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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Spill or Fill Part 2

Summary: After confirming their romance and getting engaged on James' show, Y/N and Harry continue to celebrate their engagement.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, creampie, pregnancy talk, alcohol consumption, hair pulling, choking, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

DUNKIRK HARRY

"Congratulation you guys." Jimmy says shaking his head, "I can't believe it. That was.. an epic, epic proposal If I must say."

The crowd cheers and Harry grabs my hand, "Thank you, Jimmy." I smile and looks around to the crowds and back to him, "Thank you, Mr. Fallon."

He laughs, "Oh gosh, please. Jimmy."

I nod, "Thank you, Jimmy."

"So. How did you guys even keep this hidden for so long?" Jimmy asks leaning forward. I look at Harry and he smiles, "I will tell you that it was definitely a challenge. I mean, look at her."

He looks over at me and the crowd cheers.

I blush and shake my head, "Oh Harry."

He squeezes my hand, "It was a fight not to wrap my arm around her when we were getting coffee or something. I like keeping her close to me."

Jimmy nods, "Im sure everyone has had speculations about you but let me just- let's take a look at this photo right here."

A photo appears on the screen of Harry and I standing outside of a shop, "It looks like two friends grabbing coffee catching up on life, you know?"

I nod, "We were in fact dating. I think, belive it or not, I was telling him how I wanted to hold his hand or something along those lines."

"Wow. Really?" Jimmy laughs, "You guys.. I mean wow. This is incredible. I don't think I've ever met anyone who could keep something like this under wraps for so long. Now.."

He looks at the crowed then back to us, "What made you propose during the spill or fill bit?"

The crowd cheers and Harry smiles and shakes his head, "I had absolutely no idea she was coming on. Her and James kept it under lock and key, which was impressive, honestly." He looks over at me, "we've actually talked about whether or not to make our relationship public a few times. She said she wasn't opposed to the idea, and with that I just-" he holds up my hand, showing off my ring.

Jimmy claps, "That's amazing. I'm like, wow. I'm fangirling for you, y/n."

I smile, "Oh trust me. When I seen Harry down on one knee, I was.. I wanted to scream."

I glance up at Harry and he smirks. I know exactly what he's thinking about.

"You guys broke the internet, and I know that because I went to Google something and Google actually told me that they couldn't function because Harry Styles was officially off the market."

Harry bursts out laughing. He tilts his head back and claps his hands together.

I laugh and lean forward, "Oh my gosh, that's hilarious."

The crowd erupts with laughter and Jimmy shakes his head, "Congratulations to the both of you. I wish you the best of luck, and I'll be waiting for my invite to come in mail." He smiles and turns towards the crowed, "Thank you everybody, Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N!"

Harry and I wave to the crowed and walk over to hug Jimmy before exiting the stage.

"Hey guys." One of the crew says walking up to us, "Jimmy wants you to head over to to the Grand Lounge when he's done here."

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh?"

"Tell me he isnt." Harry smiles and the lady nods, "He is." She smiles and walks away.

"What is he doing?" I ask pushing myself against Harry. He shakes his head, "You'll see."

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"Hey guys. Thanks for coming on." Jimmy says walking up, "Did Cheryl talk to you guys?"

Harry nods, "she did."

"Great. See you over there!" Jimmy walks away and Harry wraps his arm around my waist, "Come on."

I'm still so confused as Harry leads me out of the building. He pulls me closer to him as we step out.

Cameras flash and people scream.

He gets me to the car and I climb in as he follows behind me.

"You okay?" He lays a hand on my cheek as the car starts to move.

I nod, "Yeah. Yeah." I look around and raise my eyebrows, "A limo?"

He moves closer to me, "I requested a car with privacy because I knew that seeing you in this dress would just.." he leans in and kisses my neck, "Turn me on."

I tilt my head and lay a hand on his leg, "Harry." I whimper as he bites me gently, "Aren't we-"

"We have a little bit of time." He gets onto the floor in front of me and starts to slowly push my dress up. I bunch it up and move around to lay most of it behind me.

"I've thought about this the whole time." He pushes my panties aside and gently drags his finger up and down my pussy, "I knew you'd be soaked for me."

He leans in and licks a strip,"I can't keep my hands off of you."

Since our engagement, we've gotten invited for interviews, late night shows, everything you can imagine. We haven't really had a full day to ourselves, but Harry promised me that Jimmy was our last show and then we'd go away on a special trip.

I moan and arch my back off the leather interior as his tongue slides in and out of me, "Fuck." He moans against me and grips my thighs tightly with his finger tips digging into me.

I roll my eyes back and tangle my fingers into his hair, "Shit." I gasp and throw a leg over his shoulder, pulling him closer to me, "Fuck. Fuck, Harry."

I let out a loud moan and I can feel myself clenching around his tongue.

I've been so turned on lately, Harry will do anything to get his hands and lips on me. With it being so hectic the last few days, it's always been this, where he eats me out, or I give him a blowjob, or we fuck, but it's all so quick.

My legs start to shake and I let out a gasp, "H-Ha-"

He moans against me which sends me into orbit. My body tenses up and then relaxes along with my grip on his hair.

He slowly pulls away after gently kissing my thighs and pussy a few times and leans back on his calves. He smirks up at me and bites his lip, "God you taste fucking amazing."

He helps fix my panties and pulls my dress down, kissing my ankle and shin before he lays my dress over.

"How much time do we have?" I bite my lip, "You know what. I don't care." I move down into my knees on the floor and position myself between him.

He undoes his belt and watches me as I get his cock from his pants. He lets out a gasp and tilts his head back as I suck on the head. I semi quickly work my way down and bob my head.

He moans and lets a hand on my head, brushing my hair away from my face so he can see me swallow his cock.

"Beautiful." He moans lowly, "The way you take care of my cock is.." he bucks his hips and gasps which is followed by a whimper.

"Fuck baby." I can hear his finger nails drag against the leather seat next to him as he fights to not mess up my hair too much.

"Fuck." He curses as I bob my head faster, "Y/N." He leans forward slightly before slamming his back against the seat.

I can feel his cum shoot out and I suck him as I go to pop off, swallowing his load.

"You're so fucking sexy." He pants, "I'm getting you alone." He pulls me up to kiss him and he fixes his pants.

"Where are we going?" I whisper tracing his visible sparrow tattoo.

"A party."

"A party?" I repeat in question, "What for? Why can't we just go home?"

He turns his head and kisses my forehead, "You'll see, baby."

The car comes to a stop and he looks over at me, "You have a little.." he wipes by my eye, "Your mascara must have ran a bit."

I lean in, pressing my lips to his, "I need you."

"Soon, baby." He pecks my lips, "Soon."

The door opens and he gets out, extending his arm out to me. I grab his hand and get out, smoothing my dress with my other hand.

"Welcome to another engagement party." He leans in and kisses my temple before pulling me along with him.

We walk in and everyone cheers and yells, "Surprise!"

Jimmy is pointing to us with the beat of the music that's playing, "There you are." He walks over, "Happy engagement! Enjoy yourself!"

I laugh and shake my head, "Thank you!" I yell over the music. He walks away and I look at Harry.

He smiles, "Surprise?"

——

A few drinks in and I am feeling myself craving Harry more and more. His body pushes against my back and his hand slides onto my stomach, pulling my closer.

I bite my lip and tilt my head slightly. I push my ass against his crotch and grind onto him. He leans down and his lips brush against my ear, "What are you doing?"

I turn around and grab his suit jacket, "Trying to get you alone."

He smirks and nods once, finishing his drink and nods to the right, "Say no more." He grabs my hand and leads me through the club.

We come to a door with a sign on it that says reserved.

"After you." Harry says opening the door and motioning me through. I walk in quickly and unzip my dress as he's shutting the door.

The lock clicks and he turns around and smiles, "Someone is ready." I walk over to him and slowly unbutton his shirt the rest of the way, "Always ready for you, Mr. Styles."

He bites his lip and I drop down to my knees, undoing his belt and slipping his pants down his legs. I grab a hold of his boxers and teasingly slide them off.

He gasps when his cock springs free and I look up at him. I stick my tongue out and lick a line underneath and wrap my lips around his cock.

He places a hand on the wall and groans, "Fuck, y/n."

I bob my head, the sound of my saliva and sucking fills the room.

"Ah, shit." He gaps and grips my hair, "if- if you keep.. fuck."

He lets me bob my head a few times and pulls his hips back, "You're going to make me cum and I want to make you feel good too, baby."

I nod and he helps me to my feet. He takes me over to the small sofa and points, "Knees."

I get on my knees and grip the back of the couch. He takes off my panties, slowly sliding them over my ass, "Fuck. I love seeing you from this angle."

His hand falls with a loud smack onto my asscheek and i whimper out his name each time he does it.

After four, I can hear him drop to his knees and he pushes his face into my pussy again, his tongue lapping in between my folds.

I hang my head down and moan, "Harry."

He groans against me and pulls my hips back, attacking me with his tongue.

He pulls away and chuckles, "I am in love with you."

He stands up and i look over my shoulder at him, "I love you so fucking much."

He slowly pushes his cock into me and reaches up to grab my throat, "You look so beautiful when I slide my cock into you."

I moan at his words and dig my nails into the couch, "Fuck." I whimper as his grip closes tighter.

He slowly pulls out and thrust back in, "Fuck baby. You feel so good."

He lets go of my neck and grips my hips, his thrusts at a fast rhythm.

I arch my back down and push my hips back, moaning loudly as he fucks me.

"That's it baby." He groans, "Fucking let them know how good I make you feel."

I let out a scream, "Harry."

"Fuck." He pulls out and lays me down on the couch. He crawls on top and slides back into me, "I can't wait to make you my wife."

I bite my lip and smile up at him.

He leans down and kisses me as he thrusts deep, moaning against my lips.

I whimper and wrap my arms around his neck, "You make me feel so good."

He thrusts harder, "I wanna put a baby in you."

I nod, "Please."

"You want that, baby? Want me to cum inside of that beautiful pussy of yours?"

I moan as he thrusts deep into me, pushing me closer to my orgasm. "Mm, y-yes."

"Fuck." He groans, "Cum for me first, sweetheart."

I wrap my legs around him, clenching around him as I throw my head back, "Harry." I breathe out. I pull him closer to me and moan, "Fuck."

"Shit." Harry moans and pushes deep in me, his thrusts gradually slow down as he pumps his cum inside of me.

I run a hand through his hair and smile up at him, "Here's to new beginnings I guess." I laugh and kiss him.

"New beginnings." He whispers before he places his lips gently on my lips.

"We better get back out there. We're probably being looked for." I sit up as he stands up.

He nods with a smile and picks up my dress, "Let me help you get dressed."

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You can find part three here

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isekai-crow · 4 months

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Mashle 2 Episode 2

Other Episodes-> ep1 ep3 ep4 ep5

This episode was a riot. It was so much fun.

SO many random HP easter eggs and we get some new fun characters!!

Specifically, Margarette Macaron!!

I love them. Non-binary, music magic, and a love of tartar sauce (and a motorcycle in the ending credits!). (It me? maybe.) Despite seeming like an overused Okama-trope, I have hope based on the spoilers I went searching for. I'm so hype for more of them in the next episode.

VA Squee: They're voiced by Koyasu, Takehito!!! The voice of Dio Brando! Touji Fushiguro! Faust VIII from Shaman King! and Clayman from TenSura!!! A very masculine voice that can also take on feminine tones and a perfect fit for Margarette. Manga Spoiler: I wonder if they'll have another va...

Ep 2 Spoilers Under the Cut! Warning IT'S SO LONG THERE'S SO MUCH.

We open in the middle of the decision to execute Mash or not, and Dumbledore, Harry, and Draco having a stand off lmao

We learn that Whalberg/Dumbledore is a famous wizard because he fought with Innocent Zero in his youth.

Does this mean the shadowed Innocent Zero who was called father by Cell War is the equivalent of Grindelwald, and Evil Jesus(Cell War (or cell wall if you wanna be a pun) is Voldemort? (Also is it father or Father lololol)

ALSO, ARE ALL THESE NAMES FROM A RNG OR PUNS CAUSE I CAN'T TELL YET lmao

We get a little speech from Wahlberg reminiscent of one of Dumbledore's speeches, but more importantly, WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF RAYNE ALSO BOWING???

Also his protecting the headmaster is a cute touch

I get that he is one of the Divine Visionaries, but is he more important than the others? He's still a student, wait, HOW DO STUDENTS HAVE THIS MUCH POWER IN THE GOVERNMENT?? NO WONDER ITS FUCKED UP??? Did I miss something??? (His reasoning for not wanting Mash dead also being the flashback to Rayne thanking him for taking care of his little brother?)

And of course Mashle can't be executed, so they set they give him a task to delay his sentencing...

The original goal Mash had in the first place, so ABSOLUTELY NOTHING HAS CHANGED.

Them backing the fuck up as Mash punches the floor is fricken hilarious. The best parts though...

1) Innocent Pero / Innocent Gyro - Thats a great subtitle translation choice, because they can't do a straight translation. Mash calls them Innocent Pero, with pero being the onomatopoeia for LICKING something in Japanese (WHATS THAT IMPLYING :EYES:), so Innocent Gyro is a good choice XD

and 2) the scene cuts to the bad guy's lair... which also seems to be shaking...

(I went and installed a gif maker for this >.>)

DON'T TELL ME. IS THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS UNDER THE BUREAU OF MAGIC????? (This is my theory and I'm sticking to it. Season 1 semi-stuck with random Philosopher's Stone plot points and the secret rooms, so it can be a semi-safe bet that season 2 might follow Chamber of Secrets?)

We then jump to an outing at the near by town to celebrate Mash Avoiding Death.

↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ The normal one ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓

Finn is the only actual normal one, WITH STYLE AT THAT, and I love him for it. (However he might also be the target of a Brother Complex and end up on the receiving end if Rayne can get over himself>o>)

The fucking Koalas...

What The Fuck Lmfao. That's all I have to say (but also this is a common gag for Japanese comedians and high school boys so... Still WTF. (This had my Beetle killing himself with laughter))

3 Wizards and a Macho walk into a wand shop and...

And the Macho is the one to get a wand. I'm so fascinated by this. How much damage is this thing going to do when Mash finally yeets it at someone???

The entire second half episode is so cute. Mash is so happy to have friends... I'm so happy for him....

But Also. Poor Finn. Look at these Freaks (affectionate).

YOU'RE ONE TO TALK. But Also Poor Finn.

The last bit. Our introduction to Margarette Macaron.

The fucking... shrimp.

Literally

It took Too Much Time for my ace-ass to realize they're THRUSTING the shrimp into the tartar sauce.

I love them? I love tartar sauce too. It's delicious.

They are so over the top. I love everything about them.

I've added too many photos to this post and tumblr is yelling at me.

So I will leave off with my hype for Rayne vs Margarette in the next episode!!!

↑↑↑↑Imagine me making this same face in anticipation↑↑↑↑

#mashle #magic and muscles #mash burnedead #margarette macaron #takehito koyasu #mashleverse

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topguncortez · 1 year

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The whole Glen Gigi Sydney thing is kinda hilarious with people jumping to conclusions and acting like they know everything. If it’s true that’s on him and Sydney. People in the comments on Glen posts on Instagram saying “you had a 10 and cheated with a 4.5” people do realise when men cheat they don’t go with better they go with easier? Right? I personally think it’s a whole pr stunt to get people to watch the new film, apparently Glen and Gigi broke up because she couldn’t do long distance relationships anymore - it’s sad if that’s true and it’s a PR stunt because he’s being branded a cheater (going on like no one in hollywoods ever cheated, Arnold Schwarzenegger had an affair and a child with the the housekeeper) I don’t think he did because he honestly doesn’t seem to be that type of person but I guess that’s just me not wanting to believe the rumours. But then it doesn’t help that Gigi is kind of hinting that the rumour is true.. But in the same breath it does not and will not ever have anything to do with me it’s not my life, I don’t know them, I’ve got my own shit to worry about.

People do need to calm down tho, telling bloggers who write FAN FICTION of an actors character that they are “supporting cheating” I mean come off it!! I don’t like reading cheating fics that’s just because im an emotional wreck and take things way to heart, but it doesn’t stop me from reading fiction about that character.

Nobody knows the truth and it’s Hollywood so that means no one will ever know the truth even if all three came out and said it was a PR stunt, nobody will believe them anyway.

Now, I hope you have an amazing day - I’m currently in hospital waiting to get a cast put on my leg after I fell down the stairs and broke it. I’m more upset that I dropped my pizza more than anything.

I agree with you that this is a whole PR nightmare/mess that could have easily been avoided. There are so many things that we don't know, and that we will never know, and we don't deserve to know. Celebrities lives are already blasted enough as it is everywhere, that the last thing they need is to have something as personal as a breakup running rampant.

As far as the cheating thing goes, I agree with you in the fact that I don't think Glen cheated. I think if he did, we'd be hearing more from Sydney's side of things (I'm thinking about Olivia and harry for this one. . .). I will also agree that I do not like the way that Gigi handled things. I understand being petty and being hurt, however, you need to have a solid reason for that. She really didn't help the situation one bit, and it's not only making herself look bad, but it is hurting Glen and Sydney, and I don't believe that Gigi would want something like that to happen.

The comments on Glen's photos are heartbreaking. It really hurts to even read through them and to even really think about. How are you not only going to say harsh things to someone you don't even know, but how are you going to drag another person into this?? We don't know all the facts so people are making nameless claims off of fucking cryptic posts and unfollows.

There's two sides to every story, it's just that simple. I'm not picking a side. I feel bad for every person involved because break-ups are never easy. And honestly, the ones that hurt the most are the ones that are caused by distance or not seeing each other enough. Because the love that you have for one another is still so fucking strong, but they are just not there enough to make it fair to spend all that time and energy. (Speaking from a personal experience, I was more gutted and heartbroken after a break-up with an ex who moved from Kauai to Maui than my ex-husband cheating on me). As for the fanfic stuff, if you can't separate your feelings. . . then you need to go take a walk. There is no need to send mean shit to people who are writing about a fictional character. And there is no need to send mean to shit to people who are writing RPF. it's fiction for a reason. let us live in our happy shiny bubble.

I really, really, truly hope that this isn't a PR stunt because there is no need for this. Like I said, it gives DWD PR stunt, and because of all that mess, it made me and so many others not want to watch the movie. Which is honestly a shame, cause there are so many other actors besides the leads that get affected from shit like this.

#g mail #the last I am speaking of this #send me hate and the anons go off

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Win-win-win

It only worked the seventh time, and pretty much by accident. The flowers Harry got were infested with—Luna called it ‘Snorkiees’ when he frantically called, but anyway they wilted by the time he got off the tube. A squirrel stole his box of chocolates—actually stole it out of Harry’s distracted grasp, then ran up the tree with what he could only call a vindictive smirk. The restaurant cancelled his dinner reservation because ‘if he really was Harry Potter he wouldn’t have called himself’, so ‘plan for success’ was a bust, and the perfect blue-sky afternoon turned into a horrible downpour of an evening. Draco found him by the tree, still begging the damned squirrel, soaked to his socks and nearly in tears.

“What—” Draco paused, pale and worried. Harry’s stomach twisted with how terribly he wanted this to work. Even worse with how horribly it was going to fail, just like the previous six times. Like always. “Potter, what the hell are you doing?”

“Erm,” was apparently not much of an answer, because the harsh frown didn’t soften.

“Did you forget where I live? You’ve come over often enough.”

“No, I know where... I just had… erm.”

Draco didn’t have an umbrella either. Or a jacket. He crossed his arms, face scrunched with this guarded expression Harry thought they finally put behind them.

“Did you change your mind?”

He blinked a million and twelve times. “About?”

“About—this. Me. Did you decide it wasn’t so important after all to try and win—”

“Win?” he wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry, whether he was already crying, or if Draco was maybe laughing at him. “Win? What the fuck have I—I’ve nothing but lost for the past six months, you arsehole. First I lost my heart to you. Then my fucking head when you wouldn’t even notice. Time after time when you didn’t believe I was—then I lost the bloody chocolates and the flowers you explicitly said one must have when asking a man on a date, and damn it, but I’ve been trying so hard, and if I lose you—if I lost you too, if you didn’t even want to be my friend after this, I don’t think I could—”

He only stopped because something hit him on the head. At first he thought maybe the squirrel was back for round two, but no, it was just Draco. Must have been, because now his arms were wrapped around Harry, and his frown finally melted, dripping down his long eyelashes, soaking his expensive cashmere jumper. Harry covered him best he could with himself before remembering to ask:

“Wait, what are you…”

“I don’t need flowers,” Draco said. “Although chocolates would be nice.”

“Shut up,” Harry found he was laughing, no idea why.

“I suppose I was only trying to… I didn’t mean to make you lose your head.”

He wiped a wet cheek with wet fingers. “Yeah you did.”

“All right, I did.”

Draco’s lips couldn’t decide between a pout and a smile. They were so close, and so wet. Harry could do this all night.

“So you’ll go on a date with me? A proper date, with all the—yeah?”

“Is that a question or a statement?” grey eyes opened, alight and so much an invitation Harry felt weak.

“I’d beg if that’s what it took. Please?”

Draco laughed, and laughed, and came a bit closer in Harry’s arms, and laughed. It was such a soothing sound, Harry would forgive any squirrel in the world.

“Okay, fine. A proper date.”

“Thank god, because I’ve already booked dinner,” he confessed into the crook of his neck. Then: “Shit, I forgot, we lost the table to some grade-F celebrity who—”

“Doesn’t matter,” Draco chuckled in his ear, “we’ll go to mine, I need to dry you up anyway. There’s so much I want to…”

“I know,” Harry nodded enthusiastically, “so much, there’s so much.”

They walked together, still rambling, both too giddily happy to stop, to notice the rain or the street. Or the squirrel, smirking on his tree, rubbing little paws together in a self-satisfied way. A win-win, if you ask him.

For the lovely @theoneindenial and her hilarious prompt, with my sincere apologies for how long it took! 700 words of fluff and a - squirrel? For some reason?

#drarry #prompts #700 words #fluff #and a squirrel?#friends to lovers #RockingRobin69 #if they don't get caught in the rain it doesn't count

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retrosofa · 6 months

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This week let's take a look at Cutie Honey episode 6: "The Black Scissors Shred Dreams."

Screenwriter: Masaki Tsuji

Art Director: Eiji Ito

Animation Director: Kazuhiko Udagawa

Director: Tomoharu Katsumata

The shot where Honey is looking up at the sky thinking about her father was originally animated differently. The original version zoomed out further and had Honey's expression changing. For whatever reason, this was changed on the home video releases.

Scissors Land is most likely a parody of the renowned Disneyland. It could also be a reference to the more Japanese familiar Nara Dreamland.

One of the first establishing shots of Scissors Land’s popular attraction, the “Coffin House'' shows a hallway full of ghoulish hands reaching out from the walls. This is a nod to Roman Palanski’s 1965 horror film, Repulsion, namely the iconic scene in which the lead character Carol (played by Catherine Deneuve) walks down a hallway while male hands reach out for her from inside the walls.

Later in the episode we see a collection of wax mannequins modeled after historical figures, celebrities and popular fictional characters. Among them are The Beatles, Marylin Monroe, Napoleon Bonaparte, Tarzan, Medusa and others.

Dirty Marry’s hilarious snot-nosed design is based on early artwork for Zuuko Kazami, who would’ve been Seiji’s little sister (in place of Junpei). Zuuko's design had her wearing a diaper, a bib, and Japanese styled sandals called geta. The name “Dirty Marry” probably comes from the 1971 Clint Eastwood film, Dirty Harry. Dirty Marry was voiced by Yoneko Matsukane, who would go on to play Jeanne de la Motte in The Rose of Versailles.

Mastodon is a wet nurse, which is a woman who breast feeds and cares for another person’s child. This is especially funny when you consider “mastodon” means “breast-tooth” or “nipple-tooth.” Her name also refers to her large body size. Mastodon was voiced by Kimie Nakajima, who did minor voice work in Tomorrow’s Joe, The Gutsy Frog, and other series from the 60’s to 80’s.

The Principality of Toreador is a fictional place. “Toreador” is the word for a bullfighter.

The style of Honey’s large x-ray vision glasses are known as “dragonfly glasses.” Despite being a handy gadget, Honey only uses them once more in episode 14, where they have red frames instead of black.

Danbei introduces himself by singing a well-known Japanese folk song called Kuroda Bushi or “The Song of Kuroda.” The song originated in Fukuoka City during the 1590’s and is often sung during drinking parties known as nomikai or at karaoke.

There seems to be a deleted scene from this episode. The back of the second laser disc features a screenshot of Honey (disguised as Marie Antoinette) that does not appear in the actual episode.

#cutie honey #cutey honey #trivia #go nagai

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makeitp1nk · 2 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEESE OF MY LIFE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

@geesenoises is one of the most thoughtful, hilarious people I've met in fandom. She is a fantastic writer, and I s2g that whenever she posts something on Discord, I'm like "her brain, man. HER BRAIN!!!!!!" Mine stills struggles to call a singular person with a plural name, but my heart has zero problems ❤️ Anyway, I wrote this lil' thang to celebrate our beloved geese's bday ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

BIG SHOUTOUT TO @katie-alden FOR THE BETA ❤️

If You're a Bird, I'm a Bird

Drarry | Rated G | No warnings, just fluff | 1.3K

The horn blares so loudly that even Harry cringes from where he stands atop the hill of the reservoir. Once, twice, three times. The fourth lingers like a drawn-out cry for help. He tries to ignore it, he really does. Hermione talked his ear off about his inability to walk away from, well, anything just yesterday. One, two, three steps, and by the fourth he just can’t help himself as he runs down the hill and straight into a sight that brings his eyebrows to his hairline.

The reservoir geese, his favourite of the area’s creatures (because fuck the mean swans that chase him when he runs too close to them), are crossing the street. They’re in a neat line, waddling sweetly in front of an Aston Martin. The Aston Martin in question is blaring its horn and startling the humans (and swans, most likely) at the reservoir, but not the geese. Oh no, not the geese, those lovely creatures of chaos. One of the geese, a baby gosling, pauses in the middle of the road. And sits. His goose mum waddles back quickly. And sits with him.

More below the cut!

“NO GEESE, NO!” he hears as the person inside the Aston Martin screams from their window. The door suddenly opens, and a tall, slender man in a black cap steps out. “FUCKING GEESE!” he screams, and it’s not until he takes his cap and slaps his thigh with it that Harry recognizes him–it’s Draco sodding Malfoy. Harry freezes. He watches as Malfoy takes a sly look around the area. He considers running before Malfoy sees him. But it’s too late, he’s been spotted. Malfoy’s eyes go as wide as saucers when he recognizes Harry, and Harry’s forced to wave awkwardly and walk over–because as Hermione keeps reminding him, he can’t leave well enough alone.

“Erm, hello, Malfoy,” he stammers.

Malfoy slumps and raises his head to the sky–the picture of a man in defeat. He looks back down at Harry. “Potter, Saviour of the wizarding world, are you here to save me from the evil little geese?”

“Hey! The geese are the best!” Harry bristles. “It’s the swans you have to watch out for.”

“What’s wrong with swans?” Malfoy asks, his voice rising an octave in indignation.

“They’re mean, that’s what,” Harry answers as he crosses his arms.

“Swans are regal you philistine,” Malfoy answers with a sneer.

“Let me guess, you have swans at the Manor now instead of peacocks?” Harry says mockingly.

A full-body shudder rocks through Malfoy’s body, his gaze turns to the gravel. “I wouldn’t know.” He pauses. “My Patronus is a swan, you of all people shouldn’t blame me for being fond.”

“Oh,” Harry says softly. A trickle of warmth flows through his body. He’s just as in love with his stag now as he’d been the first time he conjured him. Malfoy had no reason to know the Patronus charm, but Harry was unreasonably pleased that he did… that he could. “Erm, so the geese?”

“Yes! Help me, please! I’m dreadfully late to a dreadful appointment.”

“What could be so important that you were about to do magic to get these poor, sweet geese off the road?” Harry asks self-righteously.

Malfoy rolls his eyes but looks down at the road, chastened. “Mother… Mother’s rather keen on, on seeing me with someone. It’s rather late for a pureblood of my age to be single,” he says as he toussles his hair–it’s longer at the top, and Harry watches, mesmerized.

“Oh,” Harry blushes.

Malfoy looks up at him, his cheeks a faint pink. “Yes, well, I’m not particularly interested in being matched… It’s just, Mother cares, and I should… make an effort.”

“Of course, well let’s see if we can get you to your lady quickly,” Harry says, scuffling over to the gosling and his mother.

“Gentleman,” Malfoy says from where he stands leaning on his car.

Harry looks up. “Gentleman, not lady,” Malfoy says, his cheeks now a shade of red.

Harry nods, feeling like a deer in headlights. Then he faces the geese and takes one step straight back. The mother goose stands. He takes another, and she follows as her baby rises. Another step and they’re moving across the road. Just a couple more and they’re successfully on the other side. He looks back at Malfoy, and he’s shaking his head.

“How are you so fucking good with animals? Wait, I forgot, you are one,” he says with a grin.

Harry rolls his eyes then breaks into a smirk. “If you don’t like it, I can always get them to cross the road back to the reservoir.”

“No, please!” he begs, despair on his face.

Harry laughs then sidesteps the geese and walks back to Malfoy. “Well, it looks like you’re all set here. I’ll, erm, let you get to your date.”

Malfoy’s phone rings at that moment, he fetches it from his pocket and his smile slowly turns into a grin as he looks up from the screen. “I’m free. I’m so late that he cancelled. I’m free!” His entire body relaxes, that edge and tension that Harry was so familiar with from their youth melting away to reveal sparkling grey eyes and lips curled in a soft smile. “Thank you for your assistance, Potter. How could I ever repay you?”

In helpful response, Harry’s stomach audibly rumbles. Malfoy raises one eyebrow, that soft smile still on his face. Harry blushes. “Yeah, um, food would be nice? There’s a spot a quick walk from here that makes massive burgers, if you’re interested.”

“How massive?”

“Close to three kilos,” Harry says, miming the gigantic size of the burger with his hands.

“Even you couldn’t eat that much!” Malfoy cries as he gestures for Harry to get in the car.

“I finished a one kilo one with twelve slices of cheese,” Harry boasts as he hops in the passenger seat.

“You’re a liar,” Malfoy says as he begins an illegal three-point turn in the middle of the road. Just as he’s about to drive, a goose hops on the road.

“You have got to kidding me,” he whispers under his breath. Another goose joins, then another, and another, until the whole gaggle is slowly waddling across–again. A bubble of laughter makes its way out of Harry’s mouth. Malfoy glares, but that only makes things even funnier so Harry starts to guffaw. Malfoy’s gaze turns from the gaggle to Harry and back, and just as the gosling parks its feathered bum on the gravel again, Malfoy breaks into a peal of laughter.

Tears roll from his eyes as he steps out of the car and tries to mimic Harry’s moves, but he’s laughing so hard he’s about to fall over on the road next to the gosling. Harry watches and laughs until tears are slipping from his eyes too. His ribs are starting to hurt from how much he’s laughing, but he can’t stop watching the joy on Malfoy’s face or his white-blond hair shining gold in the sun. He’s as ridiculous as ever, but it’s different now. Softer. Sweeter.

Laughter starts to dissipate as Malfoy finally gets the little gosling to follow him across the road. He turns to Harry and jumps and cheers in triumph. Harry concedes the victory, clapping his hands and bowing his head, and Malfoy’s smile is so brilliant that, for a minute, Harry can’t breathe. He just stares as he takes in the other man’s impressive frame from where he sits in the car. His plump lips as he climbs inside. And his long, pale eyelashes as he turns and says, “Everything alright, Potter?”

“Yeah, erm, everything’s fine,” he manages.

“Good.” That soft smile is back on his face once more, and Harry just knows he’s done for.

“Burgers?”

“Burgers.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEESENOISES #ALL THE LOVELY THINGS FOR GEESENOISES #p1nk loves friends #p1nk writes #drarry

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harry-styles-obsessed · 1 year

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Dog person

There wasn't a day where Harry wasn't petting a dog or watching some kind of funny dog video, and before you ask yes he watches hilarious dog videos on... yup, you guessed it: Tiktok.

He stalks people on Tiktok, seeing edits of himself, he finds some of them strange but others are funny and cute as he told you a few times, showing you some of the edits that he liked- but his main reason to downloading Tiktok was simply because there was a massive amount of funny dog videos... Harry was a dog person for sure.

That evening you and him were going on a walk together, the London breeze being a bit nippy as you pulled your hood over your face, holding onto Harry's hand. "I was thinking maybe we could go to the cinema tomorrow? They're doing the anniversary of back to the future." You suggested and he smiled down at you "sure, sounds good to me." He said. He liked doing normal non-celebrity things with you because he liked being normal occasionally

"And maybe we could-" "oh my god dog" he suddenly said and you looked at the older couple walking a small patter-dale dog on the other side of the street "Harry don't-" however you fell silent as he practically ran across the street, you following close behind "hi, may I say hello to your dog?" He asked, the couple happily agreeing as he knelt down giving the dog a huge fuss. "What's his name?" Harry asked looking up at the couple as he continued to stroke the dog "Paddington," the older lady said with a wide smile as Harry's face lit up as he began talking in a baby voice to Paddington, it was cute you couldn't lie.

After a while Harry had said goodbye and you and him were on your way once again "you know you can't say hi to every dog you pass" you teased with a small grin as he soon let out a soft laugh "shut up" he mumbled playfully before wrapping his arm around your shoulders holding you close as you both continued walking down the street as you desperately tried to keep his attention on you instead of on any passing dogs, but c'mon- Harry had eyes everywhere you wouldn't be able to stop it even if you tried but really you didn't mind.... It was sweet.

Hope you liked this one!!

I'm going to see Harry live (again) in June!! I'm so excited!!!(:

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles #harry edward styles #yn #x reader #x reader x Harry styles #comfort

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fishnets-fingers · 2 years

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BEEP BEEP! MAKE ROOM FOR ME AND THIS BIG ASS FEEDBACK HAHAH! ENJOYYYY GOING THROUGH THIS MESS! <333

[Layla: this could be us but you’re just being difficult]. Dayum man, I’m just waiting for it to be done

[Layla: what intrigue, you rat bastard! you literally pulled out your dick and peed in front of me. all intrigue is out the window!] Help-

[Harry: Your face was quite hilarious! You just stood there staring at me, frozen in place, with floss between your teeth lmao 😜 ] LMFAO

[Layla: you’re right. but as a subscriber, i have seen all the pictures and videos 😈] AYEEE!!

[Harry: I told you that all you had to do was ask and I’d show you everything! Don’t waste your money, Lails. You have it all.] Awww. Well we wanted to be an honest fan sooo

[Harry: You already support me in more ways than one.] Not me smiling like some mad human

[She had a hair in a topknot, half up half down; hair ever so straight and long, bangs tucked away behind her ear.] She looks cute!

[Harry: Don’t you look cute.] Copycat -_-

[Harry: Alright. Have fun! I love you!] My heart does summersaults every time he tells her he loves her.

[It looked very soft, especially with one of Layla’s skin coloured stockings stretched over the lens - ethereal.] He knows tricks eh

[He hits shuffle - his playlist ranged from Doja Cat, Weeknd, Cigarettes After Sex to his old dirty 80s rock - and moves over to strip himself of his shorts.] I really like his taste in music

[He was wearing his fishnets and his black briefs, shirtless on top, except for the black leather collar fastened around his neck.] Hot hot hot

[With the remote in his hand, he goes to kneel on the white mattress, sitting back on his calves, leaning forward a little - palms flat on the mattress, biceps flexed.] I’m sweating-

[He took over a hundred pictures in the next two hours. Several clicks of him laying on his side - hand splayed out on his inner thigh.] nods

[He then takes a few more of him after he folds his body and drapes his tattooed arm on his knee - his you booze you lose tattoo on display, head resting on his arm.] This man-

[For the final couple of shots, he gets up and gets closer to the camera, only his chin, neck and collarbones on display and uses his narrow black belt to thread into the metal hoop at the front of his collar, winding it around his palm and holding it taunt and takes a couple of pictures.] Is this too hot or is it just the hot weather in my area?

[the corner of his mouth drops, when he looks at the caller ID.-“Yeah?” He says in a terse manner, after he presses the green button.-“Harry!” The voice chips, a familiar voice of a now unfamiliar person. “How are you, dear boy?”-“Alright.”-“What, I only get one word answers now?” He chuckles.-“What do you want, dad?” He sighs.-“Is it a crime to call up my son to check in?”-“No.”-“What are you doing right now?”-“Oh um,” his cheek flushes with colour as he looks around the room. It’s not like he could tell him he was taking pictures for his OnlyFans. “Just tidying up around the house.”-“Always the one to help your mum around the house. Guess some things don’t change.” Harry could hear him smiling on the other end of the line.-“You know me,” he manages to get out, rolling his eyes.-“Aren’t you gonna ask me what I’m up to?”-“What are you up to?”-“I’m in Manchester. Have been here for a few days for a few meetings with the mergers and acquisition team. Walked across the milkshake place you love - Shakeaway, the one at Chorlton. You remember those giant-”-“Yeah. The butterscotch and white maltesers ones.” He smiles, wistfully.-“And the brainfreeze we’d get drinking them,” he chuckles.-“Yeah.” Harry sighs.-The line goes silent, neither not knowing what to say next.-“H, what are you doing Christmas time? Do you wanna watch a game and grab a pint at a bar?”-“I won’t be in London, Dad.”-“Oh, you and mum off on a holiday?”-“We’re staying here in the States and celebrating.”-“That’s odd. Very unlike the two of you to not come home and celebrate with mum’s family.”-“Well, we’ve made a family for ourselves here. We might pop over to granddad and grandmum’s sometime after,” he says, although he doesn’t understand why he did add the last bit in.-“Oh. Thought I could see you. I picked up a Titanic record at the market the other day. Seems like an original. Pretty rare too; you can’t get the One Night in Eagle Rock anymore. Thought I could make it your Christmas present. It’s been two years since we’ve-”-“I know. Listen, I’ve got to go. Need to head to the post office soon. Told my gir - (HE SAID MY GIRL I'M GONNA FUCKING SOB) um… my friend that I’d ship some stuff of hers.” He wasn’t fully lying, he really did need to go ship Layla’s paintings of those kittens in babushkas, but he wasn’t gonna do it right now.-“Alright. You seem to be pretty busy. Hope you’ve applied to schools.”-“Yup. If everything goes well, might head to UCSD next autumn.”-“I’m positive it’ll all go smoothly, H.”-“Fingers crossed. Hey, thanks for picking up the vinyl, you didn’t have to.”-“Of course I had to, H. That’s our thing. I’m gonna let you go now.”-“Yeah. Bye.” He clicks the red button and collapses on the couch, letting out a big breath that he wasn’t aware of holding.] The saddest song of an album is playing, my periods are around the corner, I'm reading this, and I’m tearing up.

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[holding up a small skull of a tortoise from the glass cabinet.-“It’s only six dollars. It’s the coolest thing in this room. Doesn’t this look like a dinosaur?”] how the fuck does a tortoise skull look like a dinosaur to her lmfao

[“It's not coming into my house. Nothing belonging to dead animals.”] she forgot to add it in the end, so I'll: Periodt.

[She prattles on, poorly mimicking a cackling voice of a stereotypical witch. ] help-

[“Do birds even produce saliva?” Vasanth asks. ] now THAT is a question

[“That’s right! Democracy baby,” Vasanth exclaims, high fiving his niece.] not surprised this came out of Layla's mouth

[“That’s right! Democracy baby,” Vasanth exclaims, high fiving his niece.] Lmaoo poor Abi

[Harry sighs for the umpteenth time] I'm continuously learning new words while reading your fics xD

[He looks at the ceramic ring dish, Layla made for him, on his night stand. It was such a thoughtful gesture from her to make him a dish to keep all his rings in place. ] smiles

[which is insane considering she has only been in his life for three months now.] I understand you man, I missed her (and you too) when your author was in a writer's block

[Layla: mcr just released a new song out of the blue] HAHAH! LOVE THE FANGIRL SIDE

[Layla: have i pavloved you so much that my insults are sending all the blood rushing to your dick lmao] LMFAOO

Love him fanning over her thighs bro

[The power she has over me, he thinks, smiling as he’s coming down from his high.] and the power you two motherfuckers have over me-

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[“You’ll find out with the rest of the family in a few days at the function.”] AHH TORTUROUS PEOPLE

[“I won’t but you’re welcome to rub my feet,” Abi giggles.] Eye-

[Can’t tell that that's an alligator,” Abi says. ] NAUR SHE'S NOT EATING A GODDAMN ALLIGATOR WTF

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[“Alright, I’m gonna pop over to Harry’s,” she says, hands going into the pockets of her sweats.-“We just got in,” Vasanth raises his brow.-“So?”-“Don’t you wanna shower first?”-“I’ll do it later.”] grins

[He got sucked into the game the minute he got to know that he could name his animals and his character.] lmaooo

[“Give me a minute I just need to collect one more Goddess Gem, so I can marry the Harvest Goddess.”] Seriously- I will throw fucking hands.

[“Wait?!? Why am I helping you?”] THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I'M WONDERING BYOTCH

[“Fine.” She huffs. “Guess, sex is off the table then. I’m gonna take a shower.” She unzips her lilac puffer jacket and shuffles it on his floor.-“Whoa, hold on now.” He flips the device close and puts it on the desk and walks towards her.] I'm honestly gonna throw this man off the 12th floor of a apartment.

[“Hi, baby.” He whispers, bending down to nuzzle his nose against hers. “I missed you so fucking much.”] *smiles* *realizes that i'm smiling* yeah well whatever.

[“Nice try but never.”] didn't expect anything else.

[“My sweet girl wants to be touched, huh?”-She nods. “Cut it out with the teasing,” she demands. -And he does.] lmao the power she has over him

[“Can I not use a condom? Just wanna feel all of you.”-“Okay. Pull out, alright.”] just telling you that I hate pregnancy trope, yanno, just in case...

[She was indescribable, almost like his antidote.] hmmm, nice.

[He notices her hands - one gripping onto the shower handle, the other clawing onto the cold tile and he can’t help but feel jealous.] I fucking knew it.

I cannot express in words how good you write a smut. Like I need to bow down to you

[“Hurts,” she gasps, tightening around him.-“Motherfuck,” he moans loudly. “Don’t. Or I’ll come,” he warns and she relaxes around his throbbing prick.] Harry seems a little weird in this part, idk why..

[“Fuck fuck fucking hell,” he curses, eyes screwed shut, pulling out of her hurriedly - just in time - as he comes all over her stomach – warmth spreading in his body. ] thank fuck oh my god

[He hooks her leg onto his shoulder, palms laying flat against her belly - holding her squirmy body still - as he dives into her folds, intending to take full advantage of what his scruff can do. ] this sentence was alone HOT enough.

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[She’s threatened to bite him if he ever woke her up early during the weekends for his runs.] das my girl

[They’d both start with a cuddle but would eventually need their own space, because they were both predominantly stomach sleepers. ] THANK YOU FOR NORMALIZING THIS!! Majority of the writers make it seem like their characters be cuddeling all night like Koalas clung to some tree

[Until you. I like cuddling with you because it makes me feel like that. Like safe and comfortable enough to let my guard down to accept your care. So no, I’m not putting up with it just because you’re a touch person. I look forward to it actually.” It knocked the soul out of him. He went home that night and cried himself to sleep knowing that he was able to provide a haven for his sweet girl. ] WAIT. I know I have read this para before. By you obviously. But I've read this before.

[They are also creatures of habit, quite like you.] heheh

[“They are- wait am I waffling about and boring you?” He stops.] That honestly hurts. When someone is talking about something and in the middle they cut themselves off and go: 'am i boring you' or something. Like it just hurts.

[“Harry, don't sell yourself short. No one just gets to go on an all expense paid year long research expedition in the Arctic Circle, especially when they are right out of school.” ] self appreciation is real important, but who am i to say

[She always gave and gave, sometimes it resulted in back and forths just to get her to accept care from him. Care in the form of appreciation. Gratitude. Helping her with whatever she was doing. Helping her unwind with a massage or a movie. Paying for things. Wanting to spoil her. But it was hard sometimes. She was far too stubborn. He’d also notice the way her eyes flit around any room they walk into, assessing the situation, like she’s gauging the temperature of the water by dipping her toe in before taking the plunge. Taking care of people was her default mode, she’d find time to squeeze the act in even if she was slammed that day. His fingers drift to the exposed honey like skin under her collarbone, she was wearing his white ribbed tank and one of the sleeves had slid down her shoulder. He presses his lips to her sleep warm cheek, sighing in response to her scent crescendoing. ] I don't think I'll be able to let go of Layla after how attached I've become to her and how much similarities we share.

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[“You’re full of surprises, little girl.”] oh tell me about it

[“Not really. Her recipes are always elaborate and time intensive. Everyone came over to relax, so spending over two hours on a recipe wasn’t at the top of their list.”] mate cooking together for 2 hours would be rather fun than 'relaxing'

[and she always goes ‘why don’t you ask me to die already,’”] lmfaoo

[He drops his white tote on the ram recliner] I absolutely love tote bags, like I've been obsessed with them since I was 12-13

[“Lovely afternoon, is it not?” Harry takes Earl’s hand and presses his lips to his knuckles, cracking them all up.] lmao this trio is the best

[He was wearing a pair of hot pink and neon green checkered shorts - it looked like it was stitched from a curtain.] that fact that I know what shorts you're talking about and + the description made me cackle

[“Wait, snail poison?!?” Layla exclaims.-“Yeah. There’s an infestation of them in my cabbage patches.”-“So you’re planning to kill them?”-Earl nods. “They’ve chowed down on almost all of my cabbages, those fat slimy bastards.”] just pick them up and leave them in mud it's not that hard??

[“Fat chance. I’m not touching those slimy things. You’re on your own, baby.”] help- lmao I wish I was there

[The next few minutes go by in silence as Layla gets to slicing up the tomatoes and lettuce. She keeps giving the two dirty looks every now and then as she arranges the thinly sliced tomatoes on a bed of lettuce.] such a Layla thing to do xD

[“He'd rather die than tell you what’s in there Earl. Don’t even try, you’d only be wasting your time,” Layla informs, as she picks up a spoon to transfer the shrimp on top of the tomatoes. ] I get Harry very well in this one. I love journaling too and have like a whole stack of journals which are full

[“Umm… just things. Things that I see, emotions I experience, things that I like, things that pop up in my head.” He slides the book closer to him. ] Do you need scissors? To like, cut the tension? Cause man it's thick.

[“Let’s head to the dining room. The boy’s uncomfortable. His ears are to his shoulders. Well, Harry, we get that it’s personal. But I would be happy to read whatever you write, if you are comfortable sharing.” Earl slips out of the barstool. “I’m gonna head to the restroom and wash up.”-“Thanks, Earl.” He nods and Earl squeezes his shoulders before he disappears into the hallway. ] Yeah, thanks Earl :)

[A slight drizzle for Harry and Earl, and two generous tablespoons -with all the sliced chillies -for her. ] we love chilly/spicy food

“I’m old these things happen more often now. It’s not the first time. I’ll be fine.”

[“Sure. Almost forgot to tell you this.” He gets closer to her, lips close to her ear like he’s gonna share a secret. “You look beautiful today,” he says, trailing his fingertips down her cheek. His feathery stroke tickles when he gets to the column of her neck, making her squirm. “Your shirt is just marvellous,” he cockily smirks, fingers coming to clasp her gold elephant pendant that rested on the centre of her collarbones.] Smirks

I loved the exchange they had after this <333

[“I’m old these things happen more often now. It’s not the first time. I’ll be fine.”] that's straight up more worrying.

[Earl can’t help but notice the little things between the two of them and how much they were in sync with each other. When Layla looks around the table for something, midbite, Harry wordlessly heads to the kitchen and brings her the bottle of sriracha. She smiles and says a muffled thank you to him, mouthful of food, and sheepishly smiles at the two of them as she proceeds to paint the inside of her sandwich with the fiery red condiment. When Harry knocks Layla’s phone off the table with his elbows, as he takes a sip of water, he watches Layla cover the edge of the wooden table with her palm while he’s bending down to pick her phone and on cue, Harry being klutzy as ever bumps into the same spot but comes in contact with her hand and not the sharp edge.] Sighs in hopeless romantic. You got the last one from insta, didnt you eh?

[“Dance with me,” he murmurs, lips brushing against her neck, making her shiver.-“Can’t,” she smirks against his jaw. He pulls back to look at her face and frowns. “I’m on a step stool. Very restricting movement wise, I’m afraid,” she teases him.-“Dickhead,” he whispers, rolling his eyes. God, was she a menace. “Sway with me then?”-“I’d like that very much.”] I'm sure these two will give me cavity in my heart.

[They both sway together, smiling at each other, both lovestruck fools - but one unable to recognise that. The added height for Layla changed things for them, instead of burrowing her face into his chest, this time they were almost on par with each other. Harry resting his nose on top of hers, their breaths igniting warmth against their skin, chests indescribably close, lips a hairline away from one and another - brushing every now and then as they moved. Smiles stretching across their faces, dimples fully making an appearance on their cheeks. Green eyes locked with her hickory hued orbs. Harrys mutters many ‘I love you’s in between the verses. They both felt so incredibly cocooned with each others’ endearment. It’s not a common occurrence, you see, seeing a stranger through your window and having them tight in your arms - a few months later, as you are baring your soul to them.] I think my soul just left my body.

[“Does it bother you that I haven’t said I love you back?” She asks him, lips gnawing on her bottom lip, eyes focusing - on her painting that Earl had hung up - behind his ear.-“Why would it bother me? I told you this last time, remember… I don’t want you to rush in any way or feel like you need to tell me that you love me. I can wait. I just need you to know that I do.” He kisses her temple.-“It’s just…” Her lower lip trembles and Harry can’t help but rub this thumb over it. “J-Ju-Just,” she stumbles with her words, chest heaving a sob threatening to breach the levee. -“Hey,” he coos. His hands come to tightly grip the back of her thighs, right where her bum ends, and plops her on the counter, nudging her knees and wiggling himself in between. His hands come to cup her face, lifting her head to read her eyes. “What is it? You can tell me anything,” he prods.-A bead slips down one of her eyes and he’s quick to wipe it away with his thumb. “It’s just that I feel so guilty when you say it and I don’t. Initially when you said it, it was all tingly but now I just feel bad that I can’t. You don’t deserve this. You’re so nice to me all the time and I feel like you should be with someone who deserves you, you know.” Her heavy wet eyelashes blink up at him.-“Lails, it is not your place to tell me what I deserve. I need to - no, I want to be with you. You don’t get to tell me otherwise. You’re the one I want - on purpose. I choose you on purpose. I’m sorry you’re feeling guilty. But you should have told me about this sooner, baby. Should I stop saying it? Would that help?” He tucks a loose lock of her hair behind her ear. -

Layla thinks about it, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes flitting down to his shirt she’s wearing; she inspects the way the fabric is bunched around the tops thighs. She smooths out the creases with her fingers, feeling the seam of her jeans digging into the side of her thighs - protesting against her movement.-“No,” she says, timidly. “I don’t know,” she huffs out frustratedly. “Maybe, I’m not explaining this properly.” She uses the back of her hand to wipe her nose. “I’m scared.”-“Scared?” He asks, eyebrows arching up as he caresses her cheeks, hoping to provide her some comfort.-“It’s just that I am not very comfortable or good at expressing affection towards others. Especially, verbally. Like it’s much more valuable in a way. Especially if I bring myself to tell someone that I love them and it will just make it that much harder to lose them.” She sniffles. “What I’m blabbering… I can’t umm..” she tries, but tears spring to her eyes, and she screws them shut, trying to even out her breathing - hunkering that memory deep down.

-Layla was ten, she was busy hiding in the kitchen, using her new craft punches that her father dropped off at school when he came to visit. She only saw him at school now. Sometimes her grandparents would come with him. Her mother didn’t want her talking to them, so she’d kept it a secret. She kept the fact that her father, and sometimes her grandparents would come visit her in school grounds, after school hours for forty minutes. Her mother didn’t know about it because she had basketball practice till four thirty, and her mother came to pick her up after practice. He’d bought her a set of those paper punches which cut paper into different shapes. The same punchers, she used to make confetti with her colourful origami papers - she cut out many flowers, stars, hearts, butterflies, and fishes. Her mother had been sad when she came to pick her up. She had been sad all through that evening, so after Layla made dinner for them, her mother’s favourite - a simple vermicelli upma, she’d gone to execute her plan in motion. She went up to her mother, who was at the dining table, looking at a stack of papers wistfully and threw the confetti in her direction shouting a very loud ‘I love you, Amma’ - hoping it would cheer her up. But it went horribly wrong, her mother was startled, causing her to tip the opened water bottle all over the papers on the table. Her mother shouted profanities at her as Layla begged for forgiveness, she got up and grabbed a fistful of Layla’s hair and slammed it right on to the closest brick wall. ‘லூசுநாயே (stupid bitch)’ she yelled. Her jaw came into contact with cement first but Layla had managed to block the rest of her face from the wall by putting her palms in between her face and the wall. She couldn’t feel the pain but noticed blood on her shirt before she realised that blood was spouting from her mouth; she'd lost her first ever baby tooth from the impact - she’d found it two days later under the fridge, she’d later buried it in her backyard hoping she would grow a plant that would have teeth as flowers. Her mother quickly apologises telling her she didn’t mean to and she did this because she loves her, as she ushered Layla to the bathroom to help her rinse out the blood in her mouth. That was the last time she’d ever said I love you.-

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles shakily to Harry, after she’d shoved down that memory, blinking back the film in her eyes that made her vision hazy.

“It’s alright. You’re alright,” he tells her, he could tell she was struggling with something. -“It’s just that, it makes it more real, you know. And if something were to happen, it would make losing you so much harder. And I selfishly don’t want that.” She finishes. “I’m being stupid. Sorry.” -“Sweet girl,” he utters, resting his forehead against hers.-A snort escapes her lips and her hands immediately come to cover her mouth. “Sorry.” She giggles.-“Shut up. I don’t call you that only during sex,” he whines. Finding himself giggling with her even through his denial. -“Do you want me to start counting again?” She laughs.-“Don’t be a dickhead.” He presses his lips against her forehead.-“Can’t help it you know,” she shrugs.-“Thank you for sharing this with me,” he says, coming back to cup her face, feeling how warm her cheeks have gotten against his palms.-“Just know this, you mean the world to me, Har.”]

MAYA. YOU NEED TO STOP MAKING ME CRY DO YOU HEAR ME?? I TEARED UP TWICE WHILE READING THIS PART AND NOW I'M CRYING. I LOVE YOU THIS IS AMAZING.

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Most people with the name Dhruv have a buzzcut idk why..

Also, you should listen to Buzzcut Season by Lorde! It's an absolute gold song.

[“Sweeeet!” He exclaims. “Loose fries!” He picks three up and pops it into his mouth. “I swear they’re laced with cocaine or some shit. Tastes so fucking better than normal fries,” he declared with his mouth full of fried potato. ] Grins

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KILLED IT MAYA!! LOVED THIS, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE I CRIED LMAO LOVE YOUUU

How dare you think of me in such a way!!! No pregnancies for these two! They aren’t even done with college. Not full time adults yet. Why would they raise another human?? Nope. Nope. Nope.

Also you did read that paragraph. I sent it to you hehehe

Sorry for making you cry. Also I love that Ashwin isn’t mentioned here *cackles maniacally*

Eating alligators is something Layla would deffo do.

Plus, what did you think about her conversation with Harry and her flashback? (Is that the place you stopped and made you wanna rant?)

Also, thank you thank you thank you for this. I look forward to this more that I look forward to writing!! *muwah*

#book club #aprajita #six months #part nineteen

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whitephoenix81 · 2 years

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I read somewhere awhile ago, "If you were born in the Harry Potter Universe, and you could decide what family you were born into, which one would it be?"

I thought about it for a little while, before I came up with this answer.

I would want to be a Weasley.

Now, not everyone likes the Weasleys, or at least, not all of them.

Here are my reasons.

*takes a deep breath*

Arthur Weasley: was the only one of two people ever recorded to EVER be bitten by Nagini and SURVIVE.

Molly Weasley: She beat the living crap out of Bellatrix!

Bill Weasley: He is a curse breaker for Gringotts. He's basically a tomb raiding treasure hunter, for the Goblins. He's like if Indiana Jones and Laura Croft, had a lovechild. Bill would be that love child.

Oh! New headcanon!

Charlie Weasley: He is a DRAGON TAMER! AWESOME!

Percy Weasley: Now Percy actually does something that MOST adults either CANT or WONT do... He realized that he was wrong, and apologized.

Fred Weasley: He was HILARIOUS! And so very kind and smart.

George Weasley: Not only did he lose his ear, but he also lost his brother. His other half. His best friend. His yin, to his yang. No wonder he fell into depression when he died.

Ron Weasley: He is our freaking KING! 👑 PERIOD!

Ginny Weasley: *takes a deep breath to replace the air I had spent* *pauses* Do I really need to explain just how AWESOME and HARDCORE Ginny is? I mean, she is Ginny - Bat Bogey Hex - Weasley! GINNY is the one that the Gryffindor Quidditch team had picked to replace Harry, when he had been forbidden from playing again by Umbridge! How many people do YOU know, who ended up marrying their celebrity crush?!

Thank you for coming to my TED TALK.

Now, here's the question. What family would you want to be born into?

*takes a bow, walks off stage*

EDIT: After rereading the last book, I realized that Arthur wasn't the only one to survive being bitten by Nagini. Harry was bitten in Deathly Hallows. But, Arthur was the FIRST to survive.

#harry potter #the weasleys

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Oblivious -W2S

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Warnings: light smut, alcohol consumption.

In which you realise that you and Harry aren’t ‘just friends’

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Today I'm having a party to celebrate my new apartment and the entire group: Josh and Freya, Simon and Talia, Ethan and Faith, Vik, JJ, Tobi and Harry are all coming. I've already brought a load of alcohol, plastic cups and a speaker (since I accidentally left my last one at my old place). I met everyone through Talia, we've been best friends since high school so when she met Simon I began being invited to parties and eventually just became apart of the group. When Faith met Ethan around two years ago she immediately fit right in and we quickly became great friends, I was there for her during her entire pregnancy with Olive (who is staying at Faith's mum's house tonight so the couple can have fun) and always offer to look after the toddler whenever needs be.

The party begins at 7:00 o'clock so I began getting ready at around 5. I straightened my hair, applied some makeup and got dressed into a nude, lacy body suit along with some low waisted blue jeans and some matching nude heels. I then took some pics for insta and by the time I was finished it was 6:45. I dimmed the lights slightly, turned on the speaker and began playing the loud music from my phone. A few minutes later there was a knock on my door. I quickly traveled towards it and swung it open to reveal Simon, Talia and JJ. With a big smile I led them into the room "come on in!" "First here ya know!" JJ said loudly. "Ye because you came with us you're usually late." Simon stated with a chuckle. "Oi low it fam!" JJ retaliated.

Freya and Josh arrived soon after then Tobi, Ethan and Faith, Vik and finally Harry. Once everyone was here the fun really began. With the music blasting, drinks in everyone's hands (except Tobi's) all four of us girls stood in a circle dancing drunkenly. I glanced over to the boys who were all sat on and around my couch, I caught Harry's eyes. I smiled sweetly at him and he returned it.

A few minutes later I decided to go to the bathroom. Once I was in there I quickly fixed up my makeup and washed some of the sticky alcohol off my arm from where Talia had accidentally spilled her drink. As I opened the door to leave, while trying to manoeuvre one of my heels so it wasn't digging into my foot, I banged directly into Harry. "Shit, sorry!" he blurted out. I laughed "it's fine, I should have been watching when I was going!" As I looked up at him properly I noticed that he was looking at me slightly differently. I smiled "What?" I asked with furrowed brows. "Oh, nothing." he said and moved around me to enter the bathroom. "Strange?" I thought, but I just shrugged my shoulders and walked back into the living room/kitchen.

After a few hours once almost everyone was pissed we decided it'd be fun to play truth or dare. We all sat around the on the couch, floor or extra chairs brought from the kitchen area into the circle we'd created. When everyone was sat we began. "Me first!" JJ shouted throwing his hand into the air. "Go on then." Josh said. "Ok... Simon truth or dare?" JJ shouted once again. Simon rolled his eyes "for fuck sake, truth." JJ giggled mischievously "have you ever done anal?" Talia grimaced "yes." Simon said glancing over to Talia who now sat with her head in her hands, embarrassed.

The game continued and the questions and dares just got worse... "Vik, truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Dare." Vik replied. "Umm... I dare you to do a shot of... sambuca and tomato sauce." Ethan said confidently. We all turned to stare at him "uh, what?" I said and we all burst out laughing, our drunkenness making it hilarious. "I wasn't expecting tomato sauce!" Josh said through laughter. Vik did the shot and it looked absolutely disgusting.

Once it finally became my turn Faith asked "y/n, truth or dare?". I sighed "truth." She thought for a moment "ok, have you ever had a sex dream about anyone here?" My eyes widened, I wasn't expecting Faith to ask a question like that. I looked around the room. I'm sure no one will remember this tomorrow anyway... "yes I have." I blushed and grabbed a pillow to cover my face. I heard a few gasps "no fucking way... who?" Freya questioned. "Wasn't part of the question." I mumbled into the pillow. When everyone calmed down I removed my face from the pillow and quickly moved on to someone else, "Tal your turn."

After Talia it came back to JJ "wait Harry hasn't been!" he stated. "Bog truth or dare?" Ethan asked. "Truth." he said simply. "Have you ever thought about any one here as more than a friend?" Ethan said jokingly gesturing to himself. "Yes." he said. Everyone quickly looked at him and he looked shocked at himself. "Who?" Ethan questioned even though there was realistically only person it could be... me, assuming he's not gay or has a crush on one of his friends birds, but surely not right? I mean I guess he's been a little more complementary lately and there's been a few weird looks, I've caught him staring a few times, he's been commenting on my posts, his breath hitched strangely once when I lent over him to grab my phone... oh. my. fuck.

"Who?" I said seriously, standing up. He just stared. The room fell silent and my heart sunk. I left the room and entered my bedroom. I feel really weird right now, how could I be so oblivious. I was sat on my bed with my head in my hands when there was a knock on the door, "y/n, It's us can we come in?" I heard Faith say from the other side of the door. I sighed slightly in relief "come in!" I said. The door creaked open and Talia, Freya and Faith walked into the room. Freya and Faith sat ether side of me on the bed and Tal squatted in front of me. "Surely you knew?" Talia said. "No, now I think about it I don't know how I didn't notice." I said. "Do you like him?" Faith asked putting emphasis on the "you" and "him". I inhaled "I dunno... maybe?" All three girls jumped slightly "you do!" Freya shouted. I shushed her "they'll hear you!" I said.

After a few minutes once I'd calmed down I said "I should really speak to him." They all nodded "do you want me to go get him?" Tal asked. I nodded, now nervous. They left and a few minutes later Harry stood at my door "come in." I said looking up at him from the bed. He shut the door behind him and sat next to me. "Im sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I was gonna talk to you I just couldn't find the right time-" he started. "You don't need to apologise." I said looking up to him through my eyelashes. Our eyes looked, something washed over me (probably drunk confidence) and I leaned forward connecting our lips. He froze slightly at first but quickly melted into it. My hands roamed through his hair as his stayed firmly at my waist. I removed one of my hands from his hair and placed it onto his hand, I moved his hand so it rested on my ass.

He pulled me forward slightly so I swung my leg over him so I sat on his lap. He groaned quietly when I sat. With both his hands now firmly on my ass I pulled away "Wait." He furrowed his brows "did I do something wrong?" I laughed slightly "no, just give me two seconds." I said and jumped off of him. I opened my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Everyone looked to me, I smiled lightly then leaned down so my mouth was close to Talia's ear. "Harry's gonna stay so can you get everyone to leave?" I whispered so only she could hear. She widened her eyes at me then nodded. I smiled then ran back towards the bedroom.

The smile stayed on my face as I sat back on Harry's lap "there gone." I said with my hands around his neck. He smirked then stood from the bed with me in his arms. He lay on the bed with me under him. "Just for the record, that sex dream was about you." I whispered and his eyes closed as he let out a deep sort of growl.

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ajoytobeheld · 7 months

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St Joseph, Michigan

October 7th, 2010

So, it’s early morning and my body thinks I’ve slept in late and is wondering why my stomach isn’t full of baked beans yet, but there’s barely light cracking the blinds and I can’t even hear vacuum cleaners in the hotel corridors yet.

Jet Lagged.

Our flight over yesterday was fine. Uneventful and fine. I have an enviable ability to fall asleep on a plane/train/automobile with ridiculous ease. A talent I wish I could replicate in bed. The first show of the tour is tomorrow, in Toronto. Yesterday we were met at the airport by our TM Joe Puleo, and merch seller/life counsellor Kellie, with a crate of beer (not Bud, gutted) and are now staying near his home, for a day of lounging before we’re met by our tour bus tonight.

Things are gonna be tight on the bus this time round. Twelve of us in a twelve-berth. Also, no trailer for the gear, so everything’s gonna be a squeeze, and an abandoned apple core slipped between seats, is gonna be more disgusting than ever. I look forward to the next 21 mornings, waking up desperate for a shit and having to pull on pyjamas and walk to the nearest Dunking Donuts to use the amenities.

I did my lightest ever tour pack this time round. So proud. Whoever has the biggest suitcase will get referred to as ‘Titanic’ for the duration of the tour. So hilarious.

Books A Month In The Country – J L Carr Screen Burn – Charlie Brooker (the cover screams “toilet book”, but I’ve always wanted to write about telly. I think my dream job would be working for ‘Inside Soap’ or something). Inverting The Pyramid – Jonathan Wilson (gonna attempt finishing this for about the 5th time)

Visuals Our Friends In The North (our pal Pete has been recommending this to me for years, and finally I’ve tracked it down to watch) Parks And Recreation

Also, there’s a whole host of TV shows I’m going to have to download to keep up with, whilst I’m away. A quick list:

Match Of The Day, Eastenders, Coronation Street, Harry Hill’s TV Burp, X Factor, Inbetweeners, Celebrity Juice.

I’m also really excited that we’ll be able to listen to Football Weekly 5 hours earlier (kinda) than we do at home. Priorities.

I’m gonna try to blog a lot more on this tour. Give an insight into what it’s like to tour in Los Campesinos!. We’ll see how it goes.

Best,

#2010 #gareth!blog #lc!blog

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zot3-flopped · 7 months

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What's always hilarious about these tinhat conspiracy theorists is that they get mad at the most normal of things. A gf supporting their bf?? this is against feminism!! But if Taylor was dating a woman, all these loons would be celebrating the exact same thing. Larries act the same. They'd die if Harry and Louis were spotted walking down the street together, even though that's their definition of a stunt.

Exactly. The Kaylors went wild with joy when Karlie attended the Eras tour, and she wasn't even in a VIP box like Taylor always is.

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omniscientoranges · 3 years

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a zak bagans cameo on supernatural would have actually elevated the show to a higher standard

#i just think it wouldve been hilarious okay. him and his shirts just walking around #i think maybe he's the guy that dies in the cold open but he's referred to as 'bak zagans' or something to that effect #also this is definitely a ghostfacers ep #like the whole amateur ghost hunting community gets together for his funeral #and sam and dean end up there of course since like. bak was actually killed by a legit ghost #and they are impeded by the ghostfacers and knock off ghostfacers literally the whole time they're trying to do the case #in like a the real ghostbusters way #anyway a whole episode of ridiculous and frustrating hijinks and they still aren't any closer to figuring out who the ghost is #and then at the funeral funeral like the lowering the casket into the ground it's like. tada! he's there and alive! he faked his death!#it was all a publicity stunt for his new show.#and sam dean and cas are just sitting there next to a hyped up ed and harry #and dean is like. oh i'm gonna kill him for real. and sam is like. dean- no. we can't #and cas is like. sam is right unfortunately. there's too many witnesses at the moment and it would likely give him even more publicity #then they all just sit in silence for a few seconds and then get up and leave as people pop champagne bottles in the middle of a cemetery #anyway. would be HILARIOUS. more f list celebrities on supernatural like what did they have to lose #god what are these tags. i am so sleep deprived lmao #gina.spn

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ivy → remus lupin

DESCRIPTION ⌙ in which remus confesses that he loves you while on a date with another girl.

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"told you it was a bad idea." lily groans, nestling into you. with faux annoyance you roll your eyes at her remark, causing her to stick her tongue out in rebuttal.

truthfully, it probably wasn't the best idea to let james potter watch a quidditch match mere hours before his small son needed to be put to bed. there's no telling when he'll calm down enough to be able to sit still and read him a bedtime story.

but you've never had the best of ideas. even in school. you found it joyous to egg james on, letting him get into heaps of trouble just for your personal enjoyment. to your credit, however, you've never been quite as bad of an influence as sirius, who currently was jumping around with james, cigarette haphazardly held in his mouth.

and where you would encourage the boys behavior, remus lupin would discourage it. albeit— with less vigor than you would do the opposite.

remus, always the one to apologize for his friends 'unruly' behavior, to quietly clean up whatever they ruined, and quick to reprimand them, only for it to fly right over their heads.

you knew he held a soft spot for chaos— he was your best friend after all. you never missed the slight smirk on his face while the others schemed. he was a quiet sort of danger, and you liked it more than you care to admit.

"quite glad your team has won lads, but james, i do believe your son is frightfully past his bedtime." remus speaks, eyeing the clock.

james pauses his celebration, looking at his wife, "merlin, lily— why didn't you tell me?" lily huffs, standing to collect harry from him. "good grief darling, i coulda kicked these twats out for 'ya."

to that sirius sticks his nose up, "as though it's lils fault you're bad with time." he wraps an arm around the redhead, smirking at her. "lily, love, if you ever tire from your incompetent husband, please, give me a ring."

lily raises a brow and motions to you, "but i've just planned out a sapphic life with y/n. thought we'd rekindle our lost fourth year relationship."

you chuckle, "expect divorce papers soon, potter. i've been playing the long game." james shrugs, pushing sirius' arm off of his wife.

"how hilarious, joke that james will end up alone. you people don't care for my feelings." he rests his forehead to harry's, "you're the only one that understands me, i fear."

harry seems unimpressed, nestling deeper in lily's arms. causing her to try to hold back a grin. james pouts a bit before winking at her and giving her lips a chaste kiss.

you make a sound of displeasure and rise from the couch, "disgusting you two, i'm leaving. i refuse to waste my precious time being envious of a wholesome family."

remus follows you up, grin on his lips, "i'm afraid i have to agree with y/n. we'll be seeing our single selves out."

you snort, wrapping your arm through his, "i would say you could join us sirius—"

"—but i, am going home to someone. yes, that's correct. sirius black has settled down. let this joke die." he groans, toying with his cigarette.

"it's adorable sirius. you tell marls i miss her." lily muses, bouncing harry.

sirius flushes and takes a long drag of his cigarette instead of replying. blowing the smoke away from harry, and instead into a still pouting james.

you smile and fall into remus, cuddling his side. "can i stay over at yours tonight? i have a sneaking feeling that i'll be entirely too lonely at mine."

remus looks down to you, giving you a bright smile, "what else are friends for?"

the two of you bid farewell to your group, walking out of the potter's warm home to face the nimble winter. the wind is quick, cutting straight through your coat. you pull your arms closer to you, already chilled to the bone.

"we could always apparate there?" remus suggests, noticing that you're shivering.

you shake your head, "bad idea to apparate with this much wind, plus, i don't mind to walk to the bus."

he sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets, "i wouldn't mind to call a cab?"

"i'm fine, rem. stop worrying." you say, bumping him with your shoulder.

remus lets it go and the two of you make your way to the bus station. you've made this trek to his apartment for years now, but you still find yourself enjoying it. the peaceful silence and familiarity of his presence always provides you comfort.

remus has always been a constant in your life, your anchor. he's kept you afloat through so much. from keeping you from failing dada back in fourth year, to letting you stay with him anytime you were down.

to say that remus was a good friend wouldn't be doing him justice. he was the epitome of a wonderful friend— kind, caring, understanding, and the only person who knew you to your core.

you loved him, maybe a bit more than you care to admit. it was hard not to.

you watch him as he pays the bus fare, quick to pay for you too, despite your apprehension. he finds the two of you seats, face calm and eyes scanning the bus. he does this every time, making absolutely sure that you're safe from unwanted stares.

his eyes close after he's done, leaning back and letting his head rest on the bus window.

you smile to yourself, taking note of his soft features. his sandy brown hair is freshly cut, nose still red from the cold, and new scar inching up his neck.

he looks like something out of a fine art painting, still and captivating. you lean into him, cheek against his chest. despite the knowledge that it's purely friendly, your heart skips a beat as he lets his arm snake around you, holding you in place.

"don't fall asleep on me yet, love." his voice is silvery, somewhat playful.

you titter, "say's you! eyes shut the minute he's sat."

remus chuckles, sound vibrating from his chest, "fair play, y/l/n."

the bus ride continues in silence, you listening to the beat of remus' heart while he caresses your shoulder. it's a conundrum, you think, to love your best friend. the endless loving touches and words, all of companionship and never romance.

"c'mon love, it's our stop." remus says, voice sweet as sugar.

you take his hand, following him out into the chilly night.

the temperature seems to have dropped and the wind's picked up, leaving you thankful that remus has yet to let you go. his body is warm, providing you some comfort.

the walk to his apartment is short, but somewhat uphill, leaving you breathless.

"bloody key." he huffs, shouldering the door in an attempt to force it open.

you bite your lip, "here, let me try."

your fingers brush his as you try the key, turning it slowly. the lock clicks, allowing you to push the door open.

you turn to remus, playful smile on your face. the tall young man flushes, rolling his eyes.

"slow and steady wins the race, rem. don't you remember?" you tease, dropping your coat on the hook inside.

he leans down to face you, dropping his wallet in the crystal dish on the entrance table, "sticks and stones, love. sticks and stones."

you stroll over to his living room, switching the light on, "new couch?" you question feeling the stretched leather.

remus hums, "bought it off dorcus last week. 'was her grandmums'."

you fall back onto it, surprised by the comfort.

"nice n'it?" he winks, slipping beside you.

you grin, "beyond! how much?"

"only two galleons. dorcus insisted she needed it off of her hands." he replies, kicking off his tattered shoes.

you follow suit, picking up both pairs and walking to neatly set them by the door, "you're a true thrifter now." you call, eyes focusing on a slip of paper peaking out of his wallet.

remus replies and you hum in response, looking over the slip. in clean, crisp writing, 'always free on saturday's if you'd like to meet <3 lina'

you stare at the writing and the phone number scrawled on the paper, in shock.

of course you knew remus went out with people— so did you, but the fact never failed to hurt. silently, you slide the paper back into his wallet, walking back to him.

"any plans tomorrow?" you ponder, trying to act innocent.

he shrugs, "might meet up with a friend."

you narrow your eyes inquisitively, "a friend? one i know?"

"i don't believe you know her, no." his voice is soft.

you smirk, dropping to straddle him, playful glint in your eye, "her? merlin, rem— you have a date!"

he smirks back, rolling his eyes, "you saw the paper didn't you. absolute snoop, you are."

you gasp in false outrage, "me, a snoop? you wound me lupin."

he laughs, hand cupping your cheek and bringing your forehead to his, "don't lie, love. you've been a snoop since we were kids."

you try to stop the butterflies erupting in your stomach from his touch, biting your lip, "oh shush, i'm not a kid anymore."

"yes but, some things never change, love." he smiles.

he was on the nose with that one. here you were, early twenties and still silently in love with your best friend. fifth year you swore this little 'crush' would have definitely ended by now.

"yes, they do. we used to be fun. now look at us— ten o'clock and night already over." you grumble, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

"you're still the life of every party, love." remus whispers, sincerity dripping from his words.

you smile against him, "remember the time 'pads and i stole filtch's broom and hid it in bellatrix's trunk?" you groan, "merlin, we didn't give a fuck back then."

"the two of you are still a menace to society— only now you use harry to get out of all your schemes." remus tisk's.

you brush off his remark, "ugh, you're grouchy. let's get you to bed." you hop off of him.

"whatever you wish, snoop." he grins, hands on your shoulder, pushing you forward and into his bedroom.

you make your way to his dresser and open his bottom drawer, finding your sleep clothes, "you didn't move my skincare out of the basket under the sink, did you?"

remus pokes his head out of the connected bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth, "of course not, why?"

"oh i don't know? afraid a suitor may get curious about why you have women's items hidden in your cupboard." you tease, pushing him away from the mirror and reaching for your cleanser.

he spits into the sink, glaring at you, "no one is as nosey as you, love."

you wave him off, beginning to wash the makeup off of your face. you feel him shuffle behind you, grabbing for everything he needs.

"i've been using your moisturizer." he confesses, waving the tube in front of your soapy face.

you rinse your face, "it's fine— i use your shaving cream every time i shower here."

remus laughs and hands you a washrag. "i'll be in bed if you need me. oh, and your toothbrush is behind the mirror."

you nod and finish removing your makeup before brushing your teeth.

from the countless times you've slept over here, you've amassed a large number of things to fill his selves with. of course, he doesn't mind. still, you've tried many times to take your stuff out. he never lets you though. he wouldn't fathom you not having what you need here.

there was a long time that lily and james were certain the two of you had moved in together. sirius even swore you had a secret relationship with the lycanthrope— to this day.

despite how well you attempt to hide your feelings for remus, you're quite sure your friends have seen through you.

you timidly glance out of the bathroom as you put away your things, staring at remus as he reads. his long legs holding the thick hardcover up, slender fingers moving the pages.

thinking back to the note in his wallet, you look away, trying to stop your thoughts. you look at yourself in the petite mirror, attempting to force your eyes to focus, really focus— on how selfish your thoughts are.

remus deserves love. he should be able to find it without your hopeful wishes wanting for the opposite. because even if he doesn't love you, you love him, and loving him means to make sure he ends up happy, no matter your feelings.

you grab your things, hiding them away and walking to his bed. you don't say anything, just try your hardest to slip off into dreamland.

it takes a few minutes, but remus follows suit, assuming you to be asleep.

"g'night, love." he mutters, placing a chaste kiss to your temple.

the simple gesture keeps you up, and then when you finally fall asleep, you dream of remus.

you wonder how such a sweet thing could possibly break your heart.

-ˋˏ ❉᯽❉ ˎˊ-

the next day you wake up alone, note from remus beside you.

'off to meet with my friend. if you decide you want to snoop, we'll be meeting up with everyone at the bar around nine. love you, leftover's are in the fridge

<3 your rem'

you groan, falling back into his bed. of course he had to go on a date today. the thought brings forth a disgusting taste into your mouth.

you get out of his bed and rip the sheets and covers off— thinking that maybe cleaning up could get your mind off of your unreciprocated crush.

remus' laundry room is located in a small closet, barely big enough to fit the washer and dryer. but it did the job, maybe better than the fancy set james had gotten you for your birthday.

you shove the linens in, using the floral detergent you bought him on a drunk whim. you watch the washer for a second, thoughts full of him. you wonder what he wore, if he was nervous, if this girl was the one.

you stop yourself and try to find something else to do, coming up short— remus kept a clean apartment. there was nothing for you to do. so you heat up his leftovers and scan through his bookshelves, looking for anything that sparks interest. you eat as you look, reading through countless synopses.

despite your initial goal to forget remus and how dearly you love him, you begin reading his annotations. his penmanship in inconsistent, like some thoughts are deeply rehearsed and others spur of the moment. you trace his cursive, noticing the slight crookedness of his lettering.

as you grab for another book, your phone rings. placing down the leftovers, you grab for your phone, answering without looking.

"it's lily!" her bright voice calls, getting interrupted by a booming one, "and sirius!"

you smile, leaning on the bookshelf, "hey you two, what trouble are you getting into?"

"none— isn't it sad? lily forced me over for tea, and refuses to go motorbike shopping with me." the man grumbles.

you hear lily snatch the phone back, "james brought harry over to his mum's for the day, and i thought it would be nice to hang out with you."

you look over to the clock. five thirty.

"i'm at remus' currently, but we could meet in town soon." you suggest, looking for some acceptable clothes in his drawers.

you hear lily whistle, "you sure have been spending a lot of nights over there—"

"are you and moony getting frisky, y/n?" sirius asks, chuckling into the phone.

you groan, "he's literally on a date right now— speaking of, are you lot going to the bar later to meet her?"

lily hums, "james and i are, we're letting granny euphemia watch harry until tomorrow."

"marls and i will be there, and she's bringing dorcus— why? are you thinking about not going?" sirius asks.

you shrug even though they can't see it, "i dunno. just thought it might be weird..."

sirius gasps and you hear lily whisper something to him before speaking to you, "well, hun, i think you should go. remus would at a loss without you there. besides, it'll be nice to grab a drink with everyone."

you hum in agreement, slipping your shoes on, "i'm ready if you are? i'll apparate."

"we'll do the same— see you soon dear!" sirius yells, disconnecting the call.

you rush to grab your wallet and keys, before abruptly remembering the leftovers and sheets. setting your stuff back down you quickly throw the food away and move the laundry to the dryer— albeit a little too early.

with a sigh, you grab your things and apparate away.

the feeling when you apparate is much like diving off of a diving board. your stomach twists and turns and the moment you finally get to where you’re going it feels much too harsh. needless to say, you loathed it. convenience aside— you never found it worth it.

you walk out of the alleyway you apparated into, scanning the street for your friends. just a few stones throw away, by what looks to be a muggle electronics shop, stand lily and sirius.

the long haired man towers over the redhead, who seems to be trying to fix her hair in the shops glass window.

you stroll over to the duo, smile on your face, “hello nimwits, miss me?”

sirius winks at you, “nice sweater, y/n— looks an awful lot like a certain lupin’s sweater.”

rolling your eyes you retort, “thanks sirius. remus’ dad didn’t want it anymore.”

lily tucks her hair behind her ear, face red from the cold, "oh shut up, both of you. come on, the café across the street is about to close and i need a latte."

-ˋˏ ❉᯽❉ ˎˊ-

the air around you feels tight with anticipation— the bar is dark and prematurely rowdy. you keep glancing to the door, wondering when remus might show. what the girl on his arm might look like, act like, talk like. how she managed to captivate his mind.

checking your phone, you notice remus is almost an hour late. although your other friends don't seem to notice. sirius and james are on their second mixed drink and lily and dorcus are having a hushed conversation while marlene is taking a smoke outside.

you've been sat opposite of the marauder duo, occasionally replying to the two men. you assume james has noticed your downtrodden expression, as he bought you a cosmo in hopes it might brighten your sour mood.

truthfully, you tried to engage in conversation, but your mind was filled with thoughts or remus. no matter how hard you tried you kept coming back to the thought of him.

"drink, love. while we're young." james interrupts your thoughts, gingerly sliding the glass closer to you.

you give him a half smile, "i just don't seem to be in the mood tonight, prongs."

he gives sirius a look, causing the long haired man to shrug, before looking back to you, "do 'ya want me to take you home?"

"no it's okay. i can get back alright, i'll take the bus." you're quick to gather your things, stepping out of the booth.

"stop by third street or main?" sirius asks, thumbs typing away on his phone.

"main— i'll call you when i get there." you say, fiddling with your bags' strap.

the two bid you farewell and you walk out of the cramped bar, greeted by the brisk wind. the street is dimly lit and you're thankful for that. the absence of light seems to match your dim mood. again, your mind wanders to remus. old and fresh memories keep you company as you walk alone.

you think about what he means to you. you ask yourself what you mean to him. you're sure by now that there's no greater human suffering than unrequited love. thinking back to when you realized that he was the one, the one that had full ownership of your heart. you were so young. of course you didn't know the right things to do or say, but still you berate yourself for not voicing your love then. you had so many opportunities.

remus was and has been such a staple in your life. sometimes you wonder if you deserved the acts of kindness he's shown you throughout the years, despite you keeping such a secret from him.

how back in school he would carry your bag for you and let you drone on and on about anything and everything. all the times he's held you close to him and calmed you down, telling you that he'll always be there for you. of course not telling him that you're absolutely in love with him isn't a crime. not in the slightest. but it does feel like a betrayal.

you see the way his smile lights up all your memories. his voice is etched into your brain. you hear the kind words from the years. is it so bad to keep them to yourself and wish for a different outcome? maybe.

you can't escape the yearning you have for him. he's made it beyond impossible. something worse than any obsession, you're sure.

you reach the bus stop, scanning the street around you. the cold breeze rips through your coat and pants, but you wrap your arms around yourself in hopes to quell it. fruitful.

you attempt to fish your phone out of your pocket, dialing for sirius. he answers with gruff hum, bar music far louder than it was minutes before.

"i'm safe at the bus stop." you say simply.

"remus there yet?" he asks, causing you to furrow your brows.

"what? why would remus be here?"

you hear the line disconnect, causing you to huff in annoyance. you dial him again, only for it to go to voicemail. you try james to no avail. finally you decide to try remus.

the line rings three times before he answers.

"y/n?" he sounds out of breath.

you clench your exposed hand, trying to bring it warmth, "where are you? sirius thinks you're with me."

he takes a second to respond, "well i'm trying my best to get to you."

confused you shake your head, "why? i'm headed home."

he doesn't reply and you mutter his name into the device, once, twice, three times. sighing you end the call, only to hear your name being called down the street.

you look in the direction it's coming from, finding remus' face in the shadows, jogging to you. you bite your lip and go to meet him in the middle, noticing his rosy cheeks. "why are you here rem? where's your date?"

he grins, something so reminiscent of his boyish whims, "i told her i was in love with someone else, we had an incredibly long conversation about it. very sorry i was late, didn't foresee you leaving the bar early."

he seems to notice your muddled expression, "tried to make james and sirius keep you there, but honestly the run i had to find you has given me quite an adrenaline rush. which i need if i'm going to do this."

"do what, rem?" you ask, genuine confusion in your voice.

he inches closer, leaning so that his forehead overcasts yours, "tell you how deeply in love with you i am."

if the air was thick before, it's thickened. you stare up at him, shocked and bewildered. "you love me?"

remus nods, "for so long. i've thought for so long to tell you and today, well, once i got to the date, i just couldn't bear it. i told everyone, tried to fix something up. i realize how horrible it sounds to say that i got the courage to tell you that i love you while on a date with someone else. and i want you to know that i don't expect you to feel the same."

"when?' you ask, as it seems to be the only question in your mind. "when did you know you loved me?"

remus bites his lip, "frankly, i'm not sure. i think forever. since i met you. y/n, i'm in awe of you. everything about you just feels right."

you swear you're dreaming as the words fall from his mouth, "i— merlin, remus, we're both such idiots." you smile, "i love you too. i have for so long."

"just a pair of idiots in love with each other it seems." he jokes, wrapping you into a deep hug, arms around your shoulders.

you laugh, forehead against his chest, "yes, so it seems."

he pulls away, looking at you with bright eyes. you can't contain the smile on your face. you feel warm now, the cold air feels less brisk now.

you decide to tip toe up to him, eyes questioning and unsure. you lean in, hands finding their way to his arms, pulling him close. his lips brush yours and you smile before kissing him. his lips are slightly chapped from the cold, and he kisses you softly.

you've imagined kissing him before, how it'd feel. you never thought that it would be this wonderful. the sense of care and absolute adoration you feel from him is enough to have you weak in the knees. his kiss is full of unspoken words, you're sure, with the way he holds you close.

you pull away, unsure of what to say. instead of saying anything at all, you slip your hand into his and look at him. really look at him, the way you've always wanted to. you don't hide the love you have for him. it's written all of over your face.

and you suppose he knows, as he draws you in for another kiss.

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lucky ~ matt murdock x reader

just some cute fluff (matt x you) featuring our baby foggy!

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You and Matt have been together for two years, and as a result, you’ve also become close with Foggy.

One night, he’s over for dinner. The boys had a good day in court, and it had become tradition that you’d make them a nice big meal afterwards as a celebration / congratulations. If it was a bad day in court, you’d all order pizza while they drowned their sorrows in the gooey cheese. Normally Karen was there too, but she hadn’t been able to make it that night. The entire hour at the table is sat laughing and reminiscing between bites of food.

Foggy talks about how he knew Matt had met you before he even said anything. “He was late to the office, and as soon as he walked in, I took one look at him and… I just knew. In the entire time that I’ve known this man,” he gestures to Matt, “I’ve never ever seen him that flustered. I said ‘what, you just meet the love of your life or something?’ and I was right!”

Matt nearly shed a tear from laughing so hard, remembering the time that you had scared the hell out of Foggy when he came over one day. It was even more hilarious when you admitted that although you knew he was coming over, you thought Matt was going to walk through the door first.

You were then asked out of all of your memories with both of them, what was your ultimate favorite? It was easy, you knew right away as soon as the question was asked.

“I swear I don’t mean to be conceited, but my birthday just last month,” you smiled, feeling yourself blushing.

Matt held his fist out to Foggy, who had a big grin on his face as he returned the fist bump.

They had gone all out for your birthday. And even saying that was an understatement. Karen had been in on it too, having slyly slipped birthday’s into a conversation when you’d swung by their office for lunch one day.

During that conversation, she said that her worst nightmare was a surprise party. She wanted to know something was happening well before it happened, and she hated the idea of coming home expecting to be alone or just with one other person, or being lured to some mystery location, only to be met with the surprise of friends.

You laughed, admitting that a surprise party was something that you’d always wanted. But that you just wanted your very close friends, not a bunch of acquaintances that you barely knew. Karen asked if a surprise party consisting of her, Foggy, and Matt, would be what she meant, and you said that was the perfect guest list.

You both moved on to other aspects of the perfect birthday party, Karen saying she thought the idea of a bunch of cupcakes instead of one big cake sounded cute, while you said your favorite movie series was Harry Potter, and you always wanted a cake like the one Hagrid made for Harry. You both agreed that the best color scheme seemed to be black and gold, something about it just feeling so classy.

When your birthday came around, Foggy ended up calling you and begging you to go with him to pick out a new suit, saying he felt like treating himself so that he’d look nice and spiffy in court, but that he had no idea what to buy. You didn’t know it of course, but Karen and Matt were frantically trying to finish decorating his apartment in time.

There were a lot of tears when you walked through the door. Foggy had rushed ahead of you, claiming he had to pee really bad. When you walked in, Matt, Karen, and Foggy were standing there with party hats on, and they all yelled “happy birthday!” as soon as they saw you. Instantly, you teared up. The place was decorated pretty much exactly how you described it to Karen, and you now knew why she randomly brought up those questions. You hoped that you remembered all of her answers so that you could plan her party.

Foggy claps, bringing you back to the present. “That was your best birthday ever, right?”

“Oh, one thousand percent,” you nodded in agreement. “I still can’t believe you guys did all of that.”

When the three of you finish eating, dishes are cleared away courtesy of Matt and Foggy. Whenever you cooked, they never let you touch the dirty dishes.

Afterwards, Matt said he was just going to take a quick shower, mumbling something about how being in a court room always felt a little grimy despite the good outcomes.

You and Foggy settled across from each other on the couch, flipping through random channels on Matt’s new TV until you settled on a random comedy show.

Matt couldn’t help but smile as he heard you and Foggy both burst out laughing at something that was said on TV. When he exits the shower, he can’t help but eavesdrop as he’s drying off.

“—but did people actually refer to him as blind Matt Murdock? Wouldn’t most people just say Matt Murdock?”

Foggy snaps his fingers, pointing to you. “I knew you were perfect for him. That is exactly what he said.”

The show resumes after a commercial break, and attention is once again back on the TV. During the next commercial break, Foggy turns to face you. “Thank you.”

“Oh it’s not a problem, you guys deserve at least a nice meal after a big win like today—”

“No,” he shakes his head, and you’re confused. You assumed he meant for the dinner. “I mean for making Matt so happy. I think you guys are the literal definition of soulmates, and I swear on my life that I’ve never seen him happier than he is when he’s with you. I used to hate being in college and seeing him with the occasional girl,” he puts his hands up “n-not that I mean he was with a ton of girls. I mean he— no one else was ever really that nice to me, but I like you. But okay I’m getting off track here. What I mean to say, is thank you for making my best friend so happy. He talks about it all the time, how lucky he is to have met you.”

Your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest, that made you so happy. “I’m definitely the lucky one, he quickly became the best person I know. I didn’t ever think I’d find someone who’s so kind and caring, and loving.”

“Hey,” Foggy pauses for a moment, deep in thought. “Can I be best man at your wedding?”

“Shh,” you put your hand to your lips, “you didn’t hear it from me, but Matt wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Foggy quickly stands up, doing a little victory dance. As he does so, you can’t help but glance down at your left hand, admiring your new ring.

“You know,” he says your first name as he sits back down, “sounds pretty good with Murdock at the end of it. Like it’s a really good fit. Can you imagine marrying someone with an ugly last name? Anyway, that’s how you know you’re soulmates.”

You burst out laughing, loving Foggy’s train of thought. “Because my first name sounds good with his last name?”

“Yup. And soon it’ll be your last name too! Mr. and Mrs. Murdock, now that sounds cool.”

Unbeknownst to either of you, Matt was standing just on the other side of the bathroom door. It wasn’t like him to really eavesdrop on either of you, but he had been curious as to where the conversation was headed when he heard Foggy thank you.

As he opened the door to rejoin his fianceé and best friend, he wondered how on earth he got so lucky.

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