#LOL get loafed idiot

[bucket-of-amethyst]

he is a LOAF he is a GRAIN he is Pembroke Corgi FULL OF MISCHIEF do i need to say more

also finally the Porlmoon as The Meme. I drew borzoi Pearl back in december and suddenly they became the next big thing. Coincidence?? :thikin emoje:

✨ i have commissions open! :D ✨

🐶More puppers: Jog / Pixl / Porl / SoupGroop / Tango / Zed

[crematedcow]

lol how would elli react to being called a stinky boy?

"What did you just call me?" Elli inquired, his voice tinged with irritation. The black void where his face should be seemed to gaze at you, and you suddenly understood how one could feel someone's gaze without actually seeing it. However, you didn't hesitate to repeat yourself. "Stinky boy," you confidently said. There was a brief moment of silence between the two of you, during which you managed to form a small, mischievous smile. That seems to have pulled Elli out of his momentary silence. "Are you actually out of your mind?!" Elli exclaims, his voice growing louder. You notice his armor shaking slightly, the sound of metal rattling against itself accompanying his raised voice. With an irate gesture down his body, Elli's temper sparked. "This armor is much cleaner than you could ever wish to be, Hunter!" It seems he was turning the tables on you (very rude, if you were honest), but you couldn't resist the urge to retort, "Hard to believe when you never shower or bathe." At this point, you were just trying to get under his skin, and it works like a charm. His armored hands clench into fists in response. Elli let out an incredulous "huh!", clearly provoked by your comment. "I don't need to waste any water when all I have to do is polish the metal and occasionally wax it! Do you have any idea how much time I put into caring for this armor?! Clearly you don't!" He continues to berate you and explain his meticulous cleaning process in agonizing detail, from the type of cloths he uses to his inclusion of jasmine oil in the wax. However, you didn't really care. So you say it again. "Stinky. Doesn't bathe or shower." With that parting shot, you left the room, leaving the frustrated man in metal behind as you could still hear him yelling profanities after you. --- Chulainn enters the room where you were staying, holding a loaf of bread that they were eating from, but their face bore a disturbed expression. "What the hell did you say to Elli?" they ask, their grip on the bread looking almost painful. You shrug your shoulders, as you hadn't spoken to him for hours. "Why do you ask?" you inquire of your patron. The look they shoot you suggests that they didn't believe your obliviousness at all, but they chose not to comment on it. "Because that idiot of a knight keeps walking around the inn asking everyone if they smell bad. I really don't want to take a sniff of his armor while I'm trying to fucking eat." Oh. Elli really took your comment to heart, huh?

:)

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Fallen Idols

Welcome to “Okay So It’s Not a Loki Episode, but I’m Still Super Magnanimous and That’s the Biggest Takeaway Here: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e5: Fallen Idols.

Our boys get intrigued by a case that involves James Dean’s car as a murder suspect, which turns into a series of murders, all seemingly by famous dead people. It’s…weird, to say the least (and can I get an “amen” to the idea that it sounds like something Loki would do? Thank you.) The culprit is Leshi, a pagan god from the Balkans who has found a new feeding ground by transforming into the likenesses of famous people and feeding off their fans. It takes the form of Paris Hilton in the end and wails on both Sam and Dean before Sam can kill it. Cut to an end scene in which the brothers actually…talk? About their feelings? This, too, is weird.

Mace:

maybe open the garage door first?

Lor: 

naaaaaw

Mace:

absolute banana loafs

oh GROSS

Lor:

RIGHT?

mmmm Baby engine

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

"back"? where's "back"? they are IN the only home they have. there's no "get back" from anywhere they ever go pets them

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

omg Dean's "you are so stupid" face

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

down, Dean

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"oh we are definitely checking this out"

Mace:

how his little face just lights up talking about it

Lor:

YAAAAAS

OMG ROLLED UP SHIRT SLEEVES

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

AND NOW HE'S ON A CREEPER I CANNOT

Mace:

HA

OMG SAMMY

Lor:

haaaahahaha SAM

YES

"don't even look at her or she might not like it" I love him

Mace:

YES

Lor:

he needs someone to gently massage his neck and give him little temple kisses

Mace:

okay, if it disappeared, then there’s no research to do, and surely someone else has already done it

HA

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

esp THAT car

Lor:

DEAN WINCHESTER stop lying to girls to get laid. for one thing, it's not necessary

Mace:

right?!?! Jesus, honey, just smile at them

Lor:

RIGHT?

he's mad at you for correcting papers in red ink

Mace:

HA

Lor:

i love that their "this cop is an idiot" faces are different

Mace:

I CAN UNDERSTAND HER

Lor:

"she's not making any sense in Spanish either" like he would know

OMG THAT'S AWESOME

Mace:

HAHAAHA

Lor:

well done!

Mace:

thanks!

omg Sam’s FACE

Lor:

YES

Mace:

i don’t remember this ep at all, but it’s got to be Loki, right?

Lor:

I know nothing, Mace

Mace:

sigh

Lor:

lol Sam's face when he says "that look like James Dean" he's so done

Mace:

LORE

EVERYBODY DRINK

YES

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

omg Sammy you are so hot when you’re correcting language

Lor:

yeah, Sam, well, say it in Latin, buddy

LOLOLOLOLOL

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

nnnnnggg henley and leaning

Mace:

YES

Lor:

that Ghandi one was really good. looks just like Ben Kingsley

Mace:

I’m pretty sure Gandhi was a dick, wasn’t he?

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

I dunno maybe?

Mace:

I feel like I vaguely remember that he was hugely racist or misogynistic or something

Lor:

i know someone in the history of my schooling made me watch that movie but I remember like NONE of it

Lor:

lol Dean's "aaaaah THERE it is" look

Mace:

YES

I’ve never seen it

Lor:

who's... Gen Y? isn't that what they called millennials before they called us that? because they mostly wouldn't be kids?

Mace:

no idea

Lor:

OMG DEAN

Lor:

he and I are the same person, I swear

Mace:

HAHAHA

dude, don’t lean into the jumps scare, christ

Lor:

RIGHT?

lol even a hunter raised in the life first thinks it's his big brother being a jerk when something goes bump

Mace:

“wanna see my Gandhi impression?”

HAHAHA YES

Lor:

lol

"couldn't've been a fan of someone cool?"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

omg Dean laughing at Sam

Lor:

YES

"that is good. even for you, that is good"

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

iiii feel like there's a little revisionist history going on there, Sammy, hon

Mace:

huh

Lor:

lolol this poor sherriff

Mace:

right?

Lor:

I mean I feel like Dean does treat him like his little brother, but not like he's not an equal?

omg his ARM

Mace:

I disagree. Dean still thinks Sam’s being away at college and rejecting The John Cause makes him lesser

Lor:

huh. interesting

Mace:

that compounds with his Big Brother Knows Best business

Lor:

well he certainly has that

maybe it's the characterization of "dragging me around" that I disagree with? Sam always chooses to come back? and it's not like Sam never picks the case or directs where they're going to go

Mace:

letting him make some of the decisions is not the same as treating him as an equal

Lor:

I can't get over the fact that Paris Hilton agreed to do this

mmm, fair

Mace:

I can’t believe they wanted her to

Lor:

LOL

it's so meta. I really hope she gets it

omg the wink

Mace:

huh. I really don’t care if she did or not.

YES

Lor:

I sense that you do not care for PH

Mace:

i do not think about her at all, in fact

Lor:

very good. I think watching this episode is the only time I've ever thought about her. except for the times I had to read persuasive essays about her from students

Mace:

ha!

Lor:

awww, Dean offering to let him drive

Mace:

indeed. LETTING him drive. but sure, he totally sees him as equal.

Lor:

Dude it's HIS CAR

Mace:

it’s their father’s car.

it’s THEIR car

Lor:

he gave it to Dean, though

Mace:

fine, but making a big deal out of LETTING him drive it is my point

Lor:

grumble mutter whispers maybe you have a point

Mace:

graciously lets you joint the correct side of the argument

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

it's always been your magnanimous spirit that's drawn me to you, Mace

[the-great-ladyg]

5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl?

Hello! Sorry for taking so long on this one, but here I am at last. For this one I'll use Maegor, I have to rant about him.

5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl?

Oh, this is going to be long, ig

TW: Violence, domestic violence, rape

"He was the worst king in Westeros history"

Okay, let's start: 🩸🐲 was not the worst king

He did some wrongs like killing ONE of his nephews (the other one was Tyanna's doing) or continue a war that wasn't ending, but he also did some goods like starting the process of disarming the Faith or uniting the realm under one cause.

Don't forget many of the things said about him were rumors (like when he killed a cat the first time he held a blade, or that he killed people from the smallfolk saing they were Warrior's Sons and Poor Fellows), or were Tyanna's actions (the death of Viserys, the kidnapping or Aerea and Rhaella, and the death of Jeyne Westerling and her son, and the stillborn baby of Elinor Costayne).

Now, people say Maegor's killing of every architect and person who worked on the Red Keep was cruel. Okay, what would you do? Those people knew the secrets of the king's castle, they could easily reveal any secret entrance and have the king killed. Even if he decided to cut their tongues and break their fingers, smallfolk would still say he was cruel.

Besides, there have been way worse kings than him, I'll give a few examples:

His brother, Aenys I. Aenys was a terrible king, he couldn't decide on anything, even if his kindom or family were in danger. Rebels trying to rise and get independence? He can't decide who to attack first. The Faith has his eldest son and daughter as hostages? He can't act bc he doesn't to act on undoing the marriage or attacking the Faith. And he made the worst decisions when he acted, like marrying his children with one another or sending his brother, his most powerful supporter since he had Balerion and both Targaryen swords (and he didn't try to take the throne from Aenys) to exile, sending away his most valuable protection from the Faith. Dude died from a stomach cramp lol.

Aegon II. This dude was an idiot who only wanted to act and kill, no negotiation, the only times he decided to negotiate were because his mother, grandfather and wife convinced him to do so, even 🩸🐲 could be reasonable at times without someone talking him to do that. He was an usurper since his father never named him his successor, and this dude only lasted two years as king, and those two years he had to fight in a war he started by taking the throne. The bloodiest civil war in Westeros' history happened because of this man.

Baelor I. Okay, maybe I'm kind of anti Faith of the Seven, but you have to agree with me on this one. This dude trapped his three sisters in the Maidenvault just to keep them as virgins, don't giving a shit about their consent, and that didn't stop Daena from giving birth to a bastard. "Oh, but he gave to every person a loaf of bread", yeah, and he also outlawed prostitution, burned books, did stupid things like "I'm granting tax exemptions if you put a chastity belt to your maiden daughters", named a child as the fucking pope. He was a fucking septon but didn't disolve Aegon and Naerys' marriage even his cousin was suffering and almost dying after every pregnancy. Hell, Baelor would have started a holy war against the North and the Iron Islands to convert people to the Faith, if he didn't starve himself to death.

Aegon IV. Anyone who know his story knows this piece of shit is an useless king, no wonder he's remembered as "the unworthy". He wasted lots of money on favoring certain lords, on trying to conquer Dorne even when his son Daeron was married to princess Myriah. He raped Naerys, don't doubt about it, he killed his sister by forcing her to give birth to all of his sons, and after she and his brother Aemon died he said Daeron was Aemon's son in a tantrum, and it's said he killed his father Viserys to become king. Aegon had sons and daughters with any woman he desired, and he decided to legitimize all of them before dying, because of this piece of shit there were the Blackfyre rebellions that brought death and despair for almost a century.

Aerys II, you know, "the mad king". We all know why he was a terrible king. He tortured and burned people for the most stupid reasons, he raped and beat his sister Rhaella multiple times, the Targaryens lost their most valuable ally, Tywin Lannister, after Aerys threw tantrums over his own stupidity to rule, he caused the fall of House Targaryen because he thought it was a great idea to kill several Northman lords and their sons, including Ned's father and brother.

Honorable mention: Joffrey I Baratheon, you know why.

🩸🐲 is considered the worst king of Westeros because maesters, the Faith and the Hightowers were angry at him, and these people are the ones who write down the story, of course they would say the worst things about him this way "Yeah, he drowned puppies when he was four years old... but that's a rumor".

[lex-artis-studios]

On my most recent flight, like two weeks ago, here's what TSA did:

-not give one fuck about the multiple electronics, wires, and chargers packed in my carryon.

-not give one fuck about my epipen.

-sent me through the old-fashioned metal detector, which flagged me.

-sent me through the metal detector again, which again flagged me as being Metallic.

-have a TSA agent wand me, and declare 'you've got something mid-torso.'

-it's my fucking underwire bra.

-which their giant-ass whoop-dee-doo spinny x-ray confirmed.

-have absolutely no fucking idea what a loaf of sourdough bread is.

-search my carryon to locate said sourdough bread.

-thankfully let me continue on my way WITH the sourdough bread.

-we still had a fuckwad try to start a fight with the flight attendants during snack time. (Whole squad of police were waiting for us at our destination lol get pwned idiot.)

I've grown up around airports (my dad was an air traffic controller) and I clearly remember the days when nobody gave a fuck and somehow the TSA is an improvement? Okay.

I just wanna fly on a plane without being molested, and you're tweeting like your a 2014 brand account. I blame Wendy's for this shit.

anyway I hope the tsa gets abolished. they were hastely set up post 9/11 not as a way to actually protect anyone, but to invade our privacy and give the illusion of protection. not once in the tsa's 23 years of existence have they stopped a single terrorist attack. all they do is make your life difficult for people who travel, molest you if your body isn't perfectly cis, racially profile you, and abuse their power and invade your privacy

[brittle-biscuits]

Dream of Dough (Doughie)

Pic by baelfight_omo

You first encountered Doughie alongside her brother Biscuit when you and the Omori gang fell down into BREAVEN.

She'd make the occasional remark here and there about "the cute one". It took a bit to realize she was referring to you.

In battle, you had the lowest priority from attacks. Doughie doesn't want to hurt you badly, probably had to quietly convince her brother lol

She lemented her decline of ingredients after the fight, but you had offered to help out with that which surprised her :0

You went and fetched her things outside of BREAVEN, cooked alongside her which was the perfect opportunity to get to know and grow close to her more.

places two pieces of bread to the sides of your head

The Omori gang wouldn’t need to worry if you weren’t around often, they’d just need to head down to BREAVEN and there you were, baking stuff alongside the bread woman.

You made sure to dedicate every outing with her to seeing something new, letting out a small chuckle as you saw a shine in her eyes as she took in the sights.

Though it was likely not the best idea to take her to the Last Resort, you had to stop her before she blew all her clams at the slots.

“Quite bad at this, am I Y/N…?”

You were more then willing to win back her clams with your own, ignoring the gators as they sneered at you. You spent a long while at the machine, but Doughie made sure to cheer you on while doing so.

When she first asked you out, she adorably wrote her question on a piece of bread. She had to hide her slightly red face!

It came as no surprise to anyone that the two of you eventually became an item. Biscuit may not speak words, but you could tell he was asking you to treat his sister right!

"What are you?" "An idiot sand-" "No…a cute sandwich hehe~"

Also as no surprise that this relationship was based off of the Real World relationship between you and Daphne.

Her parents are both happy for you and excited that their bakery tradition will continue. Daphne loves you for you and will whisk away any thoughts that say otherwise.

Your more lively personality is sure to bring out a smile from her, a rarity from the usually calm demeanor she frequently has.

In both worlds, she’s lucky to have you as a partner. She adores you so much!

“I loaf you, Y/N…hehe~”

[auspicioustidings]

You fool (complimentary, ilu), it was a trap! By which I mean drabbles below 😘

Dark anything. First thing I type on Ao3 for new things I like is “dark __” lol

"How is the little dove?" Price asked, sipping at his tea as he eyed the cage. The poor thing looked like she was wilting away today.

"Aww she's naw feeling too great, had tae clip her wings a few days ago" Johnny replied, standing to go and reach a hand through the bars, running a loving hand over the bandage around your ankle. It stung, of course it stung, and you hissed and tried to move away from the touch.

"Now now little birdie, unruffle those feathers, you were the one who tried to fly away. It's safer for you this way" Simon scolded, not standing from his seat across from Price but making the threat that he would very clear.

You relented much to Johnny's delight, letting him call Kyle over to show how well trained you were to sing on command.

It was ok, the pain wouldn't be forever you knew. You could try fly away again in 6 months once your Achilles tendon was healed again.

Soulmate AU!!!! Oh my god I love a soulmate AU

You did not want to die. You especially did not want to die because of a bloody maniac seeing fit to blow up the building that you worked in.

You could barely breathe with all the smoke and debris in the air, but at least the floor hadn't collapsed yet. Couldn't be long though, you could hear the building letting out great sighs as if struggling to stay upright. If it came down you were toast. You took a breath and rubbed a hand to the raised words on your collarbone to steady yourself. Old habit. Your words had been there since you were born, the handwriting so bad that everyone assumed you must have a doctor for a soulmate.

You broken love?

The only saving grace of this was that the office had actually been closed due to the aircon being busted. Of course you had to have left your bloody laptop charger and had to have chosen to go get it when there was a terrorist attack, of course. Not much for it but to start crawling in what you were sure was the direction of the door to the stairwell.

It was a struggle, you were pretty sure in the initial blast your whole left side had been thoroughly fucked up so you had to pull yourself along on your right side, but you made it to the stairwell.

You took a breather and leaned heavily against the wall, trying to steel yourself for continuing on down the stairs. Wait, there were people coming up the way. That was very much the wrong way to be going.

One of them bit out a curse and leaned over you. All you could think about in your state was how kind his eyes looked.

"Wasn't told there was anyone else left in the building Captain" one of the men said to the one leaning over you.

"You broken love?"

Oh. Oh.

"I'd probably be ok calling you Captain in bed."

The other men were howling with laughter, but you were mostly out of it now with pain and the rush of endorphins that came from those words on your collarbone finally settling fully into your skin.

"We can discuss that later sweetheart, let's get you out of here."

Flower Shop Owner Bakery Owner x Tattoo Artist Club Owner AU

You could not put into words how much you despised the club next door. Your little bakery used to be your safe haven, somewhere peaceful and quiet in the wee hours of the morning when you were already awake and kneading away at the dough that would become the loafs out when you opened. Your shift pattern made it difficult to hold down relationships, but you wouldn't trade it for the world.

And then everything had changed because some idiot had opened a club next door and suddenly the wee hours of the morning were not peaceful and quiet. No, they were loud and irritating, the hollering of the drunk, disorderly and frankly horny club goers filling the space. You were pretty sure the place must have been some sort of freaky kink club with how people behaved.

At least by the time you had been working for a few hours it would quiet down, the place closing up and everyone off to continue the party elsewhere. God you hoped whoever owned the place would get hit by a bus.

This morning had been trying to say the least. There was some sort of event at the club so it had been louder than usual and you had already been irritated and flustered because you had woken up late and were behind. And then when it was wonderful and quiet and you had two hours until opening you had been in such a state of anger that you had went and burnt a batch of the morning rolls.

You were sat hyperventilating and angrily ignoring the tears rolling down your cheeks when the door creaked open. Of course you had forgotten to lock it today of all days. Of fucking course.

"Sorry for barging in, I was on my way home and I heard you… well…" the man gestured.

Great, he had no doubt heard you yelling and then crying about it. He didn't seem drunk, just looked tired. How was he still so put together and handsome after whatever event had been on?

"I'm actually the owner of the place next door, kept meaning to pop in and say hi. Kyle Garrick, you can call me Gaz" he said with a smile that could melt bloody granite.

"I despise you Kyle Garrick."

"I can work with that."

For a club owner he made a half decent helper, rolling up his sleeves and getting to work, following all of your instructions to make sure that you had everything ready for opening. If he noticed the way your eyes lingered on his forearms, he had the sense not to mention it.

Western AU

"Fucking hell, you could have warned me!" you yelled at Sheriff Mactavish from your spot crouched behind the bar of the saloon.

"Aww and ruin all the fun! Not on yer life bonnie!" he laughed back, stuffing a cloth into one of the bottles before lighting it and tossing it across the bar.

The noise was deafening.

When Mactavish had given you a job, you had honestly fallen a little in love on the spot. Most places did not take you seriously on account of your gender, so having him ask you to prove you could shoot like he would any man who wanted to work with him made you loyal as hell to him.

You knew he had a nemesis that he was sort of obsessed with, he talked about the outlaw all the time. They called him the Ghost. Given that he talked about him all the time, he seemed to have somehow forgotten to mention that the fucker was huge, wore a bright red skull mask and judging by the last 5 minutes of this fight wanted to fuck your Sheriff as much if not more than he wanted to kill him.

"Trying to set me on fire eh Johnny? You're about 4 years too late!"

Oh and he was English. There was also that. His accent caused the same pleasant tingle down your spine as your Sheriff's had always done.

"Och you the sweetest things, seems almost a shame I need tae take you in!"

You looked at the Sheriff in disbelief, choking out a laugh when he just grinned and winked at you instead of looking the least bit embarrassed.

"Maybe I'll let you this time if I get to talk to the little lady you're running with now. What's your name darlin'?"

You were a woman of the law, it was your job to take outlaws like this down. It would be wildly unprofessional and immoral to even dignify this criminal with a response.

"Maybe if you learn to shoot straight I'll consider telling you handsome!"

Mafia AU

"You have no idea why you're here, do you love?"

I mean you were fairly certain that why you were her didn't really matter so much as the fact that a man in a skull mask had you tied to a chair in a hotel room like it was just a normal activity for a Tuesday night. You were terrified, sitting here in your little summer dress and knowing that you had already cried off all of your mascara. You probably looked dreadful.

"No, please I think you have the wrong person" you replied, hiccupping half way through.

He had spent the last hour since you had come to just circling you and glaring. After the first 40 minutes you had stopped crying.

"Why were you at the casino tonight?" he asked, voice gruff and uncaring.

"I was returning a phone. I work at a café and it had been left there so I picked up when it rang and the man on the other end said to drop it off there. I swear that's the only reason I was there."

He came closer and you thought your heart might beat out of your chest. God you were going to die here, you were going to die because you had been an idiot and decided that it would be better for a random person for you to return their phone than to take it to the police.

"What's your name?"

When you told him he pulled a phone from one of the pockets on his vest and started looking something up. It was quiet for a few minutes but for his tapping and your shuddering breaths and sniffles. When he put the phone away his demeanour changed.

He sighed deeply and pulled off his mask to reveal a handsome scarred face and blonde hair messed up from being under fabric. His eyes were striking against the black of the paint there.

It was comforting in a way when he went to a knee before you on the chair, making himself smaller than you.

"What a mess. You're involved now love, but I can keep you safe. You need to do exactly what I say when I say it and you'll make it out of this alive, yeah?"

It was only once you nodded that he untied you, gently rubbing at your wrists to soothe them. You'd come to learn that this terrifying man was gentle in many ways and somewhere down the line when you were laid in bed falling asleep to the calming rhythm of his heartbeat beneath you, you'd realise that you loved him for it.

Top 5 AUs (can be one you've written or just ones you think are neat to think about)

1. Dark anything. First thing I type on Ao3 for new things I like is “dark ____” lol

2. Soulmate AU!!!! Oh my god I love a soulmate AU

3. Flower Shop Owner x Tattoo Artist AU

4. Western AU

5. Mafia AU

[expired-applejuice]

Group chat... part 1?

Courfeyrac added Bahorel , Bossuet, Cosette, Combeferre, Enjolras, Eponine, Feuilly, Grantaire, Gavroche, Javert, Joly, Montparnasse, Musichetta, Prouvaire, and Valjean to the chat

Courfeyrac changed the Chat's name to "French gents"

Courfeyrac: there we go!

Enjolras: Courfeyrac, why is Inspector Javert in this chat.

Courfeyrac: he seems chill.

Eponine: OI! There are more than just "gents" in this chat!

Musichetta: as long as I'm included I don't mind.

Javert: what is this?

Valjean: this seems like a way to send online letters to multiple people at once.

Bahorel: I just aged, like 50 years, reading that.

Joly: something is missing.

Bossuet: snacks?

Cosette: where is Marius

Courfeyrac: CRAP

Combeferre: don't add him

Valjean: ^^

Javert: agreed with the smart man.

Combeferre: What does he contribute to our group?

-

R: I hate you all so much! I'm leaving.

Flowerboi: you can't.

Bah: this is a family!

Center: you're already on the Revolutionaries holiday card.

Ferre: you're one of us.

Jolllllly: we're your idiots forever.

Bald-uet: and you'll never escape!

Poland: NEVER

Inspectdeez: still don't understand why Poland joined the French gents chat...

Monty: I just realized Feuilly is Poland's biggest fan

Monty: get it?

Monty: FAN

Poni: out.

24601: Javert arrest him

Apollo: I don't get it.

R: blonde.

LiteralAngel: Because he makes fans.

Apollo: Cosette... I'm sorry for everything you may think I said about you. You live up to your name.

Ferre: in reality it was all about Marius being an idiot.... how did he pull you? Like Eponine I get, but Marius?

LiteralAngel: he makes me laugh.

Flowerboi: lol they really be talking about him like he's not in chat.

Disowned: it's bad enough they named me after my trauma

Monty: we could have named you DeadDad.

Jolllllly: you guys are so mean.

Bald-uet: stop picking on him

Queen: Marius want a free coffee on the house?

Disowned: Thanks Musichetta.

Queen: no problem

24601: ..... I agree with Combeferre.

LiteralAngel: Papa!

Pup: BAHHAHAHAHA

Poni: Marius has some good traits.

Inspectdeez: name 3.

Poni: he is kind

LiteralAngel: he is smart.

Ferre: yeah right.

Poni: passionate.

Disowned: thanks babes.

Center: never say that again Pontmercy.

Bah: please.

Poland: I actually liked the joke Monty.

Monty: :D

Bah: ...

Jehan: run

Apollo: seriously... run

R: you're in danger mon ami.

Monty: o_O

Bald-uet: stop with those weird faces.

Monty: :p

Bald-uet: please.

Monty: okay.

-

Inspectdeez: which one of you dumbass, walking dead looking children took my new sword

Ferre: I'm not saying it was Valjean... but he has a history.

Valjean: it was just a loaf of bread!

Jolllllly: and the silver from the bishop.

Pup: and petit Gervais's money.

Apollo: and the French uniform.

Poni: according to father, Cosette.

LiteralAngel: that was a lie.

Poni: I know... I felt left out.

Inspectdeez: my heart.

Inspectdeez deleted a chat...

24601: ... still it wasn't me.

Bah: one time R stole apples.

R: that's it! I'm no longer going easy on you in boxing.

Bah: oooo I'm so scared.

Pup: someone record it, please.

Center: I got you.

Queen: honestly, when have you used a sword?

Inspectdeez: when a certain someone tried to guilt trip me into letting him go.

24601: I OFFERED FOR YOU TO COME WITH ME

Inspectdeez: so defensive. Only guilty people are that defensive.

24601: you said we should forget the past. Have I brought up the fact that you recognized me from my muscles.

Pup: that's pretty gay

LiteralAngel: papa, javert please don't start again.

Inspectdeez: sorry Cosette.

24601: sorry Cosette.

Inspectdeez: I know you didn't steal it. I'm sorry.

Jolllllly: Lesgle is crying

Queen: like super hard

Bald-uet: it's just so beautiful.

Flowerboi: Cosette really is talented. She straight up told wolverine and gladiator to shut up.

Monty: she could beat all our asses tbh

Disowned: and than Eponine would beat you for even trying to hurt Cosette.

Ferre: it's good to know who wears the pants in the relationship

-

Poni: where did you get that sword Gav?

Pup: from the inspector while he put it down to pick a flower.

Inspectdeez: WHAT?!

Flowerboi: flower power!!

Inspectdeez: IT WAS THE CHILD

Pup: told you not to underestimate me. This only goes to show what little people can do.

R: lol he said "i have the high ground"

Apollo: perhaps I was to quick to judge Gavroche.

24601: Gavroche please don't hurt yourself

Center: ^^ please

Ferre: you need some training.

Jolllllly: not by Bossuet

Queen: he'd probably stab someone. By accident of course

Jolllllly: or himself.

Bald-uet: no faith in me

Bah: you shouldn't take it personal

Poland: I've seen him hurt himself by walking

Bah: that's not that surprising.

Queen: either way I love you.

Jolllllly: as does I.

R: ima throw up

Flowerboi: R don't ruin their moment.

Disowned: see there so much love!

Apollo: shut up marius

Ferre: oh Enjolras <3

R: Questo stupido nerd mi sta dando sui nervi. Faresti meglio a dormire con un occhio aperto stanotte. Perseguiterò i tuoi sogni e ti porterò io stesso alla ghigliottina. Tiro la leva anch'io con un sorriso.

Disowned: mamma mia

Ferre: ...

Apollo: what did he say

R: Se vuoi vivere non dirglielo, Combeferre

Ferre: he told me about his art... what great art it is.

Center: Picasso

R: Buona

Bah: he knows how to speak Mario?

Poland: MARIO

LiteralAngel: what did I miss?

Poni: a lot, mon amour

LiteralAngel: I can kind of see that

Inspectdeez: kid can I have my sword back.

Pup: what do I get in return

Inspectdeez: a full pardon.

Pup: I'm a child.

24601: I should have taken advise from him.

Inspectdeez: fine. I will let you ride the horse into your school.

Pup: I'm on my way now.

Monty: I fear that kid.

Bah: same.

-

Ferre: settle a debate. Is barbie a lesbian

R: DUH

Center: TOLD YOU

Ferre: how is she gay what about ken

Poni: she has all those women in her life, and she hasn't had one lesbian lover? Unrealistic. She was a queer.

Ferre: ITS A KID'S PRODUCT!!!

Inspectdeez: they are banned in many different countries.

Center: HA

Center: I'm sorry, please still love me.

Ferre: of course I do. Now I see it.

R: her closet was bigger than jehan's

Flowerboi: don't judge me.

R: I'm just saying you both have style.

Flowerboi: well it doesn't mean much coming from you. I've only seen you in 4 different outfits.

R: don't judge me.

Bah: I felt the heat on that burn.

Poland: that was barley a burn you himbo.

Bah: what?

Apollo: by saying what you proved his point

Jolllllly: check and mate

24601: do you guys often get into stupid arguments?

LiteralAngel: papa that should be a given.

Queen: if they don't something is wrong.

Bald-uet: one time Bahorel swore that he saw a UFO

Bah: I'm just saying, there was a bright light and than a weird noise.

Inspectdeez: you live in one of the worse part of town. All those could have been crazy drug addicts.

Poland: see told you. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Bah: I'm not scared.

Monty: you literally blew up our phones to ask if you can stay with me and Jehan.

Bah: you know what, Montparnasse? I'm getting real tired of your shit now.

LiteralAngel: language.

Jolllllly: there are kids in this chat.

Pup: I don't give a damn.

Bald-uet: I think the kids will be alright.

Poni: who the fuck taught him those shitty ass words?

Ferre: ...

Disowned: TV.

LiteralAngel: yeah definitely.

Center: Eponine.

Disowned: shush

Poni: oh... lol eh. I'm not his mother.

Apollo: okay back to the barbie thing- did you now watch the movies??? That is a homosexual

Center: thank you!

Queen: how did Combeferre not see that?

Ferre: because... I was to worried about Ken.

Ferre: do you think Ken was gay.

R: yes.

LiteralAngel: for sure.

Poni: no doubt.

Poland: did you see toy story 3?

Center: cried My eyes out.

-

Poni: COSETTE COME GET YOUR SON!

24601: WHAT!?

Inspectdeez: I WILL KILL MARIUS.

Disowned: I didn't do It I swear.

LiteralAngel: oh calm down everyone. My furby.

Poni: YOU MEAN YOUR DEMON! THIS THING JUST TALKED AND I TOOK THE BATTERIES OUT! COME GET IT OR ITS GOING IN THE FIRE

Flowerboi: burn it.

Ferre: even I can't explain this.

R: it's simple. There's another battery in the toy, so the batteries you take out charge the one inside so when you take those out, it still works.

Apollo: how did you know that?

R: Google is free.

Bah: still its creepy throw it in the fire.

Inspectdeez: I told Valjean not to get her it.

24601: SHE GAVE ME THE EYES

Jolllllly: the eyes always get ya.

Pup: it's true I want some food? I flash my puppy eyes to Courfeyrac and boom! Food.

Center: you don't have to do that. I'll get you it either way.

Poland: the don't work when you get older.

Bald-uet: maybe not for you, but let Jolly or Musichetta give me puppy eyes I will give them the world. I would either way but with those eyes, I'd have tears down my face.

Queen: I love my bald Boi <3

Jolllllly: as do I.

R: I'm guess none of them have hair pulling kinks.

Queen: no but if we did, I'll get grippy socks and suction cups, we'll make it work.

Monty: ...

Poni: that's going to be an image I can't get out of my head.

R: Apollo have a hair pulling kink

Poni: it got worse

Disowned: TMI R.

Ferre: can we get off this subject.

Apollo: GRANTAIRE!

Jolllllly: that is something I never needed to know about our leader.

Bah: someone Google how to forget

LiteralAngel: did you know you can turn your furby evil

Poni: WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO DO THAT

Disowned: that really is creepy

Bah: chuck. It. Into. The. Fire.

Monty: take it back to where it came.

Flowerboi: hell.

Poland: I want one.

Bah: no!

Poland: 🥺

Bah: no?

Poland: please

Bah: fine

Poland: My God they do work

Pup: can I have an evil one?

Poni: absolutely not.

LiteralAngel: anything you want Gavroche

Pup: can Cosette be my big sister insead?

Jolllllly: oof.

Apollo: no words

Poni: I'm hurt. Oh so very hurt. All because I won't get you a demon advertised for children.

Pup: it's not that you won't GET me one. It's that you won't let me have one. I can get it myself.

Inspectdeez: no stealing.

Pup: can't prove nothing inspector

Monty: he has the text.

Pup: and you need to shut up.

Bah: You can say that again

LiteralAngel: I'm flattered Gavroche, but your sister loves you. And to be honest furbies are mid.

24601: mid what?

Inspectdeez: I think she hit 'send' to soon. She probably ment middle or something.

R: you two are so old.

Queen: Be nice R.

Flowerboi: mid means average.

24601: oh.

Inspectdeez: hmm.

Bald-uet: R you don't ever meet the requirements to be mid, you're just 'ugh'

R: this is drunk abuse.

Poni: you abuse drinking.

Bah: everything is better with alcoholism... that how my dad said I got here.

Jolllllly: self burns.... those are rare.

Disowned: sucks to be you.

Bah: Marius look at your name.

Disowned: ...

Bah: exactly

Pup: so no furby?

Poni: no.

Poland: if they are mid I don't want one either.

-

Poland: did anyone else see Bossuet walk face first into a wall and than fell over a chair.

Flowerboi: I did... he justed laid there.

Poni: mood.

Inspectdeez: same.

R: wish I was there to see.

Bald-uet: shut up Grantaire.

LiteralAngel: where are you r?

Grantaire: Narnia

Jolllllly: back in the closet already?

Grantaire: I'm going to slap the Mcshit out of you and your bald partner.

Bald-uet: oh God, I almost gave a fuck.

Apollo: R is at the library I checked his location.

Queen: you need to know how to read to be in a library.

Center: Musichetta!! Don't be like that.

Center: they have picture books.

R: I'm absolutely done with your guys' bullying.

Bah: oh no. Don't do something jurassic!

Disowned: how would we live with ourselves

Poni: Marius you're not good enough friends to pick on Grantaire like this. Stick to being nice.

R: everyone be ready tomorrow.

Flowerboi: *gasp* you're going to beat our ass?!

Monty: oh no!

R: no the trash is picked up tomorrow, you guys can't miss y'all's ride to the dump.

R: except you Cosette.

LiteralAngel: thanks r.

Ferre: lol you know we're just picking on you. We know you're super smart.

R: I know.

Jolllllly: he's just saying that so you don't hit him.

R: I think he really means it. We've really bonded since then.

Ferre: yep!

Inspectdeez: let's not do anything gay here.

Poland: than let me tell ya, you're in the wrong chat.

24601: definitely.

Inspectdeez: you're about as annoying as little kids asking to play games on people's phones.

Pup: hey!

24601: and you're blind as Dora. How many times did I get away.

Inspectdeez: leave it in the past Valjean.

24601: why do I get in trouble when I bring it up?!

Bald-uet: because you're an ex-con.

Bah: because Javert is a dick.

24601: I'm going with the latter statement.

LiteralAngel: I will take away both of your walks in the park if you don't get along.

Queen: once again Cosette serves.

Inspectdeez: sorry Cosette.

24601: sorry.

Pup: did anyone video Bossuet falling?

Flowerboi: no sorry, it happened so quickly.

Poland: we should really have our cameras on when he's around. We could make a montage

Bald-uet: wow. Just wow.

Monty: we could be famous

Bah: we could be rich

Jolllllly: leave him alone.

Jolllllly: it's not fault he was an accident who keeps doing things on accident

Apollo: pffffft

R: I'm agog.

Queen: he came in this world an accident, he'll go out on accident. It's his way of life.

Jolllllly: love you Lesgle <3

Queen: I love you more. <3.

Bald-uet: love you guys too. But it was on accident.

Center: AHHAAHHAH

Disowned: :o

Bah: SHOP WITH THE FACES

-

Flowerboi: were you dropped as a baby?

Ferre: who is he talking too?

Poland: No I was not! I just think that your garden isn't good as last year.

Disowned: TAKE COVER!

Center: CLEAR THE ROOM

Poni: it's a good day to die.

R: I'm always ready to die

Apollo: that checks out.

Flowerboi: my flowers are beautiful! The weather just got cold and they thought it was time to die. You're just mad because they look better than you on a good day.

Poland: please, I look better than you and your flowers! You human version of sparkling water

Jolllllly: should we stop this?

Centers: absolutely not.

Bah: fight fight fight.

LiteralAngel: don't fight. The flowers look great. You take good care of them, Jehan. And Feuilly you look amazing.

Poland: I know.

Flowerboi: thanks Cosette.

R: Cosette you can solve any problem but can you solve myself loathing?

LiteralAngel: you hate that you keep your feelings to yourself causeing what you want to slip away. You tell yourself that you would fail so you don't try and than drink to make yourself feel better. Grantaire you're capable of so much, and you have so much love. Just put it out there.

Queen: she hit the nail on the head.

R: damn... she's right

Monty: I come on the behalf of Bahorel.... will he ever get bitches.

Bah: listen here you crusty, stale, cold McDonald's fry. I got a lover, who is not a bitch.

Poland: :)

Bah: though he needs to stop making those weird faces in chat.

Poland: :(

Bald-uet: same.

24601: is it all drama with you kids.

Ferre: you're one to talk.

Inspectdeez: lol

Apollo: sometimes I wonder if any of you have a brain, it's nice to know you don't.

Apollo: except Cosette, and Musichetta and Gavroche

Jolllllly: no fair Musichetta also throws insults.

Apollo: but she does it with class.

Queen: mhm.

Center: pft, class is chocolate milk in a wine glass with a crazy straw.

Disowned: what tea party did you go too? Can I go.

R: sorry only people who don't like Napoleon can go.

Ferre: I'm not sorry.

24601: me either

Poni: lol

Disowned: thanks for the help Eponine.

Poni: no problem.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: Ml Season 4 episode 21: Dearest Family

(Spoilers and Live reaction below)

Gabriel figured out the Ladybug charms repel the akuma

-GASP! Nathalie figured out the same thing Alya did in episode 4! Considering she has nothing better to do

-Gabriel failed, and Nathalie is like “Try with your will”

-So Now he made akuma with purple electricity. So Super akuma!? Basically means the ladybug charms are USELESS. So the question is, what is the point of them now

-Gasp magic loaf

-They made the special bread! Congrats on fatherly bonding. Glad Tom and his Dad could be close again

-Gallete pie. Tikki wants the sweets. Marinette is like… “Let me sleep”

-Marinette just wanting a piece for the Kwami, But Grampa is like “WAIT B*** WE GOT TRADITION”

-Tikki is getting surprisingly impatient

-Marinette that is clever.

-Look at all the families, so sweet. And Gabriel is of course not with his son. WHAT A F***ING SURPISE. Not.

-Tikki pulled a Plagg. Oh DAMN! Im shooketh

-So the kwami saying Tikki got a hunger greater than any of them! Damn Sass is saying Marinette don’t know tikki that well.

-The Kwami are like “This is an emergency.” Sass is basically the pseudo leader of the group

-Roland beating the mayor with a baguette. HOW CAN PEOPLE NOT LOVE THIS MAN!

-Roland sees his wife. But seeing the interaction… I kind of see why they probably divorced

-ALSO GINA GOT HER A MOTORBIKE! BEST GRANDMA EVER!!

-Tikki was totally gonna scarf that whole thing down.

-Gina went the complete other direction after Befana. And it is hilarious

-Tikki has lost all control

-I agree with Tom about the bike. But if the spoilers for glaciator 2.0 are to be believed. She already drove a car.

-You know… Im surprised Tikki hasn’t gone nuts sooner. She is in a bakery. Like it would be like plagg being in a cheese cellar

-OOOO. So Marinette gets tikki’s hunger when she transforms. THAT IS NOT GOOD.

-Also Hawkmoth about to akumatize a whole family

-And Shadowmoth calls it a MEGA AKUMA. Of f***ing course

-So he just removed the two charms. Damn

-And our first time seeing Qillin since we didn’t see her episode yet. (she has the best design. Sabine killin it)

-The four akuma arguing made me laugh

-The mayor will never get his pies.

-Marinette eating was hilarious as Bakerix shows up

-Ladybug too busy eating, and Chat noir saves her.

-I don’t want to jynx it but today is going to be a good day for Chat noir

-Tikki being irresponsible. She is like a little Gremlin. I LOVE IT

-oh no befana is here

-Chat noir tricked weredad. Nice move kitty

-qillin has WIND POWERS! THAT’S AWESOME

-Chat noir made a boss getaway

-SHADOWMOTH GOT THE PIE TOO!? WTF. WHY IS THAT HILARIOUS?

-HE DROPPED THE PIE. (EVIL) “WAIT NO! THE MIRACULOUS”.

-Shadowmoth levels up but is still an idiot

-Tikki just went apesh*t

-“Sugarcube?” Adrien learns of Tikki’s power

-So the last time this happened, someone invented chocolate. Tikki… Mood

-Plagg being like. Don’t worry “That’s why I exist.”

-So did Chat noir push it out into space or was it already out into space? I am very confused

-Either way, good job Chat noir. Way to be a hero.

-Tikki and Marinette having a heart to heart.

-So they kind of just gloss over the fact he can destroy the charms now

-Nice to see the coordinated team work.

-And Lucky charm is… a Paper crown.

-She almost outed herself to chat noir lol. Now he has to play distraction.

-So she gave him the piece so she wouldn’t eat it. Glad to see that it wasn’t a complete fix

WHY DOES SHE KNOW IT’S A MEGA AKUMA?

-The Way Chat noir asks. Thats a proposal, and Ladybug was down for it. They are married now. I make the rules and I say so.

-That ladynoir scene with the paper crowns. F*** THAT IS ADORABLE. that FISTBUMP

-She made them all new charms

-Glad tikki calmed down. I liked seeing this though.

-So Marinette agrees no moterbike for a few years,

-Oh so THAT’S WHY HE WANTS THE WISH! HE IS GONNA CREATE A WHOLE NEW REALITY!?

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It’s a cute episode.

I will be honest, I REALLY wanted this episode to be more dramatic and I was expecting this to kind of build on the ladybug and Chat noir drama, but this episode helped me realized how much we are blowing up this idea of a fallout? I mean after Hack-san I started thinking that maybe it wont be as big as we think.

But getting back on track, I loved that we got to see a negative to Tikki. Tikki had been such a bore for most of the seasons. Seeing her as a hunger gremlin made me LOVE her. I can feel Tikki as a mood. It also shows that Plagg can be responsible when Tikki lets loose. Which I find hilarious.

Though I will say how F***ING REFRESHING it is to see Chat noir not get shafted. He gets cool moments, shown to be competent and they dont ruin it. This is such a nice sight to see for my boy actually being super useful. I think we are getting more of that now and I appreciate it.

Down sides of the episode tho. The Pacing was awful. The first part was fine but man the last few minutes went by ultra quick and it raised more questions.

I think mega akuma are REALLY STUPID.

Basically it destroys the charm just by being a stronger akuma. So it basically makes all of the charms useless. Because now all shadowmoth has to do is make a mega akuma every single time.

I say that what should happen is this.

The mega akuma are super draining and Shadowmoth cant maintain a transformation for too long after making it, OR it escalates the strain on his body when he makes it. Have it have a drawback. And then buff up the akuma abilities. Like how about the akuma made by it are completely feral and can only focus on their own desires once shadowmoth detransforms.

(This whole thing pushed this episode down for me. But I will say outside of it, I really enjoyed the episode

Overall 8/10

[wroteasongabouther]

can’t stand to see you lonely: part 4

a/n: i seriously cannot thank you guys enough, and i apologies for taking a lot longer to post. but the love and kind words and support that you’ve given me has been just incredible and i could cry happy tears honestly. now, i hope u enjoy part 4 and all that it includes and pls remember to reblog and leave feedback if u did like it and share it with ur followers/friends ❤️ love u all!

and of course, as always, thank you to @arrogantstyles​ for beta reading 😘

word count: 16k

warnings: mentions of masturbation (right off the bat too ur welcome lol), cursing, consumption of alcohol (i swear they’re not drunks, just ‘tis the season ya know), and minor sexual content (!!!!!!finally!!!!!) 

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Harry’s breathing is loud, echoing off the walls of his shower as he struggles to inhale and exhale slowly once more. He inhales deeply and lets his hand that was resting upon the wall in front of him drop back to his side. He huffs through his mouth, blowing away some drops of water that were dripping down his face, while the other hand releases the grasp he had on his cock. Harry didn’t intend to masturbate in the shower like some hormonal teenager; he didn’t plan to masturbate last night before he got under the covers, either. It’s all Y/N’s doing, he thinks, she was clouding his head more than usual. Harry couldn’t stop thinking about last night, the lingering stares, her small delicate hands lingering on his thigh or dancing over his rings.

“Jesus,” Harry’s voice is hoarse as he curses himself. He was this close to falling back into yet another spiral down the rabbit hole that was Y/N. Which would more than likely result in him playing with himself, again.

Bringing both his hands under the water, he gives them a quick rinse before turning to his shelf where his body wash is. He pumps a bit of the goat's milk and lavender infused soap into his hand and brings it to his chest, rubbing in circles till it begins to bubble on his skin. He works his way down to the mess between his thighs, gently cleaning himself up before rinsing off. Harry turns to face the wall again.Sighing, he cups his hands under the stream of warm water and splashes it onto the wall before he just brings his hand up to wipe away the remains of his little private solo session.

Once he’s all squeaky clean, Harry turns off the water and shakes his hair out a little before he’s opening the glass shower door and stepping out. He grabs his towel, drying himself off before wrapping it around his waist. A part of him will always want to grab a second towel to wrap up his hair, but it’s no longer the length that it’s needed. Sometimes he misses his long hair. Harry makes sure the fan is on before he leaves the bathroom and walks into his bedroom.

I wonder what Y/N is doing? He thinks as he reaches into his drawers for a pair of pants, some grey sweatpants, and then walks over to his closet to grab a dark blue crew neck jumper and a plain white shirt to wear underneath. Wonder what Y/N is wearing today, Harry daydreams as he lets his towel drop and steps into his pants, then into the sweatpants next. Suddenly Harry comes to realize what he’s doing, how utterly annoying he is by thinking about what Y/N is doing at any given moment. It’s something he’s caught himself doing before, actually. He inhales through his nose and shakes his head. Just relax, he thinks and then finishes getting dressed and pockets his cell phone that was sitting on his charger before he’s walking out to his living room.

As Harry’s preparing his coffee machine for his first cup of the day, his phone begins to vibrate. Fishing it out of his front pocket, he looks at the screen to see Mitch’s contact photo. Harry sets the baby blue mug he had grabbed into place for his coffee to brew and then swipes his finger across the screen to answer Mitch’s call.

“Hey,” Harry says, holding his phone between his ear and shoulder as he opens his bread box and grabs a loaf of twelve grain.

“Is she still in bed?” Mitch asks. Harry’s eyebrows crease at his friend's absurd question.

“What?” Harry questions. His focus is on unraveling the bag his bread was in, grabbing two slices, before twisting it back up and sticking it into the bread box. He shuts the bread box and walks the few steps to his left to his toaster, plopping the bread slices into it and pushing down the buttons to get his breakfast toasting.

“Is she still in bed?” Mitch repeats himself, this time taking a brief pause after each word to really get his words across. Harry just rolls his eyes at Mitch and takes his phone back into his hand. He catches sight of the digital clock on his oven and his face twists up in confusion suddenly.

“Have you gone to sleep yet?” Harry asks, puzzled by how it’s just past nine in the morning and Mitch is somehow awake enough to call him.

“No, but that’s besides the point here, H,” Mitch says, breezes over the fact he’s an absolute lunatic for not going to sleep yet. “You’re dodging my question, so therefore I’m going to assume she’s still in bed,” he resorts. Harry can tell by the sass in his voice that he’s still buzzing from whatever amount of alcohol he had after him and Y/N left the bar last night. Harry watches his coffee drip into the mug slowly and furrows his brows once again at his friends words.

“Who’s still in bed?” Harry asks. Mitch lets out a deep breath and Harry just knows he’s rolling his eyes too.

“Who do you think I mean, Harry? The queen of England? No, I mean Y/N. Obviously,” he grumbles into the phone. Harry grabs the handle of his mug now full of coffee and rolls his eyes again.

“Y/N and I didn’t sleep together last night, sorry to disappoint,” he chirps back at Mitch.

“Bullshit, you two were basically eye fucking last night, the sexual tension was insane,” Mitch states. While Mitch is talking, Harry blows on his coffee before taking a small sip. The black coffee is still hot on his tongue, but doesn’t burn it thankfully. Suddenly his two slices of toast pop up, he sets down his mug and opens his fridge to find his small container of margarine. As he’s opening a drawer to find a butter knife, he lets out a tiny sigh.

“Like I said last night,” Harry pauses to make sure Mitch is listening, “I’m letting things settle down for her and see how it plays out,” Harry explains, resting his phone between his ear and shoulder again in order to take out the toast and spread butter on both slices.

“And what you’re saying is it didn’t play out with her ending up in your bed last night? I’m shocked, really,” Mitch says, his voice sounding genuinely surprised to hear that Harry’s night didn’t end how he imagined it would.

Honestly, Harry imagined it the same way at some points last night too. Thinking about how Y/N was a bit of a touchy drunk, therefore did that mean that she would be looking for her rebound hookup? Harry didn’t want to be that though. There was too much potential between them and this connection they’ve made so quickly, that he didn’t want to ruin it with some drunk hookup. But, yes, he imagined it, cause he’d be an idiot not to - a hot girl smiling all night at him, how she would jut out her chest just slightly cause he figured she loved how his eyes wandered over her body at times; so of course he thought of how their night could have ended differently together. Hell, he masturbated while thinking about it, twice within the past twelve hours to be exact.

Plus, their time last night was more than the sexual tension that may or may not have happened. Harry’s stomach is fluttering around just thinking about the gitty smiles and sweet words from Y/N, and how well she clicked with his best mates too. And truthfully, he was happy with how the night ended - with them in their own beds. Because their time would come eventually, Harry would let things play out however Y/N needed it to and he would wait for the right moment to swoop in and give her what he hoped was the best kiss of her life. Big dreams, Styles, he thinks to himself.

“She didn’t even think you liked her,” Harry tells Mitch, causing him to let out a snort.

“You know how I am,” he dismisses Harry's comment, “but I don’t know man, she’s good for you,” Mitch adds in a soft voice. His words make another storm of butterflies to erupt in Harry’s stomach as he smiles. “I didn’t not like her, I just sat back and let the two of you laugh all night and eye fuck each other on occasion too,” Mitch explains a little too casually. Harry shakes his head and takes a bit of his toast.

“Go to sleep, Mitch,” Harry says after he chews some of his toast.

“Good idea,” he yawns. “Talk soon,” he says.

“Bye,” Harry responds, taking his phone away from his ear and hanging up the call.

Harry grabs his plate with his half eaten toast in one hand and his coffee in the other, bringing it to his small dining table that sat against the far wall of his kitchen. Sipping his coffee now, it’s not too hot and he can actually enjoy it between bites of his toast. During him eating he finds his thoughts drifting to their typical place these days - Y/N.

Long story short, he found himself only liking her more than before after how things were between them last night. He can’t even imagine how far gone he’ll be for her if things actually went further than this blossoming friendship - with a dash of sexual tension - that they’ve established.

“This hangover is truly going to kill me,” Y/N groans out.

She’s finally standing on her two feet in the bathroom after having been sitting by the toilet for the past twenty minutes. Both her palms are face down on the counter, her arms straight as she leans forward slightly and lets her head hang heavy between her shoulders. Looking up at her reflection she sees just how dirty the tequila has done her by the bags under her eyes and the queasy feeling in her stomach as she just thinks about how much tequila she had last night.

“It’s karma for not sleeping with Harry,” Sammy taunts her, his voice coming through the speaker of her cell phone that rests on the counter beside her.

He called earlier while Y/N was still asleep, the first time in forever that she slept past ten in the morning. She had seen the call, but was too busy rushing to the bathroom to empty her stomach to return it. Then she showered away the gross hungover feeling, it only helped a little, before she got dressed into a pair of leggings and an old college hoodie and ended up in front of the toilet again as the tequila teased her making her think she was going to throw up but she didn’t - thankfully.

“I thought about it, Sammy, I swear,” she shares, letting out a sigh as she looks up at the ceiling and relaxes her body again - the threat of vomiting again seeming to fade away.

“So why didn’t you?” Sammy asks.

“Cause I just didn’t want it to be like some pointless quick fuck with him,” Y/N tells him truthfully. “Sure, I loved how as we both got buzzed things got a little more careless and touchy and flirty. But it was just fun and it made my head spin and my heart pretty much leaped out of my chest. It wasn’t just stupid pointless flirting to get laid, it was deeper than that,” she explains to her best friend. As her words spill out she realizes she doesn’t quite make sense, and yet it made perfect sense in her head how she felt about Harry.

“And you feel this way and managed to somehow not tackle this man down and fuck his brains?” Sammy questions, his voice in a joking tone but Y/N knows he’s genuinely confused.

“Obviously I imagined it,” she admits, “I fucking brought out my vibrator last night, Sammy, I was that turned on by the damn guy. But I really don’t want to mess this up with Harry. I don’t want to jump right into it after the break up with Mark, and then ruin what is hands down the best connection I’ve ever felt with someone before. I just want to see how things play out, don’t force anything, you know?” she spills out, letting out a deep breath afterwards.

Those words have been heavy on her chest since she woke up this morning and replayed everything that happened between her and Harry. The smiles, the longing looks, the drinks, the touching, the smirking, and the goddamn sexual tension. Yes, she wanted to kiss him, many, many, times; all over his body, anywhere that she could. She imagined how their night could’ve ended if she wanted just a simply messy hot drunk hookup. But she wanted more than that with Harry - so much more. It was the honest truth, regardless of how soon she’s broken up with Mark, she can’t ignore how her feelings have grown towards Harry. So, she was just going to let it go on and whatever happens, happens.

“So, what are you doing tonight?” Sammy asks, bringing the topic away from Harry - only for Y/N to bring it right back. Which was exactly how her thoughts have been doing lately too; drifting away from Harry for only a moment before flying right back to him.

“Um, I sort of drunkenly made plans to watch a movie with Harry tonight,” she says, “I don’t even know if he remembers, I’m just going to wing it and knock on his door later.”

“You know what you should do? You should invite him to the work holiday party,” Sammy suggests, “I’m getting tired of talking about him so much and yet I don’t even know what he really looks like cause you suck at taking discreet sneaky pictures,” he explains with a dramatic sigh. Y/N rolls her eyes and finally decides now is a good time to leave the bathroom, no longer feeling too sick from her hangover. But she still heads back to her bedroom, flopping down onto her bed.

“I don’t know, I don’t want to make it weird and invite him to something less casual,” Y/N says.

“Well, see how things play out these next few days and if it’s good then invite him, seriously I’m dying to see some eye candy, Y/N,” Sammy groans.

“Okay, Sammy, we’ll see,” Y/N says, matching his melodramatic tone. She lets out another sigh, which is then taken over by a yawn. “I’m going to go, my head is pounding and I think I should try and nap before dealing with some work emails and then going to Harry’s,” Y/N explains.

“Fine,” Sammy sighs, “it’s weird that you’re the hungover one and I’m not,” he mentions. Y/N lets out a laugh through her nose and shuts her eyes.

“Honestly, it is,” she agrees, “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Ok, bye, feel better,” Sammy says, Y/N hears the smile in his voice.

“Thanks, bye,” she says and then hangs up the phone. She puts it down beside her and keeps her eyes shut. Taking a few deep breaths, Y/N tries to fall back asleep again. And she’s just about to when she hears that familiar heart warming guitar from Harry’s apartment. She wonders how long he’s been up? If he’s hungover at all too? She could text him and ask, but instead she just lays there and smiles as she listens to the muffled sweet melody he’s playing - then falls back into a deep slumber that her hungover body so desperately needed.

Y/N had texted Harry earlier, after he had written an entire song, surprisingly not about her this time. Well there was one line he wrote down that had to do with Y/N - played with myself where were you. It was cheeky, and didn’t really go with anything else he had so he just flipped through his journal and let himself get immersed into his songwriting during the hours of the day. Only ever stopping to make himself food or to use the washroom - otherwise, he was working hard without even meaning to.

Her first text read, So what time should I come over to watch the Polar Express? And then her second one made Harry chuckle, Also that guitar playing sounds pretty heavenly today, can’t wait to hear it in person later. With a winking face emoji at the end and everything. Cheeky girl, and anytime after seven should be fine to come over. Harry texted her back, also adding a winking emoji and then he went back into his work, ordered dinner, and now here they were.

There’s a rather soft knock on Harry’s door, causing him to stop writing in his journal and gets up to answer it. After unlocking the door, he swings it open and is surprised to see Y/N’s arms full, nearly dropping a can of whipped cream as she smiles at him.

“I brought everything for hot chocolate,” she states, beaming up at Harry over the container that holds her hot chocolate mix.

“I can see that,” Harry chuckles and reaches out to take everything from her. “You know I could’ve helped you carry a few things over, and I also have plenty of mugs here,” he says, lifting a finger that held the Grinch mug he had used at her apartment about a week ago now.

“I know, but mine are Christmas themed and it’s literally twelve days till Christmas and I need to use them as much as possible,” Y/N explains as she steps into Harry’s home and closes the door behind them. Harry takes in her appearance. Black leggings and a FIT jumper, and a pair of pink fuzzy socks on her feet. Harry’s brows pinch together as he holds back a laugh. “It’s only a few feet between our apartments, as you know, shoes are kind of pointless going back and forth,” she states with a nod.

Harry chuckles, lifting a brow and turning the corners of his lips up into a smile before saying, “yes, been there,” he says recalling the last time they had a movie night.

And just like that time, they moved together to the kitchen - after Harry locks the door behind Y/N - and they begin to make their hot chocolate in the two Christmas mugs Y/N brought along with her. Harry finds it endearing that she felt she needed to not only bring the supplies for hot chocolate, but also brought along her Christmas themed mugs. She truly does love the holidays, Harry thinks as he pours the boiling water into the mugs that Y/N had put the mix into. As they’re in the kitchen they’re talking about how their days were.

“So hungover,” Y/N groans, confirming how she had felt today after Harry had asked.

“You did drink that tequila like it was water though,” Harry states, chuckling as he watches Y/N stir the spoon in the mugs to mix up the hot chocolate. Y/N lets out a playful hiss as if the thought of all that tequila hurt her to think about now.

“I probably looked like a drunk in front of all your friends,” she thinks aloud. She frowns as she wraps her hand around the can of whipped cream, shaking it a few times before tipping it upside down and pushing the tip of it to fill up the top of the mug. She grabs the Grinch mug with one hand and holds it to Harry, making it smile as he realizes she remembered how he used that mug last time.

“They were just as drunk, maybe even more,” Harry tells her, “in fact, Mitch pulled an all nighter.”

“Well, good,” Y/N sighs, following him into the living room with both her hands wrapped around the Santa mug. “I really did have fun though,” she adds as they take a seat on the couch.

Harry meets her gaze after she takes a sip of her hot chocolate. A bit of whipped cream gets on her upper lip as she pulls the mug away. Y/N realizes and sticks her tongue out to swipe it over her lip, licking it away. Harry’s gaze is glued to her movements, his mouth suddenly feeling dry as he inhales slowly through his nose. And those certain thoughts of Y/N didn’t hide away for very long, Harry thinks before he clears his throat quietly and lifts his mug to his lips.

“I did too,” he says, “all of us did, they said you were cool like five times in our groupchat,” he adds before taking a sip of his warm drink. Y/N stomach lunges knowing that him and his friends talked about her in their groupchat. Has she been a topic of discussion before?

“Me? Cool?” Y/N questions, confusion thick in her voice. “No way, they’re the cool ones, not me. I mean you are all clearly very musically gifted and get to just hangout and make music and I find it all just very… Cool,” Y/N explains as she ends with a small sigh and smiles at Harry.

“It can be pretty cool, yeah,” Harry nods, mirroring her smile.

“Speaking of being musically gifted,” Y/N hums, smirking over her mug before taking another sip.

Harry knows where she’s going with this already. He gets that familiar nervous feeling in his stomach, nothing like the butterflies he was feeling just before knowing that she finds his line or work ‘cool’ - in fact he feels his smile slip immediately but tries to cover it with a cough. He sets down his mug and brings his hands to his lap, leaning back into the couch while he looks at the blank TV screen on the wall.

“Will you play something for me?” Y/N asks in that intoxicating softly spoken voice of hers.

“I want to play for you, I do,” Harry assures her after a few beats of silence, as he tried to figure out how to get her to drop this idea of him playing for her.  

“But?” Y/N inquiries, tilting her head slightly to try and look at his face better. He looks uncomfortable, Y/N thinks and tries her hardest to not frown. She guesses that he’s just got a bit of stage fright of some sorts. But he plays for a living, there must be a few people he plays in front of at the studio.

“But, I want to have the perfect song to show you,” Harry tells her as he turns to meet her eyes. It’s not a lie, he truly does want to play the most perfect song for her. But that nervous feeling in his stomach doesn’t go away.

“I’m sure all your songs are perfect,” Y/N assures him. Her voice is still as gentle as before.

“And also it’s my wrist,” Harry says suddenly, lifting his right wrist up, “I got surgery on it earlier this year, it’s just been acting up.” Quick thinking, Styles, he thinks and gives her a smile.

Y/N remembers how she had heard him playing earlier today. But by the way that Harry’s avoiding Y/N’s eyes again while this stretch of silence falls between them, and the fact he’s rubbing at his wrist for good measure too, Y/N knows that he’s not ready yet to play in front of her. So, she gives him a sweet smile and stands up from the couch suddenly.

“I have this heating pad, I use it on my ankle that I broke a few years back, it helps sometimes,” Y/N explains, “I’ll go get it,” she says.

Truthfully she just needed a moment to not have to hide how it hurt her feelings just a tad that Harry didn’t feel comfortable enough around her to play. It wasn’t the biggest deal ever, because she sure that one day he will. But it still makes her a bit sad that today’s not that day.

“Y/N, it’s fine, really,” Harry brushes off her suggestion.

“H, I live next door, I’ll be back in two seconds,” she insists, giving him a smile and walking from her seat on the couch, setting down her mug on the coffee table before she’s making her way around Harry as he sits there watching her.

“Okay,” Harry says softly and nods before Y/N is walking out of his apartment. The second the door closes behind her Harry’s deep in his thoughts.

Harry has a pretty high case of stage fright, the feeling of nerves bundling up inside of him at the thought of performing in front of people even made him feel a bit sick sometimes. It was something he’s been working on for years now, through schooling and with his career as a songwriter starting up afterwards too. He would eventually talk himself out of the fear of failing during any uni exams he had, and would ace it naturally, but that ball of nerves sat heavy in his stomach the entire time. When it came to his job, he simply warmed up to his colleagues. At first he didn’t speak up much, would stumble on some notes, but things worked out in the end. It helped a lot after he found his current group as they became his closest mates too, so he became much more comfortable with playing for them over some time.

He realizes that he considers Y/N a close friend now too, and that should mean that he would feel more than confident walking over to the acoustic guitar sitting at it’s stand in the corner by the chair in the living room - but he didn’t quite yet. And one of the main reasons was because he felt something much deeper than friendship. He really freaking liked her. And if he played something, mucking it up like an idiot because of his nerves, he would beat himself up over it for days if not weeks.

Harry imagines the first time he plays a song for her that will be perfect. The song would be about her, he’s got a few of those now, and as he plucked along slowly he’d peer up at her to find her smiling back at him. Then he would really surprise her and sing. Harry knows he can sing well, but again his stage fright that relates to a fear of failing causes him to not sing all that often. He’ll sing for demos for work, or when he’s by himself, but that’s about it. Mitch actually had asked Harry if he wanted to be a part of the band before he found their lead singer, but Harry politely declined and has more than enjoyed just sitting back and watching his friends play instead. Although there’s a small pit of jealousy and envy that’s been growing in size every time he watches them.

Suddenly the door opens back up and Harry’s snapping out of his thoughts to look over his shoulder at Y/N walking in with some brown fabric in her hands. She turns to lock Harry’s door, then turns around and holds up the heating pad in her hands with a smile. It’s a sloth, a simple stitching on it to show it’s hugging wherever it’s placed on someone’s body and a smile on its face.

“I got it not too long ago, while shopping for other people's gifts, actually,” Y/N admits and starts making her way into the kitchen. “Do you do that thing where you are supposed to just be buying presents for other people but you end up buying yourself something too?” She asks Harry, raising her voice slightly as she’s put some distance between them.

“Yes, it’s hard not to,” Harry says as watches her open his microwave and place the sloth inside. She pushes some buttons and it starts up. As the sloth spins inside, Y/N turns around and leans her back against the counter and looks through the open concept space at where Harry sat on the couch.

“Have you bought any presents this year?” She asks, knowing that he’s not going home for Christmas so therefore he wouldn’t have to buy much.

“Just some for Mitch, Adam and his wife and then Tom and Jenny,” Harry states, “what about you? Do you have lots of family to buy gifts for?”

“Not really,” Y/N lifts one shoulder in a shrug, “I’m an only child, but my aunt has a couple kids so I kind of go crazy for them,” she explains with a smile. The microwave beeps, signalling that the heating pad was all warmed up, and Y/N turns back around to open the door and grabs it. It’s not too warm, so she closes the microwave door and makes her way back over to Harry.

She hands the heating pad to Harry and he gives her a smile. He says a quiet ‘thank you’ and places it over his wrist that’s resting on his thigh. It does feel rather nice, actually, he thinks as he adjusts his hand under the warm sloth. He feels a bit bad for making up the little white lie, although his wrist does ache from time to time, it wasn’t in any sort of pain right now. But he’s just being a stupid little coward and deflecting her attention on him playing her something on his guitar. Harry does notice how Y/N’s eyes linger on the acoustic guitar across the room as she leans over to grab her hot chocolate again and takes her seat on the couch once more. You’re such an ass, Styles, Harry thinks to himself but clears his throat and looks at Y/N.

“Did you enjoy growing up as an only child?” He asks. Harry personally couldn’t imagine growing up on his own. His sister, Gemma, was one of his best friends and he was also rather close with cousins while growing up too so they felt a bit like siblings too.

“Not really, no,” Y/N answers truthfully. She clears her throat and looks down at the Santa mug in her hands. “My parents were always busy with working or socializing, sometimes I was invited to come along, other times I was kept away with a nanny or my Aunt would visit sometimes and keep me company.” She tells Harry, feeling herself slowly open up to the idea of sharing everything with him. She hardly told Mark a thing about her childhood or her parents - mostly because he already knew, since he grew up in the same sort of crowd.

“Are you close with your Aunt then?” Harry asks, keeping his voice in that low tone that still brought goosebumps to Y/N’s skin from time to time.

Y/N’s lips tug slightly up into a smile, looking up from her mug and meeting Harry’s gaze. “Yes, she’s probably the one family member that I am close with. I love my parents, don’t get me wrong,” she pauses and ponders how to explain it to him, looking up at the ceiling for only a moment before looking back at Harry. “They just value life a bit differently than me. My Aunt, Vivian, she’s just the most chill and most like me I guess,” Y/N settles with keeping it easy, not digging too deep into her family drama.

Her Aunt Viv, who was her mothers younger sister, was truly the only person in her family that she felt she connected with. Y/N did love her mom and dad, they gave her a life better than she could ever ask for, but they were much more into the lifestyle and gaining wealth and social status over being a true loving family. Hence the many after school programs they stuck her in, and also having a live-in nanny till she was fourteen. But when Viv was around things felt a bit normal in her ridiculously abnormal life.

Viv didn’t have the same big dreams of being a gold digger like Y/N’s mom did, so she went to university, fell in love with a nice young man who worked a normal blue collar type of job and they bought a house just outside of New Jersey. They never ask for any help from Y/N’s parents, and they worked very hard for the life they’re provided for their two young kids. She just found Viv to be much more inspiring than her own mother who’s days included online shopping and luncheons with fellow wives who lived off their wealthy husbands' money. As Y/N grew up, Viv would take her away from her nanny some nights and would just bring her to her home and watch movies, have painting nights, and would even sit down with Y/N for hours watching red carpet events too - knowing her love for fashion even at a young age. She became Y/N’s friend more than another snobby family member.

Harry had respectfully stayed quiet as he saw Y/N fall into deep thought. He didn’t want to ask anymore questions that would cross any lines because from what little he has heard, Y/N’s family life is a bit more complicated than he could imagine. Y/N smiles suddenly, as she’s thinking of a memory.

“Viv was actually the one who really got me into the love for the holidays,” she states, “like, yeah, my parents would go all out with the decorations and the gifts and the parties. But Viv introduced me to the better part of the holidays in my opinion, like she’d take me to the rinks around the city to skate, and she’d show me the city’s festive sights. We’d even have days dedicated to going to the Christmas market. And during all that she’d always have a Starbucks holiday drink in her hand. I guess you could say I sort of modelled my young adult self to be like her during the holidays,” Y/N explains with a smile on her lips.

Those times slowly sadly faded out after Y/N got into high school, and Viv finished uni and met her husband. They wouldn’t go to the rink as much, or go for pointless walks to see the city’s many lights and Christmas Trees. Before Y/N knew it, all those childhood memories that she cherished just slid away, but she understood - they both grew up and she would hold onto those memories that her Aunt Vivian gave her to her heart closely forever.

“But as we both got older, life got busy and now she gets to do all those things over again with her own kids and not her sisters neglected one,” Y/N tries to make it sound like a joke, but it wasn’t.

She hides her frown behind her Santa mug and takes a generous sip, the drink having grown colder as time has passed. Harry’s about to make a comment, about how he’s grateful that Y/N did at least have her Aunt, but Y/N speaks up before he can.

“What about you? What were the holidays like growing up?” She asks, a smile returning to her lips.

“Great, honestly,” Harry nods, letting a short chuckle pass his lips, “my family can be a bit nuts, they love family time and being overbearing with playing silly games or family photos. But, I love it,” Harry explains, smiling.

He thinks about last year, how competitive him and his family got during a game they had played, or how big his mum and gran smiled as they popped Christmas crackers and everyone wore those paper crowns for one of the many photos his mum insisted on taking.

Y/N is mirroring his smile, tucking her mug to her chest as she listens to him. Sounds like a much better time than the memories she has with her parents around the holidays, Y/N thinks feeling a bit jealous - as she did whenever anyone told her of their holiday traditions and such.  She can’t help but notice the distant look in his eyes as he grabs his mug.

“It’s actually the first Christmas I won’t be spending with my family, as I mentioned before,” he states, clearing his throat afterward as the emotions threaten to come in quick. He takes a sip of his hot chocolate and points to the TV then. “Should I pull up the movie before we’re sitting here drinking cold chocolate?” Harry asks. Because, truthfully, he could sit here all night and talk about life with Y/N but they had planned to watch a movie.

“Sure,” Y/N smiles, although feeling a bit sad being reminded that Harry wasn’t going home for the holidays. She takes another sip of her drink again, before she’s turning her body to watch the TV screen on the wall as Harry grabs for the remote and finds the Polar Express on demand.

As the movie begins to play, they both get comfortable and sip their hot chocolates till their Christmas mugs are empty. Harry offers to take Y/N’s mug, so she doesn’t have to sit up from the slouched position she’s slipped into in her corner of the couch, placing it beside his on the coffee table before he relaxes back into his spot. It’s about half way through the movie, after they had jokingly sung along with the hot chocolate song of course, when Y/N is nearly laying out on her end of the couch. Harry feels selfish for not offering the side he’s on, as he has his legs stretched out on the chaise of the couch. Y/N slowly lets her legs slip out across the cushion between them till they’re just slightly bent and the fuzzy pink socks on her feet just barely brush Harry’s thigh.

Her toes wiggle a little, tapping against the side of Harry’s thigh ever so gently, but it causes a much less gentle reaction in his body. His stomach fluttering and his heart pounding as he glances at Y/N in the corner of his eye. A feeling of undesirable desire filters through him as she wiggles her toes again before settling her feet hardly even touching him. But it’s more the act of being comfortable around Harry that has him feeling like his heart might explode.

He’s tempted to grab onto her ankles and stretch out her legs completely so her feet would rest in his lap. Maybe he’d rub her calves, hoping the feeling made her stomach flutter as much as his. But he didn’t want to cross any sort of line. So he was content with the tiny bit of contact between them from her feet resting on the side of his thigh as the movie kept playing.

It wasn’t till near the very end that Harry heard a soft snore come from Y/N. He turns his head completely and looks over at her. Her eyes shut, her lips parted slightly, as she laid on her arms folded under her head. Harry isn’t sure how to react here, should he wake her? Or let her slumber because it’s obvious she needs it since she fell asleep during what she claims to be her favourite holiday movie. Harry ponders for a moment before he decides to finish watching the movie. Once it’s finished is when he’d make his decision.

“Y/N,” Harry says as the credits are rolling. She doesn’t move a muscle. “Y/N, darling,” Harry tries again in a gentle voice, placing a hand on her leg and giving her one good nudge. To which Y/N doesn’t respond at all.

That hangover must be hitting her body hard, begging for the sleep she needed to fully recover. So, Harry reaches for the knitted blanket that’s resting over the back of his couch and paces it over Y/N’s body. As he gets up from the couch, he turns back around and looks at Y/N for a moment - taking in her effortless beauty even while she’s sleeping.

With a nearly inaudible sigh, Harry gathers up their mugs, bringing them to his kitchen and quietly rinsing them out before he double checks that the heat is at a reasonable temperature. It was supposed to get rather cold tonight and he didn’t want Y/N to wake up freezing in his home. Once he’s turned off the TV and the only lights left on are from his tree, he turns back to Y/N. The soft glow from the Christmas lights casting over her breathtaking features causes yet another stir of feelings inside his stomach.

He wishes he could bend down, place a soft kiss to her forehead - maybe one day soon he could. Maybe even get to fall asleep next to her, staring at her beauty till he drifted into a slumber as well. But for now, he just quietly walks down the hall to his bedroom and leaves his door open a few inches just in case Y/N woke up in a panic or anything. He’d be a lighter sleeper than usual tonight, thinking about how close Y/N was.

At one point in the middle of the night Y/N woke up. Her eyelids were still heavy as she tried to focus on the space around her. She had fallen asleep during the movie, in Harry’s apartment, on his couch - oh god. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as her eyes flicker from the blank TV screen, to the now empty other side of the couch, before settling on the warm lights of the Christmas tree.

She should get up and head home to her own apartment and not be an idiot who falls asleep on her friend's couch uninvited. Y/N’s fingers curl around the top of the warm blanket that Harry must’ve draped over her before heading to bed himself. The pads of her fingers brush over the soft fabric while her heart beats like crazy in her chest. Harry’s sweetness and well mannered actions shouldn’t surprise Y/N anymore - but they do. She smiles and brings the blanket to her chin, snuggling into the couch once more and tries to not think about how sore her neck and back will be in the morning from sleeping on the couch. Instead she looks at the Christmas tree as her eyelids grow heavy again and she slips back into her dreamstate once more.

The next time she wakes it’s due to the sun peering through the curtains in Harry’s living room. She blinks a few times and brings a hand up to rub the sleep from her eyes. Suddenly she hears a noise coming from a few feet away from her. Y/N’s heart all but leaps out of her chest as she sits up on the couch and looks to where the noise came from. Her wide eyes meet Harry’s equally widened eyes, him pausing mid-movement as he must’ve been grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, bearing his clenched teeth to her in a joking but nervous way. His dimple deepens at the facial expression, Y/N notices it right away even from a room away from him.

“It’s okay,” she replies. Her voice sounds a little scratchy as it’s the first time using it since waking. How utterly adorable, Harry thinks as he smiles at her and sets his mug down at his coffee maker before hitting start. “And I should be the one apologizing, I kinda ended up crashing on your couch uninvited,” Y/N says, running a hand through her hair to try and tame it.

“It wasn’t a problem, Y/N, nothing to be sorry about,” Harry tells her, walking towards her till he got to the large threshold between his open concept kitchen and living room. He crosses his arms at his chest and Y/N notices how the muscles in his arms flex immediately. “Must have been a hangover side effect, hm?” Harry questions.

Y/N clears her throat as she tries to not take in Harry’s appearance in the morning but she can’t help herself. He’s wearing a pair of black sweatpants with a simple grey t-shirt, white socks covering his feet, and while him dressed down did look hot - it was how his hair looked that really took her breath away. The way it looks much more fluffy than usual, most likely from rolling around in his bed, made her stomach flutter and she ended up biting her bottom lip as he brought a hand up to push back the bit of hair that had fallen over his forehead. Y/N blinks a few times before meeting his gaze again.

“You’d think the nap I took before coming over would help with my hangover but I guess not,” Y/N states, she exhales through her nose and shakes her head before folding her arms over the back of the couch and rests her chin on them. “But again, I’m sorry,” she adds.

“And again, it’s okay,” Harry ensures her, dropping his arms to his sides as he smiles. “Now, would you like a cup of hot chocolate or coffee?” He asks.

“Coffee,” Y/N answers, her voice back to that soft and gentle tone that made Harry’s head spin. He recalls when they first met, and how he wished he could hear her voice each night and morning. His wish is slowly coming true, although he imagines it involving her in bed more often than not. But for now, he’ll take her waking up on his couch any day if it means he gets to hear her voice.

Harry nods and walks back over to where the mug filled of freshly brewed coffee now sat. Y/N tilts her head to the left, still resting her chin on her arms, as she watches Harry move around his kitchen. He calls over his shoulder to ask what she’d like in her coffee, with which she replies ‘two teaspoons of sugar please’ - that earns her a half smile as he glances her way again and mutters ‘why am i not surprised’, causing Y/N to mock a hurt look on her face and gasps.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She questions, watching him stir up the sugar in her coffee. Harry turns and brings the mug over to her, causing her to sit up straight again and grab it from him with both hands.

“It means you love sugar as much as any toddler would, I swear,” Harry teases.

“Something wrong with liking the taste of something sweet?” She questions, raising a brow as she looks up at him from where he stood on the other side of the back of the couch.

Harry’s breath hitches in his throat at her choice of words. He immediately wants to answer back with ‘well I want to taste you, all of you, so no’ but instead he holds back his filthy thoughts and gulps. Y/N notices Harry’s Adam's apple bob up and down as she stares up at him through her lashes, slowly bringing the mug he had just given her to her lips to give it a taste. Harry watches her the entire time as she sips the coffee and licks it off her lips. Everything inside of him is begging to touch her. To bring the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, catching the last few drops of her drink off her lip, and bringing it to his mouth to get a taste. Or to just take the mug right back, place it on the closest surface and take her face into his hands to kiss her fiercely.

Harry struggles but pushes away his thoughts once again, for what felt like the millionth time this morning, and raises an eyebrow, “sweet enough for you?” He asks, his voice teasing.

Y/N smiles sweetly and nods once, “it’s perfect, thank you,” she replies.

Harry mirrors her smile before he walks back to his kitchen, only then looking down at his sweatpants to ensure there wasn’t any noticeable bulge. It had taken a few disturbing images in his head to calm himself down and not be sporting a hard on in front of Y/N. But he manages, grabs his own mug - since Y/N now held his typical mug he uses for his morning coffee - and sets it into place.

“Any plans today?” Y/N asks, taking another sip of her coffee and feeling the warmth flood inside of her body. Or maybe that feeling was from how Harry had looked at her just now, she thinks.

“Nope,” Harry shakes his head and grabs for his own mug of black coffee. “What about you? No work today?” He asks, bringing the mug to his lips and blowing to cool it down before taking a sip.

Y/N shakes her head and leans back into the side of the couch, “my boss was nice enough to let us have today off, then back in for a few days but Friday, the eighteenth, isn’t really a big work day. We’re having our annual holiday party that night, so we mostly spend the day finalizing any party planning,” she explains to Harry as he leans back against the counter and sips his coffee again.

“Well that’s nice of her to give you the day off, then after the eighteenth are you off work for holidays?” Harry asks.

“Yup,” she nods, “I get two weeks off, back into the swing of things on the fourth of January,” she states.

“Sounds nice,” Harry says with a smile. “I’m jealous you guys have an office Christmas party, my label only really does something for a select group of people. Whoever made them the most money, honestly,” Harry exclaims. What he doesn’t mention is that he had been invited, and has been for the past three years due to his songs hitting it big on radio or on the charts and causing some big ripples for the artists career that had bought them.

“Sounds like the party wouldn’t be all that fun then,” Y/N notes, tilting her head to the side as she watches Harry make his way into the living room and takes a seat on the couch. She tucks her feet up just under her bottom, resting her mug on her knees but still keeping both hands on it of course.

“I’m sure yours is a lot more fun,” Harry nods in agreement.

She should ask him to be her plus one then. But she hesitates, unsure of how he would see her invite. Would he think she’s trying to make it a date? So soon after her break up? Would he think he was being played as her rebound? She would then have to try and cover up that it wasn’t a date, that they could just go as friends, but then she’d sound like she was friend-zoning him and she really didn’t want that. So, while she’s all in her head about what to do, Harry decides to take a chance.

“Did you want to go for a walk around Central Park?” He asks, looking hopefully into Y/N’s eyes. “We can skate there, I’m sure you’ve been but their rink looks like it would be nice too,” Harry suggests.

Her lips tug up into a smile, “yeah, I would love that,” she pauses as her heart pitter patters in her chest at the sight of Harry smiling back at her. “After breakfast though, I’m starving,” she says, being a bit dramatic. But it makes Harry chuckle, which is exactly what she hoped for.

“How do you feel about some chocolate chip pancakes then?” Harry asks, raising a brow as he sits up straight again and mentally goes through the recipe in his head. It typically doesn’t have pancakes, let alone chocolate chip pancakes, but he has a feeling Y/N would like them. Her love for sugar being obvious by now.

“Love them,” Y/N says with a smile still on her lips.

Where did this perfect man come from? Y/N finds herself thinking as she watches Harry get up from the couch and walk back into the kitchen. He sips his coffee as he walks before setting it on the counter.

“I can help if you’d like,” she offers, raising her voice slightly so she knew Harry could hear her.

But Harry dismisses the idea quickly and tells her to just sit back and relax. Any bets on how much longer it took for her to fall for Harry? Y/N thinks, biting her bottom lip as she watches him bend over, peering deep into his fridge as he moves things out of the way in search for whatever he needs. His bum looks rather nice from this angle, she finds herself shamelessly checking him out. Her guess was that it wouldn’t be much longer at all till she fell for him.

“Did you invite him yet?” Sammy asks, biting on his pen as he leans back in his chair. They were waiting in the conference room, along with everyone else that held a higher position at her work, for Amanda to join them and start their final meeting of the year.

“No,” Y/N replies. She shrugs her shoulders and picks at the corner of her notebook.

“And why the hell not?”

“I don’t want to make it weird, bringing him to a work thing and have to explain to everyone how he’s just a friend even though I wish he was more,” she tells Sammy, eyes still on the torn up paper on the table in front of her.

“Well if you don’t invite him then you’re missing the perfect opportunity to make it more than a friendship,” Sammy states, giving her a side eye before he just rolls them and leans forward in his seat again. He leans towards Y/N and looks into her eyes, letting her know he means business. “Talk to him tonight, invite the poor man, and get out of your own head. You don’t have to keep yourself waiting because of what Mark did when you have what you truly deserve right in front of you. Harry makes you happy, I can just tell by the way you smile at your phone or when I see you ditched hanging with me to hang with him and his friends instead,” he says the last bit with sarcastic bitterness.

Y/N lets out a deep breath through her nose and licks her lips. Her brain is running a million miles an hour. As it has been for weeks now, since she met Harry honestly - she just likes him that much. At first she tried to deny it, and last weekend after her sudden break up with Mark she tried to convince herself again that she needed to keep Harry as a friend. But now, now she just wanted him - all of him, all of the time.

“Okay,” Y/N nods.

Sammy’s lips spread up into a wide smile, the look of excitement clear on his face, but to add to it he pumps a fist into the air. Y/N just rolls her eyes and laughs at him. Amanda enters the room soon after, starting up their final meeting of the year. She goes over numbers, stats, comparing last year to this year, and even promotes a few people. Thankfully, Y/N and Sammy are in their ideal positions now, so they never have that nervous feeling of going into a year-end meeting praying for a promotion. But Y/N still grins and claps for her colleagues who are working their way up in the company. After going through some minor details for their annual holiday party tomorrow, Amanda dismisses the team and Y/N is soon after heading home for the day.

Don’t be a pussy. Ask Harry to come to the holiday party or else. Sammy had texted her after they parted ways at the subway. Y/N bit down on her bottom lip, reading over the texts again as the elevator sounds a soft ding! and she walks out onto the sixth floor. Y/N confidently walks on her platform Doc Martin boots passed her own apartment door and right to Harry’s. Lifting her free hand, the other holding her Starbucks holiday drink, she knocks four times on the door before patiently waiting for him to answer. Her heart is beating so loud she can practically hear it ringing in her ears.

Harry answers the door after a few moments, his eyebrows pulling together at the sight of Y/N on the other side. While it’s a delight to see her, they hadn’t planned to hangout at all - so he’s rather surprised to see her standing before him. Y/N smiles and Harry’s quick to mirror it.

“Hey,” she breathes out, the same bundle of nerves that have been with her all day seeming to not relax in the slightest.

“Hey,” Harry smiles, “what’s up?” He asks, leaning against his door.

“Um,” Y/N pauses and closes her eyes, opening them to look at the floor before she takes a deep breath to meet his gaze again. Oh no, Harry thinks, feeling nervous since answering the door as he’s unsure how to take in her nonverbal cues right now. “So, you know that holiday party my work’s having that I mentioned?” Y/N questions, when Harry nods she doesn’t leave another second of hesitation slide by her before continuing. “I was wondering if, maybe, you’re not busy, if you wanted to come with me,” she stumbles out her invitation.

Harry’s truthfully a little surprised by her inviting him. His eyebrows now raised up his forehead as he processes her words. He immediately wants to say yes, obviously. Besides his clear as day feelings for Y/N, he also saw her as a friend too and he would love to accompany her for anything she asked him to.

“Everyone gets a plus one, and I can’t imagine bringing anyone else but you with me. Also, Sammy is practically begging me to introduce you two already,” Y/N exclaims as it seems Harry was in his head for too long. He smiles at her statements. First, blushing slightly at her comment about how she couldn’t imagine inviting anyone but him, and then holding back a chuckle at her mentioning her friend Sammy.

“It’s tomorrow, right?” Harry asks, half to just be sure and half to delay his answer to jokingly stress her out a little maybe.

“Yes,” Y/N nods, biting on her bottom lip for a moment. When Harry’s eyes fall to her teeth nibbling on her pink lips she notices and stops, butterflies present in her stomach at the thought of Harry thinking about her lips.

“I think I’m free,” Harry teases. He brings a hand to his chin, looking up at the ceiling in a joking manner as if he’s pondering what else could be on his schedule for the day. Y/N knows that he’s not doing a whole lot these days, but for all she knows he could have already had things planned with his friends. But Y/N can’t lie - she’s happy to hear he hasn’t.

Y/N chuckles and reaches forward, smacking his arm that’s resting on his chin with a gentle force. Harry chuckles along with her and stops his act as if he’s really thinking about if he can accept her invitation or not. Y/N lets her arms fall back to her side again and smiles, looking into Harry’s dazzling eyes as he smiles back at her. They stand there in his doorway, smiling, for a few beats of silence before Harry tells her.

“You’re going to have to help me with an outfit though,” he says, “there is no way I’m going to a party in New York City that a ton of fashion obsessed people will be at, without your help,” he states. Y/N chuckles again and nods, bringing her Starbucks cup to her mouth slowly.

“I can do that,” she says, tilting her cup to have a sip of the warm liquid.

“Okay,” Harry nods, “and what time will you be picking me up for this date?” He asks jokingly, although a big piece of him is hoping she won’t deny that it’s a date.

Y/N smiles, feeling a blush creeping onto her cheeks, “like, six-ish,” she tells him.

“Sounds good,” Harry says.

“Good,” Y/N nods, a smile still on her lips, “I have to go now though, I have a few presents for my coworkers I need to wrap and some last minute phone calls to make to get things all set for tomorrow,” Y/N explains, taking a few slow steps backwards while her eyes are still glued to Harry’s.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Harry says, his smile never flattening either.

“Yes,” Y/N nods, her stomach in a fit of butterflies as she realizes that she really just invited him to her work party.

Turning on her heels, she hears Harry close his door, and walks to her own apartment to unlock the door. She did it, she’s going to be bringing Harry to a work function - this was kinda big, she realizes, but she’s too excited to worry right now. So, instead she turns on her Christmas playlist on her TV, after she steps out of her shoes and hangs up her coat, and sings along as she sets up her little workstation to wrap a few presents.

Y/N has been running around like a chicken with their head chopped off all day. She was determined to have this holiday party be perfect. Harry was her plus one, she imagined things going so well between the two of them tonight. But then things started to go south the moment she walked into the office this morning and Amanda bombarded her at the front doors, “we were double booked” she had told Y/N. Turns out their location for their party tonight was double booked and the other function had already paid off the business to let them have the space. Therefore having Y/N scrabbling for a place to have this party.

“We should just have it here,” Sammy suggested. 

It was a last resort suggestion, but in reality it could work. The building their office was in had a decent sized room that was used for conferences and such. And after calling the building staff they learnt it wasn’t being used, so they started working on getting that set up.

Y/N was on the phone for hours, making sure the catering and bar services company they hired knew the relocation, and having them show up on time to get the set up going too. Then she was downstairs to help the decorations team replan their set up before she was literally running down the streets to the Target in order to buy new table clothes that would fit the tables the building provided. And somehow, with a little blood and sweat and a few tears shed too, Y/N made it happen.

She lets out a loud deep breath and looks at the room around her. The shimmering lights hanging down from the ceiling, perfectly placed so they wouldn’t hit anyone in the head but still looking very dreamy. There’s one wall full of fresh wreaths, some huge and some small, with matching red ribbons and ornaments on them. It’s picture perfect and Y/N already had taken a short video of them as they were setting it up to post on her Instagram. The way the plain white tablecloths she had bought earlier were now styled with more fresh pine that was used for the wreaths, with a few candles on each table and more red Christmas ornaments too, it all just looked so good. She especially loved the large real Christmas tree that she and Sammy took the time to decorate that sat in the far corner of the room by the gorgeously decorated bar that stretches along the back wall. Overall, it’s fashionable, Instagram worthy, and perfect.

Y/N is about to tell someone hired for the event to add a few more beaded garlands around the entryway when her phone rings. She gives the young woman a smile and holds up a finger while producing her phone that’s in her jean pocket. Looking at the screen she sees Harry’s name at the top, which causes a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. She smiles and swipes a finger across the screen to answer his call.

“Hey,” she says, walking away from the people that are rushing around her to finalize the party.

“Hey,” Harry breathes out. Y/N can hear the nerves in the one word. She furrows her brows and begins to worry that maybe he can’t make it anymore, suddenly feeling very upset at the thought. “You’re late,” he states. Y/N’s brows pinch together further and her eyes narrow.

“What?” She questions.

“Well, it’s almost six, and you’re supposed to help me pick something to wear, but I understand if you can’t or don’t want to. I’m sure I can figure something out, but don’t want to make you look bad by bringing a badly dressed bloke to your party,” Harry explains, catching himself sounding a bit needy. He didn’t need her to help style him for the holiday party, but he wanted her opinion of course.

“Oh my god what time is it?” Y/N gasps, asking Harry the question but really more asking herself as she realizes time has slipped by her in the whirlwind that was relocating this party.

“Um, quarter to six,” Harry tells her.

“Shit, H, I’m sorry, I haven’t looked at a clock in hours, I’m still at my office. We had to work fast and relocate the party for tonight, I’ve been so busy I didn’t even realize,” Y/N explains, her eyes searching around the room for either Amanda or Sammy or really anyone that could take over for her to hurriedly get ready.

“Oh, it’s okay, not a problem really,” Harry says, tapping a pen on the notebook that’s in front of him. He had been caught up a bit with his own work too, writing a song.

“Okay,” Y/N sighs, “game plan, you can send me pictures of some things you can wear tonight, I’ll give you my opinion, and then I’ll get ready here and are you okay to meet me in the lobby at seven-thirty?” Y/N asks, finally locking eyes with Amanda across the room.

Amanda’s eyes are wide at the sight of her, arms thrown up into the air as she’s confused as to why Y/N is still here - Y/N may have told her she had to meet up with her new plus one. Amanda was just as excited to meet Harry as Sammy was, damn gossiper had gone and told Amanda all about Y/N and Mark’s breakup and about Harry now too. Y/N had glared at Sammy as Amanda asked a million questions about Harry earlier.

“Okay,” Harry nods, “I can do that, did you need me to bring you anything or are you all set at your office?”

Y/N smiles at Harry naturally asking her if she needed anything from him. “I’m good, I’ll just text you the address and let me know when you’re on the way, okay?”

“Okay,” Harry echoes.

“Okay, I have to go, I’ll see you soon,” she says. Harry says a goodbye before she hangs up the phone just as Amanda is walking up to her.

“What in the world are you still doing here? I thought you were supposed to leave like an hour ago to go get ready and meet up with your new man?” Amanda questions. She is dressed for tonight's festivities, wearing a sparkling silver gown that fit her like a glove. Her hair is out of it’s usual low ponytail and is pin straight. She looks amazing, of course.

“First,” Y/N points a finger, “not my new man, by any means. And second, I got caught up helping with some issues with catering and then I was fixing some lighting issues. I’m going upstairs to get ready, and Harry is meeting me here,” she tells Amanda.

“Go, go,” she shoos her off, “steal a good dress from that room of broken dreams.”

Amanda is referring to the small room upstairs in their office that holds many pieces from over the year that clients didn’t fit, didn’t like, or just simply didn’t get to see. Y/N nods, having already planned to go there, and rushes away to get upstairs and get ready. As she opens the door to the room full of clothing Harry texts her a few pictures of items in his closet he has for tonight.

Her eyes are glued on her screen, attention taken away from her finding something the moment she sees Harry’s name. There’s a black suit laid on his bed in the first picture, the idea of seeing him in a classic black suit and tie has her feeling some type of way, but it’s not the look for tonight. She swipes to the next photo and likes the cream and light blue vertical stripe button up shirt but not the deep purple trousers he paired with them. But in the next picture she really likes the fun look to the trousers, like a sort of grandpa’s sweater vibe with browns and whites in an interesting square pattern. Completely ignoring the black shirt he had paired with it, she texts him back.

Shirt from the second pic and pants from the third one! Trust me! Lol. And here’s the address, she types quickly, sending him her location, before pocketing her phone and turning to the first rack of clothing. Immediately she grabs for a light blue Gucci suit jacket. It would go with Harry’s outfit perfectly, she thinks with a smile, putting it to the side for him. She remembers the suit was too big for a certain younger actor who was hosting SNL last week, Timothee something or another, if she’s remembering correctly.

Y/N goes through what feels like is a hundred dresses, pantsuits, and everything in between before she finds the one she likes. It’s her size, thank god, and isn’t too shimmery and crazy like she feels everyone else will be dressed like. It’s a bit of a darker blue that the colour of the suit jacket she had pulled aside for Harry, with thin straps and a tight torso that had wires for under his boobs for a built in bra type of look. It ends just above her ankles and is embroidered with beautiful beads and stunning flowers and leaf designs. But with a bit of a scandalous look as the embroidery isn’t as crowded near the bottom of the dress and leaves her in a sheer fabric. Overall, she just really enjoys how it looks and feels - and truthfully, she can’t be too picky with such little time to finish getting ready now.

It works out perfectly as she looks over herself in the washroom on the main level, fluffing her hair that she had curled and touching up her makeup, Harry texts that he’s just about to walk inside. Hurrying through out of the washroom, she walks out into the lobby, the black heels she had taken from the heap of shoes upstairs click along the floor as she waves hello and smiles at the people around that she knows. There would be just over a hundred people in attendance for their party tonight, not too big but not too small either, and she was happy to see all the familiar faces she’s gotten to work with over the year. But, there is one face in particular she’s most happy to see.

Only Harry’s not alone. In fact, she shouldn’t be all that surprised to see her best friend had managed to single him out in the small crowd that was waiting to get into the conference room she’s spent all day setting up. She sighs and makes her way towards them, smiling at another colleague that gave her a quick compliment as she passed by. Sammy caught her eye first, noticing how she’s glaring at him but he only smirks back at her.

Then Harry shifts, looking over his shoulder at whatever Sammy is looking at, and he pauses at the sight of Y/N only a few feet away. Holy shit, Harry thinks to himself as he takes in how she looks. The dress fits her flawlessly, accentuating her curves and causing Harry to shamelessly check her out. She’s always beautiful, stunning really, but tonight she looks like she should be a runway model. He feels a bit underdressed beside her, even though she picked out his outfit, even just a jacket would make him feel a little less casual at this event.

“You look,” Harry pauses as he struggles to find the right word. Y/N has stopped now in front of him, hands fiddling with her small clutch resting in front of her. “Just, unbelievable, wow,” Harry finally breathes out. His words cause a warm blush to creep over his face, her eyes falling to the floor to catch his black boots on his feet, as she hides away her grin.

“You look really good, too,” she tells him, although her words are far less swoon worthy than his words. It still causes Harry to smile too, his stomach doing a few flips.

“And how do I look?” Sammy asks jokingly, breaking their moment as they both turn to look at him. He’s smirking and holding out both arms, showing off his sparkling gold suit jacket that he’s worn with some black tight suit pants and a black button up shirt. He looks good, obviously, but Y/N shoulders shake as she chuckles at her friends behaviour.

“You look marvellous,” Harry compliments him with a smile, Y/N looks at Harry and shakes her head.

“Oh, he’s good,” Sammy notes, pointing a finger at Harry but is looking at Y/N. “If you don’t keep him I’ll take him, like that little feeling I get in my stomach when he speaks, hm,” he hums, winking at Harry for good measure too. Both Harry and Y/N chuckle at her friend. Suddenly someone is calling for Sammy’s attention, and of course, he answers to it right away and leaves Y/N and Harry to themselves.

“I’m sorry about him,” Y/N says as they face each other once more, “Sammy can be a lot to handle,” she adds.

“He wasn’t that bad,” Harry assures her.

She hums and smiles, narrowing her eyes at him playfully. “I find that hard to believe, but alright,” she says, “oh! I have something for your outfit,” she mentions, grabbing his arm gently to guide the way to the building's front desk where they had set up a coat check.

Harry’s in his own head about how she so naturally grabbed onto him, her delicate hand wrapped around his arm before dropping down to her side again as she approached the line that was for coat check. He furrows his brows, confused if she was going to ask for the jacket he had brought with him, but instead he watches as she walks around the tables and helps herself to the rack of jackets. She pulls out a light blue suit jacket and smiles over it at him, watching as his eyes widen. He knows the jacket, it was a part of Gucci’s line last season. He had browsed through some Vogue article and loved the colour immediately, how did she know?

“It’s just sitting upstairs, unworn, and it deserves some attention,” Y/N explains, holding it out for him.

“I can just wear this, tonight? No fee?” Harry asks, finding this situation a little unreal honestly.

“Well,” Y/N gives him a smug smile, “how about your fee is a dance with me, later,” she bargains.

“Oh, there will be plenty of dancing, of course,” Harry says. He takes the suit jacket off the hanger, passing the empty hanger back to Y/N and then puts on the jacket. Shrugging his shoulders a few times to get it to sit right on his body, but boy does it ever fit him well. Like it was made for him, honestly. Cause my god does it ever look good on him, Y/N thinks as she watches him straighten out the jacket till it feels comfortable. Harry looks up to see Y/N staring at him, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. He smirks, dimples popping up for show, and it causes Y/N to snap out of it and turn to put the hanger away. She then takes the few steps forward to Harry and smiles while looking up at him.

“You look phenomenal,” Y/N tells him, upping her previous compliment from before. Harry’s heart swells at her words and he extends his bent arm, for her to hold onto his forearm.

“Shall we?” Harry asks, motioning for her to grab onto his arm and walk into the now open doors to her party.

“We shall,” she smiles and puts her hand on his arm to let him guide them into the party she spent all day preparing. Y/N can’t help but notice the looks the people around them are giving her, a few smirks from other girls - with obvious jealousy on their faces. It makes her head spin, realizing that she’s about to be the talk of the office all because of the hot guy on her arm. Little do they know, he’s a lot more than how good he looks in this light blue suit jacket.

It only takes an hour before the rest of the people at the party realize that Harry is more than that pretty face of his.

He charms the socks off of every single person she introduces him to. Not to mention that Sammy is basically attached to his hip, begging for the attention, and Amanda has given Y/N a thumbs up every chance she’s gotten. Which she’s currently doing from the sidelines of the dance floor as Y/N is dancing around with Sammy, Harry and a few others now a few hours into the party. Y/N chuckles, the few tequila drinks making her feel a bit giggly, as she throws her head back and sways to the music. Harry’s watching her, admiring how carefree she looks as she dances to the music. Not an ounce of worry of any judgement from her coworkers around her.

“Y/N,” a colleague of hers comes up, putting a hand on her arm to get her full attention. She smiles as she meets her eyes. “Merry Christmas love, I’m going to head out with my husband, who very much loves your new boyfriend by the way,” she explains, mirroring Y/N’s smile. Harry is distracted, dancing with Sammy, and thankfully doesn’t hear her comment.

“Oh! He’s not my boyfriend,” she informs her, for probably the third time tonight. But her older colleague, Heidi, is rather forgetful when she has a few glasses on wine - something she’d learnt over the few years of working together. “Also, I have a present for you, just wait here and I’ll go get it and be right back I promise,” Y/N assures her, giving her a pout for good measure.

Heidi sighs but is still smiling, “fine, I’ll wait,” she nods.

Y/N is walking passed Harry, causing him to pinch his brows together and reach out for her. Through the night they didn’t leave each other's side, even when one of them had to use the washroom they let each other know. His hand is gentle, grasping onto her arm as she’s about to walk away, and pulling her to look his way. Y/N matches his look of confusion but smiles at the little pout on Harry’s lips at the sight of her leaving the dance floor without him.

“Where are you going?” He asks, bending his head down closer to her. His breath is warm against the skin, his lips mere inches from her ear. A chill falls over her as she looks back into his enchanting eyes.

“Upstairs, I need to grab something,” she states.

“Oh,” Harry pauses, “okay,” he says, still looking into her eyes. They were so beautiful, she’s so beautiful.

“Did you want to come with me?” Y/N asks. She doesn’t know why she does, maybe because she doesn’t want to leave Harry’s side for a single second or maybe her buzz from the tequila is making her brave. She imagines some alone time with Harry for the first time tonight would be nice.

Harry nods and slowly lets his hand drop from her arm to her hand. Their fingers intertwining like it's natural, ignoring the wide eyed look from Sammy, and Y/N leads the way out of the room and into the lobby. Harry thinks she’ll drop his hand once they reach the elevator but she doesn’t. It’s like a volcano of butterflies has erupted in his stomach. Feeling bold, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the back of her hand a few times as he inhales her sweet smelling perfume as she stands so close to him while waiting for the elevator doors to open.

Every moment they’ve had together tonight has been amazing, the same longing looks and full smiles between them but were always surrounded by others. Seems Y/N is rather popular at her place of work, everyone wants to hang around her and he’s been introduced to more people than he can count. Although Y/N did whisper in his ear “Sammy and Amanda are the only ones you really need to remember”, thankfully. But he really is having a good time as they enjoyed a quick meal at the beginning of the night, talking amongst the people at their table, then when that was finished up the wine was replaced with harder alcohol and things got pretty wild. Turns out these New Year City fashion obsessed people knew how to party and it wasn’t all gossip and trends with them. Harry was finding himself laughing, dancing and feeling more free than he had in quite a while. And maybe the tequila drinks he’s been sipping was helping, as he actually ended up liking Y/N’s drink of choice.

“Everyone loves you,” Y/N states, breaking the silence just as the elevator opens and they step inside. Harry smirks and lets her step up to hit the button inside, using her free hand as they still are holding each other. Their hands hang in the air as she steps forward, hitting the button, and then steps back to be right beside him.

“Glad my charm could be of use to impress your coworkers,” Harry says, making Y/N smile but rolls her eyes as she squeezes his hand that still holds her. They’re holding hands! Don’t freak out! Y/N is internally screaming at herself.

“Cheeky,” Y/N teases, using his word back at him finally. Although all those times he’s texted her ‘cheeky’ or ‘cheeky girl’ she does get butterflies in her stomach.

“Oh really?” Harry questions, huffing out a chuckle while raising his eyebrows.

Y/N laughs and Harry pulls on her hand that he’s holding to bring her even closer to him. Their sides touch, her bare arm brushing against the suit jacket, and she swore a spark of electricity shot through them as they were now leaning against one another. She looks from their feet, toe to toe, to how her bent knee just barely strokes against his pants, then looking at their conjoint hands - Harry still rubbing his thumb against her warm skin every once in a while - all the way up to meet Harry’s eyes. His face is so close, only a few inches away from hers. Y/N’s breath gets caught in her throat, her lips parting as she inhales slowly while looking into Harry’s eyes. Are they about to kiss? Both Harry and Y/N’s thoughts are swarming with the idea of their lips pressing together and sharing their first kiss right here, right now in this elevator-

A sudden ding! causes them to blink out of whatever trance they were in. Y/N turns her head to watch the doors open onto her office floor, only a few dim lights are kept on during the night hours so it looks a bit different than during the day. Harry’s only watching her though. Taking in every inch of her lips. The curve of her cupids bow, the pout of her bottom lip. How good the red lipstick still looks even hours later since their night has gone on. Oh how he wants to mess up that red colour, smearing it with his own lips, he’s in his head with many thoughts as Y/N tugs on his hand to bring them out of the elevator and into the main area of the office.

She has to let go of Harry’s hand to enter in the code to the main doors for their office that are frosted glass, beside the large desk that their secretary answers calls and logs in clients entering for any appointments. The sleek look from the large frosted glass doors and all white marble flooring and white desk compliments the big block letters of their company name that have neon lights behind it. Currently the colours were red and green, glowing with full holiday cheer as Y/N loved so much.

Harry’s watching Y/N, her slight sway to her body as she pushes open the door and holds it open for Harry to walk through. He nods and smiles, then let's Y/N lead the way. While her office floor is all very exciting and professional, he’s more focused on Y/N. She’s talking about how she had bought some gifts for her coworkers and got so busy today she forgot a few. Harry was in awe of her and how she managed to pull off the relocation of this party so quickly. Amanda and many others were praising her all night, which Y/N would only respond by shaking her head and brushing off their kind words. He admires that about her a lot, how she is confident but doesn’t let people’s praises go to her head by any means.

As Y/N is walking across the room to her desk, something catches Harry’s eye. He pauses, double checks that Y/N isn’t watching him, and then leans over to the bulletin board at some random desk. With one swift movement he rips it off and then quickly stuffs it into the pocket of his jacket before he turns around to find Y/N at what he assumes is her desk. It’s a large white desk, up against the floor to ceiling windows, it’s quite the view - but, again, his eyes are only on her.

“Okay, so this one’s for Heidi, and then this one is for her and her husband,” Y/N is rambling aloud as she reaches under her desk for the few last presents she had. The only other one was for Sammy, so she should bring it down with her too to catch him before either of them leaves.

She stands up straight again, putting the presents on the desk when she looks over her shoulder at Harry. He’s staring, which isn’t new, but it still makes her smile and her head to spin knowing that his eyes always seem to be on her. But it’s the mischievous smile across his lips that brings Y/N to a stop, pinching her eyebrows together as she tilts her head to the side.

“What’s with the look?” Y/N asks, getting right to the point.

Harry raises a brow and jokingly says, “what look?”

Y/N just rolls her eyes and hums, pushing her hair over one shoulder as she turns her body towards Harry. She crosses her arms over her chest and Y/N doesn’t miss how his eyes drop to her movements for a split second before meeting her eyes again. She feels like she’s on fire under his stare, the burn so deep within her only blazing when he licks his lips. This is it, this is the moment, Harry thinks before he can second guess himself. He takes a step forward, standing so close to Y/N that the toes of their shoes touch and she has to look up into his piercing stare now.

Y/N notices him reach into his pocket, and then just as quickly, he takes his hand out and holds it above them. She furrows her brows, looking up to see something green between his fingers. Her heart stops, her breath getting caught in her throat as she inspects the item more. But when Harry clears his throat, her attention falls back into him. His beautiful green eyes look a bit nervous, it’s adorable, Y/N thinks.

“Can I kiss you underneath the mistletoe, Y/N?” Harry asks, his voice in that now familiar and warm low tone.

Y/N is pretty sure Harry can hear her heart beating out of her chest right now. She stares back into his eyes, feelings for this man hitting her like a wrecking ball. Y/N has never felt something so strong for someone before. And Harry standing here, holding mistletoe, asking to kiss her, it by far one of the most romantic things ever. Unsure she can find her voice, Y/N settles with nodding her head twice and never letting her eyes fall off Harry’s. His lips turn ever so slightly upwards, smiling, before he takes a deep breath and leans forward and both their eyes flutter shut as the moment they both have dreamt of is becoming a reality.

When their lips finally touch it feels like time itself stops around them. Like no one else or nothing else matters in the world but them in this moment right here. Y/N’s heart hasn’t settled one bit, and her knees feel weak as Harry’s free hand gently touches her hip to steady them both. She tries to ignore the touch and instead focus on how soft his lips feel against hers. The feeling flares the burn she feels around him and only amplifies at how addicting his kiss is.

But it was clear, Y/N and Harry both could never dream up a kiss was perfect as this one. Harry’s pure raw emotion that he feels as he decides to pull back from the kiss, to look at Y/N with his eyes only half open, he just had to make sure he wasn’t imagining any of this. But she’s just as beautiful with her swollen lips and half open dreamy eyes as he had thought.

This time Y/N pulls Harry down by wrapping both arms around his shoulders, nudging his head down to meet her halfway and get lost in their kissing again. Harry now is clenching the plastic mistletoe in one hand while both his hands curl up at her hips. With every second, every smell of her rose perfume filling his nose, he’s sure he’ll wake from this dream at any time. The twisting in both their stomachs don’t settle as the kiss continues, Y/N’s lips parting slightly as she breathes out a small gasp when they both pull each other even closer.

Their bodies are basically molding into one, Y/N’s hair falling into their face as she tugs him even closer if it’s possible. But Harry quickly reacts and brings the hand without the mistletoe up, carding his fingers through her locks and bringing the hair away from their moving lips before he rests his hand on her cheek. The only reason that they both pull apart the second time is because they need air - both their chests are heaving against one another as they struggle to catch their breath.

Y/N could never describe the sensations she was feeling in the fleeting second after their kiss. She opens her eyes, looking at Harry’s chest as it rises and falls in quick motions, before she slowly raises her gaze. There’s a pit in her stomach, feeling a bit nervous to meet his eyes after such a passionate kiss. So she takes her time, her eyes scanning over Harry’s face. His sharp jaw, clenching as he watches her. She smiles at the sight of her red lipstick just faintly smudging against his own lips. Finally, she lifts her eyes and meets his stare.

“Amazing,” Harry breathes out, his breath fanning over her lips.

“Breathtaking, actually,” Y/N corrects him, lifting her lips into a bit of a cheeky smile. Harry huffs out a chuckle and smiles, squeezing her side as he lets his hand drop from her face. He seems like he might step away, but Y/N doesn’t want their little bubble to burst quite yet. So she pouts and rubs her thumb over the side of his neck slowly. “Kiss me again, please,” she says in a soft voice.

“Always, darling,” Harry tells her and brings both his hands up to cup her face, tilting her head back just slightly in order to place his lips over hers again. Their kiss only last for another moment before Y/N gets a sudden prick to her cheek, causing her to break away and furrow her brows.

“What the-?” Y/N pauses as she takes Harry's hand and uses her fingers to pry back his own. A giggle passes her lips as the sight inside his hand. She takes the plastic green leaves and red berries. Rolling her lips into her mouth, she tries to hold back the laughter bubbling inside of her.

“What?” Harry questions, letting Y/N take the mistletoe out of his hand.

“Harry,” she sighs and looks up at him, “this is holly, not mistletoe,” she explains. It’s a common misconception, truly, but it only makes the moment they just had all that more special.

Harry’s cheeks heat up instantly at her words. Pure embarrassment washing over him as he didn’t even realize his mistake. His whole big romantic gesture now in the ruins because they kissed underneath holly not mistletoe. Harry shakes his head and reaches for the holly in Y/N’s hand, but she moves faster and closes her hand around it - not caring that it pokes her palm. He is the one to pull together his eyebrows now, meeting her eyes.

“No, it’s okay,” she admits to him, placing the holly carefully on her desk without looking away from Harry’s eyes. “I don’t care that you made a common mistake, don’t beat yourself up about it,” she says, bringing her free hand to brush against his warm red cheeks. “It was-” she pauses and lets out a deep breath, “you’re perfect, H,” she says.

“No, you are,” he declares, meeting her halfway again to crash their lips together once more.

thanks for reading, please reblog/leave some feedback if you enjoyed it! until part 5 😘

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[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching Ghostfacers

Welcome to “Always Say Yes to Ice Cream with the Winchesters: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

 Up today, s3e13: Ghostfacers.

  Shot mostly as a cheaply made documentary, this one has the boys checking out a haunted house only to find their old frenemies, the Ghostfacers, there preparing to film themselves spending the night. Sam and Dean immediately realize that their work has at least doubled, since now they're not only trying to find the spirit haunting the place, but babysitting a group of amateurs as well. Things... don't go completely awesomely, but hey, Dean gets to say "fuck," sort of.

 Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

  Lor:

Ghost GhostFACERS

 Mace:

GHOSTFACERS

 Mace:

 YAAASSS

 Lor:

YAAAAAS

Mace:

 THE BOW TIE

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

omg they reference the writer's strike

I had completely forgotten that

 Lor:

"in the history of your life"

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 the fake slomo

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"two lone wolves"

 Mace:

 two lone wolves need other wolves

 Lor:

they need other wolves

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

 Lor:

I cannot with these guys

 Lor:

it's so GOOD

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

poor Maggie

 Lor:

her brother is a dope

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

oh Corbett

 Mace:

right?!

 Mace:

SIGH

 Mace:

 he’s adorable and so sweet

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"Dad! Come on!"

 Mace:

 HAAAAHAHAHAHA

 Lor:

aaaaand you can tell it's Baby by the engine!

 Mace:

 YAAASSS

 Lor:

and then the music

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 maggie is CUTE

 Lor:

she IS

 Lor:

despite their nonsense, this is a pretty good setup

 Lor:

omg the hand gesture

 Mace:

HA! yep

 Mace:

 YAAASSS

 Lor:

"turn the knob"

 Mace:

 SNORK

 Lor:

"it's just a rat, dude"

 Lor:

"rats are the rats of the world"

 Lor:

OMG

 Mace:

 “rats are like the rats of the world"

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

omg the cursing

 Lor:

CHISELCHEST

 Mace:

 HAHAHAHA

 Lor:

"they were here first"

 Lor:

haaaaahahahaha their faces

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 Dean is so over this shit

 Lor:

Dean is so done

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

 he knows he’s gonna have to babysit

 Lor:

YEP

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

the running down the stairs

 Mace:

“OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD"

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

YAAAS

 Lor:

"we'll get you ice cream, our treat"

 Mace:

 “we’ll get you ice cream our treat"

 Lor:

YOU SAY YES TO THAT OFFER

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 YES YOU DO

 Lor:

I love that they are absolutely not leaving without all these idiots

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 oh Corbett

 Lor:

saving people, even the dumb ones what brought it on themselves

 Lor:

sigh

 Lor:

poor guy

 Mace:

I LOVE that they’re not at all scared, just annoyed that they have to save these numbnuts

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"it's our grand canyon"

 Lor:

SAM

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

I wonder if there's any SALT in the MORTON house

 Mace:

 HAAAAAAHAHAHAHA OMG LOR

 Lor:

HEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHE

 Mace:

 “WAKE UP BE DEAD"

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

my GOD his teeth are white

 Mace:

 snork!

 Lor:

LOL Dean being all sarcastic at her and then she's like "yes?"

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

"survival under atomic attack. an optimist"

 Lor:

SAM

 Mace:

the way Dean looks at him

 Mace:

 HAHAHA YES

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"eeeeew"

 Lor:

"EEEEEWWWWW"

 Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA

 Mace:

 omg this episode

 Lor:

I love how Dean looks right into the camera when he explains

 Lor:

RIGHT?

 Lor:

it's BRILLIANT

 Mace:

IT IS

 Mace:

 oh SAM

 Lor:

uh oh

 Lor:

NOW Dean's gonna go OFF

 Mace:

 the shouted SAMMY

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

gets me every time

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 “my best sister"

 Lor:

"hold my glasses"

 Mace:

“hold my glasses"

 Mace:

 the nerd version of Hold my beer

 Lor:

oh Ed. your sister is an adult, buddy

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

LOL

 Mace:

 Ed needs several slaps upside

 Lor:

he DOES

 Mace:

Oh Corbett

 Mace:

 oh SAM

 Lor:

oooof

 Mace:

 the “stay with me"

 Lor:

YES

 Mace:

 GAH

 Lor:

Dean recognizes fear

 Mace:

 YEP

 Lor:

"inside your duffel bag?" HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

 Mace:

 OMG NOT IN THE DUFFLE BAG YOU ABSOLUTE LOAFS

 Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

 Lor:

mmmmmrrrrrffff Dean cursing

 Mace:

YAS

 Mace:

 i love that they work it so he can finally say fuck in an episode

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

and give the finger

 Lor:

cause you KNOW Dean Winchester just pops that off all the time

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

"cause he told me." "OH"

 Mace:

YES

 Mace:

 singing the theme song

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

"it makes her feel better. don't ask"

 Mace:

 YES

 Lor:

oh Corbett

 Mace:

 that kid’s a great actor

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

oh wow that sky

 Mace:

 right?!

 Lor:

Dean rolling his eyes

 Lor:

those chairs look really comfy

 Mace:

 they DO

 Lor:

"war changing man. and one woman" OMG

 Mace:

“and one woman"

 Mace:

 HAHAHA

 Lor:

"gay love can pierce through the veil of death and save the day" OH SURE HERE. BUT NOT IF IT'S CAS WHAT NEEDS SAVING

 Mace:

YEP

 Mace:

 oh CORBETT

 Lor:

he's so sweet

 Mace:

hilarious and also gut punchy

 Mace:

 HE IS

 Lor:

YES

 Lor:

omg THEIR FACES

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

"I kind of think it was half awesome"

 Lor:

"honor his memory while grossly exploiting the manner of his death"

 Lor:

correct, Sammy

 Mace:

YAS

 Mace:

 “sometimes both"

 Lor:

"don't be facer haters"

 Mace:

“don’t be facer haters"

 Mace:

 HAHAHA

 Lor:

LOL

 Lor:

omg were there no opening credits? cause they're here. I never noticed

 Mace:

HAHAHAHA YAS

 Mace:

 omg Sammy’s SMILE

 Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA our boys are SO SMART

 Mace:

AM DED

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

YAS

 Mace:

 HIS DIMPLES

 Lor:

Dean's tear out of the parking lot

 Mace:

 YAS

 Lor:

this episode should have won awards

 Lor:

I have no idea if it did but it should have

 Mace:

 YAAASSS

 Lor:

the satire is PERFECTLY pitched, and it's still a good episode of the show, AND the acting is awesome

 Mace:

AGREED

 Mace:

 a perfect mix of ridiculously silly, legitimately scary, and all-the-feels-y

 Lor:

YEP

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

hi! can I request a good old There Was Only One Bed fic, geraskier or any of the other witchers, maybe with a scary thunderstorm to spice things up? <3

Ya know I was gonna throw Eskel into the mix here but the idea grabbed me by the greasy messy bun and took off. Might do something with a forced witcher/bard cuddle puddle later but this demanded attention lol 

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it! 💖💖

Warnings: the thirst is real with this one fam, some pining, some idiots misinterpreting things, but all around pretty tame, kinda...

__________

Two weeks, four days, and about twelve hours give or take, had passed since Geralt and Jaskier had kissed. They were drunk off their asses and arguing and Jaskier couldn’t stop thinking about it. He almost wished he had been blackout drunk.

Geralt’s lips wouldn’t leave him in peace. They had been warm and a little wet with whatever it was he’d just taken a shot of and fuck his stubble grated against Jaskier’s chin in the best way. He’d been about to tackle Geralt and try to get him in a headlock, for what he couldn’t remember, but the witcher had grabbed him by the front of his chemise and held his head in his other hand, soft but firm. Just thinking about it made Jaskier’s head spin, he’s really not sure how he survived. 

He couldn’t tell if Geralt even remembered. Jaskier was the one to haul his ass up to their room at the end of the night and throw him onto one of the twin beds. He’d made a remark about how stupid drunk he must have been, emphasis on stupid, and that was that. So Jaskier didn’t mention it and kept his distance, more for his own sanity than Geralt’s comfort. 

They hadn’t shared a room, let alone a bed, since, but it was bound to happen again sometime.

Geralt had headed upstairs in the middle of Jaskier's set, thank gods, and Jaskier had found a few minutes of distracted bliss where he wasn’t fighting with his conscience… or a hard-on. It wasn’t his fault, Geralt was gorgeous. And it had been far too long since the bard had seen any action. 

He gladly took a shot, maybe two, from an appreciative barfly before heading upstairs to their room, doing his best to keep his head on straight. 

Geralt was already shirtless and unlacing his breeches when he came in, “Good crowd?”

Jaskier nodded, swallowing hard and regretting the shots as he felt the warm liquid already making his eyes heavy. He tossed the bag of coin on the dresser and snagged a loaf of bread out of his pack. He did his best not to think about it as Geralt readied for bed but the room was small and they were constantly bumping into each other as they fussed over their respective packs. 

Geralt’s skin was hot, or maybe Jaskier was just hyper-aware of it as they brushed past each other. This wouldn’t have been as much of a problem if the witcher didn’t sleep half-naked. Jaskier could have just taken a deep breath, like he had been doing for the last two weeks, and will his mind and body to behave. But the way Geralt’s muscles moved under his scars and those sinful little lines of muscle pointing down to his smalls had the bard hypnotized and now that he knew what he tasted like? He was well and truly fucked. 

Jaskier jumped in bed as soon as he could, forgoing his usual nighttime routine in favor of curling up to face the wall (providing cover in case his body decided to rebel against him at some point). He was angry at himself, this was something he would have expected out of the pubescent Jaskier, not a grown man with self-control. About his best friend mind you! But it was understandable if his best friend had kissed him… and looked like that… and made him feel safe… and almost wanted… right?

Geralt slid in bed behind him not long after, shoulder firmly pressed to Jaskier’s back as if it wasn’t causing the bard’s heart to pick up pace.

“Jask?”

“Geralt?”

“Are you mad at me?”

Jaskier sighed, twisting his shoulders to look at Geralt, “Why ever would I be upset with you?”

Geralt frowned, still looking at the ceiling, “You’ve been quiet… and avoiding me.”

“Just feeling off, dear.” the bard was surprised to see genuine hurt cross Geralt’s features when he finally looked at him.

“Then you’re scared?”

“Oh, Geralt,” Jaskier almost felt a lump in his throat as he turned to face him, making sure he knew he was absolutely serious, “I will never be, and have never been, scared of you. Never.”

“Then why is your heart doing that?” Geralt’s voice was the highest Jaskier had ever heard it.

He closed his eyes, pushing the taste of his bedmate’s lips out of his mind as best he could before he lied, “It’s nothing Geralt.”

The witcher looked close to tears as he fixed his gaze on the ceiling once again, “I’m sorry for kissing you. I would have said something sooner but I didn’t think you remembered… I’ll- I’ll sleep on the floor tonight.” 

Jaskier’s hand shot out and held his shoulder down as his mind caught up, “You remember?”

Geralt cocked his head to the side, “Yes.”

Jaskier’s heart was racing in earnest now as he propped himself up in his elbow, “And you thought I was upset over it?”

Geralt nodded, looking for all the world like a kicked puppy.

“Shit, we’re stupid. Come here,” Jaskier trapped Geralt’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, leaning down till their noses were almost touching, “kiss me, you idiot.”

Geralt tilted his chin up to connect their lips and oh that was so much better sober. Or mostly sober. 

Jaskier brushed the backs of his fingers along Geralt’s jaw, drawing a soft sigh from his witcher that made his whole body sing. Geralt’s hands found his waist and pulled him on top of himself, running his hands up and down Jaskier’s back, making sure to dig his fingertips into the flesh of his hips. 

“Mm!” Jaskier pulled back when that grip sent a lightning bolt straight to his cock, “You’re-” he gasped a little when Geralt busied his lips by placing tender kisses along his chin and neck, “didn’t know you were into men.”

“M’into you.” Geralt hummed, sucking on a patch of skin over Jaskier’s pulse point and quickly licking the spot to soothe the sting.

The bard laughed cupping Geralt’s face with one hand, propping himself up on his other elbow to get a better look at his face, “So when I tell you I’ve been avoiding you because I can’t stop thinking-” he paused to give his witcher a quick peck, “-about your lips…”

Geralt grinned and leaned up to press their foreheads together, “Neither could I,” he whispered.

Jaskier had no choice, he had to wipe that look off Geralt’s face before it killed him. He bracketed the witcher’s hips with his knees and trapped Geralt’s jaw between his hands, pulling him in for a deep kiss loaded with every bit of yearning and desperation he could muster. Geralt was the one to swipe his tongue along Jaskier’s lips, but the bard was most definitely the one to take full advantage. One hand snaked into that snow-white hair as their tongues danced and fought for dominance, ending the struggle with a light tug that had Geralt moaning into Jaskier’s mouth. 

“Oh? Enjoying yourself wolf?”

Geralt gripped him around the waist and flipped them over almost effortlessly, grinding his hips down over Jaskier’s “Immensely,” he breathed, leaning on his elbows on either side of the bard’s head, “Now shut up and kiss me.”

[partyinthemysterymachine]

Do you have music headcanons for silent hill protagonists?

I feel like Harry Mason likes 50’ -70’ songs, specially jazz and blues (maybe he likes Sinatra idk) while James likes Reddit sad man music, there’s no way this dude doesn’t like at least one Radiohead song.

I don’t have more headcanons </3

i'm actually straight up cackling, my hc are the OPPOSITE! (well, sorta.)

i've tagged James to like a lot of oldies with a cutoff of maybe around mid-80s? he can be a liiiiittle bit of a "new music is trash >:(" kind of person. Frank influenced his music tastes a lot, always had the oldies station on in the car, would turn it on at home, and well, all the vinyls at home, too.

For Reasons*, James has a particular fondness for Sherry Baby by Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons ( https://youtu.be/Uybtn6ebG0I ) (SORRY, THE NEW TUMBLR POST MECHANIC DOESN'T LET ME PROPERLY FUCKIN ADD LINKS TO TEXT DGLKDGFLKFGLKG), and is just a Four Seasons fan in general; as well as The Ink Spots, Billy Joel, Carole King, Linda Ronstadt, The Carpenters, The Beach Boys, Four Tops, Otis Redding, big band stuff, Marvin Gaye, Aretha Franklin, The Eagles (sorta), Frank Sinatra (to an extent, he liked The Rat Pack stuff better), Nat King Cole, The Beatles (it’s complicated), Bobby Darin, a smattering of other crooners and types of artists, etc etc…….

.. but he’s not much a fan of Barry White LOL. (sorry Mary :\ ) he really doesn’t like baritone or bass voices in general, though. he finds them eerie. (loser’s missing out tbh) tho i think too you're right about jazz! he's just..... kinda picky about what kind, i think. dude's pretty picky :\ i also think blues are a hit or miss with him. now, HARRY..

Harry is also an oldies appreciator, can appreciate the blues quite a bit, and his music tastes can goes way back and all OVER the place! he and James share a few favorite artists, but uh……. our boy Harry here likes to rock the fuck out!! LOL

Harry’s been a HUGE fan of Rancid since he started listening to them probably around 1995?? big fan of jam bands too, including Counting Crows (yeah) and CBDB! other artists he likes are Neil Diamond, Jonathan Coulton, The Grateful Dead, Meat Loaf, Brown Bird, Tom Rosenthal, Selena (it’s complicated……), Cyndi Lauper, Scorpions, Celine Dion (it’s complicated), Stealers Wheel, Seals and Crofts (it’s complicated), Jimi Hendrix, Jim Croce, Electric Light Orchestra, 16 Horsepower, Dio, Motley Crue, Motorhead, Fleetwood Mac, Cher, Sonny & Cher..

.. among others! he likes some Motown (and honestly, James does too!! Motown fucks) and a few Spanish artists, like Gloria Estefan, Celia Cruz, Mercedes Sosa, Antonio Aguilar.. aaaand some others he can’t name. (thanks, Jodi and family!)

quite a few artists are Complicated Relationships for various reasons (such as Jodi..) and others, eh.. Life Experiences.

Harry IS a car-jammer and lip sync-er. catch that fuckin weirdo drumming the steering wheel and air guitaring. catch Heather trying to jimmy the child lock on the door and leap out into traffic

Harry actually really loves karaoke as well! .. watching more than singing. you’d have to get him a liiiiiittle blitzed to encourage him to get up there. there’s a 70/30 chance he’d just want to sing something completely stupid tho, like Re: Your Brains by Jonathan Coulton. ( https://youtu.be/IIlITc1nkk8 ) his singing voice/style is awfully fucking cute of him; i sure will say that….. (because idiot writing brain might not like me giving some fine details away to the general public yet.. 

.. and if you know, then you know, and SSSHHHHHHH.)

it has to be said, tho: for as extroverted as this man is, and how much everyone - as well as he - jokes that he should’ve been an actor, he the MASSIVE amounts of stage fright can really hold a person back….. and besides. it would’ve disrupted the timeline; he’d’ve just been so good, he’d’ve put Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise; hell, even Georgie Clooney! out of work.. ssssssoooooooo he was just being courteous. that’s all. .. yeah.

JAMES and karaoke, tho….. heahsdfhehrhghdgh IT’S COMPLICATED DON’T FUCKING LOOK AT HIM [drives into a large body of water]

i think he had a wee little fantasy about being in a barbershop quartet :| that’s what growing up on oldies/big bands/crooners will do to a person. it’s unknown if he can sing, or much less understand how to keep a beat. it wasn’t anything big enough to actually want to pursue, per say.. just one of those types of little daydreams :)

i’m actually working on playlists for them!! they’re intended to be their “mixtapes” - what you’d typically find them listening to in the car. i’d actually kind of forgotten about them until this ask……….. ahah oops…. well shit i’ll just have to get back to it huh??

thank you so much for the ask!!!! :)!!! that was such a sweet little morning surprise, bless, hope u have a good one and stay healthy and safe!! xoxo 💖🙏🥚🥚💖🥚💖🥚

*GOOMT

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Baked With Love

AN: Written to ‘my tears ricochet’ by Taylor Swift (please stop by if you want to scream about folklore lol) 1.3k

Summary: When the missing hurts enough to bake banana bread.

angst/fluff/established relationship

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It’s just that you missed him. Even though he was close by, on the other side of a painted wall, with no idea that you were feeling so alone. Because even when he was back home and it made sense to look forward to spending time together, it didn’t happen in the way you expected it to. His headphones covered his ears, leaning over the computers and production devices you still barely knew anything about, despite his attempts to teach you. And you wanted to learn, you know? Because it was important to understand everything about him, but maybe you wanted to know those things more than he realized.

You woke up on the third morning, keeping your eyes shut as your hand ran along the cool sheets beside you. Where he had been laying. But his body had been missing long enough for the space to grow cold, and you peeled your eyes open, sinking your face further into the silk pillowcase beneath it.

You heard his music through the wall, but the smile that usually came with the sound was missing from your mouth today. Instead, you felt yourself hugging your arms around your body, craving his touch instead. Wondering if you did something wrong, if it was you that had caused this distance- the space and wordless interactions. It must be you, right? It has to be you when you hear him on the phone, while you make dinner, laughing with Hoseok.

When you finally gathered enough energy to throw the covers back and place your bare feet on the soft carpet, they carried you to the kitchen. You pulled down bowls and measuring cups, gathered ingredients, tied your wild curls into a lousy bun. You started making the recipe that had been planted into your mind after countless occasions sat at your childhood kitchen’s island. The banana bread that coaxed you from your bedroom, relieved teen angst, brought smiles and laughter to Christmas mornings.

You hoped the smell might do the same for him. A reminder that you’re still here, still loving, still wanting his time.

You make yourself a cup of tea while waiting for the timer to impede the morning silence, enjoying the earl grey on the patio. Your view of Seoul accentuated by an awakened sun. His t-shirt barely covers the tops of your thighs. The cool air scatters goosebumps across your bare skin, but the warming drink overshadows the chill running up your spine and across your chest, nipping your cheeks.

You stand there for what could’ve been seconds or hours. The time didn’t matter, not when the beautiful city was below, with luscious greenery in the background of a picturesque view. There are so many places you still wanted to see with him, but the journeys often fell on your shoulders, instead of being shared by his. So you went alone and took pictures, organizing them into the photo album you never shared. The plan was there, too, but the missing glimmer in his eyes when he came home left you swallowing the words.

The timer rings, and you walk through the doorway, sliding the glass closed behind you. The empty mug is placed on the granite, and you’re searching for the polka-dotted oven mitt to retrieve the golden loaf. It smells like your childhood, and you wish every slice, and every bite could tell him all the things you’ve been holding back.

It takes a while to cool, and you find yourself pacing in front of his studio door, raising your small fist multiple times to knock, before feeling like an idiot: I shouldn’t have to knock. You never did before. You would peek your head in, and Yoongi would catch your reflected silhouette in the window before taking off his headphones. You’d mouth hello, hoping you weren’t interrupting. But he always held out his hand for you, guiding you down to the open space on his lap. You’d stay there all day if he’d let you, with your arm around his neck and your fingertips massaging his scalp. You’d chat and laugh and share pictures or videos that reminded you of one another, until he went back to work: a moment that left you pushing away to leave, but Yoongi held on tighter. “You can stay. I work better when you’re here.”

You slice through the bread, met by waves of steam, blurring the memory behind your eyes. White plates meet the countertop; A slice for him and one for you, lathering his in blackberry jam, leaving yours plain. You pour espresso over ice, too, for good measure.

You shake off the nerves, balancing the wooden, breakfast tray in your arms as you stand outside the studio. “Yoongi?” His name is barely above a whisper, and you know he hadn’t heard.

Your shoulder falls against the door, promising yourself to open it, but your palm never touches the bronze knob because you look up to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway instead. Your mouth gapes, and you look down at the breakfast displayed on the tray. He had bought you a set for your birthday. A present you hadn’t asked for, but he looked through your online cart after you fell asleep one night, your head in his lap.

This one is engraved with cherry blossoms. Their vibrant colors emphasized against the dark wood.

“I made breakfast, but I don’t.. you may not be hungry.”

Yoongi side steps and you walk across the floorboards. His studio smells like the candle you purchased habitually. The closet was stocked, awaiting the moment a lit match failed to catch the wick aflame.

Yoongi takes the tray from your arms, placing it on the round table beside his workspace. The distance between each other is closed in short steps as his arms embrace you. You gasp against his chest, taking a moment to let yourself lean into him- let him hold you. Hot tears fall, catching on cotton, as you hold him for the first time in days.

Your name leaves his mouth with worry, and it’s the single syllable that makes you realize he had no idea.

He fell back into his routine of comfort, knowing you accepted it- accepted him. He held you in the dark when you were fast asleep, wondering what he’d accomplished in a past life to make him so lucky. He was laughing on the phone with Hoseok because he loved you so much he couldn’t put the feelings into words. He had been waking up early to spend time in his studio because the undisclosed song on his file had a special title, for a special girl, for a very special day: your anniversary.

“I’ve just missed you. You’re so close, and I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” His palm smooths down your hair; you feel his lips flutter against your skin. Your fingertips trace shapes along cotton-clad shoulders, reveling this feeling. A feeling you crave on your solo journeys and evenings at home staring blankly at novel pages. When you couldn’t think about anything else but the phone call coming later that evening, his inevitable return, or the chill that accompanied every thought of his voice calling out your name with a suitcase in tow.

“I made you bread, baked full of love and …tears.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re always so creative in the kitchen.”

Your laughter breaks up the dying cries, breathing deeply before finally pulling away. Yoongi’s thumb catches the wetness on your cheeks before tracing your lips.

“I think we should do something fun today, get out for a while?” His eyes search yours, and the agreement rings true in your relaxed expression.

“There’s a spot I’ve been wanting to show you, actually.” Your lips finally curl upwards, and his eyes lighten with love.

“Then we have to go.”

You rest your head against his chest, feeling ok again. “Can we eat first?”

Yoongi’s laughter vibrates throughout his entire body, and if you had to live without medicine for the rest of your life, you’ll do fine right here, with the banana bread that solves everything and the man who loves you just as much, or maybe more than you know.

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