#stephs 300

Oh boy do I.

first off, shameless self-promo, here’s my masterlist, I write a lot of haz

*means a series

*The Switch by @the-claire-bitch-project  (NSFW) 

*The Art of Pretending by @h-osterfield

*For the Sake of the Show by @hazsterfield

*Side Effect by @urbanhaz

*The Montreal Problem by @hollandorks

The Ghost of You by @hazsterfield

I don’t share by @peterrrparkour

Soulmates by @h-osterfield

So I had a lot more than this at first and then my computer crashed so I had to restart but these are some of my faves!

Let’s do this

let’s be honest

he’d go over the top

huge tree

trees

more than one obviously

all decorated

in whatever theme he’d decided on that year

he’d have christmas cookies around whenever the staff would actually okay okay with baking them

he tried to get them to bake in mid november

they thought it was way too early

so he agreed

reluctantly

he decorated one tree himself

the most important

the one the two of you kept in the corner of your room

the two of you would decorate it yourself

not caring about the theme

just pure

almost childish joy

in the tradition of decorating with no pattern or specification

as it got closer to christmas

you’d find him looking at the gifts you’d placed under your tree

“tom what are you doing”

“uh nothing love”

he was scrambling to stand up

“you have to wait Tom”

“i know”

christmas day

he’d let everyone have the day off

on the one condition that they all ate dinner together

which none of the staff would deny

tom was never rude to them

neither were you

you both knew all of them

and finally

finally

you and tom would head upstairs

he’d seem kind of antsy

“tom you can open the presents now”

“no love it’s alright i want to be here with you”

“tom. i know you want to. just open them”

You’d seemed off lately, to say the least. After Thanksgiving, Tom had noticed how down you’d been. You hadn’t been able to see your family for Thanksgiving and found out earlier in the week that you wouldn’t be able to for Christmas either.

Thank you! Heres some super late cop!Harrison stuff for you anon!

The light in front of you turned green, you slowly pressed on the gas and accelerated. There was a honk behind you. It was as if time slowed down, screeching tires and shattered glass sounded far away, like echoes. The bits of tempered glass that fell around you told you that they weren’t. It was from your window  You automatically sheltered your face with your arms. You hit the brake on instinct and felt the car spin slightly. Your head went back and hit the headrest behind you. 

Once everything had stopped  you looked over to the passenger side, the window was shattered, glass flooded the front seats of your car and the A-pillar was dented in, cracking the windshield. You turned off the car, pulling the keys out the ignition. With shaking legs, you got out of the car and went to inspect the exterior damage. You wiped at your eyes, when had you started crying? 

A woman ran up to you and asked if you were okay. You nodded. Everything else that she said blurred together. You thought you heard something about her having called the cops but you weren’t  really listening to what she was saying. The guy from the other car got out. His air bag was blown and his legs visibly shook. He wobbled over to you mutter apologies. You could hardly hear over the ringing in your ears that seemed to crescendo do a deafening volume before disappearing after a moment. Sirens wailed seemingly from all directions until you heard them stop a bit in front of you, sirens off, lights blinding you, even in the broad daylight. 

Someone brought you over to an ambulance and sat you in the back, they checked your eyes and started to patch up a cut. You felt your head pound gently. While you were sitting there a cop came up to you. 

“Hello miss. I’m just here to take a statement from you. If you feel up to it of course.” You nod. His name tag read ‘Osterfield’ across it, it took up most of the space on the fabric. “Do you have your license on you?” 

“Uh yeah I should hold on” you search through your bag, the paramedic leaned back from you, mildly annoyed that she can’t continue her work. You hand him your license and registration, he takes down your info and hands them back to you. He runs through the basic questions: what happened; how fast were you going, were you texting or using your phone, were you under the influence. You answer everything truthfully. 

“Alright then. That’s pretty much it” he dots the end of what he was writing dramatically. “Just need one more thing is all” he clicks his pen and puts it away. 

“Hm? What’s that?” 

look i get the appeal but i don’t know how much i trust tom cooking