#(I hope you and your furry babies have a great christmas!)

[missecharlotte]

The Prayer » Nerissa + Arthur; @arrthurpendragon

[lily-drake]

Gifts

Any holiday or day where gifts were given was taken with utmost seriousness in the Wayne household.  Or in other words, it was a competition to one up each other’s gifts.  It all started when Jason came to the house and Dick had come back to visit for the holidays.  Marinette hadn’t really understood what was happening when she happily opened Dick’s present, which was a new knitting kit with so many different materials.  She ran over to him and hugged him tightly as Alfred took photos.  Dick had glanced over at Jason and smirked at him, but Jay-Jay only rolled his eyes with his arms crossed.  She still hadn’t opened his after all, and he was around her more now than Dick was, which meant he had a higher advantage of knowing her new interests and endeavors.  So he watched as she pulled out a thick book of fashion design and her own embroidery set.  Her eyes practically glowed as stared at the set.  Jason hadn’t even seen her move because next thing he knew strong arms were wrapped around him.  The 7-year-old had definitely been taught by Dick on how to hug people.

Bruce gazed lovingly at his children, but he knew about their competition, and he would not be outdone by his sons.

“Daddy, Daddy, look what Birdy and Jay-Jay gave me!  They’re so nice!  Feel the material Birdy got me, I can make so many things now!”

“That sounds amazing, Bluebell.”

Marinette smiled brightly as she showed Bruce the gifts that she got.

“Do you want to see what I got you?”

He asked amusedly.  Marinette began to hop on her toes in excitement, because daddy’s always had the best gifts!

“Yes please!”

Bruce smiled and pointed out a small, thin, rectangular box under the tree.  She leaped over to it and when she opened it her mouth dropped open and she squealed.

“You got me tickets to Sophie Theallet’s fashion show?!”

She was jumping with joy as she stared at the five tickets in her hand.  Bruce looked over at and smirked at the boys.  He won, again.  They groaned and sulked in annoyance.  Why did he always win?

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Marinette was 9 when she finally figured out what her family was doing, and she knew that she would be the one to give the absolute best gifts to her family!  Her family deserved something super special, so she went to work.  Her Birdy was part of the circus and they had a lot of equipment he often used.  But what could she do that would be super special and make her win the competition?  Then it hit her, she knew exactly what she would do!  She would need to ask Alfred for help, but it would be worth it!

Next was Jay-Jay.  She didn’t know much about his past as he always told her that she had to wait till she was older, but she knew about him now.  Jay-Jay loved to read and would often read to her, he really liked hoodies and comfy things, and he liked to bake with Alfred and her.  So maybe…….yea!  She would do that, it shouldn’t be that hard to do.

Daddy always got her such nice gifts, how could she ever beat him?  There had to be something she could do to outdo him.  He was Batman, he worked with the Justice League, he loved all of them, and sometimes if he finished his work early would watch movies with them!  But he was always so good and knew exactly what to get.  She would try though, she had an idea and she hoped it would work.

Alfred, he deserved the best gift because of everything he did for them!  She already knew the perfect gift for her grandpa Alffie!

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Christmas arrived and she stared out the window as the snowflakes fell onto the covered yard.  Maybe they could go sledding today, that would be so much fun!  She was so transfixed in the snow, and thinking of how pretty a dress would be with the same color and different designs, that she hadn’t noticed her brothers sneaking up on her.  A squeal left her lips as she was lifted into the air and twirled around wrapped in the warm embrace of her Birdy.  She giggled as he spun and squeaked as she was gently thrown into the air, only to land on the couch.

“Good morning Blueberry.”

Dick chirped happily.  She giggled again and leaned into Jay-Jay’s hand as he ruffled her hair.

“Morning Pixie-pop.  Sleep well?”

“Morning Birdy and Jay-Jay.  I slept great, thank you.  Did either of you?”

Jason shrugged with a small smirk,

“I slept fine, though I wouldn’t have minded sleeping a little longer.  You missed Dick’s hallway caroling this morning.”

“I sounded amazing, thank you very much.  And I was too excited to fully sleep.  I’m going to win this year.”

Dick said pridefully.

“No way, I’m totally going to beat you.”

Jason deffied puffing out his chest slightly.  Marinette giggled and called out,

“No, I’m going to beat all of you!  I will be the champion gift giver this year.”

They looked at her and smirked.

“Only in your dreams Pix.”

“You’ll see,”

She replied, crossing her arms and lifting her nose in the air like she had seen some of the people at the galas do.

“Then you’ll have to agree with me!”

They all gave each other sceptical looks before laughing and continued to talk until daddy came down.  When he finally did, the competition commenced.  The first person to open presents was her, obviously, as she was the youngest.  Dick had given her a really nice and fancy art kit, and she loved it!  Jay-Jay had given her tickets and backstage passes to the theater for The Nutcracker, she had been wanting to see it for a while now.  Alfred had told her that he would teach her how to make a super secret recipe, and she would be able to help him with dinner today too!  Daddy, he was too clever, too cunning.  He had given her a pet hamster, and it was beautiful!  She couldn’t beat him now, her gift was nothing compared to-to this!  She tries though, and maybe she could win second?  Yea, she would be ok with second, if she got this adorable baby creature.  She couldn’t even be mad or disappointed, because look at its cute little feet and adorable eyes!

Next was Jay-Jay.  The others had given him some really nice things, but she felt that hers was the best!  So when he opened it and his eyes shined, she knew she made the right thing!  It had taken her hours to find it, and she had to ask Dad if she could get it since she wasn’t allowed to use the card without permission.  It was one of the first books of Pride and Prejudice ever published, she even got him a fancy ink and quill set so he could better embrace his Harry Potter nerdom.

“This is amazing, thank you Pixie, I guess I do owe you an apology, this is amazing.”

She smiled up at him while gently petting the top of her new hamster's head as it laid on her lap.

“Told you!”

For Dick she had knitted him a collection of stuffed animals that he talked about from the circus.  Alfred had helped her find the material and helped her when she made a mistake or needed help on a particularly tricky part.  She thought she saw Dick’s eyes water for a second.  The next thing she knew she was being tightly hugged, but he left enough room to not squish her furry child.

“Thank you Blueberry, it’s amazing.”

“Of course it is, I made them!”

He chuckled as he pulled away and ruffled her already messed up hair.

She had made Daddy a picture book and had decorated it with black and yellow glitter, bats, and different birds.  Throughout the book were all of the pictures that she was able to get her hands on dated and labeled in order from oldest photo to most recent.  He had a soft smile as he looked through the book and when he finally looked back up to his slightly nervous daughter he pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead.

“I think you won this year.”

“Nuh ah!  You gave me a hamster!  There’s no way I could have won!”

“Well, I think all the others would agree that you thought of and made some very amazing gifts.”

She turned to look at the others as they gave gentle nods and thumbs up.  Her cheeks felt really warm and she smiled at them all.

“Thank you.  Now Grandpa Alffie needs to open his presents!”

Alfred smiled at the small child and opened the gifts he had received from the others.  Marinette had made and embroidered a new handkerchief for him.  He seemed to like it as he immediately placed it in his pocket.  She was the victor of this year's Christmas gift exchange, but she still felt that Daddy beat her.

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As years passed and her family grew so did the competition.  Sadly, it would be harder to her her family their most desired gifts as she had decided to study abroad in Paris that year, but she would be da*ed if she didn’t try her hardest.  She had gotten better with her skills for making things over the years, and so much had happened.  Jason had died and come back, that was the hardest time of her life.  They had new people adopted into the family, and she even had a little brother!  She was going to meet him this year when she went to visit for the winter break.  She would have the glasses with her at all times in case there was an attack so she could quickly come back here and take care of it.

When she arrived at the Gotham Airport and saw her large family standing and holding a sign as they looked for her she ran up to them as quickly as she could.

“Pixie!”

Jason called out, catching the small girl and twirling her around.  She laughed and when she was put down created the rest of her family just as happily.  When she finally came face to face with her little brother she held out her hand.  Her family said he was more formal and was very against physical touch that he did not agree to or initiate.  He eyed her hand suspiciously before shaking it and giving her a nod.

“Damian Al Ghul-Wayne.”

“Marinette Wayne.  It’s nice to finally meet you Damian.”

They both let go after a firm shake.  She already had a gift for him, and Kagami helped her find the perfect one.  It was a nice blade, the blade was completely black, but had a red tint to it and red gains that delicately ran through it.  The hilt was of fine golden metal and a strong leather grip.  She had made the sheath for the blade.  With strong leather and an inner layer of Kevlar so the sword would be protected.  She had carved in Arabic symbols to spell out “Son of Bat” and had sewn a few almost unnoticeable small robins along the bottom and top of the inky black material.

For Tim, she had gotten him the best coffee beans in all of Paris and she had made him new lounge clothes that identified with his hero persona of Red Robin that had many hidden pockets and two large to-go coffee cups, one on each sleeve.

For Jason she had made him a new leather Jacket with book quotes embroidered all over the inside of the inner material.  There were lots of different pockets, and a few tailor made to fit his guns.  She had put a few Jagged Stone concert tickets in one of the pockets too.

For Stephanie, she had made purple silk pajamas that had waffles all over it.  She had even made sure that there was a hood connected to the pj shirt.

For Cass, just like Jason had done for her, gotten tickets for The Nutcracker.  She had also gotten her ballerina shoes, the best one and most highly recommended ones from the Paris Ballet.

For Dick she had made him an elephant onesie.  Why you may ask, well because for her birthday he had given her a mouse one.  So was it spite for being called short, or was it her trying to match, nobody needs to know.

She had made Alfred a new apron with the words “Don’t try anything, I already know.”  Neatly sewed in cursive into it.

She had gotten Babs a new eskrima stick infused with a bit of her luck in it so no one would underestimate her in battle as she would always have luck on her side giving her the upper hand.  She may be disabled, but that doesn’t stop her from kicking butt.

Finally, her gift for her dad.  This one was hard, because she wasn’t around to know what had caught his eye this year, and her siblings refused to tell her.  It was fine though, because she would figure it out.  And she did, or at least she had tried.  She ended up making him a bee suit jacket with everybody’s names sewed into the inner lining, multiple pockets for convenience, and black bats that would only be shown in the right lighting.  She would win this year, she would!  Sadly, Dick had won last year, but she would regain her crown again this year!  She would be the best gift giver of her whole family!!!

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[mydiazboys]

DECEMBER [TUWYAN]

“Hey, Eddie, I hope you don’t mind,” she said, walking into his house as she closed the door behind her. “Buck said you were up, and I know I only have the key for emergencies but-”

Her jaw dropped when she was greeted by the sight in front of her, Eddie and his wife. In his kitchen. Their kitchen? She let out a yelp, turning her head away as she blindly slapped the paper she had been holding onto the counter.

“Leah- fuck!”

One hand cradling her growing bump, one that was getting harder to hide, and the other was covering her eyes. “Sorry! I, uh. Read that paper, when, uh, you get a chance?” She gestured with her head to where she thought she had placed it. “If you’re not interested, I’ll take Buck instead- Um. Nice meeting you,” she said, hoping it was directed to Eddie’s wife before she was blindly turning around, almost walking into the wall.

“Leah, wait,” she heard Eddie behind her. And then his hand wrapped around her arm, gently pulling her back before she could reach the door. “What’s the paper?”

“Mom and baby class thing,” she muttered, glancing down at her bump as she avoided his gaze. “You sign up while pregnant, go through your pregnancy with this class of women. All in the same stage of their pregnancy,” she began to explain, frowning a little. “They like to encourage the… other parent to be as involved with the classes as possible so I- sorry, it’s a dumb idea-”

“No, no. It’s, uh. I think it’s a great idea, I’ll-” he glanced back into the kitchen, clearing his throat. “I’ll give it a read over, bring it to you next shift?” She nodded her head, glancing towards the kitchen door before muttering another apology and then heading out of the house.

“You knocked up another woman?” Was the sound she heard before she could fully close the door, and she winced. Because Eddie clearly wasn’t ready to tell his wife, or his son still.

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Following Halloween, Christmas was a very close second to being her favourite time of year. She loved all the lights and decorations, the little kids that were just so excited about Santa. And the Station was always fully decorated, with charity work throughout the entire month of December. They were currently doing their gift-giving drive, where people would donate toys for the less-fortunate kids of LA.

Buck was bouncing around like an energetic puppy, a Santa hat on his head as he showed around a little girl. Before he was joining Chimney in handing out hot chocolate and cookies. Eddie was manning the donation table, and there were a few Shift B members who had come in on their day off to give tours of the fire trucks.

Leah was handing out Santa hats and candy canes to anyone who passed by her, having been sat down by Bobby and told not to move. One hand resting on her growing stomach, because she was still not quite used to the feeling of it being there. The feeling of a baby growing inside of her.

“Hey, Ladybug,” Buck called out, grabbing her attention and forcing her to get up and wander over to him, her brow raised. “Think you could go upstairs and grab some more of the cookies? Cap said they’re in the usual place,” with an added wink. She snorted, nudging his side before heading to the kitchen.

The usual place meant the oven, to keep them warm. She grinned as she walked up to Bobby, who also had a Santa hat on his head, but his one had ‘Fire Captain’ written on the furry band.

“I thought I told you to man that candy cane table,” he pointed at her teasingly, before he was adjusting the elf hat on her head.

“Bugsy wants the next cookie stash, they’re running low down there,” she grinned sweetly up at him. He rolled his eyes playfully, before turning to get out the next tray, loading them up onto a plate. “Thanks, Cap,” she said, kissing his cheek.

Returning downstairs, she almost crashed into a female body, her eyes going wide as one hand instinctively covered her bump.

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry-” her eyes met the eyes of Eddie’s wife and suddenly she felt very small.

“Congratulations,” she said, pointing at her stomach before she stormed off. Eddie and Buck were glancing over at her, with Buck quickly abandoning his table to grab the plate of cookies.

“Hey, what was that?” He asked, gesturing to the woman who was leaving.

“That was Shannon,” she whispered, her eyes wide as she looked up at him. “Eddie’s wife.”

“Go find somewhere quiet to sit,” he whispered, tugging her close and kissing her forehead. “I know your feet are swollen,” he mumbled, chuckling as he felt her rumble against her. “I’ll cover you on the candy canes,” he pulled back, giving her a playful wink before he was returning to the table, handing the plate to Chimney.

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It was a slow shift, the team were mingling around in the rec area. All working on their own little thing when Leah was gasping loudly, throwing aside the pregnancy book she had been reading and holding her stomach.

“Ladybug?” Buck asked, his phone tossed aside as he leaned forward. The concern was written all over his face.

“Eddie- Eddie, come here,” she yelled out, not that it was necessary as he wasn’t that far.

He was quickly getting up and making his way over to her, taking her outstretched hand. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

“Yes, fuck, we’re okay, just- feel,” she said, laying his hand out on her stomach. Her eyes were filled with tears, as she stared at his face. Again, she was finding it hard to read his emotions.

“Ladybug?” Buck asked, frowning as he watched the pair.

“Is that-?”

“Yeah,” she whispered.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, his palm slowly moving against her bump as he followed the kicks.

“Leah?” Buck pressed.

“The baby’s moving- I, uh- I’ve been feeling little stuff for a while- I didn’t think much of it-”

“Buck, come feel,” Eddie said, pulling the bigger man over and laying his hand where he previously was.

“Okay, this is real. You guys are really have a baby, wow…”

“Yeah, we are,” Leah smiled, looking at the Texan who pressed a kiss for her forehead.

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The 118 team were gathered at Athena’s for Christmas dinner, and it was an absolute feast. Bobby was never one to skip an opportunity to show off his cooking ability, and he didn’t let it escape him this time either. They were also celebrating, as he and Athena had gotten engaged the previous night. And Eddie arrived not long ago, with Christopher, after spending the morning with Shannon and then the afternoon with his Abuela and aunt.

“Okay, I have a gift for you,” Leah said to him, when they were away from the majority of the team. She had an envelope in her hand, her lips rubbing together nervously.

“What? You didn’t have to- I didn’t get you-”

“Eddie, just open it,” she laughed, looking up at him.

He rolled his eyes, taking the envelope from her and opening it up, taking out the card that was on the inside. He frowned a little, before opening it up and reading the text inside. Her hands were cradling her stomach, thumbs soothingly rubbing at the stretched skin.

“Are you serious?” He breathed out, his eyes flicking from the card to her bump and then her face. “I thought you weren’t-”

“You wanted to find out, so,” she shrugged her shoulders, like it was nothing. But they had now gathered the attention of the team, who were gathering around in a group.

“What’s going on?” Buck asked, nodding his head to her with a brow raised. He was beginning to not enjoy her pregnancy so much, as she had been drifting away from him as she hit these new milestones. Starting with the baby kicking at the firestation last week, and now whatever secret this was.

“I-I need to tell Christopher,” Eddie stuttered, his eyes wide as he looked down at her and then over to his son who was playing with some cool new toy Harry had gotten, with Denny.

“Do you want me there or-?”

“I think I’ve gotta tackle this one alone- I- I’ll be back.”

“Ladybug?” Buck asked, brow raised as the blonde approached him, her arms snaking around his waist. “Hey, don’t distract me,” he mumbled, but he was unable to stop himself from embracing her.

“You know you’re still my best friend, right?” As if she was sensing his insecurity. And she probably could, there was a time where Hen and Chimney thought they were telepathic as they always seemed to be on the same wavelength.

“Yeah, yeah, I know that.”

“Good, cause you’re gonna be really mad when-”

“I’m getting a little sister!” Christopher’s voice filled the room as he came in, Eddie looking a little guilty just behind him. But Christopher’s face was filled with excitement and happiness, as he made his way over to where Buck and Leah were. His arms wrapped around her as he nestled his head against her bump.

“You’re having a little girl?” Buck asked, looking down at her and she nodded her head.

“Another thing to celebrate,” Hen cheered, as they all took turns embracing both the mother and father of the unborn baby.

Sure, this was a weird situation. If you had said to either of them a year ago that they would be expecting a baby with someone they work with after a one night stand before their first shift together, they probably would have laughed in your face. If you had told Chim and Hen that Leah would be having a baby, they definitely would have placed their bets on Buck being the father.

But this was their weird situation, and they were gonna tackle it, one step at a time.

[charlieslowartsies]

Happy Spring lovelies! Well, we made it! Aside from an issue with my taxes I'm currently working on, I've been doing pretty good since I last tossed up a journal. Hard to believe it's been a month since my birthday actually XD To make up for no sale last month, I'm adding some more slots, the usual raffle prize and some discounted adopts I've still got! Thanks for looking, have a great week! Sale Ends: Thursday, March 25th 12am EST. Raffle Prize: A colored lineart of up to 2 characters! (Clean, NSFW, whatever the winner wants ;) ) -Due to the raffle, slots will NOT empty :) -nsfw ok, some gore ok -fanart, ocs, furry, ok -feral or anthro ok -NO upcharge for nsfw pieces -digital .PNG sent to your inbox/wherever you tell me -I will send out invoices from Paypal -email me at [ chrsjonsey [at] gmail.com ] or Note me here or ping my Discord: CharlieMcarthy#4456 Raffle Notes: -Raffle tickets are per every commission piece. (one commission=one ticket, and so on and so forth) -There currently is no limit to tickets -Winner chosen via an online randomizer on: Saturday, the 27th around noon -Winner has 48 hours to respond, I'll always choose what route we discussed the paid commission for, (ie, if we talked via Discord, I'll ping you there first) -Important: depending on amount of sales, your prize MAY come in two-three weeks. I will let you know. $10 Sketches (+$5 Flat color, up to two characters) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. Colored Lineart: $20 (up to 2 charas, extra charas are $6) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Painting: $35 (up to 1 chara, extras are $8) 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Experimental Piece: $50 (1 character, +$10 per extra chara, this finish will take longer than other tiers, see details below) 1. 2. 3. Expiramental Example 1 Expiramental Example 2 Expiramental Example 3 Experimental Pieces: These pieces are a great way for me to have a relaxed commission that I can freely play around with. The client who chooses one of these will be able to guide me in any direction they like, or let me take the piece with minimal instruction. But it is important to remember these finishes will not be uniform. Perhaps the only similar things will be my style, but each example was finished at varying times, with various brushes, and thus are all unique to themselves. Fixes will be kept to small, easy adjustments and anything major will be extra unlike the other tiers. Experiments normally start in the $80 range and increase from there, so I'm hoping $50 will entice some people for a special treat, while still giving me time to get the pieces done before Christmas. If you would like me to improvise on something in the piece, please let me know upfront. Otherwise, whatever examples/descriptions you give me I will adhere to best I can~ *NEW* Character Design Page: $80  (1 character design, one fullbody with two smaller examples beside, see examples+notes below) 1. 2. Character Design Page Example 1 Character Design Page Example 2(NSFW WARNING) Character Design Notes: I'm offering these for this sale only, just testing the waters. You can have a colored lineart or a painting of your subject, your choice. One of the examples can also be a nsfw shot of parts just lemme know ofc~ Like the Expiramentals, these babies will take the most time, that's why I'm only offering two. I likely won't offer a discount on my character design pages, (which start at $100 and go up) until next May or June ;) Adopts are 20% off!! Check out my remaining adopts here: https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....156/Adoptables https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....156/Adoptables https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery.....156/Adoptables Normal adopt rules apply (see in their description for any questions.) Once the flash sale ends, the adopts are back to their original stated price. Please do NOT resell!                            

[cougarpawsforacauseproject]

Furry Friend Fashion

April 1, 2021

Welcome back to your community fishing portal. HA just joking! Happy April Fools day!

Today’s blog post is something fun that I promised you guys last week. Animal Fashion! I will insert some pictures and websites where you can purchase the best outfits for your cat or dog.

Most people choose to keep their dogs or cats nude simply because the animals feel more comfortable that way. Sometimes wearing clothing can be restricting as a human, so we can relate to wanting to break free. However, this post is meant to help the person looking for a cute insta worthy picture outfit for their animal!

It is completely unnecessary to dress your animal, but it sure is fun!

Let’s Get Started!

Our First stop when looking for the best dog and cat fashions is Petco. Petco Animal Supplies, Inc., or simply Petco, is an American pet retailer that sells pet products and services, as well as certain types of live animals.

This first dog outfit is perfect for a rambunctious animal that likes to go outside! How cute is that carrot?

This cat turtleneck is so adorable! Imagine how smart your animal will look wearing this during the winter season.

The second is a major online store where you can find a plethora of items, pet outfits included. Amazon.com, Inc. is an American technology company which focuses on e-commerce, cloud computing, and digital streaming.

A cat in bunny years is a must have picture for a baby feline! Amazon offers this outfit and others similar in a variety of colors.

When I saw this, I thought it was hilarious. Similar to the human Supreme brand , which has basic words on expensive clothing, this brand offers the same for dogs.

Number three on the list is a niche pet clothing supplier specifically for Dogs named FurBaby Couture! Furbaby Couture™️ is an online shop that specializes in dog clothing and accessories.

This first Louis Vuitton inspired jacket looks so warm and very fashionable! If you are a designer loving human FurBaby Couture is a spot you should check out.  

This dog is also rocking a Louis Vuitton inspired look! However, there is a strap available for a human to hold on to.

This spot is great when looking to purchase extremely inexpensive items. Shein is an online fast fashion retailer that offers everything from women’s clothing to pet clothing.

Cat turtlenecks seem to be popular! This green outfit will look great on any cat!

These faux silk pajamas would look so cute on a puppy or a toy dog! The pink color is so adorable and if you wanted, you could probably use Shein and find a matching outfit for yourself.

The last spot for today’s list is a popular store amongst all shoppers. Target is a popular retail store that sells a variety of items for pets.

Its never to early to get into the Christmas spirt! This cat is adorable in its festive wear. 

These outfits from target are great because your cat can match with your dog if you have both kinds of animals! 

Thanks so much for making it to the end and I hope you were able to get some clothing ideas for your pets. See you next week! 

Cover Picture by Sam Lion on Pexels.com

[krreader]

BTS reacting to another member walking in on a cute moment between you.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: / genre: fluffiest fluff in the universe

a/n: god, this is probably the fluffiest shit I have ever written. AND I LOVED IT! so I hope you do too!!! - I think this is a good story to end the year with so.. happy new year, everyone! I love you ♥ (masterlist is in my description box)

kim seokjin

“I want to try it,” you whined, your eyes trained on the food Jin was making, “It smells so good.”

“Give me five more minutes, Jagi,” your boyfriend chuckled, still stirring around the sauce.

“Nooo, now!” you pulled on his sweater, “Just a tiny bit, please.”

It's not like he had much of a choice and truth be told, he thought you were the absolute cutest right now, so he took out a spoon and put a little bit onto it, before blowing on it.

“Be careful, it's still hot.”

You wrapped your lips around it, a huge smile instantly spreading on your lips because how good it tastetet.

“I love it!”

“How come you never feed me?” Hoseok whined, “I want some too!”

It was so hard to have six sons and a daughter, really.

min yoongi

“What are you doing?” Yoongi laughed as he watched you get out of bed and put on some music.. romantic music.

“You clearly need some cheering up, so..-” you pulled him out of bed, which was harder than you had hoped it would be and placed his arms around your waist, before you wrapped yours around his neck, “There..”

“Slow dancing?”

“Yes. Slow dancing,” you pressed your lips against his, “I can tell you how much I love you, we can be close to each other, we can stare into each others eyes, we can..-”

“Please stop,” Yoongi started laughing once again and leaned his head down to press a kiss against your cheek, before he buried it in the crook of your neck, enjoying this a lot, to be honest.

But you weren't even able to go through one song, before a knock on the door interrupted the moment and then with Namjoon walking in, ending it altogether.

“Hyung, did you finish..- Oh. Oh,” he said again, smiling softly at what he saw in front of him, this not being a side he knew Yoongi had, “Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you two.”

“Get out,” Yoongi pushed Namjoon into the hallway, “And don't you dare tell anyone about this!”

Oh, he definitely would tell the others about this.

jung hoseok

“I hate working out,” Hoseok whined, clearly upset that Bangtan's personal trainer wanted them to do a few push ups per day from now on.

“Aw, come on.. we can make it fun, though.”

“How? How do you make push-ups fun?”

You had seen this on Instagram some time ago and thought it was the absolute cutest thing ever. So you dragged Hoseok off the bed and laid down on the floor, grinning up at him.

“Now.. do your push ups. And for every push up, you get a kiss.”

It was so cliché and so cheesy, but it did make it fun for him. He actually ended up enjoying it so much, that he did about sixty push-ups, before the door got opened and Jimin walked in.

“Oh my god, you two are so cute,” he grinned from ear to ear, pulling out his phone and recording it, because Hoseok would in no way stop now when he was having so much fun while doing push ups for once.

And the next day, all of Bangtan had that video on their phones.

kim namjoon

“Can't sleep?” Namjoon smiled down at you, but quickly started chuckling, when you pushed his legs apart and laid in between them, having to raise his book a little higher.

“Read it to me..”

“It's a comic.. not sure if that will help you fall asleep.”

“It's not about the comic.. it's the way you read it that always calms me down.”

Namjoon kissed the top of your head and pulled the blankets a bit higher, so that they were right up to your chin, before he started reading his comic out aloud, one of his hands gently running up and down your arm.

And even if you had already fallen asleep, he still didn't stop.

And he also didn't stop when Jeongguk walked into his room.

Actually, he especially didn't stop then, because the youngest member curled up on the foot of the bed, his blanket wrapped around his body and fell asleep just like you had.

Seems like you hadn’t been the only one who couldn’t sleep.

park jimin

“I,” he kissed your forehead, “love,” then your nose, before he hovered over your lips and whispered, “you,” before pressing them against yours.

You couldn't help but chuckle into the kiss, wrapping your arms tighter around Jimin's neck.

You loved these days where you literally spent all day in bed and did nothing but cuddle and kiss, showed and told each other how much you loved the other one and it was just so peaceful and quiet.

Until Yoongi suddenly said: “You two are so cute, that it's disgusting,” before turning back around and leaving, both of you staring after him.

“Have you heard him come in?”

“Nope,” you shrugged and pulled him back down.

Both of you oblivious to the fact that Yoongi had been watching with a smile for about ten minutes at how much you loved each other.

kim taehyung

“Come on, come on,” you and Taehyung both said at the same time, trying to get Yeontan to run from the end of the bed towards you.

And with one bark, he did just that, until his tiny feet were standing on Tae's chest, “Good job!”

“I love him so much,” you smiled, kissing his furry head, “Actually just reminds me of how much I want to have a baby with you..”

“What?” his eyes widened, his head immediately whipping towards you.

“What?” you asked in return, as alarmed as he was, because you had NOT wanted to say that out loud.

“Taehyungie.. we want to go,” Jin opened the door, without bothering to knock, “Oh! Sorry, I didn't know (Y/N) was here..”

However, neither Taehyung nor you moved for a second, both of you staring at each other, until Jin cleared his throat and repeated what he just said.

It was only when they were on their way to the show, that Jin asked him what that staring contest had been about.

“She.. she said she wants to have my baby,” Taehyung grinned from ear to ear, “She wants to have my baby, hyung!”

jeon jeongguk

“Kookie, did you finish the..-” but as soon as you had turned around, he had smeared a bit of the dough onto your nose, grinning at you with the prettiest bunny smile in the universe.

“Finish what?”

“You're so going to regret that,” and so even though you two wanted to make a cake, you ended up covering the other one in dough and flour, not even realizing Taehyung had come in and started taking pictures.

At least now he'd have a great Christmas present, because these pictures were by far the cutest he had ever taken of you two, especially the one of you both covered in god knows what and kissing like it really didn't matter.

[onlystylesangels]

Never Gonna Stop Loving You

Requested: A concept: H is dating a meme Lord who never seizes to make him laugh ("what the cinnamon toast fuck is this?")

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, some cursing, some angst, alcohol use, and family member gets sick.

Word Count: 10k+

A/N: Hello! I started writing this fic last week and I had a blast writing it. I laughed so much while writing this. I hope you lovelies like this! Sending much love to my beta reader and lovely person that gave me ideas to put in this fic. Love you, @nerdylittoyvoid

Feedback is much appreciated and come talk to me here! if you want to talk about this fic! Hope you enjoy! Much love! 💓❤💞💕💖

“Dusty, baby! Honey where you at? Come on, man I gotta go to that party Johnny invited me to.” Y/N said aloud as she paced in her room then to the living room and back into her bedroom.

“Dustin, I’m serious you little twat, come here.”

Y/N was trying to find her two-year-old siamese cat. He hasn’t eaten and she wasn’t just gonna leave home and not feed him.

“Dusty! Where the hell are you?” She asked herself as she walked towards her bedroom. She looked at every crevice of her bedroom which was the room that Dustin usually spent most of his time in. Before Y/N could look under her bed she heard scratching near her dresser.

“Dusty?”

She walked towards the white dresser and opened each drawer as she looked through to see if there was something that was making the scratching noise. She finally made it to the middle drawer and pulled it out, she looked through the undergarments and felt a distinct furry body.

“Dusty!” Y/N exclaimed as she picked up Dusty from her drawer.

“What the hell were you doing in my drawer where all my panties are at?” She looked over at the woozy little cat. “You’re something else, sweetheart.” Y/N giggled as she kissed the top of Dusty’s little head.

So Y/N fed Dusty his food before she gathered her things so she could head out to Johnny’s house. Johnny was a really close friend that she met during college. Y/N didn’t receive a degree because she couldn’t juggle school, work and paying rent after she turned eighteen. Her mother didn’t want Y/N to quit college because of what she was going through, but also Y/N didn’t really see herself succeeding in college. Y/N’s father was around but he was happily married with another woman and lived with his new family as he left behind the family that he once loved. That story was a long story itself, so Y/N and her mother barely talked about it and tried to move on from it as much as they could.

Y/N drove to Johnny’s house where he was hosting a little get-together with his close friends. Y/N wasn’t going to go, but she really wanted to be somewhere other than her home, she wanted to drink a lot of beer and catch up with Johnathan( Johnny). So she drove through the interstate and had her windows down as the fresh air of the evening blew in through the interior of her car. Now, she was living her best life.

**//**

“Hey Johnny!”

“Y/N! I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Well, I was worried about Dusty being by himself, cause you know, I have a heart you know?”

“Yeah.”

“You know what’s a heart right? It’s uh- it’s right here.” Y/N pointed at her chest as she smiled at Johnny who was already getting annoyed.

“Alright, alright. Just get in here, okay? I’m sorry about that one time. I’m sorry sweetheart.” Johnny apologized as he brought Y/N to his chest and hugged her to death.

“Apology accepted. But you still fucking left me alone at that one party you twat.” Y/N swatted at his arm.

“I know, I know, jeez. I apologized already, what else do you want?”

“You know what.” Y/N said calmly as she eyed the big cooler next to the fridge.

Johnny scoffed and nodded his head in assurance as Y/N followed behind him.

“Fine. You can have the whole cooler to yourself, I guess.” He sighed as he ran a hand through his black curls. Y/N just smiled up at him and gave him a kiss to the cheek.

“You know you still love me.” Y/N teased as Johnny rolled his eyes and walked towards the living room.

Y/N was happy. She had a big cooler all to herself and she had snacks that she could grab at arms length, so yeah, she was so fucking happy right now. Food and drinks, what more could you ask for? Y/N took a swig of her beer and was about to put the bottle down on the unoccupied seat next to her, but someone sat there before she could. When did this guy ever sit down? Or was he already sitting there? Wait, has she been setting her beer bottle on him all this time?

“Umm, hello stranger. I was using this seat.”

“Really? ‘Cos you’re sitting on that chair and no one was sitting on this chair, so… I don’t think you were really using this chair.”

“Stranger fucking danger.” Y/N whispered to herself, making it hard for the guy to hear her.

“What’d you say, sweetheart?”

“Stranger danger!” Y/N whispered yelled, as the guy just laughed. He just fucking laughed! Who the hell he thinks he is?

“Can you get up please? I was really using this seat, sir.” Y/N asked as the guy didn’t even budge the slightest. He just sat there as he stared at her face with a hungry look.

“Can I take you home, babe? Come on, you’ll have a great time.” The guy said his breath smelling of cigarettes and beer mixed together.

“Yeah, no.” Y/N stood up from her chair and opened the cooler and grabbed two beer bottles for herself. “Just take the place. I’m gonna head out, so just make yourself home. Mouthbreather.” She said as she whispered the last part to herself.

“No, come on, baby let me take you home.” The guy slurred as he grabbed Y/N’s wrist tightly.

“Let go. Let go of me!” Y/N exclaimed as she tried to take the man's hand off of her wrist.

“Hey, man. Let her go, yeah? Look I think you’re a little woozy, so just do yourself a favor and go home.” A guy behind him said. Y/N didn’t get a good look at him, but from what she heard this guy didn’t sound from around here.

“Mind your own damn business, little English boy.” The asshole spatted.

“Hey, Lennie! Get your ass over here you little asshole!” Johnny exclaimed from the living room. He walked towards the kitchen as he made sure Y/N was alright before he walked towards the asshole which his name was Lennie apparently.

“You okay, Y/N?” Johnny asked as he landed his hands on her arms and ran his hands up and down her arms.

“Yeah. Fucking twat couldn’t take a hint.” Y/N glared at the twat.

“Lennie, come on let me take you home. You’ve had enough drinks.” Johnny wrapped an arm around Lennie’s waist so he could guide him through the people that were gathered in the kitchen that led to the back door of the house. Y/N gave Lennie the bird before he even walked out of the house.

Everyone else in the house went back to talking as some guys that have known Y/N walked towards her and made sure she was okay after that guy tried hitting on her. Y/N thanked them for their concerns and told them that she was alright and told them to go back to what they were doing as they smiled and patted her head as Y/N smiled brightly up at them.

Y/N walked towards the seat that she was sitting on and opened the beer bottle and gulped up the whole beer.

“Are you okay? Woah, woah, slow down, love. Don’t want ya choking.”

Y/N looked up and saw the guy that defended her moments ago. Damn. He was a really good looking man.

“Yeah. I’m alright.” Y/N cleared her throat, “Umm, thank you for uh, defending me earlier. I really appreciate it.” She smiled up at him as he was still standing. “Do you want to sit?” Y/N asked as she patted the seat next to her.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

The English man sat next to her and smiled at her as he pointed at the cooler next to her.

“Can you hand me a beer, please?”

“Umm. I don't know if I can.”

“Why?” His brows furrowed as he ran a hand through his long brown curls.

Y/N hummed in response as she took a sip of her beer and stared at the English man with a smirk.

“Johnny told me that this cooler was for me, and if you don’t believe me, you can always ask him yourself. You can always get a beer from somewhere else... pretty sure Johnny and the other guys bought more beer than just this full cooler.”

“But he left to take that guy to his house. Can I just get one beer from your cooler?”

“No.” Y/N simply replied back as she took another sip of her beer.

“You’re impossible.” The man retorted.

“Never said that I was possible.” Y/N whispered to herself and looked away from the guy.

“What?” He asked.

“What?” Y/N replied back as a little smile almost appeared on her face.

Y/N continued taking drinks from the bottle of beer she was drinking out of. She grabbed little animal crackers and tossed them in her mouth. She was about to get another handful when she returned back in her seat and saw that the English man that was sitting next to her wasn't there anymore. Finally, she had the chair all to herself now. Finally!

Before Y/N could set her beer bottle and animal crackers, the familiar English man returned with a beer can. So, Y/N held onto the animal crackers in one hand as she put her beer bottle on the floor. She then opened the cooler and grabbed another beer bottle for the English man.

"Here you go." Y/N said as she handed the beer to the man.

“You made me walk all the way to the patio to get a beer? And all this time you could've given me one?" He asked, his brow furrowed. He looked frustrated. Which was Y/N's plan all along.

"Sorry mate. That was the plan."

"To annoy me?"

Y/N nodded as she took an animal cracker and ate it. “I mean. Yeah. Sorry… but Merry Chrysler. You finally got a beer.” Y/N smirked as Harry furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What?”

“Merry Chrysler.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘Merry Christmas’?”

“No, I meant what I said. Merry Chrysler.”

**//**

Y/N and the unknown English man both sat together as they drank and ate little animal crackers. Y/N had a water bottle next to her so she could control her drinking.

"Never caught your name English man." Y/N added as she drank a gulp of water.

"Harry. Harry Styles." The ma- Harry put his hand in front of him signaling Y/N to shake his hand.

"Y/N Y/L/N. It's nice to meet you Harry Styles." She muttered as she furrowed her brow after she said his full name. "Is that really your name?"

"Yeah, why?"

"It sounds… funny."

"Funny? How?"

"Harry Styles. I don't know it's just uni-,"

"Unique." Harry finished off as Y/N nodded.

"Something like that. I mean what do you ask for whenever you go to the barber shop? 'Yeah, can you give me the hairiest styles you have?'" Y/N giggled, as Harry smiled at her because he couldn't resist her little joke.

"Okay, I guess it is a little funny, yeah? But I like my name."

"Aww, I'm glad you do. Cause I like it too. With all it's hairy glory." Y/N giggled as Harry joined in.

**//**

"Hey Y/N! Harry, how's it going, man. Enjoying the party?"

"Yeah. I'm enjoying it now. Now that I have Y/N to entertain me. She's making fun of my hair." Harry explained.

"It's not making fun, Harry. It's simply admiring those beautiful locks of hair." Y/N teased as she touched a strand of his shoulder length hair.

"No, pretty sure it's making fun."

"No."

"Yes."

"Well, I'm gonna leave you two. Sounds like you both are getting along really well so, I don't want to bother whatever this is." Johnny gestured at them. He was gonna get a beer from Y/N's cooler but he saw one next to Y/N's chair that was already open so he took that advantage and drank out of it. Just a couple sips that's all.

"Jonathan! That's theft! You're stealing my beer. How many times have I told you that theft is illegal! Don't be fucking RUDE!" Y/N exclaimed as she tried to mimic Kim's voice from that one episode.

"Damn, alright! Take your beer back, Y/N, jee-suz."

"Thank you, Johnny." She smiled. Harry just stared at her, she wasn't looking at him since she was busy looking at Johnny.

"Have fun, Harry. And Y/N, you're fucking unbelievable sometimes."

"Never said I was believable, sweetie." Y/N muttered before she took a swig of beer.

Johnny rolled his eyes and shook his head in disbelief and he walked away from Harry and Y/N.

"Seems to me you get on his nerves."

"Nah, the twat's used to it already."

"You seem fun to be around long enough."

"I guess you can say that, English muffin."

"What'd you call me?"

"English muffin. You like it? I made it up myself."

"Uh… if I say no would it hurt your feelings?"

"No. You're just being honest if you say no. It's fine if you don't like your name, I like your name, and that's all that counts."

"Yeah. Whatever you say, Y/N." Harry smiled as he looked down at his drink and smirked to himself. "That's all that counts, love."

Harry and Y/N continued talking to each other as they both started drinking water and ate applesauce.

"I like your eyes, love. They look beautiful in the light." Harry complimented as Y/N looked back at him with a cheeky smile.

"Uh, thanks? You have pretty eyes too, English muffin." Y/N replied as Harry smirked. He was really close to Y/N which confused Y/N. There was enough room for them, it was not like they were crowded with people around them, they were literally the only people left in the kitchen.

Once Harry finally stepped a few steps away from her, Y/N accidentally dropped her little cup of applesauce.

“Dammit.” Y/N cursed to herself. She walked towards the counter and grabbed napkins to clean up the applesauce. She came back to the mess and bent down as she continued to swipe clean the floor.

“I bet Johnny put some idiot juice in my beer earlier. Little mouth breather had it all planned out.” Y/N says as she laughs nervously.

She hoped that Harry wouldn’t come and help her clean up, but to her distaste, that’s exactly what he did. He grabbed a couple of napkins from the counter and bent down so he could help Y/N with the spilled applesauce.

He just made this so much worse. Couldn’t he just stop being a gentleman and stop helping her? Could he just stay standing and continue sipping his water? Why did he have to be so nice and… charming?

“Hey, English muffin I got it. Don’t worry about it.” Y/N said as she stopped rubbing the floor to look at Harry next to her. His face was literally inches away from hers as he concentrated on rubbing the applesauce off the floor.

“No, it’s fine, love. Let me help you, yeah?” Harry answered as he continued to clean. Y/N just stared at him confused. Why was he being so nice?

So the entire time she was with Harry, Y/N started questioning the many compliments and his questions. Like one in particular, he asked out of nowhere if she was single. If she was honest she wanted to ask him the same question, but she didn’t want to, because she didn’t want him to think she was interested in him. Well, not yet, anyway. Harry even told one of his many jokes, which were horrible.

“Why did a flower fall off it’s bike?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, why?”

“‘Cos’ it’s petals fell off.” Harry laughed as he looked back at Y/N her brows furrowed and a clear view of disappointment on her face. “Get it?”

“Umm, no.” Y/N said in a monotone voice.

She was probably overreacting he was definitely not flirting with her. Right?

“You want to see my tattoos? I mean I have some under this shirt and one on my thigh, but I think it’s too soon for that, yeah? Do you want to see them?”

“Okay, English muffin hold your horses. I don’t want to see your tattoos and I certainly don’t want to see that tattoo on your thigh.”

Or did she? Yeah, she did.

“Okay, I understand. Do you want to see me juggle?” He asked as he got up from his chair.

What can English muffin not do?

“Umm, sure.” Y/N replied. She was bored now, she kept questioning about Harry and his intentions and why he wanted to impress her so much. She wasn’t interested in him anyways, why try so hard?

Harry went towards the fruit bowl and grabbed three small apples. He stood a foot from Y/N as he had two apples in one hand and another small little apple in his other hand. He gestured to Y/N if she was ready, and Y/N nodded as she had her elbow set on her chair. She was already getting tired and bored, so she hoped it was true that he could juggle.

Harry started to juggle and Y/N had a smile on her face. Why did he make her so happy for some reason? Was it because he tried to be funny or was it something else that caught her eye? Well, for Harry it was different.

Harry was enchanted with her when he had his first interaction with her. When he had to walk out to the patio and grab a beer because she said that the cooler was only hers. He actually laughed inside he didn’t get mad at her. Y/N just seemed like a person that Harry would want to know more about, so here he was, he juggled each little apple with both hands as he looked at Y/N smiling brightly up at him even though she had a glint of tiredness behind those pretty eyes.

Harry finished juggling as he threw the apples in the air and all three apples went rolling on the floor. They were all spread out, so Harry had to go feet away from the kitchen to get one of the apples.

Y/N laughed at his silliness and made eye contact with Johnny who was walking towards her.

“Hey. I just wanted to say that Harry has been giving you looks. Have you noticed?” Johnny asked as he looked at Harry who was trying to find the missing apples that he dropped.

“What’s that, Johnny?” Y/N asked. Trying to make it seem as if she didn’t hear what he just said.

“You know you heard me. He’s giving you those love eyes, or whatever they’re called.”

“Heart eyes, mothafucka.” Y/N said as she lowered her voice. “He’s not. English muffin wouldn’t dare.” Y/N reasoned as Johnny narrowed his eyes at her and looked away.

“Alright. But I’m just telling you, your English muffin, or whatever you call him has heart eyes for you.” Johnny confessed. “I mean, I’m literally feet away from you two and I can even see it. I know that you know it, right?” Johnny asked as he looked intently at Y/N’s worried eyes.

Fuck.

"Fuck. I need my inhaler, where's my inhaler!"

“Hey! I just found all the apples!” Harry exclaimed once he entered back in the kitchen.

“You alright, love?” Harry asked as he set the apples that he dropped on the counter. Johnny took his queue and walked away, but before he could he mouthed, ‘told you so,’ to Y/N.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him as Johnny smiled to himself. Y/N looked back at Harry a worried expression on his face. “I’m gonna call the police if you don’t stop this nonsense right now!” Y/N exclaimed as her hands became sweaty.

“What?” Harry questioned. He genuinely looked confused.

“You heard me!” She eyed Harry.

“What nonsense did I do?” He asked as he put a hand on his hip.

“You know exactly what you’re doing, English muffin!” She exclaimed

“I don’t- I don’t understand, what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, Harry!”

“You finally called me by my name!”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him as if that was the big deal right now.

“Where the hell is my inhaler!”

"Didn't know you had asthma."

Well, I wouldn't need it if it wasn't for you flirting with me. Which I now realize that you have been doing all this time. Johnny knows and probably everyone here knows. But besides me. But now… I can see it. I see what you’re doing, English muffin.

Y/N looked in the cupboards and drawers as if her inhaler was going to be there. She just tried to distract herself from staring at Harry’s jade green eyes. Oh how she wished black holes existed on Earth so it could suck her up right now.

"Oh. Well, do you want me to help you find it?" Harry asked, his eyes softening as he stood a foot besides her.

"No, no. Just stay here, English muffin. I probably just left it in the bathroom."

As if it was actually in the bathroom.

Y/N walked away from Harry leaving him alone in the kitchen as she walked towards the bathroom that she hoped wasn’t occupied right now, because she really needed somewhere to hide and where to take a breather.

Y/N sat on the toilet seat and had her head in her hands. She tried to think. But what did she have to think about? She just sat there and continued to tap her foot from the nerves that started to build in her body. Familiar butterflies flying around in her tummy all were bad signs. No, no.

Y/N you can’t. I repeat, you cannot fall in love with this guy, you barely even know him. Well, he is a good juggler, but that doesn’t matter. Just make sure you don’t fall in love with him!

Minutes after Y/N gave herself a pep talk she was staring at the mirror, she was so nervous that her face started to sweat a bit. She cleaned her face with bits of cold water and tapped the water away with a washcloth. Thankfully she wasn’t wearing a lot of makeup, but just lip balm and mascara, but she didn’t put water near her eye area. So, she got out of the bathroom and took in a deep breath of air before she walked towards the kitchen. She fixed her hair a bit and touched her cheeks making sure that they were cool and not burning hot like a while ago. Once Y/N walked towards the kitchen Harry was sitting on the chair he originally sat before.

Harry had his head down and his elbows set on his knees. He heard footsteps coming from the hallway and looked up to see Y/N walk in.

"Did you find it?" Harry asked once he landed eyes on Y/N’s eyes.

"Yeah." She replied back. As she looked through her purse and retrieved her keys.

No.

"Oh good. I'm glad you found it, love." Harry smiled.

“I’m gonna head out. Have you seen Johnny around?”

“No. But I think he’s still outside somewhere.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Hey is everything okay?” Harry asked as he touched her arm in assurance.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine.” She assured him as she slightly brushed off his hand from her arm. “It was nice meeting you, English muffin.” Y/N smiled as she started to walk away.

“Yeah- yeah, it was nice seei- meeting you, love.” Harry said as he looked down at the floor when he saw Y/N disappear through the crowds that were in the living room. He felt sad inside, he felt as if the light of his party just left and she did. Y/N literally made this party much more enjoyable for him and he was happy during their time hanging out with her, he just wished that he could spend more time with her, maybe soon if Johnny throws another party.

As Harry stood in the kitchen as he reminisced his time with Y/N. Y/N was now outside of the house as she walked towards crowds of people. She turned her head left and right trying to find Johnny so she could properly say bye.

She walked through a group of guys and recognized the back of a curly head. Johnny was talking with one of his friends. Y/N walked towards the little group of guys and tapped Johnny’s back as he turned back and smiled and excused himself from the group.

“Hey Y/N. What’s up?”

“Hey Johnny. I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna head out.”

“Already? You just got here five hours ago, I think.”

“Exactly five hours ago. It’s one in the morning. I have to check on Dustin, so I’ll see you later?” Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around Johnny’s tall frame.

“Okay then. Drive safely, sweetheart.” Johnny looked ahead through the kitchen window and found Harry sitting alone in the kitchen eating animal crackers. "Did you say bye to your lover?" Johnny asked as he smirked down at her once they unwrapped their arms from each other.

Y/N punched Johnny in the arm and looked at the window. "He's not my lover, Johnny."

"Okaayyyy, whatever you say. But I give it a couple months." He looked at Y/N with his brows raised and making a shaped heart with his hands. “Just wait and see, Y/N. I’m fucking calling it!” Johnny exclaimed as Y/N put her hand over his mouth.

"Shut up, Johnny! It’s not gonna happen. Never."

Or so that’s what she thought.

So Y/N left the party and left that thought of Harry actually liking her that way. She hoped it wasn’t true and she hoped that what she felt during that short period of time of getting to know him she wasn’t feeling anything towards him too. Oh how she hoped.

The next month went pretty slow. Y/N went to work as a barista in a coffee shop and after that she went to check on her mother. This was a daily thing for Y/N. When she finished working her shift at the coffee shop she would go to her mom’s house and even though it was ten at night, she would still go to check on her. She knew that her mother got annoyed whenever she would visit her because of her being lonely in that house, but she had to understand that Y/N was her only child and that she made it her job to check up on the only family she had left. Well, the only family she had close to her, so everyday went like that. Going to work and visiting mom and sometimes even sleeping over because she was just too tired to go back home, but she had to force herself to leave because Dustin was alone in the apartment.

“Hey, mom. You doing okay?” Y/N asked as she stepped into the familiar house of her childhood.

“I’m doing fine, baby.” She responded from the living room. She stood up from her chair and went to hug Y/N.

“Good. What are you watching?”

“Some romantic comedy.”

Y/N smiled as she sat down on the couch and her mother joining in as she covered Y/N with a fuzzy blanket. Her mother joined her and they both sat next to each other as they watched the television.

Y/N’s and her mom’s relationship is what a mother and daughter relationship should be. But there were times when they would just ignore each other for months, because of what the other one said, and the person always coming back and apologizing would be Y/N. Y/N understood that her mom hated talking about being all alone in this house and she understood why her mother never liked talking about it. Y/N just worried that she still lived in this house because of holding onto those old memories that have implanted themselves on the walls of the house. She wanted her mom to move in with her and sell the house but Y/N also understood that her mother wasn’t going to be happy in a small space compared with a big space that she’s been so used to.

So Y/N slept for a bit and she woke up at three in the morning and told her mother that she was going to head home. She kissed her mom goodbye and told her that she’ll come by later.

Y/N came back to her apartment and greeted little Dustin and fed him before she fell asleep again. It was the weekend so she wasn’t worried about going to work. She spent her whole day in her little home as Dusty followed behind her when Y/N finally got up from bed. She went straight to the bathroom and did her business. She walked to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee so she could properly wake up. She then grabbed a book from the bookshelves in the living room and sat next to Dusty who was balled up on the couch. Y/N pet his head as he purred and Y/N smiled down at the little animal.

After she was done reading a bit from her book she decided to take a relaxing bath so she could lift off the stress that she has collected this week and last weekend.

Last weekend. That was one of the most eventful weekends she’s had all year. Besides her birthday that was on the weekend, but this weekend was different. Her visit to Johnny’s house was something else and that guy. Henry Steels, or Harry Style? Whatever his name was, he really left a mark on her. She actually enjoyed being around him and she’s never met a person that could juggle which is kinda cool in her opinion. She even had dreams about him which was odd. Was that odd? Of course it was odd! She barely knew this guy and the day after she was already dreaming about him and that whole day she kept thinking about him. Hopefully, Y/N wouldn't have to see him again but she knew that was going to be impossible. Harry was close to Johnny, so it was definite that she was going to see him again. She didn't know when but it wasn't going to be the last from him.

**Weeks Later**

Y/N was in the kitchen as she mixed some blueberry muffin batter. Her baking book started to get blurry from the flour that started flying away from the bowl as she mixed.

“Dusty! Baby go sit on the couch I almost stepped on you.” She looked down at the little cat that stared back at her.

Y/N evenly distributed the batter on muffin liners and put them on the muffin tray. She put them in the oven and walked herself to the living room and waited for the treats to bake.

As soon as she sat on the couch her phone began ringing as Johnny’s name flashed on the screen.

“Hello.”

“Y/N? Hey! Do you want to come by later today?”

“Hmm. I don’t know Johnny I have to go see mom and Dust-,”

“You can bring Dustin with you. And tell your mom I said hi.”

“I haven’t said yes you twat!”

“Yes or no?”

“It’s a maybe.” Y/N replied as she rolled her eyes and ran her hand over Dusty’s back.

“Well, would it change your mind if I told you Harry was coming?”

Fuck sakes!

Would it change her mind from a ‘maybe’? Probably yes, but she was obviously not going to tell Johnny that.

“No, it wouldn’t change my mind. I don’t care if Henry’s going to be there-,”

“His name’s Harry.” Johnny corrected as Y/N rolled her eyes at him again.

“You cut me off Jonathan! I’ll text you if I’m coming.” Y/N said as she hung up the phone without hearing what else Johnny had to say.

She was annoyed right now, especially the fact that he always had to bring up Harry and it started to get on her nerves. Although, one time Johnny mentioned that he was going to celebrate his birthday at a bar and he mentioned that Harry was going to come along, Y/N already had her mind made up that she was going. But today, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to face Harry again. She did start to like him more whenever she would see him. And that was bad news. Well, bad news for her.

She carried a tupperware filled with blueberry muffins as she walked across the street to go to her mom’s house. She knocked but her mom never answered the door, so Y/N grabbed her house key and unlocked the door. She entered inside as she called for her mom that she was here to see her, but still no answer. Y/N started to worry more and more as she entered the living room with the television on, but no one occupying the space. She entered the kitchen and still no one there. She set the tupperware of muffins on the counter and walked to her mom’s bedroom and that’s when she started to cry. Her mom was lying down on the floor, pale, and beads of sweat on her face and everywhere on her skin. Y/N tilted her head so she can hear her heart, she was breathing but seeing her like this had Y/N worried, so she called the hospital and kept her mother’s body close to her as she waited for the paramedics to come.

**//**

Y/N was outside of her mom’s hospital room as she ran her hands up and down her thighs from how nervous she was and how frightened she was. She looked up each time a nurse or doctor would pass by and she would check her phone to see how long it would take for the nurses to come out of the room.

Finally, as the door swung open the nurse came out and told Y/N to come inside and see her mother. She walked inside and tears were starting to form as she gazed over her mother’s sleeping body. She hated seeing her mother in a hospital bed, it gave her nightmares and made her think about so many negative outcomes. But she just wished that this would be over soon and that she would bring her mother back home. That’s all she wished for.

“Mom? I know you can’t hear me because you’re sleeping, but I love you mom.” Y/N said as she held her mother’s right hand in hers.

Y/N sat on the chair that was next to the bed and slept for a bit as she waited for her mom to wake up. Y/N woke up from her phone vibrating in her sweater pocket. She retrieved the phone and walked outside of the room and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? Are you okay? You sound tired.”

“Yeah, I’m- I just woke up Johnny, what’s up?” Y/N asked as she rubbed her eyes as they adjusted to the bright lights of the hallways.

“You’re not coming, are you?”

“No, sorry Johnny.”

“It’s fine sweetheart. But are you really okay? Do you want me to come by to yours? I can end this party early and come over if you want?”

Y/N smiled as she checked the clock on the wall.

“I’m fine Johnny, really. Just enjoy yourself, yeah? I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“I hope you don’t get mad at me, but Harry asked for you. Just wanted you to know.”

Harry asked for her? Hmm, what does the English muffin want now?

“Did he? Well tell him he still owes me those twenty bucks when we made that bet playing darts. He better not have forgotten.” Y/N whispered the last part to herself.

“Okay I’ll tell him Y/N. Tell your mom I said hi. I Love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Johnny, and I’ll tell her in a bit. Keep having fun, you twat.” Y/N smiled as tears started to well up in her eyes again. Johnny and Y/N both said their goodbyes and hung up as Y/N swiped away the fallen tears on her cheeks before she came back inside the room.

Y/N sat down on her seat and looked up to see her mom slowly opening her eyes.

“Mom?”

Her mother looked over the room she was in and let out an exhale of breath.

“Y/N? What happened? Why am I in the hospital?” Her mother asked as she ran a hand over the hospital wristband.

“Mom you were passed out when I came by to the house. I had to call the hospital. Mom, you scared the shit out of me. Do you remember anything before you passed out?”

“I went to work on the garden. I didn’t eat before going outside and I came inside the house to drink a glass of water and I think I passed out after that.”

“Mom, you have to be more careful. You scared the hell out of me and I was worried that you di-,”

“You thought I died? Baby, I promise I’m fine.”

“Mom-,”

The doctor and nurse came in the room and they checked how Y/N’s mother was doing. They gave her a couple of prescriptions that she can take and encouraged her to always eat before she was going out to work. Y/N thanked them both and they were granted to leave the hospital.

**//**

“I’m going to stay overnight and tomorrow mom.” Y/N informed her mom.

“You don’t have to stay over darling, just go back home and take care of that cat of yours.”

Y/N shook her head as she fluffed up the pillows on her mother’s bed and told her to lie down so Y/N could give her something to eat.

The rest of the night Y/N fed her mother and made sure she was hydrated enough. The next day Y/N left the house but before she left she made sure her mom ate breakfast. Her mother promised that she was going to eat and drink normally so with that Y/N gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and left.

**//**

Y/N was busy with work the next week and she rang her mom whenever she could during her breaks. Her mother ate and drank water normally and Y/N was glad that she was doing better. The next two months, Y/N always went to check on her mom and made sure she wasn’t overworking herself.

**//**

*Month Later*

“I’m literally outside the bar Johnny. Okay, well tell him to get the dart board ready. Johnny I’m literally out her-,”

“Y/N.”

“English muffin.” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him.

“Got your twenty bucks.”

Y/N took the green paper and tucked it in her purse.

“Nice doing business with you Harry.” Y/N said as she walked to the entrance of the bar as Harry smiled to himself and ran to catch up to Y/N.

“Johnny!” Y/N exclaimed once she entered in the crowded bar.

“Y/N!” A head of curls replied. “You made it! Here, come follow me, the dartboard is over here.”

Y/N followed close behind. She looked behind her for a second and saw Harry following her towards the dartboard. You're going to lose, English muffin.

“Okay, knock yourselves out.” Johnny smiled at both Y/N and Harry.

“I plan to.” Y/N let out as Harry made his way to the dartboard and pulled off the darts.

“Just don’t steal my beer this time, Johnny.” Harry said as he set his beer next to him.

“Sorry about that man. Have fun you two oh and Y/N, can I talk to you for a bit?”

“Sure?”

Johnny brought Y/N close to him as they were feet away from Harry. Johnny was smiling, so Y/N was confused what he wanted to talk about.

“So, what’s up?”

“He likes you, you know that right?”

“Johnny-,”

“Look, just hear me out. It’s fucking obvious that he likes you and it’s weird I’m saying this because I’ve never said this out loud, but-,”

“What?” Y/N whispered as Johnny leaned in his mouth near her ear.

“The ship is about to sail!” He whisper yelled.

“Johnny if you don’t-, He doesn’t like me.”

Right? Harry doesn’t even like Y/N that way. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, right?

“Alright. But if he asks you out then I’m going to laugh my ass off because I fucking called it.”

“See you later Johnny.” Y/N said as she walked over to the dartboard leaving Johnny a laughing mess. “Fucking twat.” Y/N whispered to herself as she looked back at Johnny as he was still laughing his ass off.

“Hey Y/N. You can go first since the last time I went first.” Harry said as he handed Y/N the darts. “Somethin’ wrong, love?”

“Nah, just Johnny being Johnny.”

“Yeah I feel ya. He can be a twat sometimes.” Harry smirked. He moved to the side and took a sip of his beer.

So the rest of the time they both played darts. Harry kept getting frustrated with himself every time Y/N got a bullseye. Harry knew he was going to lose and there was nothing that he could do about it. After playing darts they sat down on a table that was just feet away from the dartboard.

“So why didn’t you come the last time Johnny hosted a party?” Harry asked as he sipped some of his beer.

Y/N closed her eye as she tried to aim the dart near the bullseye.

“I took my mom to the hospital.” Y/N said as she threw the dart at the board landing on the bullseye.

“Is she okay? What happened?”

“She fainted. She was dehydrated.” Y/N explained.

Harry paused from throwing a dart that was in his hand as he looked back at Y/N who was looking at the dart in her hand.

“Is she fine now?”

“She’s better now. She’s eating and drinking water normally, so everything is going good with her. I just had to stay with her you know? She’s the only close family I have left.” Y/N added as she ran a hand through her hair.

Harry smiled as he brought Y/N in for a hug.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t feel comfortable, love. I’m glad your mom is doing well after what she went through.”

“Look at you English muffin. You’re getting soft and cute.”

“Is that bad?” Harry questioned as he raised his brows.

“No.” She replied as she smiled up at him. “I really needed this. Playing darts with an English man that has a very unique and funny name.

“The 'hairiest styles'.” Harry laughed as he ran a hand through his long hair.

Y/N smiles at him as he takes the dart that was in her hand and threw it at the board.

“Ooh. Bullseye.”

**//**

“Hey Y/N, can you fetch us some drinks?”

“Why me? Send English muffin.” Y/N retorted as she rested her chin in her hand.

“I did last time.” Harry added as Y/N sent him a look.

“Please?” Johnny asked as he started to pout his lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked towards the bar tenders.

“You like her, don’t you?”

Harry choked a bit from sipping his water and looked up at Johnny.

“Mhm? What’d ya say mate?”

“You do the same as she does! I know you heard me what I said. You like her.”

“Umm, I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout mate. How many beers have you had?”

“Harry, just tell me, man. Do you like her?”

Yes!

I like her as a friend and I do want to take it towards something else, but will she want to?

“Umm-,”

“Okay, how about this. Does she make you happy or makes you laugh?”

“Of course!” Harry smiled as he looked over at Y/N who was still ordering some drinks. “She makes me laugh, I don’t know why.” Harry smiles his face reddening as he looks down.

Johnny sat there silently observing Harry, a smile sneaking on his face. He knew it. He knew that both of them had feelings for each other and it was just a matter of time that they were going to start dating.

“Okay. Just don’t tell Y/N we talked about this, but if you ever ask her out just know if you ever hurt her, I’m gonna hunt you down Styles. That’s a promise.” Johnny warned his demeanor changing from the happy joyful spirit he had.

“Got it.” Harry nodded.

“I’m serious, Harry. Y/N is like a little sister to me, and I don’t want to see her hurting by someone mistreating her and playing with her heart.” Johnny narrowed his eyes as he drank the rest of his beer.

“Promise I won’t hurt her. I give you my word, Johnny.” Harry let out as Johnny kept an ominous look.

“Good. Now that we cleared that up, have fun.” Johnny said as he smiled at Harry and got up from his chair and walked towards Y/N who was already making herself towards the table.

Harry was left at the table with a worried face and his hands sweating. He knew that he wasn’t ever going to hurt Y/N, but just the talk with Johnny made him intimidating, so he was scared shitless.

*Two Hours Later*

“So I was like sitting there, barbecue sauce on my-,”

“Oh hun, I know where you’re going with that one.” An old man that Y/N was talking to. “My older sons are always saying that and it’s annoying. I don’t get these kids, what’s so funny about that?”

“Oh come on Bob! Let me finish it. Promise I won’t say anything elssseeeeee!” Y/N sing-songed.

Right now Y/N was enjoying herself more than she expected. She drank a little bit too much alcohol, but she was still thinking straight. Y/N was going to drive herself to her apartment but Johnny didn’t want to risk Y/N to drive back home.

“Y/N!” A voice yelled. Y/N didn’t look behind her who it was because she was just focusing on the guys at her table.

“So yeah. I had to call the police because English muffin wasn’t listening to me.” Y/N slurred as she clinked her water bottle with the guy she was talking with.

“Y/N, love.” Harry said as he was beside Y/N’s chair.

“Ah yes, meet English muffin, the man that is always around me.” Y/N smiled as she looked back at Harry.

He smiled as his dimples were present and waved to everyone that surrounded the table. “Hello. How are you all doing?”

“Good.” Everyone around the table replied.

“Good, good. Love, I think it’s time to go.” He whispered close to her ear.

“Leave me alone Engllish muffin! I’m just trying to ball with my brosssss!”

“There isn’t even a ball here.” Harry said as he scratched his head in confusion. “Johnny told me to drive you back home, I’ll even get you that ice cream on the waayyyy.” Harry sing-songed the last part.

Y/N looked back at the group and drank the remaining of her water and stood up from the chair. “See ya-, later guys, English muffin is going to buy me ice cream.” Y/N slurred. As all the guys cheered for Y/N as Harry stood behind Y/N’s chair waiting for her to gather all her things. Harry grabbed her arm so she could wrap it around his waist.

“Hey Johnny, I’m gonna take Y/N home. Loved the party by the way.”

“Okay good. She was getting a little carried away, thanks again Harry.” Johnny thanked as he patted Y/N’s head. “Goodnight Y/N.”

“Bye Johnathannnn.”

Harry held onto Y/N as they walked towards Y/N’s car. Harry clicked the little unlock button on the car key and found her car from the flashing lights.

“Okay, I found your car. Jus’ hold on to me, okay? I don’t want ya falling on me.” Harry said as they walked a bit faster towards Y/N’s car.

“Road work ahead, yeah I sure hope it does.” Y/N muttered. As she glanced at a ‘road work ahead sign.’

“What?”

“Road work ahead, yeah I sure hope it does.” Y/N repeated a bit louder this time as Harry looked at her still confused on what she just said.

“Sometimes I don’t even know what you’re talking ‘bout, love. You confuse me so much but I like it.” Harry smiled as he opened the passenger door and carefully let Y/N sit down on the seat. He shut her door and he walked towards his door and got in.

“Seatbelt?”

“Okay dad.”

Harry smirked as he shifted the gear to reverse as they were out of the parking lot as Harry drove to the nearest McDonalds.

“You sure you’re not gonna kidnap me and tie me up?” Y/N asked as she faced Harry as he kept his sights on the road.

“Why would I do that?”

“I barely know you.”

“We’ve been knowing each other for months now Y/N.”

“Yeah like three months.”

“Five months actually.” Harry corrected her as he looked at her.

“Yeah, but still.” Y/N finalized.

“I’m not gonna kidnap you. If I was, then I wouldn’t have driven us to McDonalds at two in the morning and buy you an ice cream. Right now, I could be comfortably sleeping in my bed.” Harry added as he pulled up at McDonalds.

Y/N sat there in shock as she started to sober up a bit.

“Damn, you right.” She glanced over at Harry as he looked ahead on the road.

“I know I’m right.” Harry smiled as he glanced over at Y/N and kept smiling as his dimples were present.

Harry unlocked Y/N’s apartment since Y/N kept dropping them each time she tried to unlock the door. He finally opens the door and they enter the small apartment as Y/N was busy scooping up ice cream and eating.

“Okay, here we are.” Harry said as he turned the switch as the room illuminated. Harry steps further into the little home as he admires all the wallart. “Your home is beautiful, Y/N.”

“Thanks. Dusty! Dustin honey, where are you?” Y/N calls.

Soft little taps were heard as Y/N started smiling and Harry stood behind as he tried to catch a glimpse of who she was calling for.

“Dusty!”

“You have a cat!” Harry exclaims. He bends down and pets the little cat.

“Yes. He may look like grandma but he’s a charmer.”

“Like grandma?”

“You know, the cat that: ‘Looks like grandma the fucking thing!’.” Y/N air quoted.

Harry stood there confused yet again as he gave Y/N a look and looked back down at little Dusty.

“Don’t know what you mean, love. I’m very confused.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and bends down to pet Dusty.

“Nevermind what I said. Sorry I said about that about you Dusty, you know it’s not true hun.” Y/N explains as she kisses Dusty’s head.

“Think I should get going.” Harry said

“We took my car, your car is back at the bar, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So just stay here. I’ll get some blankets and an extra pillow for you.” Y/N said as she walked towards the closet near the hallway.

“Love, I don’t think I should stay- I’ma just call an Uber.”

“No. Just sleep here. It’s-,” Y/N checked her phone to look at the time and she gasped how late it actually it was. “It’s almost three in the morning, Harry. Just stay here.”

Y/N gave Harry the blankets and pillows and told him to make himself comfortable.

They both fell asleep right after that, but Y/N woke up earlier than usual. She woke up around five in the morning because of a very descriptive dream. She was dreaming about having sex and the person she was having sex was with Harry himself.

Fucking hell!

Did she really have to dream about Harry? Out of all the men out there that she has met it had to be Harry? What is happening? She can’t be falling for him now. Or is she?

No! Whatever you do Y/N, you can’t fall in love with him! If you do...

Yeah. That was an understatement. She couldn’t help it. She realized her feelings for Harry were always there when she first met him, even though he wasn’t one that actually understood her humor, but isn’t that how relationships are formed, with time?

The next month Harry asked Y/N out on a date. Y/N was going to decline because she didn’t want to be with him in a romantic relationship, but she knew that she couldn’t decline. She knew she had a huge crush on him, so she said yes to him and they both went to dinner and went to watch a movie after and then they went for ice cream. And after the date they both exchanged numbers as it was not the last time they were going to see each other. Harry and Y/N really hit it off well after that first party. They knew they weren’t going to admit it to each other, but they both thanked Johnny for bringing them together on that wonderful party that had a switch of events. And what a switch of events it was.

**//**

“Harry can you come with me to the store?” Y/N called as she was in her bedroom changing into some sweatpants and the rolling stones t-shirt that Harry left one day at her apartment.

“Do you want me to feed Dusty?” Harry replied back.

Y/N walked out of her bedroom and went to the living room where Harry and Dusty were comfortably sitting on the couch.

“He gets fed a bit later. Can you come with me?”

“Sure. Just let me fix my hair.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him as he gave her a smile.

“Harry, you just have to put it up in a bun. You can do that in the car.”

“Yeah, but I want to brush it out.”

“Fine.”

Minutes after Harry came out of the bathroom his hair up in a bun. He wore his worn out brown boots and black skinny jeans that were ripped in the knees. His shirt was a band t-shirt of Queen which belonged to Y/N. She smiled once Harry walked towards her and little Dusty.

“Ready?” Y/N cupped her cheeks as she looked like a little chipmunk.

“I’m ready my little chipmunk.” Harry smiled as he leaned over and kissed Y/N.

Even though they have been dating for a couple of months now, they both still got flustered whenever they kissed which was really cute. They were so cute together and it was just meant to be. They would light up each other’s days and they always joked around with each other. Although, there were times that Y/N would mention one of those memes that Harry had no clue what she was talking about and it always made Y/N giggle which also made Harry giggle along with her.

**//**

“Harry look! I’ve been wanting to get these for the longest!” Y/N exclaimed as she grabbed the white clout sunglasses in her small hand. She put them on and turned around to show Harry. “How do I look?”

Harry started laughing as he grabbed another pair and put them on.

“We look like oompa loompas.” Harry added as he looked into the mirror.

“No, we look like Willy Wonka!” Y/N exclaimed as she laughed with Harry.

So after they purchased their sunglasses they took off the tags and they both put them on as they smiled and laughed at each other.

“Take off the hair elastic Harry. I like it when you have your hair down.” Harry looked down at her his brows furrowed and his mouth moving from the gum he was currently chewing on.

“It’s hot, love. It’s better up.” Harry replied as he grabbed Y/N’s hand in his.

“Alright then. You look good with those glasses.”

“You’re shook?” Harry glanced down at her.

“Yes. Very shook.” Y/N smiled. She got on her tiptoes as she tried to kiss him.

“You can do it Y/N.” Harry encouraged as he kept still, he didn’t lean down so it would be easier for her to kiss him.

“Harry!”

“Jus’ do it! I believe in you Y/N!” Harry exclaimed. Y/N gave up and went back to balancing on the balls of her feet.

“I’m not kissing you then.” Y/N muttered out as Harry’s smile disappeared. He faced Y/N and leaned down so he could be at her level.

“M’sorry love. Come here, yeah?” Harry cupped her cheek and planted a kiss on her lips then her nose then her forehead and basically everywhere on her face.

“Harry stop! Your kisses tickle!” Y/N giggled as she tried to escape his lips.

“Why’d you ask for a kiss then?” Harry asked as he kept kissing her face.

“‘Cos I wanted to kiss ya?”

“Then stop complainin’.” Harry added, a smile present his dimples causing Y/N to smile and giggle some more.

Harry continued kissing Y/N’s face until he was satisfied from his hard work. Harry gave her one last kiss on her lips and they smiled as they walked hand in hand as they walked towards Harry’s car.  

The car ride was short and quiet as the music filled the entire space of the interior of the car. Y/N took different angles while still wearing her sunglasses as Harry laughed at her admiring herself wearing those ridiculous glasses, but if Harry was being honest, he did quite like them. They looked fashionable and they were great for the sun block. He looked incredible wearing them which wasn't a surprise.

*Later that day*

“Darlin’? Come sit wit’ me I have a song to sing to you.” Harry smiled as Y/N looked back down at the tub of ice cream she was scooping out of.

“Song? What are you, a singer now?” Y/N said a small smile appearing on her soft features.

“You could say that, but you’re my only audience.” Y/N walked towards the couch that Harry was sitting on and where Dusty was lying on his tummy next to him.

“Okay, my English muffin I’m here.”

Harry scooted Y/N closer to him as he held onto his guitar tightly.

“Now, I want you to close your eyes and I’ll tell you when I will start, okay bub?” Y/N nodded, her eyes shut as she smiled still scooping ice cream from the tub.

Harry set his fingers on the fretboard and his pick in his other hand as he was preparing to strum the chord. His smile appearing as he strummed the first chord and looked at Y/N as she was trying to hold in her little giggle.

“I love you bitch, ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch.” Harry sang as Y/N opened her eyes, as she couldn’t hold in her smile and giggles.

“Harry baby! That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done to me!” Y/N exclaimed as she wiped away a tear from her eye. She put the tub of ice cream on the coffee table and threw herself into Harry’s arms.

“Darlin’! You almost made me drop my guitar!” Harry exclaimed. He set his guitar down on the floor so he could properly hold Y/N.

“Sorry H, I couldn’t help it I just loved it so much thank you!” Y/N smiled into Harry’s neck. “I love you so much, I loved the song bub.”

Harry held onto Y/N so tightly as he breathed in the scent of her shampoo and her favorite perfume that she used continuously. He smiled as he ran his hand up and down her back.

“I love you too darlin’. I’m glad you liked it.” Harry chuckled when he felt Y/N kiss him on the neck as it tickled him a bit and tried to move her head away from his neck. “You’re ticklin’ me bub!” Harry then did the same to her as he landed small kisses on her neck and then carrying Y/N to the bedroom so they could continue their kissing session for the rest of the evening.

Days, weeks and months have passed and Harry and Y/N were both happy. Y/N thought it was time for Harry to meet her mom and Harry was actually excited to meet her, but he was a bit nervous about her not liking Harry for Y/N, but Y/N assured him that she was going to be happy in meeting him. Y/N was right, her mom was charmed as Y/N was the first time she met Harry. They had dinner and watched romcoms which Harry was very excited to do. He even recommended movies that Y/N’s mom should watch and he ended up hanging more with his future mother-in-law than being with Y/N, but Y/N was okay with it she loved it even, seeing her mother and her boyfriend getting along and laughing at jokes that Harry would say.

Y/N was just happy that she found the person that she was for sure going to spend her whole life with, and she wasn’t even expecting to meet someone from that party and she was glad that she met her English muffin at that party. She felt secure, and she felt comfortable being herself around him whenever she mentioned those memes that Harry never understood, but he enjoyed them he enjoyed her and that was all that mattered.

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The Personal Shopper (Olicity Holiday)

Merry Christmas to @bifelicitys! I am your Secret Olicity Santa. I hope that you enjoy this romantic little story for the holiday! 

The Personal Shopper

Felicity Smoak loved this job. Okay, technically, it wasn’t her job-job. It was her side hustle. Everybody she knew had one - an extra means of income - usually independent in nature - that she could use to make money on her off time from being a cyber-security expert at Merlyn Global in Starling City. The money was good, the work was ridiculously easy, and it was helping her to send extra cash to help her mom pay off her home in Vegas. It also helped to keep her busy and totally not thinking about how spending the holidays in a new city could make her feel a little alone. She had moved to town six months prior. 

When Felicity first learned that personal shopping was an actual job, she scoffed. The idea that people paid you to shop for them sounded extravagant and, well, lazy. At first, she only purchased and set up computer systems for Luddites, people who either didn’t understand tech or were legitimately afraid of it. But last month, the agency that placed her asked her to branch out into other shopping tasks. This was how she found herself buying Christmas gifts for a very busy, very wealthy CEO. Initially, she had set up his home office and apparently he was so impressed, he asked the agency to hire her for the purchase of a slew of Christmas gifts for his friends of loved ones. 

Felicity was surprised when she learned of the request. She had only exchanged a handful of emails and texts with Oliver Queen — that was his name — until that point. Of course, she knew she had good taste, a great intuition about what items were suitable, and perhaps most of all, the resourcefulness to find whatever was the right fit, no matter how difficult, but she certainly didn’t expect him to appreciate that that. But he did. 

Since she had become his personal shopper, things with the businessman and Felicity had subtly shifted and there was more of a dialogue taking place between them. The emails were more frequent. There had been…texting. When he liked one of her suggestions, he always responded with text or an enthusiastic emoji. A target with an arrow sticking out of it meant she had nailed it. A goat meant the idea was exceptional. Once he had sent her a heart eyes emoji and then spent three texts explaining that his thumb had slipped and apologizing. That made her chortle for a full five minutes. The idea that a CEO would send her a text with heart eyes in it was hilarious. She had Googled him and knew that he was both handsome and notoriously single. It was best not to get infatuated with that sort of man. Still, Felicity looked forward to their exchanges. Realizing that her holiday duties would be wrapping up soon, she could not help feeling a bit sad. 

On this particular Saturday morning, just days away from Christmas, Felicity entered the security code to a penthouse in what she considered the “fancy-schmancy” district of Starling. A green light on the panel signaled success. She turned the handle on a large wooden door and it swung open easily. On the other side, the clean lines, leather upholstery and muted tones of the apartment that screamed “luxurious bachelor pad.” There were a few paintings and a couple of furry pillows on a sofa, but no hint of personal decorations upon first glance. Normally this didn’t bother Felicity, but on this day it struck her that there was no hint of a holiday going on in the place. 

Really, Oliver? No cheer? There was no evidence around the place, despite its beautiful furnishings, that he was celebrating Christmas. It was all grey and natural, but lacked color and, well, personality. Why didn’t he have a wreath on the front door or one of those Charlie Brown trees on a side table? It made Felicity shake her head.  

The IT specialist/cyber security expert was dressed down today in yoga pants and an oversized green sweater, well aware she wouldn’t see anyone and, more importantly, no one would see her. She removed the messenger bag slung over her shoulder and slipped out of her fluffy winter coat, setting them both on stools by the breakfast bar of the kitchen island. Her boots came off next, leaving her feet covered in a pair of festive Hanukkah socks. Her grandma always kept her flush in themed hosiery. It was their thing. 

Felicity had visited this apartment so many times, she had developed rituals. After leaving her footwear resting by the door, she headed to the wall of windows on the far end of the open living space. They showcased Starling City.. She stood near the glass and hugged herself against a slight draught. The brief chill was worth it for the view. It was a cold, but clear day and she could see for miles, even beyond the city.

When her reverie was done, she went to the stove and filled the stainless steel kettle that always rested on the gas burner. Early instructions on working in the empty apartment had encouraged her to make use of the kitchen, as needed. She did so gratefully. After sourcing a tea bag and a mug from the cabinets, she walked to the dining table and approached the laptop and a note that was left for her. The purchases were all made on Oliver’s laptop, which had his banking attached. It was easier that way and Felicity enjoyed working in the space, far from her small apartment and her tiny office at Merlyn Global. She also found it funny that she was tasked to work on a computer she had initially set up for the man.

Felicity had yet to cross paths with the man himself. It seemed that Oliver Queen was always out of town, or at a work event, or some gala. It had become a source of comedy, actually, how they passed without meeting. Consequently, there was always a typed note with instructions, presumably produced and placed on his dining table by his executive assistant. She had nicknamed the note-fairy “Godfrey” (although she was well aware the woman’s name was Louise) and wondered what it was like to be the sort of assistant who had to go to their boss’s apartment to deliver notes. She read an article that said CEOs sometimes had assistants do their packing.  Godfrey have to pack for the man? Check the wine stash to see if any bottles were missing? (For the record, Felicity had examined the wine cabinet and even Googled a few of the labels out of curiosity, but she would never help herself to something. That was simply not right.)

Something else was not right today. The note. It was handwritten. A confident print with occasional script flourishes mixed in. Still, a man’s hand. 

Dear Felicity,

First, thank you so much for everything you have done over the last months. I have appreciated your expertise more than I can say. You have done such a wonderful job sourcing gifts. It felt at times like you read my mind. 

Felicity couldn’t help but smile. She felt appreciated. It had hardly felt like work to find gifts for Oliver Queen’s close friends and family members, but she liked the acknowledgment. That was something she didn’t get at her regular job.  

I know that my mother is going to love the arrangement you made for the exhibit at the Starling Museum. Her friends at the garden club will be absolutely livid with jealousy and that will be like a second gift to her. 

She nodded. The museum sponsorship had Moira Queen written all over it. Felicity got the idea when she saw a picture of the woman standing in front of a painting in an old issue of Architectural Digest. Did they really have an actual Monet in their actual house? She would have to ask sometime. Yeah, sure. 

Dad will really enjoy the new turntable and the box set of Rolling Stones records (and they will make Mom crazy). We might need to think about head phones. 

She giggled. It had not been her intention to create friction at the Queen Mansion, but when her research revealed that the retired business leader had been in a Stones cover band in college, it just felt right. Now she imagined Robert Queen strutting around his library like Mick Jagger and it made her extremely happy. The man deserved a little rock and roll in his life. 

That amazing bottle of scotch is probably more than my best friend deserves, but it is Christmas. I’m not sure how you found it, but you are quite remarkable. He is going to owe me big time. 

The bottle of Macallan for Tommy Merlyn required a bit of horse trading with a liquor dealer in Coast City and thirty minutes of free advice on the topic of secure point of sale systems. It was worth it and she was victorious. Now, she found it rather funny that she had helped arrange a gift for her boss’s son.  

The Lieber bag you picked out for Thea is perfect for her collection. Thank you for figuring out which one she wanted. 

She wondered if Oliver knew that his baby sister, Thea Queen, was an a-plus operator. As soon as Felicity started digging around to figure out a good gift for the young fashion student, Thea herself reached out and gave her several excellent suggestions and sources for the perfect treat. 

All of the other gifts — the Disney package for the Diggles, the wallet for Walter Steele and the treats for the Board, were, again perfect. I am sure that my assistant is going to be very pleased with the cashmere wrap (and a hefty bonus). 

Felicity knew that wrap was very, very nice. She just couldn’t imagine Godfrey wearing it. Well, she honestly couldn’t imagine Godfrey, period. And she liked it that way. Some mysteries were best left alone - as long as they weren’t technological. 

One the subject of bonuses, please see the envelope (just between us) and accept it with my sincere thanks. You are obviously a clever, observant and nice person. I have enjoyed our messaging back and forth very much during this stressful end of year. You have made me laugh and, well…thank you. O

Felicity blushed a little from the complements and then noticed the aforementioned envelope. She looked inside and her eyes bugged out when she saw the amount. It was too generous. 

She pushed away from the table and stood up, feeling the need to pace. She never expected any kind of gesture like this from a client and she didn’t know how to respond. Should she refuse it and risk offending him? Her brain was clouding up with ethical concerns. Finally, she grabbed her phone and found the familiar contact in her messaging program. 

FS: You are too generous.

A few moments passed. Then she saw dots pulsing on the screen. 

OQ: Not at all. You deserve it. You saved Christmas for me with my family. That means a lot. 

FS: I do appreciate it. Thank you. 

OQ: Are you headed out of town to visit your Mom for the holidays?

Felicity smiled. It was funny how much information had been shared in both directions while doing this job. Of course, it had been necessary to learn about Oliver in order to pick out appropriate gifts, but revealing information about herself had just happened naturally as they exchanged messages. 

FS: No. She is going to Reno with her cousin. It’s a non-stop party with those two through New Years. They wear me out. 

Oliver responded with a celebrating emoji and a smiley face. 

FS: Are you going to be traveling for business through Christmas?

OQ: No, I actually got back last night. 

An alarm bell went off in Felicity’s head at the same time the tea pot whistled. She nearly jumped out of her chair.

FS: You’re here? 

OQ: At my parents through lunch. Tonight there’s a Christmas gala for…something. I’ll be by later to get my tux. 

Felicity breathed a sigh of relief and headed to pour the water in the cup, phone still in hand.  

OQ: Just relax and have that cup of tea. 

She stopped and looked around the kitchen. 

FS: How did you know I’m making tea at your place? Did you get cameras?

OQ: Creepy. No. I could never something like that past a security expert like you. I do get a notification when the alarm is disabled. Remember? You told me to set that up months ago. 

Felicity smirked and submerged the tea bag in the bubbling cup. 

FS: Very good. But that doesn’t explain how you know I’m making a cup of tea. 

OQ: Every time I come home when you’ve been there, the only trash you leave behind is tea-related. 

FS: That’s very observant of you, Mr. Holmes. 

OQ: Thank you, Watson. 

FS: But maybe the tea drinker is Godfrey. 

A laughing emoji was the response. 

OQ: That nickname. 

FS: Not on-point?

OQ: Eerily accurate. Louise is a gem though. 

FS: She must be to go through your unmentionables.

OQ: What???

FS: I read that some CEOs have their assistants pack for them. 

OQ: That’s just wrong. I must admit, I do get a lot of help to manage my life, but I would never ask someone to do that.  

FS: Good. I didn’t think you would be that kind of boss. 

Felicity curled up on the sectional with her cup of tea. A handy throw within arm’s reach was pulled across her lap. 

OQ: There was that one time though. 

Felicity quirked an eyebrow and sent a similar emoji. 

OQ: I had a business trip to Washington, DC and it got extended from two days to five. Louise had underwear and socks delivered to me. New. From Amazon. Totally unsolicited. 

FS: So, she never touched your actual drawers then?  

OQ: No drawers…of any kind. Ever. Jesus. I do have to make eye contact with her sometimes.

Felicity giggled into her cup and took a sip. 

FS: I just realized, I am pulling you away from holiday merrymaking with your family. Decking the halls and such.

OQ: We don’t actually do that. Mother has the staff decorate. This year’s theme is silver and angst. 

A chuckle erupted from the blonde. 

FS: Don’t you miss putting up your tree?

OQ: Maybe a little. But I travel so much. I’m not around to pitch in anyway. 

Felicity felt the conversation mood slipping. Even though she knew she should end it, she didn’t it to be on a sad note. 

FS: My mother decorated a tree entirely with tacky earrings one year. That was special. 

OQ: Aren’t you Jewish? 

FS: My mother likes to decorate. Christian holidays have been appropriated. And she has A LOT of earrings. Another year we made ornaments out of aluminum foil.

OQ: That sounds very special. 

FS: We Smoaks are resourceful. 

OQ: You are a lot of things, Felicity. Very remarkable. 

FS: Thank you for remarking on it. So, you have a gala tonight. What’s it for? 

OQ: A worthwhile cause. 

FS: You don’t know, do you?

OQ: Nope. 

FS: But you’ll still show up looking pretty, right? 

Felicity pressed send before she thought about it. She grimaced. That was a much too flippant thing to say to Oliver Queen, her client. She really needed to work on her babbling via text. After a moment or two, there was a response. 

It was a blushing emoji.  

FS: I think I should probably leave you to your day. 

OQ: No problem. I do need to go to brunch. Have a great Saturday. And thank you again. 

The end of Oliver’s text was filled with all manner of silly emojis. A snowman. Eyeballs. A scarf. A unicorn. 

What a nice man, she thought. And a generous one - to friends, family, and colleagues. 

Suddenly, Felicity wanted to do something nice for Oliver Queen. Maybe it was crazy, but she would try. She just didn’t have a lot of time. 

>>—> 

It was mid-afternoon when Oliver emerged from the elevator to the penthouse floor of his building carrying a sack of leftovers from his parents’ house. The housekeeper, Raisa, never let him leave empty-handed. He probably would have come home a little later, but he was intrigued. His security system had been disengaged two hours earlier with the code he had provided to Felicity Smoak and it had not been reset. Curiosity pulled at him and he was just a little worried that she might not be okay. 

He had left the note and check early that morning, wanting to be sure she had a nice holiday and knew how much she was appreciated, but as the day had worn on with activities at the mansion, he had really only been thinking of her and their texts. 

As soon as he crossed the threshold, Oliver was struck by the smell of cinnamon and pine. Over near the window, he caught sight of her - a petite blonde with her back to him, reaching up to put a paper snowflake on a sizable Christmas tree. She was adorable from the back, her pony tail swishing back and forth.  And when she lifted her arms, the sweater she was wearing revealed a rather tantalizing yoga pant situation. He had Googled her months ago when he decided to give her access to his home, so he knew how attractive she was, on top of being an exceptionally gifted tech genius. It still burned him that Merlyn had hired her before she was on QC’s radar. But maybe things worked out the way they were supposed to. 

Rather than startle her, he just stood and marveled at the room. There were boughs of holly and sprigs of greenery placed carefully around the room. Candles (the battery-operated ones that looked pretty authentic from a distance) flickered on tables. She had obviously worked fast. His apartment looked like an actual home today - not just an extension of his office or a hotel suite. He wanted to smile, but guarded his features, waiting for the woman to turn to face him. 

When she did, she took his breath away, just a little. Her glasses had slipped down her nose and she gasped at his sudden appearance. 

“Oliver. I mean, Mister Queen. I’m…” Felicity grimaced, suddenly realizing that this spontaneous idea might not be welcome and she had majorly overstepped. Perhaps the man didn’t want all of this holiday nonsense cluttering up his streamlined existence. 

He liked her voice. It was feminine and he wanted to hear more of it. 

“You’ve been busy,” he deadpanned. 

“I just thought,” Felicity stammered as she moved to collect the paper snowflakes she was cutting at the dining table, “you might enjoy some cheer in your home. I am so sorry I intruded. I can come back later when you aren’t home and clear it away.” She wasn’t making eye contact now. 

“Felicity,” Oliver sighed her name for the first time. It felt nice on his lips. “Felicity,” he repeated, finally causing her to stop and look at him. “You will do no such thing.” 

“No?” 

“This is the absolute best present I have gotten in a long time,” he spoke warmly and approached her at the table. 

She bit her lip and looked away, her fingers worrying at a snowflake so much that it was becoming confetti on the floor. 

“It wasn’t a big deal, I…”

“I don’t mean mean the decorations. I mean you,” he stepped closer to her and touched her elbow gently. Felicity looked up at him, breathless. He really was a looker, as her grandma would say. She swallowed hard and swore not to say anything ridiculous for as long as possible. 

Oliver got lost in her blue eyes and stopped speaking, then suddenly realized what he had just said. It sounded kind of overbearing. “Not…not that you’re my present,” he actually stammered. “I mean, your friendship. Meeting you has been such an unexpected gift these last months. Do you understand?” Oliver’s voice was barely a whisper as he studied her face for a response. 

The blonde had to escape his intense gaze, so she looked down at her Hanukkah socks and flexed her toes. Oh geez, she was wearing crazy socks in front of this beautiful man. It suddenly occurred to her that he didn’t care. Felicity blinked and a smile erupted across her sweet face. “Well, technically, we haven’t met yet.” 

“Holy shit, you’re right.” The tall man threw his head back with a chuckle. Then he gathered himself as he would before a business meeting. He stepped back and bowed his head slightly. 

“Hello. My name is Oliver,” He stalled, then, to make it clear that he was not his father. “Oliver Queen. I am an over-scheduled businessman who is completely reliant on other people to do basically everything for him.” He offered his hand to her, quite formally. 

Felicity stood a little straighter and reached out to meet his hand with hers. “Hello. I’m Felicity Smoak MIT Class of Oh-Nine and I am occasionally nosey and completely inappropriate.” 

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Felicity.” 

“Oliver.” She said his name and it sounded sweet to his ears. She grinned afterwards because she liked the sound of it too. 

“Felicity, if you aren’t busy tonight, could you stay and help me decorate this tree? Have dinner?”

“Sure. But you have a thing. A gala thing tonight.” She tried not to look disappointed. 

Oliver thought about the situation for a moment and then pulled his phone out of his pocket. His expression encouraged her to wait while he attended to something. He drafted a text and hit send. Then he waited. 

“I like your socks,” he said idly. He liked everything about Felicity Smoak, actually, but it was a little early to share that. 

“Thank you,” she brightened. “A present from my grandma.”

“Have I mentioned how extraordinary you are, Felicity Smoak?”

“Not in the past ninety seconds.” 

There was then a ping on Oliver’s phone. He looked down at the screen and grinned. He sent another text back. There was a reply. And then another exchange. When it all ended, Oliver breathed a cleansing breath and looked more relaxed. 

“What is it? What just happened?” Felicity couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer. 

Oliver turned the phone to show her the conversation. Felicity moved closer and leaned in to read the screen. 

OQ: I need you to do the gala thing tonight in my place. 

TMerlyn: What’s it for?

OQ: A worthy cause.

TMerlyn: You always say that. 

OQ: it’s always true. 

TMerlyn: Why me? Or should I say, why not you? 

OQ: I am decorating my apartment tonight with my new friend.  And you owe me.

TMerlyn: Thank God, you old hermit. Is she pretty? Does she have a friend. Hey, how do I owe you? 

OQ: You will when you see your Xmas present. 

TMerlyn: It better be good, Ollie. And you better send a nice donation to the worthy cause. 

OQ: Will do. Night Tommy. 

Felicity’s heart was beating, being this close to Oliver and having witnessed his private conversation. He wanted to get to know her better. She shivered a little at the prospect. 

“I am suddenly free.” He looked down at her, nearly a head shorter than him and beamed. His eyebrow quirked with an unanswered question. 

“Well, since you are free, I guess it’s good that I am as well.”

“Yay,” he cheered, just loud enough for her to hear. 

“You know, you really need to slow down and take more time for yourself, Oliver.”

“I absolutely agree. And that starts tonight. You could show me how to make these snowflakes for the tree.” 

Oliver took her hand and led her back toward the tree. He didn’t let go and hoped she wouldn’t mind/didn’t notice. 

“Oh, I don’t know. That’s pretty advanced. Do you think you’re ready?”

“Maybe you’re right. I should work my way up to paper crafts.” Oliver looked from her to the tree and sported a playful grin. Next to him, her voice piped up. It was becoming his favorite voice. 

“Right. So, Oliver, do you have any aluminum foil?”

The End

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Merry Christmas!

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Gingerbread House...Almost

12 Days of Ficmas: Day 1 

Summary: Dan and Phil just wanted to film themselves making Gingerbread Houses, too bad their new puppy Luna thinks otherwise. 

Word Count: 1,215 Words

Genre: Humor 

A/N: I’m doing 12 Days of Ficmas for everyone! Today is Day 1 and I’m still taking prompts so if you want me to write a Christmas themed prompt, send them to me, please! Hope you enjoy this short fic! Happy reading :) 

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“Dan, that’s enough decorations. Your house is beginning to look more like a Christmas disaster than a Christmas miracle.” 

Dan rolled his eyes. His attention to detail made it so he wanted to have everything on his gingerbread house aesthetically pleasing. So sue him that he’s adding another purple gumdrop to the already black icing on the roof. It looked good and he was happy with it. 

“Just because I’m actually trying on mine doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing, Phil.” Dan snarked back. 

Phil laughed and Dan rolled his eyes again as he carefully places the gumdrop down and pressed it into the icing as if it was glue. He stood back and admired his gingerbread house. All blacks, purples, and some red are thrown in there. It looked amazing. He thought. 

He turned his head and eyed Phil’s monstrosity next to his. A mish-mash of colors that didn’t even work together and icing that was slabbed onto the fragile cookie. He was appalled that his boyfriend could even make such a horrific design…even if he had to admit that it was endearing to see how hard Phil tried to get his house to stay together. 

“Hey!” Phil quipped back. “You seem to forget that you were the one who broke the side of my house when you tipped the box over onto the table.” 

Dan snickered. Phil was correct in that regard but still, he liked to pick on Phil at times. Nothing serious, just occasion playfulness because sometimes Phil did things that just warranted some playful banter. This was one of those times. 

Dan was about to speak up when the sound of pitter patter feet scurried behind him. A smile instantly pulled at his lips as he turned around and greeted their new furry member of the family. 

Phil had adopted Luna from the local animal shelter for Dan as an early Christmas present and Dan has never been so in love with such a small creature in his life—sorry Colin. She was a three-year-old Yorkshire terrier and normally, Dan wouldn’t have chosen that breed but seeing Phil hold the little furry baby in his arms with a bow on her head made Dan forget about his bias instantly. 

They’d only had for her two weeks but Dan’s already picked up on her personality. She was spunky and sassy, and definitely had a mind of her own. Really, she was Dan is dog form. Maybe that’s why Phil had thought she would be the perfect match for them at the shelter. He’s not sure. All he knows is that he already has grown attached to her. 

He bent down and picked her up as if she weighed nothing—to be fair, she pretty much didn’t. She only weighed 8 pounds. But the vet called her healthy and that’s all that mattered. He let her assault his cheek and give him excited kisses and he chuckled. “Oh, my baby Luna. Calm down!” 

He giggled and held her back so she couldn’t keep licking his face. He wiped his cheek off with the back of his hand as Phil giggled beside him and reached over and scratched the fur on the top of her head. She made a small noise of content before fighting in Dan’s hold and he let her back down. 

“I’m gonna take her out quickly.” Dan said, turning to Phil. 

“Okay,” Phil answered. “I’ll work on getting our footage off of the memory card and into the computer while you’re gone.” 

Dan didn’t have to take her far to take her out. He just took her out on a lead to the courtyard and let her sniff around until she did her business. So he called for her to follow him to their closet where they kept her stuff and he pulled out a lead and then bent down and attached it to her tiny collar. He then grabbed his jacket and put it on quickly before slipping on his shoes and taking her out. 

It was cold out, and luckily Luna didn’t like that either, so her bathroom time was quick and then she whining to go back in so Dan took her back in just a few moments later. Once through the door, he quickly unhooked her and she tore through the apartment with her little legs carrying her across their wooden floors. 

Taken with the fact she probably ran to her bed which was in their room, he didn’t bother to follow her. He just walked into the office where Phil was and sat with him to look over the footage for their video. 

They were nearly done viewing the hour of footage when Dan had a weird sensation crawl through his skin. Something was off and he couldn’t pinpoint it. His initial thought was that he was crazy but then he realized that couldn’t be it. He excused himself from the office and made his way to the bedroom, expecting to see Luna sleeping on her bed. But she wasn’t there. 

Dan had a bad feeling. Luna was still just a puppy so maybe she found something to play with. He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that this wasn’t normal for her to not be in her bed at this time. She was a very time-oriented dog. 

He made a beeline for the living room but on the way, he could hear was sounding like little whimpers and yipping. He turned his head and his jaw instantly fell to his chest as he raced to the kitchen where Luna was head deep in the gingerbread houses, icing and candy stuck to her fur. 

“Luna no!” Dan yelled, lunging for her and grabbing her from the table. 

He didn’t know whether to laugh or to be mad at her. He didn’t even know if there was an exact why he could be feeling with her right about now. She was whimpering and whining, fighting to get back to the sticky mess on the table but Dan was holding her tightly to his jumper. 

“Dan, whats…” Phil’s voice tapered off as he viewed the mess and suddenly, loud laughs were billowing into the kitchen. 

Dan turned and saw as Phil leaned in the doorway, laughing so hard he could barely stand. “This isn’t funny Phil!” Dan said, his own voice faltering as he laughed. Luna just laid limp in his hold, accepting that she had done something bad. 

Dan started to laugh and he bent down and nuzzled his cheek on Luna’s sticky fur. “Oh my God, Luna. I can’t believe you managed to do that.” 

“I can’t even tell if we should be laughing about this as hard as we are or if we should be scolding her!” Phil said as he regained his breath. 

Dan shook his head and rubbed Luna’s fur. “Let’s just run her a bath and clean up the mess. We can think of punishing her later.” 

Phil smiled at him as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, snapping a photo of the mess. Dan then laughed and stood with Luna in front of the mess as Phil snapped more photos. 

“This will be a great story to tell the kids one day.” 

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For the lovely @an-all-write-life that deserves all the happiness in the world, stay awesome girl! ❤ (now you know why I asked you those two questions 7 months ago! ;)) And so sorry if this isn’t accurate! 😅

A/N: Hope you like it sis! 

He honestly doesn’t know what to do

Freaking out over what he could do for you and asking Steve for advice because he did not plan in advance.

He knows you very very well but his mind just draws a blank when it comes to that because he wants everything to be perfect.

So he’ll need as much help as he can to make it the best birthday ever.

He’ll go around all the Avengers and write down everything that you like that you told each of them.

Making an unnecessary mindmap.

He spent hours on it, only to think that it was unnecessary.

Then an idea popped into his head.

He knew how much you loved the kids you babysat.

So he went to pay them a visit, having prepared a long speech to persuade their parents to let him talk to the children.

To his greatest luck, they agreed.

So picture a grown ass man sitting on one of those green plastic kids chairs asking for advice from a few kids sitting on the floor and looking up at his desperate expression.

They told him what you liked and what you told them you’d always want to have as a Christmas present.

He chuckled at one of the things you wanted.

Of course you would want something as cute but vicious as that.

So Bucky made an arrangement with the children.

On the day, you had no idea what was happening.

You woke up a little bit early because your phone was ringing.

One of the parents called you and asked you to babysit, apologising profusely for making you work on so short notice.

You agreed but got dressed with a grumble.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, just didn’t get in the state of mind to expect it from happening -- especially on a Saturday.

But you made your way over there.

Your mood changed completely when you walked through the door and were greeted with the kids you usually babysit with balloons and cardboard hats. They were throwing confetti on you widely.

Feeling a lot of shock and surprise.

Being so fortunate to know these little devils.

The party ended near 4 pm and received a lot of presents -- mostly handmade which was so thoughtful.

Bringing all the gifts back home, only to find another on your kitchen counter, nicely wrapped in fancy ribbon.

It was from Bucky with a little cute note on it.

Opening it and gasping loudly as you pull out the leather jacket you had wanted for a while.

As if on queue, he was outside your house, in a car -- that he spent countless hours learning how to drive on.

You both went to a fair that was near the Avengers tower.A lot of buying cotton candy and being cliche on the Ferris Wheel.

Playing games and such for the evening.

And taking you back to the Avengers tower where all the Avengers give you presents and celebrate again with you.

Saving Bucky’s present for last.

Or rather, him insisting you should keep it for last.

Adoring all the presents you received.

So much anticipation when opening Bucky’s present when he’s sitting in front of you, grinning widely.

It was a box and it seemed to be moving.

So you opened it quickly.

And gasped once again when your eyes trail over the small furry figure in the box.

“Bucky a TIGER???”

“Yes, you wanted one didn’t you?”

“Yeah but, do you know how inconvenient it is to keep a baby tiger? Let alone if it’s even legal!”

“Tony paid for the cub.”

“Tony paid for-”

“We can keep it here for you if you want and come and visit him. I’ll take care of it for you and it’ll still be yours!”

“You’d do that for me Bucky?”

“Of course sweetheart!”

And ending with the tightest hug he’s ever had.

He adores it.

And has no regret about all the time and effort he put in to make it a great birthday for you.

He’ll just hope you’ll remember it!

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i don’t know from where to start, this was everything! first things first, nox was th e best character (sorry seokjin) & he really stole the show, i giggled when i pictured him with his coat. ws!seokjin is a whole other level of a man. he’s the kind of person you want to take home to meet your family, to have him bake cookies with your grandma, read bedtime stories to your nephews and nieces. he’s boyfriend material, he’s husband material, he knows how to cook, has a great sense of humor, plus he’s handsome. im glad that the seokjin big dick agenda is emphasized, because i cannot imagine this man with anything less than a subway foot long (hi crystallised jin) 🥳 sorry yoongi, but nox was a much quicker matchmacker than you, just with a wiggle of his fluffy tail! jordan thank you for this incredible fanfic, your writing was exceptional (as always) 💖 i wish you the merriest christmas, i hope you get to spend it with your loved ones (including your furry baby, or babies im not sure how many cats you’ve got) 🎊 🎉

and sorry in advance for all the future notifs you’re gonna get from me, ive been a fan of your works for over a year but now that i have this blog im gonna be more vocal about them

⊶ winter solace (m). ⊷

After a difficult few months (and years), a fresh start in a new city is both equal parts thrilling and terrifying, but you’re determined to make it work. It’s just you and your dog-sized cat Nox, ready to take on the world. Of course along the way there are ups, and there are downs. The main down being you’re short on cash after the big move, unable to spend Christmas with your family. The main up is your kind and thoughtful neighbour who offers to celebrate the holiday with you, despite not being a fan of it himself… 

A part of the Happy Ho-lidays collab found here! Please look forward to everyone’s stories, they’re going to be amazing!! 

⤑ read over on ao3 here

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader               genre; strangers to friends to lovers, neighbours to lovers, slow burn, holiday & new year, divorced! reader, romance, minor/moderate angst, smut (excessive amounts of kissing, oral sex (female receiving), big dick talk, protected sex)  words; 27,066

trigger warning (!) this story contains talk of a past emotionally manipulative/abusive relationship. It also contains mentions of anxiety, depression and loneliness. 

jordan’s note; I worked very hard on this big guy (although, it’s possibly the first time I overestimated the wordcount?? NUTS). I hope everyone who gets a chance to read enjoys <33 

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wudolph (robb stark au)

so this was going to be a drabble but it’s a little too long for that lol. but it’s holiday themed so whatever! I really enjoyed writing this and I love this story, too. pls tell me what you think, as always. i love robb sos.

w: mentions of third-party deaths, angst (!!!no gifs r mine!!!)

my little sibling mistook your dog for a reindeer and thats the story of how your dog ended up eating carrots inside my house au (@pynchs​)

“Sweetie, that’s not Rudolph!” You smile as your three-year old sister pets your neighbour’s dog, repeatedly calling him Rudolph because of his pink nose.

“Wudolph!” She giggles and the dog barks excitedly, licking her face as she squeals.

“Baby that’s Grey Wind! You know Grey Wind!” You pet the dog between his ears and he smiles up at you. “You’re so handsome!”

Grey Wind is your neighbour Robb’s dog. He was a little standoffish and god was he hot but you two never really hit it off. You love Wind though.

“Wind?” Your little sister looks at Grey Wind, confused for a second until the pup continues to lick her face. “Wudolph!”

“Okay, fine. Rudolph,” you laugh and take a picture as Maya runs around and Wind chases her playfully. “Now come on, let’s go home.”

“Wudolph!” She squeals, holding the puppy as they make their way over to you.

“Yes, say bye to Rudolph so we can go home and have some cookies!” You lean down to pick her up, but she’s not having it.

“No no! Wudolph come!” The dog’s ears perk and he stands up excitedly, tail high in the air.

“No, no! Rudolph, sit! Robb will be home any minute and he doesn’t like it when we ‘bother’ Wind,” that last part was whispered and paired with an eye-roll but Maya doesn’t buy it. And at this point, Rudolph is also not buying it. He’s sitting up straight and ready to go home with you.

“Wudolph!” Maya is crying in your ear and reaching for her friend and you groan, giving in and agreeing to deal with the consequences later.

“Fine,” you groan and sigh. “Rudolph can come, too. Besides, who leaves a pup out on a day this snowy?”

An hour later, you have Maya tucked in for a nap and Grey Wind is sitting at the edge of her bed with a carrot in his mouth. You can’t resist taking another picture, smiling as the dog nuzzles against Maya.

You make your way into the living room, ready to relax with a cup of hot chocolate only to be met with angry knocks that sound like they’re about to tear down your door.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You open the door, yelling at whoever was standing on the opposite side of the door. “I have a child napping and a dog curled up by her side, will you please--?”

“Correction, you have my dog curled up by her side. Stop your yelling and give me my dog,” your neighbour, the incredibly sexy/angry Robb Stark, cuts you off and leaves you a little dumbfounded.

“You left your dog out on a snowy day. Maya thought he was Rudolph and they were both being whiny babies so I brought him in. Relax, Robb,” you glare at him and he smirks, rolling his eyes.

“If you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask,” he shrugs and takes a step closer.

“Shut up and get inside. It’s cold out there. Your dog is asleep, as is my sister. Let them rest. You can take him back home later,” you walk away from the door, letting Robb choose whether he wanted to leave or stay.

Meanwhile, you make another cup of hot chocolate, prepared to drink this one yourself as well. You come into the living room and are surprised to be met with Robb Stark sitting on your couch.

“I found my way inside, I hope that’s okay,” he smiles at you, slightly embarrassed from his earlier charade.

“It’s perfectly fine. Here, have some hot chocolate,” you hand it to him and he accepts it, a smirk gracing his face as he notices where you’re standing. “What’s with the face?”

“You can’t be serious,” he laughs, pointing at the mistletoe. You, in turn, roll your eyes and make your way to the single couch and plop down.

“Relax, that was accidental,” you sip on your hot chocolate, trying to relax but now all you can think about is Robb and how it would feel to kiss him. So you clear your throat and pick up the remote. “Anything you want to watch?”

“See if Home Alone 2 is on Netflix. I haven’t seen that in a while,” he sips his hot chocolate and places a hand over the back of the couch, finally relaxing a bit.

“Great choice. I already dislike you a little less,” you smile and he chuckles softly, shaking his head at you as you play the movie.

He loves this movie, but he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile and your nose twitches right before you laugh. You two have been neighbours for a couple years, but this is the first he’s hearing of any child living with you. He’s always had a crush on you and maybe that’s why he’s distanced himself, but damn it’-it’s almost Christmas!

“So,” he clears his throat and you look up at him. “We’ve been neighbours for two years now, why am I just hearing about your child?”

“Hm,” you rub your chin in contemplation and he shakes his head at you. “Maybe it’s because you’re always so distant and moody whenever I try to talk to you? I don’t know.”

You raise a brow at him and he shrugs, raising his glass to say “well done.”

“I’m kidding, kind of,” you sigh and wrap both hands around your mug, clearing your throat before you bear your soul to Robb. “My parents died recently. Maya’s my little sister and I’m her soul guardian, so that’s why you haven’t heard of her.”      

“Oh,” he furrows his brows as you shrug at him. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s not your fault,” you shrug and do your best to focus on the movie, seeing as you’re on the verge of tears.

“I know what you’re going through, so feel free to talk to me whenever. I’ll try not to be so… distant and moody as you so eloquently put it,” he smiles softly at you, looking down at his hot chocolate as he begins to bear his soul. “My parents both died within a month of each other. My siblings were left in my care but they’re away for school now. One of them is in the FBI, the other is going to become an actress. My youngest sister is going to the Olympics next year. My little brother is in and out of the hospital, so I have a place for him around there.”

“Wow,” you whisper softly, sitting up attentively as he speaks about his family.

“Yeah, pretty fucked up, isn’t it?” He sniffles a bit, not really noticing his actions. “The good thing is, my siblings will all be home for dinner tomorrow. It’s just tough sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you whisper softly, getting up and walking over to Robb. A few tears have managed to escape him and he does his best to quickly wipe them off, shooting you a smile.

You wrap your arms around him and hold him close, placing your chin over the top of his head as he wraps his arms around you, tears soaking your sweater. You kiss the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair as he slowly calms down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, sniffing as you shake your head.

“Nothing to be sorry about, love. It’s okay,” you gently press your lips against his forehead and he feels them--he feels the butterflies. You feel a whole jungle.

“Thank you,” he whispers, pulling away a bit to look at you.

“Of course, whatever you need,” you whisper and you know you’re both vulnerable, but this feels right. He feels right.

He kisses your forehead and pulls you close, this time he’s resting his chin atop your head. You snuggle into him and he sighs, trying to watch the movie and repress these damn wings in his stomach.

“Hey,��� you whisper and he quickly turns his head to face you.

“Yes?”

“Look up.”

“Hm?” You smile as he looks up, mistletoe write over him.

“It’s holiday tradition. We must,” you smile and Robb smiles widely back at you, dimples prominent even through that gorgeous beard.

“If you insist,” he whispers, fingers gently gripping your chin and bringing you closer to him.

“I do insist,” you whisper breathlessly, desperate to feel gorgeous lips against yours.

He smiles, brushing his nose against yours and gently licking the top of your cupid’s bow. You open your mouth, gasping as his free hand pulls you in closer, not caring how desperate you look.

“Robb, please just--”

And as a man with a flair for the dramatic, he does. Oh, he does. His hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you into his lap, his red plump lips encapturing yours as you moan into his mouth. Your hands reach up and gently pull his hair, eliciting a happy groan.

“Sissy?” You hear a tired voice and gasp, jumping off Robb’s lap as Maya and Wind stood at the entrance of the living room. Thankfully, Maya was rubbing her eye and Wind was kissing her.

“Close call,” you whisper and get up, quickly tending to your sister and her furry friend.

“I have to get going,” Robb clears his throat and stands, taking a minute to adjust himself. “I have a whole day of festivities to prepare. Rudolph,” he smiles at Maya and she giggles back shyly. “Rudolph can stay. You can bring him with you to dinner tomorrow.”

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SCP - Containment Breach is a free survival horror game based on the works of the SCP Foundation community. DOWNLOAD SCP - Containment Breach v1.3.11 (235 MB) MIRROR 1 (scpcbgame.com) MIRROR 2 (MEGA) Changelog.txt. Scp Containment Breach Free is safely and available to download for free from our website and easily install it in a few steps. Well, he did all the software work and I instinctively helped with testing, minor edits, and the dialogue for the puzzles. By free, the extreme version with a gtx sc is one of the searching shaders in the containment.

Never before has the popularity of a game has been driven so much by its community. Certainly nothing like SCP – Containment Breach, an indie open-source first person horror game inspired by the paranormal fictional deep web stories of the SCP Foundation.

SCP – Containment Breach is actually the perfect game for those who love fear in its purest of forms.

There are no complicated mechanics to learn, and no way to fight back the horrors that lurk inside the randomly generated facility you play inside. But if this isn’t enough to scare you to death, we’ve got something for you: a list of awesome mods that will make the experience even more terrifying.

You’ve been warned my friends.

15. Total Horror Breach

How do you make a horror game more horrific?

By horrifically changing its presentation!

The Total Horror Breach is a simple graphics and sound overhaul that makes Containment Breach even scarier. We get totally new character models and textures, and sound effects from the most popular horror games of 2012 and 2013. Spooky, I know.

The gameplay doesn’t change, but your nightmares surely will.

14. Realism Mod

I’m not sure I want a horror game to be realistic. I play and enjoy them exactly because they look nothing like the real world.

But if you’re not afraid of mixing fantasy and reality, you should definitely download the Realism Mod.

And yes, it’s exactly as it sounds: new character models for humans and other creatures, plus better sounds. Just avoid playing for too long at night: you risk ending up in a real SCP facility!

13. FOV Mod

If you’re playing Containment Breach on one of those modern 4K resolution monitors, the FOV mod will make the experience way more enjoyable.

This freebie adds the ability to change the game’s basic field of view value, so that you’ll be able to see more, or less, of the environment at any time during the game.

Make sure to not increase it too much if you’re playing on a small monitor, unless you somehow love experiencing motion sickness.

12. Five Nights at Freddy’s

Enough with those boring procedurally-generated rooms that all look the same.

Time to spend a night or two at Freddy’s!

This Five Nights at Freddy’s mod is pretty darn entertaining. It brings some new rooms and other visual elements inspired by the Five Nights at Freddy’s series.

The mod doesn’t include any major gameplay changes. But if you’re a fan of the series, you’ll recognize a few things right away.

11. Weeping Angel

Have you ever heard of the Weeping Angels? They’re mysterious. They’re dangerous.

And they’re roaming your facility!

The Weeping Angel mod replaces the SCP-173 character model with a Weeping Angel taken from the immensely popular British TV Show Doctor Who.

The angels, thankfully, don’t come with their unique powers. And you should be thankful they don’t: you wouldn’t have made it very far, trust me.

10. Disco Edition

I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be trapped inside a disco in SCP – Containment Breach… but hey, anything goes to spice up the game, doesn’t it?

This Disco Edition mod overhauls all of the game’s rooms, hallways, and some of the SCPs so that it feels like you’re in a disco, complete with flashing lights and appropriate sound effects that will bring forth an irresistible urge to dance.

Who would ever want to escape from this place?

9. Furry Breach

Fair warning: This mod is not to be taken seriously.

Furry Breach is a very humorous modification that introduces scribbles and all sorts of weird stuff in the game. I’m not really sure who was supposed to be mocked by all this… but I’m sure it’s great for a few laughs.

Some things are better left unsaid. So give this one a go and try it for yourself.

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8. WTF Messup Breach Remastered

Masters of Memes, the time for you to shine has finally come!

WTF Messup Breach Remastered will lock you inside a facility full of memes, corrosive rainbow enemies, and the sorts of stuff you can expect to see in the weirdest corner of the interwebz! Sorry, I suppose I already got contaminated here.

But if you’re looking for more fun and lighthearted gameplay, this is a mod worth trying.

7. More Rooms

In a procedurally generated game, having more elements to throw into the mix can only be a good thing. A very good thing.

More Rooms introduces a few new rooms to the game, including a new office hallway for the light containment zone, a new tunnel for the heavy containment zone, and so on.

This mod is worth installing if you’ve been playing the game for a long time, and have mastered all of its tricks. Time to get surprised once again!

6. 087-B Mod

SCP – Containment Breach can be a very scary experience. But man, you have seen nothing until you install the 087-B Mod.

This mod not only overhauls the facility’s appearance so that it looks much darker than usual, but it also brings a ton of subtle changes to the atmosphere. And even changes to gameplay mechanics.

It will almost feel like you are playing an official expansion. Specifically an expansion that wants you to wet your pants in fear!

5. Dark Confinement

Want to spice up the Containment Breach experience with a little bit more horror?

Stop wasting time and download the Dark Confinement mod. You’ll love it.

Like a couple of other mods in this list, the Dark Confinement mod aims to make the game scarier by introducing new textures, new looks for some of the SCPs, new voice clips, new sounds, a new intro sequence, and tons of new custom rooms for each containment zone.

For the best effect, try playing at night. See if you can make longer than an hour.

4. MLG Edition

The MLG Edition mod makes Containment Breach a much scarier experience, for sure. But not in the way you may expect.

But I don’t want to ruin the surprise for you, so I won’t tell you exactly what’s going on here… suspense is part of the fun.

All I can tell you is this: beware of the blue hedgehogs. And the smoking heads!

3. Half-Life: Resonance Cascade

Valve seems determined to not give us the third main entry in the Half-Life series we so desperately want, leaving us poor fans very little choice other than resorting to fan-made games and modifications.

The Half-Life: Resonance Cascade is a total overhaul that fans of the classic series will surely enjoy.

It tries to provide a look at the Black Mesa incident from a different perspective. The attention to detail in this mod is absolutely the highest caliber, so you’d better not skip on this one. Even if you’re not a die-hard Half-Life fan who prays daily for a new entry in the series, I’d say it’s still worth it.

If you’ve never played the Half-Life series then who knows, maybe this mod will turn you onto it.

2. Nine-Tailed Fox Mod

If you’re looking for a real gameplay overhaul, you should look no further than the Nine-Tailed Fox Mod.

This is among the best add-ons ever made for SCP – Containment Breach. Why so great?

Mostly thanks to the inclusion of a lot of new gameplay mechanics, including functional guns and a health bar. No more running away from these fearsome creatures: load your shotguns and show them who’s the real terror of the world.

1. Ultimate Edition

To properly mod SCP – Containment Breach, you can go at it in two different ways.

You either download all the mods in this list (and hope they’re compatible with one another) or you download the Ultimate Edition.

Ultimate Edition is a massive modding project that includes the most popular mods ever made for the game.

This means you get improved visuals, new content, new gameplay mechanics, and so on, all in a very tight package that’s just one click away.

Just make sure your PC is up for the task: in gaming, as in life, the weak get left behind.

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This article is about the stage musical. For the book series, see Containment Breach. For the film series, see Containment Breach (film series). For other uses, see Containment Breach (disambiguation).

Containment Breach The Musical

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MusicSophia MacLeodLyricsCarlisle AtticusBookSal Linnen andRoger MackenzieBasis2007 novel by Kate McGearsProductions2009 Wyoming tryout2009 Broadway2011 US Tour2012 West End2014 UK Tour

Containment Breach The Musical is a musical with music by Sophia Macleod, lyrics by Carlisle Atticus, and book by Sal Linnen and Roger Mackenzie. It is based on the best-selling 2007 novel Containment Breach, the first book in the SCP Foundation series by author Kate McGears.

The musical debuted January 11, 2009, at the Oneiroi Theater in Wyoming and met with instant critical and commercial success. It premiered on Broadway at the Palace Theater on October 6, 2009.[1] The musical has since become a popular choice for productions by community theatres, school and university groups, summer camps and regional theatre companies.[2]

Synopsis

Act 1

A married couple are aroused from their sleep by the sound of a crying infant. The wife tells her husband that it's his turn to check on the baby. As the husband opens the door to their bedroom, he turns around and exclaims with alarm that they do not have a child. The husband is pulled through the doorway by an off-stage assailant. The terrified wife calls the police, and the call is intercepted by the Foundation Surveillance Network ('Something is [REDACTED]ing My Husband!').

Mobile Task Force Beta-12 arrives to find a globular red mass closing in on the wife. The team captures the creature in a metal crate, administers amnestics to the wife, and cleans up the husband's remains ('Just Another Tuesday'). They transport the creature to Site-19's North Containment Hall and lock it in a containment cell next to SCP-049 ('Secure, Contain, Protect'). Dr. Jack Bright and his assistants walk through the corridor to check that all SCPs are accounted for ('Roll Call').

Bright enters SCP-105's containment chamber and performs a routine test of her anomalous ability to see locations in photographs as they presently appear ('What a Wonderful World'). Afterward, she is told she may be granted certain privileges for her good behavior. SCP-105 requests various luxury items, including fresh flowers and a bible, but also asks that Dr. Bright call her by her real name, Iris. Bright approves all her requests except the final one, as calling her by her real name would be a breach of protocol ('List of Requests').

Burdened by his obligation to treat the innocent captives the same way he treats the monsters, Bright goes to the SCP-408 enclosure and confesses his guilty feelings to lepidopterist Dr. Zynnia Kondraki. Kondraki reassures Bright that he is doing the right thing, although her speech includes a number of subtle allusions to the clear romantic tension between them ('Bright's Lament').

Elsewhere in Site-19, the amorphous red blob (now designated SCP-844) reveals itself to have the voice and personality of a small, frightened child. SCP-049, contained in the neighboring cell, tries to explain SCP-844's situation in a sensitive and gentle way, but he is interrupted by Able (SCP-076), who provides a more frank and honest description of life in containment ('Where am I?'/'Being Anomalous Really Sucks, Okay?').

Loud sirens and bright flashing lights suddenly fill the hallway. The SCPs cheer, recognizing it as a Containment Breach alarm. They happily speculate who may have attained freedom, but are horrified when they find that it is SCP-106 ('Who's the Lucky Bastard?'/'Oh HELL No!'). SCP-106 silently performs a short dance number before leaving to wreak havoc in Site-19 ('Rage State Ragtime').

Meanwhile, Bright and Kondraki come close to sharing their first kiss while SCP-408 specimens create a romantic atmosphere around them ('Screw Professionalism'). Just as they are about to confess their feelings for one another, Site Director Yorick Cleffordson announces over Site-19's PA system that all personnel must assist in recontaining SCP-106 at any cost ('Put That Thing Back Where It Came From (Or So Help Me)'). Bright and Kondraki exchange awkward goodbyes and quickly run off to defend their Site.

Bright searches Site-19's East Storage Wing for anything that might be able to stop SCP-106, but all he finds are Safe-Class objects with bizarre-but-unhelpful abilities ('My Kingdom for a Euclid'). Finally, he grabs a handful of objects with unidentified anomalous properties and leaves, hoping for the best ('What the Hell, I'm Dead Either Way').

SCP-106 walks through Site-19's cafeteria, killing staff members right and left. Suddenly the cafeteria turns into an idyllic pastoral scene, causing SCP-106 to recoil in terror. It sends handfuls of black, highly acidic sludge into the air, causing SCP-408 specimens to scatter and fall (“[TANGO EXPUNGED]”). Just as SCP-106 spies Kondraki in the corner of the room, Bright bursts in with his arms full of undocumented SCP objects. He throws them one after another at SCP-106, but to no avail. SCP-106 slowly advances toward Bright until the two are face-to-face. SCP-106 reaches forward menacingly, but at the last moment, Bright puts a comb on SCP-106’s head, turning it into a beautiful young woman– much to its distress.

Site Director Yorickson enters the room with back-up security personnel, and SCP-106 is apprehended before it can remove the comb. Just as the trouble seems to be over, a support beam weakened by SCP-106’s sludge attacks begins to collapse. Bright sees the support about to fall on Kondraki and he pushes her out of the way, sacrificing himself in the process. He confesses his love to her with his dying breaths (“Screw Professionalism (Reprise)”). As his body goes limp, a red amulet falls out of his hand.

Act 2

Several days after the containment breach, a team of D-Class personnel is cleaning the damaged cafeteria. One of them finds the red amulet lying amongst some rubble and picks it up. His entire disposition immediately changes, and he runs out of the room in confusion. When captured and questioned, he claims to be Dr. Jack Bright. After he correctly answers questions only the real Bright would know, his interrogators are forced to believe him ('I'm a Doctor, Not a D-Class”).

Bright, in his new body, is designated as SCP-963 and placed in a holding cell until an available containment chamber can be found. Bright notes the irony of finding himself on the other side of the containment door (“Bright’s Lament (Reprise)'). He is surprised to find himself moved to an “overflow” chamber containing other humanoids. His cellmates, SCP-2800 and SCP-1846, attempt to raise his spirits (“It's Like a Really Long Vacation”).

Meanwhile, Kondraki, still believing Bright to be dead, has her butterflies create an illusion of him so she can say goodbye (“Damn Your Sexy Face”). Dr. Everett King enters the butterfly enclosure to retrieve some notes, and several butterflies escape as he comes in. Kondraki follows them to the cell where Bright is being held, and the two reunite (“I’m Confused, But Kiss Me”).

Elsewhere in Site-19, Able has been transferred to the cell next to Iris’. The two recount the romantic relationship they fostered as teammates in the Omega-7 Task Force as well the breakup that followed. Able begs her to see the warm, loving man behind the brutal killer (“I Would Probably Never Gut You”). However, Iris rejects the idea of ever getting back together.

Bright continues to live day-to-day life an SCP, growing increasingly dissatisfied with the way he is treated by his former co-workers. (“When You’re a Skip”). He gradually becomes sympathetic to the plight of his fellow humanoid SCPs. He only embraces the “good” SCPs at first, but he eventually warms up to the more dangerous ones as well (“We’re All Monsters, Really”).

During his weekly secret rendezvous with Kondraki, Bright tells of a massive breakout he is planning with his fellow SCPs. He instructs her to hide in a safe place so she will not be hurt during the escape, and promises to run away with her when he is free (“What Could Possibly Go Wrong?”). Kondraki agrees, but later confesses to her butterflies that she is morally conflicted (“I’m So Screwed, Guys”).

The following day, Bright springs his plan into action. With the help of various SCP allies, A massive containment breach is successfully instigated (“The Breakout Song”). Many personnel are killed in the ensuing breach, including Bright himself. However, he comes back once again when his amulet falls onto Dr. King’s recently-deceased body (“Why Do I Taste Apples?”). Bright personally releases Iris from her containment chamber, finally calling her by her proper name. Able pleads for Iris to open his containment door and release him, but she chooses not to (“It Wasn’t a Healthy Relationship At All, Really”).

Bright finds Kondraki, but she has had a change of heart and cannot bring herself to run away with him. She explains that she needs to keep her promise to the Foundation by staying behind to help recontain the SCPs that want to destroy humanity, but she still wants Bright to escape while he can (“Screw Professionalism (Reprise, Again)”). The two say a tearful goodbye and Bright departs while Kondraki stays behind to fight alongside her butterflies.

After the breach, Kondraki once again has her butterflies create an illusion of Bright with his original face. Her friend, Dr. Agatha Reach, enters the enclosure, grieving the death of Dr. King, and the two commiserate over their lost loves (“All My Boyfriends End Up Dead”). Suddenly, Bright enters the room, still in King’s body, and explains that no one knew King had died except the three of them, meaning he can essentially take over King's identity. Reach is initially disturbed, but decides she is happy her friends can be together, and says that King would have wanted things this way. Bright and Kondraki kiss, overjoyed at the second chance at living a normal life again together in Site-19 (“A Happy Ending, Sort Of”).

A group of shadowy figures monitor surveillance footage of the previous scene. As they discuss what to do, Able enters the room in a suit, revealing himself to be O5-1, head of the Overseer Council. He explains that the whole event was orchestrated by the Overseers, and that they have decided to allow Bright to live on as Dr. King. The Council meeting breaks for lunch and Able is left alone in the room. Iris suddenly enters, confused. Able explains it was all a test, and Iris tearfully runs to his arms. With the containment breach officially over, the rest of Site-19's personnel get back to work (“Secure, Contain, Protect (Reprise)”.

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Scp Containment Breach Endings Wiki

ActorRoleAndrew S. BearDr. Jack BrightDjango RicmannDr. Jack Bright, 2nd BodyMontala RothDr. Zynnia KondrakiChris DeMatisseDr. Everett KingKirby CavenderDr. Clefford YoricksonSilva DiezDr. Agatha ReachPeppa DenkarIrisTom StoneAbleHippolyta ArdsonSCP-106Cyril LockeSCP-844Troy DuChampSCP-049Chaz D. KevereauxSCP-2800Fritz Conwill E.SCP-1846Erica H. AnberoughMrs. HaloCane P. RavenMr. HaloVaughn PencerSCP-527

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Our first thanksgiving; Rocket x reader

This comes from a favorite tumblr friend of mine who wanted a Rocket raccoon holiday drabble. She originally wanted a Halloween one but then projects and papers got in the way (the life of a college girl) but now that I’ve managed to find a short break from going to parks all day long I managed to write her request. Don’t worry once Dec. comes around and I’ve finished with ALL my work, I’ll open up requests :) Hope you like it @coolbonnieblr and hope you and all of my readers have a great THANKSGIVING.

Sorry in advance if it’s so short, minor sexual innuendos (nothing big just small hints) and swearing (but nothing big). Other than that enjoy some triangle faced monkey fluff and again HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE :)

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It was that time of the year again.  No not Christmas time but close, it’s that special time of giving thanks to others around us and the one time of the year when we come together as human beings and celebrate our differences and create new memories together as we eat together and cherish all that we have.  I was just done preparing the table when Rocket came in.

“What is all this?” he proclaimed.

“Oh you’re home early. Happy Thanksgiving babe”.

“What the hell is Thanksgiving?”

“Do you remember when I told you about my traditions back on Earth, all the holidays we have, well this is one of them. In fact one of the biggest ones next to Halloween and Christmas”.

“(Y/n) you Terrans have so many holidays I can’t even keep track of them, remind me what this one’s about again?”

“Oh Rocket baby, Thanksgiving is the holiday where everyone gives thanks of what they’re thankful for. We have a big feast with a huge turkey and we’re surrounded by our friends and family”.

“Well babe given the fact I ain’t got no family and the fact that we left the Guardians to live our own lives after the wedding, why would I partake in this holiday?”

“Because you’re my husband and for the fact that I can and will kick your ass if you don’t sit your furry butt down”. I stated to him in my calm voice.  Rocket knew that whenever I talked in that low, calm and collected voice, he knew I was being serious because the first time he thought he’d get away with not doing something with me, I literally threw him around like a rag doll and kicked him outside into the forest for a week.  He immediately sat down and stated.

“But babe I’m not even from Earth nor do I know what to be thankful for”.

“Which is why I’m going to help you. You’re my husband and I took a vow that for better or worse I would be there for you. For now let’s just enjoy the food, I bet you’re starving”.

“Damn right I am”. I then took Rocket’s paws and I led us in grace then once it was done, we immediately dug right into eating. “Oh kriff (y/n) this is the best meal I’ve had in ages”.

“I know, thankfully you didn’t marry me just for my cooking”.

“You’re right, I married you for your bed skills”.

“ROCKET!”

“I’m joking, slightly”. I slapped him across the head and shook my head as I couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

After dinner, he helped me clear up the table then we sat down and cuddled together on the couch and as I stroked his head I then heard him say.

“Hey, you know how you told me this was a day of giving thanks to the people who help make us who we are?”

“Yeah”.

“Well I finally know who I’m thankful for”.

“Really? Who?” Rocket said not a word as he looked up at me and cupped my cheek.  He then came closer to my face and placed a gently kiss on my lips.  We stayed there for a moment before he separated from me and he said.

“Was that clear enough?”

“Oh Rocket, that was more than clear. Happy Thanksgiving my little raccoon”.

“Why must you call me that you know I don’t know what that is right?”

“I know, but I’m the only one who can call you that without getting my hand bit”.

“Damn right you are, but you’ve never complained about it before, especially when we’ve…..”

“If you don’t cut it out right now Rocket then I won’t be giving you that new ultrasonic gun that you’ve been eyeing for a Christmas present”. Rocket immediately got quiet and nuzzled into my neck making me giggle softly.

“Thank you for introducing me to this holiday, Happy Thanksgiving babe”.

“Happy Thanksgiving my love”.

[ikonislife]

Tiny Surprise.

-Donghyuk x Reader

-Christmas Drabble.

This was not what you had signed up for, all alone struggling with a cart filled to the brim and still browsing, correction, fighting your way through the aisle of the supermarket for grocery. If you have to argue with one more person about who was in line first, you will lose it, murderous rage lose it. The mall, the outlet, hell, even the dollar store should be packed but why is the supermarket feeling so much like black Friday at this moment. 

Wasn't it the norm to leave grocery shopping for holiday party till the night before Christmas? Isn't that why you took 3 days off ahead of time to shop? What perhaps even more annoying than the middle age woman that had been glaring daggers your way for grabbing the last pack of discounted plastic cups, the fact that your dear boyfriend nowhere to be seen despite promising left and right to help you prep. After all, it was his idea to have all of iKon gathering at your new home for a holiday party, a house warming of sort and to ring in the holiday season. You hadn’t think much about it, Donghyuk cares for his brothers more than even himself and it makes you happy to have someone so compassionate as a life partner. Of course you said yes in a heartbeat especially when he so lovingly promised to be there every step of the way to help. Except when time come for the hard work to be done, Donghyuk is everywhere but here, dissipated into thin air and even phone calls from his desperate girlfriend couldn't reach him.

After about an hour queuing to pay, you're just about done with life, just that much closer to cancelling the goddamn party altogether. You officially hate Mariah Carey after ‘All I Want for Christmas’ played for the 15th times, not even exaggerating, 15th times by the time you had left the store. 

Who care if all the boys had been looking forward to this all month, you're simply exhausted. Not even the bright blinking lights adorn by every possible objects along your way could cheer you up, not even the giant blow-up penguin cutely smiling with the Santa’s hat on, not even that. To make matters so much worse, your longing for a simple cup of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallow denied because apparently everyone else in this city also wanted the same thing. You’re not about to wait in line another hour, uh uh, not today. 

Yet another call missed by Donghyuk and your eyes beginning to flare red from frustration. If he didn't want to do the tedious task, at the very least picking you up would be greatly appreciated. Yet the reality is far from what you hope for as you continue to struggle your way to find a taxi, up to your neck with the holiday crowd and grocery bags.

By the time your body collapses onto the comfort of your couch, grocery bags litter their way like Hansen and Gretel breadcrumb trail, the golden sun had bowed out for the day leaving a darkening cloud of glittering snow dusting the Earth, leeching the gleamers of the plentiful holiday lights proudly worn by all the houses. A tired sigh left your lips, the cold slowly lulling your eyes to flutter shut as the couch consumes you into this warm embrace, never mind the fresh produces needing to be refrigerate... This must be what heaven feels like. 

When aching body finally risen from the place it had remained for a good 2 hours, the moon’s silvery gleam has beginning to reach its arms through your curtain. Groggy and completely sluggish from perhaps the best yet worst nap you’ve ever had, your body feel much like it had been hit by a truck, throat scratchy from screaming over the crowd at the market and well, your head hurts like a bitch. Needless to say, the moment your eyes were met with the sight of Donghyuk happily chomping down on a big piece of cake, the fire within your heart reignited, all the frustration of the world come raining down on your aching body and melted mind. 

“Where have you been?” Sounding off your grieve as patronizing as a drowsy, half asleep person could, you stand there with hands on your hips glaring to the best of your ability at a smiling Donghyuk.

“Baby, you’re awake” He cheers out, near running to your side for a big hug but his step halted at your flaring nostrils, probably looking much like a dragon about to blow. “I was going to carry you to the bed, but you looked so peacefully, I didn’t want to disturb-”

“Are you being serious right now?”

“Y/n...” Guilt, guilt written all over his handsome features as his gaze casts onto your wrinkled clothing, padded jacket still enveloping your body in its confinement, scarf barely hanging onto dear life. You had been so tired that the snow covered jacket has no chance to be hung as your body thrown itself into sleep. 

“NO, don’t Y/n me. And don’t you dare tell me to calm down. Are you being serious, Donghyuk. You promised me, you promised you’d be home to help me shop and wrap present. But where were you? None of the presents are wrap because I spent the entire day, THE ENTIRE DAY, Kim Donghyuk, fighting by way through the markets.” Arms flailing, fingers roughly carding through your knotted up hair, you didn’t know how else to express yourself aside from loudly ranting and making yourself as big as you can as if fighting off a bear. “I am so tired... Everyone else had their spouse with them and I, I-”

Before you could even finish the sentence, Donghyuk already has his arms around you, soft shushing and gentle hand petting away all the exasperation weighting down your smile away. His eyes tear up at the thought of you struggling all alone down the cold street of the city, wondering, waiting for him. 

“I just wanted to know if you were alright... The road is so slippery and, and there was an accident and you didn’t even answer my call. I just wanted to go home and see you but my taxi stolen, TWICE,  by jerks and I had to walk for so long... Some lady wanted to murder me for plastic cups, Donghyuk, plastic cups.” That’s it, you’re crying now. You didn’t want to cry because as angry as you were, it’s not his fault. God know how unpredictable his work schedule could be and no one could really control how long it would take for that perfect recording. With the comeback just around the corner, you should be thankful he’s even home every night to tuck you in and chat your insomnia away with his honey dripped voice. “I’m so sorry... It’s not your fault, baby. I shouldn’t have yelled. I was just frustrated.”

“Sweetheart, don’t apologize. I should’ve been there to be your snowplow through the market so you don’t have to and fight to death to defend your plastic cups.” What’s the deal with the plastic cup is, Donghyuk has no idea, all he knows is right now you just need a shoulder to cry on and for him to be there. “What do you say we spend the rest of the night watching movies and wrap present. I’ll help of course but I need to put together the tiny tent I bought for our new baby first, then I’m all yours.” 

“Okay... thank you for being here.” It took you a full thirty seconds before what he said even register... Did he just said new baby? “Donghyuk... What is that carrier over there?” And a full minute before you realize there, right by the couch where your comatose body had been, was a small grey plastic carrier, the kind that you’d put a small animal in. 

“Why don’t you go see for yourself.”

Hesitation lacing itself with every step you take, you crouch down to examine the small thing with great care before the most adorable sound known to mankind chimes through your home with its sweetness. The tiniest meow emanates out and your heart nearly stops, Donghyuk was now sitting just beside you with the brightest smile on his lips.

“Surprise” He mewls out softly, a delicate kiss upon your cheeks before he gently picks up the tiniest kitten you’ve ever seen. “I wanted to surprise you but the trip to pick up this little guy took longer than I thought. I completely forgot about holiday traffic and well, now you know why I didn’t make it home.”

You’re crying again but for a whole different reason, the tiny little ball of fur wiggles in your boyfriend’s arms, pawing lightly at his sweater, and melting your heart a bit more with every meow it gives. 

“Baby... I- How did you, I’m so happy.” 

“You’ve been talking about a kitten for so long and I just thought it was time. Wanna hold him?”

Before you could reply, Donghyuk already placing your tiny baby right on your lap. His fur incredibly soft and you imagine this is what cloud would feel like. He’s black as the night sky but the little white patches on his chest and face give the little guy just enough quirk to fit right into your little family. His tiny little paws white with milky pink paw pads as if he’s wearing tiny little socks, and the way his legs struggle to keep up just melt your heart away. 

For the next hour, all could be heard was the sound of amazement whenever the tiny one does something cute, which is everything, even if he’s just sitting there breathing. Donghyuk has settled himself on the couch, watching as you quite literally crawl on the floor as the little one runs amok. 

A soft content smile remains on his lips for the rest of the night and on his mind, the thought that one day right along side with your little furry companion, a baby of two will fill your lives with laughter and happiness. But for now, having you and the kitten is enough to make his heart swell.