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festivalsofmargot · 2 years ago

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Hey I just found you recently and I fell in love with way you write!! I wanted ask for something with Sebastian. Him asking the reader to the Yule ball, then going to the Yule ball together, maybe theyre friends with some secret pining in the picture too. Idk know, maybe him confessing. I just want romantic idiots in love kind of stuff. Thank you!!

The Northcott System

{Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: Garreth Weasley has asked the infamous Eric Northcott for dating advice. In order to seem more desirable to you, he needs to play mind games. So instead of asking you to the ball, he asks Nellie Oggspire. This is where he pulls in Sebastian Sallow for help with his plan. Garreth knows he doesn’t have feelings for you, so it would be harmless for him to take you to the ball, right? Unfortunately, shoving you and Sebastian together in this way backfires. And Sebastian becomes just as head over heels for you as Garreth is.

Word Count: ~ 5,700 words

Warnings: Kissing, Some Underage Drinking

Author’s Note: Man... I am ALL FOR YULE BALL ONESHOTS! Lol ramielll, I can’t thank you enough for the request.❤ Romantic high school idiots in love kind of stuff is my shit! I think it's so much fun to write. It’s so awkward and lovey dovey, I adore it. I feel so bad making Garreth the sucker in these Sebastian stories but he fits too well 😭 I need to make more Garreth stories to make up for it, he doesn’t deserve this. Fun fact, Eric Northcott’s advice in this came from my father-in-law. My husband is very lucky he didn’t pull that shit or I would have been long gone lmfaooo (The title is in reference to Sunny in Philadelphia’s D.E.N.N.I.S. System, you’re a real one if you caught it 😉.)

Songs (if interested):

Evergreen - Richy Mitch & The Coal Miners

drift/(:( - Alek Olsen

Butterflies (feat. AURORA) - Tom Odell

The Kiss - Trevor Jones

The Reason - Hoobastank

“Eric Northcott says the best way to get someone obsessed with you is to treat them like royalty, then ignore them for a few weeks.” Garreth Weasley told his group of friends in the hall.

“You took dating advice from Eric Northcott?” Ominis asked in disbelief.

“Of course I did.” Garreth responded proudly, as if he were the smartest person in the world to have done so.

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“Don’t even pretend you haven’t heard about all the dates he’s pulled, Ominis.”

“Oh I’ve heard. Doesn’t sound like he’s been able to keep any of them though.”

“He’s a free man, Ominis. He just doesn’t want to be held down.”

Sebastian was half paying attention to the conversation around him. He knew it was related to the upcoming ball, but that’s all. He was looking over his notes on the recent restricted section find of his. It was too big and bulky of a book to carry around everywhere he went, so he had jotted down all he could to read over throughout the day.

“But this is why I need you, Sebastian.”

“Hmm?” Sebastian glanced up at Garreth.

“I know you haven’t spoken much, maybe not even at all for all I know. But I need you to take the new fifth year to the ball.”

Sebastian raised a questioning brow at him. “Why?”

It took way too much effort for Sebastian to try and follow Garreth’s plan. Garreth was going to take Nellie Oggspire to the ball, so he wanted Sebastian to take you to ensure no one with ulterior motives did. According to dating expert, Eric Northcott, you would be riddled with jealousy seeing Garreth with someone else. Then the day after the ball, he’d go up to you and confess his feelings. After seeing how he had other options, he’d be all the more desirable and you’d be over the moon to be chosen by him.

Sebastian felt like the plan was missing a few steps, or maybe had too many wrong ones to begin with. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to - oh, I don’t know - just go with the person you like to begin with?” He tried not to sound smart, but of course he sounded smart.

“It’s genius, Sebastian. You just don’t get it.”

“Evidently not.” He exhaled, looking back to his notes. But, now that he thought about it, he did need a date. He’d had tunnel vision on research for Anne’s curse, the ball had snuck up on him. There wasn’t anyone else who had popped up in his head to ask either. He had been a bit too preoccupied for anyone to catch his eye in that way.

He thought back to every interaction he’d had with you, which wasn’t many. You had held your own against him well enough while dueling in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but he couldn’t know for sure how good you were. He had held back greatly considering you had just learned levioso and you were using a second hand wand. The only other time he could remember was when you two were partnered in potions class. There wasn’t a whole lot of getting to know each other then either. Still being so new to the magic world, you asked him endless questions about that day’s brew. He thought it a fine quality for someone to have, eager to learn rather than quick to dismiss what you didn’t understand. You were pretty easy on the eyes too.

Sebastian rubbed at his brows with his thumb and forefinger. “Alright, Weasley. I don’t get this plan but I’ll do it. Now if you’ll excuse me,” Sebastian closed up his notes. “I’m off to get a date to the ball apparently.”

How could I be so stupid to think Garreth liked me in that way? You inwardly chided yourself. The sting of finding out he had asked Nellie Oggspire to the ball still hadn’t dissipated. The way he had treated you so kindly lately had you certain he was going to ask you to the ball. But not only did he ask someone else, he had noticeably distanced himself from you out of nowhere. You weren’t sure what you did that seemed to upset him, but you didn’t have the time to chase after him and find out. You were already behind enough as it was, maybe the space between you two would help you catch up and get focused.

You hummed a song as you tended to the carnivorous plants in the greenhouse. You usually would have the energy to at least lightly sing some of the words for them, knowing they enjoyed music. But today, you didn’t have the gusto.

The greenhouse door opening and shutting pulled your attention and your humming ceased. You peeked over your shoulder. “Hello, Sebastian. How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you.” He answered as he made his way over, becoming suddenly nervous. He realized he didn’t have a plan on what to say as soon as he was alone with you.

Just as you were about to bring your focus back to the plants, you remembered you had wanted to speak with him. “Oh! I’m glad you’re here, I've been thinking about you recently.”

He stopped in his tracks and a blush crept up his neck. You’ve been thinking of me? “Oh?” Was all he could get himself to say.

“Yes.” You nodded enthusiastically, setting down your gardening tools and walking up to him. You brought yourself close and it put him on edge a bit. Keeping your voice low, you asked, “Do you think you could help me get into the uh -” You glanced at the door making sure it was closed all the way, “restricted section sometime soon?”

“Huh.” He didn’t know what he expected you to say to him, but it certainly wasn’t that. He was taken aback by your request, but, even more so, he was intrigued. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Seems I’ve got a reputation if even you’ve heard about my excursions. Whatever for, may I ask?”

“A book on ancient magic, that’s all I know unfortunately. Have you come across any such thing? Do you know where it would be down there?”

Now you had really piqued his interest. He had been trying to look into ancient magic himself lately for Anne. “Hmm. I’ve come across some passages here and there. But I don’t recall seeing any books solely on ancient magic.”

“Ah.” You said, disappointed.

“But another trip to look wouldn’t hurt.” He said quickly. “No matter how much Madam Scribner disagrees. I can get you down there this weekend.”

Your eyes lit up. “Will you? Oh thank you, Sebastian. You have no idea how much you’d be helping me out, you’d be my hero for this.”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, getting a little bashful at the thought of being ‘your hero’, even just a small one that helped you find a book. “Don’t mention it.”

“No seriously, thank you. I’m sorry I have to drag you into helping me at all.” You exhaled, frustrated. “I mean what even is the point of a restricted section? You’d think a proper magical education would include all magic, none of this some are fine, some are off limits nonsense.”

His eyes widened a bit, words seeming to evade him. Seems a kindred spirit may have been closer than he realized.

“Look at me rambling on, now I’m just venting.” You shook your head. “I distracted you from what you needed to do in here, I apologize. I’ll let you get to it.” You went to return to the plants but Sebastian grabbed at your wrist to stop you.

“I came here to find you actually.” You faced him again and he cleared his throat, releasing you. “Garreth told me you’d be in here.”

You tried not to look bitter at the mention of Garreth. “What can I do for you?”

How does one go about asking another to a ball? Especially when it wasn’t his idea. He at least knew it wouldn't be very endearing to mention that part. Maybe he didn’t need to overcomplicate it. Just get the basic idea out, then embellish if asked anything further. “The upcoming ball. Would you like to go with me?”

The surprise was clear as day on your face, but it was a pleasant surprise, Sebastian was relieved to note. Was he holding his breath?

Sebastian Sallow was asking you to the ball? You weren’t against the idea, not at all. Sebastian Sallow of all people, who would have thought? The two of you had never really spoken, to be honest you didn’t think he knew your name.

“Y - Yes, I would actually.” You smiled at him, looking genuinely glad he asked you.

He huffed out a breathy laugh and began to feel giddy. Calm down, Sallow. It’s not like this is someone you’ve been pining for. He tried to inwardly deflate himself. This was the first real conversation he’d had with you, how could he possibly feel so elated to you saying ‘yes’ to him? Just happy to have a date to the ball, that must be it.

“That’s -” He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. “That’s all I needed, I suppose. So, I’ll be off.” He said, staying in place and shifting on his feet. He didn’t want to leave the greenhouse, he realized. “See you this weekend?”

You nodded your head, a smile still gracing your lips. “You will.”

Sebastian returned your smile, then went to leave. When he opened the door, he took one last glance at you before he stepped out. His stomach jumped seeing you still looking at him, a little thrilled you were staring after him. He wanted to say something more, but couldn’t think of anything quick enough. He gave a small bow of his head in goodbye, then left the greenhouse.

Was it supposed to be this thrilling when a boy you barely spoke to asked you to a ball?

Sebastian rubbed at his jaw as he made his way out of the herbology wing, his face was starting to hurt from grinning so hard. He was thinking he should write down a list of all the books he’d come across that mentioned ancient magic for you. Just in case you were interested.

He was so deep in thought he hadn’t noticed Garreth watch him leave the greenhouse and walk up behind him.

“How did it go? Is the plan on?” Garreth asked, breaking Sebastian from his thoughts.

Oh right, the plan. Sebastian thought it was more idiotic by the second, but it got him a date with someone he hadn’t realized he had some things in common with, so it couldn’t be that bad. He stopped walking and faced Garreth, glancing over the red head’s shoulder to make sure you weren’t coming out of the greenhouse. “Sure, it’s on. What now?”

“Brilliant.” Garreth was ecstatic. “Now all I have to do is keep my distance until the ball’s over.”

Sebastian seemed to like the sound of that. “Uh - right. Good thinking. Well, best be off.” Sebastian turned to make his way to his dorm, keen on getting that book list started for you.

“You’re a real one for this, Seb!” Garreth called after him.

Without looking back, Sebastian gave him a thumbs up.

Would he look overeager having brought the list of books and this enchanted bag? Merlin, he hoped not. He was already waiting for you outside the library, a little too late to have that regret.

He pushed up off the wall he was leaning against when he saw you approach. “You’re here.” He said, as if he were a little shocked you were actually going through with this.

“Don’t look so surprised.” You spoke in a hushed tone and smirked. “What’s that you’ve got there?” You asked, looking down at the bag and parchment in his hands.

“Oh, it’s - I was thinking - In case you wanted to take any more books that mention ancient magic while we’re down there, you could put them in here. It’s an enchanted bag that can fit just about anything.”

Your eyes widened, it was very thoughtful of him to go out of his way for you like that. “You’re joking. You didn’t have to do this.” You went up and took the items from him, looking over the list and taking a peek inside the bag.

You were right. He didn’t have to. But for whatever reason, he really wanted to. Why did I want to?

“I usually bring one anyway. It was no trouble.” The first part was a lie. “Now, do you know the disillusionment spell?”

It was way too late in the night when Sebastian returned to his dorm room. But he wasn’t tired, not at all, not after what you and him had just gone through to get that book.

After kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his robes, he slid into bed easily. He folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, already nostalgic for the night he just had with you.

You were… Wow, you were something. Sneaking into the restricted section with you was already riveting. Going through all the books on that list he made and glancing over them together had stirred him. You two stood close while he pointed out the relevant passages he had found, and you listened attentively, as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. But when you two had found that ancient magic vault, he was done for. What an adventure that was!

He had so many emotions about it all. Discovering that ancient magic still existed had him ecstatic, he knew there were untouched areas of magic to explore further for Anne. And watching you wield it as if you had done so your whole life had him overwhelmed with hope, hope he was sure his uncle was nearly successful in getting rid of. And to top it off, exploring that vault and fighting giant guardian statues alongside you was… Wow! It was the first time he’d felt so alive since Anne got cursed.

How could someone like you have been under his nose this whole time? He thought back to when you were partnered in potions class, had he really been so blind even then? He couldn’t be wasting any more time. He only had a few weeks until the ball and Garreth would be pulling all the stops to make you his.

Sebastian sneaked glances at you during breakfast. You seemed to be busy finishing up some last minute homework, every now and then taking a bite of your toast. Had you always made simple acts look this endearing? Even the face you made while you fixated on your homework had his insides warming like a first year with a crush.

Your gaze lifted from your writing to look around the dining hall in thought. Your eyes landed on him, and he immediately wanted to die, embarrassed he got caught staring. But then you smiled at him, and he didn’t want to die anymore. He smiled back and you went back to your homework.

Gathering your belongings, you got up from your seat and made your way over to him. He got antsy as he watched you approach, but he was able to keep an air of calm.

“Sebastian, could I steal you for a moment?” You asked in a hushed tone.

“Of course.” Stop sounding so eager, you buffoon. He got up and followed you until you were just out of hearing distance from everyone else.

“I got a lead on where the book’s missing pages are. And I um - Well, I -”

Sebastian eyed you as you started shuffling your feet. Are you nervous?

“I was wondering - you know, since we worked so well together getting the book - if you’d like to come with me to get them? No need to feel like you have to! I just thought -”

“Absolutely, I’m coming with you.” He found himself saying.

An ecstatic look formed on your features, but you tried to bite it back. “Great, I’ll meet you after dinner tonight.”

Sebastian gave you a nod, trying to hold back an enthusiasm of his own.

You held your books closer to you as you started to take your leave, but you stopped suddenly, remembering something. “Oh, Sebastian. Before I forget.” You had his full attention again as you dug around in your robes pocket. “Ah, here it is.” You held out a shrivelfig to him, giving him a look of go on, take it.

He took it gingerly from your hand and looked at you, bewildered.

“You mentioned you spent the last of your money on a shrivelfig to try out for Anne, but your uncle destroyed it.”

Sebastian lifted his brows, amazed you had remembered such a thing. “Thank you.” He said, meaning it more than you knew.

“It’s the least I can do for all your help.” You waved him off. “I’ve been growing some anyway, and I’ve got more on the way if you ever need.” You were getting jumpier by the second and knew you had to get out of there before you made an idiot of yourself. “See you tonight.”

He was about to speak but you rushed off before he could get anything out. He looked down at the shrivelfig and turned it in his hand. You’d only been speaking a few days, and he already had it bad for you.

All too soon, it was the night of the ball, the last night he’d have with you before Garreth’s plan came to an end and he’d try to make you his. He wanted to enjoy it. He wondered if he should confront Weasley, but what would the point be if you didn’t have feelings for him any way? You and Garreth had been close for a majority of the year, while you and Sebastian only had these last few weeks together… these wondrous, extraordinary, marvelous few weeks.

He leaned up against the wall with his hands in his pockets as he waited. Nellie Oggspire had just walked down the steps and linked arms with Garreth. The red head gave him a knowing nod of his head as he passed, and Sebastian nodded back, trying not to tip him off that anything was amiss.

He glanced back up at the stairs to see if the person who just arrived was you. He saw it wasn’t and looked back down. Wait, yes it is! He shot up off the wall and stood up straight. He hardly recognized you, you cleaned up so wonderfully. He found you plenty attractive in your day-to-day getups already, yet you still managed to bring yourself up another level? Your smile at him as you walked down the steps was a spell in its own right. That’s not fair. He wanted to whine.

He met you at the bottom of the stairs, holding out his hand for you to take as you walked down the last few steps. He kept his eyes on yours as he kissed your knuckles. The feel of his lips on your skin had you weak, thankfully he held out his arm for you to take. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind if you leaned on him a bit.

The two of you looked out to the great hall, admiring how everything had been redone for the ball. Sebastian caught sight of Garreth gawking at you like he was in pain. Pushing Garreth to the back of his mind, he glanced back at you and was relieved you didn’t seem to notice the green eyed boy.

He cleared his throat, trying to forget Weasley existed. “Would you like to dance?”

“Yes, please.” You smiled sweetly. Dancing was the best next step. Your nerves were wild within you holding onto Sebastian like this, no way you would have been able to keep still.

He guided you to the dance floor and twirled you before bringing you into the proper waltz stance, just as you hoped he would. You looked up at him, holding each other a bit closer than what was probably appropriate for a school dance, and wondered how you two could possibly be so in sync after only a few weeks of getting to know each other.

You had never thought yourself to be a great dancer. But somehow, with Sebastian in the lead, you felt as if you had suddenly become an expert. It must have been all the dueling the two of you had done together, that was practically a dance in and of itself. Being constantly aware of where the other was at all times, covering each other’s blind spots, not allowing one misstep to let the other get a scratch on them.

Neither of you had any idea how many songs you danced through. If you had the stamina, you two remained on the dance floor. Sebastian couldn’t recall ever liking dancing this much, couldn’t recall ever liking it in the slightest. But you seemed to bring it out of him, he wasn’t complaining.

It wasn’t until Sebastian started to overheat in his coat that he realized how long the two of you had been going. “I don’t want to stop but I need to take this off.” He huffed with a laugh, slowing the two of you down to a stop. He hated that he had to throw off the momentum at all.

“It’s alright.” You panted. “I need to run to the washroom anyway. Grab us some drinks for when I’m back!” You called to him as you sped off, wanting to return as soon as possible.

Garreth caught Sebastian’s dreamy stare as he watched you walk off. He excused himself from Nellie to get drinks at the same time as him.

Sebastian didn’t seem to notice Garreth approach, too caught up in getting a glass for you and him, a pleased smile on his face. Garreth cleared his throat to grab his attention and Sebastian’s gaze shot up, his smile faltering. “Evening.” Garreth said, eyeing him.

“Evening.” Sebastian replied innocently, hoping that was the end of it. With drinks in hand, he went and found the table with your names on it. Garreth, forgetting drinks for him and Nellie, followed close in pursuit. Once he set down your glasses, Sebastian shrugged off his jacket then placed it on the back of the chair. All the while, wishing Garreth would take a hint and sod off.

“Look Sallow. I’m grateful you’re helping me out, but could you tone it down a bit? You two uh… really seem to be enjoying yourselves.” He glanced at the entrance to make sure you weren’t coming back yet, then turned back to Sebastian. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make a move.” Garreth chuckled amicably, but Sebastian could still hear the warning in it.

“Garreth, relax. It's all a part of the plan.” He’d say anything to keep Garreth away from you that night. “Don’t wuss out now and ruin all your progress. Now off you go, back to Nellie, distance makes the heart grow fonder and such.” He shooed.

Garreth gave him one last uneasy glance, then went on his way.

Sebastian sat himself down while he waited for you. Catching his breath and trying to recover so he’d be ready to dance again when you returned. He looked up towards the entrance and locked eyes with you as you made your way back. You smiled at each other, both thankful there was still plenty of the night left to go.

Ominis put his hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, giving a quick whistle to grab his attention. Sebastian glanced up then down at the flask he was expertly sneaking to him.

“Ominis, you bad bad boy.” Sebastian laughed. Looking back at you, he smoothly took it from him. He hid it in his lap as you arrived and slid into the seat next to him. He realized then, he wouldn’t have any if you didn’t.

“You better give me some of that.”

He also realized he’d gladly share. Sebastian was slightly aroused at seeing this misbehaving side of yours, how sly you were when holding your glass under the table for him to pour some of the flask in. He then swiftly poured some into his glass under the table as well, then put the cap back on to give back to Ominis.

“If anyone suspects anything, you and I had a fight and didn’t speak to each other at all tonight.” Ominis slid the flask back into his coat and left to join Isaac Cooper’s side.

“Bet I can get it down smoother than you can.” You teased, holding up your glass to cheers with his.

“Can you now?” Sebastian brought up his glass, clinking it with yours. You linked your arm with his and then brought the glass to your lips. He did the same, and you two chugged, keeping your eyes locked.

The both of you handled it about the same, faces only contorting marginally at the dreadful taste. It wasn’t much, but downing it as you both had could get you a slight buzz.

“Do this often, do you?” You and Sebastian released each other, setting down your glasses and standing.

“I had a life before Hogwarts, believe it or not.” You chuckled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you back out towards the dance floor.

The musicians shifted the tone from elegant waltzing music to exhilarant jig music, a vocalist joining in to sing some well known shanties. You and Sebastian joined in the crowd of students, singing and swaying along.

With the buzz still warm on your cheeks as you stood side by side in the crowd, he threw an arm around you. You gladly wrapped an arm around him as well, reaching your other hand up to hold onto his on your shoulder. This was one of the greatest nights of his life.

Both you and Sebastian were exhausted. Try as you might, you couldn’t stay any longer. You were both worn thin, your night had been incredible.

“Ow.” You whined groggily, resting a hand on the nearest wall.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian shrugged on his coat then put a hand on your shoulder, looking you up and down in concern.

“My shoes are brand new and I didn’t break them in before tonight. My feet are killing me.” You laughed.

A smirk formed on his face as an idea popped in his head. He moved in front of you and bent his knees slightly. He gestured with his head towards his back. “Up you go.” He said.

Your eyes widened slightly as you stared at him, amused. Then, without another word, you hopped on his back, wrapping your arms and legs around him.

“Where to?” He asked as he gripped your thighs and walked on easily.

Holding on tight, you remembered you had a few magical beasts to feed and brush before bed.

As Sebastian carried you to the room of requirement, he was feeling bubble headed in the best way. He hitched you up higher, more out of his bustling nerves than feeling like he didn’t have a good enough hold on you. You rested your cheek against the side of his head, and he didn’t care if you could feel his cheeky grin about it or not.

The two of you arrived all too soon even though you took the long way, avoiding taking any floos. Sebastian was beyond disappointed the door didn’t show up, he was hoping this time would be different when you said it never showed up when someone else was with you. He may not have known exactly what the two of you would do in there, but you would be alone, with no chance of anyone else bothering you. A big part of it would have been validation he wasn’t just anyone you’d brought around. He wanted to be someone special, the only one the room felt worthy to let in with you.

“I suppose this is where I leave you.” He began sheepishly, letting you down gently from his back. You looked delightedly at one another and he ran an anxious hand through his hair. “I had a really great time tonight.”

Your insides went into a tizzy. “Me too.” You beamed at him. You didn’t want to end this night or part ways with him. “So I uh - I know it’s late, are you sure you still want to help me tomorrow morning? I understand if you’d rather sleep in.” You didn’t doubt he would come with you the next day, you just wanted to hear him tell you he wouldn’t miss it.

“Of course I’m sure. I’ll be there.” He unknowingly took a step towards you, the two of you drifting closer without thinking.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling like a dope. “Good. I’m glad to hear it.”

You two stood in coy silence for a moment, wanting the other to say something, anything to keep your night going a bit longer. “Well, I should get going so the room can appear for you, shouldn’t I?” He chuckled awkwardly, still not making any sort of move to take his leave.

“Ah, right.” You nodded your head, glancing briefly at the wall then looking back at him. You went in to hug him goodbye and he didn’t hesitate to hug you back. You held each other firmly in each other’s arms for a few seconds, then let go, smiles still painfully plastered on your faces. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You told him.

“Bright and early.” He assured.

“Bright and early.” You repeated, no longer caring if you looked like a flushing mess. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The two of you looked at each other for another moment, staying in place and becoming jumpy. You both went in for another hug, holding each other closer and longer this time, letting each other’s warmth envelope you. He took in your scent as you nuzzled your face against his neck.

“Goodnight.” He said again in a whisper.

You released each other, your faces temptingly close for a brief moment until you stepped back. He remained facing you as he started taking small, reluctant steps backwards to leave.

He watched as the smile faded from your face and you eyed him as if you were dispirited he was leaving. He stopped in his tracks, and a starved look took over your features. He was sure his face was doing the exact same thing.

You launched at one another, fusing your lips together. It was such a dizzying collision, the two of you weren’t really aware of where your hands were. The only thing that was clear was that they were on each other, holding the other close while roaming all over. Somehow, Sebastian had gotten you pressed up against the wall. He needed help keeping upright while his mouth moved in earnest, gasping and sighing along with yours.

Sebastian Sallow’s weight against you was something you never knew you needed. You bit at his bottom lip and sucked, hoping that would keep him anchored to you. A deep, muffled “mmh” noise escaped him and it was the most intoxicating sound.

He pulled back slightly to look at you then, eyes going over your features as he caught his breath. He couldn’t help but drag his fingers lightly down your cheek as you looked back at him, just as breathless.

He returned his lips to yours, taking it sweet and slow then. This time, he didn’t want to be dizzy, he wanted to be sturdy and in his right mind tasting you. Your hands felt so soft as they cupped his neck. A tingling sensation went down his spine when they slowly slid up to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair.

You were so lost in one another, that if anyone were to walk by you’d have no idea, no sense to pull away anyway.

Sebastian walked down to the Slytherin common room in a whimsical haze, humming each one of the songs he danced with you to that night. His lips felt swollen from all your kisses, it was wonderful.

His dreamy state came to an abrupt end when he found Garreth pacing frantically in front of the Slytherin Common room. The red head looked up at his arrival and his eyes went wide.

“There you are!” Garreth strode up to him and Sebastian got in a readied stance with his feet. “Where were you?! I saw you two leave and the way you were looking at each other all night and - Oh please tell me you didn’t do anything.”

Sebastian avoided his gaze. He didn’t feel for a second that Garreth should be with you instead, but damn him if he didn’t feel a little sorry for the poor fool.

“Sallow?” Garreth felt like he was going to be sick, but he held out the tiniest bit of hope. If Sebastian said nothing happened between you two, he’d run with it and never look back.

Man up and tell it to him straight. Sebastian took a deep breath and lifted his chin, physically and mentally preparing to get punched, he’d let Weasley have that much. “We kissed. We’re going to start seeing each other.”

Garreth’s eyes went wild, and he let out an incredulous guffaw. “Are you now? Well that’s just brilliant, isn’t it?!” It wasn’t really directed at him, Sebastian noticed. Garreth began pacing back and forth, looking as if he was going mad. “Why in Merlin’s name did I listen to that knobhead?! Hey Northcott, did you know spending time with someone and treating them right works? Who would have guessed?!” He looked back at Sebastian then, he clenched his hand into a fist like he was going to deck him. “I ought to bash your face in, Sallow. But right now, I’m more itching to have a word with Northcott. Best watch your back, I’m not done with you.”

Sebastian released the breath he was holding as Garreth stormed off. He could take him in a duel no problem, but he’d better keep a close eye on his food and drinks for a while.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x gn reader #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x mc

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fredwardart · 2 months ago

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formula E drivers and their stethoscopes

@watercolor-hearts and I discussed what stethoscopes each driver would use after they created a list for Formula 1 drivers. then we had the ideas for formula e drivers (+ André and James) so I made a list. Thanks to V for creating the collages!

André Lotterer - Littmann CORE Digital Stethoscope 8572 - High Polish Rainbow, Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Black & Black - Red Stem.

He’d want a digital one to save it for later. And the rainbow chest piece is obvious (for the gay in him). Sleek black with a hint of dark red is perfect for our war criminal.

Jev - MDF procardial® titanium adult cardiology stethoscope - cheetah/blackout.

Like Cheetah the cat.

Mitch Evans - MDF acoustica® stethoscope - white/black.

When I think of jaguar I think of Mitch. The colours remind me of him.

Nick Cassidy - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Hunter Green

I just looked at it and thought, oh yeah, he’d look good with that.

Maximilian Günther - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: High Polish Rainbow & Navy Blue - Black Stem, Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Ceil Blue (suggested by V).

Maserati prince. Rainbow chest piece gives gay vibes.

James Rossiter - MDF MD one® adult stethoscope - white/perla noire, Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Satin Alabaster Tube

The vibe. Simple but a little bit posh, sophisticated. He likes the white.

Sam Bird - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - orange

The orange suits him.

Stoffel Vandoorne - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - green/blackout

It's illegal how good he looks in green.

Robin Frijns - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - graffiti/blackout, Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Smoke & Lime Green - Blue Stem

Given the pokemon obsession I feel like robin would like this one. can also imagine the green to rep Envision.

Edo Mortara - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - pink glitter/rose gold

Girl dad. I think he would love the pink and would enjoy using it.

Sacha Fenestraz - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - sunflower

A sunny personality that would look great with flowers.

Nyck De Vries - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - tie dye

Sunny personality, a bit of fun away from his on track crimes. He’d look cute with it.

Oliver Rowland - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - white glitter/rose gold

Another girl dad. Secure enough in his masculinity to own the glitter. I was imagining red glitter, but this is close enough.

António Félix da Costa - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Black & Black - Red Stem

I think he’d like the black with a surprise bit of red. Porsche vibes.

Nico Müller - Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Turquoise

He looks good with this blue.

Jake Hughes -MDF sprague-x stethoscope - burgundy

Aston Villa FC vibes.

Sérgio Sette Câmara - Littmann Classic III Monitoring Stethoscope: Grey

Reminds me of the ERT. Subtle . Sort of quiet but still there.

Jehan Daruvala - Littmann Cardiology IV Diagnostic Stethoscope: Plum

Immediate thought was blue but I think he’d look good with plum.

Jake Dennis - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - paws

Jake loves his dog so He’d 100% get a paw print.

Sébastien Buemi - MDF MD one® epoch® titanium adult stethoscope - vulcan - carbon fiber/blackout

“Its dark, like my soul.”

Pascal Wehrlein - Littmann Master Cardiology Stethoscope: All Black

Dark and mysterious. Gives me his vibe.

Dan Ticktum - MDF procardial® titanium cardiology stethoscope - poseidon - carbon fiber/blackout

He'd go for this purely because he thinks it looks cool.

Norman Nato - Littmann Master Cardiology Stethoscope: Burgundy

He just looks like he'd suit it.

Lucas Di Grassi - Littmann Lightweight II SE Nurses Stethoscope: Black

I didn’t put much thought into this one lmao. Could imagine him using it.

these are all my personal opinion so there is literally nothing proving this, was just a bit of fun. If you have any other ideas though let me know. Hope you enjoyed! :)

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persephone11110 · 1 year ago

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Three Chances

Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell Reader

Warnings: past parental death, grief, someone dies, past funeral,mention of pneumonia—lung damage surgery ,childhood friends/ex bfs->almost lovers, unintentionally self harm?(bradley takes a scolding hot shower) mentions of catholic religion( in my story i gave a carole a catholic background), medical inaccuracy!!—i am not doctor

Summary: What thats saying again?— death pulls people apart and together. Together, after 10 years plus you and Bradley mends your relationship. Apparently it took death to draw you both back together.. unfortunately you both were to late. or 2 times bradley should’ve told the reader how much he loves her and one time he’s too late.

bradley calls her sunny

unfortunately mav still pulled bradley’s papers

AN: I needed to write a death fic, i honestly can’t help it, also summary sucks, i liked writing a 2+1 fic so im doing it again. also she dies right before the mission— tbh i read somewhere on google that people do typically tend to die from pneumonia if left undetected/untreated. Also also Idk if a nurse has the power to take someone off life support?

1. 1999

It’s hurts hurts, really fucking hurts— the last thing Bradley Bradshaw wanted to do during his summer vacation is bury his mom. The last thing he wanted to do is stand over her casket and say goodbye. He didn’t want to do this again, Bradley’s already done this, thirteen years his dad was the one being buried.

I can’t cry, I wouldn’t cry. Bradley thinks while sliding on his suit without thought, his eyes are raw from spending the last previous hours sobbing into pilliow. He hates how the suits clings to back— sinking into his burnt back. He took a hot scolding shower at midnight, attempting to rid the thoughts of his mothers fragile body , her last words. “I love you Bradley Bradshaw”, even in Carole’s weakened mindset she still recognized her son.

Bradley painfully rolls his shoulders back, memories of the sight of his dead father wasn’t something he needed right now. He’s walking into the church and he’s met with dozens of people yet the only face he can and wants to make out is you. Y/n Mitchell, a.k.a sunny.

He’s touched by many people—shoulder grabs, pats on the back: Uncle Maverick pressing a kiss into the side of his head, and Uncle Ice pulling him into tight hug. But you come from behind him, and tightly grabbing his hand with reassurance makes him teary eyed.

“Hey Sunny” Bradley bites his lips, shoving his emotins back down his throat. “Thanks for coming”.

You nodded solemnly, hating the reason you both were in church together. “Where else would I be Bradshaw”. you gripping his hand with yours.

“Kiddo”, Maverick come back to his godson and daughter— his own eyes red, the veins in his are more apparent you couldn’t tell if was exhaustion or sadness or both. “Hey Y/n”. he smiles sadly at you—the priest is ready when you are Brad”.

“I’m coming Uncle Mav, see you in a bit Sunny”. Bradley tightly grip’s your hand before walking away.

You twisted the rings on your fingers nervously, being a navy brat you’ve gotten accustomed to funerals. But seeing Aunt Carole in a casket wasn’t sight you needed or wanted to see. “Shut up Y/n, this isn’t about you”. you warned yourself, Bradley needs you, dad needs you. a thought rolled through your mind.

Bradley loved his mother to no end, but he’s grateful no asked for him to do the eulogy, he didn’t think anyone wanted to hear him sob in between words, hear him stutter through the whole speech. If he was being honest Bradley didn’t have the heart to do so. He didn’t have the guts to stand next to dead mother casket, spewing loving words about her.

“May Carole Anne Bradshaw rest in peace”.

You slip your hand back into Bradley’s hand.“Chicken”, you whispered into his ear, in return you earn a small smile.

“Sunshine”. he whispers back to you.

He so badly wanted to say something else, maybe the words I love you were to slipping from his lips.

I love Y/n Mitchell.

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2. 2002

“Bullshit!”. You loved Bradley but ever since Aunt Carole died he gotten more angrier, his temper bubbling up like lava and exploding on everything around him including you. It’s not his fault the death of two parents can and will change someone inevitably, losing and burying your mother the end of freshman year isn’t fun. You just wished he wasn’t taking it out on you too.

“Shit Sunny I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snap at you”, he pulled you into his strong arms.

You step back from the kitchen doorway, after flinching from Bradley yelling you almost drop a box of old pictures.

“Bradley—”.

“Dont even go there with me, you allowed me to fall in love with the idea of flying all for you strip it from me!”. “I trusted you, I loved you how could you do this to me?”.

“You know thats not true”. Maverick tries to get through to him. “Baby Goose”.

“No, No! you don’t get to call me that not ever, and I don’t want your fucking lame ass excuses”. Bradley voice reaches to higher octave. You ponder if you should move in and stop what’s happening but you can’t. Your feet are glued to the floor.

“I fucking hate you!”, he yells, “I don’t what with you and Bradshaws and death— but i’m not dying either”. Your too astonished to move, and much to your dismay your dad doesn’t deny it.

He side steps dad, leaving him alone in the kitchen— leaving him to deal with the impact of his hurtful words.

Tears rapidly fall from your face,“Don’t go Bradshaw”, your voice is wobbly, too much sadness is rising in your throat.

He paused and almost turns around as if he thought about it.“Fuck you and Uncle Mav, why did I ever talk to you Y/n?”. A seconds passes and its all a blur as you watched Bradley leave and his pickup truck backfires.

A sob rips from your mouth, your knees buckled from under you. Your father strong arms instantly wrap around you as you sob into his chest. Your pretty sure this was first time you’ve seen dad cry so openly.

I fucking hate you Y/n Mitchell.

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3. 2022

“Can you hang on for bit sweetheart?”, Maverick whispers, holding Sunny’s hand. “Bradley not here yet—he needs a chance to say goodbye”

This wasn’t supposed to happen, Maverick Mitchell wasn’t supposed be standing in a hospital with his unconscious daughter infront of him. He wished he could switch places with her.

The surgery was going to help her, it was going to remove the fluid from her lungs. Maverick thought back to when Sunny kept waving off her fluid induced cough.“Dad I’m fine, It’s just a little cough”.

It wasn’t a little cough, it wasn’t a small little cold either. Each and everytime you coughed your chest felt like it was rattling— your practically destroyed your voice from coughing so much.

“Y/n, sweetie don’t you think it’s time to visit a doctor?”, your dad eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Dad I’m going to be fine, I just need to keep taking medicine and I’ll be good as new in a week or two”.

Y/n wasn’t good as new, her stubborn streak kept her from being treated properly— it took her fainting from her collasped lungs to be in a hospital room.“Y/n what were you thinking?”, Maverick questioned his daughter for the millionth time.

“Captain Mitchell”, a gentle voice pulled him out of his thoughts.“A man by the name of Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw is here as a visitor”.

Maverick hastily wiped the tears from his face, “H-he can come in”.

“Uncle Mav”, Bradley starts— his voice to brittle for his liking.

“Baby Goose”.Maverick murmured and Bradley doesn’t dare and snap at him and tell him he hasn’t been baby goose in over twenty years. He doesn’t have the heart to yell at his griefing uncle— despite how angry he is at Maverick, he knows right now it isn’t the best time to dwell on their differences.

Maverick takes in his godson appearance, his hair is all over the place, purple eyebags under his eyelids— stained tear tracks. The one thing that stood the most out to Maverick was how much guilt was in Bradley’s eyes even in the way he stood.

“Oh God”, Bradley can’t reel in his emotions like he normally does. Too much guilt and anger is eating at him.“Im so sorry Sunny”. Bradley’s words are rolling off his tongue after holding them in for over a decade.

“Brad c’mere”, Maverick gently drops Y/n’s hand back down to her side. “It’s okay Baby Goose”. Maverick pulls Bradley into a hug.

“But Mav, I’ve never apologized to her, I never told her I loved her”. Maverick releases Bradley from his arms.

“Trust me kiddo, she knows— Y/n never faulted you”. Maverick stares at the machine next to him. Maverick knew—he knew Y/n was about to go home. He again let go of her hand and pressed the red button her bed.

The same nurse appears at the door. Bradley catches her name tag—Nurse June. “Captain Mitchell, Lieutenant Bradshaw— are we ready— Is she ready?”

“Yeah she is”. Maverick whispered to her.

“Ok”, Nurse June simply says with a small smile.

Bradley’s sitting on the bed to Y/n’s left— holding her hand. “I love you Sunny Mitchell”, he picks up her hand, and places a kiss onto it.

Maverick moves in a puts a kiss onto your head. “Your okay Y/n— I promise we’ll be okay”, Maverick swore to you.

The numbers on the machine start to drop— a sign that death is ready to take you. Both Bradley and Maverick drag their eyes from the machine— wanting to look you instead.

You looked so peaceful as you were finally able to relax.

“Welcome home kiddo”Uncle Ice pulls you into a tight hug.

I really loved you Y/n Mitchell.

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradsaw x reader #pete mitchell #pete mitchell x reader

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menstitsbracket · 2 years ago

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A Big Announcement!

Votin's been closed for the past few hours, and after long deliberatin', we've come to an agreement on the roster, as nominated by y'all! Without any further hullabaloo, I wanna introduce y'all to the seeds, as follows!

Dennis Reynolds, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

James T. Kirk, Star Trek

Dan Cain, Reanimator

Ronald "Mac" McDonald, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Clark Kent, Superman

Jonathan Joestar, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Jean-Pierre Polnareff, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Kazuma Kiryu, Yakuza

Genjirou Tanigaki, Golden Kamuy

Steve Rogers, Captain America

Harry de Bois, Disco Elysium

Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun

Joseph Joestar, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stardust Crusaders

Elim Garak, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Sakata Gintoki, Gintama

Chidi Anagonye, The Good Place

Yamato, One Piece

Dio Brando, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Ash Williams, Evil Dead

Ryuji Goda, Yakuza

Logan "Wolverine" Howlett, X-Men

Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher

Shockwave, Transformers

Spock, Star Trek

Izzy Hands, Our Flag Means Death

Serizawa Katsuya, Mob Psycho 100

Dick Gumshoe, Ace Attourney

Big Boss, Metal Gear Solid

Kaiman, Dorohedoro

Iron Bull, Dragon Age

All that bein' said, we've got a few honorable mentions!

Martin K. Blackwood

Doc Ock

Venom Snake

Kojirou "Joe" Nanjo

Roronoa Zoro

Xemnas

Lexaeus

Sam Winchester

Bruce "Batman" Wayne

Terry Bogard

Nandor the Relentless

Alucard

Toji Fushiguro

Jirou Tomitake

Barret Wallace

Colossus

Shimada Death

Sig Curtis

All Might

Chris "Peacemaker" Smith

Senshi

Guts

Son Goku

Johnny Bravo

And finally, in no particular order, the TWELVE (12) men that'll be competin' for the spots of Wildcard #1 and Wildcard #2! The votin' for these two'll be startin' at about 10 PM Central Time, so keep your eyes on that, y'hear? We just couldn't decide between these utter specimens of heavage, so we're lettin' 'em ALL in, and y'all gotta figure it out for y'allselves.

The Wildcard Candidates are:

N'Jadaka "Erik" Killmonger, Black Panther

Shannan, Fire Emblem

Uzui Tengen, Demon Slayer

Chris Redfield, Resident Evil

Blade, Blade

Belial, Grandblue Fantasy

Gladiolus Amacitia, Final Fantasy

Surtr, Tokyo Afterschool Summoners

Askr, Fire Emblem

Sang-Hwa, Last Train to Busan

Mitch "Muscle Man" Sorenstein, Regular Show

Sol Badguy, Guilty Gear

I wanna thank y'all for your mighty fine support up 'till now, and I humbly request y'all wait just a bit longer before the real main event! See y'all later, and rest easy.

Also, an annoyed shout-out to the one who sent in Al-Haitham. Disqualified.

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kelloggjkellogg · 7 months ago

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PART 45: SPORTS CASUAL

For rural walks, relaxing by the quayside or enjoying drinks with old friends in on a pleasant sunny day then these leisure shirts in dacron/draylon (tm) paired with hard wearing yet lightweight denim jeans are just the thing.

Don wears... Hair: Luxury Party Shirt: helgatisha : Seo shirt and blazer (tumblr.com) Jeans: Base game Shoes: Base game

Mitch wears... Hair: Cats and Dogs Sideburns: Princess Maria and her Sims | More sideburns! I made some more because it’s... (tumblr.com) Shirt: Serenity X Enrique - Back To The 60s Collection, 22 items | Patreon Jeans: Cool Kitchen Stuff Shoes: Get Together

#1960s #decades challenge #sims 4 #1960s fashion

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littleharpethcrossfit · 1 year ago

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Sunday, 12 November, 2023.

Another in a long run of near perfect Fall Days at the Barn. It was sunny and 70 degrees for the 1 PM crew.

Warmup

4 Rounds

10 Banded Good Mornings

10 Plank Shoulder Taps

Strength

Deadlifts: 3 Reps EMOM X 10

(75 to 80%)

Ed=317 Mitch=315 Smoothie=225 Dana=215 Coach=195 Elisa/Kayla/Alicia/Sandy=105 Tripp=55 Robert/Timmy/Warren A/Tom/Linda/Bernie/WG=check mark

WOD

6 Rounds

12 Pullups

9 Deadlifts (185/145/105)

6 Box Jumps (24/20)

100m Farmers Walk (E=70/ 53/35) (2 KB's)

Linda=9:25 (No Farmers) Warren A/Tom=13:00 (No Farmers Alicia=15:08 Kayla=15:18 Tripp=15:57 Sandy=17:51 WG=18:03* Bernie=18:24 Robert=18:40* Smoothie=20:38 Ed=21:04 Dana=21:11** Timmy=21:55 Mitch=3 Rounds Elisa=4 Rounds Coach/Lew=Biked

Notes:

I'm sick of being sick. I've had some sort of viral ailment for over a week, and I think today was the worst day. I privately pride myself in never missing a day of doing "something", and October was a 100% month, but already this month I have missed 4 days. I have dragged myself to the Barn several days and done a crappy workout just to fill the day on my workout log. BTW, for all you who have worriedly inquired, I have tested COVID Negative.

My apologies to Mitch and any others who came today at 0930. I mistakenly posted the wrong time and changed it too late after Smoothie caught it.

My heartfelt thanks to the many assistant coaches who made the workout happen today. Miss's Esther and Linda of course, but they told me that Robert/Ed/Smoothie/WG helped a lot.

Tuesday at 4 PM.

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kayfabebabe · 2 years ago

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mitch, mein schatzi :)

songs 2, 14, 38, and 62 please!

[sledge] x

Danke schön, Mein Bärchen Sweet Sledge <3

They are:

Someone to Watch Over Me by Ella Fitzgerald (This is another song from the Mob AU playlist)

Down in the Willow Garden by Billie Joe Armstrong and Norah Jones

Sunny Afternoon by The Kinks

Band on the Run by Wings

#Ask Answered #Spotify Wrapped #The Human Speaks #Not Wrestling Related #Music #Danke Sweet Sledge <3

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freedomfireflies · 2 years ago

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Blurbs Masterlist!

Thought I'd add the blurbs to the main masterlist! And if you'd like to check them out (or need something to do while you pass the time in the bathroom), I've added them to this post, so they're all yours! You'll find some for Harry Styles, Dylan O'Brien, and Chris Evans!

Thank you again to everyone requesting, this is so much fun!

Main Masterlist (With full series)

~ Me? Jealous?

Best friend Harry

~ Rough and Loving It*

You tell Harry to get his anger out with you

~ How Do You Like Me Now?

Harry tells you he loves you more

~ Who Knew Olive Gardens Were Sexy?*

Makeup sex

~ Middle-Class Seats, First-Class Fun*

Meeting famous Harry on a flight

~ Soul Surfer

Scary Harry gets a scare

~ Speak Now

Best friends to lovers

~ Wet Dreams*

Harry catches you fucking yourself

~ Dangerous Games

Famous Harry is a PR nightmare

~ Harry in Subspace*

~ Showing Harry Around Hungary

~ I Don't Need You (But I Want You)*

Harry is your ex...but what's one last time?

~ Jealousy All Through the Weeknd

You and Harry run into your ex, Abel

~ Agent Dumbass

You get shot, Harry gets pissed

~ Stitch Me Up

Harry gets shot, You get pissed

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Harry get frisky in public

~ Sunny with a Chance of Stalking | Pt. 2

You find yourself behind bars with the very man accused of stalking you

~ I Think I'm Losing It

Pregnancy announcement on tour

~ Mirror, Mirror

Feeling a bit insecure

~ Maybe Harry's Not So Bad

You think Harry as having an affair

~ Ring, Ring! Hello? It's Horny*

You're feeling needy and call Harry while he's in a meeting

~ Lights, Camera...Angela?

Harry's director hits on him

~ And The Winner Is...*

Harry Wins a Grammy

~ Paging Dr. McHarry

You're a nurse and Harry needs help (Grey's Anatomy Crossover)

~ Harry in Your Highlight Reel | Pt. 2

Instagram concept

~ Keep Me*

Harry in subspace

~ Cruel and Unusual Punishment*

Harry keeps you strapped to a toy during his show

~ Better Not Pout*

The one where Harry isn’t leaving until he gets what he really came for.

~ Destiny

You see Harry for the last time

~ A Mother's Touch*

You and Harry celebrate Mother's Day

~ Always*

Harry Styles x Spencer Reid crossover

~ It Had to Be You*

Your ex-stepdad has something to tell you

~ The Walls Have Ears

Your best friend's brother, Harry, overhears something he shouldn't

~ No Tears Left To Cry

You and Harry get into an argument and he makes you cry

~ The Prism*

You, Harry, and Dylan go to a sex club

~ The First Time*

Your first time with Harry

~ Baby's First Baby

Harry tries to accept life and death

~ The Boy with Angel Wings

You and Harry roam the streets of Japan

~ Code Red

Harry is prepared to help with your period

~ Forevermore

Final show concept

Blurbs about Dylan and his different characters! (Gosh he's so pretty)

Dylan:

~ Getting Caught is Much More Fun*

Dylan wants a word...alone

~ Apple Orchards / Bon Iver Songs*

You and Dylan get frisky in public

~ Pillowtalk

You're secretly hooking up with the nerd...turns out, he's not so bad

~ Bathroom Briefing*

Secret meetings in the bathroom can be quite a bit of fun

~ The Prism*

You, Dylan, and Harry go to a sex club

Thomas:

~ Thomas the Angry Train

Thomas doesn't like your idea for the mission

~ Thomas the Angry Train pt. 2

You disobeyed his one order...and now you have to face his wrath

Mitch:

~ Alone Time Is Better With You*

You catch Mitch touching himself

~ One of Those Days*

You're having a bad day, but Mitch is there to make it better

Stiles:

~ Injured and Angsty*

Stiles hurt his wrist, but you're there to take care of him

~ Chaos, Strife, Pain...and You*

Turns out, Void feeds on more than chaos

~ Scott's a Peeping Tom

Scott catches you and Stiles making out

~ Now Let Me Hear You Cheer

Stiles can't get enough of your new cheer uniform

~ Tell Me a Secret

Stiles is rather secretive about his time at Eichen House

Richie:

~ Secrets, Sex, and Scandals pt. 1* | Pt. 2

You and Riche are sneaking around

~ Staying Out of Trouble*

Richie just can't help himself when it comes to you

Blurbs about Chris and his characters! Because everybody loves Chris!

Chris:

~ I Need You

You and Chris get into a fight, but neither of you can sleep until you've made it right

~ Have My Baby

Chris wants a future with you

~ Harry Styles Has Got Nothing On You

Chris is a little insecure about your past relationship

~ Make Me Your Future

Turns out, Chris needs a reminder on why you're his favorite

Full Masterlist

Credit for the amazing dividers to @firefly-graphics

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marmie-noir · 9 months ago

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Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Masterlist

Masterlist for my snippet series featuring the beautiful Mitch Keller. It is F!OC x Mitch Keller. Sunny Stevens sweeps into town and ends up mixed up with the mess Dwight brings with him.

The series will be loosely following the plot of the first season of Tulsa King, and will have violence, sex, and 18+ content. Please be aware of the content you consume!

1- The New Waitress

2- Stubborn

3- Rainbows, Sunshine, and Bruised Knuckles

4- Moonlight Cigarettes and Secrets

5- Good Girl

6- Secret Millionaire

7- Jealous

8- Jealous 2.0

9- Pretty Girls and Parolees

10- You Get It

11- There She Is

12- Missed Shots and Apricot Kisses

13- Scruff

14- Girl's Night Out

15- What else can you do?

16- Old and New Homes

17- Riding Practice

18- Magic Mike Audition

19- Bar Top Goodbyes

20- Stubborn Best Friends

21- Tension

22- Stick With Me

23- Cabaret, Confession, and Curses

Season Two:

Make Him Proud (And Michael)

The Gang goes to a Gala

Asks:

Mitch Keller Line Dancing

Taglist: (Ask if you'd like to be added!)

#mitch keller fanfiction #mitch keller #tulsa king #oneshots #drabbles #fanfic #garrett hedlund #female oc #bred2buck #Mitch Keller Smut #Lord help me

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months ago

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Love Song: Mitch Keller x Reader (Drabble)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @zaffirah @foxfables @spooky-librarian-ghost @wtfc-huh

Companion piece to:

Sunshine (NSFW) - You've always been the sunshine in Mitch's life.

Mitch can listen to you play for hours. Your delicate fingers plucking the strings of your guitar as you sit on a stool upon the stage and sing a song about falling in love, about how it feels like coming home, your gaze fixed upon his.

He can’t keep the smile of his face when you look at him like that, like you mean every single word that leaves your mouth. He wishes he could say he knows better but when it comes to you he’ll always lead with his heart, what’s left of it anyway.

He didn’t expect to see you tonight, hell he didn’t expect to see you ever again because last time you were here he’d been so high he’d barely registered you packing up your shit and leaving. He has a lot of shit to make up for when it comes to you, he wasn’t easy to live with back then but he’s clean now and things are different, he just hopes you believe that when he tells you.

When you appear at the bar after your set, you have his entire attention. Your hair’s grown out a little since he laid eyes on you, you’ve gone back to your natural colour. It looks so fucking pretty, that he wants to run his fingers through it as he kisses you under the neon lights behind the counter.

“Welcome home Sunny.” He says instead as he sets a beer down in front of you and you give him that smile, the one that lights up his entire world as you take a sip and say.

“It’s good to be back Mitch.”

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Writing Fine Line: Canyon Moon

A/N: Hey lovies!! What do we think about Harry’s House? Favorite songs? Tell me all the things 💚

SUMMARY: YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when they were put in a band together called One Direction. Since the band split up, YN and Harry have kept in close contact, may or may not have grown deeper feelings for one another and have continued to help each other create music. After having helped Harry with HS1, he has invited YN back again to Malibu to help make Fine Line. This was how Canyon Moon was made. (6.3K)

GENRE: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn,

WARNINGS: lil angsty?

side note: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary)

Since 2010 Masterlist Previous Song Here 🍄

It’s been two days since YN has taught Mitch her stoned solo from She and has helped produce the song to its completion.

YN had mentioned to Harry later that day about needing to go back to her house soon to give her overnight bag another refill before spending another week at Kid’s Malibu home. Although she drove herself, he offered her a ride over with no hesitation, taking the opportunity to suggest a mini road trip on their way to LA.

So now YN sits in the passenger seat of Harry’s yellow Ferrari with the windows down and a pair of red heart-shaped sunnies on her face.

Sea salt, The Flamingos, Tom Ford cologne.

Harry sneaks a couple of glances at her from time to time from under the protection of his Ray Bans. He can’t help but admire how beautiful she looks as she rests her chin on her crossed arms on the window sill, the wind blowing across her features as he drives them down the PCH. She looks peaceful, unbothered, and absolutely stunning under the clear California sky.

She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she’s been stealing glances at him, too. His hair messily yet perfectly tousled on top of his head, a pair of sunnies resting on the bridge of his nose. The way he grips the steering wheel with one hand while his other is to his lips as he casually rests his elbow on the window ledge. The slight stubble covering his jaw and upper lip is just begging for her to run her fingers across the skin, longing for her lips to be brushed up against.

She shakes herself from those thoughts. She reminds herself that they’re just friends right now...but could they really be considered that after writing Adore You? Does he still feel that way? Was he simply writing from a place in the past? Things have changed. She wants to set some boundaries between them from the amount of whiplash she gets from her contradicting emotions towards this man.

They’re both undeniably competitive; it’s a game of ping pong that neither one of them is willing to lose.

YN loves him—more than a best friend—but she’s paralized by fear. Fear of loving someone so much to the point where you can’t even tell which way is left or which way is right, where it’s physically impossible to be away from the other, where you can’t even breathe. Fear that she’s already there.

Maybe she knows Harry feels the same way but she’s too scared to ask about it. Instead, she'll just sit quietly in the comfort of friendship.

YN has her phone connected to his stereo, some of their favorite music sounds through the car’s sound system. It’s a mix of songs the two of them like.

After some time, YN rolls up her window and lowers the volume on the music to let some of the quietness come back into the car.

“Think the album is coming along really well so far.”

“Yeah? Not just saying it cause your names in the credits.” He teases.

“Pft. If there was something wrong with it, you know I would have told you already.”

That’s one of the things Harry respects YN for as an artist and as a friend. She isn’t afraid to sugar coat anything when something’s not right. It’s one of things that made Harry know he wanted to bring her back to work for him. She was—and still is—pushing him to create music out of his comfort zone, to have another take in the recording booth because she knows he can hit that note better. Nudging him to write from a deeper place within himself that he was too scared to look at.

“There’s no denying that. But, yeah I think She turned out really nice—”

“Woah, woah, woah—”

“What? What?” Harry’s panic soothes over as YN reaches forward to turn the volume up on his stereo. The song You Don’t Have To Be A Star (To Be In My Show) begins to play through the small space.

He takes a glance over to YN to see her moving her upper body along to the hippie song. Her arms push and pull in front of her with her eyes closed. It’s one of the songs on their karaoke list, having sung it on countless, drunken occasions in an undeniable duet.

He’s about to start singing with her but the words get caught up in his throat as the sound of her singing.

Baby come as you are with just your heart

And I'll take you in

You're rejected and hurt

To me you're worth what you have within

Her fist appears in front of his lips as if she’s holding an invisible microphone. “Sing it, Harry!”

“Dunno know the words.” He shrugs, a smile sitting comfortably on his lips.

“Liar.” YN yells back with a beaming smile.

Now I don't need no superstar

'Cause I'll accept you as you are

You won't be denied 'cause I'm satisfied

With the love you inspire

As YN continues to sing, she makes her movements dramatic. Pointing out in front of her like she’s on stage, her “microphone” in her other hand.

Oh honey, there'll be no cheering from the crowd

Just two hearts beating out loud

There'll be no parades, no tv or stage

Only me till your dying day

It’s ironic how differently those lyrics ring true to their lives now. From their two hearts just trying to find a heartbeat to the sound of their beating hearts becoming loud enough for the world to hear.

Despite the fame, the tour, the spotlights, they’re each other’s other half. That’s something that will never change.

“You don't have to be a star, baby, to be in my show.” The two sing together, repeating it with smiles bright enough to outshine the sun.

It’s like he’s hearing the song for the first time again. It’s sweet, heart-wrenching, and fitting.

Another half hour goes by before Harry’s pulling into a backlot of an all too familiar café on the corner of Beachwood street.

"Figured we should get a bite to eat before heading to your place. Dunno about you but m’starving."

The two walk the short distance around the small building before the sight of the huge sign reading "CAFÉ" and its royal blue door adjacent to it.

After Harry and YN order their food at the front counter, they take a seat at one of the only open seating in the busy café. She thinks her favorite thing about the café is the secludedness of it all. Although LA can be anything but discreet—with its paparazzi constantly seeking the opportunity to pounce from the depths of any shadow on the street and the looming, persistent need to have a perfect exterior acceptable by the stupid standards of society—sometimes the community likes to keep to themselves, too self absorbed to bother looking anywhere other than their phone screens.

That and the yellow and blue triangle tiles littered across the ground. Those are really cute.

As the two settle into their seats, a waiter delivers their drinks.

“I’m a Brit at heart and am always gonna love my tea but the coffee comes out whenever we come here.” YN lifts the wide mug to her lips, blowing the steam off the top before taking a sip. She hums, licking her lips as to chase the sweet taste of the brewed beverage. YN looks around to take in the small cafe. The sound of soft chatter and utensils clinking against dishware fills the space. “We used to come here quite often, didn’t we?”

The Beachwood café was discovered on a rare day off during the band’s third tour. With the itch to be anywhere but a stuffy hotel room, the two went exploring the streets of LA in search of somewhere to eat with the hope of not being spotted by fans or paparazzi. The café was small but big enough to not get noticed, cozy enough to lose track of time, and coffee good enough to break a Brit.

Over the years, the walls of the space have seen the two come here as friends, lovers, and anything in between.

“Things have gotten a little hectic since then, huh?”

“Just a little.” YN says with a scrunch of her nose. Both of them know their jobs come with a heavy price of little to no down time but neither one of them would choose a different career path. With that also comes the little room for relationships. It’s one of things that Harry finds some comfort in with YN. They both have a clear understanding of the demanding work hours and the long travels that there’s no need to have a sit down and explain to one another about it; they both just knew.

A waitress sets down their plates before giving the two a kind smile and leaving them to enjoy their meal.

When YN looks down at her healthy, kale wrap and sweet potato fries, she instantly regrets not ordering a plate of chocolate chip pancakes like Harry instead.

“Do you want a fry?”

Harry looks up from grabbing his utensils to his friend’s raised eyebrows and wide eyes. His eyes flicker from her face to her plate before giving her a knowing smirk. From an outsider’s perspective, her offer is simply a kind gesture to share her food. An invitation to let him snack on her plate while he eats his (a given for the two of them in any meal hour, but nonetheless). He knows her better than that.

Without a word, Harry moves his iced tea out of the way before he picks up her ceramic plate and swaps it with his.

He plops a fry in his mouth and gives her a cheeky smile. “Yeah, I’ll take one.” YN giggles at his gesture and takes the fork from his giving hand.

“It’s kinda freaky how well you know me.” YN stabs the fluffy food before waving it towards him like a magic wand. “It’s like you can read my mind or something.” She says before sticking the fork in her mouth.

If only I could. He thinks to himself. Then I would know what’s racing through your mind all the time.

Harry kisses his teeth. “I knew you would find out sooner or later. Just don’t blow my cover, yeah? Have to keep my superhero identity a secret and all tha’.”

“Roger that.” YN pretends to zip her lips shut, locking it at the end, and handing him the key. He plays along, leaning back in his seat to put the imaginary key in his front pants pocket, smiling at the sound of her giggling.

Harry takes the fork from her hand. She tries her hardest to ignore the way her skin tingles at his touch or how mouth watering his jaw looks when he chews on a piece of her pancakes.

“Oh shit, that’s good.”

“You kiss your mum with that mouth?”

Harry wipes his thumb against the corner of his lip before bringing it to his mouth, licking off the sticky syrup there. He gives her a laugh through his nose as he looks down at his plate and begins to tear the white paper the wrap is covered in.

“My mum has been asking for you actually.”

“Been meaning to pay her a visit.” YN leans over to grab a fry from his plate.

Harry accidentally bumps his foot with hers underneath the table. He's about to give her an apologetic smile but he just sees her head down as she cuts another piece off of her pancake stack and feels her sneaker slide further next to his.

"Do you remember that one time we did a show in London in like 2014? And had our families backstage? It was the time Anne wanted to see the tour bus."

"And then that made all the other mums want to see it too?" Harry moves the tip of his shoe along the side of hers.

"They way we all ran to the bus and chucked everything off the ground and into the spare bunk beds and the cabinets." YN giggles into the back of her hand.

"I saw Louis throw a pile of Niall's clothes out the window." Harry chuckles. YN fully laughs at the memory. She remembers the absolute chaos that she and the boys went through to clean the nasty tour bus. YN was an organized person for the most part, but when you live in a confined space with five brothers 24/7, tidiness gets kicked out the door.

“He was so confused when he saw it outside.” She musters out through her laughter. Harry squeezes his eyes shut as he laughs, the skin beside his eyes wrinkle at the action.

Shared pancakes, coffee, and easy conversation.

On the drive to YN’s house, with a full belly and the sound of soft background music in the car, she fell asleep halfway there.

Harry pulls into YN’s secluded driveway and turns off the car. The sun was beginning to settle down for the night and so was he.

He doesn’t have the heart to wake her; he even entertains the thought of just carrying her inside. He carefully reaches out and brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

He looks out the windshield to her front door. Despite the sleek wood and brick modern architecture of her home, he looks fondly at her pastel yellow door.

He always appreciates her touch in everything she owns. Hell, she’s the reason his own front door to his London home is pink.

Her yellow door gives him comfort, a warm gooey feeling in his tummy, and a place to physically call home.

...

Jenny paces around in front of the sink as YN sits comfortably on one of the bar stools on the kitchen island. Her manager looks over to YN with a dramatic roll of her eyes as her ex-husband rambles on over the phone. YN tries to hold back a smile as she goes back to her plate of fruit in front of her.

Her and her manager are in the kitchen of YN's LA home and she has a couple days off before she has to leave for her next show. The two women were going over some documents, scheduling, and vague plans for her next album before they were interrupted by Jenny getting bombarded with phone calls.

"I just told you that the babysitter just called me saying that she can’t make it and I don’t have time right now.” Jenny points over to the slide glass doors that leads to the backyard and YN gives her a reassuring wave of her hand while munching on a piece of watermelon. “Go get the kids from school, Andrew...”

At the sound of one door sliding closed, YN turns her attention to the sound of keys opening her front door. She certainly wasn’t expecting anyone else over today. She’s close to calling her manager back in but her panic quickly dissipates at the sight of a head topped full of familiar brown locks, a dimpled smile, and the smell of Tom Ford cologne.

“Hi, baby.”

YN is off of her seat in an instant. Her bare feet quickly pad across her hardwood floors before she crashes her body with Harry’s. She wraps her arms around his neck and Harry bends forward enough to wrap his arms around her lower back, lifting her from the ground in a much needed hug.

“What’re you doing here?” YN softly asks into the crook of his neck.

“Wanted to surprise you.” Harry whispers into her hair. There's no other course of action but to melt into his embrace. “Did it work?”

“Mhm.” YN pulls back slightly to see his face, as if she’s making sure what she’s seeing is real. He’s supposed to be on tour right now, thousands of miles away and singing to crowds of devoted fans. Yet here he is with his arms clasped around her, clearing her of any doubt that this is a dream. “I thought you weren't coming over for another two weeks.”

“Hmm. Couldn’t wait any longer." Harry whispers, rubbing his nose with hers. Loving the way the action makes her lips tug up in a soft smile that would bring any man down to his knees. "Missed you.”

"Miss you more." YN gently runs her fingers through his hair to push it away from his eyes.

She can’t wait a second longer before softly pressing her lips to his. “Welcome home,” She hums. She can feel him smile into the kiss and she lets out a giggle, too giddy to contain her emotions.

Home. He thinks. I’m finally home.

...

Harry's gaze turns to his right at the sound of YN stirring awake from his passenger seat.

“Hmm? We’re home already?” YN rubs her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater.

“Yeah, lovie.” We’re home.

When the two walk inside YN's house, he's immediately hit with her familiar scent of vanilla. It’s not strong enough for a headache or anything but he’s certainly overwhelmed.

“Do you want anything to drink? A snack? Still have some of the smelly vegan chips you like.” Harry chuckles seeing her carelessly kick off her shoes as she walks into the kitchen space. After setting down her duffle bag next to the door he goes to stand next to her slouched figure against the open refrigerator. She looks up to him with heavy eyes, still a little puffy from her nap.

"S'time for bed yeah?" Harry cups her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her temple. She hums in agreement, not having the energy to give him a complete answer. He gives a soft kiss to her forehead before leading them both up her spiral staircase.

YN drags her feet further into her bedroom but stops when she notices that Harry's still standing in the doorway. He lazily throws his thumb behind his shoulder.

"M'going to sleep in the guest room tonight." As much as he would love to share a bed with her tonight, he's not sure if they're there at this time of their relationship. Sure, they've slept in the same bed countless times in the past as friends or more, but with the constant back and forth of their confusing feelings, it's probably for the best.

“Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun.” YN stands before him, craning her neck to look up at him.

“Of course. Missed our little getaway trips.”

Out of habit, like a magnetic pull, the two friends lean in and give each other a quick, friendly kiss. Despite their on and off relationship, in between the chaos, it’s just become a natural thing for them to kiss each other goodbye.

He’s the one to blame for her causal affectionate behavior, but is she truly mad about it at this point?

Still close enough to feel each other’s breath on the other’s lips, YN whispers a soft, “Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, YN.” Harry tries to ignore the strain on his heart as she pulls away completely. Her hand rests on the door handle before looking at her friend as he walks down the hallway.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

YN hesitates with her next words. She wants to invite him in and spend the time together, like they used to. It doesn’t have to involve anything sexual, she surely doesn’t think she could hold herself back if one thing led to another but his company alone is enough. She just doesn't want this day to come to an end.

What is she thinking about? The words race through Harry’s mind.

“See you in the morning?” She utters out instead.

“In the morning.” Harry repeats, trying his hardest not to let his expression falter from his hopeful expectations.

He waits until she closes her door before unsticking his feet from the floor and carrying himself over to the room across the hall.

Harry rolls from his back to his side before rolling to his other side and then returning to his back. He looks at the digital clock on the bedside table and the bright red numbers tell him that it's a little past 3 am. He lets out a deep sigh as he runs his hands over his face.

As quick as the kiss was, his lips haven't been able to stop themselves from tingling all over. Although they've shared plenty of friendly kisses in the past, it was the first one they've shared since they've decided to end things for the time being.

It was so subconscious that he doesn't think that even she realized what had happened when it happened. Was she going to invite him into her room? Did she want the kiss to last longer?

He closes his eyes once again in hopes to drown out his loud thoughts only to be snapped back open in a roll of his eyes. He throws the comforter off of his body, swings his legs over the bed and carefully twists the door handle open. He passes her door with half the mind to enter her room but his feet carry him down the stairs to the kitchen.

He stops in his tracks at the sound of a rerun from Friends, the light of the TV casting enough brightness to capture YN's facial features. She has her knees to her chest and her chin resting on top of them.

She turns to head to look over to him with a soft smile.

"Told you I'd see you in the morning." YN pats the cushioned seat next to her. Coming into the light from the TV, it isn't until now that she notices that Harry's merely in a pair of briefs. She has his worn out Rolling Stones t-shirt on with a pair of pajama shorts.

Harry plops himself next to her and lazily throws an arm on top of the couch behind her.

"Whatcha you still doing up?" She questions, keeping her eyes on the screen. She lets out a short laugh through her nose as Rachel pours marinara sauce into Monica’s handbag on the TV.

Oh you know, I couldn't stop thinking about how your lips taste and have been going mad wondering if you've been thinking about me in the same way I think about you. The usual.

"Could ask you the same thing.”

“But I asked you first.”

“Couldn't sleep. You?"

"Same." She rests her cheek on her knee to look at him.

He reaches out and tucks a piece of her hair away from her face and behind her ear. She lifts her head before inching it closer to his. He thinks his heart may have skipped a beat and prays that she can't hear the sound of it beating out of his chest. He meets her halfway in a gentle kiss. It’s short and sweet. It makes him feel satisfied and unsatisfied all at the same time. When they pull away, her eyes flick back and forth between his before glancing down to his lips once more.

Harry brings his palm to her cheek, thumbing over the apple of her cheeks. "What are you thinking about?"

"Too much." YN puts her hand over the one on her cheek. "Help me turn my mind off?"

Harry pulls her into him with a seal of their lips. The TV show is long forgotten as she turns her head to the side, deepening the kiss. Their tongues dance around each other and fingers run across skin.

She kisses the side of mouth, down his jaw to the spot below his ear. He releases a shaky breath and slides his hand down the expansion of her outer thigh. As she continues to sponge her lips around his neck, Harry's eyes briefly open to be met with the couch beside them. The memories of drunken actions, jealousy and dependency flood his mind like a tidal wave.

Harry brings her lips back to his in hopes to push back those memories and focus on the now. He kisses her slowly, kissing her top then bottom lip before pressing his lips fully on hers. He wants to savor this moment, to draw out and drink up each gasp and hum that she gives him.

He brings his hand to the back of her neck and leaves a trail of kisses down her throat. She leans her head back to give him as much space as possible. When he sucks on the skin where her neck meets her shoulder, she sucks in a sharp breath and brings her fingers to rake through his hair. He can't help his eyes from flicking back to the couch.

Alcohol breath, glossy eyes, the shake of her head.

He can't make her go through that again. He can't be the boyfriend for her. She doesn't deserve that.

"Harry? Are you alright?" YN leans back to look into his eyes. "Sorry, was that too much? We can stop if you wanna...”

"What? No—I mean.” Harry lets out a deep sigh. “Sorry.” He shakes his head with a furrow of his eyebrows.

"Hey, s'alright. Got a little carried away there." YN gives him a small smile, slightly out of breath.

Harry sighs and runs his hand over his face and through his hair. He wanted to kiss her for so long now. Stayed up all night thinking about it but now he's messing it all up. He doesn't deserve her. Her understanding, her kindness, her ability to make an uncomfortable situation feel anything but.

He loves her and, boy, is he in deep.

"Do you wanna finish the rest of the episode with me? Maybe have a cuddle?"

With her doed eyes and swollen lips, how could he deny her request? He'd do just about anything she asked, all she has to do is say the word.

"O'course. C’mere."

YN snuggles deep into his side and reels in the feeling of his hand running up and down her arm.

"Who got you being so cuddly nowadays, huh?" He teases her when she wraps her arm over his torso. He jumps a bit when she playfully pinches his side.

"S'all your fault. Don't act like it's anyone else’s."

Harry smiles and brings down the throw blanket behind the couch and lays it on top of her curled up figure.

With one hand caressing her arm wrapped around him, his other hand is brought up to her head as he mindlessly massages her scalp. It doesn't take long until he hears her breathing even out.

The couch taunts him and it makes his heart sink to his stomach.

...

YN’s eyes flutter open and she has to squint a bit from the bright ceiling of her living room, letting her know that the sun's already out. The sound of a random sitcom plays quietly from her TV.

She feels hot, a little too hot. Along with a knitted throw blanket, Harry has the majority of his body laying on top of hers, his neck comfortably tucked into the crook of hers as he softly snores.

She runs her fingers through his hair. It has its desired effect as he gently stirs awake.

"Harry?" YN whispers. He hums, cuddling himself further into her. "We need to get up."

"Five more minutes." He says into her ear, his voice is a lot deeper and raspier in the mornings. "Promise."

"But I need to pee."

Harry peels his head away from her neck and looks down at her with sleepy, hooded eyes.

Day or night, he wonders how she can possibly look so beautiful in any given moment. Her hair is spread across the cushion behind her. Her eyes blink slowly up at him as the sun makes the color of her eyes seem brighter, lighter. Her smile, gosh, that smile.

"What's the password?"

"Move, I need to pee." After a playful raise of his eyebrow, she gives him a knowing look. "Please."

Harry kisses his teeth. "Actually it was Harry's the best in the world but better luck next time." He lays himself back down only to be pinched in the arm.

"Ouch. So it’s like that? Y’know I like it rough."

"How's your mind in the gutter this early?" YN giggles.

"Ooh say it again. M'close." Harry laughs when she slaps his arm but he eventually rolls himself to the little couch space left and she wiggles her way out from under him. He lays on his back as he watches her scurry her way to the bathroom.

When YN closes the door behind her, she leans back against it as she closes her eyes. Once she kissed Harry good night and laid underneath her sheets, she couldn’t get him out of her head. She wanted to physically be with him but had a feeling that he didn’t want the same. It must have been true since he felt so uncomfortable with kissing her last night that he literally just stopped. She didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable than he already was so she swerved past the speed bump and moved on. Ugh, she was so dumb for thinking he saw her as anything more as a friend at this point.

After splashing some water on her face, she heads back out to find Harry in the kitchen. Her belly fills with butterflies at the sight of him moving around her kitchen with such ease. He opens each cabinet with the knowledge of what’s in it. After putting two mugs on the island table, he lifts his gaze to hers.

“Good morning, lovie.”

“Morning.” She hums.

Harry pours hot water from the kettle into their mugs and the two quietly make their cups of tea.

“Anything you need to do before we leave?” Harry says as he moves his tea bag up and down before taking a sip.

“Gonna have a quick shower and finish packing then we should be good to head out.” YN sturs her honey into her tea before tapping her spoon against the rim before sticking it into her mouth.

“YN?”

“Hmm?”

Harry leans a little forward, unable to keep his body from being apart from hers.

"Do, do you..."

Do you regret the kiss? Do you wanna kiss again? Does your heart flutter every time I’m near you like mine does? Do you still have feelings for me?

She watches as he takes a glance somewhere behind her before looking down to his mug. “Do you mind if I have a shower first?” He internally cringes at himself.

“Course not. Go ahead.”

As Harry truges up the stairs, YN looks behind herself to see what he could possibly be looking at. Was there something out of place? All she sees is her couches. She brings her mug to her lips with a sigh.

What was he thinking about?

...

YN enters the studio space to find the rest of the producers talking amongst themselves as they sit in front of the huge console full with hundreds of buttons and sliders. Mitch and Harry are sitting on the couch that’s alongside the wall of the room. Mitch has an acoustic guitar ready to play as Harry sits writing down what she assumes is lyrics, the clipboard resting on his lap. He moves his head from side to side, like he’s singing the words in his head, before going back to writing.

She gives a friendly nod over Mike, one of the camera men that’s recording content for the Fine Line Documentary. It’s nice to only have one person recording the album process. It takes away some of the pressure of feeling like the team is supposed to act a certain way or hold back from conversations. YN thinks back to the times of the band’s This Is Us film and Harry's Behind the Album documentary back in 2017.

Video recording an album is different in that it’s way more intimate than just following a couple of teenagers mess around on tour. By having just one photographer versus four in a room, being out of the way and almost forgetting that he was in the room brings a sense of ease and calmness to everyone involved.

"Anything good?" YN plops down the coffee table in front of the two men.

"Maybe," Harry scratches his temple with the end of his pen. "Wrote it a while back but I added a bridge to it. Needs some work though."

"Can I have a listen?"

Harry nods over to Mitch and he begins his quick strumming. His fingers move sharply up and down the neck of the guitar. YN’s immediately transfixed on the upbeat melody. She can already hear the stacked harmonies, the layered guitar melodies, and the funky bass thumping.

The world's happy waiting

Doors yellow, broken, blue

I heard Jenny saying

“Go get the kids from school.”

Mitch looks up to see YN’s reaction to the lines, she has a small smile on her lips, clearly knowing what Harry’s referring to. She has to admit, she’s a little taken aback by the lyrics. He was really all in wasn’t he?

I'll be gone too long from you.

Mitch switches from strumming to tapping the body of the guitar.

Staring at the ceiling

Two weeks and I'll be home

Carry the feeling

Through Paris, all through Rome

And I'm still thinking back to

A time under the canyon moon

He thinks she's his home? How has this become more intimate than Adore You?

"Um, yeah." Harry lets out a nervous chuckle but tries to cover it with a cough. "That's what I got so far."

YN doesn't want to ask when he wrote it or how he meant by this random person named Jenny and her kids. She doesn't ask questions she already knows the answers to.

"I love it. S'like Crosby, Stills and Nash on steroids.” She looks at him expectedly, with a soft raise of her eyebrows towards the clipboard on his lap. "And the bridge?"

“Like I said, it’s still in the works but it goes like: Quick pause in conversation, She plays songs I've never heard, An old lover's hippie music...” He sings by himself.

She’s back in the leather seats of his Ferrari, driving down the PCH and singing along to Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis Jr.

"Pretends not to know the words." YN sings, making Harry's dimples dig into his cheek. "So I'll keep thinking back to a time under the Canyon Moon." YN continues. "And then you can go back to the I'll be gone too long from you part." She casually sings the last bit as Harry scribbles down the new lyrics. Maybe he wasn’t writing from a place in the past after all.

“I love harmonies and YN is just, she’s such an artist when it comes to arranging them and making them sound so cool.” Harry moves his ring-covered hands in front of him, emphasizing his points. “Like, I’m just the guy who sings and she’s the one to make all of it come together to make it be one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard.”

YN has her big, studio headphones on as she bobs her head along to her newest vocal arrangement of all of the harmonies Harry just sang for her. His repetition of “I'm going, oh, I'm going home” that plays along with some of the added adlibs brings a smile to her face.

“I don't think a lot of people know that Harry can really reach those high notes." YN motions her hand, palm down, above her head. "Like he can get up there when he wants to. Can put Mariah Carey to shame—” YN can’t hold back the laugh that erupts from the back of her throat, covering her smile with the palm of her hand. The crew members behind the camera can’t help but softly chuckle along.

From her spot on the editing desktop, YN turns her head to look to the window that’s above the studio console desk. Harry’s on the other side with headphones similar to hers as he claps rhythmically into a microphone. He catches her gaze almost immediately, a smile already tugging on his lips.

He matches her head bobbing motion before moving his entire body to the beat of the song, never stopping his clapping.

“No, but in all seriousness,” YN sighs and wipes her watery eyes with her thumb. “He’s an amazing singer. Truly. Could he be the next Ariana Grande? Who knows—” YN bursts into another fit of laughter when Harry quickly comes in from the sideline and tucks her neck in the crook of his arm.

“Take it back.” He laughs.

She squeals out his name as he nearly pulls her off her interview chair but she’s quick to pinch his side, making him let go immediately when she touches his ticklish spot.

YN sits on one of the chairs inside the recording room. She has a leg on top of the other with Harry's clipboard in hand. She bounces her sick covered foot up and down to the sound of Harry singing into the padded microphone who's only about an arms length away. Both of them wear their studio headphones to listen to the music.

When he finishes singing the first verse, Harry decides to do an experimental whistle riff instead of scatting it like his last take.

While still looking down at Harry's written words, YN mindlessly harmonizes his riff.

They both look up at each other with wide eyes and curling lips in a playful scoff. She meets his outreached hand with a slap before sliding her hand down to his fingers and pulling it back with a snap of their fingers.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” YN snickers as he walks away with a hand to his side. The rest of the crew members chuckle, making sure to capture every bit of their interaction. As she fixes her hair, you can hear him distantly say ‘brat’ from his spot somewhere behind the camera.

“Wanker.” She smirks at the camera.

Next Song Here! ☎️

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watchmegetobsessed · 4 years ago

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Our song - Harry Styles

this one was inspired by the jingleball performance bc it was pure perfection and UGHH im obsessed.

dedicated to my dear friend @dontworrysunflower

disclaimer: the song Homesick by Dua Lipa is featured in this fic as an original work of Harry and the reader, but it’s obviously an existing song, I just thought that it would be the song they write

pairing: Harry x vocalist!reader

word count: 5.3k

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You’ve felt the adrenaline rush take over your body many times in your life and they were all different in some kind of way. The one you felt when you were about to write an important test in school, the one that bubbled through your veins when you got your first kiss. The one that rolled through your limbs and chest when you first performed in front of people that weren’t your parents and the one you felt when you got the news that you were chosen to tour with none other than Harry Styles as his vocalist, singing on his stage every other night in a different city and different country.

But none of those were anything like the feeling that takes over every time you stand on that stage, your microphone that’s labelled with your name right in front of you as thousands of people are screaming in the jam-packed arena. Though it’s not you they come to see and listen to, but you are part of the magic and it’s quite enough for you.

You could never be the one standing at the front with all the lights shining down on your frame, having every gaze in the place glued to you, listening to your voice. That brings the kind of anxiety you’re quite sure you wouldn’t be able to handle. You are perfectly fine standing in the back, being the support system while staying on the down-low as someone else shines at the front, in your case, it’s Harry.

You applied for the job with a reason, already having a huge appreciation for him as an artist, adoring his work so far, especially Fine Line. Upon hearing about the opportunity to be part of his tour, you didn’t hesitate to send your application in and following three auditions, you got the phone call that they wanted you on board.

He swept you right off your feet the first time you met him, but you didn’t expect less from him. Everything you heard about him being the most wonderful person to every walk the planet were proven to be nothing but the truth. You hit it off so easily and become close through the process of rehearsals. His odd little jokes, that funny laugh of his and the way he always peeks over his shoulder to meet his eyes with yours made you fall for him faster than you’d have ever thought you could.

Just as fast as your feeling for Harry developed, tour caught up on you and before you could blink twice, you were living on the road, always dressing from your suitcase, waking up in a different city every other morning.

The foreign studio feels a little odd, but still somehow familiar as you walk in with your water and notebook under your arm. Random studio sessions with Harry became a regular not long after tour kicked off. Harry’s creative juices were overflowing and he was aching to record his creations, constantly renting random studios near the hotel you lot were staying currently and one night, when some of you all were hanging out in his suit, he asked if you’d be down helping him record vocals for a song he’s been working on.

“I want to hear it with your voice instead of mine,” he told you leaning against the wall, a glass of whatever Mitch mixed him in his hands.

“Getting bored of your own voice?” you teased him, bringing his dimples out with the smile that plastered across his lips.

“Could say that. Are you up for it?”

There was no way you would have said no. So the next morning you found yourself in a studio somewhere in Sacramento, singing the vocals to a song no one else has heard other than you and Harry.

The tour has now reached Denver, you can’t wait to be on the stage tonight, but before that, you are having another quick session with Harry in the studio.

When you walk in, his head perks up from his leather notebook he always keeps on himself, filled with his scribbled lyrics. A smile stretches across his lips when his green eyes fall on your frame.

“Hey! Hope it’s not too early for you,” he softly says standing up from the chair as you put your stuff down to the small table in the corner.

“No, managed to get a good night sleep still,” you smile at him, taking a quick look around, though this recording room is just like the others you’ve been in.

“I think I figured out that part we struggled with last time. Changed up the ending a bit, would you mind giving it another go?”

You nod looking down at his notes, seeing the changes he has made in the vocals.

“Changed anything else?” you ask as you watch him get ready for the recording.

“Yeah, rewrote a few lines, think they are fitting better now.”

“Have you recorded them yet?”

“Will do now,” he tells you shaking his head.

Soon enough you find yourself standing behind the mic, headset covering your ears as you are waiting for Harry to start recording and the music to play in your ears. Once he shows up his thumb you do the same and a moment later the song you’ve heard last time you two were working starts flowing from the headset and you stare down at the notes in front of you, waiting for the moment when you have to start singing.

It takes you a few runs to nail it down, but when you finally do, you can see the satisfied grin on Harry’s face and you think to yourself that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make him like this anytime.

“That was fantastic,” he beams once you join him at the screens where you see your voice appear as a pattern over a straight line. Harry does his usual magic before leaving it be. “Mind assisting recording my part?” he asks turning to you with an excited smile.

Nodding you let him tell you what to do and once he is all set behind the mic, you start the recording and the song. You listen to him in awe. There hasn’t been a moment when you didn’t feel the shiver running down your spine when he started singing. You are convinced a choir of angels is hidden in his throat, because it’s hard to believe he is just as human as everyone else.

He sings the whole song three times before he joins you again, listening back to what you have so far. The song is coming along pretty well and you can tell by the time he finishes it, it’s gonna be perfect. Everything he does is just pure perfection, whether he likes to admit it or not.

“You know how it would be absolutely perfect?” he asks you on your way back to the hotel. The two of you grabbed a coffee as well, so now you’re sipping on the hot drink, enjoying the somewhat sunny weather.

“Hm?”

“I think it would be best if a female voice sang the whole thing and the male was just the vocal.”

“Who do you think would fit best for it then?” you ask, immediately thinking of singers that could be perfect for the song. It wouldn’t be the first time Harry would sell a song to someone else, so you’re not surprised he is thinking about this kind of change.

“Y/N, I found the voice already,” he chuckles and you give him a puzzled look. “You. You are singing the song, I don’t need anyone else.”

“I’m not a solo singer,” you protest.

“There’s no such thing as solo or not solo. You’re a singer and a bloody good one. I want you to sing it.”

“But it would go to waste, because I would never actually perform it.”

“How are you so sure about that?” he smirks slyly at you, immediately making you nervous.

“Harry, I don’t sing solo,” you shake your head stubbornly, but he rolls his eyes at you.

“You could just try it. Let’s just record the song next time with you in the lead and then we can talk about the rest.”

“I’m fine recording, but I will never perform it,” you tell him, but his look makes you think he has other plans.

When tour reaches Dallas, the song gets a version with you singing solo and Harry doing the vocals in it. And though you had doubts about the switch, listening back to it you can tell how much it helped. It really is better with a female voice, though you are still convinced it shouldn’t be you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sell it to someone? I’m fine with that,” you ask him before the show in Dallas. You’re sitting on the table in his dressing room while he is painting his nails, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“I told you, I like it with your voice. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because I’m not a—“

“Fuck’s sake if you dare to tell me one more time that you’re not a solo singer, I’m firing you, Y/N!” he snaps, giving you a hard look, but you just laugh at his temper.

“It’s the truth.”

“Have you ever tried to go solo?”

“Not for years,” you admit and watch him screw the nail polish closed, pushing it aside, his hands lying flat on the table as he is carefully waiting for them to dry.

“So then how do you know you are no good at it?”

“Because I hated it back then, so I most likely would hate it now as well,” you state matter-of-factly, but Harry doesn’t seem amused by your answer.

“So you think you haven’t changed a bit in years? I hope you know that’s absolute bollocks.”

“Why are you so keen on making me sing solo?” you sigh, giving him a tired look. It feels like the two of you have been running the same circles since forever. It’s not his first attempt to get you sing more than just the vocals, he once wanted to do a cover and needed a partner because it was a duet and begged you for weeks to sing with him, but you didn’t give in. You just couldn’t.

“Because I think that you are a talented singer and I want you to feel the adrenaline rush performing gives you.”

“I do get that rush every time I sing behind you. That’s enough for me.”

Harry shakes his head pressing his lips tight together.

“That’s not the same as being in the lead. It’s a whole different world.”

“Yeah, one that makes me shit my pants,” you chuckle and he can’t push a smile back.

“Maybe we should just work on it. Your anxiety. I think we could actually make you feel better if we tried.”

“I still don’t know where this obsession with me being solo comes for you.”

Harry stands up, takes one last look at his nails before he steps closer smiling down at you softly and you bite into your bottom lip, realizing how close he is standing to you. His fingers tap in your cheek gently, running them down to your chin as he tilts your head up a bit.

“Just accept it, Love,” he smiles softly before stepping away and carrying on with his routine.

That evening, you stand at the back with the other two vocalists, eyes glued to Harry’s figure at the front of the stage, you watch him pour his soul out to the audience, interact with them and reach that state of mind you have never been able to get into. You know what he told you about performing is true, yet you are still terrified to do it yourself. It’s too nerve wrecking to have everyone look at and listen to you, so many chances to mess it up and make a fool out of yourself.

But when Harry’s eyes meet yours and he shoots you a warm smile, something shifts in you. The urge to have this connection with not just the audience and the song, but with him takes over your whole body and you make up your mind to at least give it a try.

Harry is ecstatic when you tell him later that night that you changed your mind. You see that sparkle in his eyes and it was already worth for you, just seeing him react like that.

“Though I have a few suggestions to change the lyrics.”

“You do?” he asks, seemingly surprised, but mostly amused that you had the balls to come out with it.

“Yeah. Just some tiny details.”

“Why haven’t you told me about these before?”

“Because it was your song. But if you want me to sing it, it has to be mine as well.” Harry stares back at you with a smile that’s filled with pride and joy, making your heart flutter in your aching chest as you think about performing solo.

“Our song,” he softly says nodding his head.

Arriving to Houston the two of you are quick to book a studio and work on the song. Harry lets you make any changes you desire on the lyrics, even says you did justice to it and that you should have spoken up earlier about your ideas. And then you record it.

It’s not that you have to sing the whole song and not just the vocals this time. You are completely fine with Harry hearing you sing, it’s the thought of performing it in front of anyone that’s not him, that’s what makes you turn into a wreck.

You record Harry’s vocals and once it’s all put together, you are blown by the outcome. You wouldn’t have thought Harry’s voice as the vocal would compliment you in the lead, but it’s just absolutely perfect and even you can’t find anything wrong with it.

“Love, this is what Heaven sounds like, I’m telling you,” he smirks at you from the chair beside you, playing the song for the tenth time, not able to get enough of the final product.

“You are so cheesy,” you shake your head, but feel the blush heating up your cheeks. His eyes linger on you a little longer before he turns back to the screen.

When the song is over he finally stops is so silence comes over the studio. Harry turns back to face you, his green eyes basically burning a hole into your head.

“So, when are we going to perform it?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea,” you sigh looking down at your hands fumbling with your shirt.

“And I do think it is. So I’m not stopping until you at least try it.”

Harry Styles gets what he wants. Always. And this time, no matter how hard you try to resist him, you just can’t deny this from him. Though it takes him time to talk you up, in Washington he finally gets you to give it a try in an empty stadium.

Most of the crew is out, since the building has been finished about half an hour before, so everything is perfectly set for tonight’s show when you walk out to the stage, following Harry in his heels. He asked the piano to be brought to the front along with a mic on it and another one on a stand next to it. The two of you quietly put on your earpieces, doing everything as if it was a usual occasion before a concert, only that this time the roles will be entirely switched.

“It’s fine, alright? No one is around,” he tells you when he sees how nervous you are to sing the song for the first time outside a studio.

“There are some backstage,” you mumble under your breath, not expecting him to do anything about it.

But he does. You watch him walk backstage, completely dumbfounded about what he is doing. He disappears from your sight and a few moments later you hear him shouting at the back.

“No one comes to the stage until I say so! Yea? Thanks!” he orders and then walks back as if he didn’t just boss around the whole crew.

“They will think you’re some kind of crazy celebrity,” you chuckle when he returns, a small smirk playing on his pink lips.

“Don’t care, Darling. Now sing you heart out for me.”

Harry sits on the piano bench, his fingers getting settled on the keys before he looks up to meet your anxious eyes.

“It’s alright. Just you and me, yea?”

Nodding you gulp hard and jump a little when he starts playing the melody the two of you have been working on for so long. You hear all the notes and you know you have to start singing, but you miss the opening. Harry stops and looks at you, as you move your eyes down to the ground, ashamed you messed up immediately.

“S-Sorry, I just—“

“How can I help?” he asks right away, not even caring about the fact that you messed up, focused on figuring out a way that would help you.

“I don’t know. I really don’t,” you sigh, feeling your nerves getting worse with each passing moment.

“Come sit next to me,” he then tells you motioning for you to join him on the bench.

“What?”

“Take your mic and sit next to me,” he repeats, scooting over to make you space. Hesitantly, you pull the mic out of the stand and walking over you sit next to him. “Now you are not in the center. Just listen to the music, watch my hands on the keys, okay?”

You nod, running your tongue over your dry lips as you hold the mic to your mouth before Harry starts playing again.

After the first few notes you close your eyes and when it’s time for you to start singing, Harry leans a little against you, giving you a kind of push to just do it. And it works.

It feels a little as if it’s not even you who starts singing, but it is. Your voice fills the empty arena along with the piano’s melody and keeping your eyes closed a little longer you let your mind settle. When the first verse ends you open them and watch his hands work on the keys, right as he starts singing the vocals, leaning a little forward so his voice reaches his mic.

It’s different. It’s electric and freeing, hear your voice through the massive speakers, to be in the lead and have Harry be just the support in the song. But it feels so right, better than anything you’ve ever felt.

Line after line, you hit all the notes and by the end of the song you are able to strip all your fears down and give yourself over to the music completely. As you sing the last few notes you feel Harry’s eyes on you and turning to face him, you are met with his warm, pride-filled smile and bright eyes, glued to you while his fingers press down the last notes.

The music dies down, the voice of the piano vibrates in the air a little longer until it completely disappears and the silence returns into the stadium.

“Love,” Harry quietly calls out for you and you turn completely towards him. “That was absolutely perfect.”

“You think so?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper, your eyes never leaving his gaze.

“I know so,” he huffs, smile widening. He brings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as you let out a breath you’ve been holding in for way too long.

He doesn’t try to make you perform that evening, knowing well it was enough for one day, but he does make you sing it with him in each city in the upcoming weeks. Before every concert, he empties out the area around the stage and the two of you sit down at the piano, singing your song until you feel comfortable enough to stand next to the instrument instead of sitting next to him.

The tour reaches New York and Madison Square Garden is getting ready to host Harry Styles for two evenings. The place is massive and you find yourself sitting at the edge of the stage when Harry emerges from backstage.

“Looks wild, right?” he asks sitting next to you, his thigh brushing against yours as he gets seated.

“Yeah. Pretty amazing.”

“This place has the most magical vibe.” “Yeah?” Turning to him you watch him take the arena in, his eyes glistening at the sight in front of him. You know it’s not his first time performing here, but it’s nice to see the excitement in his eyes regardless.

That feeling returns to your chest, the one you felt when Harry told you he wanted you to sing the song. The urge to be part of this amazing something that’s so much bigger than you.

“H?”

“Yea?” he turns to you smiling.

“Can I… Do you think we could sing our song tonight?”

You watch the pure surprise and excitement wash over his face, his smile stretching across his face as he stares back at you in awe.

“You want to sing it?”

Shyly, you nod your head and in a heartbeat his arms lock around you, pulling you into the tightest hug. The two of you almost fall off the stage, laughing together at his dramatic reaction.

“Of course we can sing it, Love. Would be an honor!”

Harry is quick to let the band know about the addition for tonight’s set and though everyone seems surprised, they are all supportive about your solo. As the time goes and the concert gets closer, you can feel the nerves building up and soon enough, you start to doubt your choice to sing the song tonight.

Right before it’s time to go on stage Harry takes your hand and pulls you aside, taking your face in his hands gently, making you look into his eyes.

“I know you are doubting yourself, but just know that I’m very proud of you, even if you decide to not sing the last minute.”

“I could do that?” you whisper, your hands finding his sides and you let them rest on him, a way to ground yourself in the windwhirl of your thoughts.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to make you do something you don’t really want. Though I know you will be amazing if you choose to sing.”

Nodding you let a weak smile appear on your lips and you notice as his eyes flicker down to them before he moves his gaze up to your eyes. He then pulls you into a proper hug before walking back to the rest of the band and vocalists.

Everything goes as usual and once again, you can’t take your eyes off Harry on the stage. Just watching him perform fills you up with life, enough to keep you from running away. About halfway into the set, as the crowd is still cheering after the previous song, Harry jogs over to you.

“You ready?” he asks over the noise and before you could think about it, you nod your head.

Two guys from the crew pushes the piano further to the front and they help to set everything up as you awkwardly stand at the side. Once your mic is in the stand you walk over there, heart hammering in your chest, hands shaking like crazy.

“I have a special song for you tonight,” Harry announces into the microphone as he makes his way over to the piano. “Please welcome the lovely Y/N here, who is gonna enchant you with a song we’ve been working on lately.”

The crowd screams and you allow yourself to look around with a weak smile. So many people, you think to yourself, everyone watching you.

“It’s called Homesick, and it means so much to us, so we hope you’ll like it Justas much as we do,” Harry adds before settling on the bench and his eyes find yours. “I’m proud of you,” you see him say, only able to read his lips since the crowd is screaming so loud. “Ready?” he asks and you nod, taking a shaky breath.

He sends you a warm comforting smile before glancing down at the keys and then he starts playing.

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Just like the first time, you close your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the melody and nothing else. The lump in your throat is quite uncomfortable, but you open your eyes and see that Harry is looking straight at you, nodding in encouragement, as his fingers push down the keys to the notes right before you have to start.

“Here, where the sky’s falling, I’m covered in blue, I’m running and I’m crawling, fighting for you…”

Harry smiles wide when your voice flows through the speakers, filling the whole place, making everyone go quiet in a heartbeat as the song carries on. You feel your chest slowly deflating, the nerves cooling down with each sung note.

“You give me a reason, something to believe in, I know, I know, I know. You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in, I know, I know, I know…”

The chorus comes out perfect, your voice melting together with the piano and you finally feel your muscles relax as you slowly let go of every toxic thought that’s been tainting your mind. Harry leans closer to his microphone and his voice gently joins yours in the next verse.

“There’s a crack in my window, a bird in my room, angels all over that watch over you…”

Chills run down your spine hearing his voice, your eyes never leaving his gaze that’s fixated on your standing figure. You get lost in him and the song, something that came from the both of you, a piece of you and him. Standing there, singing this piece makes you feel closer to him than ever and you desperately want this feeling to last forever, hoping the song never ends though you know it’s gonna happen.

“When I’m walking on water all my dreams have come true. Still nothing means nothing without you…”

Homesick is exactly the feeling that bubbles inside you when you think of Harry. Because there’s this man you love so much, who is a home away from home to you, yet you still feel like you can’t be home entirely. Not in the way you’d want to. But standing on the stage in the spotlight, singing together with him as thousands of people are watching the two of you, yet you still manage to forget about them, for a moment, you feel like you finally arrived home. You are there, with him.

“Tell my heart to lie, but I know deep inside it’s true. That I wish I was there with you. That I wish I was there with you, oh I wish I was there with you.”

He plays the end of the song without tearing his eyes away from you, and there’s just a heartbeat of silence before the crowd starts screaming deafeningly, but that short moment… is yours and his.

Tugging your hair behind your ears with your shaky hands, your eardrums on the verge of breaking as you let out a laugh that was kind of a sob as well, relief washing over your body. Harry is quick to jump to his feet and rushing over he envelopes you in a tight hug.

“I’m so so so proud of you, Love. You were everything!” he mumbles, arms holding you so tight you almost lose your breath, but you want him this close, or even closer. You need to feel him, because it doesn’t feel real. His hold brings you a sense of existence only he can give you.

“Thank you, Harry,” you breathe out when he pulls back to look into your eyes, the screaming hasn’t died down even a tad little.

“No, thank you, Darling. You shined like the star that you are,” he grins, playing a sloppy kiss to your cheek before his arms fall off you.

You’d die to stay in this moment a little longer, but the show must go on. The crew pushes the piano back and soon enough, the next song starts. You stay in your spot for the rest, but you keep catching Harry smiling in your way, always making you blush.

The end of a concert is always a little hectic, everyone is all over the place. Still coming off the high you just experienced, you head to the dressing room you share with the other vocalists. They are going on and on about how amazing Homesick was, and you somehow still can’t believe tonight happened. Packing your stuff you barely notice that the door flies open, but you see Harry appear from the corner of your eye.

“Ladies, would you please give me a moment with Y/N?” he asks and the girls are quick to leave the two of you alone. You stand there, kind of dumbfounded, not sure why he is acting so dramatic. Once the door closes and it’s just you and him, he stares at you, chest heaving, his hair wet from his sweat, but he still looks breathtaking.

“Harry—“

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he cuts you off, your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare back at him, completely frozen. Opposite to what he just said, he remains standing in the same spot and you’re not sure what’s happening. “Can I? Please say yes, I can’t hold myself back for any longer,” he then adds.

“Yes,” you breathe out without even thinking about it. In a heartbeat, Harry crosses the room, chest smashing against yours as he wraps his arms around you, lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that almost makes you moan into his mouth.

It’s all a hot mess, teeth clashing, hands all over each other before his palms run down to the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. When you do, you wrap your legs around his waist and let him walk over to the table nearby, so he can place you on top, standing between your thighs as he keeps kissing you hungrily, his tongue melting together with yours in this sweet chaos. It keeps going on and on, neither of you wanting to let go of the other, but you are eventually forced to stop, coming short of air. Panting wildly, lips swollen from his kisses, you look at him to meet his gaze.

“You have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from kissing you on stage.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“Y/N, I’m fucking crazy about you and seeing you come over your stage fright, sing that song… our song, fuck, that did some unbelievable things to me. Please tell me you felt the same thing!” He is begging, not just with his words, but with his eyes as well and it crushes your soul entirely.

“I did. Harry, I always do when I’m with you.”

“Fucking Hell,” he breathes out before kissing you again. “You are… everything, Love,” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t push down the smile stretching across your face, hearing him say the same words he said right after the song.

“You’ve told me that,” you tease him, his gaze meeting yours as he flashes you his famous half-smirk, heart fluttering at the sight of him.

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qjhughes · 4 years ago

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The Beginning of the End

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 1,041

Summary: Harry doesn’t know how to get Y/N to realize that he doesn’t hate her. Thankfully, Mitch has the perfect idea.

Warning(s): Some swearing, plotting and planning, Harry being a complete lovesick fool, Y/N isn’t present in this, it’s a hitch friendship moment.

A/N: This is technically part of the The View From Both Sides of The Mirror universe! (If you haven’t read the fic it’s based upon, you can always read that here) Anyways, I am completely in love and entirely invested in their story, so this is just one of the many blurbs that I have planned (as of right now there are two or three others that I’m thinking about writing!!)

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~Approximately two weeks before the beginning of The View From Both Sides of The Mirror.~

Harry audibly groans, drawing the attention of the other man in the room, causing him to snap his attention towards the sound. His long brown hair is almost down to his shoulders again, so the strands sway for a moment after his attention has been trained on the, obviously upset, young man.

“What’s wrong this time, H?” Mitch asks, his soft-spoken manner a stark contrast of the outburst that just wracked through Harry’s body.

“She hates me, man.” He groans, the chestnut curls atop his head falling slightly out of place as he drops his head to his hands. He uses his palms to begin massaging his eyes and his fingertips to knead at the sensitive skin of his temples, trying to soothe the headache that had been plaguing him for the majority of the day.

“Who?” Mitch, of course, already knows the answer to his query, the only thing that the young star had been talking about for the past few weeks was Y/N.

“Oh, shut it, Mitch. You know who I’m talking about.” Harry grumbles. The older man can’t help but chuckle. He doesn’t understand how Harry can be so adamant on making Y/N think that he hates her when he’s actually head over heels for her.

“Why don’t you just cut the act already?” Harry scowls at the suggestion, already having a thousand reasons why that just won’t work. “The worst she can do is continue to hate you. There won’t be much of a change.”

Harry heaves the throw pillow that he was clutching, almost hitting Mitch square in the face.Thankfully, the guitarist has quick instincts, so he catches the pillow just before it makes contact.

“Shut the fuck up.” Harry grumbles. Mitch didn’t know what he was talking about. Harry couldn’t just all of a sudden change how he’s been acting about her. That would look too suspicious. And it’s not like he was up for the rejection.

“Just stop being a little bitch and talk to her.” MItch pitches the pillow back at harry, who easily catches it before hugging it back to his chest. “What’s so different about her? What’s so different from the other girls, the ones that you seem to have no trouble talking to?”

“I don’t know.” Harry sighs, rearranging himself until he’s spread across the couch. “She’s just so pretty. And even when she’s arguing with me and hurling nasty comments, she’s still so sweet about it somehow.” To Mitch, this makes absolutely no sense, but he’s going to continue to let Harry ramble, knowing that he’ll feel better after he just talks it out. “And she lights up every space that she enters. God, I don’t know how she does it, but she can make the cloudy thunder storming days seem like it’s sunny outside.” Harry nuzzles his face into the pillow he’s still holding onto. “And the way she looks at me, bloody hell, it’s a privilege to be looked at by her. Her eyes are so fucking beautiful, and the way that she seems to look at who you really are, even for just a moment, makes my heart squeeze.

“I feel like I can’t breathe around her, but in the best way possible.” Mitch is just staring at him now, no more smirks or snide remarks running through his head. The only thing that he can piece together while listening to Harry gush on and on about this girl is, wow, he’s got it bad. Of course, he’ll never say that to him, knowing that he’d immediately brush it off. Harry isn’t the best with emotions, and he’s even worse when it comes to commitment. “And, lord, Mitch, when she brushes past me and her skin touches mine? I feel like every one of my nerve endings are on fire.

“She makes me feel things that I never thought I’d feel again. I thought for a long time that I was unlovable, that I was the problem.” Harry’s throat begins to get closed up, the words sounding more and more forced, but he continues. “And I’ve just started to think that maybe I’m worth it, you know?” Mitch nods, although he knows that Harry won’t bother looking over at him. “And there’s just something about her that makes me want to risk it all.”

“Then do it. If she’s worth it, then go for it.” Mitch can sense his hesitance, so he quickly elaborates on his thought. “You can take it slowly. Try to find ways to be nicer to her. I know you’ll still come off as a dick because you’re used to doing so by now, but just try to ease into it.” Mitch stops for a moment, trying to gauge Harry’s reaction. All he gets is a wave of Harry’s hand, signaling for him to continue. “Just start to find ways to let her know that you care. Don’t rush either of you into it.”

“Yeah, maybe I could do that.” Harry conceded, knowing that Mitch is a lot wiser than him. And if his relationship with Sarah has anything to say for him, he’s a lot better at relationships as well. “I just don’t know when we’ll spend enough time together for me to do anything.”

Mitch is quiet for a moment, thinking it over. “Aren’t you going on that vacation with Sam and Lexi?” Harry just nods, not understanding what that has to do with anything. “And you said there was room for one more person?” He gives yet another nod, still not comprehending what Mitch is trying to say. “Make sure that she goes. Regardless of what it takes, make sure that she is on the flight.”

The realization finally washes over Harry, and he doesn’t think that he’s ever had someone give him such a great idea.

‘Yeah, I think I can do that.” He assures Mitch, who just nods.

And at that exact moment, Harry decides that this trip will be the week that changes the way Y/N perceives him. It will be the end of them as enemies, and hopefully be the beginning of them as lovers.

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Season 15 Spoilers Masterlist (episode by episode)

Production office opened May 10, 2021 Shot between June 7 - September 21, 2021 / September 22, 2021 Season 15 premieres October 17, 2021

The Bartlett-Fleming family has learned a hard lesson: life is short and you have to live each day to the fullest. In season 15 of HEARTLAND, they will put what they learned into practice. Last season, Amy said goodbye to the past. This season, she embraces the future - raising her daughter, working with the horses who continue to heal her, branching out into a new phase of her life and profession. She is moving forward and feels determined to leave a legacy. In fact, Jack, Lisa, Lou and Tim have all decided that now is not the time to pull back, but to ramp up, to create new dreams and fulfill old ones. And, as they always do, the family will pull together to help each other… and will ultimately end up stronger than ever.

OBVIOUSLY THERE ARE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT, SO YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! I will update this post with all the new info we get.

PROMO SHOTS | CHARACTER BIOS | SEASON 15 TAG | EPISODE GUIDE | TRAILER

15x01 - Moving Toward the Light

Amy must help a skeptical performer, and her pair of matched liberty horses work together again. Jack unexpectedly buys Mitch's herd of cattle. Tim returns from his trip with a surprise for everyone.

Written by: Heather Conkie Directed by: Pierre Tremblay Filmed between: June 7 - 25, 2021 Airs: October 17, 2021

Characters: Amy, Jack, Lou, Lyndy, Tim, Lisa, Jessica. Guest stars: Sarah Booth (Sylvie Fauchard), Caitlynne Medrek (Miss Clarissa). Animals: dog: Remi, horse: Shadow, Buddy, Zeus, Juniper. Plot points: drone shots, Amy and Lyndy by the river with Shadow, stunt work with Jack (cattle involved), Lyndy riding, Lou in the kitchen, the ranch (scenes with Amy, Lou and Jack), liberty training / Dark Horse (Amy, Lyndy, Jessica and Tim watching a performance), dinner outside at the ranch (at least Lisa, Tim and Jessica involved), Amy riding Shadow with Lyndy, scene with Amy and Lyndy by the porch late at night.

Music: - Chance Peña x VANYO - "Find My Way"

Extras: - Liberty Work on Heartland

Preview | First minutes | 15x01 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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15x02 - Runaway

A wild stallion escapes from Sam’s ranch during a burglary and Amy will stop at nothing to find him. Lisa’s latest business investment is at risk. Tim and Jessica adjust to life back at Heartland.

Written by: Mark Haroun Directed by: Ken Filewych Filmed between: June 7 - 25, 2021 Airs: October 24, 2021

Characters: Amy, Jack, Lou, Lyndy, Lisa, Tim, Jessica, Sam, Caleb, Rick, Katie, Parker, Scott. Guest stars: Dave Trimble (Dave Chalmers), Christopher Clare (Driver). Animals: horse: black stallion, Shadow. Plot points: Fairfield (Jack and Lisa having champagne and grapes), scenes with Tim and Caleb at the rodeo grounds, Lou and Amy at the Dude Ranch, Lou driving her car with Amy, Maggie’s (Lou, Lyndy, Parker, Katie), Lou and Rick at work, scenes with Lisa, Parker and Lyndy at the house.

Music: - Chloe Collins - "This Little Town" - Alan Doyle - "Into the Arms of Home"

Extras:

Preview | First minutes | 15x02 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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15x03 - Bad Moon Rising

When Amy works with the youth at Cooper's horse therapy centre, she is surprised to discover a teen with an inherent gift for horses. Meanwhile, Lou gets pressured by some of Hudson's "pillars of the community" to close Cooper's centre down over a rash of recent burglaries, and Lisa has Jack install a security system with Parker's "help".

Written by: Ken Craw Directed by: Chris Potter Filmed between: June 28 - July 15, 2021 Airs: October 31, 2021

Characters: Amy, Lyndy, Jack, Lou, Lisa, Parker, Cooper, Clint, Rick, Paula. Guest stars: Drew Davis (Logan), Dylan Poyser (Mac), Jenny Steele (Mrs. Fitzroy), Emma Duke (Sunny). Animals: horse: Spartan, Challenge. Dog: Remi. Plot points: Cooper at Lou’s mayor office, Cooper’s ranch, the wild herd, Jack with Parker and Lyndy by the barn, fundraiser, break-in at Heartland.

Music: - Bill Anschell - "A Passing Thought"

Extras:

Preview | First minutes | 15x03 tag | Stills | Screencaps * * * *

15x04 - Sins of a Father

After a break-in at Heartland, unwelcome memories of his father flood Jack, Amy and Logan work with a wild horse, and Tim and Parker form an unlikely duo to find the stolen goods.

Written by: Alexandra Clarke Directed by: Chris Potter Filmed between: June 28 - July 15, 2021 Airs: November 7, 2021

Characters: Amy, Lyndy, Jack, Lou, Lisa, Katie, Tim, Parker, Rick, Clint, Cooper. Guest stars: Shea Johnston (Younger Jack), Kyle Mac (Jefferson Bartlett), Drew Davis (Logan), Rhys McQuarrie (Child Jack), Jerry Baas (Janitor), Jeremy Taguchi (Police Officer), John Robert Warkentin (Shop Owner). Animals: horse: Mickey. Plot points: the bathroom, something under the bed, scene in the bathroom.

Music: (no music outside the theme in this episode)

Extras:

Preview | First minutes | 15x04 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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15x05 - Blood and Water

Amy and Shadow find themselves in jeopardy on a cattle drive. Lou feels overlooked when the issue of Heartland Beef's succession plan is raised. Parker and Katie babysit Lyndy and things go awry.

Written by: Ken Craw Directed by: Kristin Lehman Filmed between: July 16 - August 6, 2021 Airs: November 14, 2021

Characters: Amy, Lyndy, Jack, Lou, Peter, Lisa, Katie, Parker, Fred. Guest stars: - Animals: horse: Shadow, Harley, Buddy, Champ, Boots. Plot points: cattle drive (Amy, Lou, Jessica, Tim, Jack, Fred), Lou saves Fred from river, dinner at the woods, Lou and Peter get back together, scenes with Amy (wearing chaps) and Jack.

Music: - Sam Outlaw - "Tenderheart"

Extras: - The Cattle Drive

Preview | First minutes | 15x05 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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15x06 - Happy Ever After

Tim and Jessica’s attempt to throw a “small party” snowballs. Lou struggles to hide a revived past relationship from the family. Amy and Logan continue to work with the wild horse.

Written by: Heather Conkie and Alexandra Clarke Directed by: Kristin Lehman Filmed between: July 16 - August 6, 2021 Airs: November 21, 2021

Characters: Amy, Lyndy, Jack, Lou, Tim, Jessica, Caleb, Jade, Parker, Katie, Peter, Caleb. Guest stars: - Animals: horse: Mickey. Plot points: Tim and Jessica’s wedding party, Dude Ranch.

Music: - Royal Wood - "Make You Feel My Love" - Nathan Angelo - "Baby Not Yet" - Joe Marson - "Never Know Your Heart" - Shaun Johnston and Amber Marshall - "Together Today" - Michael Logen & Jennifer Hanson - "Here's To Hoping"

Extras: - The Wedding Song

Preview | First minutes | 15x06 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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15x07 - Bluebird

The man who shot Ty returns to Hudson and Amy and the rest of the family grapple with how to react. Jessica enlists Katie and Parker’s help to deal with a demanding Dude Ranch guest while Lou is away.

Written by: Mark Haroun Directed by: Michelle Morgan Filmed between: August 10 - August 30, 2021 Airs: November 27, 2021

Characters: Amy, Lyndy, Jack, Tim, Jessica, Rick, Katie, Parker. Guest stars: Scott Olynek (Grady), Gabrielle Rose (Gladys Adderly). Animals: - Plot points: Jessica in the loft, Jack and Tim meet Grady at the gas station/Tim hits him, flashback from 11x117 about the swing, Rick riding, Jessica taking pictures, Amy and Lyndy by the pond.

Music: - Mira Markus - "Uptown Love" - Amy Stroup - "Lean On"

Extras:

Preview | First minutes | 15x07 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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15x08 - Brand New Day

Hudson hosts a lumberjack competition and Amy must retrain a Clydesdale and his owner to compete in the draft horse race. Tim throws his hat in the ring. Lou tries to avoid a date with Fred Garland.

Written by: Ken Craw Directed by: Michelle Morgan Filmed between: August 10 - August 30, 2021 Airs: December 5, 2021

Characters: Amy, Lyndy, Jack, Lou, Tim, Caleb, Fred, Jessica. Guest stars: Robert Cormier (Finn Cotter), Sean Yves Lessard (Evan Garland), Duncan Fraser (Al Cotter), Zina Lee (server). Animals: horse: Spartan, Butch. Plot points: lumberjack competition (Caleb involved, Amy helping), horse pulling, Amy and Lou having dinner with two people in a bar, Amy in the barn office with herbs, scenes with Amy and Lou (picnic?)/conversation at the porch (deleted).

Music: - Matt Keating - "I'm So Happy (I Can't Stand It)" - Evan Olson - "Brass Swamp Blues" - Misisipi Mike - "Calling the Shots" - Rose Cousins - "We Will Find a Way"

Extras:

Preview | First minutes | 15x08 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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15x09 - The Long Game

Amy enters Spartan into an endurance race after realizing he’s not ready to retire, Jack is set on gentling an unbroke horse despite the danger, and Lou and Katie reveal hidden feelings while camping.

Written by: Mark Haroun Directed by: Gloria Kim Filmed between: August 31 - September 22, 2021 Airs: December 12, 2021

Characters: Amy, Lou, Jack, Katie, Scott, Caleb, Lisa, Tim. Guest stars: Drew Davis (Logan), Sean Yves Lessard (Evan Garland). Animals: horse: Spartan. Plot points: competition with Amy, Caleb and Evan, Lou and Katie go hiking, scenes with Amy, Lou and Katie, Lou and Katie have a talk by a river.

Music: - Reuben and the Dark - "Rising"

Extras:

Preview | First minutes | 15x09 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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15x10 - Leaving a Legacy

Amy debates what to do when she receives money from an unexpected source. Lisa’s racing plans are in jeopardy after an accident. Tim worries when Jessica is hiding something. Lou makes a big decision.

Written by: Heather Conkie Directed by: Dean Bennett Filmed between: August 31 - September 22, 2021 Airs: December 19, 2021

Characters: Amy, Lou, Rick, Jessica, Jack, Lisa, Tim, Peter, Katie. Guest stars: Drew Davis (Logan), Jesse Vandewal (Chuck), Roel Suasin (Eddie), David Restrepo (Carlos). Animals: horse: Shadow, Harley, Challenge, Platinum Bow. Plot points: Lisa getting into a limo, mayor office.

Music: - A+A - "There Goes My Heart" - Rose Cousins - "Begin Again"

Extras:

Preview | First minutes | 15x10 tag | Stills | Screencaps

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