#oh god actor harry is exhausting

[a-strange-familiar]

HIS MEMORIES - HS

A/n : Oh my god! This is the first time I'm ever writhing. I always enjoyed writhing. I used write journals and small stuff but never posted because of my insecurities. But today I wanted to throw all of them aside and do it.

Please forgive me if there are any mistakes, this is my first time. Please feel free to send your feed back and It would be sooo great of you reblog.

Warnings : lil swearing, angst , mention of sexual intimacy.

Pairing: Actress!Y/n and Harry

Summary: you and Harry broke up few months back but still love each other . And after all these months you see him again in a party. All memories you tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.

(*The paragraphs in between in italics are flashbacks *)

part 2. part 3

HOPE YOU ENJOY . <3

You released a sigh and took another sip from your drink.

Industry parties can be fun, at the same time they can be a exhausting and overwhelming, especially for a introvert person like you. You came to the party like an hour ago. First fourty minutes you tried to socialize and stuff. But that's your limit. Your social battery drained and you have no more energy to socialize, but still you have to. Till date you wonder how the hell did you ended up here with your introvert personality. But that's what fate is.

You have been in the industry for a good three years and you did amazing job to prove your self. You got few awards and got nominated to few prestigious awards , amazing following on social media and a good reputation in industry. But still you feel like a new comer when it came to these kinds of situations. You feel so intimidated by all the famous actors, singers and other industry members. You feel so little while comparing to everyone. That's one of the thing that your manager Taylor don't like. She always tells you be confident and believe that you deserve everything you have now and don't belittle yourself.

That's one of things you like in Taylor. She is really confident, and you want atleast ten percent of that.

" Y/N !" your thoughts are immediately got cut by hearing your name from a familiar voice.

You turn and see the person who called you. And you spot none other than of one of your close friends in the industry, Gemma Chan. You smile at her and she gave you big grin back and gave you a big bear hug.

Gemma is one of your first friends in the industry, you did a film with her 2 years back when your new and from then she is your friend and a big sister.

"Look at you girl, you look amazing " she said by giving a once over and looking at your black sheer drees your wearing which have a slit on left which is showing your entire leg perfectly .

You giggled " Thank you, but look at you Babe. You look stunning" She is really stunning, she is wearing a beatifull tight pink bodycon dress.

"So Y/n , how are you? "

"I'm good, I'm amazing actually. "

"I hope I can believe you." She said In a sad tone.

You released a sigh "Gemma , I'm really good. Look at me I'm fine , totally. "

She looks at you in disbelieve but didn't prolong it." If you say so."

"Soo, you ready? I thought you wouldn't be comfortable for this yet . But here you are ."

You had no clue what she is talking about. You chuckled. "Gemma , what are you talking about,? Am I ready for what? "

Her eyes went wide . She opened her mouth to say something but closed again. After few seconds she asked " You didn't know? Shit ! " It was more like she is saying to her self.

" Didn't know what? " you asked in confusion.

"He is going to be his tonight. He will be here by any minute from now."

And with that everything around you came to a halt. All the memories you kept buried in the back of my mind for 6 months hit you back like a flood.

He is going to be here? Of course he will be here . After all he is HARRY FREAKING STYLES. It's your dumbness for thinking that he won't be here. He is one of the biggest and famous singers in the world, obviously HE WILL be in a big party like this.

You look back at Gemma " um... I- I didn't know that"

"Obviously you don't know, or why you'll be here? So now what are you gonna do ?"

"What will I do ? I'm not gonna run from the party because of him ."

" No , not like that . Are you gonna talk to him?"

" I don't know Gem , I genuinely don't know. This is so... fucked up."

She kept her hand on your shoulder "I know Babe. It'll be fine . Don't do anything that you'll regret later . Just do what your heart says"

You looked down at your feet "yeah" you said in a defeated tone.

Then you heard a loud voice calling Gemma . You both turned your head and looked at a guy who is one of Gemma's friends.

She looked back at you and said " Look, I'll be back . Or you can come with me near my friends .I don't want to leave you alone in the corner. "

You shook your head "No ,no it's fine . You go, I'll be fine. I'll come after a bit."

"You sure?" she asked in disbelief.

You just nod.

She just nod back. Give you a small peck on your cheek and left.

With that your alone again with your own thoughts. But this time your more dreadful.

You are going to see the person whom you loved with your entire soul. Your boyfriend for 1year 3 months. A person whom you thought you will spend your entire life with. A person who you still love , and maybe you will love forever.

You are going to see your ex boyfriend whom you still love , after 6 months for the first time after you broke up.

You and Harry met each other for the first time in a premier party of one of your very first films. He was the guest. That's where you met him. You had an undeniable crush on that man for so long. You are a big fan of him . That's one of the reasons why he was there at party that night. Your director know that you love him , so he thought it would be nice gift for you if Harry came.

And it was amazing . Harry is an amazing person not only on stage and infront of camera but also in real life. That night you saw him entering into the party , while giving everyone his signature dimple smile. And it was hard for you to not to fall on your knees at the sight.

*

You were looking at Harry who is walking into the party. There are many other celebrities around but still he stood out. He is just spreading his charm around. And you feel all the eyes around are on him . I mean can you blame them ?And just like that he was in front of you .

Your director Christopher Nolan. Introduced you to him . Harry worked with him too in past. They were so close and that the reason why Harry came to the party without a second thought.

Once you were introduced to Harry your eyes immediately met with his beautiful jade green eyes . People were right, he has some kind of magnetic attraction in his eyes. He extended his hand towards yours , you hesitantly gave yours. You both shake your hands and instead of leaving your hand he bought your hand to his lips and kissed the back. And all this happened while he is intensely burning his graze on you.

" Nice to meet you Y/n , I saw the trailer and it's fantastic " he said with a smile.

You blushed like an idiot and you mumbled a thank you.

And you both are having a small talk and people around you are also joining in between .

At one point in between the conversation he leaned in near your ear and his soft, delicate, pink lips are almost touching your ear and he said " you look so beautiful, you really are so pretty and I love your drees. " and he leaned back with a smirk plasterd on his lips.

You stood there all stunned trying to hide your blush and shock.

*

And after your first meeting you both kept in touch and both liked each other. And after a month you both went on your first Date. He came to your place and you both cooked dinner together, danced in the kitchen, and watched a film. In simple words you had a best date ever.

After 2 more dates you were both a couple . He asked you to be his girlfriend and you said yes in a heartbeat. And from then everything is a fairytale until it's not. You both kept your relationship in private, and it's a mutual decision. You were new to the industry and you are doing soo good with everything and breaking this news will give a big unnecessary attention. You both didn't want it . You wanted to be known for your work , not for being someone's girlfriend. So you both thought it would be good to keep it private for now and later after few days you can make it public. And only yours and his family members along with some of the close friends know about you both.

You both were madly in love. He said 'l love you ' into the 5th month of your relation. And you said it back immediately because you wanted to say those words for a long time but you thought you will freak him out. So you kept to yourself.

And suddenly you came out of your thoughts . And you realised that your drink is empty. And you want to refill it.

You just started to look around seeing everyone socializing and having fun . And you smile to yourself while looking around.

And then your entire world stopped. You met with those pair of beautiful green orbes that you were love in with once . You still are in love with.

He was looking at you. He is not just looking at you, he is looking into you. Like he is looking into your soul. His expression is unreadable. You can't figure out what he was thinking.

How long has he been here ? Is he looking at you for so long? Are you that lost in your thoughts that you didn't even see him.?

Whatever it is, now he is here. Standing a few feet distance from you looking at you while having a conversation with someone.

You can't take this any more. You just can't.

While looking at him all the memories came back. All His memories came back.

You remember the days when you both made love . When he was deep inside you , his lips to your ear breathing heavily and wishpering sweet nothings into your ear.

You remember the days when you both used to cook together and dance in the kitchen.

You remember the lazy Sunday mornings when you both were lazy to get up early. He used to refuse to get up and you both ended being in bed till noon.

You remember taking showers together, and baths. You remember him massaging your scalp with your favorite shampoo.

You remember when he said 'I love you' for the first time.

You remember the times when he used to sleep on you chest and your hand tangled in his curls gently massaging it. And the way he used to whine and complain when you stopped.

You remember the the way he used to sleep on your chest and suck at your nipples even when your not having sex. It helped him to sleep better.

You remember the way you both used miss each other because you were far from each other at the other end of the world for work.

You remember your late night talking in the balcony, because he knew exactly how much you love it.

You remember breaking up with him , both of you crying and bawling. You asking him to not to leave you. Begging him to be with you.

You remember you first kiss and your last one. And all the once in between. You remember each and everything you did together.

You remember everything, because you didn't forget anything.

Fuck . Seeing him now you can't take it anymore. All those memories are coming back.

You waited for him. You know why he broke up with you . He thought he did what's best for you, but that's not his decision to make. You waited for him all these months , you thought he will come back and take you back to him . But that never happened.

Actually you still are waiting.

You tried to move on but couldn't. How are you supposed to move on when a piece of your heart will always beat for him , no matter what ?

All the pain and sadness turned into anger. You can't take it anymore. But there is one question in your mind .

'If he come and apologise now and asked you to come back , will you? '

And you can't be here, you made your way to the balcony, which is your spot at any party. If anyone wants to find you they should first come to the balcony.

Once you entered into the balcony cold winter air hit your face. And you stand there admiring the nature. While you stand there you can't help but think about him.

*

You and Harry are sleeping on his bed. You are sleeping on your back and his head on your chest just the way you both like. His hands are wrapped around your waist and your hands are in his beautiful chocolate brown curls , massaging .

You both are in comfortable silence, you can hear nothing other than your soft breathings. The room is dimly lit , but you can still see his features very well.

"Baby? " He was the first one to break the silence.

You hummed back in answer.

He lifted his head so that your eyes are meeting , you give him a small smile.

"I want to tell you something, but you can't freak out" He looked nervous.

And you were nervous too , you don't know what he was about to tell you.

"What is it baby? You can tell me what's wrong "

He looks soo nervous, like he is about to break down. But he took a long breath and said those three words which you are dreading to say for soo long and wanted to hear for so long.

"I love you , Y/n"

You were so shocked to hear him say that. Tears are already building in your eyes. He got more nervous by the lack of your reply . He quickly got up and tried to loosen the situation.

"You don't have to say it back , I just wanted to say you because I mean it .I wanted to say this for so long but didn't have enough courage. But you don't have say it back. Take your time. I'll wait, I'm right here. I-"

You cut his rambling by slaming your lips to his , your action caught him off guard but quickly he reciprocated with same amount of passion. You both kissed for so long and you both were out of breath. You rested your forehead against his . You both are looking into each other's eyes and breathing heavily.

"I love you too , Harry . I love soo much. " You confesed out of breath.

"You do ?" He asked you in disbelief.

You just nod and pecked his lips.

He grins ear to ear " say it again, please baby I want to hear it again "

You smile so wide "I love you Harry , I love you soo fucking much"

He closed his eyes let a deep sigh in content. "I can't get enough of you , I love you, baby"

*

Your thoughts are abundantly stopped by the sound of a pair of foot steps. You don't even have to look back to see it's him. You know it's him. And by every step he takes his familiar perfume is hitting your nose. And you swallow the lump in your throat.

You are going to do this . You are not weak. You can face him and talk.

And when the foot steps came to a halt. You can feel a presence behind you . You took a long breath and turned around to see your Harry. Maybe not yours.

You met with his beautiful face and magnetic green eyes. Again you can't read his expression. It's not cold , but its not warm too.

He opened his mouth and it felt like heaven to hear his voice for the first time in 6 months .

" Hey Y/n".

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A/n : I felt it here as an open ending, you can imagine what ever you want or if you want a part 2 please let me know . I have idea but don't know if you guys want to read or not.

Thank you for reading this. It meant a lot for taking your time and reading it. Please don't mind my mistakes. This is my first time writing. Feel free to send feed back. It means a lot for me if you hit reblog.

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Please like and reblog. It will give me motivation to me to write more.

Thank you. Lots of love <3

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[awesomefringey]

I think the “when the time is right“ was always meant to mean something like “after I‘m done filming for the next marvel movie“ but of course he can’t say that. It was always planned for him to start filming rather soon but now with the strikes it’s uncertain WHEN they start filming again. So that means his whole music career in terms of touring and promoting a new future album is somehow frozen as well because in his marvel contract he agreed to prioritize being an actor. When the strike will be over in the future some time he will have to concentrate on that and can’t tour even though he had planned for that. So with all the delays could be a few years (longer than he originally planned) till he gets to tour again and maybe he thinks he won’t be selling out stadiums anymore because he’s not the shiny new thing like he is now and someone else will be bigger than him now

I’m in complete and full denial about everything you just said. I will keep myself in the delusion that Harry can record music and then film a bit and then promote that music and then film a bit and then go on tour and film a bit some more after.

Oh god, in writing it sounds exhausting. 😫

#ask #mcu #actor harry #harry’s career

[fictionalsorrow]

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#oh god actor harry is exhausting

[queenshelby]

A New Life

Part Eleven: Wrestling

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,486

Warning: Smut

Two weeks had passed since your trip to Kerry and you believed that Laura had finally realised that Cillian was not interested in her.

But, even if she was, this didn’t change anything between you and Cillian as you continued to hide your little affair with each other. One could hardly call it an affair though. You were friends. Friends with some benefits and tonight was one of those nights he visited you after Max had gone to bed.

You only had four weeks left with each other before you would return back home to Australia and you most certainly wanted to make the most of the time you had left.

Unfortunately, Cillian could never stay over which was something that bothered you and you always wondered whether it bothered him too. But if Max knew, everyone else would know too, so, after you had slept with each other, he would normally leave and then pretend the next day that nothing had happened.

Whilst, as an actor, this was easy for him, you struggled with it, wanting to kiss him and touch him when you were amongst friends. But that clearly wasn’t part of the deal and all intimacy was reserved for when you were alone with each other.  

Because of this, you couldn’t keep your hands of each other when he finally did come and visit you and tonight was no different.

Within ten minutes of Cillian’s arrival, you were both completely naked on your bed and Cillian’s hands were on your thighs, spreading your legs further as he went straight to work with his tongue.

You moaned as the heat of his tongue mixed with the cool night breeze and Cillian moaned as he plunged his tongue inside you, tasting you. He made short work of bringing you to an orgasm leaving you breathless and needy for more.

‘Fuck you are so good at this’ you huffed out as you slowly came down from your high but Cillian didn’t give you any time to relax.  

‘Turn over’ Cillian growled and you complied with his request and went onto all fours, wiggling your ass suggestively.

‘Take me Cillian’ you groaned as Cillian ran his hand over your bare back and down over your ass. ‘Cillian, please... I need you inside me’ you demanded.

You had spent all day together and couldn’t touch or kiss, but now you were desperate and needed to have him.

‘As you wish’ he smirked as he pressed the firm head of his cock against your opening.

‘Oh god yes’ you moaned as he held your bare hips and pushed his length inside you from behind.

Being pressed against the pile of pillows in front of you made you feel fuller somehow and you pushed back against him with his thrusts, hungrily taking every inch of him. He moved his hands up to hold your shoulders as he pumped his cock into you, causing you to moan loudly.

‘Ssh Love, you have to be quiet’ he reminded you while covering your mouth with his hand despite the fact that the noises you made spurred him on.

‘Fuck me harder’ you demanded, moaning into his hand, and it wasn’t long until he was pounding you roughly from behind.

While Cillian kept one hand on your mouth, he reached under you with the other to pinch your nipples, sending you over the edge again.

‘Oh god yes yes yes’ you groaned into the palm of his hand as your orgasm washed over you and, within moments, Cillian cried out as well as he came and filled you with his warm cum from behind.

‘Fuck Y/N’ he groaned as his cock was pulsating inside you and his cum mixed with your own liquids before running down the inside of your thighs.

But, just because he came, didn’t mean that he was done. He had great stamina and, shortly after he pulled out of you, you found yourself beneath him.

‘Eager are we, Mr Murphy?’ you asked, causing Cillian to smirk.

‘Always Y/N…I just love being inside of you’ he said and, just as he did, you whimpered as he drove into you again as deep as he could. You couldn't think straight enough to say anything by this point, but he didn't seem to be waiting for a response.

‘Fuck Cillian, I'm going to cum...’ you gasped after another fifteen minutes of passionate love making and, just as you did, he adjusted his position which allowed the area above his cock to rub against your clit as he thrusted into you with circular motions.

‘Yes, fuck…yes’ you moaned loudly as you came again, hard and fast, forgetting all about Max sleeping in the room next to yours.

Ignoring how loud you were, Cillian continued to pound into you and you cried out again while running your tongue across his neck and throat.

Cillian growled and increased the speed and force of his thrusting, making you cry out even louder as he dragged out your orgasm.

When you finally came down from your high, but Cillian hadn’t reached his just yet, you thought about something different, something you had read about in a magazine the other day.

You wrapped your legs around Cillian’s waist as he continued to fuck you, indicating to him that you didn’t want him to change positions which was what he would usually do after you came.

Then, you pulled him close for a passionate kiss while you reached between the two of you to collect some of the slick juices from your extremely wet core while feeling his cock thrusting in and out of you with your fingertips before playing with his tight balls.

The sensation of your fingers running over his balls made him groan into your mouth but, little did he know that you hadn’t reached your destination yet.

After teasing him a little, you moved your hand away from in between you and ran your wet finger through the crack of his ass while he continued to make love to you.

Then, slowly and carefully, you slid your finger into his tight hole. Just a little bit at first and, after he groaned again loudly into your mouth in between passionate kisses, you added a bit more.

The sensation overwhelmed Cillian completely and he broke the kiss to let out a loud groan while his chin dropped open.

‘Does that feel good?’ you asked as Cillian’s movements became more erratic and his moans became louder and louder by the second.

‘So good...’ he murmured, closing his eyes and losing himself in the moment. ‘I'm going to cum inside you so hard...’ he then huffed out and you were incredibly turned on simply by the thought of it.

‘Oh god yes…fill me up... Cillian I want you to fill me with your cum’ you moaned, racing closer towards another orgasm yourself.

Cillian grunted, fucking you hard, his cock wrapped in your snug pussy while your index finger was buried in his ass, teasing him.

You could feel the layer of sweat between you, making everything feel dirty as your slick skin rubbed together. You gasped again and shouted out his name as, suddenly, you came again and Cillian grunted several times, as thick bursts of cum filled your tight pussy once more. You could feel his legs trembling as he rode out his orgasm and you kissed him and pulled him close, too exhausted to move.

Eventually, when you both came down from your high, you removed your finger and Cillian pulled out of you which is when, suddenly, you heard a noise coming from near the bedroom door.

Quickly, you pulled the doona over you both which is when you noticed Max opening the door.

‘What are you guys doing?’ he asked, rubbing his eyes before telling you that he had been hearing some weird noises coming from your bedroom.

‘Uhm…Max…uhm’ you stammered, cheeks flushing red, unsure what to say.

‘You guys look funny and all sweaty. Are you sick?’ he then asked and you continued to stammer something of no substance ‘And why is Cillian in your bed? Is he sleeping here tonight? Why didn’t you tell me?’ Max then asked which is when, finally, Cillian responded to his many queries.

‘We were wrestling’ Cillian said with an awkwardly serious facial expression, causing you to swallow your giggle.

‘Why?’ Max then asked.

‘Because it’s a sport I’ve taken up and your mum is helping me train’ Cillian explained, causing Max to nod.

‘Why do you wrestle in mummy’s bed without wearing any clothes though?’ he then asked and Cillian took a minute or two to find an explanation.

‘You guys are weird’ Max finally observed before asking for a glass of water.

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[hazel-light]

Chapter Word Count: ~7,400

Total Fic Word Count: ~30,000

Genre: (Wedding) Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, lots of bed sharing and every self indulgent fluffy trope possible.

Warnings: None? Lots of fluff? Occasional cussing? Some suggestive themes, moments, and jokes I guess. No smut or anything!

Disclaimer: I am not Daniel Sharman, and I do not pretend to know how he would act, speak, etc. This is fiction okay, there’s a lot of creative license, and potential to be OOC. Ricky isn’t mentioned because I started writing this before we knew he existed, so apologies for that. Also, if you’re DShar himself, please do us both a favor and don’t read this, okay???? Same if you know him 🙈

Title taken from the song Yellow Lights by Harry Hudson which suits this story quite a bit!

A/N: You thought I'd skip all the possibilities and tropes that come with the holidays?! Of course not. This is the final part to Yellow Lights. Thank you all for making my return to writing and posting so wonderful. I am so, so, grateful. I hope the ending lives up to your expectations. <3

The next month and a half passes by uneventfully. I try not to spend all of my time thinking about how great Rachel's wedding was, and equally try to ignore the wistful feeling Henry’s wedding left me with. Having Daniel be my fake boyfriend in front of my family showed me everything that I’d ever wanted; someone who fit in seamlessly, who loved me for me, with the perfect balance of romance and friendship. Whatever crush I had successfully buried when Daniel and I first met is now achingly hard to avoid. I curse my active imagination and optimism for letting me indulge in the moments of pretend, leaning too comfortably into our façade.

As a result, I don’t talk to Daniel much. He is busy finishing filming his project in London, and I try to focus on my life in LA. I’ve become paranoid that every text I send him is one too many, too annoying, or too bothersome. I figure I can reassess things when Daniel comes home from filming, and try to find my footing in our friendship again.

This seems like a solid plan until I’m on Zoom with my family for Thanksgiving. Since I’ve already flown back once this year for the wedding, and I’m planning to fly back again next month for Christmas, staying put for Thanksgiving was the economical choice. The call is mostly uneventful until the subject of Daniel comes up.

“Where’s that boy?” Aunt Judith crows from her spot at the dining table.

“Hmm?” I ask.

“She means Daniel.” Ryan rolls his eyes, bringing the iPad closer to her.

“Oh! Right.” I try to recover. “He’s still away filming his new project, actually, but I was able to fly out to see him at the end of September for another wedding, actually.”

Aunt Judith frowns. “That’s a long time to not see someone that handsome—” I start to laugh, “Are you sure he’s not cheating on you?”

Oh shit. It’s in this moment that I realize Daniel and I had never “broken up” as far as my family knows. I hear the rest of my family start sputtering in the background.

“Aunt Judith— you can’t just—”

“That’s awful, I—”

“It is kind of a long time, huh?—”

I try to keep a straight face. “Guys! It’s okay. He’s an actor, it comes with the territory. I expected this.”

“So you aren’t sure that he’s not cheating on you?” Ryan frowns.

“That isn’t what I meant, Ry. Daniel and I are fine. We’re really good, actually.”

“Well I certainly hope you’ll be bringing him home for Christmas then.” Aunt Judith huffs.

“It would be nice to see him,” Rachel speaks up for the first time, and her husband Nick nods. “I didn’t get to talk to him a whole lot at the wedding.”

I clear my throat, my mind racing. “You know, we haven’t actually talked about what we’re doing for Christmas yet; I’ll have to see what he’s doing— if he’s going to spend it with his family.”

“But you’re still coming home,” Ryan states.

“Yes, I am still coming home, no matter what.”

Ryan and Rachel’s mom, my auntie Kim speaks up. “I think it’s pretty common for a boyfriend to defer to his girlfriend’s family for the holidays. I mean, Ryan splits the day with Katharine of course, but Nick always came here with Rachel.”

“I hear you, Auntie Kim, but Daniel never gets to see his family so I’m not sure— all I’m saying is I’m not sure. He may very well come, and I will let you all know as soon as I know.” I smile tersely.

“Well hurry up, and find out,” Auntie Kim chastises. “Christmas is only a month away.”

When I hang up with them, it’s 7pm and I’m feeling antsy. How could I have forgotten that my entire family still thought Daniel and I were together? I’m not sure how to get out of this one. Tired of panicking alone in my head, I pick up my phone and dial Daniel before I can talk myself out of it. It rings and rings, and my anxiety that he won’t answer grows with each tone.

Eventually I hear rustling on the other line.

“Lauren?” Daniel’s voice crackles through the phone.

“Hi.”

“Are you alright?”

“What? Uh— yeah, I just needed to talk to you about something—” I glance at the time on my phone. “Oh god, no. What time is it there? I’m so sorry— I didn’t even stop to think about the time difference, I—”

I hear him suppress a yawn. “Lauren. It must be pretty important if you’re calling me AND rambling like this.”

“No, no, it can wait, I’m sorry— uh, go back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“Lauren,” he stops me softly and firmly. “Stop apologizing. What’s going on?”

I sit quietly, feeling like an absolute idiot.

“Lauren, come on. You can tell me.”

“I— we… we never broke up?”

He laughs. “Sorry, what?”

“We never broke up.”

“Am I still asleep, is this a dream?”

“My family still thinks we’re together and they asked me if you’re coming home for Christmas.”

We’re both quiet for a moment.

“Oh.” is all he says.

“I talked to them for Thanksgiving, and they were asking about you. I realized too late that they thought we were still together— because I never told them we broke up. I didn’t think it through this far.”

“Right, I didn’t either.”

My phone starts ringing, telling me Daniel’s trying to FaceTime me.

I accept, and I’m faced with a dark screen.

“Why are we FaceTiming?”

I hear a lamp click on and suddenly Daniel’s face is illuminated as he lays in bed, lines from his pillow still on his face.

“Figured we should at least be able to see each other if you’re going to break up with me in the middle of the night,” he teases.

I shake my head. “Not funny, this is serious, D.”

“I know, I know.”

“If I break up with you, they’re going to yell at me and tell me I’m a stupid idiot.”

Daniel laughs.

“And if you break up with me they’re going to hate you, which means they’ll hate that we managed to ‘stay friends.’ And if it’s mutual…..” I shake my head, thinking. “They’ll think we were lying.”

“Which we were.”

I sigh, “Which we were.”

“So,” Daniel pulls his blanket up higher. “What are our options here?”

“I don’t know, that’s why I called you.”

I watch him stare off into space and reminisce about when I got to see this sleepy Daniel firsthand in Cape Cod.

“I could come for Christmas…” he trails off and I frown.

“That seems like asking a lot. You’ve already given up a lot of your free time this year for me.”

He shrugs into his pillow. “Do you not want me to come for Christmas?”

I pause. “I mean, that isn’t really the issue here. You have to be tired of being in love with me by now.”

He laughs loudly — a stark contrast to the quiet of his room. “Yes, being in love with you is very exhausting.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I’m kidding. Being in love with you is not exhausting. At all.”

I roll my eyes and say nothing. “I don’t think I can bear to break your family’s hearts at Christmas of all times.”

“Man of the year.” I drawl. “What are you supposed to be doing for Christmas? Going home?”

“No, usually I travel somewhere, but I hadn't decided yet.”

I hum in response.

“Kind of leaning towards traveling to Massachusetts now, if I’m honest.”

I look at him incredulously, only to see a playful grin on his face, but I know he’s serious.

“I’m not going to stop you if you really want to come. But I—” I swallow. “Eventually we’re going to need to plan for whatever happens after Christmas.”

He nods. “I know, we will. Let’s just enjoy Christmas together, first.”

I smile. “Okay. We can enjoy it. Together.”

He clears his throat. “I hope I’m not too rusty at this boyfriend performance, it’s been a few months.”

“Daniel Sharman has performance issues… I hope that doesn’t get out to the press.”

His eyes flash. “Bold, for you.”

I shrug. “You walked into that one, baby.”

“Well, you’re lucky you’re cute, darling.”

We look at each other for a moment, and I hope my eyes don’t give away how fond I am for this man who is willing to commit to fake-loving me, and putting up with my family, and who is setting the bar way too high for any actual real relationship I could hope for.

So much for reburying my feelings.

I break eye contact first. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. Sorry again for waking you up.”

“Do Not Disturb doesn’t apply to you, Lauren. Call any time.”

I smile softly. “Sweet dreams, I’ll text you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.”

—-

I’m standing in the Boston Logan airport waiting for international arrivals; specifically Daniel’s flight from London. According to the board, his flight landed 15 minutes ago, so he should be coming to the lobby any time now. I bounce on my feet, simultaneously eager and nervous to see Daniel for the first time since parting ways after Henry and Claire’s wedding.

Eventually I see the hat and sunglasses I recognize from a selfie he sent me earlier, and I can feel my heart race. I begin walking towards him, and feel my pace quicken as I get closer. Eventually he sees me too and he’s grinning at me with his signature toothy smile that I missed so much.

When we come into contact I don’t know what the appropriate response is, so I simply grin up at him.

“Hi,” I breathe.

“Hi,” he smiles back, and before I know it he’s closer than he was before and he’s ducking down to kiss me.

It surprises me but I respond quickly, leaning up to meet him.

When it’s over he pulls back just enough to nuzzle his nose with mine.

“Missed you,” he says softly.

“Missed you most.” I smile.

He stands up straight, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, threading his other hand through mine.

I can’t see his eyes, but I assume he must be looking around when he speaks.

“Oh, are you by yourself?”

The question catches me off guard.

“Yeah— well, Ryan’s in the car, circling so he wouldn’t have to pay for parking,” I roll my eyes.

He nods, “Sorry, then—“ he makes an inconclusive gesture. “Suppose I didn’t need to kiss you quite yet.”

My stomach drops and I smile tightly, “That’s okay— better safe than sorry. I get it.”

He tugs on my hand pulling me into a hug.

“I did miss you, though.”

“And I still missed you most.” I tease.

Daniel shakes his head, but doesn’t argue, pulling back from me and reaching for his suitcase with his freehand.

“Let’s get this show on the road.”

—-

I bring Daniel upstairs to show him around, and so he can put his suitcase in my room.

“Welcome to my childhood bedroom,” I announce, opening the door and leading Daniel inside.

“Wow, where little Lauren grew up,” Daniel teases looking around. When I first arrived home yesterday, I was quick to tidy up, and hide anything that was too embarrassing, but my room is more or less the exact same as I had left it when I was 18 and moving to college.

I nod. “Yes, many secrets to my backstory can be discovered in here.”

Daniel laughs.

Ryan appears in my doorway leaning against the doorframe.

“Just so you know, Daniel, my bedroom is on the other side of this wall,” he nods to his right. “I can hear everything that happens in here. The walls are thin.”

I frown, blushing, “Ew, Ryan.”

Daniel just laughs and smirks, “Got it, bro.”

I look at him incredulously, “Don’t encourage him.”

The two share a look and shrug, seemingly equally enjoying my discomfort.

“Dinner’s ready!” Auntie Kim calls up to us.

I use that as my cue, brushing past both of them to go downstairs, leaving their laughter behind me.

—-

After Christmas Eve dinner, Katharine stops by and the four of us decide to watch the classic, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I’m the last to arrive in the living room, and when I enter I immediately notice that Ryan is cuddled up with Katharine, and sprawled out over the entire couch, leaving Daniel sitting in the only other seat— the armchair.

I narrow my eyes at them, “Are you guys for real?”

Ryan looks at us and hums innocently, “What?”

“You took the entire couch.”

I see Katharine bite her lip in amusement, as Ryan shrugs.

“I assumed you guys would cuddle anyway. Can you not share the armchair?”

Daniel intervenes, “Of course we can. C’mon Laur.”

He pats his lap. I hesitate briefly before nestling into his lap, tucking my head into his neck.

“Am I crushing you?” I whisper.

“Not at all, you’re keeping me warm.”

I huff a laugh as he puts the blanket over us and Ryan starts the movie. The steady rise and fall of his chest brings me a sense of peace and I have to try not to fall asleep, especially when his fingers gently caress my arm and my leg where he’s holding me to him. I exhale, turning further into his neck and nuzzling into him.

“Tickles,” he breathes, just shy of a whisper.

“You smell good,” I tell him, letting my eyes close.

His chuckle reverberates through his body. “Thanks, darling.”

I feel my eyes shut and sleep take over. I start to come to when I hear the ending song come on, and it drifts into whatever dream I’m having.

“She asleep?” I hear Ryan ask.

“Think so,” Daniel answers.

“You need help waking her up?”

“No, I’ve got it, thanks though. Nice seeing you, Katharine.”

I hear footsteps retreat and feel a series of kisses pressed to my shoulder, as Daniel’s long fingers brush hair away from my face.

“Time to wake up, pretty girl. You can go back to sleep once we’re in your bed.”

I shake my head no, clinging to him tighter.

“Like this bed.” I murmur drowsily.

He laughs softly. “Promise we can cuddle there too.”

“Promise?” I ask, peeking one eye open.

“I promise,” he confirms, pressing one more kiss to my shoulder.

I lift my head to look at him, rubbing my eyes.

“There she is,” he smiles gently at me.

I smile back sleepily, the words coming out before I fully think them through.

“Wanna know a secret?”

“Tell me.”

I swallow, letting my gaze flicker down to his mouth for just a moment. “I like cuddling with you.”

“You do, huh?”

I nod.

“Well the feeling’s mutual. Let’s go upstairs and brush our teeth so we can cuddle more in your bed.”

“Okay,” I relent, getting off of him. He stands up after me and I instinctively lace my fingers with his, leading us back upstairs. When we’re brushed and changed, we settle ourselves in bed and I claim my spot tucked into his neck again.

“Sweet dreams,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I echo the sentiment and gently kiss the spot on his neck I’m closest to. His arms tighten around me and I’m falling asleep again.

—-

For once, I wake up before Daniel. He looks peaceful as he sleeps on his stomach, his arm across my waist, face half smushed into the pillow. I turn my head to look at the clock to see it’s about 9:30 and know the others will be waking up soon. I turn back to Daniel and card my fingers gently through his hair. Eventually his breathing changes and his eyes flutter open, still clouded with sleep.

“Merry Christmas,” I whisper, our faces just inches apart.

He pulls himself closer to me, nuzzling into my side and closing his eyes again. “Merry Christmas.”

It’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again, voice raspy with sleep. “Is everyone else awake?”

“No, I don’t think so. I haven’t heard anyone up and around… they might be soon. Usually we kind of wander downstairs around 10, and it’s just past 9:30.”

He hums in response.

“You can go back to sleep for a little while if you want,” I offer, still running my fingers through his hair. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to go downstairs.”

I start to think he’s drifted off to sleep again when he opens his eyes and looks at me. “No, I can get up. I want to give you your present.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I told you not to get me anything; you coming here like this with me— twice— is more than enough.”

He rolls his eyes, detaching himself from me and rolling out of bed. “And look like the asshole who didn’t get his girlfriend anything for Christmas? Not a chance.”

I sit up. “We could’ve lied about it—”

“Lauren,” Daniel looks back at me exasperatedly, leaning over his suitcase. “It’s Christmas. Please just open your present.”

He pulls out a neatly wrapped, thin rectangle and places it in my lap, sitting next to me on the bed.

“Merry Christmas, Laur.”

I carefully unwrap the package to reveal a framed art print, with a circle of stars in the middle; underneath it says “The Night Everything Changed” with the coordinates of what I assume to be Los Angeles. I look up to him with soft eyes, and he gives a one shouldered shrug.

“Saw an ad for this online— where you can get the night sky documented of any night you want, anywhere you want. I thought it would be nice to commemorate this past year, for us…” he trails off, and I hug the frame to my chest.

“Daniel, I love it— Really, really love it. It’s so thoughtful.” I reach out and thread our fingers together. “I’m going to hang this in my room. I want it somewhere I see every day.”

He smiles and squeezes my hand. “I’m glad you like it. I actually wanted to talk to you about something— in relation to this. I—”

We’re interrupted by a light knocking on the door, and we both turn.

“Are you guys awake?” Ryan’s voice calls.

“Yeah, we’ll be out in a sec!” I answer.

I turn back to Daniel who squeezes my hand and moves to get up, but I pull him back.

“They can wait; this is special. I want to hear what you have to say.” I smile at him warmly, but he shakes his head, lifting the back of my hand to kiss it.

“It’s alright, I’d rather wait and tell you when we have more time to talk.”

I frown. “Promise me you won’t forget?”

He laughs. “Trust me, I won’t forget.”

He moves to stand, pulling me up with him to go downstairs, but I stop him, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

“Thank you, D. It means a lot to me.”

He returns my embrace, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

When we pull apart, I take his hand again. “Time for Christmas. Your present is under the tree, by the way.”

Daniel laughs. “A present double-standard.”

I shake my head and lead him out of the room.

—-

I think we’re done with presents when Ryan surprises me, coming over to Daniel and I on the loveseat.

“This is for both of you, kind of.” He hands me a thin, narrow gift.

Daniel looks up, surprised. “Thanks, man. That was thoughtful of you.”

He looks at me, silently asking, did you know about this?, and I shake my head no.

I unwrap the package to find a small frame, with a one hundred dollar bill matted in the middle. I look at Ryan and furrow my eyebrows.

“It's the hundred bucks I said I’d give you if you brought a real date to Rachel’s wedding. Seeing as the same guy is here for Christmas I figured you earned it. Thought I’d frame it— but you can take it out and spend it on a date or something, I don’t care.”

Auntie Kim squints. “Sorry, you told her what?”

I roll my eyes and try to avoid the way my stomach sinks at the reminder of how this all started.

I feel Daniel’s hand on my knee. “Clever, Ryan.”

I look over at him to see him flashing his polite interview smile, and I instantly know he knows exactly what I’m feeling.

Auntie Kim stands and stretches. “I don’t get it, but I’m going to go start breakfast. Your sister and Nick are picking up Judith soon and then they’re coming over. Katharine isn’t coming until dinner, right, Ryan?”

As Ryan confirms, she walks out of the room. Ryan turns back to us. “Mind if I shower first?”

I shake my head no, still lost in my thoughts, and I hear Daniel tell him to go ahead.

We’re left alone and I feel Daniel’s thumb brushing my knee.

“Thank you for my presents.”

“You’re welcome— I’m glad you like them; they don’t beat your present for me though.”

He rolls his eyes and we sit for a moment, the framed hundred dollar bill still in my hands.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

I look at him and shake my head. “I don’t know. Just an odd reminder of how this started, and that it’s going to have to end soon, I guess.”

Daniel frowns. “We haven’t really gotten to talk about that. Why don’t we table that for later— we still have a nice day ahead of us. Those are problems for tomorrow.”

I nod and smile at him, and he pulls me in to kiss my temple, and I hear the click of an iPhone camera. I look up to see Auntie Kim in the doorway.

“Sorry, I just wanted to tell you that the coffee’s on. It was too cute not to capture.”

Daniel stands up, offering me his hand. “Make sure you send me a copy. I’ll have to add it to my collection.”

I chuckle as I stand. “Let me guess; the album is called ‘Cute and Shit.’”

He grins. “How’d you know?”

—-

Christmas flies by. It’s filled with good food, wine, and everyone I love. It’s hours after dinner, and Auntie Kim has already driven Aunt Judith home before going to bed herself.

Ryan, Katharine, Daniel, and I are all still seated around the dining room table playing some kind of team card game, and everyone’s faces are red from laughter and wine.

I can’t help but watch Daniel, who is in some kind of hilarious argument with Ryan over some card he pulled. His eyes shine from the light of the chandelier, and his smile is big and bright, taking over his whole face.

It hits me in this moment that I’ve surpassed unlabeled romantic feelings; I am truly in love with this man. The realization consumes me until Katharine knocks her shoulder into mine giggling.

“Can you believe we love these idiots?”

“Sometimes it’s a hard pill to swallow,” I tease, giggling, catching Daniel’s eye mid-argument. He winks at me and I feel my already red cheeks flush even deeper.

“You two are so cute,” Katharine continues, watching our interaction. She lowers her voice, whispering to me behind her wine glass. “I was kind of worried that when you got a boyfriend he wouldn’t mesh well with our dynamic, ya know? But it kind of feels like Daniel’s always been here.”

Her words vocalize the thoughts that have been ringing in my head all day. “I know what you mean.”

Katharine dramatically clears her throat. “Are you two done? Is it our turn yet?”

—-

We part ways from Ryan and Katharine in the hallway, giggling and shushing each other in the wee hours of the morning. I shut my door behind me and waggle my eyebrows at Daniel.

“Uh oh, there’s trouble,” he teases. “Planning to seduce me?”

I shrug exaggeratedly and he laughs before looking around. “Fuck, where are my sweatpants?”

I giggle. “They’re literally right behind you on the chair.”

“Oh, thanks.” He grabs them before looking at me. “Can I change in here tonight?”

I flush. “Yeah, sure.”

After sharing a room together all this time, this is the first time we’ve changed in front of each other and the thought makes my skin tingle. I make my way over to my dresser, pulling out my own sleep shorts and t-shirt. I wiggle out of my pants and pull on my shorts, glancing over my shoulder to see Daniel, shirtless, adjusting his sweatpants on his hips. My throat runs dry, and I turn around to pull my own shirt over my head, reaching behind me to unclip my bra once it’s on. I bundle my discarded clothes in my hand, walking over to toss them in the hamper. I turn around to find Daniel already looking at me. He’s still shirtless and my eyes drift to his defined chest. He looks down as if noticing for the first time.

“It’s really, uh, hot in here.” He speaks again. “Would it bother you if I slept shirtless?”

I shake my head, mentally screaming. “No, it is warm,” I agree, reaching up to put my hair in a bun on top of my head.

He watches me intently, and I laugh self consciously. “What?”

“Nothing. Just thinking about how this was the best Christmas I’ve had in a while.”

My face lights up. “Really?”

“Yeah.” I see his grin quirk up, and know something else is coming. “I’d say it was almost perfect.”

“Oh?” I question, finishing my bun. “Go on.”

“We fit in a lot of classic traditions today, but we missed one that I’m quite fond of.”

I look at him, trying to think of what it could be, as he takes a step closer to me.

“There wasn’t any mistletoe.”

I swallow. “There wasn’t.” I pause, my mind racing. Before I can fully think it through I find myself offering, “But we could pretend?”

“Hmm?” He murmurs, taking a step closer to me so he’s right in front of me now. I know he’s giving me a chance to take it back, or make a joke; I’m nervous, but I don’t want to take it back. I just really want to kiss him.

“I’d really like it if you had a perfect Christmas.”

“And you?” He questions softly. “What would make it a perfect Christmas for you?”

Instead of answering him, I reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him for a moment, pulling back to look him in the eyes. His eyes meet mine in some unspoken understanding, and then he’s dipping down to kiss me again.

He kisses me softly, delicately, like all the kisses at the wedding. He pulls back briefly to look at me, as if he still expects me to change my mind. I kiss him again, wanting there to be no doubt in his mind, and he kisses me back with purpose and passion, and I’m caught off guard by the weight of it. I gasp, and Daniel uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, pulling me closer. It reminds me of our very first kiss back on his couch. My arms move around his neck, pulling our bodies flush together.

Daniel pulls away first, but barely, breathing hard, kissing down from my jaw to my neck.

This is definitely new territory for us.

I move my hands to his hair, and he groans at the feeling. I can’t help myself as I sigh breathlessly, a shiver running down my back. He grins against my neck, his teeth scraping at my skin and I moan softly.

“Wait,” I say breathlessly, a thought somehow flitting through my mind. “Earlier, didn’t you say there was something else I should know about my present?”

“I can tell you tomorrow,” he murmurs into my neck between kisses. “It’s time for bed.” He tugs me down onto the bed so I’m underneath him, resuming his kisses on my neck.

“This doesn't seem like going to sleep to me,” I tease.

“It is, shhhh, you’re dreaming.”

“That I’d believe,” I laugh, and Daniel smirks, moving so we're eye to eye again.

“Dream about me often?”

“Shhh.” I pull him closer, turning his words back on him. “You’re dreaming, go back to bed.”

“Happily,” he murmurs, kissing me again.

I bring my hands down to his bare shoulders, feeling his warm, toned skin against my fingertips. I gently drag my nails down his chest to his stomach, and I feel his muscles clench at my touch. I can’t help but smirk to myself as he pulls away to rest his forehead on my shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath. I bring my nails around his back, tracing up his taut muscles and across his shoulder blades.

I feel one of his hands come down, pushing my shirt up, his mouth pressing hot kisses to my abdomen. His nose takes over pushing my shirt up, exploring every new inch revealed with his mouth, his hand now running over my thigh, fingers squeezing occasionally, slowly climbing higher. As his hand reaches the bottom of my shorts, he lightly tugs at the fabric. He pauses, his blue eyes tentatively peering up at me.

“Can I…?” He looks nervous, like I’ll reject him. As if I have ever rejected him, or could ever manage to deny him. I’m not even entirely sure what he’s asking but I find myself nodding quickly. As he goes to tug my shorts down we hear a bang on the wall we share with Ryan followed by a crash, a “Shhhh” and a “Shit.”

We both startle and look over toward the wall, before looking back at each other and laughing softly.

“Ugh, I don’t want to know,” I say, shaking my head.

“You probably, definitely don’t.” He smiles at me before pulling his hand off my shorts, and my shirt back down, letting his fingers trace along the waistband of my shorts before he clears his throat. “We should, uh, get some sleep.”

I blink at the abrupt change in mood before nodding awkwardly. “Okay, sure.”

He rolls off of me, and I reach over to shut the lamp off. I’m hesitant to cuddle up to him, unsure if what just happened changed something between us, but I’m relieved when I feel his arm wrap around me the way it always does. Neither of us say anything, and I try not to think about the last few minutes, the firmness of his body behind mine, or the way my body’s buzzing— closing my eyes to try and get some rest.

—-

The next two days with my family go pretty much the same way as Christmas did. Daniel gets on swimmingly with everyone, and my heart aches every time I realize that once the holidays are over, our charade is going to come to an end—a permanent end— this time. I try to ignore that thought and enjoy my time, basking in the coupley moments in front of my family, and leaning into every touch we share.

I never get a chance to ask about my Christmas present; the time never feels right, and Daniel doesn’t bring it up either. Nothing happens between us like Christmas night; when bedtime rolls around we change in the bathroom and go straight to bed. We cuddle, but there’s no after-dark kisses or wandering hands. I wonder if Daniel feels as self-conscious about that night as I do; if he does, he doesn’t show it.

—-

We’re in my room packing to go back to LA in an effort to try to beat the inevitable New Year’s rush at the airport.

“I need to find something to wrap this in so it doesn’t break in my luggage,” I frown, holding up Daniel’s present. “It’s my new prized possession— nothing can happen to it.”

Daniel looks over and laughs. “Want me to wrap it in my sweatpants? That's what I did on the way here.”

“Okay, thank you.” I pad across the floor and pass him the frame, our fingers brushing in the process.

“Of course.” His lips quirk up as he carefully arranges the frame in his suitcase.

A moment passes, and I wonder if now is a good time to ask about my present .

“Hey, I’ve been wanting to ask—“

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you—“

We both stop mid-sentence and Daniel laughs, “Sorry what were you saying?”

I shake my head, courage gone. “No— sorry, go ahead.”

He looks at me curiously but continues, “Henry texted me; he and Claire invited us to their New Year’s Eve party. They’re having it in LA this year.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Us? They want me to go?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, Claire apparently requested your presence specifically.”

“Oh, that’s nice of her. I usually stay in for New Year’s.”

“It could be fun— if you aren’t sick of me yet,” Daniel teases.

“Ha!" I laugh, "If you aren’t sick of me yet, more like.” I shake my head. “And don’t mind sharing your friends with me.”

“They’re basically your friends now, too,” he argues.

“I’m not sure one wedding constitutes that, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

“You should come.”

I stop and look at him.

“I’ll call a car and pick you up on the way.”

When I hesitate, he softens his voice. “Please come.”

I swallow, “Okay.”

I’m not a big party person, but I also know I don’t have it in my heart to deny him, especially after everything he’s done for me.

He grins. “Really?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’ll go.”

“Cool, I’ll, uh, let them know we’re coming.”

I bite my lip to suppress my smile and start planning my outfit in my head.

—-

When we arrive at Claire and Henry’s house on New Year’s Eve, I try not to gawk at the size. It’s massive and sits high on one of the tallest hills in LA, away from the noise of the city.

The first person to spot us as we walk in is, unfortunately, Eleanor. I’d hoped she was in London, and away from us, but alas.

“Daniel!” she squeals, throwing her arms around him. “I was so hoping you’d be here.”

“Hi, El,” he placates her with a strained smile. “You remember Lauren?” He gestures back to me.

“Laura?” she asks, disinterested.

“Lauren,” I correct, forcing myself to smile. “Nice to see you again.”

“Eleanor,” Daniel intervenes. “Could you point us in the direction of Henry and Claire, perhaps?”

She frowns, but quickly covers it up. “They were in the kitchen last I checked— we have just got to catch up later.”

“We will!” He agrees graciously. “Let us get a drink, and I’m sure we'll have plenty of time to talk later.”

Daniel puts a hand on my back, guiding me forward and into another room, which turns out to be the kitchen. He’s immediately drawn into a series of bro hugs and handshakes by Henry and some of his other friends.

“Lauren! I’m so glad you came!” I turn to find Claire by a table of beverages.

“Claire! So nice to see you, thank you for inviting me.”

“Thank you for coming,” she says, pulling me into a quick hug. “I told Daniel he just had to bring you.”

I laugh. “He told me you were quite persistent— I usually have a low key New Year’s at home, but this is a fun change of pace.”

“Can I get you a drink?” She asks, already reaching for a bottle of champagne.

“Sure, thank you.” I catch Daniel’s eye across the room; he’s being clapped on the back and led out of the kitchen. I smile reassuringly, hoping to communicate that I’m fine here. He seems to understand, as he smiles back and nods before turning back to his friends.

Claire giggles, bringing my attention back to her.

“You look at him with such heart eyes, it’s cute.”

I try to keep my face from panicking. “Sorry?” She laughs like my reaction is the funniest thing in the world. “Oh don’t worry, he looks at you just the same, so you’re fine.”

I chuckle nervously. “I think maybe you’ve got the wrong impression—”

She shrugs like we’re talking about something commonplace, like the weather.

“Maybe, it’s possible... but I don’t think so. Now come! There’s some other girls I’d love for you to meet.”

—-

I spend a good portion of the night talking with Claire and her friends. They’re all very kind to me, but eventually I excuse myself to get some air out on the balcony.

I’m looking up at the sky — it’s dark, dotted with faint stars and a distant passing plane — when I hear somebody come out and join me. As they settle next to me against the railing I immediately know who it is just by how comfortable I feel.

“Whatcha doin out here, LaurLaur? The New Year’s only a few minutes away.”

I grin at him. “Just getting some air and admiring the stars. From up here you can actually see them.”

He hums, looking up with me.

“It reminds me of a certain piece of art a certain someone got me for Christmas.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad you like it so much.”

“It was very thoughtful…. I wonder if any of the stars are in the same places as they were that night.”

“Which night?”

“The night everything changed. Your birthday.”

Daniel leans against the railing facing me, and looks like he’s about to say something before he changes his mind.

Eventually he speaks again. “Things are going to change again soon, right? You said you’re sure about the break up?”

I swallow, scoffing my shoe against the balcony floor.

“I mean, we still need to figure it out, but you can’t keep fake dating me forever. That isn’t fair to you.”

He smiles wistfully. “It’s not like there was anyone else I was trying to date.”

“I’m a lucky girl,” I lament, and Daniel blushes and shakes his head. “It’s a real shame we’re over, though," I jest, trying to lighten the mood. "I’ve never gotten to kiss anyone at midnight.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “Never?”

“Nope,” I pop the p and look down at my feet.

“Well.” He clears his throat conspiratorially. “We can agree not to bring our fake relationship into the New Year if you want, but if the kiss starts before midnight, I think we’d get by on a technicality...”

I laugh. “You really want Eleanor to hate me, don’t you?”

He grins cheekily and shakes his head. “Nah, I think I saw her latched onto some other poor bugger inside. We’re in the clear.”

I roll my eyes, looking back up at the sky. I feel his finger trace my arm, gently using my elbow to turn my attention back towards him.

His voice is softer now, “It’s up to you, but there’s no one else I’d rather kiss at midnight.”

I look into his eyes and realize he’s being sincere. My heart’s beating out of my chest. Yes, I want to kiss him, but I want it to mean something. I keep giving in because I know one day this is all going to go away, and I’ll be left with just my memories and heartache.

He must see some hesitance in my eyes, because he’s taking a step back.

“If you don’t want to, it’s fine. Really.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “Not trying to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do.”

I shake my head. “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just…” I trail off, looking over the balcony, trying to swallow my feelings, which have manifested as anxious tears in my eyes. I feel a tear escape, and I hastily reach up to wipe it away.

“Hey,” Daniel says gently. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t.” I let out a watery laugh. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m…”

I feel his steady stare, and I come to terms with the fact that I’ve really gotten myself into a mess that I can’t just smooth over. I’m going to have to tell him.

I take a minute to compose myself, and Daniel stays quiet giving me time to put my words together as I look anywhere but at him.

“I do want to kiss you, D,” I start slowly, trying to keep my voice steady, “but I can’t if it’s just another part of our fake relationship.”

He tugs me closer by hand, gently, so I have no choice but to look at him. I swallow the lump in my throat. “I… know this wasn’t supposed to be real. But it has been, for me.”

He shakes his head and squeezes my hand. “So then stop trying to break up with me.”

I blink at him, and he continues.

“The night everything changed— your star map— I wasn’t referencing the story we told your family about my birthday.” Daniel looks at me long and hard like I’m missing something totally obvious. “It’s actually the stars from a night a month or so later.”

A month or two— Oh. OH.

“The night Ryan FaceTimed me?” I whisper, afraid to be wrong.

He takes my other hand in his, lacing our fingers together. “Listen— Fuck. I’m in love with you, Lauren.” He looks at me so intensely and my head is spinning. “I love you, and I’m in love with you.”

“What?” I ask dumbly.

He licks his lips. “A wise woman once said to me, you don’t confess to ‘kind of like someone’ when you’ve already been friends as long as we have.”

I stare at him for a second, my cheeks burning. “Well your friend sounds pretty smart.” I swallow. “Because I love you, too.”

He laughs, relief flooding his features. He pulls me to his chest, crushing me and squeezing the air out of my lungs. Eventually he pulls back, hands cupping my face.

He grins and shakes his head. “She is smart, so, so smart, but I don’t want to be her friend anymore.”

“What do you mean?” My brows furrow in confusion, worried that somehow I’ve misread this whole interaction, my relief quickly being replaced by panic.

“Well.” He steps forward, keeping our faces incredibly close. “I’m hoping she agrees to be my very real girlfriend— that is, if she doesn’t break up with me first.”

I hear everyone inside start the countdown to midnight. I’m still looking into Daniel’s eyes in disbelief, my hands clinging to the front of his shirt.

When the countdown hits one, I’ve finally found the words I want to say.

“Happy New Year, boyfriend.”

He’s grinning as he kisses me, and I am too. It’s not our most elegant kiss, a mess of teeth and giggles, and whispered “I love you”s. We never stray too far from each other’s lips, kissing again and again like we can’t get enough— and maybe we can’t.

Eventually, we calm down a bit, and when we kiss this time it’s all-consuming, sucking the air out of my lungs. It feels like my love is fizzling to the top of my skin, and I feel it. ‘It’ being every indescribable emotion in our kisses this past year, but this time I know what it is: true, unadulterated, uninhibited love. I am in love with my best friend, who is now my boyfriend, and I don’t care who knows it— as long as he does.

His fingers press bruisingly into my hips before he pulls back just enough to look at me.

“Can we go home?” He whispers sheepishly, brushing some hair out of my face tenderly. “I’m kind of tired of sharing you with the public.”

I huff a laugh. “I know exactly what you mean.” I lean forward to kiss him one last time before pulling back to lace our fingers together, squeezing tightly. “Please— take me home, D.”

I don’t have to tell him twice.

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tagged: @rogershoe @heyrowena @yunsh-17 @trenko-heart @dylxnshxrmxn

#THE END!!!! #can you believe it?! #daniel sharman fluff #daniel sharman x oc #daniel sharman fanfiction #daniel sharman fanfic #daniel sharman fic #daniel sharman imagine #yellow lights

[wizkiddx]

unusable faces

i have exams hence why i needed to write something exceptionally cringe :)

PSA: this is completely inspired from one of my fave writers own blurb @blissfulparker​ --> completely recommend u go read hers its much better than anything i could ever write!!!! (and just her whole account) = link

Summary: pure exhaustion and mutual pining, Tom Holland x actress!reader

^(just thought this was cute, doesn't really fit aha but full credit to op!!)

A scheduling nightmare would be putting it lightly. Perhaps almost unavoidable but that didn’t make it any less of a hellish form a torture. Harry had very helpfully said it actually was a form of torture, that is sleep deprivation. Y/n loved her job - it was all she’d ever really wanted - yet that thought was quickly becoming not enough to get her through the day. Not when it felt like an interrogation tactic used by the CIA. 

To give a quick timeline of the past few days may give a little context:

Thursday - filming the fight scene all day plus an evening-turned-half-the-night-shoot due to some technically difficulties delaying the process.

Friday - flying to New York while doing read throughs of scenes for the next few days; followed immediately by getting glammed and filming the tonight show with Fallon; then a dash across town to the late late show with James Corden; then straight back on a flight to Atlanta that landed at stupid o’clock in the morning

Saturday - a full day of shooting in a mock grand central station set

The press trip to NY had been unplanned… to say the least. But the star of their studios other new release had taken ill - meaning they had slots booked on some of the biggest talk shows in America that would just be abandoned (angering the shows bookers too). It was a waste of perfectly good promo time and since the studio had their two other stars together doing a block of reshoots - it wasn’t a conversation. Much more a call demanding the two of them to be on the plane.

Normally this wouldn’t be such an unmanageable ask either, except the reshoot block was really rather time pressured. You see, the promo tour wasn’t far from beginning meaning they really needed the final film in the can. So really it was a bit of a mess. Just to free up that single day the two were in New York the whole schedule had had to be rejigged - in doing so they’d lost a rare day off too. It was just typical.  

The joys of success hey?

Well, that’s at least what Y/n was making herself think whilst her incredibly talented SFX artist was in the process of crafting a deep wound onto her upper arm. The reason why she would be ‘dripping with blood’ whilst at a train station was beyond Y/n to be honest - she hadn’t been allowed to read a lot of the script so even now as filming was drawing to a close, the story arc of the movie she was headlining was still a little ‘fuzzy’.

“So I watched your ‘spill your guts’ thing on YouTube” Ellie giggled whilst reaching over for more prosthetic putty- a technical term apparently

“I’m glad one of us enjoyed the experience” Y/n replied with a sigh, rolling her eyes at the mischievous smirk on her face - no doubt Ellie took great joy out of seeing her suffer through eating a thousand year old egg. Which Y/n swore the taste of was still in her mouth… and it seemed as though it’d never leave. 

“Oh don’t worry darling I did too” Nelli called over from the next chair along, where she was doing Tom’s makeup for the day of shoots. “Between that and the animals on Fallon, you made a hell of a lot of people laugh last night” Tom’s artist was referencing the fact one of Jimmys other guests was a zookeeper, so at the end of the interview he had you and Tom join in trying not to scream at the snakes and spiders.

“You mean laugh at us?” 

“Well of course darling!” Nelli exclaimed back in an overdramatic bronx accent making all three of the women burst out laughing, Ellie’s unceremonious snorts echoing through the trailer only egged them all on more.

Tom in response, who had otherwise been absent from conversation for the majority of the morning, exclaimed a curse and jumped up in his chair. While you and Ellie collected yourself, Nelli apologised to him.

“Oh sorry love, I’m interrupting your snooze with my uncontrollable comedic gift” She spoke sweetly, even if still taking the moment to flaunt to the other women, as she squeezed his shoulder compassionately.

“No no” Tom waved off her apology, attempting to rub his eye before Nelli swatted his arm away - a stern look for the risk of ruining all her hard work she’d put into making his face look half presentable. 

“I’m impressed you can sleep while they poke you with all these er instruments” Y/n added in, having only just realised Tom had been in a light sleep for god knows how long they’d been in that chair. It did seem a bit unlikely, being able to fall asleep as you were dabbed, prodded and brushed. 

“Maybe you should try though Y/n… your purple eye bags are proving a struggle even for me” Ellie quipped back, now it was Y/n’s turn to give the stern look. Tom took the explain though, shutting her off from whatever kindly meant insult she was about to throw back at her friend. 

“No normally never, I just….” He was cut off by an ear splitting yawn, appearing almost powerful enough to crack his jaw - which would be a disaster, for no one should ruin such a beautiful and sharp jaw line. “…uh-sorry. I just think I ended up taking my NyQuil and DayQuil the wrong way round in the madness of yesterday.” Only Tom, the poor kid often seemed to lacking in any form of common sense - even if those closest to him knew just how intellectual and passionate he could be about the right topic. Affectionately, Nelli scalded his idiocy by jokingly swatting his head with a little tut.

“I can’t believe your still standing then! I’m barely alive and I don’t have any sedatives in my system.” It was true, Y/n was at that stage where every part of her body felt ridiculously heavy… eyes included … eyes especially. 

“But I did sleep on the jet back while your stupid self was studying the script!” Tom replied with a pretty inarguable point - at the time he knew her actions were stupid;  when their flight took off at 11 PM he was certain that the most valuable asset to his ability to act in the reshoots today would be sleep - rather than character development. And he’d tried to convince Y/n that briefly, but gave up. She was bloody stubborn when she wanted to be. 

“Stop competing about who has it worse cos I think it’s me and Nell”Ellie announced - making Nelli agree empathically with her coworker, nodding her head as she looked first to Y/n in her chair then back at Tom.

“Yeh because we have to deal with your unusable faces!!”

After much sarcasm thrown back and fourth, the trailer slowly ebbed it’s way back into serenity and peace as both artists focused on their work. Once Nelli was done she excused herself, Tom staying in the chair in favour of studying (more like staring blankly) at the dialogue for this mornings scenes. His pretence didn’t last long though and while Ellie was busy adding the final touches of fake blood to the now almost completely believable gash that she’d crafted on Y/n’s arm - Y/n had her attention focused the opposite way.

At poor little Tom. He looked so childlike, his slightly puffy eyes looked as if they had weights tied to them - they way he was having fight against gravity to flutter his eyes open, before loosing the next second only for the process to repeat as they dragged downwards. The broad muscles of his neck occasionally seemed to occasionally let up a little, letting his head tilt slowly at first until it gathered enough momentum to throw him off balance. The then sudden movement of his head unconsciously pulling itself back in line caused his eyes to bolt open prior to the whole cycle repeating again. All Y/n wanted to do was let him lay down someone, her heart feeling a tug in her chest just seeing him like that. 

Ellie proclaimed her completion of the wound, leaning back to admire her work before looking to get an affirming nod from Y/n. Yet instead, she was too preoccupied gazing at the boy slouched across from them. “Someone seems a little distracted.” Ellie smirked, finally garnering Y/n’s attention, only feeling more and more smug watching a light tint appear on the actors cheeks. 

“I-well-no… we need to go.” Y/n ignored her words as though nothing had happened, instead rushing off the chair to get Tom out the chair and onto the awaiting set. They had places to be.

|||||||||||||||||||||||||||| (bcos im lazy)

Honestly when the director, Ed, called for lunch break, it was pretty apparent to be purely as a compassionate gesture to Y/n and Tom. Both of them had tried so hard this morning to fully commit, even so they’d both been almost completely useless. Y/n kept missing cues whilst all Tom’s actions and lines where slow, dragged out and at times completely prompted from someone behind the cameras. 

So when the lunch break was called there was only one thing on Y/n’s mind and what sandwich was available in the mess tent was not it. Still standing on the set next to her fake holdall bag she looked toward Tom, who was pulling himself up to standing from the train station bench - the pace of his movement making him look more like an old man. 

“You good?” His answer was predictable. 

“I’m so fucking shattered”

Tom swore he’d never heard anything sweeter come out of Y/n’s pink lips than her next statement.

“C’mon I know somewhere we can lie down.”

Without any sort of thought Tom blindly agreed, nodding as he took her outstretched hand in his. The gesture in itself brought a fresh wave of comfort to his aching limbs and as his feet stumbled to catchup with her slight head start he leant the majority of his weight into their connected hands. 

Neither would admit it but they were ‘a thing’… whatever the hell that meant. It was clear as day to everyone and anyone that worked closely to the two but neither of them had ever broached the topic with each other. They’d worked on a few films together over the years; each time they got closer and closer to the point any job without the other simply wasn’t as good. It was scary though, especially for two actors in the prime of their careers. If they weren’t working the same film they’d likely be the opposite side of the world to each other most of the time - quality time together would be few and far between, Really their jobs didn’t suit dating at all, yet it would be perhaps easier if one half of it worked a ‘normal’ job. Something with consistency, a regular structure. A level of dependability that neither Y/n nor Tom could offer to the other. 

So it was terrifying, acknowledging the growth in their magnetic attraction to each other. Both were acutely aware that doing that, confronting their feelings, would most likely signal the beginning of the end. 

Although none of this stoped Y/n from returning the gesture, tilting her shoulder into Tom’s left side as they took slow steps through and then out the set building. She steered the two past the hair and makeup trailer and round into a store and extra equipment trailer. Tom tilted his head as she climbed the stairs whilst beckoning for him to follow - it didn’t seem like the most obvious choice. Rolling her eyes, Y/n explained.

“It’s where all the blankets and coats and kept for the raining scenes plusssss no one will disturb us in here.” Again Tom was not in a position to disagree, eyes drooping as his shoulders sagged to the floor. Right now he’d take anything. 

So he climbed up the stairs and shut the door behind him, just as Y/n flipped the light on. She was right, it was well equipped and with an almost mountainous supply of red blankets that normally the crew and extra would all be wrapped up in after the freezing rain scenes with all the ‘waterfall machines’ as Y/n called them. However it was also um…. It was cosy. “Oh I don’t think I realised how small it was” She chuckled lightly, since now the door was closed her back was pressed up against the far wall of cabinets and still her front was mere millimetres from Tom.

“I…I don’t mind… if-if you don’t?”

“I’m too tired to care” She giggled in response, and Tom , now with her seal of approval, immediately started ransacking the piled shelves for all their worth creating a floor carpeted in the pale red of the blankets, in an attempt to make it more cosy. Joining in, it was almost remarkable how quickly their bodies suddenly agreed to move, with the new promise of rest mere moments away. 

Once the trailer was fully drowned, Tom kicked off his costume shoes and threw his jacket off - it haphazardly landing by the doorway. Y/n copied him, leaving her stood up whilst he had the advantaged of already settling down on the floor, her standing and looking down at him.

The space between the two opposing shelving units was not close spacious enough for two people to lie down whilst keeping a respectable level of personal space. Suddenly feeling a wave of awkwardness, Y/n stayed standing, wringing her hands slightly - whilst fairly certain Tom could hear her heart running at 100 mph. 

“You er… gonna stay there or?” Tom, contrary to popular belief, wasn’t a complete idiot - he could see she was suddenly self conscious. He got it too - they’d never crossed this boundary of choosing to cuddle into each other. It had happened once of twice accidentally over there 2 years of knowing each other. Both of those times it was completely accidental, falling asleep watching a movie with a safe distance of space b between the two, only to find hours later their bodies almost completely intwined. Tom would be lying if he said that his heart didnt skip a beat when he had awoken to Y/n’s soft and gently breath fanning into his neck. He’d loved it, but understood that was unconsciously breaking down part of the wall they’d both been the constructors of.

For fear of getting hurt. 

So now, as Y/n awkwardly bent down and lay on her side, he thought it was imperative to make her feel comfortable. Naturally then, his arm slid round her shoulders and pulled her down toward his chest, releasing a little breath as he felt her relax, her legs slowly wrapping round one of his. 

“This okay?” He murmured, now into the crown of her head as she lay half on her side half on his chest. In reply she nodded into him and Tom couldn’t help but grin- unbeknownst to him but Y/n was doing the exact same thing. 

The peace lasted all of 3 seconds until she groaned again.

“What?” Tom enquired as she wriggled out his hold and stood up. Instead of replying though she just leant over and flicked the one harsh light bulb off making Tom chuckle as she fumbled her way back onto the padded floor in the darkness, earning a few grunts from both as she accidentally kicked Tom’s thighs or banged her head on one of the now empty shelves. Fumbling her way back into a comfortable position, occasionally cursing when she stubbed her toe- or Tom did when she accidentally elbowed him in the ribs. 

“Comfy?” Tom asked a little sarkily as he squeezed her a little more into his side.

“Mhmmmm… I’m gonna sleep for 100 years”

“Yeh me… me too”

And with that they both almost instantly and in complete unison sagged into each other and the blankets - the pent up stress and tension of the past few days ebbing away.

What the pair had neglected to remember was that sleeping for 100 years wasn’t really an option. The whole crew of 50 people, who wanted to restart filming after 45 minutes, had not been told about Y/n’s little hiding place. The pair were so completely safe in their own little cocoon of comfort they were completely oblivious to their teams calling there names more and more frantically. Completely oblivious to the game of hide and seek the situation had descended into, completely oblivious to Harrys natural annoyance as the director asked him for the whereabouts of the two stars - as though Harry was childminder to the pair of them.

It was Nelli who found them first. She’d and Ellie and Tom’s manager had all been recruited by Harry as part of the man hunt. Both girls, having seen first hand the state of the two this morning, were fairly certain they’d both crashed out somewhere. So Nelli, already with a sneaking suspicion, opened the door gently, her figure blocking the majority of the light from seeping through to the dimly lit inside. The sight she was met with had her actually pouting at the cuteness - and yes its a cringey word but also the only one appropriate.

Between bedding down and barely an hour later the two had managed to become impossibly tighter pressed to each other. Y/n’s face was pressed into the crook of Tom’s neck and his arms seemed to have pulled her on-top of him almost completely. Her left leg was hooked under his right, which was then sandwiched by his left too. They both looked so pure and innocent and god did Nelli know they both needed any extra time they could get.

Nelli cared a lot about Tom, she’d been working with him from the beginning, from the child star days to now. She cared about him like her very annoying surrogate son and she wanted to see him looked after. She also so completely wanted the two stars to stop pining after each other. Because frankly it was getting a little frustrating for everyone else. 

So she chose to tactically forget about her discovery, sneaking a photo on the sly before silently pulling the door closed and leaving them to their sleep. 

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x actress!reader #fluff

[madlilsongbird]

Watching The Amazing Spidernan movies so that I’m all caught up before No Way Home. Will add my thoughts as I have them. Note I am not some big Spider-Man fan nor have I read the comics so if my thoughts sound kinda stupid they probably are.

First movie:

That’s a good trick with the broom. Making a mental note as we speak.

Actually seeing Peter say goodbye to his parents is horrible and I would like to never experience it again

SALLY FIELD IS AUNT MAY?! Why does this one have the good cast? (not good as in better but good as in more well known)

The sexual tension in “good morning flash…good morning Peter” (this is a joke I’m not shipping him with his bully)

Jesus roid rage much?

Shut your blinds! I don’t know who would be looking in your window at this exact moment but close them anyway!

First careful, you never know who is watching what you search (when did I become this person)

Second…curt connors is ableist.

Poor Rodrigo Guevara

Oh internalised ableism. And that is the only comment I will make going forward because my disabilities do not include limb difference and I dont want to overstep.

Stop following the man, you are not subtle…wait wtf how’d he do that?!

This is where he gets his powers right?

Okay but when would 5 men make that much of a fuss over a woman that only 1 of them seems to know?

Same. (This is in reference to smashing the alarm clock)

Oh my god is it really necessary to show all the different kinds of spider bites.

Actually just going back to the internalised ableism thing…he is allowed to feel whatever type of way about his own disability that is his right. But insinuating that all disabled people are weak and wanting to breed out the weakness is eugenics and just kinda gross. THIS is the final comment I will make on the matter.

No but seriously he is way more aggressive than regular teen boy aggressive so either he’s on something or he’s overcompensating for something

The way he looks at him doe (again all jokes am not shipping flash and Peter)

Why is this so awkward? And not like teens navigating a crush awkward just genuinely awkward. I feel no chemistry between them.

I like the song, it’s an interesting choice for this scene but I like it.

Stop does uncle Ben die now? Like I know uncle Ben dies at some point but I was really kinda hoping he just wouldn’t in this iteration. I was going for a ninth doctor moment “just this once everybody lives”

MOTHERFUCKER

God Sally is incredible

Don’t show me moments of Flash being human I might accidentally start shipping them for real and that simply can’t happen.

Oooh he’s a fashion designer

I just really enjoy how he takes the piss out of his victims? Arrests?

Is Gwen aware that the school nurse can’t cure everything? Both legally and just like generally doesn’t have the knowledge to cure everything. She suggests going to the nurse a lot.

This family gives me bad vibes

This is a long movie…it’s not even half way through

Well that’s one way to tell her

NOT GEORGE FOYET!

I think with what I remember of SpiderTobey and what I know of SpiderTom, Andrews Spider-Man is definitely better with the people he’s rescuing. Smoother, good bedside manner.

His sons name is Jack. Why does that make me angry?

So he’s just not gonna rescue the other people hanging off the bridge?

It’s almost poetic that the son of the man tried to stop him the first time will be the one to stop him now

Now how is he getting enough power in the sewer

No means no Peter

Does she die in this one or the next one? I don’t imagine her dying will help captain stacey see him as a good guy

Stan 🥺

This movie is exhausting and I don’t know if I mean that in a good way or a bad way.

MoThEr HuBbArD aRe YoU sErIoUs

He managed to get three whole words out and you didn’t think to ease up on the trigger a little to hear what those words might be?

She’s very clever and I will be sad to see her go

That wasn’t her scream. Or it was but from a different take.

Foyet about to be coming in clutch

I’m going to cry.

He’s so ugly. Some lizards are really cute but lizard + human, kinda gross looking.

Well shit. I didn’t know that happened. I guess what I said about him being upset with Peter about Gwen is irrelevant. Unless it isn’t, like if you believe in the afterlife, imagine how pissed he’s gonna be when Gwen arrives.

He finally got the eggs 🥺

As someone who’s boyfriend at the time didn’t go to her fathers funeral I feel ya Gwen. I mean I don’t care now but at the time it sucked.

Dr Connors was just in a silly goofy mood. He seems to show genuine care for the boy (this is mostly sarcasm).

Second movie

Oh we’re going back to peters dad.

How do they have access to a private jet?

Miss Honey is badass

Ngl I’m actually quite relieved they both died before the plane crashed. Stil devastating though.

Okay so this is first up on the list of potential mystery villains in No Way Home…he looks like a tool.

HeLLo PeDeStRiAnS

He really just let Spider-Man put his hand on his tongue. Sir do you know where his hand has been? Not to mention just in general the feeling of spandex on your tongue. I feel ill.

No respect for the proper care of plutonium.

Please don’t ever say “come to daddy” again 😂

I’m kinda sad Jamie Fox becomes a villain, his character seems kinda sweet so far from the 2 seconds I’ve seen of him

You mean to tell me he missed his girlfriend’s fathers funeral AND her valedictorian speech?!

Stan x2 🥺

Because you can’t lose me you’re going to lose me? 😂

I love her jacket

Why are they still pretending like she doesn’t know?

I may have spoken to soon about Max

See I would be speeding up daddy’s death if he told me he’d passed down a genetic disease and just decided not to tell me.

Friendship.

Okay max is still a little bit nutty but you gotta feel bad for the guy. He must’ve been so scared.

Don’t smile that’s not cute, if he was a regular boy you’d file a restraining order.

Oh I see Spider-Man is gonna fight him which will make him turn and become the “bad guy” whether he will actually be a bad guy is still unknown.

This scene is actually kinda just making me angry (the time square scene)

Cops suck man. Peter was talking him down just fine.

Did nobody teach these people not to touch metal when there’s electricity about.

Interesting that I didn’t pick up any chemistry from them in the first movie weren’t they an actual couple for a while?

Another good song with an interesting placement

I’m sorry did the caller ID not say Mary Parker? How was it Harry on the phone?

Run Gwen!

This version of Harry is kinda creepy I’m sure the actor is swell but the character is terrifying. Original version Harry was swell whereas the actor is…

“Maybe everyone has a part of themselves they hide” gives him the eye

This movies shorter or at least it feels shorter

An excellent show of what happens when you tell a rich daddy’s boy no for the first time.

This makes me very sad. She’s so excited for the possibility of Oxford.

As much as Harry disturbs me, I want him to burn his entire team.

His daddy really did love him!

I think it’s mostly his eyes, his behaviour can be explained by trauma (why I find Harry creepy)

Okay most of his behaviour. The taking joy in killing people that’s just him being nutty and not a trauma response.

This is fucked up. And where is Peter? he is off chasing a girl who has broken up with him twice now.

PLANES NEED THE POWER!

I really like SpiderAndrew, the movies are fine but as a character I thoroughly enjoy him

Sorcerers apprentice who?

Captain Stacy can’t blame him! She’s clearly stubborn as hell and her own free woman

I quite literally stopped breathing (in reference to the almost plane crash)

Is this why they made it Gwen and not MJ so that he could kill her and be an actual bad guy? From my little knowledge of the comics and what I’ve seen from the movies Harry would never hurt MJ so it had to be someone else important to Peter but not super important to him for him to a real bad guy

I like that Harry actually looks like a goblin.

What was the disease he’s supposed to have?

This poor family. I know I said they gave me bad vibes in the first movie but nobody deserves this.

He looks less like a tool with his suit on…but only slightly less

Baby you better get back behind that baracade!

Nobody talk to me I’m very emotional. This child looks very much like a magical mix of all 3 of my brothers put together and seeing him stand there so brave but so scared is doing something to me.

Final thoughts:

So I think SpiderAndrew might be a close second favourite for me. I like the relationships of the original the most, the comedy of the mcu version the most but this one was like a nice in between. Im a little disappointed there won’t be a third not cos I think I would have enjoyed it just cos the original had 3 movies, the mcu version will have at least 3 movies and this one is left out with 2. Don’t think I would have loved Shailene Woodley as MJ though so I dunno. I think the only thing I would have wanted from a third movie is to know who fedora guy is…and for Peter and May to acknowledge that they both know that he is Spider-Man. Apart from that it was fine and I now feel fully prepared for No Way Home.

#the amazing spider man #the amazing spider man 2 #the amazing Spider-Man #the amazing Spider-Man 2 #the amazing spider man spoilers #andrew garfield #emma stone #sally field #criminal minds #george foyet #spider man no way home

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of bottom Louis fics where Louis and/or Harry use drugs during the course of the fic. If you support our rec lists and want them to continue being made, please reblog this post and spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Lips Are Like The Galaxy’s Edge | Mature | 2365 words

Harry licks over Louis’ hole slowly, deliberately, and his tongue is like velvet and Louis’ skin is burning at every junction where Harry touches him and it’s all so good he thinks he might cry. He licks a few more times, moaning softly like he’s relishing the taste of Louis and that’s just, well, fuck.

2) Can You Feel The Fever | Explicit | 5113 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Tour has Harry exhausted. Luckily exactly what he needs is waiting for him in his Sacramento dressing room.

3) Read You Like A Book | Explicit | 8089 words

Louis realises Harry can read his mind. He’ll do anything to make Harry admit it. Set during the North American leg of the WWA tour.

4) Put You On Repeat, Play You Everywhere I Go | Explicit | 8290 words

Harry is a college radio show host and Louis is a contemporary dancer attending said college. After a drunk hook-up, naturally a whole bunch of pining, dedicated love songs and make-out sessions on dance studio floors ensue.

5) Keep It Sweet In Your Memory | Explicit | 17039 words

'How'd it go?' Harry pushes them into Niall's room and shuts the door behind him, so Georgia doesn't overhear.

'It was good. We just caught up, mostly... I may have done something a little stupid, though.'

And Niall's eyebrows are in his hairline at that.

'I mean. Okay, so I invited Louis out on Saturday.'

'Saturday? Your--'

'Yes, my bachelor party...' and then Harry has to explain himself, 'I just felt guilty. I think. He was like. Telling me he wanted to hook up.'

'He WHAT!?'

'No. I mean, not with me. Like. He wants to go out and meet people.'

'He'll hate that. He's too much of a romantic.'

'Yeah, well. Whatever his name was messed him up a little, it would seem.'

6) Never Understood What Love Was Really Like (But I Felt It For The First Time Looking In Your Eyes) | Not Rated | 18431 words

The one where Louis meets Harry at 14 and things don’t quite go as planned.

7) Ain’t My Fault | Explicit | 18690 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

AU. Liam posts an ad on the wrong section of Craigslist, Louis is pretty sure they’re gonna get murdered as a result, and Harry’s missing an avocado.

8) Kiwi | Not Rated | 24110 words

AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.

It’s a thing.

9) Honey, Make This Easy | Explicit | 25483 words

AU; Harry’s sister recently passed away, leaving him with temporary custody of her daughter. Needing help, he hires Louis as a nanny and the boy turns out to be help in more ways than he expected.

10) Can’t Fool Me | Explicit | 30162 words

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

11) Captain Jack | Explicit | 31752 words

Note: Please take note of the tags and warnings on this fic before reading

Louis has been searching for something and Harry is there to give it to him. Drugs, sex, disappointment, and the tangled web they’ve woven that keeps them trapped in the same cycle.

12) Can I Make It Any More Obvious? | Explicit | 35560 words

AU where Louis does ballet and Harry is the epitome of everything Louis’ friends want him to stay away from.

13) Bluebird | Explicit | 39024 words

The 2,789 miles between New York and Los Angeles is a long way to go alone.

14) Another Hazy May | Mature | 41042 words

Louis is a terrible poet and Harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance AU ft. Marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

15) Looking Through You | Explicit | 41905 words

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

16) Tangled Up In You | Explicit | 45152 words

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn't want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”

“No!”

Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

17) Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You) | Mature | 54609 words | Sequel

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Louis is staying at his Aunt's farm in a small town in Minnesota for four months. To deal with the boredom that sets in a week into his stay, he starts working at the local apple orchard, owned by twenty six year old Harry Styles.

Louis quickly finds himself falling in love with the orchard, and he finds a family in Harry's friends Niall, Liam, and Zayn.

He also starts to fall in love with Harry.

Falling in love with him turns out to be the easy part.

18) Into The Midnight Sun | Explicit | 63525 words

It’s 1983, Harry embarks on his first world tour and Louis is a budding actor in LA. Life spent apart isn’t easily adjustable, but somehow they make it work.

19) Like Real People Do | Explicit | 64175 words

Louis didn’t ask for a lot of things. He didn’t ask for his entire family to die in a car crash that may or may not have been his fault. He didn’t ask to get powers out of that accident, either, powers that eventually led him into a two-year relationship with a man who was far more than met the eye. But one night, he chose to ask for a replacement to a broken camera from someone he hadn’t spoken to in a year and a half. He did ask for that. And that kind of led to everything else.

20) Liberté | Mature | 64603 words

AU. 1647. “Pretending you don’t have a heart is not the best way to not get it broken. It’s just the easiest.”

21) Pinkies Never Lie | Explicit | 83615 words | Sequel

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

22) Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes | Explicit | 120875 words

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

23) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124766 words

Note: This is a sequel to this fic. This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.”

“Oh christ, that’s the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.”

“Wait, what?” Zayn asked.

“Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,”

“What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand.

“I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.”

“That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

24) I Only Ever Want You | Explicit | 180079 words

Note: This fic is the sequel to this fic.

Louis & Harry and Liam & Zayn begin to have sex in front of each other and a lot of kink-discovery results from that.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #drug use #drug tw #larry #fic recs #blp #blp fic recs

[jae-daddy]

magic (2)

draco malfoy fanfic

one / three / four / five / six

pairing: draco x reader genre: shifting realities, romance, clownshit plot: you were shifting realities for the lols but end up trapped in harry potter world with draco malfoy as your companion  a/n: say it with me kids, it issss what it issss <3 hope y’all enjoy it not edited 

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You slowly opened your eyes and took in the darkness. You smiled as you remembered the dream you just had. You had actually ended up in Harry Potter world and met Draco Malfoy. It had felt real, but it was all a dream.

You sighed as you sat up and closed your eyes, soaking in the darkness around you.

“Good, finally you’re awake.” You shot up straight as you turned to your frantic eyes towards the boy who reminded you of winter. “Your snoring was rather annoying. One more minute and I was about to turn you into a frog.”

“It’s real,” you breathed as you slightly slumped in the bed. You looked around you in confusion and then at the black covers over your body. You were sure you had fallen asleep on the armchair, but you were in bed now. “Oh my god, I’m sorry, did I sleepwalk into the bed?”

You didn’t realise you were that exhausted from shifting. But you also didn’t know what to expect when you were shifting realities, and you still didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t know when you would be able to go back home, or what will happen to you while you remained here.

“It was unpleasant,” Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders, as he took a bite into a green apple. You smiled at that and bit your lip. He snorted as he quizically held out the apple to you, “Do you want one, muggle?”

“No,” you smiled back, making him frown. But before he could say anything else, your tummy grumbled with hunger, making your cheeks flush. You softly said, letting your hair fall around you, “I’m not hungry.”

“I think your tummy was loud enough for the entire of Wiltshire to hear,” he chuckled at you, your cheeks burning brighter. “And the way you’re looking at my precious apple, makes me feel unsettled.”

You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms and gave him a blank stare.

“I wasn’t eyeing your apple, Draco,” you huffed, before shaking your head. “You don’t know how many girls would have died seeing you bite into an apple.”

Draco laughed at that, as he took another bite, this time holding your eyes. You didn’t look away from the challenge and tried to hide the way your body was reacting. The butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach, going crazy as you looked into his icy grey eyes.

“Is this the tiktok nonsense you mentioned yesterday?” He asked, looking smug as if he saw through your act.

“Yeah, it is,” you whispered.

“So, what it is?”

“It’s videos made by people, and others can see them and enjoy it,” you were being careful. “A little community is formed when a lot of people hold a similar interest, and that becomes a ‘side’ of tiktok.”

“And there is a side, dedicated to me?” He smirked before taking another bite.

You quirked an eyebrow, and he smiled, “you mentioned it yesterday.”

“You caught that?”

He rolled his eyes, and you sighed before nodding.

“And how did you muggles get these materials of me to make these videos that you seem to enjoy a lot.”

“I don't enjoy them,” Your cheeks were on fire once again, as you felt an urge to defend yourself. But you were lying you had enjoyed it, a lot, and that’s why you had tried this stupid shifting in the first place.

Draco tsked, as he got up and moved closer to you.

“Don’t avoid my questions, muggle,” he asked, his voice cynical. “How did you get materials of me?”

You couldn’t say he was a fictional character. You were sure there was a rule that prevented you from saying that the fictional characters weren't real. That they were nothing more than words in a book, or characters played by actors. It would make them spin out of control, go mental. You couldn’t tell him the truth.

At least not entirely.

“I am from the future,” you answered.

It was stupid. You regretted the words as soon as they left your lips.

Stupid. Absolutely stupid.

“Really?” Draco narrowed his eyes at you.

You nodded your head quickly, but you were sure your eyes were wide with panic.

“I am certain I can’t really talk about it properly because you know,” your eyes darted around the room. The morning light illuminating the dark wood through the open curtains at the opposite end of the room, “I might say something and unleash chaos.”

Draco moved away in deep thought, his tongue tracing the side of his lips, and it took everything in you from squealing.

“But we know about you, and you are very... loved.” His icy eyes skipped over to you before he rose an eyebrow, before snickering darkly.

“I am loved by muggles?” He snorted, not believing you. “You say they love me, but you were certain I was going to kill you when you showed up here.”

You opened your mouth to say something but failed to find the words. You didn’t know how to explain your fear, how disoriented you were. How you ended up in the Malfoy mansion not sure what time it was, not sure if Voldemort had made this into his headquarters and was slithering around somewhere downstairs.

“Forget it,” he sneered as he turned away from you and began towards the door.

Before you could stop him; he was out. You slumped into your seat as you bought the sheets up to your chest.

And then a minute later, breakfast appeared on the table in front of the fireplace and armchairs.

_________

“Finally,” you cried as he came into the room.

He looked at you with wide eyes, checking behind him before quickly closing the door.

“Are you deranged?” Draco spat as he stared at you furiously. “Don’t ever do that again. Stay hidden in the closet until you’re sure I am alone.”

Your tummy flipped as you curled your toes. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, pulling a Debby Ryan. “You’re worried about me?”

Draco scoffed, before locking his door with a flick of his wand, and walked towards you. He settled onto the armchair in front of you, keeping his eyes steady on you.

“You can take a picture,” you spoke with a smirk. “It lasts longer.”

“Spunky, are we muggle?” Draco replied, a fire in his eyes that made you smile harder, before chuckling.

“I’m sorry, that’s the best I can do,” you shook your head before giving him a ridiculed look. “Can you believe that I’m a Slytherin?”

He snorted before freezing.

“Wait, but you’re a muggle?” He blinked confused. "How can you be sorted?"

“Yeah, well, we have this website where you fill in a quiz, and it tells you what house you are in,” you shrugged as you took a grape from the table loaded with snacks thanks to the gracious Draco Malfoy. “My wand is applewood with a unicorn hair core, 14 inch-ish.”

Draco watched your hands as you showed the uncertainty, and then at your face as if you had an extra head.

You ignored him and continued, “You have a unicorn hair core too, right?”

He just stared at you, the fireplace casting beautiful shadows on his face.

“It means you are good,” you spoke softly. “You’re not bad Draco, when there is a choice you do choose good if you can.”

Draco scoffed at that before closing his eyes and leaned back, his face facing the ceiling.

“For example,” you continued, swallowing nervously, “you could’ve outed me to your father, but you didn’t.”

Draco opened his eyes and stared at you. His eyes were blazing as he locked his jaw.

“You’re not bad,” you breathed, holding his eyes. “You’re not evil.”

Draco rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he snorted in disbelief. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, and his eyes so cold it froze you in your seat.

“The only reason I hid you was because you could prove to be useful,” he spoke, his voice low and void of any emotion. “You entered inside Malfoy mansion, so riddled with wards, that even attempting is enough to paralyse the best wizard. But there you were unharmed, very alive, and a muggle too?”

He laughed to himself, and you stared at him as your eyes burned.

“Don’t try to romanticise this, muggle,” he whispered, his voice dripping with venom cutting your skin. “Don’t mistake my actions as kindness to you. I am not good. I am not nice. I am not your saviour. I am nothing but your captor, muggle.”

You tore your eyes away from his blazing ones and stared at the fire instead. Even the flames crackling, as it ate away the wood, seemed calmer compared to the fire in Draco’s icy eyes.

“Now be useful,” he said, his voice smug with victory, “and say something beneficial to me.”

You dug your nails into your palm, trying to contain the poison boiling in your veins. You wanted to hurt him. You didn’t want to have this victory.

You lifted your gaze and met his, as a vicious smile grew on your lips.

Maybe you were Slytherin after all.

“War is coming, Malfoy,” you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. He watched you, his eyes taking in your lips as every word left you. He drank it in, his face paling as the words left you. “And you’re at the brunt of it all.”

Draco Malfoy studied you waiting for you to laugh, waiting for you to tell him it was a joke. But when you remained quiet, you saw something in him crack.

Had he suspected this?

He opened his mouth to say something, but a voice interrupted him. He looked behind him, replying he’ll be there in a minute.

You got up, as he turned towards you, you closed yourself in the closet.

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You welcome the hot water falling over you, relaxing the tight muscles on your shoulders. The Malfoys sure did have amazing water pressure, and the whole bathroom smelled like Draco.

It was almost as if every product in the bathroom was made from a scent specifically made for him.

As you opened your eyes and reached for the shampoo, you found another set of products placed next to them that wasn't there a moment before. Just like the brush in the morning, a new set of showering products had appeared just for you.

You pumped out the shampoo and messaged it into your hair. You smiled at the scent of light flowers and thanked the lords it did not smell like strawberry or some fruit because your headache would’ve killed you.

You came out to find a fluffy dark green towel laid out for you. You wiped yourself before wrapping it around you and reaching for your clothes.

You grimaced at the thought of wearing those same dirty clothes after feeling so fresh and clean. But to your surprise the clothes were missing, you froze before checking the floor, under the sink, but it was gone; it was missing.

You checked the bathroom for another pair to magically appear like the products but nothing.

You wrapped the towel around you before peeking out into the room. The bed and the armchair facing the bathroom were unoccupied. You took a deep breath and walked out gripping the towel around your body.

“Putting a show for me?” A voice snickered making you whip around. You turned to a smirking Draco who sat on the other armchair, taking in your body before clicking his tongue in distaste. “Sorry but muggles do not engage me.”

“Your magic took my clothes away,” you rolled your eyes before glaring at him, annoyed.

Draco laughed at you.

“Trust me, I would use my magic to avoid seeing you like this,” he apologised mockingly. “The manor has magic of its own, it goes to the house-elves.”

“Dobby?” You exclaimed, making him frown in an almost sad way.

“He’s free now,” he said, his voice seldom but a small smile on his lips. Before he focused at you, and then clipped, “are you going to stand like that the whole night?”

“If you didn’t realise Draco, I don’t have any clothes.”

“Just find something from my closet.”

You walked over and were once again overwhelmed by how big and luxurious the walk-in closet was. It all looked expensive and you hesitated to reach for anything. You spotted a basket at the bottom in the corner of the closet and pulled out a sweater and sweatpants.

You walked out dressed and frowned.

Draco noticed and sighed, mockingly, “What’s wrong, princess?”

You frowned deeper before sinking into the seat in front of him.

“Can’t you magic some clothes for me?”

Draco rolled his eyes and looked away from you.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”

“My clothes fit you just fine,” he muttered, not removing his attention from the book in his hands.

“Draco, I need other clothes than a sweatshirt and pants,” you growled at him, but he still didn’t look at you.

“I didn’t realise you had a vacation planned out,” he snickered, his eyes moving along the page.

“Draco, I need undergarments,” you spoke your cheeks flaming.

Draco didn’t look up, but he wasn’t reading anymore. His eyes remained at the same spot for a long moment, before he cleared his throat.

“Fine.” Was all he said before he began reading again. His eyes moved slowly as if trying to concentrate. You watched his blonde hair shine orange in the shadows of the fireplace.

“Thank you,” you replied. You awkwardly sat there for a minute, feeling bored instantly. “So, what are you reading?”

“Are you blind as well as stupid, muggle?” He lifted up the book and held it out to you. You squinted trying to read, before frowning.

“I can’t read,” you sighed.

“You’re illiterate as well as muggle?” He jeered, his eyes on you expectantly.

“No, I wear glasses,” you explained, annoyed. “I wasn’t wearing them when I shifted because they were reading glasses, and I was like sleeping, you know? And I only brought with me what I had on me.”

“You are blind.” Not a question. “I can fix that.”

“Draco, I think-”

He got up and moved towards his bed, opening the drawer of the side table. He pulled a vial and then handed it to you.

“What is this?” You studied the bottle sceptically, you stared at Draco with distrust.

“It’s a potion for weak eyes,” he answered, tired, before mumbling. “I take it too.”

You looked at the clear liquid, tossing it in your hands for a minute. You began opening the lid and focused on Draco, “If I die from drinking this, I am haunting you.”

Draco watched as you put the bottle to your lips and drank the contents.

“As if you are haunting me enough,” he snorted, focusing on his book.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the burn or the feeling of magic to make you glow, but nothing happened. You opened your eyes, your brows furrowed as you looked around.

You peeked at Draco, and then examined the book in his hand.

“Conscious and Projection,” you read. “What class?”

“General knowledge.”

“Boring.”

Draco glared at you.

#Draco Malfoy #draco #draco x y/n #Draco x apple #Harry Potter #it issss what it isss #quite a long one #malfoy #Draco fanfic #shifting realities #jaedaddy #hope yall enjoy #<333 #not edited

[wouldpollyapprove]

Obvious

Requested: Something fluffy with finn being clueless on tha reader having a crush on him? Or maybe even the actor idk i love harry kirton sm😭❤ 

Summary: Y/n was casted to play Finn’s love interest and thought nothing of it. But as she starts to film with the cast, her acting starts to turn into reality when she starts to fall for her costar. Y/n hadn’t realized how obvious her feelings for Harry were until Cillian pointed it out one day. To her surprise, though, they were obvious to everyone but Harry.

Harry Kirton x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Language

A/N: This probably could have been longer but I was struggling to write it. I do enjoy writing things like this. My favorite thing that I’ve ever written was a Joe Mazzello fic that was based off of something with the Oscars. It was great and I wish this was that good, but I know that if I write for Harry more I’ll get better.

About the Gif: This is the only one that was just Harry as himself, the rest were of Finn. I don’t know how to make gifs, I’ve never tried, so if any of you can do that, I would appreciate it.

Masterlist

The set was as quiet as it could get, with people running back and forth, making sure things were in order. The cast was in position, just waiting for the director to yell, “Action.” 

Y/n leaned against Harry, careful to keep her curls in place. At that point, she couldn’t remember the position she was told to be in, just be next to him. She had no problem doing that.

She had only been apart of the cast for barely one season, but they had instantly become her family. Helen would often take her out for lunch and helped her with her lines. Joe and Finn teased her like older brothers while Cillian tried to keep them all in line. Then there was Harry. 

Being cast to play Finn Shelby’s love interest, Harry and Y/n spent a lot of time together both on and offset. On her first day, the director told them to go spend the day together in Manchester, where they were filming, so they could get to know each other better. The chemistry had to look real, had to feel real, and after that day it sure as hell was real.

Y/n hadn’t dared admit it to anyone, but Harry had captured her heart with his passions about acting and music. Every conversation the two had was never boring and any time they hung out they always had a great time. Y/n had never met someone that was so lively and happy. His eyes were always lite up in joy and his smile was always contagious. 

“Action,” the director yelled and the actors began to move. They always tried to do one cut with most scenes, having a small budget and all, it was what had to be done to save money. 

Harry stiffened up beside Y/n, her head still against his chest. “Tommy, you can’t just barge into my house whenever you please!”

“I happen to own this fucking house!” Cillian yelled at him in his polished Birmingham accent. “Now get up, both of you!”

Y/n scrambled to her feet, Harry right behind her. They followed Cillian through the set until the director said, “Cut.”

It was a short scene, but Y/n already felt drained. She had spent a good hour and a half in hair and makeup for one little scene. Later in the day, she would have a longer one, but that was not for a few hours. She rolled her neck and followed the two men behind the camera.

“Are you ready for the big scene?” Harry inquired, looking over ar Cillian.

The man shrugged. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” he smiled.

“Oh, I need to go find Finn,” Harry told the two, patting Cillian on the back before he slipped passed them.

Y/n watched as he walked away before she turned to walk toward her trailer. An elbow nudged her side before she could get far, though.

“Are you gonna tell him?” Cillian asked as he walked with her.

She raised a brow, “What are you talking about?”

The older man chuckled, “You like him, don’t you.”

Y/n sighed, watching her feet as she walked. “Is it that obvious?”

Not quiet and answer, but she knew it gave her true feeling away.

Her costar nodded, his lips turning up in a smile.

“Does he know?”

“Harry?” Cillian laughed. “Does Harry know? Oh, hell no! That boy knows a lot but he notices very little. Just the way you look at him says it all, but he’s as blind as a bat.”

She shook her head. Of course, he didn’t know. But it didn’t matter, they were just friends in his mind. “I should probably just let it go, shouldn’t I?”

Reaching her trailer, Y/n opened the door and climbed the few steps, turning to wait for Cillian’s answer. 

“God, you’re both so oblivious,” he said more to himself than her. “Y/n, you like Harry. We can all see that but him. And Harry likes you, everyone but you can see that. You should tell him,” Cillian encouraged. “You might be surprised about the outcome.”

She nodded, “Okay,” and watched as the man turned on his heels and walked away. Stepping fully into her trailer, Y/n shut the door and huffed as she sat on the couch. What was she going to do? She had wanted to express her feelings to Harry for a long time. Technically, she already had. Every time her character expressed her love for Finn, Y/n was expressing her love for Harry. That’s what made it look so real. That’s what got the director to applaud her for her work. It wasn’t just her. It wasn’t just what she could do. It was what she was feeling but couldn’t but to words herself. 

Y/n fell on her side, burying head in the couch cushions. There was no right answer on what she should do. Maybe Cillian had a point, though. Maybe it was time to tell Harry. Her feelings would just eat at her if she didn’t do something about them.

Closing her eyes, she decided it best just to sleep on it. 

*~~*~~*

Her eyes fluttered open, body being shaken awake.

“Y/n, you need to get up.”

“No,” she muttered, rolling over to the back of the couch. “I don’t want to.”

Harry tugged on her arm once more, “Come one, Y/n. Time to get up. We’ve got work to do.”

She muttered under her breath and looked up at him. From the light pouring into the trailer, his red hair was a light orange color. Sporting a peaky cut, the longer section of hair tangled in front of his face. Y/n’s hand went up and twirled a piece, “Noooo.”

“Why not?” he asked and grabbed her hand and pulled her into a sitting potion just for her to fall over again.

Exhaustion still in her system, she started rambling, looking for excuses to stay where she was. “Cause I want to sleep and I don’t wanna be around you,” she drawled.

Harry raised a brow, amused by her behavior. “Why don’t you want to be around me?” He took a seat next to her on the couch.

She hummed and closed her eyes again. “Because I like you,” she emphasized the third word. “And that just makes things hard,” Y/n whined.

It was silent for a minute, the logical part of her brain told her she had just made a dumb move, exposing herself like that. Harry was probably sitting right next to her, wishing he had never even walked into her trailer. What she couldn’t see though, was the smile on his face.

He couldn’t be happier that she had just confessed her love to him, whether or not she really meant to. Cillian had told him the day before that it would be wise for him to do the same thing. He had thought it over, but even after doing that, he wasn’t sure if that was the best idea. Turns out, it was. 

“I don’t think that’s gonna make things hard,” he confessed, playing with her curled hair.

Y/n opened an eye, tilting her head to look at him. A little afraid of why that was, she hesitated to ask, “Why’s that?”

Harry shrugged like the answer was the most casual one in the world. “Because I like you too.”

A huge smile broke out on her face, that was an unexpected answer. Sure, Cillian had told her that Harry felt the same, but second-hand information wasn’t all that reliable. “So Cillian was right.”

Harry rolled his eyes, “He got to you too.”

She nodded, “Oh, yeah, he definitely did.”

*~~*~~

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Photo from left: Charles Dance, Erin Doherty, Helena Bonham Carter, Peter Morgan, Olivia Colman, Tobias Menzies and Josh O’Connor attend the premiere of The Crown and tribute to Peter Morgan at AFI Fest in Hollywood.BY ARAYA DIAZ/GETTY

'The Crown' Boss Reveals Why Meghan Markle and Prince Harry Are Off-Limits

The Hollywood Reporter Aug 18, 2020

Creator and showrunner Peter Morgan shares the unofficial feedback he gets from the royal family and why characters based on Prince Andrew and others won't be making an appearance in the Emmy-nominated series: "I'm much more comfortable writing about things that happened at least 20 years ago."

Peter Morgan was nearing the end of a lengthy shoot for the upcoming fourth season of Netflix's The Crown when the coronavirus took hold in the U.K., halting production. While he was ultimately able to wrap the season with what they had, he still lost a couple weeks of filming. "I can see where the gaps are, but I'm hoping that you won't," says the showrunner, who adds that he feels "lucky" that they were able to get as far as they did. In the wake of the show's nine Emmy nominations, including one for best drama series, the London-based Morgan shares what caused him to change his mind about the number of seasons the show will run, the unofficial feedback he gets from Buckingham Palace and why present-day royal scandals are off the table.

How did you celebrate your Emmy nominations?

I'm not sure I did celebrate, to be honest. I mean, I was relieved. I'm not sure that relief is a celebration. This just feels like such a strange time. Jumping around punching the air and lighting cigars feels like something I look forward to doing again, but at the moment, it just would feel weird to be doing that.

Having lost a couple weeks of filming on the upcoming season, is there any chance that you could reconvene everyone once it's considered safe to do so and get those final shots?

In order to hit the release schedule for season four, we needed to start editing and lock episodes, which we've been doing throughout this time. And everything takes much longer under these new social distancing regulations and rules, [even post-production.] So if we'd, for example, waited until next month, when a number of people are starting to film again in late August, beginning of September, to pick up these extra scenes, I think a) everyone would have been out of the rhythm of it and it would have felt very strange, and b) I think it would have compromised our post schedule. And we had to weigh up, "Is it worth it or not?" And, actually, that we're still able to hit our release schedule in November for seasonal four has been worth it.

It was announced recently that the fifth season, the one you're currently writing, won't be released until 2022. Was that a decision impacted by COVID or was that always the plan?

It's a normal schedule for us because what happens is, as you've noticed, we filmed The Crown in two season chunks, so we had Claire Foy for two seasons, we've now got Olivia Coleman for two seasons. And there was a gap year in there in which I frantically do a draft of all the scripts, and then I re-write the scripts and polish the scripts after that — but at least we have a roadmap of where we're going for the two seasons. And I said that there was no way that I could possibly do that and be showrunning the seasons if they were in production. You do need a gap year to get ahead with the writing.

This year, you said that the show was going to run five seasons instead of the expected six, but you recently reverted to the original plan. Why the change?

That's me being exhausted, and the truth is people have just been so supportive and so kind. They were so kind to go with me on the five-season version. That was an act of generosity because it was always pitched as being six seasons and always imagined to be that. And then I think they just looked at the state I was in, which is a classic showrunner look. You look slightly green and yellow and you have bags under your eyes, and you look at least 10 years older than you actually are. At that point, people say, "Just let the poor man out of his misery." But then in the course of meeting the actors, they were all furious they were only getting one season. (Laughs.) They were like, "Well, that's not fair. How come Claire Foy gets two and Olivia Colman gets two and I only get one?"

Are you writing that next season with COVID protocols in mind or are you hoping that the virus will be a thing of the past by the time you're in production again?

I think so. I'm writing it exactly as I wrote it before. I'm making no concessions whatsoever in terms of international locations, in terms of extras, in terms of size. If anything, the show's getting bigger. So I am absolutely banking on there being not just a vaccine but that the vaccine has had global dissemination by that point.

What was the most challenging scene for you to write last season?

If there isn't a challenging scene to get on paper in every episode, I'm not doing my job. If it doesn't feel to me like I'm climbing without a rope, then I don't see [the point]. I remember in season one when Claire Foy comes back to find her father dead, she cries when she sees his dead body. And I said to everybody then, "This is the first and the last time we're ever going to see the queen cry. She will never cry again. There'll be many times where we imagine she's crying, but no tears come." When you have the queen in scenes of extreme emotion, those scenes are very difficult to write because she's not a person of extreme emotionality. So you're constantly having to find ways to make the audience cry without, as it were, the queen crying. In other words, it's all about inability and restraint and being blocked, because she herself is blocked because it's wrapped up in this package of being the queen — and the queen is in itself an abstract concept rather than Elizabeth Windsor, who she is underneath. So any scenes that really push to that are always a real challenge.

You've meet with royal aides to brief them on what's to come in the show. How do they typically respond, and what do you hope to get out of those meetings?

I meet on an entirely informal and impersonal basis with a couple of people who used to work at the palace and who I imagine still have contacts with the palace. It ends up as one of those rather ridiculous conversations in which everybody is slightly tiptoeing and saying something other than what they mean, but you're still finding a way of getting some information out while at the same time everybody has the most important thing, which is deniability.

Do they ever come to you and say, "No, it didn't happen this way," or "That isn't accurate"?

Occasionally they might come back and say, "I enjoyed certain aspects of the season," and by that I know that he or she probably means other people enjoyed that. And then they'll say, "There were one or two things that I personally found disappointing," which probably means that somebody else found them disappointing.

Does that feedback influence how you write the show at all?

No, nor would they want it to. No one's trying to censor me. No one's ever tried to correct what I do or censor what I do. No one wants anything to do with each other. I don't want anything to do with the palace and the palace wants nothing to do with me — again, so that we all have the most important thing, which is that they can say, "I don't know what they think they're doing." And we can say, "We have no interest in making them happy." That's really important because different people have different attitudes. Some people could say, "Oh my god, it's outrageous what The Crown has got away with saying," and other people could say, "The Crown could have said it a lot worse." So depending on your perspective, if you are a rapid anti-monarchist then no matter how critical I am, it will never be critical enough. And if you are really staunch establishment monarchist, then just about everything I say is pure treason. You will never make those two extremes happy. And there's no point even trying to. I only write what I want to write.

You've said the show won't get into modern royal subjects like Meghan Markle or Prince Andrew. Why?

I just think you get so much more interesting [with time.] Meghan and Harry are in the middle of their journey and I don't know what their journey is or how it will end. One wishes some happiness, but I'm much more comfortable writing about things that happened at least 20 years ago. I sort of have in my head a 20 year rule. That is enough time and enough distance to really understand something, to understand its role, to understand its position, to understand its relevance. Often things that appear absolutely wildly important today are instantly forgotten, and other things have a habit of sticking around and proving to be historically very relevant and long lasting. I don't know where in the scheme of things Prince Andrew or indeed Meghan Markle or Harry will ever appear. We won't know, and you need time to stop something being journalistic. And so I don't want to write about them because to write about them would instantly make it journalistic. And there are plenty of journalists already writing about them. To be a dramatist, I think you need perspective and you need to also allow for the opportunity for metaphor. Once something has a metaphorical possibility, it can then become interesting. It's quite possible, for example, to tell the story of Harry and Meghan through analogy and metaphor, if that's what you want to do. Because there've been so many examples in the past, whether it's Wallis Simpson or Edward VII, or whether it's Diana and Prince Charles. There have been plenty of opportunities in the past where there have been marital complications. There've been wives that have been married into the Royal family that have felt unwelcome and that they don't fit in. So there are plenty of stories to tell without telling the story of Harry and Meghan.

Interview edited for length and clarity.

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selcouth // harry holland // 2

chapter 2: The Not So Lonely Ray of Sunshine

story summary: Harry was used to living in his brothers’ shadows. Tom was the actor and Sam was the cook and musician. He was used to being second best and genuinely gave up on finding someone who could love him for him. Someone who could believe that Harry wasn’t second best. His mindset changes however, when he meets you. The sunshine to cast away all of the shadows.

teaser // chapter one // 

chapter summary: sunshine shines brightest when happy

pairing: harry holland x reader

warnings: none? swears, fluffy, simp harry

word count: 1.8k

When Y/N had forgotten her winter coat, she had mentally cursed herself. She had made it into the theatre with minutes to spare, but she was mentally cursing herself. “How is it that I am the dumbest person in the world? How could I have been so damn dumb to leave my winter coat in Paddy’s car on one of the coldest nights I have ever experienced?” 

Being pulled out of her thoughts by Alita, one of the stage directors, Y/N made it backstage, warming up her voice as she made it to her dressing room she shared with her ‘sisters’. Y/N gave a greeting to Sophia, who would be playing Angelica, and was also an American exchange student from California, and gave a greeting to London native, Sicily who would be playing Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds.

“Hey, love! Cutting it a bit close, yeah?” Came Sicily’s thick and cheerful English accent. How she was able to keep out of her singing baffled both Y/N and Sophia.

Sophia giggled and rolled her eyes before reaching over and helping Y/N set her personals down before pulling the girl into a hug. “Hey, babe. Please ignore Ms. I’m Crabby Because Everyone Is Getting Into A Relationship But Me over there.” The Californian stated before pulling away and sitting back down at one of the vanities to finish her stage makeup.

Y/N couldn’t deny Sophia’s claim. Just last week, two of the ensemble members announced to the cast that they had been dating for six months, and over seven months ago, Sophia’s girlfriend, who just happened to be fucking Zendaya went public on Instagram, confirming what everyone was expecting; that the literal goddess was dating a Broadway member.

To be fair, Sicily had had a messy breakup a year prior, and was forced to cut a lot of people from her life who kept shitting on her for breaking up with her boyfriend. Y/N and Sophia were both relieved that the Londoner had broken off the relationship. Sicily’s ex radiated toxic masculinity, and verbally discussed his dislike for both Sophia and Y/N in front of their faces. Yeah. It was a lot.

Bored because the turntable on stage was refusing to work, Y/N decided to FaceTime Paddy to pass the time. During the whole call, Y/N was keeping her voice warm, and practiced harmonizing with Sophia and Sicily. After an announcement that the turntable was finally cooperating, Y/N rushed a goodbye to Paddy, and told him that the Hamilton Instagram page would be going live, so anyone could find out what goes on behind the scenes. 

After running through their first dress rehearsal, and polishing up certain scenes, Alita, the stage manager had dismissed everyone. Y/N, Sicily, and Sophia made their way to their shared dressing rooms, wiping off their tear stained makeup. Sophia was taking off her ending dress, and Sicily was looking at her phone. 

“Y/N, love, you are fucked.” Came the blunt voice of Sicily. 

“Why?”

“It’s fucking snowing out, and it’s negative one degrees Celcius!”

“Fuck! I left my coat in Paddy’s car. Shit.”

Just as Sicily was about to make a teasing comment, Y/N’s phone went off, causing all three of them to jump. 

“Bloody hell Y/N/N! Why is your ringer so loud?”

“Oh shut it Sicily. You’re ten times louder.”

“Only for you Soph!” Sicily remarked, with a wink.

“Shut up both of you! I’m trying to text Paddy back, and I can’t hear any of my thoughts!”

“Oops. Sorry.”

“Yeah. Sorry, love.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as the two continued to bicker quietly. She began typing intently, before pocketing her phone in her tote bag, and beginning to shed the layers of her Eliza costume. After the three women packed up, they all headed out the theatre doors, and hugged each other.

Sophia ran to Zendaya’s already familiar car, while Sicily hailed a taxi to take her to the tube. Y/N was still mentally cursing herself, as she wrapped her thin sweatshirt around her frame. “I really need to learn to wake up to my alarm.” The frozen girl muttered.

Waiting underneath the theatre awning for twenty minutes was probably the longest twenty minutes of Y/N’s twenty one years of life. As soon as she saw a car turn from the corner, approach the curb, and the sound of the horn, the actress immediately knew that it was Sora. How? Probably because she saw the girl cackling from the inside of the car. 

As soon as she heard the horn of the car, Y/N was sprinting to her savior, and immediately throwing everything in the boot or trunk as she called it, into the car. Y/N, without hesitation, threw open the back door, and slammed it shut, with her teeth chattering, and her hair dusted in fastly melting snowflakes due to the heated temperature inside the car.

“Well don’t you look like Anna.” Sora teased from the front seat before taking off after Y/N had fastened her seatbelt. 

“You are never going to let this go, are you? Just because I can sing Anna better than you does not make me her!” Y/N retaliated with a breathless laugh.

For the first time, Y/N glanced at Harry, and she instantly knew what Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton felt when she first saw Alexander. If she were in a musical, Y/N could guarantee she would break out into “Helpless”. 

Unfortunately because life isn’t a musical, Y/N opted for a smile. And god was she thankful at that moment for the bitter cold. At least if she was called out on a blush, she could always blame it on the frigid weather. 

Looking at Harry for the first time was indescribable. The way he smiled back at her was intoxicating, and while Y/N opted out for drinking, she felt as though she could get drunk on his smile. It was strange. How could one stranger make you feel this way in a matter of seconds? 

An answer that both Harry nor Y/N knew at the moment...but that’s a story for the future. 

Hearing his voice was like a prayer she didn’t know she needed to hear. Y/N had been compared to the sun since the day she was born. And when you think of the sun, you think of the day. And when you think of the day, you think of how much more social interaction goes on.

Most people assumed that Y/N was not a lonely person upon meeting her for the first time. Socially, Y/N probably knew almost everyone in Oahu. But romantically, the girl was so lonely. She was always that one friend who knew who was dating who, and gave out the best relationship advice despite never actually dating anyone.

Sure people had crushes on her, but no one looked at Y/N the way Harry did in the first few seconds. He looked at her like she was the only girl in the world. The only girl that truly mattered. For the first time ever in her life, Y/N felt like she was the most important person in the room...or in this case, the car. 

From Paddy’s position in the front passenger seat, he could tell that his best friend, with whom he had grown to be super protective of, and his brother, who he had never seen look so lovesick, were taken. Even if they had just been introduced, they acted as if they had known each other since kindergarten. Paddy was definitely going to bring up how he was the perfect matchmaker at Sora and Harrison’s wedding, and eventually Y/N’s and Harry’s...but uh...again. A story for the future.

The car ride back to the house was filled with melodious laughter, lighthearted banter, and the occasional swears in English, Japanese, and Hawaiian. 

As soon as Sora pulled up to the house and parked, everyone leaped out of the car, Y/N this time with her winter coat on, grabbed her garment bags and purse, while Harry kindly closed the door of the boot of the car. 

The snow dusted group made it to the front door, and hurried inside, slamming the door shut, not wanting the warm air to escape. Sora and Y/N brushed off the white powder before hanging up their coats and scarves on the clothing hooks by the door. 

Laughter and light bickering was heard in the living area, which caused a light smile to appear on Sora’s face. “Glad to see that they survived without us.” 

Harry chuckled before helping Y/N with her garment bags, yelling a hello in the house, which caused a few thumps before Elysia came charging down the hall. 

“Y/N/N!” The twenty-three-year old Brit launched herself onto Y/N causing the unsuspecting girl to tumble on the ground.

“Hey El! How’s life treating you?” 

“Eh. You know. Same old, same old. How’re rehearsals?”

“Exhausting. In fact, I need to put them on and walk and dance in the stage heels we’re required to wear. We just got them delivered today.”

The rest of the group who had stayed behind, came down the hall and smiled when they saw Y/N on the floor with Elysia on top, still holding Y/N in a bone crushing hug. 

Elysia, after another moment more, finally stood up, and helped the musical actress stand up. The two shared a giggle before Y/N looked up at the rest of the group.

As soon as Sam locked eyes with Y/N’s frame, the older twin immediately gasped before bouncing up and down in excitement. “Bloody hell! You’re Y/N Y/L/N! The insanely talented theatre foreign exchange student at LAMDA! Some of my friends who attend LAMDA always speak of you!”

Y/N blushed profusely at the sight of being recognized. “I wouldn’t say I’m that good though. Everyone is pretty much exaggerating.” She answered honestly. 

Sam continued to shake his head. “No, I don’t think you understand. It’s extremely difficult to get a leading role as an underclassmen for a musical, but for a foreign exchange student of any age snagging a leading role is impossible!”

Y/N just shrugged her shoulders, before introducing herself to the rest of the group. “Uh. Hello. My name's Y/N and I’m playing Eliza Hamilton in Hamilton in a couple of months. I’m also studying at LAMDA, and booking some auditions on the side.” The girl stated softly, slightly intimidated by all of the gorgeous human beings in front of her. 

As introductions had been passed around, Y/N was shown to a spare guest room by Harry and Tom where she could change into her historical ensemble and practice her singing and dancing in the studio that Tom had for practicing stunts in the backyard. 

As soon as Y/N emerged from the guest room wearing the signature satin blue dress, a hush fell over the room. Any signs of conversations had ceased when they saw the sight of the satin baby blue dress hug the girl’s body. 

“Holy fucking shit.” Harry muttered under his breath.

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[finnwolfhard7137]

The Art of Falling in Love-Finn Wolfhard × Reader

Chapter One is here...

Chapter Two: Film Day

Word Count 2.2k

Warnings: fluff

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You wake up to your phone buzzing: you mother texts you Good morning sunshine, I hope you have a great day. You visibly smile and respond: Thank you mom, good morning I love you. 

You look at the top of your phone screen and view the time: 7:02 a.m. You sigh from exhaustion but you know that you can't go back to sleep. You have to get ready for the long day that you are going to have. First thing's first, breakfast. You eat some cereal and watch a YouTube video of your choice. After all of that is done, you get up to brush your teeth and freshen up before your artists come in to do your hair and makeup. 

…

Jamie "Hi, good morning! How did you sleep?"

"Pretty well, how about you?"

Jamie "Oh well I am used to sleeping in trailer's so I slept like a baby." 

Carmen enters the trailer, "Speak for yourself! I barely slept last night."

"Aw I'm sorry!"

Carmen "Don't be, sweetie. Now, let's do your makeup." Her and Jamie spend almost two hours doing your hair and makeup, curling and perfecting you for the camera. You swear to yourself that you have never looked this good before! 

"You guys just did that!? Like...how?"

They giggle, "It's our job sweetie. Do you like it?"

"Of course I do." Your makeup is light but flawless and your hair is shiny and curled to perfection. You almost can't stop looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Jamie "Alright, you are completely done gorgeous! John and the producers will be in soon to go over a few things."

"Okay, thanks so much." You hug them and they walk out of the door. Being able to feel confident makes you even more excited to see Finn today. Maybe John will allow you to film with him..

John "Hi, Y/n. I know that we have met before but this is my producer Nina."

Nina "Hi"

"Hi, it's nice to meet you."

John went over your role with you and the ways you should act and so on. He was so polite and kind, it put your mind at ease a ton. "Okay, so very simple."

"Yes, thank you. That makes me feel less nervous." 

Nina "Don't be nervous at all, I saw your audition Y/n, you are very talented."

"Thank you, Mrs. Nina!" 

Nina "Oh please, just Nina." You offer her a nice smile and they make their way out.

John "See you out there, kid." 

__________________________

When you see Oakes, he gives you a warm hug and compliments your hair and makeup.

"Thanks! They did a good job, didn't they?"

Finn "Oh yeah!" He walks up from behind you, catching you off guard. 

"Hey!" He gives you a tight hug and the biggest smile."

Finn "You look beautiful."

"Thank you. Way better than how you met me last night.."

Finn "No, no! You looked good in your pj's last night too, don't get me wrong."

"Thanks." You try your hardest not to blush but you can't help it.

John "So, I am guessing that you met Finn!"

"Oh yeah, he came to say hi to me last night."

John "Well that is good, you two are going to have to be around each other for a while so get comfortable with each other. We start shooting in five."

Oakes "Okay!" 

Finn "Maybe we will get to film together after all."

"That would be fun. I haven't read it in the script yet though."

Finn "Not everything has to be in the script for it to be in the movie, Y/n."

"Oh!"

Oakes "For example, for my last film my co-star and I were literally just bullshitting and we didn't notice that they were still filming and they kept that little bit in the movie."

"That's awesome." You, Finn and Oakes talked until it was time to start shooting. 

….

Your first scene is with Oakes in a museum. Nothing was said and it was quick because it was literally the first scene for the movie. They took three different shots of the same scene and then they called it for the first scene.

When they call cut, you turn around and see Finn sitting back with a few of the co-stars and smiling at you. Has he been watching you this entire time? If so, that is so adorable! You move a stray piece of hair away from your face and smile back.

Oakes "Oh, I think he likes you."

You joke "Shut up!" You playfully nudge him and he nudges you back. This was going to be one of the funnest times of your entire life.

Finn "You did good!"

"Thanks!"

Ansel "Finn, you haven't introduced us! I'm Ansel, I play older Theo."

"I think I have seen your movies before, hi!"

Ansel "That's awesome! I hope you liked them."

"Of course. Are you filming now?"

Ansel "Oh no, I just wanted to stop by and see old friends. I don't start filming until tomorrow."

"Oh okay." Sarah Paulson comes up behind you.

Sarah "Who is this cutie?!"

"Oh my god!" She laughs and pulls you in for a hug, knowing you were an obvious fan of hers. "I'm Y/n, I play Pippa."

Sarah "Ohh okay! I saw the last bit there, you mastered the facial expressions girl."

"Thank you!"

Oakes "Oh hey, step mom!"

Sarah "Hey kiddo!" They laugh and hug each other. You have to pinch yourself because it does not feel real. You are not only around Finn, now you are around Sarah, one of your idols in this industry. 

Finn "Did you have fun shooting that scene?"

"I guess, yeah. I'm looking forward to doing my lines."

Finn "Yeah, the dramatic scenes aren't as fun."

"Yeah, are you shooting soon?"

Finn "Laster on during the day. I do the school scene today."

"I'm excited to see it!"

He speaks in Russian that you don't understand. He laughs at your reaction.

"Holy shit...you are good at Russian!"

Finn "Practice. I have to say quite a bit in Russian."

"It sounds like you have adapted the language as your own."

Finn "You're too sweet." Oakes starts in the conversation, breaking you out of your little trance that he had you under. 

Oakes "I still can't believe that you have to call me Potter.."

"No way."

Finn "Those glasses do look like Harry Potter's...it only makes sense."

Oakes rolls his eyes and you three laugh. Sarah and Ansel talk to you a bit more and get to know you while Oakes films his second scene with Nicole Kidman among others. Seeing Nicole act in person is astonishing, she is so gifted. You sat next to Finn while you both waited your turn. Every once in a while, he would give you pointers on things that Oakes and Nicole did. He knew that you are fairly new and wanted to help you the best that he could which made you feel so appreciative. 

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You had to change hair and makeup for your next and last scene for the day. Since your character was in the museum 'bombing', you had to get a prosthetic put on your head, making it look like you had a huge scar. It was so well done and so believable that it left you shaken. 

"You all are so talented.."

Bill "Thank you very much!" 

You change wardrobe and make your way to the next area to film. This time, it is a bedroom where you and Oakes have to shoot. When he sees you, he is taken aback.

Oakes "Woah!"

"I know.."

Oakes "All I gotta say is that I'm glad that it's not real.."

"Yeah, me too."

John "Alright guys, positions!!"

You lay down on the bed and do your lines as well as Oakes. This took way longer than the first shoot, understandably. Luckily, you didn't mess up any of your lines and did them correctly. By the time he called cut, your head was pounding from all of the ups and downs of emotions. One moment, you had to act tired and the next moment you had to be in tears. Oakes noticed and he offered you a warm smile.

Oakes "You are a natural! You had me choken up the whole time!"

"Good, I'm glad! That means that our scenes together will move the audience." 

Oakes "It really will. And here you were, saying that you weren't good. Are you kidding?!"

"You're the best." You give him a hug and go back to your trailer where they undress you and take off your prosthetic and makeup. After most of the day having it all on, it felt wonderful when it all came off. 

Jamie "John and Nina told me how amazing you and Oakes did today.."

"Really?!"

Carmen "And Kiira (the casting director) told me how glad that she was that she casted you for Pippa."

"I might cry! That is so sweet." 

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You get into your own clothing and get back outside. You want to see Finn's scene and support him like he did for you. You take a seat next to Sarah and Luke (Luke Wilson who plays Theo's father)

The scene is about to start when Sarah leans in and whispers to you, "Ya know, he hasn't stopped talking about you since you got here right?"

"Really?"

Sarah smirks, "mhm. I think he likes you. But hey, that's just me."

You blush and look away. Does he really like you? How could he? You don't look like every other actress, you are just you...nothing special. But maybe he does.

Finn and Oakes scene lasts on and off for three hours. Finn was even better of an actor in person. Seeing the way he poses himself as a totally different person with a totally different language was so interesting to watch.

When he finishes, they make their way back to where you all are at and he sat down next to you. He notices that you are smirking at him and smiles.

"You are too good at this."

He starts laughing which makes you happy, "You're just saying that."

"No I'm not! Finn, you are so talented, it's crazy."

Finn "Thank you so much. So are you, I saw you on your last shoot," he takes in your appearance, "Those crying parts were hard to watch without me crying and I hardly ever cry unless I have to."

"Really? Thank you." 

Finn "Yeah, no problem."

Oakes "Well I don't know about you guys, but I am starving."

"I could eat."

Finn "Let's get out of these clothes and then I'll drive us to get something to eat!" You and Oakes agree and you wait for them to come out of their trailers. 

You are wearing a pair of light blue ripped jeans and a white kind-of-cropped hoodie with converse. Finn comes out wearing jeans and a hoodie, same as Oakes. Sarah notices that we are all wearing hoodies and chuckles.

Finn "What?"

Sarah "I just love how you are all wearing hoodies, I love it."

"Hoodies are so comfy!"

Finn "What she said!" You four laugh and then leave to get some food.

…

Oakes let's you sit in the front with Finn and you all blare good music with the windows down. He decides on getting Chick-fil-a and who could say no to that?! At the restaurant, you all talked about anything and everything: family and friends, music, movies and TV shows, favorites and inspirations. You could talk to them all day long and never get bored. You truly feel like this job is changing your life for the best because you have already gained so much. 

When you get back to the trailer park, Oakes says good night and leaves you and Finn alone.

Finn stops by your trailer and pauses, "You really did good today."

"Thank you Finn, it means a lot coming from you."

Finn "I know, I am really glad that you are here. I don't think that I have ever had such a good time on set before."

"Me neither."

Finn "Hey, I was thinking that if we wake up early enough, I could take you to breakfast if you'd like?"

"Yeah, yeah I'd love to."

Finn smiles, "Alright, awesome. So it's a date." He gives you a warm embrace and then says good night.

You sit down on your bed and call your mother to catch her up on your day.

Mother "I'm so proud of you! I knew that you would do amazing today!"

"Thanks mom."

Mother "And Finn…how is he?"

"Amazing."

Mother "tell me, tell me."

"Mom I'll text you, I love you."

Mother "Oh alright...I love you too. Sleep tight."

You text your mom and tell her how nice Finn has been and how he asked you on a little date tomorrow. She gushes over it and makes you blushy. Everyone tells you that he likes you and you are starting to believe it. You turn off the lights and climb into bed and fall asleep with a smile on your face.

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@moriartysringtone7137 @thethirtysomethingfangirl @coldmuffinpartycloud @spidey-starky @jk97-wolfhard @btsarmygirl417

#the art of falling in love #the goldfinch #finn wolfhard #boris pavlikovsky #theo decker

[can-i-just-say-this]

I'm Coming Home to You

Harry Potter's 25 lives inspired by '25 Lives' by Tongari

Part 2

11. Yet, always, you forgive me.

There is blood in every inch Harry looks on Draco's clothes, and his heart breaks at his lover's weak smile.

"Harry, it's okay."

It's not. Harry is finally able to make Draco his in this lifetime after so many agonizing hundred years, and yet he can't save his partner. Even though he is the best investigator ever walks on this country. They were just in a childplay mission, and yet Harry miscalculated their numbers and moved too late to shield Draco that is not in his bulletproof uniform since he was spying for them.

"Please don't leave me. I'm not ready-"

Draco closes his eyes, and so Harry waits for this life to pass.

12. As if you understand what’s going on

For once, Harry is the one dying this time. He counts every second he can still hear from the clock, feeling every tears falling to his cheeks as Draco cries quietly. Draco is holding his hand, and it's the only warmth Harry can feel besides his rapidly freezing body. Harry searches for Draco's face, and his husband is smiling at him, nodding.

"Harry, it's okay."

Harry smiles back, finally it won't be painful whenever he remembers Draco saying those words.

"I'll see you soon."

And so Harry closes his eyes.

13. And you’re making up for all the lifetimes in which one of us doesn’t exist,

The bookshelves rattle as Draco slams Harry's body, kissing every part of his face down to his shoulder like there's no tomorrow. Harry can only hold onto him, waiting for the inevitable. Just then, Draco sinks his fangs in Harry's neck and finally, finally drinks his intake of Harry's blood for the week. Harry shivers, never getting used to this.

"Stop, Malfoy, I'm not fainting in class again."

"Just skip it with me."

Malfoy stopped though, licking Harry's wound to heal it and stared at him with blood red eyes that rapidly turn into their normal grey colour. Harry also can't get used to that.

"Yeah, because I just love to give Snape another reason to drop me."

He glares, but soon Malfoy is kissing him again, and suddenly Harry is not sure he'll attend Chemistry today.

14. And the ones where we just, barely, never meet.

Hermione is screaming and tearing her bushy hair in their living room, Harry is not shocked.

"We were supposed to work on this project together, Harry, we are supposed to meet next week, in this freaking room at this second, and I just knew today that he's moving abroad, to Tokyo of all places! Can you believe this?"

Harry knows that Hermione can finish whatever project it is on her own, but he also knows to shut his mouth when necessary. So he decides to brighten his best friend's mood instead.

"And who is this asshole we need to track down to the Anime World?"

"It's Draco Malfoy and I swear to God I will find his new address and-"

Harry stops listening, his head suddenly has blooming headache and he wonders if it's the sleep deprivation catching up to him.

Later, after a long nap and waking up with tears streaming down his face, Harry plans a long life trip to Japan. Fifty years later, when Harry is visiting Hermione in her lovely cottage, the news inform him that a tsunami has hit the country he barely left few hours ago, and Harry's world is crashing down hearing the name Draco Malfoy for the second time in this life.

15. I hate those. I prefer the ones in which you kill me.

Draco is trembling, so Harry hugs him tighter, but it only makes Draco scream in agony, though no sound is coming out. Harry knows his time is limited, but he doesn't know what to say, now that fate decides it's fascinating to have him on the opposite side of the war from Draco. The hand holding the sword piercing through his body falls to his waist, and his lover is hugging back.

"I hate you. I really hate you. I hate you the most in this universe."

Harry tries to speak, but he's only coughing blood to Draco's back. He tries again.

"I love you. Please win. Please stay alive. Please-"

Harry closes his eyes.

16. But when all’s said and done, I’d surrender to you in other ways.

"You can't do this, Harry. Not again. Hermione, help me here."

Hermione only raises her eyebrow at her boyfriend, and he groaned again. They both know it's a lost cause and settle on watching Harry together. Harry doesn't even listen to his best mate complaining, his eyes fixed on the Marauder Maps in his lap. When Ron whispered 'Mischief managed' and he suddenly sees a blank parchment though, he shouts.

"Oi!"

"Oi to you too, Harry! You're obsessed! It's sixth year all over again! No, it's even worse! You have to stop, mate!"

Harry would, if only he knew how to.

17. Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder

Draco is leaning against him, hooking his arms. His eyes searching for cameras and he fakes a shy smile at him. There's no need to search, honestly, fans always capture The Drarry Moments like every bit of their interactions is a secret affair. Harry doesn't mind, though, as long as he has Draco close to him.

"I'm coming, I'm coming home to you, right now I'm home, oh I'm home, baby"

Harry sings his part, making sure to look at Draco with heart in his eyes, something he doesn't really need to fake. Draco smiles genuinely this time, and Harry's heart is screaming with their fans. Maybe deciding that the fans have enough Drarry pics in one concert, Draco moves away. Harry watches Draco wave to their adoring fans, making heart with his hands. Ah, Draco's part is coming next. Harry feigns surprise when Draco stares at him with love in his eyes.

"Today, tomorrow, I'm coming home to you, only you"

18. Is this the last time?

"Are you sure that's the right colour?"

"Are you questioning my potion skill, Potter?"

Harry shakes his head. Draco's forehead is covered with droplets of sweat now, and Harry doesn't think before he sweep them with his sleeve. Draco doesn't react, his eyes still staring at his potion as if daring it to misbehave. When five minutes pass and the potion turns blue, Draco is staring wide eyed at Harry.

"I did it. Potter, I did it! I'm getting the fucking degree!"

And Harry just looks at him, how Draco squeal and squeeze his fingers, how his own fingers shake a little when he write the right formula of his invented potion on the parchment. How he gathers various Potion books while tears are streaming down his face, his exhaustion finally catching up to him, and once again, Harry sees the boy and the man he has loved for more than a lifetime in new adoration.

"I love you", he wants to blurt out, but this Draco is not ready to hear that, so Harry whispers the words instead. He is quite afraid he won't be able to say those words ever again, but when Draco talks about his bright future as the youngest Potion Master that receives the Order of Merlin, Harry smiles to his friend.

19. Is that really you?

Harry is gripping his book like a lifeline, his heart drumming in his ribcage. The queue is too long, and Harry is afraid he's going to be late for his meeting. God knows what McGonagall is going to say, but he needs this. Harry turns his book around, the name 'Draconis' in bold green letters below the book's tittle, 'Coming Home'.

"Harry, she's going to fire you"

Hermione hisses, her own book swaying to his face. Harry knows this, too, and he feels like crying. Hermione misinterprets this and says softly.

"I'll ask him to sign your book, alright? Now go."

And Harry does. Draconis never comes to London after that, so Harry never get the chance to come to his book signing again. Not even once.

20. And what if you're already perfectly happy without me?

Harry already learned how to fake smiles long before Draco Malfoy announces his engagement in front of the press. He sits there as if his heart isn't breaking and speak his congratulations to the senior actor that is his one-sided love, and he can already imagine one of the article saying how Harry Potter, the rising star, plays a huge part in the developing love of his seniors in the filming site. Wonderful.

"I almost thought I didn't have the chance, but then there was Harry Potter, and he said he had been my fan since forever, and suddenly I had this huge courage and asked Pansy out the next hour. Really, thank you, Harry."

Perfect.

#draco malfoy x harry potter #drarry fic #draco malfoy #draco x harry #drarry #25 lives #reincarnation #past lives

[disneysholland]

it’s nice to have a friend - t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Inspired by It’s Nice to Have a Friend by Taylor Swift.

Part 3/? of Taylor Swift series

8 years old -

My heart pounded in excitement as I watched the clock switch to 15:00. Today was the last day of school before Christmas holiday and I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to go home and play in the snow that had finally started falling.

As I grabbed my backpack and lunch box, I hugged my best friends, telling them all goodbye until I would see them in a few weeks.

My house was not very far from the school, but it was still a cold walk. I fished around in my pocket for my gloves but came up with nothing. My hands would be ice cold by the time I got home.

“Hey Y/N! Are you excited for Christmas?!” I heard from behind me as my curly haired neighbor ran over to me. Tom was definitely the most energetic boy in the neighborhood.

I giggled, “Yes! I’m so excited, did you ask for anything cool?”

“I asked for a new bike. Harry and Sam have stolen mine,” he laughed, “You look cold, take my gloves.”

He slipped his gloves off and handed them to me.

“Thanks Tom! You’re such a good friend!”

16 years old -

After a long week, all I wanted was to go home and relax but my best friend insisted that I go to a party. I’ve never been one for parties and I sure wasn’t now. That was how I found myself sitting on the roof staring at the light pink sky.

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” 

My head flipped around to find a familiar curly haired boy coming over towards me.

“No, is that famous Hollywood actor Tom Holland?!” I jokingly fanned myself.

It had been about a year since he left town to go work on The Impossible. It was unbelievable that a kid from our town made it big.

Tom and I kept in contact to an extent. We still lived next door to each other, but we no longer went to school together so it was a bit harder to keep up with each other.

It had been a while since I had seen him and he had definitely grown up a lot. He was cute and was getting quite muscular.

Tom laughed, taking a seat next to me, “I’m shocked you’re here, I’m not gonna lie. I have to ask, what are you doing on the roof though?”

“I could ask you the same thing...I just needed to get out of there, there’s too many people for me.”

“Right, not exactly the best place to get over stress,” he ran a hand through his hair.

I nodded.

“How’s the whole acting thing going?” I nudged his shoulder.

“Good! I have a few projects I’m gonna be working on soon, I’m excited. What about you? How have you been?”

For the first time that night, I looked into his eyes and felt myself start to get lost in them.

“Good, I guess. School’s been a lot lately, unsurprisingly.”

“Wanna play 20 Questions?”

I snorted, “Sure, but why?”

“I don’t know, something to do. Okay, first question. Why did you come to this party?”

“My friend basically forced me. What about you?”

He let out a laugh, “My friend basically forced me too.”

“Next question, do you think fame has changed you?” I joked.

He shook his head, fighting a grin. 

“Oh yeah, definitely. I’m a real dickhead now.”

I slapped his arm, rolling my eyes. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

“Did you hate our third year teacher as much as I did?”

“Oh my God, YES. He was horrific! I thought it was just me!” 

We laughed together for a while, sharing stories about our awful instructor who would yell at his students for nothing. It was tragic really. We then got to asking each other more silly questions about what it was like growing up in our neighborhood, our odd neighbors, and the lack of having anything to do in our little town.

It got quiet for a moment once we realized we were about at the end of our 20 questions.

“So,” Tom spoke up at last, “last question....Would you hold my hand?”

A blush creeped up on my cheeks and I fought the urge to laugh. It was such an innocent question, definitely not something I’d expected Tom to ask me. I couldn’t lie and say that I hadn’t thought about holding his hand. Especially after today. I’m also not very experienced when it comes to guys so I also didn’t quite know what to do with those feelings.

I gave him a smile and nodded. His hand reached for mine and our fingers interlocked for the very first time. There was a spark in his touch that I hoped I would feel for the rest of my life. 

I never wanted to let go.

27 years old -

Cheers erupted around us as I squeezed Tom’s hand. We made our way out to the car, sidestepping all of the rice that our loved ones were tossing into the air. A smile was permanently etched on my face as I gazed at our family members and friends, all cheering us on in our new journey.

The sight of the rice brought me back to that day all those years ago where he gave me his gloves. That was the first time that I gave much thought to my weird, energetic neighbor that was in the same year as me.

We slid into the backseat, both entirely exhausted from the long day of celebrations. 

“Babe. You’re my husband. We’re married,” I commented as I turned towards him.

“Yes, I’m pretty sure that’s what we did,” he laughed, “Now I get to keep you forever and ever.”

His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, filled with love. 

Just over ten years with him and he still gave me butterflies every time we kissed.

“I love you so much Tom,” I grinned as we pulled away. My head rested against his shoulder and we began sharing stories from the day.

Our drive home felt like it was over in two seconds, much too short for either of our liking.

I went to climb out of the backseat, thanking our driver for taking us home, though Tom stopped me before climbing out.

“Come on darling, I have to carry you in bridal style or this day will have had been for nothing.”

I rolled my eyes, suppressing a giggle. I honestly should have expected this.

Tom gently picked me up out of the backseat, holding me firmly against his chest. 

“This is so cheesy,” I laughed, hiding my face in his neck.

He fumbled with the keys at the door, struggling to hold me and dig around in his pocket.

“Darling, we’ve been together since we were 16, it doesn’t get any cheesier than that.”

With a click, the door popped open.

“Well, welcome home Mrs. Holland,” Tom grinned.

“God, you are such a dork, why did I marry you again?” I joked.

He dropped his jaw, “Harsh!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Obviously it was for your devilishly handsome looks and your winning personality.”

He rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright I get it.”

Finally, he set me down. I leaned up and kissed his cheek, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I love you Tom, forever.”

A/N: I don’t like how I ended this but oh welllll

#tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction

[normal-thoughts-official]

At what exact moment do you think malec fall in love?that moment in 1×06 when Magnus uses Alec's strength and then falls down exhausted? It's such an underrated moment but one can write a whole essay on it

as a matter of fact, yes, i do believe it was the moment in 1.06 (there is a reason it is my header, after all) and im really glad u asked because its one of my favorite moments and Ive been thinking of making a post about it in forever but never got to it so [cracks knuckles]

well, actually, i think 1.06 was the moment magnus fell in love. i dont know when alec fell in love, to be honest - i think with him, it was just something that kind of settled and clicked into place, you know? there was that attraction and there was the fact that magnus was an amazing person who had amazing chemistry with alec and who fought for him and extended his hand and tried to comfort him without judgement when no one would really allow him to be himself - and who gave him a space to be more of him than any other. but i dont think there was a precise moment when it hit Alec, and suddenly he had fallen; i think he realised he loved magnus when he said he loved him, but at that point it was already cemented. alec is a steady, careful guy; when he falls, he falls hard and becomes an absolute imbecile but until then it kind of settles in slowly, lodges itself inside of him until its carefully in place, and he doesnt really know when it happened. honestly, i relate to that because that's how it works for me, too.

but with Magnus, it was a little different - he had closed himself off from love for centuries, and while obviously he only fell in love with alec because he was already on the pathway to recover and had been for a while now, sure and steady (alec is definitely the right person for him, but he also came at the right time, cuz if he hadnt Magnus wouldnt really be able to allow himself to give in to the obvious pull they had), breaking that kind of wall is hard and is, for many people, something that happens suddenly, all at once, like the crash of a tsunami wave; it kind of isnt there until it suddenly is, flooding out and filling you. and with magnus that's definitely what happened; he had a click moment, when suddenly his walls were down and he found himself feeling, despite himself

you can see a clear difference in how magnus treats alec in 1.04-05 and how he does in 1.06. in 1.04-05 hes flirty, yes, obviously interested, but hes doing it teasingly, playfully, confident in a way that is only possible when theres not much on the line. don't get me wrong, i dont think he was using alec or lying to him - that's not the kind of person Magnus is at all - i just think that it was harmless flirting and interest with not much at stake. he was keeping his kind of playboy, devil-may-care persona (with the exception of the moment when he told alec there was nothing to be ashamed of, because of course magnus "compulsive emotional support" bane would immediately drop the act when he sees someone struggle. ugh. and alec notices this, too, all right, he can see right through to the person magnus really is in that moment, even if he closes himself off). and that wasnt even just in front of Alec; the whole "playing hard to get, i love a challenge" thing was after alec had hung up, there was no one there, he was just talking to himself the dumb dork and it is clear there is not much at stake for him here; he isnt in love, so theres no chance of heartbreak

compare that to the way he acted during drinks with Alec in 1.06. its a completely different person. even in his posture, the way he looks at Alec and moves around him, his facial expressions, theres a softness and vulnerability that just wasnt there at any point before (did yall thank Harry Shum Jr for ur rights today? seriously the man is such a great actor his talent is unbelievable). and for magnus to allow himself to be vulnerable- well, that's big. that's what he was scared of, after all. that's what has brought him hurt and made him swear off romantic relationships for so long

and he says this; he opens up to alec, a person he barely knows, tells him a little about his past, tells Alec hes unlocked something in him. it's not harmless flirting anymore, its not just a mere pursuit of someone hes casually interested in; theres something way, way deeper going on, and this is abundantly clear throughout the whole scene and every single one of magnus' actions. magnus has fallen. this is serious now; hes feeling things he didnt even remember how to, and his entire demeanor changes.

and look, that's really important to me, okay, because i hate the whole love at first sight thing. so when i started watching sh, i was kind of turned off from malec because i was like "oh theyre gonna suddenly fall in love for no reason" but no. that's not what happened. they had attraction, and chemistry, yes, for sure, definitely, but the feelings that sparked inside of them were very much real and solid and built organically, even if quickly. malec is so powerful because their attraction and devotion to each other makes sense, and because their relationship is so trusting, happy, fun, and healthy.

so lets go to 1.06 - the defining moment, the big game changer for the both of them. i know the exact milisecond magnus falls in love - its this one

(gif isnt mine, i had it saved on my phone and dont remember who made it; if you do, please let me know so i can credit them)

bitch, you are seeing it happen!!! you're watching it, right now!! the way he looks up and his whole face changes; he goes from heavy breaths to these little puffs of air, looks up at alec in awe, and it's all over his face, the softness in his features, the open vulnerability hes showing for the very first time in the entire show - even when he was almost running out of magic, he still looked way more put together than he does in this moment; in here he is open, he has no masks, and hes absolutely soft and open and vulnerable. and you can see it dawn on him too, the realisation that he let alec in, just late enough for it to be too late. it's done. god, i cant fucking believe harry shum jr invented acting. like holy shit, dude

and alec sees it too; in this moment he looks down and he sees the vulnerability in magnus' face and he knows this is the real magnus; that's what he looks like without all the walls and masks, and it's just- beautiful. incredible. you can see the love and the softness inside of him and it's just so easy to find a home in those eyes of his, and ugh, i might be changing my mind, this was the moment alec fell in love too

but anygays, why now, right? what was the big gamechanger in this scene?

well, first of all, id like to stress again, just for good measure, that magnus was already well on his path to recovery from abuse and beginning to open up again; his journey through finding self love and strength to stand on his own feet and be able to open himself for others is his and his alone. alec could be his perfect match (and he is) (fuck it i dont care they are perfect for each other, i never really thought there was such a thing even in fictional couples but shit dude they really are as perfect as it gets, malec truly invented love its unbelievable) and it still wouldnt matter if magnus wasnt ready not only to open up, but to get in a relationship as his own person, and not putting himself down like with camille. of course, he still has a long way to go, and recovery is not a straight line, so he still does things like not tell him when hes hurt and downplay his own pain so as not to "annoy" him or whatever, but he is on equal ground. the very first thing that happens when they finally get together (after the whole wedding ordeal) is, they fight. because alec was being an asshole and treated magnus badly and was really rude and magnus was hurt and he was tired of always being the one to chase after Alec, and he told him that. that's extremely important, because it establishes that Magnus isnt just running after Alec or doing anything for him - he wants a mutually fulfilling relationship and hes willing to fight for it, demand it, not accept less than it. and that's fucking recovery right here, folks. it's so hard for previously abused people to do that. so hard. it still is hard for him, but hes doing it. so, again: Magnus' journey to opening up and finding space for a healthy relationship in his life is his and his alone. and they were lucky as shit to have met when they did.

so, with that being said: 1.06 (god, this answer is such a mess, im ndjdjdidicn). you can see magnus fall in love, right then and there. the moment it happens: when he falls, and realises Alec is still holding him, making sure hes steady. not just that, but holding his hand (despite that being totally unnecessary now), and asking him if he's okay.

it's really unsubtle symbolism (and i mean that in the best possible way): Alec holding him when he fell symbolizes support; holding his hand symbolizes caring, because he could just hold him as to not let him fall, but the fact that hes holding his hand shows that hes trying to support him not just physically, but emotionally; and asking if hes okay shows genuine worry and desire to listen to his needs. again, really unsubtle; but fuck it, that's also part of what makes it powerful, because when was the last time magnus had that, that open caring and supporting and reaching out for him? i mean, obviously Magnus has his friends who are amazing and great to him, but this feeling, of being cared for, so easily, so openly, so obviously, from someone who barely knows him, hell, from a shadowhunter - this is new. both because he hasnt really allowed it - after all, you need to fall for someone to catch you - and because he just. hasnt had that. every time before, when he showed vulnerability, he had his wounds open wide and used against him - with asmodeus after his mom, with Camille after whatever happened that made him consider suicide. and then suddenly this guy shows up, and Magnus didnt even mean to be vulnerable in front of him, not really, he was supposed to hold it, but he does and what he finds is just- caring. worrying. sweetness. a grounding presence and touch. alec is completely focused on him, and isnt rushing him to get back on his feet or anything - hes just holding him and being there for him. he wasnt even looking for it, and suddenly there it is - that trust and reciprocity hed been craving for so long.

and yeah, its unsubtle, but that's also there in more subtle ways; magnus asks for his help, and alec comes without questioning, even if he's mad with pretty much everyone involved. he asks Alec to give him his strength, and he does, openly, without walls - dude, that is so intimate, and you can see how easily the magic flows between them; that's something that can only happen so smoothly if the required trust is given without a second thought. alec is giving his life force to this guy, whom he barely knows, and he doesnt hold back at all - Magnus needs it, he gives it. easy, simple. trusting. an open, clear connection. hes worried about Magnus from the start; he gets in and his first reaction is yelling for magnus and kneeling beside him to make sure hes okay. hes already kind of holding magnus even before magnus falls; he puts himself in a position where hes kind of supporting magnus' weight, and just focuses on giving magnus what he needs. up to this point no one even bothered to ask magnus what he needs. and look, Alec isnt perfect, and he definitely still has his prejudices and ignorance at this point, but this is something special. having someone just give it their all to make sure ur okay, from the get-go, trusting you like that- that's not everyday. specially not for magnus. I think maybe Magnus wouldnt even have lowered his guard enough to have that stumble if Alec hadnt been so easily showing him hes in there together with him, as equals, without so much as a second thought- magnus' persona is polished. hes been through worse without stumbling both before and after. his guard was already down, because Alec had been showing himself to be trustworthy from the start.

and after that, it just keeps going. alec helps him clean up his apartment, without being asked, long after everyone else has already gone - he listens to Magnus talk about his past, attentively, without judgement. he even shows some vulnerability of his own - that fucked-stupid smile when magnus raised his hand to his lips, the glances he throws magnus' way, the way he even manages to talk a bit about his insecurities and confusion; hes opening himself up to Magnus, too. hes smitten. hes interested. the connection is established. he stays the night, and they end up talking all night long, despite the fact that Alec was called to work, and we dont even know about what. we know they are similarly competitive and have a good chemistry, so clearly this was a good, fun talk; but theres something running way deeper in there, too. magnus is showing alec a lot of himself, and alec is not only welcoming it, but reciprocating it as best as he can. that moment of spark isnt gone; it keeps growing, the bond that was formed gets stronger. at this point, Magnus has fallen (i firmly believe that he fell in that exact moment he looked up at Alec) but it gains shape and strength during that night and talk; its a little frustrating because Alec cant face what he wants, but the pull is real and strong enough for it to get stronger, the shapes clearer.

so- yeah. Magnus fell for Alec in 1.06, the moment he realised that he was willing to have his back, to see him as he was and welcome it and treat it with care; and to give him back in return. Magnus fell for Alec when he realised that, somehow, he had already formed the beginnings of a bond with him - the kind that's solid, that means trust and care and effort while also being easy, fun, nice. alec fell for magnus when he looked at him and saw someone that was also struggling with showing who he was, but who wasnt scared; someone who was kind, and good, and willing to listen to him and try to help him and who valued him. and that is so. fucking. important.

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