#they’re so littleee

[medeaaa]

Asked my art teacher what he didn’t like about the piece I was working on (since he sort of recoiled from it when he first saw it) and he said the first thing he thought when he saw it was that she (the drawing) had a very big nose.. gonna scream 👍

[mateoluvr]

hii! can i request a jealous!gekko x gn!reader where he does a bunch of physical touch in front of the person who's a littleee bit too close to the reader as a way for him to show that the reader is his??

thanks if you take the request!! your gekko writing has been an amazing gift to feed my gekko brainrot <3

a/n: hello!! thank u for requesting i saw this at like 2am around my time last night and quickly just finished it just now- hope u like it!! ( sorry there might not be that much touching from him in there ;_; ) but i'm glad i've been able to feed ur brainrot <3

gekko/mateo x gn!reader

wc: 1k

you were invited to one of your friend’s parties and the invitation let you have someone of your choice tag along with you. of course you asked your boyfriend come along with you, since the two of you were inseparable. 

[ y/n ]

hey mateo!! wanna come with me to my friend’s party today?

[ mateo ]

yeah sure bebé!! what time?

[ y/n ]

i think it starts around 8 does that sound good? 

[ mateo ]

yep it does! just let me know the address later, i’ll ttyl my break just ended, te amo <3

[ y/n ]

love u too!! <3

so later that day after you both got off work, you both went home since you decided to meet up there first. after you took a quick hot shower to ease yourself, you changed into worthy party attire after searching deep into your closet. when it was time to leave, you got into mateo’s car and he drove you two to the party. on the drive there he was complimenting on how nice you looked.

“mi amor, you look amazing.” 

“aww.. thank you teo you’re too sweet.”

when you both arrived at the given location your friend gave you, you could already see the vibrant lights through the window. as you were about to ring the doorbell, your friend opens the door on coincidence.

“oh hey y/n!” 

“wow.. that timing, I was just about to ring the doorbell.”

“there’s a delivery that’s supposed to be here any minute so i’m going to wait outside, feel free to go on in.”

your friend scoots over to the side, and you hold onto mateo’s hand as he guides you both through the door. once you stepped foot in your friend’s household, you were greeted with blasting music. you could basically hear it everywhere throughout the house and it made it feel like the walls were made of paper. 

“god, it’s so loud in here.” you complained, but you looked at mateo, but he had the opposite reaction to yours. he was full on grooving with the music, which was kinda cute to you.

“yeah it’s kinda loud, but I dig it.”

your friend came back with the food delivery she mentioned earlier and set it out on the long countertop near the kitchen. she offered you and mateo to help yourselves, but you turned down the offer since you weren’t hungry yet. mateo on the other hand, was slightly hungry but since you weren’t eating he didn’t either. so he just offered to grab a drink for the both of you and nodded.

“i’ll go grab some drinks for us, you stay right here, okay cariño?” he says, patting your head.

“don’t worry I’m not going anywhere,” you gave him a thumbs up, as he slipped through the crowd of people, and before you knew it his vibrant green hair was no longer visible.  

you decided to sit by a nearby couch and scanned around the room, you had a tad bit of social anxiety. you sometimes attended parties, but have never been to one this packed. you suddenly hear someone sit beside you, and you turn thinking it is mateo.

“welcome back- oh.” the smile on your face quickly fades away.

“hey there,” the unfamiliar individual greets you.

you glanced at the man, breaking eye contact instantly not knowing what to say.

“what’cha doing all by yourself?” he questions as he slowly checks you out.

“oh i came with someone, they’re just away for a bit.. he’ll be back soon.”

“doesn’t matter ‘cause he’s not here so..” he coos, as he leans towards you.

you scoot all the way to the end of the couch to get away from the creep. but he still proceeded to inch closer to you, too close. mateo witnesses the whole ordeal and his grip firmed on the cups in frustration; nearly crushing them.

why the fuck was this guy that close to you? he thought to himself.

he immediately barges in before anything too serious happened. he aggressively set the drinks down on the side table to free his hands. then he places his hand on your shoulder, and you turn around from the sudden touch; relieved to know it was your boyfriend. mateo glares at the man, unhappy that he was trying to make a move on you. 

“hm? and who must you be?” the stranger asks as he notices mateo's appearance.

mateo stays silent, and took the opportunity to sit right in between you and the guy with the space that was left on the couch. his eyes still locked onto the man, mateo’s arm slowly finds its way around your shoulder. he tugged you towards him, and you could see one of the man’s eyebrows arch in confusion on what he was trying to prove.

“does this not say enough?” 

“doesn’t excuse you leaving ‘em all alone like that.” 

mateo gets tired of his bullshit, so he gently touches your chin so he doesn’t hurt you, and pulls you in for a kiss. it surprised you a bit since it was so sudden, barely got to process what was happening. you just went with the flow though, it ends up lasting for a few minutes with the guy staring with a blank face. as you both pull away, mateo emphasizes his feelings towards you to grab his attention.

"te amo mucho y/n," he boldly blurts out in front of him.

“get the memo now dickhead? they’re mine. vete de aquí.” mateo says in assertively which ends up making the man scurry off. i mean, mateo was never the type of person to get mad, so it was a bit scary to see him this way.

mateo’s face slowly grows a grin, as he watches the man run off into the sea of people in defeat.

“thank you.. that guy was a total creep.” you sighed slumping onto his shoulder. 

“anytime bebé, i wasn’t about to let his hands on you. only mine can.” 

“someone’s jealous! but, i think we both knew that already.” 

“maybe a tad bit.. oh and the drinks are to the side, sorry the cups are kinda crumbly.. i mayhaps nearly crushed them.” he points to the cups on the table to your left.

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it teo.”

“let’s just never go to a party again.. don’t want any more men near you.” he mumbles as he holds you close to his chest.

you giggle, agreeing with him as you weren’t that fond of attending parties too. you just made an exception since your friend was the hostess. 

“you wanna just go home and maybe.. watch a movie and cuddle?” you suggest as the party wasn’t too enticing to you.

“sounds like a great idea, that way no more men can pry on my y/n.” he jokes, eliciting an eye roll from your end.

[kikikakapo]

What do you think about thunder storms? I think they’re really pretty and I love watching the lightning but the wind blowing everything over can be really annoying

i think theyre fine, i like when its all gray and dark and the thunder and lightning are really cool (i get a littleee bit nervous with the thunder lol) but im not a big fan of all the rain since everything gets all wet and also it can and does cause slips near us since nz is so hilly lol also the wind makes me a bit nervous since it can blow over trees onto our stuff (we’ve actually had to cut down a few around us since there was a risk of them falling on our house or our garage) also fun story, one time after a big storm i think, i was on a walk with my sisters and mum and we were about to walk under this big teatree that hung over the road but my mum got this bad feeling and yelled at us to move back and then there was a crack right before the tree immediately fell and wouldve fallen on me or my sisters if we hadnt stopped so yeah overall thunderstorms are fine and pretty cool but theyre a little risky for me

also i usually wake up in the middle of the night and have trouble going back to sleep when theres thunderstorms, i guess because of ancient instincts that lots of rain means cave flooding or something lol

[luvhughes43]

agreeing with the last anon bc girl bffr, yes jack was kept in the dark about the baby but let's not ignore the fact that he did get another gf so quickly. like man did exactly what you were scared of, pls get a grip✋🏻🤨

she’s a littleee delusional but she fr thought he abandoned her and their daughter so at least he’s showing up!

they’re not getting together for awhile tho so there will be plentyyyy of time to talk it all out

[comixandco]

waiiiiit, now you made me think about other thing.... so, let's assume mermaids can get pregnant in human way right, but their child then has to be a merperson, because how would then a mermaid transform, if she turns into literal water... i can already imagine a pregnant mermaid and a baby with a littleee tail inside her LMAOOO.

no, actually, when mermaid transforms, the baby teleports to the backrooms /j

this goes sooo deep i just sought out a couple episodes of mako mermaids bc i remembered the guy was adopted and like. babies have to be brought up in that discussion right? And in the episode the teacher mermaid says “your mother was the only mermaid strong enough to stop you from getting your tail” which implies that????? they’re born without tails????????? How long are they babies with legs do the mermaids give birth on land and then return to the sea and their babies get tails then? do their tails slowly form as they grow older? if they have to become human to give birth why is it so unheard of for the mako mermaid girls to go on land for their mission? have they never seen any merbabies? there are canonically mermaids younger than them! And why does the h2o wiki refer to one of the characters as coming from a long line of mermen are mermaids not involved in the process do mermen get pregnant like seahorses????? why did they have to make mako mermaids and make everything so confusing?????? *cries*

putting mako mermaids aside because that’s a hot Mess. Would the baby also turn into water? it wasn’t in the moon pool but it’s parent was and the moon pool changes a person’s entire dna so like. it would change the eggs dna as well right? but the egg is only half of the dna and there would also be a human half that shouldn’t respond to water at all. does the mer dna overpower the human dna? would onlookers see a random tiny foetus floating in the air/water for a split second before the mermaid reappears around it?

yeah the baby goes wherever cleo’s coat went in the second episode

[mangoposts]

https://www.tumblr.com/mangoposts/751869324106547200/damn-madi-moved-out-im-literally-21-and-i-am

anyways, i feel like the triplets are drifting from laura n madi, like they’re definitely still close with madi but like seeing her hanging with them less and with other people, and now with the moving out and stuff, it’s making me a littleee sad like i’m sure they do still see her but we’re so in the dark about it since she stopped being in vids

i’ve also seen some stuff saying their change in content and schedule seems like they’re kinda doing their own thing recently in terms of like managing? idk but i kinda love it

This is true

[bcofl0ve]

the only real problem i have w/ kaia is her blind view of the privilege she has in hollywood. she said in an interview that her acting career / a lot of her modeling career is all due to her. i’m sorry but having cindy crawford as a mom def helps get ur foot in the door. and her acting in ahs is pretty horrible so i can’t imagine she had to audition for that role and blew away the producers.

(also the age difference is still pretty weird to me too. like a 21 year old dating someone in their 30s-what so they talk abt)

to be fair she did say that in terms of modeling who her mom is helped, she just kinda lost the plot a littleee when she started talking about acting/hollywood being ‘different’. though i will go back to what i said when that interview first came out: re her heart being in the right place. unfortunately yes people in the industry will still hire nepo babies even if they’re assholes. but in a very hadestown ‘to the world we dream about and the one we live in now’ way i appreciated kaia’s optimism re: thinking that should not be the case 😅 and i think it’s good that she’s cognizant of the fact that being kind/easy to work with etc should matter more than her last name. i think in a world where a lot of nepo babies are divas she isn’t one. thankfully.

that turned into a tangent LOL my bad and you totally don’t have to agree with my take on it, i will be the first to admit i have a soft spot for her and it comes through 🫣. and i do actually agree about the age thing. i try not to veer into that too much on here because i think the discourse gets repetitive, and kaia is an adult who can make her own decisions. but 20/21 is so young. even if she is an “old soul” like she says she is/actually seems to be in some aspects that make her and austin getting on well make sense to me. i joke that the affection i feel for her is very motherly and i’m only 2 years older than her! (turning 23 next month)

i think a part of why the age gap doesn’t squick me out so much is because i think austin is a genuinely good guy. which does make me biased i guess. but if she’s going to date someone a decade older than her in hollywood- thank fuck it’s him.

[babypinkhearts]

Hi, I’ve been binge reading you’re work and let me tell you they’re *chefs kiss*.So, I have this idea but I can't write to save my life so I was wondering if you could do a steampunk or sailpunk au where Ash lynx is a fallen angel or something of that sort who was captured by Dino. Y/N is a mechanic and she fixes dinos ships or mechanical things falls for ash and is unsure of what to do. so he ends up escaping with her with the help of shorter. they get separated somehow but in the end gets married or get together or smthn???

Idk I’m blabbering at this point feel free to ignore this ask!!

Also stay safe and hydrated 🤗💕

hello hi!!! thank you so much, hearing that people enjoy my writing gets me so freaking happy :)

disclaimer: i had to look up what steampunk and sailpunk au’s were, as i admittedly have never heard of them, but-

i love this idea!!! i don’t think i’ve written any au’s at all on my account, so bare with me please 😅 this took so long to write and i think i went a littleee off track, but i really do hope you like it :)

pairing: ash lynx + fem!reader

warnings: verbal and physical harassment, vulgar language

“what?”

“the main sail has a tear in it. dino wants it fixed by morning.”

your eyebrows rose high at the response, scoffing in disbelief.

“i’m over-qualified for that shit. have one of the other guys sew it or something-“

in a flash, arthur pulled the collar of your shirt, lifting your feet off the ground in the process.

he leveled your eyes to his, narrowing them.

“if papa dino asks you to do something, you fucking do it. don’t act all high and mighty, i’ll shove that pride right down your throat.”

with that, he forcefully let go, watching as you fell on to your back.

you placed your hands behind you, lifting half of your body up as you sent him a glare.

arthur had always aggravated you. you weren’t exactly a “new” member to the crew, though the aggressive rivalry between the two of you did not diminish despite how long you knew each other.

without a word, arthur stepped over you, walking away, his posture seeming triumphant while you laid on in the floor in loss.

sighing, you shook your head as you got up, dusting off your pants.

dino golzine didn’t terrify you. he was your employer - you had the chance to get away if you really wanted to.

though, income was good and he provided you with a place to stay. there was really no reason to leave.

“y/n! heads up!”

immediately, you looked up, your hands instinctively reaching out as a crew member threw you a box.

“needles and thread!” he called out, pointing at the box from above. “dino says it ain’t gotta be perfect. just make sure the wind isn’t goin’ through.”

glancing down at the materials you now carried, you nodded up at him.

as soon as he turned away, you rolled your eyes, huffing as you adjusted the box in your arms and beginning your walk to the main sail.

truth be told, a long tear ran along the bottom.

dino wanted it fixed by morning?

this looked like it’d take you at least a few days.

pursing your lips and eternally sighing once more, you opened the box to begin your work.

but, the commotion behind you halted your movements.

your body quickly whipped around, eyes widening as you noticed nearly the entirety of the crew huddled in one circle.

quickly rushing over, you pushed through the crowd, popping your head through every gap in attempt to see what was in the middle of all this noise.

dino’s men always caused havoc among the ship - though there was something particularly wrong with how they were reacting this time.

there were whistles, laughs, hollers - all behavior you had endured when first being recruited.

it sent a train of unwanted memories down your head, and you winced as you attempted to cycle your mind back to reality.

a harsh shove against your rib lunged your body into self-awareness, and you once again peeked through the men standing in front of you.

and when you saw him... it was hard not to utter a sound a shock.

those wings...

they were real.

all those myths the men kept on the ships - the tales they told during the long winter nights-

the angels were real.

he glowed in the sunlight, just how they described in the books.

he was beautiful as well - his skin was flawless.

but, what was the crew doing with him?

why was there rope around his hands and torso?

his wings were restricted.

he looked to be in pain.

you glanced around, hoping to find a sane person on board.

but, everyone was smiling. laughing, even.

they pulled him with the rope, mocking him and treating him as some sort of animal.

the crew as individuals didn’t scare you. but now, as they huddled as one, you couldn’t find the power to say something in objection to the way they were treating this poor angel.

you stood quiet as they pulled him away, the ghost of your hand reaching out before they hauled him on to the deckhouse.

the door shut loudly behind them.

—

you couldn’t tell what time it was.

at least, specifically. you knew it was the early hours of the morning. the sun had yet to show.

your hands were cramping and you felt exhausted.

but the important part - the tear on the sail was nearly patched up.

you knew your body was begging you for a break, though your determination in keeping the job was at the top of your priorities.

and so you continued to sew.

“y/n.”

you quickly turned around, your eyes locking on to arthur’s.

beside him, the angel, his hands still adorned with the same rope.

the rope looked tasseled now - as if a struggle was made.

you felt sick.

“take care of him while you’re up here. make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

and with that, he pushed the winged boy in your direction, walking away.

you stood still, your eyes to the floor as you tried to avoid looking at the being in front of you.

you didn’t even want to imagine what or what they were planning on doing with him.

though, now with instructions given directly to you-

if the boy were to flee, you’d end up dead the next day.

“it looks like they have you captive, not me.”

your head snapped up.

the boy had taken a seat, his back against the wall as you looked up at you.

there was a hint of amusement on his face.

you masked the surprise on your face at the sound of his voice, shaking your head at him.

“i-i’m sorry. i promise i’ll help you the best i can, just...”

you trailed off as you noticed him begin to shake his head.

“they’ll kill you, i think both of us know that much.”

he was blunt with his words.

you didn’t reply, the silence giving him your answer.

you could feel his gaze still on you.

it could be comparable to a hawk’s.

“how did you... end up here?” you hesitantly asked, your eyes glancing to the glimpse of white feathers behind his back.

up until this point - you didn’t think the tales they told around the world of fallen angels were... true.

though, the boy in front of you proved your beliefs wrong.

you watched as he visibly relaxed against the wall, his blond hair momentarily falling in his eyes before he shook his head, the pieces moving away.

“i was out exploring, actually. this-“ he rose his arms to show the rope around his wrists. “wasn’t intentional.”

you blinked, nodding as you processed his words.

exploring... could that mean there were more of his kind out there?

you hesitated for a moment, gathering the courage to continue to talk to him.

his presence alone was admittedly intimidating.

his stare didn’t feel threatening by any means, but it made you nervous to know he was watching your every move.

you didn’t have a malicious plan for him. you wanted to help him.

you hoped he could tell that much.

quietly grabbing your needle and thread, you rose your sore arms to continue your sewing job.

glimpsing at the boy, you took of small breath.

“if you don’t mind me asking... what’s your name?”

there was a small moment of silence, up until you realized he was waiting for you to look toward him.

you matched with his eyes, the green’s of his seeming calm.

it was comforting to look into his eyes.

“ash.” he finally replied.

ash.

he suited the name, you had to admit.

“you suit the name.” you spoke out your thoughts, sending him a small smile. “i’m y/n.”

ash nodded, his eyes following your skilled hands as you quickly pulled the needle in and out of the sail.

you could feel his gaze fall back on your face.

“y/n, why are you in a place like this?”

you stopped.

glancing to ash, you sent him a look of confusion.

his question was sudden - but he seemed genuinely curious.

you didn’t say a word as he stood up on his feet.

your body didn’t have an ounce of fear or adrenaline in it. like it knew he couldn’t hurt you.

he stood in front of you, his eyes peering down at yours.

your body didn’t move when he rose his tied hands.

your body didn’t move as they moved forward toward you.

your body didn’t move when he placed his hand right over your heart.

“this,” ash softly spoke, his voice low. “is where people like me can tell who we can trust from your people.”

he slightly pulled away from you.

“you’re a good person in a bad situation. leave this place, it’ll do you no good.”

you placed down the sewing materials, furrowing your brows at him.

his words took a moment to settle in your mind, though confusion plagued the thoughts immediately.

“why are you telling me this?” you asked, shaking your head with a sigh.

ash shrugged.

“natural duty, i guess.” he replied, motioning back to his wings, a reminder that the two of you were not the same.

your eyes followed, looking to the soft feathers.

“so, out of your natural duty, what should i do?”

you could see his lips slightly perk up as you repeated his words.

“i think,” he softly spoke, his eyes looking toward the sky. “when i escape, you should leave as well.”

you were quiet, mind swirling as you thought of the bad outcomes that would bring.

“i have a friend coming to get me right now. from there, i can help you out. i normally don’t help humans, but please believe me when i say this won’t end well for you.”

his words brought out implications that scared you.

the question - what could end up bad? sounded idiotic, even in your head.

there were a dozen things you could come up with on the spot.

the men on this ship were ruthless.

yes, you had the right to leave whenever you wanted-

but what would make them stay away from you?

with a small nod, you breathed out.

“okay. i believe you.”

—

an hour passed as the two of you conversed.

it felt like five minutes.

the angel in front of you felt like an unironic blessing.

he was beautiful in every form.

“he’s almost here.” ash announced, his head resting on his arms. he was sat criss-cross, you mirroring his posture.

you had managed to remove the rope from his limbs, the two of you hiding out behind barrels on deck.

for a moment, you had wondered why ash needed a friend to help him escape.

he had wings, you thought.

but after cutting the rope around them, you knew he was in no condition to fly.

the rope was tighter than you had originally thought.

so tight, to where it tore into his wings.

ash had assured you they would heal, but the uncontrollable wincing he had done was enough to tell you his pain was nearly unbearable.

“there.”

ash nudged your shoulder gently, his finger pointing toward the sky.

the gasp that left your mouth was unintentional, your eyes widening as the figure above began to get closer.

a male that mirrored the same wings as ash waved with a smile, his gaze also landing to you.

“ash!” he called, chuckling in disbelief. “you made friends with a human?!”

ash smiled at the sound of his voice, shaking his head. “just shut up and help me.”

the boy laughed, landing on the deck quietly.

“shorter.” he greeted, waving to you.

you smiled, waving back. “y/n.”

shorter copied your expression, walking behind ash.

he grimaced as he took a look at his wings, his hand gently running down the most injured one.

“yikes, they got you good.”

ash rolled his eyes, waving him off. “yeah, yeah. just hurry up.”

shorter nodded, and you watched with wide eyes as the injuries seemed to minimize in a flash.

five seconds, you counted.

5 seconds and all the wounds were gone.

“pretty cool, right?” shorter turned to you, grinning.

astonished, you nodded, too shocked to say anything.

shorter, amused at your reaction, giggled.

he pat ash on the back, hand ruffling through the feathers. “alright bro, you’re good to go.”

ash nodded gratefully, sighing in bliss as he stretched out his wings.

you watched, memorized at the beauty in front of you.

angels, you would never get over it.

“let’s head out.” ash announced, suddenly standing up, his being glowing as his body was now completely healed.

shorter glanced to you, silently asking - “you’re coming?”

you didn’t miss how his gaze dropped down to where your heart was.

ash was telling the truth.

you nodded at shorter, a sense of happiness washing over you as his expression became one of excitement.

“awesome! ash will carry you, i’m sure.” shorter looked to his friend. “otherwise, i don’t think you’re too fond of walking the plank out.”

ash gave you a thumbs up, nodding.

“yeah, but just hold on tight.” he teasingly spoke, wrapping your arms around his neck.

you nodded at his words, chuckling. “just please don’t drop me.”

you could vision the smirk on his face.

“i’ll try.”

[trentaafcsblog]

I don't know if you're taking requests, but, maybe one with the England nt boys and Hendo fathering over them, maybe them doing something for him in the end? I remember seeing Mason say Hendo is the dad of the group and fathers day has just hit me with the vibes. P.S your work is amazing

It started off as a joke that he was the dad of the group because he’s one of the oldest, but now he really is the dad of the group thanks to his protective instincts coming out at every opportunity, always asking the boys if they’re okay and if there’s anything they need before he sorts himself out, and so it’s only right that on Father’s Day he’s treated to a little surprise, “happy Father’s Day, dad” Mason’s laughing as he hands Hendo a card that all of the lads have helped make, a poorly drawn version of him on the front and love hearts all around it, “oh and we’ve got you a present too” Jadon’s saying as he passes him a box of chocolates wrapped in toilet roll because they couldn’t get hold of any wrapping paper, “thanks my babies” he’s teasing, giving a couple of them a hug, “only fair that you share them with your sons though” Mason’s saying as he nods towards the chocolates, Hendo quickly realising that these grown men are taking the whole dad-son thing a littleee bit too far

[contrabandhothead]

Hi! I saw your post about requests! :) could I get some BOB head cannons of what it’s like to date them while also being is easy company? :)

I’m so so SO sorry this took so long, and I hope you like it 🤞🏻also, I couldn’t do all of them because school has been keeping me very busy. If you want to send another request, and i’ll do more for you when I have time 💕 Enjoy!

Dick Winters

generally very private about his relationship

mom and dad™ of easy co. 

 i want to say that he puts you on his team during missions, but i feel like he thinks it’s unprofessional 

so he probably puts you on a team with someone he trusts and that he knows won’t take unnecessary risks *cough cough* Speirs *cough cough* 

doesn’t mean he doesn’t get worried though 

give this man a massage please, he’s stressed af  

you’d never want to jeopardize his position though, so you’re generally okay with it 

however, sometimes you get a little lonely 

Dick notices this and tries to clear out a slot in his schedule in order to spend some quality time with you 

treats you like any of the other men, except when you’re alone

king of stolen kisses behind crumbling walls before a battle

very healthy relationship overall 12/10 would be an amazing father 

secretly wants to get married when the war is over 

i’m not saying he definitely proposed on V-E Day but he definitely did it 

cries at the wedding, especially since it’s been so long since he’s seen you all dolled up because of the war 

also cries because he’s finally getting to marry the love of his life 

drunkenly told Nix at his bachelor party about how amazing you would look at your wedding and then went on and on about the specific shade of your eyes

S I M P 

Nix never lets him forget it 

Lewis Nixon

this man 

let’s be for real here 

he has NO idea how to display affection at all, especially because of his past 

so he does what any rich boy would do 

showers you in gifts that you don’t need 

it’s not that you’re ungrateful for them, you just wish he would understand that you don’t love him for his money 

i feel like everyone forgets that he’s lowkey rich 

can’t relate Nix

he will buy you anything he sees you look at for more than a second

always has them delivered by some random Private 

the men tease you RELENTLESSLY for it 

“hey Y/N, what did that overflowing wallet buy you this week?”

“Shut up Tab”

is always worried about you 

especially since he usually isn’t on the battlefield since he moved to staff

you’re fine 

you can definitely handle yourself after Sobel’s training what a fucking dick

takes you out on small simple dates when you guys actually have weekend passes 

the guys always help you get ready for your dates (they see you as a little sister it’s really cute) 

Ron Speirs 

this man 

oh wow 

the flavor 

never really got to see you until Dog Co. was basically absorbed by Easy Co. 

definitely thinks he’s not good enough for you 

when you first introduced the Easy Co. men to him, they thought the exact same thing (they changed their minds after a while though) 

REASSURE THIS MAN. EVERY. STINKIN. DAY. THAT HE IS GOOD ENOUGH. 

P L E A S E 

secretly is a cuddle monster

will 100% sneak into your foxhole to cuddle and will slit anyone’s throat that mentions it 

this man has arms and legs like an octopus when it comes to cuddling 

will pull you back into his arms even if you need to use the bathroom and will not be letting go 

steals you pretty things for absolutely no reason (Ron, no) 

the man is like a freakin magpie

the men of Easy Co. grow to like him more when they realize how happy he makes you and how he doesn’t hurt you 

he actually values their opinion on your relationship a lot

he knows Easy is like family and you’re like the younger sister 

doesn’t show it though 

pushes you away when he feels insecure 

jealous™

surprisingly domestic 

Carwood Lipton 

wholesome but to the max™

you’re both so in love i feel like i’m going to throw up rainbows

signed up for the paratroopers together

i feel like Carwood is the type of person to marry his high school sweetheart 

so yeah, you guys are that™ couple

best aunt and uncle of easy co. 

Lip worries about you just a littleee more than the other men 

he’s just a worry wart in general 

almost threw hands with Sobel once when Sobel insulted you 

he will not stand for anyone insulting his gal 

isn’t as private as Dick is with his relationship, but is known to hide it from superior officers other than Nix and Winters

aka Sobel

was 100% willing to get kicked out of the infantry to defend you from Sobel 

thinks a lot about how good of a mom you’d be, especially when he sees you caring for the men

is also a cuddler, though not nearly as clingy as Ron

just a loose arm to tuck you into his side, especially during Bastogne 

prefers having you on his team, not only because he cares about you, but also because he admires your skill and accuracy 

you’re a damn good shot, and he’d scream it from a mountain for all to hear 

so proud of his gal 

George Luz

you’re either the jokester and the stoic couple, the shy kid and the jokester couple, or the jokester and the jokester couple 

there’s no in between 

cracks terrible jokes just to see you smile 

still tries pick up lines even AFTER you two are dating (even the guys shake their heads)

you two are the entertainment for easy co. let me tell you 

you’re also the only person that can get George to shut up 

you must thank him in kisses he takes no other currency 

clingy baby™

it’s like dating a 12 year old boy sometimes 

he can be so immature but it’s kind of endearing at times

everyone is immediately accepting of your relationship because it just makes sense and you’re both good for each other

wants a hug and a kiss even if you’re just leaving the dining hall to go to the bathroom 

just give the man what he wants or he’ll pout all day until you kiss his cheek 

you guys once had a match of how long you could ignore each other once 

he was surprisingly dedicated 

but he broke 

he snapped like a twig after everyone went to sleep

he dived into your foxhole and begged you to talk to him

he kept snuggling closer to you until you talked to him again

Joe Toye 

rough on the outside, soft on the inside  

brings you flowers when he asks you out (surprisingly very traditional and respectful when he asks you out)

everyone has a good time when Toye is with you, he loosens up a lot more 

loves when you pet his hair and he can just stare up at the stars while laying in your lap 

he’s just as bad as Speirs when it comes to cuddling 

a cuddle bug but won’t admit it 

actually might be worse than Speirs when it comes to cuddling because he can actually sneak into your bunk while you’re sleeping 

also wants to fight Sobel when Sobel insults you and actually almost threw hands 

he almost got court martialed and was 2 steps away from getting up in Sobel’s face before Guarnere and Luz stopped him

hands down the dumbest thing he has ever done 

you were so mad at him for it 

you didn’t talk to him for a week 

you felt bad because he was always giving you those puppy dog eyes from across the dining hall 

Joe gets teased by the guys for being sweet on you  

“at least I got a broad! the rest of ya’ can’t really say that much.”

will not hesitate to let you win during arm wrestling 

he’s not allowed to arm wrestle with you anymore because the guys know he’s just letting you win 

you’re his #1 fan during arm wrestling 

look at those arms tho

Joe  Liebgott   

y’all thought Toye was soft 

OH BOY 

the way Joe acts around you is definitely bullying material for the other guys 

Lieb drinks respect women juice 

thinks you’re so cool 

would probably walk up to random people and be like “that’s her. she’s my girlfriend. can you believe how lucky i am?” 

thinks it’s so cute when you show off your brand new jump wings to him

you just looked so excited 

he wasn’t even staring at the wings when you started rambling about how happy you were, he was just making this stupid in love face

definitely grabbed your face and kissed you hard after that 

he wants SO many kids???? 

ya know those lists that lots of girls have on their phones and it’s just a bunch of future baby names??? that’s Joe 

this man has 8 names

4 girls names and 4 boy names 

he plans to use every name 

just wants to live the domestic life with you after the war 

will freeze his ass off and take your watch just so you can get some extra sleep 

another cuddle monster (they’re multiplying)

whispers really cute things in german to you until you fall asleep

has also almost fought Sobel for shit he said to you 

David Webster 

you help him fit in more with the other guys 

please teach him the art of socializing  

yes, the men have stolen his journal to read all his terrible poetry about you

still gets shit for it to this day 

shares his chocolate bar with you 

longing stares but from across the room 

doesn’t actually take you out until the war is over because he wants to do it right dammit 

has little to absolutely no relationship experience

please teach him 

or better yet, struggle with him and get made fun of by all the guys 

they actually accept Web more now that he’s with you 

cuz Easy Co. loves you 

sends letters all the time when he’s sent to the hospital 

everyone teases him that he acts like he’s more likely married to Liebgott than to you

you’re the only reason the men will stop teasing him 

definitely more badass then him 

you radiate boss energy and that’s what easy co. likes about you 

especially Web

everyone’s like “that’s my girl!”  

and he just smiles in the corner with the rest of them 

Bill Guarnere 

DID I SAY SOFT??? 

S O F T 

weak for his girl 

arm wrestles just to get your attention (flexes all the time for pete’s sake) 

also wants like a gazillion children and talks about it constantly with Liebgott

this man wants an army of little Italian kids 

no one makes fun of you or Guarnere for his actions to get your attention because they don’t want his fist in their face 

people who have almost punched Sobel for making fun of their girl: let’s add Guarnere to the list 

you didn’t ignore him, you just told him off for being an idiot 

if i could describe it, he sulked like a puppy that got told no more treats

so proud of you when you get your jump wings 

probably makes a toast about it at the celebration 

he was so drunk but it was so cute

literally will do anything for your attention 

chugging three bottles of whiskey so Y/N will pay attention to me??? pass the bottle bitch

not a massive cuddle monster but enjoys PDA and the occassional ass slap

probably has slapped your ass in front of company before

this boy has no morals smh 

don’t worry, you get him back though 

Frank Perconte 

worry wart but multiply it by 1000x 

is always bothering you to brush your teeth 

not because he’s scared your breath stinks, but because he cares about you and your oral hygiene 

now gets bullied about oral hygiene and his relationship with you 

ft Skip. “oh Y/N, take me away my princess. did you brush your little pearly teeth??? i would never want your perfect smile to be ruined.” 

Skip has been chased multiple times around Toccoa for this behavior 

will fight anyone that thinks you’re not a good shot 

is amazed how good you are at darts (knows you’re better than Buck) 

does share a foxhole with you 

is NOT part of the monster cuddler club because he knows when to stop 

has not arm wrestled for your attention but will if so needed 

always needs attention

whiny 12 year old boy P.2

sometimes it’s like you’re dating Luz as well 

Luz has purposefully third wheeled before 

yes, you heard me 

ON PURPOSE

likes spontaneous dates 

would fight Sobel for you but isn’t stupid enough to almost do it 

Buck Compton  

realized he had heart eyes for you before his old girl broke it off with him

WAS RELIEVED WHEN SHE SAID SHE WAS DONE WITH HIM IN BASTOGNE 

the other Easy men were like “dude, what the hell are you waiting for. GO GET YOUR GIRL!” 

let’s you win at darts 

is also stupid and needy enough to arm wrestle for your attention

actually wins though 

wants you to kiss his guns (absolutely not sir) 

jealous and protective 

jealous af around Winters 

gets teased a lot about it by the other men

but they can see why he’s insecure about it, Winter’s could sweep any girl he wanted to off her feet

indeed a cuddle monster 

will only share a foxhole with you in Bastogne 

no one else

radiator of heat and thus a good cuddler though 

will only let you make fun of him without repercussions 

wants you to move in as soon as the war is over

always demands to be in your unit during an attack

will keep you safe at all costs (and one of the reasons why he got shot in the ass again) 

Floyd Talbert 

THE ABSOLUTE SWEETEST BABY 

 people use to bully Tab for his condom shipments

now they bully him for the way he acts around you 

tough guy??? no. absolute stick of melted butter when around you 

thinks you’re a saint 

so does the rest of Easy though, so I guess it doesn’t matter

they had everyone from Easy give him a pep talk just to ask you out (Trigger even barked at him) 

he was actually worried you would reject him 

no one will ever reject that man lol it doesn’t make sense

not necessarily a cuddle monster

DEFINITELY A PDA MONSTER THOUGH 

likes when you sit on his lap 

can’t explain it, it just makes sense

will also arm wrestle for your attention 

will honestly do anything for you 

you need me to bring you Jupiter in a jar??? 

sure babe I’ll be right back 

has specific pet names for you 

his favorites are buttercup, angel, and beautiful

Babe Heffron 

P U R E 

does not get bullied for being in a relationship with you because everyone loves him

not a single person in this company, including you, would hesitate to sacrifice their life for that replacement 

whines a lot to you when you don’t give him attention

will arm wrestle for your attention and loses

has not had the chance to fight Sobel before but I feel like he could if he wanted to 

will tear Dike to shreads if he even mutter one hateful word against you 

cuddle monster #2323293

enjoys being the little spoon and the big spoon while in the foxhole 

shares his food with you during meals 

will not hesitate to get shot in the ass for you 

also will not hesitate to get shot for you in general 

is like an angry 6 year old baby when you don’t pay attention to him

is known to give the silent treatment when you’re too busy to talk to him for days

MAKE TIME FOR HIM DO IT NOW 

wants you to meet his Ma in Philly after the war 

has many hopeful dreams that include you after the war 

will only share chocolate with you and Gene

give him a hug, even when he says he doesn’t need it

Eugene Roe 

HOLY SWEET JESUS 

FIRST OFF 

NO ONE IN THEIR GODDAMN RIGHT MIND WOULD EVER MAKE FUN OF YOU, ESPECIALLY AROUND DOC

this man has so many pet names 

he is not afraid to use them on the battlefield, especially if you’re bleeding out because he’ll know you’ll answer to them

“darlin’, mon amour, ma mie, ma belle, ma chérie” 

 please stop Gene, it’s embarassing but also like don’t stop

get us a defibrillator his heart stopped while he was looking at you and we need to do CPR NOW-

thinks you’re the most beautiful girl ever

is not dumb enough to arm wrestle for your attention

he just makes this grumpy or upset face and you catch on quickly 

he’s also not dumb enough to fight Sobel

BUT HE WILL FIGHT ANY SOLDIER WITH THE AUDACITY TO INSULT YOU 

is always worrying about you

especially in Bastogne 

always jumping into your foxhole to check for any wounds

probably lost his sizzuhs that way

always has extra bandages just for you 

treats you with tender care

Donald Malarkey 

THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER

NOT EVEN SKIP HAS THE HEART TO MAKE FUN OF YOU 

is not dumb enough to fight Sobel for you 

doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to punch him though 

is dumb enough to arm wrestle for your attention 

it lowkey depends on the day though 

i mean 

he doesn’t need to arm wrestle for you to admire his arms 

like, have you seen that gif of him taking of his shirt???

loves cuddles in your foxhole but is not a cuddle monster

he’s a big baby when he gets tired

loves it when you take care of him 

has definitely fallen asleep once on your shoulder during watch 

would run up Currahee with full gear 3 times just to see you smile

he needs a hug. give him one now. 

likes to rest his chin on your head 

also wants you to move in (and maybe get married) after the war

treats you kindly, but he’s still a sarcastic little shit 

kiss his muscles

that was literally so long i can’t believe i finished

[buckley-diassz]

b r o k e n  h o m e

So, I have had an obsession with this goddamn song and these boys and I finally wrote a fic rec. It’s a l i t t l e angsty and I apologise but they have a cuddle pile so that makes it a littleee better. 

t.w. mentions of abuse / mentions of homophobia / mentions of anger (if i forgot any please don’t be afraid to tell me and I’ll add it)

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated (: - Eli x

Link to AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30240900

b r o k e n  h o m e

When the boys first heard Broken Home, the emotions were fleeting not really hearing what the lyrics were saying, too distracted with catching up on twenty-five years of music and exploring different genres and vibes.

So the second time they heard it, they heard it. Alex, Luke and Reggie were sat in the studio, flicking between albums when the opening notes rung out.

They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out. They would hope they would pray, they were waiting it out.

It struck a nerve with Reggie, remembering all the nights he’d be curled up on his windowsill in his room, head between his knees willing, praying, hoping it would stop. The three of them were miserable and his parents were dancing around the word divorce. It was like they got a kick out of fighting, throwing the nearest object at each other, the wall, the floor and hell even Reggie if he got in the way. It was exhausting.

Holding onto a dream whilst they’re watching these walls fall down.

Reggie scoffed to himself, it’s ironic really. What was his dream? The band succeeding was his dream but also his parents finally acknowledging that they need out? Him finally getting his out, packing his bag and running and feeling at peace? Reggie just wanted a safe haven of his own, the boys made him feel safe of course they did, they were his family in every way but blood (despite Luke’s insistence on becoming blood brothers). His own bedroom just made him feel trapped, suffocated and alone. He found no comfort in a place that should have been strictly his own.

Sharp words like knives, they were cutting them down. Shattered glass like the past it’s a memory now.

Alex. Alex was taken right back to the moment he blurted out he was gay. That night he had had enough. School was ramming up the pressure with exams nearing, the band was practicing relentlessly and then his parents were on his back about brining home a nice girl and he, quite simply, snapped. The silence that followed was deafening. His mother’s fork clattered against the porcelain plate and she looked at him like he was a stranger. Alex’s dad, well, he’d never seen his father look so angry. The grip on his glass of whisky tight, the whites of his knuckles a stark contrast against his flushed skin. His eyes no longer had a warmth to them, they were stone cold and unfamiliar. The moment broke when his father smashed his glass against the freshly polished table and stood abruptly from his chair sneering at Alex. Now Alex wasn’t delusional, he knew that him coming out wasn’t going to be a fairy tale moment but he would’ve never expected it to be like this. His father cursing him, calling him every slur he knew whilst clutching onto the gold cross hanging from his neck. His mother not moving a muscle but her face was a picture of a thousand words. Her red lined lips agape, blue eyes glistening with tears, and an incredulous expression etched on her features. His father’s fist slammed on the table “Look at me when I’m talking to you Alexander,” a gulp, “there will be no more talk of what happened here tonight, you will finish your dinner, you will help your mother clean up and we will be going to church first thing in the morning.” It’s safe to say, Alex did finish his dinner, he did help his mother but he did not stick around to go to church the next morning.

Holding onto a dream. Whilst they’re watching these walls fall down.

Whilst the chorus rung out, the boys wordlessly gravitated towards one another seeking comfort, touch, familiarity. It’s quite something. They didn’t have it good but listening to this song, right here, in this moment solidified that they were never alone. Never.

Wrote it down on the walls, they were screaming it out.

From the moment Luke could hold a pen he was scribbling on walls – the lounge, the kitchen, the bathroom. Emily wasn’t amused but he was just a child and who could resist those big doe eyes, even then. But as he got older, there’d be notes pinned to the fridge or his bedroom door. There’d be pieces of screwed up paper littered around the house with chord progressions or lyrics. And his bedroom wall was covered in records, lyrics and posters of his favourite artists. Music was streaming through his veins. So this line really hit Luke. His parents regretted buying him that guitar because there was a constant reminder that they could have prevented this. They could have stopped this nonsense. The sheets of paper everywhere with words scribbled on them, the late night strumming when Luke should have definitely been asleep and, ultimately, Luke running away and never coming back. Music was Luke’s reason to live (and the boys), every fibre of his being screamed it he put every ounce of himself into each lyric he wrote, song he sung and chord he played. But Mitch and Emily. They didn’t understand.

Made it clear, they’re still here, are you listening now? Just a ghost in the halls. Feeling empty, they’re vacant now.

Luke felt light he’d just been sucker punched straight in the stomach. Unsaid Emily. When Julie took that to his parents, for the first time, he was heard. He was valid and it was clear. It was laughable really, stood with Julie, pouring every emotion into that song but they couldn’t hear him. Just a ghost in the halls.

All the battles, all the wars, all the times that you’ve fought. They’re the scar, they’re the bruises, they’re the pain that you brought.

Those lyrics echoed in Reggie’s mind. He remembers what his grandma told him before she passed about how his parents were never in a good place and believed that by having Reggie, it would help. So that no, it wasn’t Reggie’s fault that his parents were the way they were. Reggie could count on both hands how many nights through high school his parents either didn’t fight or didn’t know if they fought because he wasn’t home. They’re the scar – Reggie is a constant reminder that having him wasn’t going to fix anything, it wasn’t going to make any anger or resentment fade away. They’re the bruises – temporary but painful to touch and look at. Another synonym for Reggie’s relationship with his parents as he got older. They’re the pain that you brought – the pain of their marriage falling apart at the seams day by day and hoping a child would somehow fix that. Except now Reggie is all of that pain.

There was life, there was love. Like a light and it’s fading out.

When Reggie was younger he was loved differently. His every need was doted on and when his parents fought, he wasn’t around for it, his grandma would swoop in and take him or ice cream or to make sandcastles on the beach. But as he got older, he became more independent. When things got tense, he’d take himself out for ice cream and a walk along the beach. He’d lock himself in his bedroom with his journal and a box full of memories of his time with his grandma. As Reggie got older, the love faded. It was there, but the love wasn’t the same.

Hey mom, hey dad. When did this end? Where did you lose your happiness?

Reggie’s parents were never happy, not truly. Their happiness was lost way before Reggie came along.

Luke’s parents, on the contrary, were happy. They didn’t lose their happiness with one another but, instead, they lost it with Luke and his ‘unambitious and silly little dreams’.

Alex’s parents, they were a little more complex. Were they happy? Perhaps. Where did they lose their happiness, the night Alex came out as gay.

I’m here alone inside of this broken home.

And they were. None of them had siblings that they knew about. When they parted ways after school or band rehearsal they’d be on their own, inside of their broken homes.

Who’s right, who’s wrong. Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain’s still there.

In Luke’s mind it was so messed up. He thought about his family and how’d they wanted better for him, better than ‘some rockstar Luke, you know what it’s like the drugs, the drink, who knows what you could get messed up in’. He thought of Reggie’s parents, who fought about anything and everything just because. And he thought of Alex, Alex who never really had a relationship with his parents after that night.

I’m here alone inside of this broken home.

The boys clutched to each other tighter. Tears were falling, sniffles could be heard, and shoulders were shaking. They knew in an instant that any one of them could reach for the remote and just turn it off and stop this entire thing. But none of them wanted to. It was strangely cathartic and almost necessary. All of these emotions were raw and to them it hadn’t been twenty-five years since they went off to Hollywood to chase their dreams, it was mere weeks. They’d never actually spoken properly about these things. There was the fleeting comment or remark but nothing substantial. Nothing like this. Not for a long time.

You’ve gotta let it go, you’re losing all your hope. Nothing left to hold, locked out in the cold. You painted memories then washed out all the scenes. I’m stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams.

And that was it wasn’t it. They’d been holding onto these toxic and damaging thoughts for years. Alex had to leave behind the fact that he couldn’t hide himself anymore that even though his own parents didn’t accept him, his brothers did. Luke had to just accept his family were never going to realise that this wasn’t just some silly little dream, this was his choice and he thanked Julie every day that she was able to give his parents a piece of that. And Reggie, Reggie had to let go that it wasn’t his fault, that he wasn’t a burden but he was loved and cherished more than he’ll ever know or understand. A nightmare and lost dreams. Maybe at one point their lives felt like a nightmare they could never wake up from and that maybe they were never going to get their ‘big break’. But it was temporary, just like the scars, bruises and pain – it’d fade eventually, and they got their time.

Alex, Luke and Reggie sung the last chorus the best they could with their hoarse and scratchy voices – they poured every emotion they felt into that final chorus. The three of them huddled together on the armchair together. It took a long time for them to realise that home wasn’t a physical place but a feeling. And although their ‘physical home’ was broken. When they were together, that was home and it was far from broken, it was their constant. They could do anything because they were Sunset Curve. Tell your friends.

[dragimal]

Longform Audio Creepypasta Recs

hey TMA fandom! as a new TMA listener but looooongtime creepypasta fan, I find it rly cool that ppl who aren’t into horror are getting into TMA! I’m hoping this will help bring fresh blood (hah) to the horror fandom, so if you’ve realized that you rather like audio horror but don’t know what else to look into, I’m here to recommend my favorite longform creepypasta narrations! 

this is far from an exhaustive list of long creepypastas, but I just want to introduce some of the stories I consider to be the best of the genre. and while I’m just reccing longform in this post, there are plenty of short one-shots I could rec if anyone wants to ask me abt a specific theme/Entity or even a specific ep of TMA (there are several MAG eps that brought me straight back to a specific creepypasta or two, lmao)

also, I’ll just be linking to MrCreepyPasta’s narrations b/c I’m heavily biased so I mostly listen to him, but there are plenty of other great narrators out there like CreepsMcPasta, CreepypastaJr, etc. (most of their names are variations on a theme asdfgh). and if u just want the text version of any of these, every video I link has a link in its own description back to the original text posting of the story

THAT outta the way, here are my recs! I’ll try to remember all the trigger warnings I can, but keep in mind I tend to be p hardy to most horror content, so there may be some things that slip past simply b/c they don’t register to me. also it’s been a minute since I’ve listened to some of these, so some have updated or I may have just forgotten some aspects. I’ll also update this if ppl find it useful and I find more good long pastas~

Penpal (2.5 hrs, complete)

op recounts some of their odd experiences as a child, all of which stem from an elementary school project involving a pen pal. as he recalls these experiences, a horrifying picture of his past begins to emerge...

easily my favorite pasta of all time-- and that’s saying something, considering there are some damn good recs here. it’s one of the first I read so long ago, and few have come close to what this one made me feel. op does an incredible job of capturing the nostalgia and childhood wanderlust of youth, and the last few lines of each chunk of the story hit like a goddamned truck-- esp "Friends”, I cry like a baby every time, it just.... hits something tender in me...

TW: stalking of children, subsequent kidnapping and child abuse at the end (and while it’s not necessarily *confirmed*, heavy implications of child sexual abuse, for that last bit). implied cat death. some graphic description of the victim of a hit-and-run

Search and Rescue Woods (~5 hrs, ongoing?)

op recalls several of the strange and disturbing experiences (their own and quoted from coworkers) of working search-and-rescue for an unnamed national forest in the US

y’know that feeling u get when u see photos lawn chairs just sitting at the bottom of the ocean? even if there’s a perfectly good explanation for why they’re there, it’s still haunting b/c it feels wrong to see them there, in that context? that’s basically this entire assortment of stories-- the obvious example being the stairs, of course, but even a lot of the human elements feel so out of place and wrong. if you’re a fan of Spiral-type horror w/ a hard edge of Stranger, this is the story for u

TW: generally clinical but graphic descriptions of mutilated bodies. use of the r-slur against an nd individual (it’s during a story that the main character is quoting from a different one-off character, so it thankfully only happens the one time..). child death, in certain stories. some wild animal death

Borrasca (2.5 hrs, complete)

Sam moves to a small mountain town with his family after his father’s job relocates them. he hears some spooky legends about the town, but doesn’t think much of them... that is, until his sister disappears. as Sam and his friends dig deeper into the town’s history to find any clues to his sister’s disappearance, they begin to realize there’s something deeply deeply wrong with their quaint little home

I’ve always loved horror that’s ‘mundane’ enough to be done by regular humans, but vague enough that it could actually be supernatural, under the right circumstances-- and this is one of those mysteries that keeps u guessing until the VERY end. my mind felt like that Pepe Silvia corkboard meme the first time I listened to this, I was losin’ it. this is also prolly one of my favorite examples of MCP’s talent as a narrator, b/c he adds in his own subtle foreshadowing with his voicework, and it blows my mind every time I listen to it again

also worth mentioning there’s a (3.5 hr) sequel! since the horror/mystery is basically done after the first one, the sequel is mostly suspense/thriller and character closure. if ur just here for the horror/mystery and the gut-punch of that first ending, then the sequel isn’t necessary. but if you want more closure for our dear sweet cast who deserve so much better, then by all means!

TW: the ending involves heavy sexual abuse (involving underage girls, no less), part of which is graphic. like I know I joke abt having to take breaks after reading emotionally exhausting stories, but I genuinely had to take a couple days of recovery after this one-- and that’s from someone who’s p hardy to all kinds of graphic content. do NOT take this warning lightly if this is a sensitive topic for you

Tales From the Gas Station (10 hrs for free, otherwise ongoing)

Jack works at a gas station at the edge of a middle-of-nowhere town. Strange things happen at the gas station-- bipedal deer stopping by for a drink, dark gods leaving vague messages, fingers growing from the ground out back, sudden lawn gnome appearances-- All just a part of the daily grind, right?

so if I wanna be totally fair, this is more a rec for Night Vale fans than anything (tho the TMA/WTNV overlap seems to be p significant). the comedic, nonchalant tone taken towards everything supernatural and horrific is p much 1:1 WTNV. I’ve genuinely cried laughing at some of the fuckshit that happens, esp anything involving Jerry. not to say that GST doesn’t have its heavy-horror moments, but the frequency is more comparable to Night Vale’s approach-- dark comedy definitely takes center stage, here. tho this also varies by the POV-- the “Finding Vanessa” arcs are told from the perspective of a more serious character, so the heavy parts are far more frequent and hit a lot harder

as for the time estimate, here’s where it gets a littleee bit complicated. the first version was put out for free, and read for free by MCP (among a few other narrators). this came out in several different parts, and the one video I linked above has compiled *most* of volume 1, but not the Halloween story, featured here. HOWEVER, the author has taken a second go at v1 and beyond, which is currently ongoing and available to buy as books or audiobooks ALSO narrated by MCP!

as for deciding which version to listen to, I’ll just try to describe the differences here. the first version was written entirely via Jack’s online forum posts, which were subject to more direct reader interaction and Jack’s scatterbrain. thus, the first version leaves a LOT more details up to reader interpretation/theorizing, straight up doesn’t have or explain certain plot arcs yet, and is very disorganized in terms of timeline all due to Jack’s canon memory issues. this all, personally, made it v fun and silly to follow, but I’m aware that’s not for everyone. the second version is written from a more standard first person narrative from Jack’s perspective. while Jack’s memory issues still make him an unreliable narrator (often *upsettingly* so in this version), the actual narrative is far more organized, complete, and easy to follow. the fun thing is that the first version can still be considered canon material to the second version, as Jack references making those very forum posts within the second version narrative. so, personally, I consider the second version to be the core cohesive story, while the first version is supplemental, fun material that provides more context for a few of the strange bits that happen in the story (like Jack’s ‘secret admirer’ makes more sense if u’ve listened to the first version). either way, the second version is the only way the story is going to continue (as far as I’m aware), so if you’re ONLY going to listen to one version of the story, listen to the second version

TW: for the first version, there are some uncomfortable jokes/implications at certain points-- associating villains/assholes with fatness and/or personality disorders is unfortunately a running theme, and a few off-color jokes are made abt some of Jack’s conditions (general mental health and his brief use of crutches). there’s also a point at which it’s implied that a specific one-off arc is a ploy to rape Jack, tho nothing actually comes of it beyond awkward scheming (but just in case, that story is specifically “Death at the Gas Station” at the very end of that long compilation, if u wanna skip it). for the second version, I believe the author was made aware of these issues and either straight-up removed or fixed most of them in some way. there’s just one point where an intentionally-questionable character uses the g*psy slur, and a few points where a regular commenter on Jack’s forum posts has w*ndigo in their username

in terms of gore for either one, uhhh maybe some descriptions of injuries? body horror? this one’s a lot harder to call for me, b/c the comedy softens the blow on a lot of the horror

Accounts From a Lonely Broadcast Station (5 hrs, ongoing)

Evelyn is the new voice of a small mountain town’s local radio station. her job is to take calls, play music (ALWAYS play the music), and broadcast emergency warnings whenever the fog rolls in from the surrounding forest. pretty standard stuff. she tries to make the most of it-- if only that damn crow with human eyes would stop watching her...

this one’s similar to Gas Station Tales with its heavy reliance on dark humor, but it takes itself a bit more seriously, with a more even split b/t genuine horror and comedy. also MCP brings in wonderful extra voice talent w/ this one, I RLY love Evelyn's va ;w;

TW: graphic descriptions of mutilation and body horror

My Friend Has Been Living in an Alternate Reality (4 hrs, complete)

op’s eccentric friend, Clint, turns up on op’s doorstep unannounced after several years missing. Clint vanishes again just as abruptly, leaving op with a journal detailing a horrifying, dangerous journey that’s almost too bizarre to believe, yet...

so this one’s more like an action/thriller with horror garnish, tbh-- very exciting and suspenseful! I love the weird, apocalyptic world Clint describes in his journals, and the societies that have cropped up around these hostile circumstances

TW: graphic descriptions of mutilation/injury

My Name is Lily Madwhip (~8 hrs, ongoing)

Lily Madwhip sees things before they happen. they’re usually horrible things like deaths and injuries that she wishes she could prevent but often can’t. at least her best friend-- an angel possessing one of Lily’s dolls-- is around to provide advice

this one’s from the perspective of a little girl, and it leans into dark humor enough to soften at least some of the more traumatic moments. Lily’s young enough that she’s somewhat removed from the full gravity of the deaths around her, but the fact that it’s happening so frequently at all seems to be warping her perspective towards death to be more... casual? is that the right word? it’s just a rly interesting perspective to see for horror. also we’ve got another rly great guest va here for Lily~

TW: brief descriptions of injury, but they’re not graphic. frequent animal death.

The Showers (2.75 hrs, complete)

op recounts a scary story he heard from a teacher back in high school about a vague location and a terrifying encounter. he later ventures to find this location to see the truth for himself, but is it worth it?

this one’s a classic-- I think it was of the first creepypasta I listened to? not this version, but I wouldn’t be able to tell u which narrator it was at the time. I won’t say that this one’s the most unique story out there, but something abt it has always stuck with me?.... idk, I think the premise rly hooks me

TW: oh god it’s been a while, but I don’t remember anything particularly triggering? maybe body horror?

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

they’re not too short bc i was too scared so they’re a littleee long, im not completely ruined 🥴.

WHEW good

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Bad days aren’t so bad when you have a super dad

(AN: I was having a bad day at work the other day, basically, I was just overtired and overworked and the only thing that made me feel better was 1. eating my dry cereal on my break yum yum 2. changing the playlist for the entire cinema to disney cause fuck everyone else its my fav and they can eat my ass 3. writing this so here we go!

I live vicariously through my boy, you know, the usual.)

“Godammit, Friday would you kill the thrusters a bit? I’d like to keep my fingers for a little while longer.”

The AI did as she was asked and Tony squinted as he started tinkering again, only for the AI’s voice to interrupt. 

“Sir, Peter has just arrived and it seems he’s in a bit of a mood. As Happy puts it-” Her voice was replaced by the grumpy oxymoron himself. 

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with him but if that little shit gives me that kind of attitude again I’ll let him swing himself home. You deal with him.”

Tony rolled his eyes at his friend's lack of patience and Peter wrangling and dropped his tools on his desk. “Send him to the living room.”

“ETA two minutes.”

Tony sighed and wiped his hands down before making his way up to the kid's bedroom to pick something up before heading to the living room and adjoining kitchen, entering the same moment Peter did from the opposite end. 

“I don’t think I can keep going to classes, Mr Stark. I really don’t.” The kid usually said hello before he launched into his excited rambles but he was in a bad mood and comfortable enough in the compound to forgo the formality. 

He dumped his bag by the couch before flopping down onto it and Tony swiped down at his phone, changing the buildings playlist to Peters favourite mix of rap and old school rock. 

The first time Peter had come to Tony upset, he’d been crying and it had taken him two hours to calm the kid down. He’d gotten it down to a fine art by now. 

He didn’t offer many words as Peter ranted, knowing it was best to let him talk himself out before offering advice. 

“Uh uh.” He threw the kid his oldest, comfiest pair of sweats he'd grabbed from his room, not bothering to look as he threw them and walked into the kitchen. 

“It’s not even like I need to go. I know everything they’re teaching me and they still think I’m stupid! Mr Taylor hates me and I mean HATES me. It’s not my fault he got the equation wrong. I just pointed it out.”

He could hear Peter tearing off his school clothes to put his sweats on and kept his back turned as he grabbed a jar of giant cookies from the counter, pushing the hot chocolate button on the coffee machine on the way back. 

Peter was pulling his hoodie down over his chest and shaking out his curls when Tony got back to him, mouth moving a mile a minute and face red from his word vomit. Tony handed him a cookie and pushed his shoulder to get him to sit down, putting the jar on the table in front of him. 

“Mr Taylor sounds like an idiot.”

Peter laughed and waved his cookie around, socked feet kicking against the carpet as Tony curled up his nose and picked up the teenagers clothes from the floor. “Right? He's the worst!”

Tony wasn’t one for cleaning up after himself let alone someone else and threw the clothes behind him just to get them out of the way as he went to grab Peters hot chocolate. 

Peter was still talking and Tony raised a barely interested eyebrow at Peters new turn in his story. 

“And of course she took his side which isn’t fair! She didn’t even hear what he said! But I got detention just because I was the one without a hall pass. Whatever. Maybe, I’ll just quit and be Spider-Man full time. At least I don’t get that crap when I’m patrolling.”

Tony grabbed the hot chocolate and some extra marshmallows, making sure to only grab the pink ones that Peter liked before going back to sit with the kid. 

Peter had eaten his cookie already, hand rubbing restlessly through his hair as he reached for another. He looked worn out and sad now that his anger was dissipating and he sighed as Tony took a seat beside him. 

“Sorry. I don’t mean to dump this all on you. You have better things to do than listen to my boring school stuff.”

The Avenger handed the hot chocolate over and levelled his gaze at the kid. Tony may have perfected the air of boredom in any and all situations but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening or that he didn’t care.

“First of all, your stories about school aren’t boring. It’s like a telenovela on tape and I will always listen to whatever new shenanigan you’ve gotten yourself into. Secondly, Peter, you find school boring because you’re a genius and you’re right; you’re too smart to be there. But high school isn’t just about exams and papers, it's about being a kid with your friends. So, you’re going to stay in school and savour the moments you have with Ted and DJ-”

Peter’s mouth quirked up a little at the sides as he corrected quietly. “Ned and MJ but whatever.”

“-Because this is the last time you’ll have adults organising everything for you and you’re going to miss that when you go off to college. You’re also right about Mr Taylor. He sounds like he doesn’t know the difference between astatine and selenium.”

Peter huffed out a laugh at that, expression brightening as Tony continued. 

“And look, Flash is an ass for sure and he never should have said that to you but just remember that he’s a highschooler whose biggest concern is whether or not he’s getting asked to prom.” He took the kids shoulder and shook him a little, making Peter smile. 

“You’re Spider-Man. You’re an Avenger. You’re way above that snot-nosed shit-”

Peter’s eyebrows shot up at that, laughing and Tony laughed too, shaking his head. “Don’t repeat that. Listen. You can handle anything. And whatever you can’t...you let us handle, okay? May and I are always gonna be here when you need us. Even if it just boring high school stuff.”

Peter blinked at him, eyes finally bright and happy again, all the darkness and temper gone. 

He nodded and sighed, relieved and he leaned into Tony’s side, blushing just a tiny bit. “Thanks, Mr Stark.” 

Peter smirked, teasing in his voice as he joked his way through Tony’s quietly humming anxiety about being so open with his feelings. “I didn’t know you were so soft. You’re supposed to be Iron-Man, right?”

Tony laughed and shoved the boy's shoulder before grabbing him again and pulling him into a side hug. 

“Yeah, whatever Underoos. You just keep acting like you’re a grown-up and you’ll get there someday.”

Peter snickered as Tony put on an exaggerated, high pitched voice, hugging the teenager as he kissed his cheek noisily. 

“My littleee boyyyy!” 

Peter pushed him off, full-on belly laughing, all traces of his bad mood dissipated in the wake of Tony’s terrible impression of May. 

“Stop!”

Tony let go but ruffled his hair, and Peters eyes found him again, gaze deeper than it had any right to be with a smile that bright. “Thanks for always taking care of me.”

Tony looked away, feigning a lack of interest to keep from thinking about his father or the fact that he sort of felt like Peters. “Don’t mention it, squirt.”

Peter leaned back into the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table, head nodding along to the song playing softly overhead. “I always feel better after talking to you. Man, I love this song.”

Tony smiled. His arc reactor heart had been stretched and pulled so that Peter could fit inside and he didn’t mind it one bit. “I know.”

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Study (Lucas Jade Zumann)

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Summary: Lucas and Y/n are in a study group and when they're done studying, all their friends leave but Lucas stays behind.

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"I can't believe that exams start tomorrow." Y/n groaned as she looked at her 5 group members. Y/n was holding a study session at her house. All of her group members were in her bio class and were all helping each other study for their exam tomorrow.

"Hopefully, we all pass." Julie said and everyone just nodded. Y/n looked over to Lucas who was highlighting his textbook. He looked so deep in thought as he turned each page.

He was a little on the quiet side but was overall a really nice guy. He then looked up and caught her gaze. Y/n turned red and looked down at her flash cards.

She could still feel Lucas's eyes on her as she tried to memorize the words, along with their definitions.

Y/n continued to study her flashcards and Lucas finally looked away. "It's getting kind of late, my mom wants me home for dinner." Jamie said and began to put her things away.

"I think we're gonna leave too." Tori said gesturing towards her boyfriend, Daniel. "Ok, I'll see you guys tomorrow." Y/n said smiling as they each left.

Lucas still sat looking through his textbook and Y/n sat starting to feel awkward. There was only the sounds of highlighting and pages flipping as they sat.

Y/n slowly looked up at Lucas who was biting his lip in concentration which made Y/n's heart flutter. "You really do take this seriously, don't you?" She questioned and his hazel eyes met hers.

He looked around and then chuckled to himself, "I didn't even realize they left." He said now closing his textbook and Y/n looked at him as he started to pack his things

He then stood up and Y/n watched as he walked away with her heart hammering in her chest. "L-Lucas." She stammered and he turned around. "Can y-you stay?" She said biting her lip nervously and he smiled shyly.

She didn't know why but she didn't want him to leave. "Sure, my mom wouldn't mind if I stayed a little longer." He said now walking back over to her. He then sat down beside her to where their shoulders almost touched.

Y/n gulped as she then flipped through her flashcards again, "Do you want me to study you?" He asked gesturing towards the cards in her hands. "Sure." She replied handing her cards over to him and their fingers touched.

Blush crept onto her cheeks as she slowly moved her hands away. Lucas cleared his throat and then shuffled the cards. "The first word is Biochemistry." Lucas said and looked up at her as she began to search her brain for the answer.

"Ummm...the study of chemical processes that occur within living organisms." She answered and he gave her a thumbs up. "Next word is Active Transport." He said and she cursed under her breath.

She always had trouble with the difference between Active and Passive Transport. "Active Transport is the movement of molecules from...high to low." She asked slowly knowing it was probably wrong.

"Active Transport is actually low to high, I get them mixed up too so don't worry." Lucas reassured and she smiled. This continued where Lucas would ask her the answer and she would either get it wrong or right.

They both hadn't even realized that soon an hour passed. Y/n then covered her mouth as she began to yawn. Lucas smiled thoughtfully a her, "Being beautiful must be pretty tiring." He smirked and her eyes widened at his sudden words. 

"Then you must be exhausted." She said tilting her head and saw the blush form on his cheeks. They both stared at each other, lost in thought. "Can I tell you something?" He asked biting his lip nervously and she nodded slowly.

"Anything." She murmured and he cleared his throat. "I think....I'm falling for you." He then said and she felt her heart drop in the pit of her stomach. 

"If that's ok with you." He teased now laughing to himself. "That's totally ok with me." She said now smiling at him widely. He smiled back at her and looked over to the clock on the wall. 

"I really don't want to go but my mom might start getting worried." Lucas said now gathering his items. He stood up and Y/n followed him over to the door. 

"I'll see you tomorrow." She said and he nodded at her. Lucas then moved closer to her and her heart raced faster at each step. He then kissed her on the cheek, "See ya." He said smirking and walked out the front door.

Y/n watched as he walked to his car and then felt herself begin to run after to him. "Lucas!" She exclaimed and he turned around confused. 

"You missed my lips." She whispered and then placed her lips onto his soft ones. Lucas eyes widened in surprise and then he closed them. He dropped his bag and placed both of his hands on the sides of her face as their lips moved softly together.

They pulled away with foreheads touching and Y/n opened her eyes to be met with his hazel ones. He moved his head away and smiled shyly at her. She picked up his bag for him and handed over to him.

He put it onto his shoulder, "Bye." He whispered and she waved at him as he got into his car. He then began to pullout of the driveway and made his way down the street.

Y/n placed her hand onto her chest as she made her way back inside. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her chest. She couldn't believe he had made her feel this way. 

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A/n: I got a littleee bit carried away and made them already kiss but it's a fan fiction what else do you expect?😂

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SINGLE DAD HARRY!!! And like he's coming home from a Christmas party (or nye party) slightly drunk off eggnog and Y/N's there and he decides to pour himself a glass of wine as he's paying her but ends up spilling it all over his Christmas jumper leading to him stripping it off and Y/N having to help him clean it!!! And Harry being a little shit and asking Y/N things like "what'd you ask santa for feh Christmas" with a slur and jokingly telling her to sit on his lap and omg 😍😍

I SWITCHED IT JUST A LITTLEEE

Seeing Harry drunk was not an everyday occurrence for Y/N, which is something she would’ve not expected. Especially since she was his babysitter and the whole point of her watching his little boy Teddy was so he could go out and drink and whatnot – or at least she thought so. That’s what she did for her family members when they had her watch their little ones. 

 So it’s safe to say when he comes stumbling in around 12AM, long after she’d laid Teddy down for a bath (which was a very difficult task, so she understands why he leaves the baths for her anyways. Teddy hates getting cleaned, his a splasher, gets shampoo in his eyes, cries for at least five minutes in the tub until she gives him a ducky to squeak and quack while she conditions his fluffy little curls. Then he dodges her for at least twenty minutes, allowing himself to air dry, tuckering himself out, and falling asleep just as soon as she pulls his pajamas over his head and hands him his stuffie. She thinks a majority of her pay comes from that alone), she was thoroughly surprised. He normally came in quiet and tired, thanking Y/N with sleepy eyes and chatting with her for a little while (offering leftovers he had from his dinner or eating the ones she’d cooked and heated up for him, even if it’s usually alphabet macaroni and cheese or little sandwiches cut into squares – her cooking was limited) before offering to pay for her uber home.

 However tonight, she hears him come in. She’s pretty sure the whole neighborhood heard him come in, singing some off-tune rendition of Peggy Lee’s Ring Those Christmas Bells at top volume. It’s enough to startle her from where she’s sat in the den, leaving her Chem book wide open as she scrambles to a stand, jogging to the foyer to see him struggling with his boots. He notices her as he finally kicks them off, a loopy smile pulling at his face, and his eyes swimming with whatever liquor he’d consumed at the Christmas party he attended, “Y/N!” He cheers, “God, I was lookin’ forward to seein’ you, wasn’t I? Left the party earlier so I could.” 

 Y/N’s eyes widen, reaching out to help him wiggle out of his jacket, revealing the less than gorgeous Christmas sweater he had left in earlier that night, “Hi, Mr. Styles,” she answers, keeping her voice a bit hushed hoping he might get the memo to keep quiet since Teddy was asleep, “Did you enjoy the party?” 

 “Wha’ I say ‘bout callin’ me Mr. Styles, Love? I hate tha’.” He grumbles, plucking the coat from her hands and slinging it lazy on a coat hook beside the door, “Was a right good time! Jeff got wine all over his wife’s nice white cashmere though, which was a bit of a mess, but I knew a trick on how t’a get it out, so it was all good in the end.” He leans over, picking up a bag she assumes he’d dropped on his way in and turns towards her, “Brought you some goodies back – y’know those cookies you were showing me online?” Y/N nods, remembering only vaguely, because there was a lot of stuff she shows him online. When he comes back from whatever he’s been doing, Y/N’s had at least a good 5 to 6 hours of conversation with a four-year-old so she gets pretty excited to talk to an adult once he’s back around, leading them down some very unusual conversation paths. Once they talked for twenty minutes on the history of grilled cheese alone.

  “Well they had an arse load of ‘em,” he tells her, and Y/N smiles – sober Harry was always so prim and proper, seeing drunk Harry was in such a stark contrast. All giggles and grins, holding up a tin full of cookies, “So I stole a lot. Imported right from Sweden, can you believe it?”

  “That’s insane,” she gapes him, following him into the kitchen as he beckons her, “They’re like a three hundred dollars per pound!”

   “Innit?” He tosses them onto the counter, opening the fridge and bending down for eggnog, wiggling his little bum as he did so, “N’I was like ‘I need’a get these home to Y/N, she’d proper love ‘em’ and they were all like ‘whose Y/N?’ n’ I told ‘em all about my cute little babysitter. That’s what made me miss ya then I decided to come home.”

  Y/N’s face burns with heat, feeling incredibly flattered and all too happy. Harry was never distant about how thankful he was that she was working for him, but this – well, he’d never been this descript before. Making her feel all giddy with his words, she leans up against the counter and watches as he tiptoes up for two Christmas glasses at the top, getting ready to pour them, “Oh stop it, Mr. Styles,” she slips with the name, “You’re too sweet about me – g’na give me a toothache.”

  “You’re always sweet on me, giving me cavities, so m’gonna do ya some back.” He titters, “So grateful for ye’ – don’t know what I do without ya if m’honest. Doin’ all the things for Teddy that m’unable to and being there for him and even me – god, lemme stop ‘fore I start getting’ all emotional.”

  When he turns with a glass filled to the brim with eggnog, he stumbles a bit again and it sloshes down the front of his obnoxiously red sweater. A pout furrows on his face but instead of doing what sober Harry would – bending down and tending to the mess before fixing up himself – drunk Harry peels his sweater off right there. Y/N feels her body flush, as she sees his bare torso. It’s not like she’d never seen it before – she’s seen it online and everything, but there was something so. . .so mesmerizing about seeing him in real life. The tattoos like pretty, intricate doodles, on him all long, lean, and sinewy. His muscles ripple to a mouthwatering degree, and the soft pudge on his sides is begging for her to squeeze it. This all grouped together with a precious, endearing drunk boy with his hands on the cookies she’d been wanting to try and holding one glass of eggnog, proclaiming they’d share – well, it left her terribly fond. She’d always thought he was a cutie but seeing him in a state so vulnerable only furthers it and was not helping to dim the crush she’d mustered up in the time of knowing him.

  “You know the song in Coraline?” Y/N begins as she follows him after him back to the den, “The one the other father sings? Where he’s all like ‘making up a song about Coraline’ and whatnot? ‘Cos it’s been stuck in my head all day.”

  Plopping down, Harry sets the tin on the coffee table besides her book with the eggnog, “I love that movie!” He exclaims, “Teddy wouldn’t watch it all the way through ‘cos it started scaring him, so I watched it after he went to sleep. Proper cute film – we gotta watch it together, yeah?”

  “Definitely,” she agrees, squeezing by him so she could sit on his other side but before she could get too far, Harry grabs at her wrist and gives her a sharp tug, making her squeak, “Hey!”

  “They had me as Santa for a bit, to pass out gifts,” he explains, shifting her so she sat comfortably in the cradle of his lap, “Still not over me role yet.” He grins goofily, a lopsided smile making Y/N want to coo at him while her heart decided to begin beating out of her chest. This was the closest they’d ever been, she’s pretty sure, so close to the point where she can see the flecks of gold speckled in his sea foam green eyes, “What’d ye want for Christmas, Doll? You been a good girl this year?”

   Y/N shuffles in her lap, trying not to shiver at his words but covering it up by rolling her eyes and swatting his chest, “The damn best, I’ve been,” she tells him.

 Harry gasps, “Oi, tha’s a naughty word! Moving you onto the naughty list.” He tells her, his hand resting on her thighs, warm and burning through the denim of her jeans, “Y’lucky I already got your present Babe, or you’d be getting coal.”

  Brows furrowing, Y/N shifts to face him closer, “Hey,” she tells him, “You didn’t have to get me anything Mr. Styles.”

  “Mr. Styles didn’t,” he replies, securing the arm around her waist so he held her closer, “Harry did, ‘cos he’s got the best damn babysitter in the world and an even better friend.” His head lulls back against the couch, “Who is a damn good lap warmer too, so he’s g’na need her to sit on his lap for a little while longer, yeah?”