#mob!haz

[jascurka]

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.

[mrs-hollandstan]

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!

-🌺

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. 

[theficpusher]

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.

[onlythebravest]

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.”

[surrowndedbylights]

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.

[sillykittycatsruledaworld]

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✝️

[lorettavallemx]

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=

[liberty-barnes]

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

[pouringmeout]

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.

[softholand]

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.”

words: 2.5k

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 ♡

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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[greenorangevioletgrass]

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)

***

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."

[fanficparker]

How to kill someone without a weapon--

[farfromharry]

summary: you force harrison to take a break to spend time with you and your son. 

mob!dad!haz x reader

w/c 639

Harrison was a workaholic. yes his job was dangerous, meaning he had to be alert at all times, but the man rarely left his office.

You were always trying to coax him out of there, sometimes sternly, sometimes in a flirty way, sometimes you’d even being your one year old to see his dad and hopefully guilt trip him, but nothing ever seemed to work.

One day you’d just completely given up, deciding you were putting your foot down and forcing him out of that office whether he liked it or not.

You knocked on the door softly, not wanting to outright start a fight with your husband if it could be avoided.

“Come in,” he announced, assuming it was one of his men coming to tell him about something.

You entered with a sweet smile, catching the eye of your husband who set down his paperwork to call you over.

“Hi, beautiful,” he said, stretching his neck to place a gentle kiss on your lips. You hummed, glancing down at the documents on the desk, weighted down by a gun carelessly thrown on his desk. “When are you going to come and join us?” you asked, getting straight down to the point of why you were here. He huffed, resting his head on your shoulder with a shy smile.

“I can't tonight, I'm really busy. I'm sorry.”

That wasn't good enough for you considering how little time he’d spent with you and Jack this week. He knew you were angry, hence the sweet kisses he placed on the skin where your neck and shoulder met in hopes of buttering you up.

He really didn’t want to piss you off more but he had to get back to the work scattered over his desk or he probably wouldn’t ever get it done.

“I have to get back to this,” he said, placing a kiss on the back of your hand before he tried to shoo you away. You shook your head, intertwining your fingers to try and pull him up from his seat. However the man was much too strong, not even budging from where he sat. “Y/N, please.”

“No,” you stated. He raised his eyebrows at you, watching the way you settled your hands on your hips. He bit back his grin, thinking now wasn’t the best time to point out you were giving him your typical scolding mum look, the one you claimed you didn’t do. “You’re going to turn your work phone off, and come and spend time with your wife and son.”

His jaw dropped slightly, not used to see this demanding side of you very often. You'd think with being a mobster that everyone would be scared to talk back to one of the most dangerous men in London, but not you, to you Harrison was a big softie who was just your husband and Jack's father.

“Fine,” he said. You watched as he made a show of turning off his phone completely and placing it in one of his desk drawers. You bit back a smile, rolling your eyes at his dramatics before guiding him out of the room and into your son’s nursery.

“Hello, baby,” you cooed, gently raising him up out of his crib into your arms. The little boy babbled happily, even happier seeing his Dad standing behind you.

Harrison grinned, leaning down to place a kiss on top of J’s head, the little bub reaching for his Dad, craving being held in his arms.

He, of course, had no problem scooping his little monster out of your arms, letting him tuck his head under his chin while he quietly whispered to the boy.

“See, isn’t this much better than work.” He rolled his eyes. He knew you were right, even though he hated to admit it.

“Much better.”

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Stress reliever H.O 

Requested: 24 & 75 with Haz 

mob!Haz

Books scattered along with your notes and stationery, laptop battery draining along with your energy was how you spent your Sunday evening. If it wasn't for your damned exams you would have been out clubbing or simply waiting for your boyfriend to come back from work to cuddle.

Just like you, your boyfriend too was a very busy man, being a mobster wasn't easy and you understood that; besides, your books kept you company. You had no idea for how many hours you had been studying and neither did you care, you had to finish tonight, even though it meant to pull another all-nighter. But unfortunately your boyfriend had other plans for you.

"Hey lov-" Harrison was cut off seeing the sight of his girlfriend in sweatpants and his hoodie a messy bun, drumming the pencil on your book trying to concentrate. Slipping off the coat he came and sat beside you on your bed, snaking his arms around your waist, peppering kisses on your shoulder and trailing up to your neck, "Hey," He whispered, but you didn't give him the attention. "Y/n! Take a break." He dragged your name and begged you.

"I'm almost done," you placed your palm on his cheek and reassured him. But Harrison had his fair share of interrogations and he knew you were lying, the bags under your eyes said so, "One more chapter."

"Nope!" He announced and began to close your books and laptop keeping them aside, "You're taking a break now, and I'm not taking no for an answer." He stood up and put his forward signaling your to give yours. "Come on, I got a surprise for you!" He beamed.

"Haz!" You protested, but they were all in vain as Harrison was already dragging you out. He had his hand over your eyes as he led you to your 'surprise'. "Okay, open 'em!" He said, coming to a stop. Fluttering your eyes open you saw a small picnic-type set up in the backyard, surrounded by candles. Your hands flew to your ever wide mouth as you gasped softly. "Do you like it?"

"I love it!" You said as threw yourself at him as he chuckled and almost loosing his balance. "Shall we?" You nodded. It truly was perfect, Harrison really knew how lighten you mood and so far he was doing great, he had your favourite food and you felt like all your worries had gone and it was only you and Harrison in this moment as you laid on the bedsheet, gazing at the stars and laughing to your hearts content.

"Thank you Haz." You smiled and pecked his lips as you walked back to your room.

"You deserved it, my little nerd." He laughed.

"Haha." You rolled your eyes and mocked him, getting under the sheets as a yawn escaped your mouth. Harrison began to undress and went in for a quick shower, when he came back he saw you already asleep looking adorable as always. A small smile crept upon his face as he got in bed and arms around you placing a soft kiss on your forehead, letting sleep take over him.

And as if last night's surprise wasn't enough, he decided to wake up before you and get you breakfast in bed. Balancing the tray in his hand his opened the door and placed it carefully on the bedside table. Sitting beside your sleeping figure he started to pepper you with kisses all over your face till you woke up giggling at his antics. "Morning, sleeping beauty," He cooed, "I got you breakfast!" He placed the tray in front of you, his famous pancakes and a cup of freshly brewed coffee to start the day. "What would I do without you?" You shook your head and pulled him in for a kiss as he laughed into the kiss, when your kiss was interrupted by Harrison's phone.

"Sorry, love duty calls." He winced.

"It's okay." You smiled.

"Good luck on your exam, you're gonna ace it!" He encouraged, kissing your forehead and dashing out the door, you sighed feeling less stressed, ready to give your exam thanks to your boyfriend.

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