solución. La indiferencia también es complicidad. www.lorettavalle.com Hipnoterapeuta & Coach Transformacional. #LorettaValle #abuso #violencia #bulling #mobbing #acoso #codependencia #dependienteemocional #amorpropio #autoestima https://www.instagram.com/p/CdvRdY8rb33/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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liberty-barnes · 1 year
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THE JAR SERIES ISNT OVER YET?????? I NEED A SNIPPET PLEASE
i'm pretty sure this will never be over to be perfectly honest 💀 but here's your snippet of a sneak peak into Gabriel's (noa and haz's son, y/n and tom's godson) life.
Let it be known that if nothing else, Gabriel has good timing when it comes to getting in trouble.
“Gabriel Thomas Osterfield, what did you do?”
Well, mostly good timing.
“Mrs Holland, if I may-”
(Y/n) shut the headmaster up with a hand gesture.
“I want to hear it from him first, when I’m ready to talk to you, I will. Now you-”
She pointed back at him, hands on her hips, looking every bit the angry mob wife Gabriel knew her to be.
“Spill. I want the full story, and I want it detailed, if I catch even a hint of a lie, I’ll make you wish you were in a Siberian gulag during the Cold War.”
From behind them, the headmaster’s eyes widened. Gabriel resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This wasn’t even the worst threat he’d heard from her this week.
“Well, it all started about two months ago…”
also ps: gabriel is my baby, my darling, loml, my sweet little angel if anyone comes for him I will make you wish you were dead <3
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pouringmeout · 1 year
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Getting fired upon
The police and mental health professionals all act like I am delusional and insane I am not and there is a large group of mafia and street hod types attempted to wound me severly and kill me with a gun that shoots through the wall and or ceilling with out making too much of a hole or sound in the wall.
It makes me like swiss cheese on a regiular basis and I usually spend my entire day and night with ice packs on my wounds and bruises, washing out whatever haz matt they shoot in my mouth, and also taking pills to stop the pain.
I am very ready to attempt an in person with the police to report active shooters from the "NOBODY" mafia.  As in "Nobody is shooting, nobody is breaking in while you're asleep, nobody is on the roof shooting you either,"
Standard to call these men and women who don't exist outside of the mob and intelligence community "NOBODY,"
I am scared for my life and JFK's assassination on the 23rd is always the hardest day of the year.
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softholand · 2 years
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hey! idk if im doing this right and you dont have to do this but "I always said I'd die for you." "I didn't think you meant literally." imagine this with like mob haz and holland reader that were childhood best friends and lost closeness bc they didnt realize they were both in the mob. protective but not asshole tom please
𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫
⤷ mob!haz x holland!reader, childhood best friends to enemies to lovers au, angst, blood, guns, the usual mob shenanigans
prompt: “i always said i’d die for you.” “i didn’t think you meant literally.”
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a/n: you’re doing this so right, anon !! in fact, i almost turned this into a whole one shot, that’s how much i loved writing it 🙈 ty so much for asking ♡
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You laid with your head on Harrison’s lap, his fingers carefully massaging your scalp, the sound of the rain steady against the glass windows, while you watched a movie at his house, a bowl of popcorn being shared between you two.
When a specific scene about a guy getting the shot that was fired at the girl came on, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Now that’s some bullshit! C’mon, no one would do this in real life.” You grumbled as the guy now laid on the floor, blood seeping through his clothes. “I’d die for you.” Harrison simply let it out, as if what he had just said wasn’t serious at all.
Getting up, you stared stunned at your best friend's expression, rolling your eyes with a laugh. “No, you wouldn’t!” You scoffed, getting back to your previous position. “Yes, I would! You're my best friend, y/n!” He said, stopping his movements. “That doesn’t mean you should die for me, Harrison!” You declared, making your best friend let out a frustrated groan. “Well, I would.” Harrison stated, “Okay, fine! Sure you would.” You rolled your eyes once again, giving up.
Harrison could only smirk at your sudden change of attitude, “You know what, I changed my mind. You’re too stubborn, I’d happily let you die.” He said, making you laugh. “You’re such an asshole, Osterfield!” You playfully hit him, earning a chuckle from the blonde. “Yeah, yeah… you love me!” He said, staring down at you with his beautiful ocean eyes. “You wish, Harri!” At that, it was Harrison’s time to hit you, both of your laughs filling the room.
“Hey, you ready?” Tom’s voice startled you, abruptly taking you out of your daydreaming. “Huh?” You asked, shaking your head to try and get rid of the clear image of your once best friend. “I asked if you were ready to go?” Your older brother repeated, to which you nodded, getting out of your rather comfortable position in bed.
Taking a couple of steps inside your bedroom, Tom asked the same question he had been repeating like a mantra the whole day. “You sure you don’t wanna stay? It’s not going to be a big deal.” You chuckled, putting your leather jacket on top of your blouse. “Yes, Tom! I’m sure, let’s go!” You exclaimed, walking past him and into the living room where the rest of your brothers waited for you.
“Oi, the princess is finally ready?” Harry let it out in a mocking tone, making you flip him off, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by your older brother. “Hey, behave you two. God, I swear I must have a place in heaven for having to deal with these kids.” Tom sighed, and you refrained from rolling your eyes.
“Okay, first of all, you’re only a few years older than us. And second, you really think you’re going to heaven with all the shit you’ve done, Tommy?” You asked, standing in front of him with your arms crossed and a proud smirk on your face upon seeing your older brother’s angry expression.
If it was one thing Tom hated, it was being called Tommy, especially by you, since you first started when you heard a girl he had brought home call him that. “In the car, y/n! Or I’ll leave you home.” His voice was firm, but he held a playful smirk on his lips.
When everyone was inside Tom’s car, he drove off to the abandoned warehouse, where your older brother had agreed to meet with some of his buyers, the ones who hadn’t paid your family yet, to be specific. After turning the engine of his beloved Porsche off, Tom suddenly stopped his movements. “What is it?” Sam asked, to which Tom held his finger up, a sign for you to stay quiet.
Taking a closer look, Tom furrowed his brow, “There’s more cars than there should be.” He said, making you roll your eyes. “They could’ve bought it?” You tried to reason, but he quickly shut you up, “If they’re not paying us, why do you think they’d have the money to buy a new car?” Tom stated and even though you hated to admit that he was right, you had to give him that.
“Sam, Harry, you two check the back to see if the place is clear while I go in. y/n, you stay in the car.” Tom’s words were firm, and this time there wasn’t a playful smirk on his lips. “What?!!! Why?!!!” You protested, to your brother’s distaste. “Because I said so! There’s something off here and I don’t want you involved if things go south.” Tom snapped, but you weren’t one to go down easily, you were a Holland after all. “Oh, so I’m just supposed to stay here and watch my brothers get killed?” You tried once again, but your brother wasn’t having any of it.
“No one’s dying tonight, and you’re staying inside this fucking car, do you understand me?” Tom scolded you, getting even angrier when you refused to answer. “y/n, do you understand me?” He pressed, finally being able to convince you. “Fine, I’ll stay here, for fucks sake!” You grumbled, crossing your arms, tearing your gaze away from him.
With that, the three boys got their guns ready, finally stepping out of the car, “Hey, I love you, ok? That’s why I do this, to protect you!” Tom whispered but all you did was ignore him. “Just… stay here! We’ll be right back.” He then mumbled before signaling for your brothers to go to the back of the abandoned building, while he made his way inside.
“Yeah, like shit I’m gonna stay here.” You let it out as soon as your brother entered, taking his spare gun in the glove compartment, before exiting the vehicle. Taking cautious steps, you made your way to one of the parked cars, if Tom wouldn’t let you help, then at least you could try and get some information about who was there.
Taking a closer look inside the vehicle, you noticed a picture hanging from the rearview mirror, gasping as you saw the familiar faces in the polaroid. Harrison, his sister Charlotte and their dog Monty laid on the floor of their grandparent's house, a place you once used to visit all the time.
You felt your breath get caught in your throat, fear of what could happen with not only your brothers but now Harrison inside the warehouse. Making your way to the door, you listened carefully, trying to make out what they were saying. “Well, it seems like we’re not the only ones not getting our money.” You heard Tom’s voice said, followed by Harrison’s. “Just give us the damn money Dexter, and we’ll all be on our way.”
You knew how risky this was, but you also couldn’t help your emotions anymore so, with your gun in hand, you took a couple of steps inside the house, the old wooden floor creaking as you did, letting all of them aware of your presence. “Y/n?” Harrison was the first to acknowledge you, your older brother immediately turning around at the mention of your name. “What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to stay in the car.” Tom scolded, his expression a mixture of anger and confusion. “I’m not a child, Thomas!” You groaned, taking a couple more steps in.
Sam and Harry, upon hearing your voice, also entered from the back, making the guy who owed you money draw his gun, aiming it directly at you. “Hey, hey, drop the gun now!” Tom warned, “I don’t have your money, Holland! Neither yours, Osterfield! So it doesn’t matter what I do next, I know the only way I’m getting out of here is in a body bag.” He whimpered, the hand holding the gun shaking like an old branch in the wind.
Too much happened in the next couple of seconds, you heard a shot being fired, another three following, and suddenly you were on the floor, in Harrison’s arms, but you quickly realized what he had done when you saw blood starting to seep through his white shirt. “No, no, no! Harrison!!! Tom, Harrison’s hurt!!!” You yelled, not even caring about the armed stranger anymore, your brothers had most likely killed the bastard anyways.
“Oh shit!!! Here, take this and press the wound, we have to take him to the hospital.” Tom cursed, taking his suit jacket off, before passing it to you. You did as you were told, pressing hard on the blonde’s wound, blood quickly covering both your hands and the piece of clothing. “Hey, look at me! You have to stay with me, ok? Don’t close your eyes!” You cried, feeling your voice tremble. “y/n…” Harrison whimpered, trying to reach his hand to your face. “Stop, don’t move! We’re gonna get you to a hospital, Haz! You’re gonna be okay, please, stay with me!” You pleaded, crying as he kept drifting in and out of consciousness.
It wasn’t long before Tom had burst into the old warehouse doors with his car, helping you carefully lay Harrison’s body in the back seat, his head resting on your lap, while he sped to the nearest hospital. Once there, the nurses put him on a stretcher, rushing to the surgery room where they stayed for the next hour.
“If you had just listened to me none of this would’ve happened.” Tom scolded you, while you sat in one of the waiting room chairs, your hands, and clothes covered in Harrison’s blood, whimpers leaving your quivering lips. “How many times do I have to tell you that what we do is dangerous, y/n? This is not a fucking movie, this is real life!” He kept repeating, absolutely fuming with your childish behavior.
You didn’t have the strength to fight back though, all you could do was cry, looking at your bloodied hands, thinking about Harrison’s almost lifeless body on top of you, his once blue eyes now covered by a grey haze. It was then that Tom seemed to finally notice your state of shock, cursing himself internally, before joining your side. “Hey, hey, look at me, I’m sorry!” He whispered, opening his arms, “C’mere!”
You cried in Tom’s arms, the guilt eating you alive, I mean, what would you do if Harrison died? It was your fault after all. “It’s okay, y/n/n! He’s gonna be fine, he’s a tough one.” Your older brother kept reassuring you, even though it did little to help your nerves.
It was a couple of hours later when a doctor came out of the room, asking for Osterfield’s relatives, making you and your three brothers all stand up. “He’ll be fine! The bullet did not lodge so we were able to remove it. He just needs some rest to heal now.” Their words made a wave of relief rush over your body, happy tears now cascading down your face while you hugged each one of your brothers.
“He’s anesthetized now but he’ll probably wake up soon. Does anyone want to see him?” The doctor asked, making all eyes lay on you. “Go on, I’ll call his mother and let her know he’s okay,” Tom said, to your surprise, since you knew how much he disliked the fact that you and Harrison were once best friends, seeing as he was from another mob family. “Okay!” You nodded, before being led to the room where Harrison currently was.
Upon entering, you couldn’t help but let a few tears slip, it was hard seeing the state the blonde was in, since you still felt guilty. The machines plugged into his body let out a constant “beep”, letting you know he was okay, easing your guilty mind. “I’ll leave you two to it.” The doctor said, before closing the door behind them.
Once you were alone, you held Harrison’s pale hand, letting all of your emotions out, “I’m sorry, Haz! It was my fault!” You cried, staying like this for a few minutes until you felt his hand squeezing yours back. “y/n?” His voice was hoarse, probably because of the lack of moisture since he had been there for hours. “Hey, you’re awake. Here, take this!” You held the glass of water to his lips, watching him take a few small sips. “Thanks!” He said, this time more clearly.
“What happened?” He asked, finally noticing he was in a hospital. “You were shot!” You informed him, before adding, “For me!” in a small whisper. “I always said I’d die for you.” He plainly let it out, making you even more stunned. “I didn’t think you meant literally.” You protested, watching his face contour in pain when he tried to laugh. “Well, clearly, you should have.”
You smiled, shaking your head at the boy in front of you, “God, you’re such an idiot, Harrison! Do you even understand the seriousness of the situation?” You asked, “Of course I do, y/n! You are… were my best friend and… and I love you, I couldn’t let you die.” The blonde admitted, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.
Getting up from the chair you were previously sitting, you leaned into Harrison’s body, reaching his lips, depositing a quick but firm kiss on them. “Thank you for saving me, even though I didn’t ask you to.” You said, making the blonde roll his eyes with a smirk. “You’re still stubborn as hell, I see.” He said, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips. “Uh-hum, and for your information, I love you too. Always have.” You smiled, and this time it was Harrison who collided his lips to yours.
It was only when you heard the sound of the door opening that you and Harrison let go of each other, widening your eyes upon seeing Tom entering the room. “It’s fine! I’m not gonna kill you! It’s not like this wasn’t bound to happen anyway.” He shrugged, his lips fighting to hold back a smile.
“Thank you, Tom! I love you!” You hugged your brother, kissing his cheek, before letting him go. “Yeah, yeah, whatever! Now, you better treat my sister right, or else you’d end up in a much worse situation than this, got it Osterfield?” Your older brother lectured the blonde, making you roll your eyes. “Tom, c’mon, seriously?” You groaned, making your brother laugh.
“What? I’m just looking out for you.” The boy stated, “Don’t worry, Tom! I promise to take good care of her!” Harrison said, reaching his hand out, interviewing your fingers, before leaning in to kiss you. “Ok, this is gross! I’m gonna head out! I’m glad you’re okay, mate!” Tom exclaimed while making his way out of the room, leaving you and Harrison sharing laughs.
“So…” Harrison said once you were alone. “So…” you repeated, the smile not wanting to come off your mouth. “You know this ain’t gonna be easy, right? Our families will not accept this without a fight.” He breathes, “Yeah, I know!” You mumbled sadly, but upon looking into his beautiful blue eyes, the smile made its way back to your lips, and even though you didn’t know what the future held for the both of you, you felt like it was going to be fine, as long as you were together. “You’re worth the fight though.” You stated, Harrison’s smile mirroring yours, before reaching for your lips once more.
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Mob!haz fucking you on his desk🥵
yes pls and thank you 😌 headcanons coming your way!
cw: mob!haz, fluff, smut (oral - f, public play, some playful slapping, unprotected sex)
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mkay SO
you come into his office to pick him up as he works late
and of course, he's all hunched over his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose as he reads the papers before him
so you put down your purse and sit on the edge of the desk for him, fingers carding through his wavy curls comfortingly
he turns into a puddle when you do that, resting his head on your lap with a deep sigh
but his cheek falls on a lacy material and he lifts his head to find his favorite nightdress underneath your coat
"you're wearing this outside the house now?"
"maybe?" you smile devilishly
"you minx," he curses, but kisses you on the knee before spreading your legs wide open
you quickly look around the mostly dark office through the glass windows
"is anyone else in here?"
"don't know. don't care." he pulls you in towards him and sucks a hickey on your inner thigh, marking a secret trail to a treasure only he knows the way to
he impatiently rips your panties off and licks you, hole to clit, like a starved man
first he fucks you with his tongue, all soft and sensual
letting you grind into his face and drown him in your arousal
but you need more
so he fucks you with his fingers
his long, beautiful, rough, impossible, amazing fingers *sigh*
he stretches you open and you're losing yourself in your pleasure, but even then, in your orgasm you still beg for more
"greedy little thing, aren't you, darling?" he rushes to unbuckle his belt and push down his pants
"don't be a tease," you giggle lazily, feeling the tip of his cock slap against your clit
"im not being a tease." he frowns, making a serious face but you know better
you playfully slap him on the cheek. "get on with it."
"imma make you pay for that." he gasps and bottoms out in one go
but you're a little shit, so you slap him once again
"get the fuck on with it."
and he knows what you're doing, he purposely goads you on as you land smack after smack on his pretty, "that what you want, baby? you wanna play rough? I'll show you rough."
then he lifts your leg up close and thrusts into you, hard and fast
you're crying out his name, not even caring that a janitor might walk by or an employee might still be around
he's filling you up and no one does it better than him
and really, there's no pussy he's ever fucked that will ever compare to yours
"fuck baby, im gonna--"
he rubs your clit like his orgasm depends on it (it does, but that's beside the point)
as soon as you feel him convulsing inside you, coating your inner walls with his release, you're gone
you're squeezing around his cock and sending him into overstimulation, moaning and groaning and bucking up into you
"if this is your way of getting me to come home... Fucking hell, it's working."
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t-hollanderr · 3 years
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Hi!! How would you feel about writing a threesome with Haz and Tom. Like the reader is there neighbor and one night while they’re drinking and hanging she lets it slip that she’s always wanted both of them!! You can take it from there!! :) :) :)
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You were just about to start a movie you wanted to see for ages now when a loud bang on your front door interrupted your actions. With a little sigh of annoyance you throw the blankets off your body and make your way over to the front door. As soon as the door swings open you are met by a set of ocean blue eyes.
"Hi Harrison what's up?" You give him a smile as you lean your shoulder on the door frame.
"Me and Tom are free tonight and wanted to let some friends come over but everyone is busy so we thought that maybe you wanted to hang out later tonight? We have drinks and stuff.." you could clearly see that the handsome boy in front of you was nervous. The way he truggled with his words and his fingers were playing with themselfs wasn't something he normally did.
"No sure i'd love to come over" you say trying to keep your cool, the truth was that the last five months of living here you couldn't help but form a huge crush on not only Harrison but also the one and only Tom Holland. At first you were a little shocked that they turned out to be your neighbors but soon you realized how chill they were and that even though they were famous they were also just boys in their early twenties discovering the world.
The first day of moving they helped you to get all your furniture in place, and now once in a while you would go over to their place or the other way around and have a cup of tea with some good gossip. So what else did you expect, to not fall for them? If you did you were extremely wrong, the two bestfriends from next door were on your mind twenty for seven.
You knew that probably nothing special would happen tonight, it never did when the three of you hung out. But nontheless you took a shower and did everything in there that made you feel nice and comfortable. After that you put on some comfy clothing and did your hair nice, but not too nice to make it seem like a special occasion. You were just done getting ready when the clock set 11:14 and you decide to head out, being a little late but classic late.
"Hey darling!" Tom opened the door with a wide smile on his face.
"Hi there how you doing?" You ask as you step inside to give him a hug.
"Great now you're here" he whispers in your ear. His words made your cheeks heat up but you just brush it off with a laugh as Tom closes the door behind you.
"Oi y/n!" Harrison greets you as you walk into the living room, he was planted on the sofa infront of the TV.
"Hi bud" you smile at him accepting the beer Tom was offering you silently. You go and take place next to Harrison, Tom takes the comfy love seat on your left. You're not sure but you might have noticed a little blink of jealousy in Tom's eyes as Harrison puts his arm around you casually.
"How was your trip to Atlanta?" You ask Tom while he was searching for the remote to put on some music.
"It was great thanks for asking, I actually have loads of great pictures as to show you" he threw the remote he has just found towards Harrison.
"You fix the music i'm going to show y/n some pictures of my trip" he grinned at his friend, he pads with his hand on the little space that's still left on the love seat, telling you to come over and sit next to him. You hesitate for a moment, enjoying the attention Harrison was giving you but you moved over nontheless, squeezing yourself next to Tom in the neat seat.
Tom brought his head closer to yours, his mouth only centimeters away from your ear as he swipes in his galary a bit, looking for the right photos.
"Look this is when me and Harry got absolutely pissed! I believe he kissed like three different girls that evening" Tom chuckled as he places his arm around you just like Harrison had done moments before except as his hand comes around you shoulder and starts playing with your hair a bit. You can feel your heart skip a beat but try to act as cool as possible.
"She is pretty" you say pointing at a girl who seemed suspiciously close to Tom in one of the pictures.
"Oh that's Sharon, don't worry I don't even know her just a random girl I met there" he says calming your heart rate immediately.
"Perhaps.." he says softly turning your head his way with his fingers placed on your chin.
"Her beauty if nothing compared to yours" he whispers, his eyes flikkering from your lips back to your eyes. Before anything else could happen Tom decides to stop the little moment you two had takes a sip of his drink and looks back at Harrison with a smirk on his face.
"Is it working?" Tom asks after still not hearing any music. "Yea mate wait a second I have it right.. here" one of (clearly) Harrison's Spotify lists starts playing and immediatly you feel yourself come to ease a little bit more, the music taking over your senses.
After a couple of hours the three of you are all absolutely smashed, alcohol running through your veins. The three of you sitting on the ground, your backs against the sofa.
"No you didn't lose your virginity to Ella wasn't it to Rosy?" Tom laughs slapping Harrison's chest in a playful way.
"Oh yes I remember! She was the one that was super loud" he laughs.
"Don't make fun of her for that!" You gasp as you throw a pillow towards his head.
"She isn't here to listen anyway so who cares" Harrison snorts throwing his head back in laughter.
"Doesn't matter it's still rude! I'm sure she isn't making fun of you to her friends either" you say taking another sip of your drink, the one you refilled for the millionth time.
"Why are you so offended y/n?" Tom smirks at you. "Yea why does it bother you that I called her loud? Are you maybe.. loud yourself?" The last line came out of Harrisons mouth in such a way that it made your thighs clench together.
You can feel your cheeks heat up and frown your eyebrows at the boys, mad at them for bringing you in such a position.
"No" is all you say, realizing you don't own them any explanation. Both the boys raise their eyebrows in suspicion.
Harrison and Tom look at eachother and like they make a silent agreemeent they both move a bit closer to you.
"Be honest now y/n, if you had to fuck one of us which one would you pick?" Harrison asks, his breath that smelled strongly of alcohol hitting your face. Your can feel your heart beating in your face, what were you supposed to say? Tell them that you have toutched yourself to the tought of both of them thousends of times? And not just the both of them, the both of them at the same time.
"What is that for stupid question?" You try to play it off. "Ah come on the question is not that hard who would you have rather make you cum eh?" Tom asks, his fingers dancing over you thigh.
"Do you want me to pump my long fingers in and out of your dripping pussy?" Harrison whispers in your ear, just loud enough for Tom to also pick up. "Or do you want me to kiss your plump lips while playing with your clit?" Tom whispers in your other ear, making your skin shiver in excitment.
"Both" the word is out of your mouth before you can even fully realize it.
"You want us both?" Harrison asks a little shocked.
"Yea" your voice is soft, almost like a whisper.
You feel Tom's fingers in your hair making you look at him.
"Are you sure you want both of us at the same time? You can also just chose one, don't get me wrong we do love a good threesom but we want you to also be comfortable" he says looking at you full of adoration.
"I want the both of you, please"  you reassure them.
Without another word being said Tom pressed his lips against yours and Harrison starts attacking your neck trying to find your sweetspot. A soft moan leaves your mouth as you grab Harrisons leg tightly.
Tom waves his fingers trough your hair and pushes your lips even closer to his.
Harrison's fingers crawl up your leg, from your knee to your inner tight. A tingeling sensation starts to for between your legs and only gets worse as the blonde's long fingers come in contact with the fabric sheelding off your pussy.
"Hmm" you sigh, letting go of Tom's lips and throwing your head back at the feeling of Harrison's fingers drawing circles on your clit.
"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" Tom asks with his left eyebrow raised and a smirk plastered on his face.
You've never ran up a staircase as fast as you did this moment. Tom was already in his bedroom, Harrison was holding your hand leading you behind him on the steps. As soon you and Harrison walk into the room Tom is already shirtless trying to undo his jeans.
"Hasty are we?" Harrison laughs.
"Shut it div" Tom rolls his eyes at his mate.
Harrison pulls you into his chest and puts his forehead against yours.
"You're so beautiful y/n" Harrison's minty mixed with alcohol smelling breath tingles on your face.
"So are you" you whisper before pushing your lips into his, they feel softer and a little bit bigger than Tom's.
You can feel his hands slide over your bum slightly squeezing it as he slips his tounge into your mouth, a moan falling over your lips into his mouth. You put your hands into his sandy curls and try to push your chest even closer to his if thats even pyschially possible.
"You guys having all the fun without me uh" you hear a raspy voice from behind you.
"Sorry mate" Harrison laughs.
"She just.. taste..so good" he says between pushing light kissing on your lips, making your heart flutter.
"Leave a little for me then" you can feel Tom's hands on your waist massaging it slightly.
"Can I take this off darling?" The brunette asks tugging at your shirt, you nod your head in concent.
Your shirt hits the floor and now you're just in your bra and pants, squeezed in between two fine men. One in just his boxers and the other -sadly- still fully dressed.
"How do you want us baby?" Harrison asks huskily. You can feel your face heat up, not really knowing what to say.
"I believe our princess is still a little shy hm? You want us to chose for you?" Tom asks, his voice as sweet as honey.
You just nod your head, not trusting your voice at this moment.
"We need words honey, you want us to chose what to do to you?" Harrison asks grabbing your chin to make you look him in the eyes.
"Yes, please do to me whatever you want" you say softly but just loud enough for them to hear.
A smug smirk spreads over Harrisons face and he looks up at Tom, it's like they're silently agreeing on something.
"Go lay in the bed baby, fully naked" Harrison says as he starts to remove his own clothing.
After you quickly got rid of your pants and underwear you crawl on the unmade bed. When you turn around you are met by the sight of Tom massaging his growing erection and Harrison taking off his last sock before he is also in just his boxers.
"Fuck baby you're so fucking hot" Tom growls.
"Can you play with yourself a little?" Harrison asks before moving closer to the bed so he is right by the footboard looking over your naked form. Tom quickly follows him as you start to play with your boobs, thighs clenching.
"Do you want us to eat that pretty pussy of yours?" Tom asks placing his hands on your right knee. You just nod your head, the feeling of Tom's big warm hand on your skin sending tiny shocks trough your system.
"We need words babe, your spoken concent" Harrison says as if you were signing a contract.
"I want to" you quickly say.
"Want to what?" Tom asks, testing your patience.
"For you to eat my pussy for god sake please!" You groan feeling your pussy throb.
Both Tom and Harrison laugh at your needyness before getting down at their knees.
They grab you ankles to pull you down on the bed until you're close enough for them to properly touch you.
"Look how wet she already is mate" Tom says quitely, full of excitment.
"Hmm such a good girl for us" Harrison tells you, looking into your eyes from between your legs.
Before you can even fully realize what is happening you feel Tom's lips licking up your slit, a loud 'oh' leaves your lips. You feel Harrisons hands run over your leg soothingly as he kissing your shins full of adoration his eyes closed, fully taking in the moment.
"She taste so fucking sweet bro" Tom tells Harrison, therefor taking his lips off of you for a second making you whine.
Immediately both their eyes shoot up to you.
"Oi is our little girl such a fucking slut? Can't even take a second without being toutched. Is that what you want? To be ruined?" You can see desire burn in Tom's eyes as he speaks out the words.
"Yes I want to be toutched by both of you please"
"Just know that you're the one who asked for it" Tom smirks. Without another word he starts to suck your clit again, this time you feel something poke at your opening. As you look down you see Harrison pushing one of his thick long fingers in.
When it is finally all the way in and starts pumping in and out rapidly concindering how wet you already were moans start to spill uncontroleable. The room is filling with sounds of pleasure and wet arousal.
Quicker than you could've ever imagined a knot starts to fill in your stomach just when Harrison entered a second digit.
"Fuck boys-" you say breathlessly.
"You're close?" Harrison asks, Tom not being able to speak concering he is still working his magic on your bundle of nerves.
You shake your head yes, your orgasm about to burst and than... it all stops.
Both Tom and Harrison back away leaving you hot and bothered.
"Wait no! I was so close, that's not fair" you protest.
"Don't worry" Tom says taking place next to you.
"We wanted you to save your precious cum for Harrison's cock" he winks at you.
"You're willing to do that? Letting Harrison rail you from behind while you suck the cum out of me eh?" Tom is making it sound as if he's asking the most normal questions in the world.
"please"
No other words are coming up in your mind, it still being fogged up by the pleasure you felt seconds ago.
"Come here on the floor with me sweetheart" Harrison reaches for you hand to help you settle.
Tom makes himself comfortable in front of you, his lenght right infront of your face, he is stroming himself gently to get (even more) ready for you as Harrison is busy putting a condom on himself.
"Ready?" You hear from behind you, feeling Harrison's hands on your waist and his dick poking at your entrance.
"Fuck always have been" you sigh as he starts entering you. He fills you up perfectly, hitting all the right spots right away making you totally forget about the boy infront of you.
"Fuck i'm happy you feel good babe but you can't forget about our Tommy now, make him feel good too baby" Harrison moans as he rails into you from behind.
Quickly you take Tom in your hands and spit on his tip, making your saliva mix with his precum.
"Such a good girl, making my cock all wet" Tom groans placing his hand behind your head.
You circle your tounge around his tip, dragging the wetness down his member slowly.
"No teasing" Tom growls making your pussy throb even more, you're pretty sure Harrison felt it as you can hear a silent laugh from behind you right as it happends.
Without a warning you take Tom into your mouth all the way, his hips slightlg bucking up.
"Fuck!" Tom screams throwing his head back, mouth opening slightly.
Just as you start deepthroating Tom, Harrison decides to pound into you even harder making your boobs bounce and vibrations of your moans making Tom even closer to orgasming.
"Shit y/n i'm about to cum.. litteraly any second i'm so oh-" Tom can't even finish his sentence as a hot bitter substance shoots into your mouth, coating your inner cheeks.
After swallowing you didn't even have a change to say anything as Harrison starts playing with your clit making your head fall on Tom's thigh.
'i'm going to cum!" You scream feeling the not in your stomach return once again.
"Yea dirty girl? You're going to cum all over my cock eh, you fucking slut.. taking my bestfriends dick in your mouth while I pound this delicious pussy... been dreaming about this for months- shit you close?" Harrisons dirty words make the coil in your stomach snap.
"Fuck fuck fuck i'm cumming omg" your legs start to shake, your eyes roll back and mouth opens in a silent scream as the most pleasureable feeling you've ever experienced comsumes your whole body. At the exact same moment Harrison releases in the condom, falling against your back softly making sure to not hurt you.
"Shit you two are so hot. Can't believe you're both all mine" Tom sighs while stroking your hair out of your sweat drenched face.
You liked the sound of that,
to be theirs.
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