Hi friends! :) This is a request and a very romantic and fluffy-christmas-best-friend-type story.
Summary: At a christmas after party, Y/N gets drunk and flirts with H.
Picture aint my own.
Outside thousands of tiny snowflakes danced from the cloudy sky and met the already white and frozen ground, bringing white light into the cloudy and grey evening. In times like this it was especially nice to have a warm and cozy flat, one that smelled of sweet biscuits and was filled with the soft sound of various classic christmas songs. Harry agreed.
“You’re flat is so much nicer than m’house,” he’d replied to me asking why he hung out at my place ever since coming back from tour, “So homey and feels like christmas, too.”
Of course I didn’t mind that my best friend refused to leave my side, on the contrary, Harry was what made my home feel as comfortable to me as it already did to him. He was here now, too, watching amused as I turned left and right in front of the mirror in my room, brushed through my hair and I blushed when he chuckled at the sight of me checking out my bum in the black jeans hugging my legs.
“You’re a vain one,” he commented lowly from where he sat on the edge of my bed.
He was already dressed for the occasion, a black, thin silk shirt that wore his last name where he carried his heart, and skinny jeans covered his body, proving once more that he didn’t need much in order to look attractive. He’d surely manage to make all of my coworkers swoon the moment him and I would arrive at my work’s christmas party. For some reason my heart skipped a beat at the thought of other women lusting after him, but I brushed it off and glance at his reflection behind me, just in time to catch the smile and wink he sent my way, before he turned his attention back on his phone. To be fair I had spent the past 15 minutes deciding what to wear, only to then change my mind and look for something else, and Harry’s patience impressively hadn’t wavered once. He didn’t seem too bothered by it, and really I didn’t have any other choice anyway. Tonight I wanted my coworkers to think I looked nice next to Harry, who’d spontaneously decided to tag along, and that was a challenge since he was simply the most gorgeous human being in the world and made anyone by his side fade into the background. Usually that was fine with me, but tonight I cared to be seen as well, maybe a little bit also so that the people drooling over him would hold themselves back. My fingers pulled at the hem of my silver top and I scrunched up my nose in disapproval.
My eyes wandered over my appearance. Over all it was a great outfit and suited the occasion, but I didn’t feel right.
“Do I look nice?” I asked my fashion expert of a best friend, “Be honest.”
Harry’s eyes found mine in the mirror and I watched with growing insecurity how they moved from my face to my chest, stomach and then legs. He sat up straighter, tilted his head and frowned.
I followed his request, feeling a little silly and his chest rumbled with a laugh when I ended my little twirl with a curtsy.
He nodded in approval. “I think you look lovely, darling.”
The honesty in his tone made me blush and I turned to look away quickly, though of course he could see my flustered expression in my reflection.
“Those jeans give you a great arse,” he continued to comment, humor in his voice, and though I sent him a glare, the confirmation that I looked hot to him had my heart flutter, “And I love the shiny top. Suits your pretty eyes. However, may I make a suggestion?”
I nodded, slightly confused, and looked at him expectantly. “Sure.”
Harry got to his feet and made his way over to my closet with bouncing steps. A cheeky smile was flashed my way and I arched my brows, wondering what he had in mind. I watched him rummage through my clothes, giggled at how some items earned a nod and even small whistle of approval while others he tossed to the side with a head shake and a “What the hell did you think when buying this shit?” or a “Tell me you got this for a joke.” Finally his fingers pulled out a hanger from the rack and held it out to me with a delighted expression on his face, indicating he’d found what he’d searched.
“In my humble opinion,” Harry said, “I think you should wear this.”
The hanger carried a dress, one I’d bought months ago and never dared to put on before. It was a navy blue velvet fabric with tiny stars of silver embroidered along the neckline. I knew that it suited me well and loved how it felt against my skin, but it was a little… out there.
“The neckline is a little lower than what I would normally wear,” I began slowly, “Meaning it just covers my boobs and that I can’t wear a bra under it ‘cause it would be visible. I agree and really like the dress as well, but it’s too much, Harry.”
“Look,” Harry handed me the hanger and turned back to my closet, where he crouched down and began to look for shoes that would match the outfit, “I think you look beautiful right now, I genuinely do. However: it’s tame and safe. Which is good, but I think you could, if not should, look fucking hot tonight, sweetheart. A) rub it into all of your coworkers faces and b), we’re going out after anyway and the dress isn’t too revealing for a club, is it?”
“Well, I’m flattered,” I laughed and raised the dress to look at it more closely.
It really was a pretty dress and both the colour as well as the cut was very flattering, but wouldn’t my coworkers think that I’d overdressed? My nose scrunched up and with a final glance at Harry, who always wore outfits that were more than just a little out there and didn’t care what anybody thought as long as he himself liked them, I walked back into the bathroom.
“I’m going to slip it on!” I declared.
“Good girl,” Harry called after me, “Just found shoes that go with it as well.”
Harry’s hand was a constant pressure at my lower back and whenever my eyes met his, however brief, he smiled. We’d earned quite the looks from the people gathered in the venue, some diverted straight to Harry but I did notice a couple eyes checking me out as well, making me smile with confidence.
“I told you,” Harry hushed into my ear, a response to somebody complimenting my appearance and I blushed heavily, “You look beautiful.”
“So say Harry,” my colleague, Gina, a tall and pretty woman with dark hair, said, before casually resting her palm on Harry’s arm, “Are you and Y/N coming to the after party?”
“You mean the club some of you’re going to?”
She nodded, red painted lips stretched into a smile. My eyes glared at the hand she refused to take off his arm.
“Sure,” Harry replied politely, shrugging her hold off by casually reaching out to pull me closer, “S’always great fun to go out with m’bestie, isn’t it?”
“As long as you don’t puke on me again,” I giggled with a nudge to his stomach.
It was his cheek’s turn to flush and I waved off the girl’s request to tell the story behind my comment. There wasn’t much behind it, but I remembered Harry, hunched over the toilet and as pale as a sheet asking me to please never tell anybody about his state, something I agreed to while washing out the stains his vomit had left on the shirt I’d taken off a minute earlier.
“Thanks for not spilling ‘bout that low of my life,” Harry murmured the moment we were left alone again.
We stood by the table, picking out different snacks from the finger food section for the other to try, since all of them looked pretty much the same amount of gross and Harry had come up with a game he called ‘let’s see who’s the worst at pretending this doesn’t taste like shit’.
I took a sip of champagne and nodded. “You’re welcome. I’m not too keen on people knowing the details of that night myself anyway.”
“Right,” Harry grinned and I kicked his shin, but of course he went on regardless, “Saw you damn close to naked that night.”
The christmas music playing and the people chatting was loud enough for my annoyed groan of “Harry!!” to be overheard. He grinned, proud that he’d hit a nerve.
“How you noticed my almost nudity while throwing up your guts is still beyond me,” I added, quieter this time, “Here, try this.”
His face grimaced when he tasted the weird looking pastry I’d held out for him (my heart made an unfamiliar jump when his lips wrapped around my fingertips to take the food into his mouth) and he shushed me when I giggled at him casually spitting all of it out and onto a napkin.
“Attractive,” I mumbled.
Harry’s eyes narrowed and his brows arched. I knew he wasn’t going to let our earlier conversation go.
“I’d notice you taking off your shirt no matter what m’doing.”
I sent him a glare. “Stop that or I’ll shove the rest of that pastry thing down your throat.”
The giggle that followed my words had Harry’s heart drop and he found himself itch to reach out and hug me to his chest. Not only did the dress flatter my body in every way possible, he thought, but there was something else as well, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on but it sure made it hard not to kiss me. He bit his lip. Why was he thinking about kissing his best friend?
We chatted some more, sometimes with other people and sometimes only with each other and slowly dusk turned into a pitch black night before the big windows. I admired the golden stars, how lovely the snow looked and sighed to myself when Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his chest. With my back pressed to his front he hummed lowly, happiness warming his stomach.
“We don’t have to go out with them,” he murmured into my ear, “Can just go home.”
It was a wish he only voice because I wasn’t facing him. Otherwise he wouldn’t have had the courage to admit that he didn’t really want to go get drunk with people he didn’t care about, not when there was a couch and movie player in my flat where it’d be just us.
“Wouldn’t that be a waste?” I argued, “Since I put on this dress and all.”
He chuckled behind me. “True, that it would be for sure. So you’re down?”
Please say no, his head begged me.
“Yes,” I turned to face him, slowly moving out of his hold.
He did look incredibly handsome. His green eyes reflected the many colourful christmas lights that decorated the room and his skin seemingly glowed, perhaps partly due to the makeup he’d let me apply to his face in the afternoon. Well, maybe just because he was that pretty to look at.
“What are you staring at me for?” he asked, lips quirked up into a smile.
I shrugged. “Nothing. So… can we go?”
“Sure. I think your friends, Gina and Amy, are ready to leave as well.”
The club Gina and Amy dragged Harry and I to was one he’d been to before and the moment we stepped inside the dark venue that had loud music jumping from the walls, he warned me that there was a barkeeper he’d want to say hello to and have a quick chat with since he knew him for some reason I couldn’t quite hear over all of the noise and wanted to catch up. I could tell Harry didn’t like the idea of leaving me in the middle of a club, but I reassured him that since I wasn’t completely on my own but with two friends, it would be fine.
“M’not gonna be long, anyway,” he repeated, eyes full with worry, “Promise.”
“Sure, no, it’s fine, H. You just come find me later alright?”
He nodded and with a quick, warm, kiss to my cheek left my side for the first time all week. It felt kinda weird and I watched him walk away with the wish to call him back right on the tip of my tongue.
“Where is he going?” Gina asked, faint disappointment in her voice.
Her brown eyes stared after his figure pushing its way through the crowd, a look in her orbs I couldn’t quite place. Maybe she fancied him, I thought, who didn’t, right? If I were a nicer person I would set them up and play matchmaker. I knew Harry wouldn’t mind a girlfriend these days.
“Sucks to be alone at christmas,” he’d complained on a daily basis ever since late november, at first via texts and now every day in person.
I knew what he meant, as I was very single myself. It would’ve been nice to have a body to cuddle up to in the middle of these cold nights, to have someone help put up a christmas tree and I longed for the stress and pressure of having to find the perfect present for my significant other. Harry felt the same. And Gina was pretty and from my limited experiences with her I knew she was quite nice so maybe… no, not gonna happen. I wasn’t going to set my Harry up with anybody.
“He’s saying hi to a friend who works here,” I explained briefly, distracting myself form having just thought of Harry as my Harry.
Amy returned from the bar with drinks for us and handed me the cranberry flavored one. We clinked our glasses together, cheered on our short christmas break that was starting today and the moment I swallowed the first sip I knew the amount of alcohol in there would make me tipsy. And that was just drink number one. I shuddered, then raised the glass for another sip.
“So you and Harry,” Amy began after we chatted about this and that for a while, “What’s going on between you two?”
It had been a question both her and Gina had been burning to ask me ever since I’d arrived at the office party with the handsome male by my side. They’d noticed how close our bodies stayed throughout the small gathering, as if there was an invisible thread binding them together and keeping them from moving apart. I knew it was easy to mistake our friendship for a lover’s relationship, since Harry and I were as close and loving with each other as other couples who actually were with each other romantically, and I had had my fair share of awkward conversations about it before, so I didn’t mind them mentioning it now too much. Especially since I had been right and was in fact already a little tipsy. I found myself minding a lot less when there was alcohol involved.
I shrugged. “Nothing. We’re best friends, why?”
In sync, Gina and Amy’s heads tilted and their eyebrows arched. I took another sip and shrugged once more.
“Well, I mean,” Gina smiled, “I figured guys weren’t a couple but I thought you guys were dating…”
“…or at least hooking up,” Amy finished with a laugh.
“Nope,” I shook my head, giggling myself, “We don’t think of each other like that.”
“That’s not exactly true,” Amy argued, her voice slightly raised over the loud music, some dubstep version of ‘All I Want For Christmas’, “I see the way his eyes rest on your face, like, all the time. How he pulls you into his side or compliments you every minute or so. If that isn’t a guy who fancies a girl I don’t know what is.”
“No, no, no, that’s not what he’s like everyday,” I explained quickly, “he’s the one who convinced me to wear this dress since he likes it a lot and now… well he’s just a bit clingy lately, I guess. We were separated for a long time while he was away working and when he’s back we’re always a bit more attached to the other than usually. But there’s nothing more behind it. I swear.”
I thought they would let it go after that elaboration, but being the nosy girls they were the subject of me and Harry kept being brought up. They asked about the origin of our friendship, tried to dig and get more details about the night he puked on me and finally repeatedly asked if I had feelings for him, to which of course I’d said no every time.
But did I really not have feelings for him, my drunk head suddenly began to question. He was attractive, obviously, and my type. But besides that he was also the easily smartest man I’d ever met, the most thoughtful and genuinely good person in my life and, well, I cared about him more than I did anyone else I considered a best friend of mine. I swallowed hard. Shit.
All the while I was slowly realizing things I had tried not to before, I was handed drink after drink, all of them different and payed by either Amy or Gina. Part of me knew that their generosity wasn’t just them being nice, but them trying to get me drunk enough to spill the secrets about Harry and my feelings I was trying to hide from them. I was lucky they didn’t give a shit about him being famous or how wealthy he was, or else I would’ve drunkly admitted way too much had they bothered to ask, because two shots later, I was positiv that I was very drunk.
“Listen,” Amy sighed, not quite sober herself, “We think that you and Harry are meant to be.”
“Wonderful,” I laughed, “You got to that conclusion after meeting him for the first time just three hours ago?”
Gina nodded and giggled. “I wouldn’t mind getting with him myself, believe me.”
I knew it! Forget it Gina!
“But I think he’s into you and I know when there’s no changing a guy’s mind. So, Amy and I think you should go over to him and finally, do yourself a favor, and jump his bones.”
“Though the jumping and boning should maybe happen when you’re alone with him,” Amy added.
I rolled my eyes and turned to find his face in the crowd. Harry hadn’t been out of my sight for more than five minutes since he left my side. The friend he was speaking to had his back to us, so Harry’s eyes could find mine and watch over me at all times. He’s so cute, my drunk brain sighed, always making sure I’m okay. Fuck. I’m really drunk. The cloud my head was stuck in slowed my thoughts and made them all romantic the moment Harry was involved. Fucking hell.
“Oi!” Gina called out, “She’s not saying no!”
Both of them clapped their hands in excitement, bearing wide smiles.
“I can’t!” I groaned and hid my eyes behind my shaking palm, “He’s my best friend.”
Amy shoved another drink into my free hand. “That’s exactly why you’re going to go for it.”
I glanced at the yellow-ish drink. “Now what even is this?”
Amy smiled, raising her own cocktail. “A little something called courage.”
After emptying that drink number I-didn’t-know-anymore as well, my eyes found his face. Okay. This was the dumbest idea ever and something I would for sure regret the moment my brain sobered up. In this moment however… Harry did look great. And inviting. As always, drawn to him and longing to be closer, my feet carried me towards him without my head consenting to it. Harry’s hands reached out for my arms the moment I got closer, steading me. I’d been tumbling, apparently, and looked as if I might trip over my own feet, worrying him the second I got closer. His fingers touched my bare skin and I felt my heart squeeze itself so tightly it hurt in my chest.
“How much did you have?” Harry asked, brows furrowed and no humor in his tone.
When he spoke the music around us seemed to quieten, all of my senses only there to pay attention to him.
“S’this the girl?” his friend wondered behind me and Harry gave a short nod, all of his thoughts on me.
“Y/N, you alright?”
“Sure!” I cheered and leaned my head against his shoulder as I embraced him awkwardly, “Missed you, that’s all. Promised you’d be right back.”
He smiled at my pouted lips. “M’sorry, love. But, really, how much did you drink?”
I shrugged. “A bit. A lot. Don’t know, but probably slightly too much.”
“Slightly,” he agreed.
Harry’s arm sneaked around my waist and his fingers fisted the velvet material. He was glad I was with him and cursed himself for not having noticed the many different glasses of alcohol I’d been drinking from in his absence. It wasn’t that he minded me consuming alcohol, it wasn’t his place to anyway, but something about my current state made him uneasy and ache to get me out of the situation as fast as possible. My hand absently drew patterns over his chest and I followed my own finger with attentive eyes. His skin was warm under the thin material and my tongue had to hold back the small moan rolling off it at the thought of the warmth being revealed to my eyes. If only that damn silk wasn’t there.
“Is it your turn to throw up on me tonight?” Harry joked when I hiccuped and the tiniest bit of bile tickled my throat.
I shook my head, then grinned up at him and poked his cheek. “Only if that means it’s your turn to take off your shirt. Remember? Like I did that night.”
“I’m gonna leave you two to it,” the guy Harry had met up with excused himself and Harry quickly apologized to him, promised to reach out another time and then turned to me.
His hands held me at an arms reach from him and I blushed when his eyes stared into mine intensely. “What’s gotten into you, Y/N? Don’t think I’ve seen you quite this tipsy before. If not dare I say, wasted.”
“I’m fine,” I groaned and slapped his shoulder, “Fun-police.”
My hands reached for him again, gentler this time, and Harry’s lips parted in surprise when I shrugged off his hold and instead slung my arms around his neck. I nuzzled his collarbones and giggled at how funny it felt to press my breasts, which were as I’d warned him earlier today, not supported by a bra, to his chest. Harry loosely held me to him.
“Jeez, Y/N,” he sighed, “M’gonna take you home, alright? Think you’re unwell.”
“Because I want to be close to you?” I gasped, pushing him back.
Sudden hurt cursed through my middle, making my tummy turn and eyes water. He was rejecting me, he didn’t want me to touch him or be as clingy with him as he’d been with me all week. If that wasn’t beyond unfair! Harry frowned at my upset expression.
“Hey,” he caressed my cheek gently, “Don’t give me that look, baby. M’just worried about you, s’all. Appreciate how much you like me all of a sudden, believe me. S’nice to have you attached like that.”
“M’not being clingy,” I whined, though of course I was.
“You are,” he smiled and soothed my pout with a kiss to my forehead, “but I like it, so it’s fine. Please let me get you home now, though, alright?”
“I’d much rather dance with you!” I giggled, letting him take my hands only to move them and force them up so he was sort of twirling me around, “Show off my dress and my hot, handsome and oh so sweet Harry.”
At that he laughed and when I looked up at him, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes wide. His heart hammered in his chest and never before had he felt himself long to lean in and kiss me as strongly as he did now.
“Babe,” he warned, “You’re drunk off your arse. C’mon.”
His fingers interlocked with one of my hands and he pulled me with slow but certain steps towards my two giggling friends. He wore a stern look, though I knew him well enough to know that there was a smile right under the surface and that he wasn’t really mad at me or them.
“Don’t care which one of you is responsible for this,” he nodded at me giggling behind him, amused with how his shirt looked when I pulled at the hem, “but m’gonna have to take care of her now. So thank you very much.”
“As if you mind,” Gina grinned.
Harry glanced at her before turning to Amy, the arguably most sober one from all of us, “Will you two be alright without us?”
“Of course,” she assured him, “Go get Y/N home.”
It was a funny drive home. Harry spent the whole twenty minutes apologizing profoundly to the cab driver who had to endure me singing christmas songs (baldy), me shouting at Harry that I was serious and sure that I would throw up right now (I didn’t), me crying because I was embarrassing Harry and finally, me complimenting a helpless Harry every five seconds.
“I love your hair,” I’d sighed, one fist holding on to it tightly, “So fucking soft.”
“Thanks, love,” Harry sighed, by this point just letting me say and touch whatever I wanted since trying to shut me up had proven itself to be pointless.
I leaned in closer, my lips ghosted over the shell of his ear and Harry’s toes curled when I moaned faintly and my warm breath hit his skin. “Tell you a secret. I wish I knew what it was like to hold on to it during sex.”
“And on that note,” the cab driver interrupted, “M’glad to say that we have reached your destination.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever tipped somebody as much as I did that poor man,” Harry groaned as he carried me down the hallway and into my bedroom.
I giggled against his neck and kicked my legs back and forth. “You’re such a good guy, H.”
Once there, he dropped me on my mattress and began to remove my shoes with quick fingers, freeing my aching feet.
“Want me to help with your dress as well?” he asked, genuinely trying to help and with no erotic thoughts behind his suggestion at all. Well, perhaps some.
I gave a lazy nod and stretched out my arms. “Yes please.”
A shirt was dropped on my chest and I giggled when Harry accidentally tickled me by touching my sides briefly. He fumbled to find the zipper, pulled it down and slowly began to push the material off my shoulders and then down my stomach, all the while trying to adjust the shirt he’d thrown over me like a blanket so it kept certain areas covered from his eyes.
“You’re so sweet,” I cooed once I lay technically naked, except for the shirt, before him, “A real gentleman.”
“Thanks,” he hummed, “Now put the shirt on while I’ll find you a pair of shorts, alright?”
With numb fingers I somehow managed to push my body up and into a sitting position and then pull the shirt over my head. It fell over my thighs and it was then that I realized the shirt wasn’t mine, but the silky fabric he’d been wearing all night. I diverted my eyes to the Styles resting right over my left breast, and blushed.
“Suits you,” he hummed and smiled when my eyes found his where he stood by the edge of my bed. Topless.
“You’re not wearing a shirt,” I sighed, a small grin pulling at my lips, “Didn’t even have to throw up on you first.”
He laughed and shrugged at that, then tossed me a pair of shorts, though when I groaned and complained that I couldn’t put them on myself, he complied and helped me pull them up my legs.
“Do you think we can skip brushing my teeth?” I whimpered, the thought of getting up saddening me somehow.
“Sweetheart,” he sighed and sat down beside me, and his heart aching at how adorably uncertain I looked, “Please don’t drink like this again, alright?”
“Alright, “ I nodded and he smiled softly when my fingers found his.
For a moment we stayed silent, my eyes were set on his hand while his didn’t leave my face. My head wasn’t too cloudy anymore, maybe because the water he’d forced me to drink before carrying me to bed, was working wonders already, and slowly I started to realize what I’d done. Oh, shit.
“I kinda flirted with you tonight,” I murmured, hot embarrassment burning my cheeks.
Harry giggled adorably and I moved to make room for him so he could slip under the blanket and cover me with it as well. My head found his shoulder to rest on and his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me further into his chest.
He shook his head and dropped a kiss to my temple, “Don’t be. S’fine.”
We fell silent once more, our eyes focused on different spots in my room and slowly we both felt sleep creep up on us. I scratched his bare tummy with my fingers and sighed against his skin. This felt incredible. The silk material warmed against my skin as it lay pressed to his naked chest, a fact I under other circumstances would have swooned over. He held on to me tighter.
“M’only saying this because you’re my best friend,” he sighed against my forehead and moaned lowly when my leg pushed between his so we lay wound together, “And because I think the alcohol s’gonna delete the memory off your brain by tomorrow anyway, but I kinda fancy you, Y/N.”
The words were rushed and his chest rumbled under my ear when he spoke. I cuddled myself further against him, joy and love warming my heart.
“Good,” I murmured and placed a soft kiss to the warmth of his jaw, “Kinda fancy you as well, H.”
The white pillow our heads were resting on dipped when he turned his head and upon looking up our eyes met, curiosity and surprise reflecting in the other’s orbs.
“Huh,” he hummed and a finger found my cheek to caress it tenderly, “Okay. Maybe try not to forget this bit of the night then.”
“I’ll give it my best.”
We didn’t kiss that night, though I burned to do so. But Harry already hadn’t imagined to admit how he felt while I was intoxicated, the truth had just spilled out of him at the sight of me comfortable and pressed to his chest and because it felt so good to be cuddled up to me in my bed, but he at least he wanted our first kiss to be when we were both sober and, well, when it was perfect. And turned out perfect came the next morning, when both of our mouths smelled of morning breath and they met each other smiling, after I’d sleepily hushed into his ear that my memory was very much in tact and that I still very much and head over heels, adored my best friend.
Hope you enjoyed this! I quite like it not gonna lie… :) Feedback is very welcome, positive as well as negative. Let me know!
“Pick 5 (ish) of your favourite drawings and tag 5 other artists.”
I generally like most of my drawings but there’s always something I would change in them so I pick 6 I wouldn’t change because I like them as they are :) (…Well ok, maybe I would change few small bits but whatever xD)
1. Remus Lupin. Colours and lines are pretty decent and I like how his hair turned out.
2. Lineart is hard to do, and I always try to make it look like from a comic or something which I think I managed here. I like her hair in this one.
3. My original character! I like the colours and the way they’re put on the canvas. I like that some of the lineart is visible but there are those brush strokes that give it kind of painterly look.
4. Idk, I just like it’s a little bit more dynamic. My art isn’t very dynamic… :/
5. I’m really proud I managed to use just green and brown tones but things didn’t blend together. You can still see what happens in the drawing. That’s good. I like the books, wand and reflections on the desk. Oh, and hatching of his jumper.
6. The idea is pretty interesting. I like the white in this drawing.
I’m tagging: @juanjoltaire
, @ev1ct, @meabhd (if you guys want to :)) and anyone who feels like sharing their favourite drawings :)
Please can you give some tips on how to design fan Fusions for Steven Universe characters? Yours look so cool and unique and I'd love to make mine as amazing as yours!
Don’t just mesh two characters together. Try to base the fusion on the fusers’ character interaction and relationship, not just by how they look. I used this graphic when talking to a friend about this and it pretty much sums up what I mean:
Also, if they have a different outfit, it would be fun to give them a specific fashion style so you’re not just thinking “alien” or a variation of Opal’s outfit (I see so much of that!) for example Unakite is punk, Spectrolite is hippie etc. One last thing, fusions are very colourful! Try not to stick to just one colour in different shades. It can often look boring and lacks contrast.
These are just how I do fusions, I hope it helped anyway. Make fusions however you like and have fun with them :>
elves and dwarves are so confused by men’s gendering?? in both elf and dwarf cultures your gender and physical sex is completely seperate, so when they see a human baby and the parents are like, “yep, this our son, he’s a boy,” the elves and dwarves are so confused?? becaue the child hasn’t gotten a chance to decide for themselves??
elf and dwarf children get to feel out different genders until they feel comfortable to call themselves that gender. even then, theyre free to change it later on if they want
(aragorn was raised as an elf and therefore also went through this process. he tried out being a girl for a few years, then agender, and eventually decided on calling himself a boy. elrond was super proud)
it’s easy to tell with dwarves, bc they have special braids/beads for their gender
elves generally ask each other if theyre unsure, bc theyre deathly afraid of making assumptions, since thats like a really big insult
elves and dwarves each have very distinct body shapes. its difficult to differentiate between a (physically) female or male dwarf and between a (physically) female or male elf, which is great bc it means the humans cant just assume their gender
they dont really gender jobs (eg the woman cant be a guard or the man cant be a cook) bc thats not how elf/dwarf gender works?? theyre like the epitome of gender equality
(so dis was actually before dain in succession to the throne of erebor, but she decided to let him rule bc she had just lost the last of her remaining family)
elves are usually pansexual
dwarves are usually demisexual
hobbits are a mix, generally bi or pan, and occasionally polyamorous (theyre very free with their love)
humans are the very old school race, heterosexuality is generally preferred bc you can have a baby (theyre still very “a Woman is a Woman and a Man is a Man”). if youre looking for a pretty bigoted race, this is it
race (ie the colour of your skin) is not a big thing?? i mean youve got halflings and orcs and talking ravens and shit walking around??
the elves occasionally have this thing about heritage, but its still more about blood (like Noldor or Sinda or w/e) than physical attributes
that being said, most dwarves are def poc
i mean, they were created in the image of aule and dont even think about telling me he was white
also?? hobbits are a farming and gardening race?? they spend the whole day out in the sun, working?? they are not white fam
elrond is also not the straight-haired, pale bitch peter jackson showed us?? um dude he was related to like half of beleriand (part of middle earth that got flooded before lotr) and despite what peter jackson tells us, not every fucking elf and human is white jesus fucking christ
I just finished my degree and I thought it would be good to post some of the art I did in my last semester. The brief for this project was very open, it simply had to have a conceptual element, which my lecturer defined as some kind of metaphor.
This breakdown takes you quickly through the content process, which started as a landscape of Earth with a Martian Hab on it, much the same as I imagine a Terran Hab on Mars would look. After thinking about it for a bit I swapped the theory to be on Mars with elements of Earth. The main focus with the early thumbnails was to try and have a contrast of colour, because the concept was pretty much the same for all of them (green plants on Mars) and the one with the pants in the helmet had the most focused patch of green, and the most interesting focus point. The idea to turn the helmet into a Habitat sitting on the horizon came at this point and affected the choice of layout.
After that I moved to a new photoshop file with chosen dimensions (the picture was looking good with him staring into the distance, so it became more landscape) and pulled a reference for the man off the web and started working up the layers the way I do.
I threw in some plants early on without much thought, but they looked so crappy when I’d done everything else so I had to sit back down and work on that for a while, including collaging the plants together and working on that for a few hours. Once that area got more interesting I wanted to add the little people in and a door to make it clear that I’m trying to communicate a living Habitat, as well as a suit helmet.
Once everything there was done I mucked around with the colours a bit, eventually committing to an orange, and made the picture a bit longer again to fit inside a frame size I could get with no notice for exhibition.
The final photoshop file takes 30 seconds to open, took me a month to draw, and has 400 layers. Which I realise is a wild number, but that’s what happened.
I take commissions, I’m particularly interested in working with scientists or science writers. If you’re a student and want some art to print alongside your PhD or an essay or something I will give you reduced student rates.
I’ve been working on fixing my mental health lately and I figured that probably a lot of other people are too so I wanted to come up with something that might help that process.
This is my Mental Wellbeing Jar (catchy name, I know) and making it felt so cathartic. It’s the first spell jar I’ve ever come up with all on my own so I really hope that maybe some of you will try this and show me the results - that would mean the world!
The ingredients you need to make my Mental Wellbeing Jar are:
Pink tulip petals - for happiness
Olive snail shell - for healing
Himalayan salt - for protection
Peppermint - to ease depression
Citrine infused in honey - for loving, positive energy
Sage - for strength, courage, and grounding
Star anise - for good luck
Caraway seeds - for protection
I like to layer the ingredients I put in my jars because I think that makes it look pretty and it reminds me of the journey I’m on to fix my mental health - it can’t happen all at once so it has to happen in layers.
I sealed this jar with a mixture of pink and white candle wax, and the pink candles were rose-scented. I chose pink because the colour means kindness, friendship, caring, acceptance, and self-love, and I chose rose-scented because that means peace.
I love this little jar a lot. I’m very proud of it and I hope to make many different types in the future. Again, if anyone tried to make this or has any tips/ideas, my inbox is always open and I’d welcome the feedback.
I hope this helps someone else too.
Edit: Please remember that this should never replace medication or anything like that. If you’re struggling then please talk to someone such as a family member or friend, a doctor or the Samaritans.
Hey guys, as promised, here is part 3 of Tutor Me? This is actually going to be the final part of this mini series, though if anyone would really like it, there is an epilogue that contains the next scene but it does contain smut. like real smut. if you’d like me to upload the epilogue, please send me an ask! don’t worry too much though, I’ll definitely do some more Reggie oneshots! he’s such a cutie lil fluffball.
“There’s probably a parallel universe with another Isak and Even that are lying down, just like this… Only that, there’s a different colour on the curtains or something…” – Not exactly. (In which some things are different, but some others are the same)
She doesn’t mean to, but Eva falls asleep with her arms wrapped around Noora’s waist. She’s breathing softly and is so close to Noora that it almost seems suffocating, but less like someone’s squeezing Noora’s heart in order to break it and more like someone’s just trying to hug it hard enough to help her remember what it’s like to be loved.
And Noora thinks about backing up, or avoid saying it, but then she thinks about Eskild, so happy and proud of himself, and about Eskild side-eyeing her since she moved in, and she just swallows and goes for it. “I’m queer. Can we go out tonight?” Eskild jumps off the bed and immediately wraps around her like a cat. Noora is panting a bit with the force of her admission, and she bites her lower lip hard, tucks her smile in Eskild’s neck. She lets herself be rocked back and forth.
You stood looking at yourself in the mirror in just your underwear, critiquing your every visible aspect. Your hair could be straighter, your eyes could be brighter, your muscles could be more toned, you could sure as hell be more positive about yourself. Your internal appraisal continued on, when a light cough came from behind you. Hunters instinct kicked in, you reached for your glock.
“Woah there Tomb raider, relax it’s just me” Sam smirked playfully.
“Damn it Sam, how about some warning next time?” you hastily covered yourself up with a bath robe, not letting him see more of you than he needed to.
“Sorry, I was wandering past your room and it sounded like you were saying something, colour me curious”
Shit! He’d heard you. You couldn’t think what to say. He must think you were insane!
To your surprise, he grabbed your hand, pulled you back over to the mirror and positioned himself right behind you. With his massive arms, gently wrapped around your middle, he made you look in the mirror at yourself
“So what were you saying about all this?” whispering gently into your ear and gazing at your cloth-clad body
Sam knew how make you melt like butter in his very capable hands.
“I… don’t like me” barely above a breath. He looked hurt?
“What? Really? I think you’re pretty great Y/N”
You’d heard that before, it never really reasonated with you. He could tell by your lack of response that you didn’t believe him
“Okay, lets start at the top” you cocked an eyebrow at him in the mirror
“Your hair is gorgeous, its got an amazing colour to it and a mind of it’s own. Just like someone else I know” His chin plopped delicately atop your head
“Your mind is amazing, you make connections Dean and I never see, you always seem to make me laugh and if you’re down, you’re never down for long” Green, intense eyes never left yours
“Your cheeks go that lovely shade of pink whenever your embarrassed, like right now for example” you smiled a little and looked away.
One of his arms snaked out from around your waist and came up to your shoulder covering your chest, pulling you into him
“Your eyes are such an amazing Y/E/C that I get lost in them all the time” he took that opportunity to pull down the shoulder of your dressing gown, planting a kiss into your shoulder
“May I?” he asked politely before undressing you back down to just your underwear
You just nodded and helped him take off your robe;
“Damn” he approved in a breathy tone observing your bare form in the mirror, you giggled slightly at his bewonderment.
“I can’t see anything wrong, yeah your arms not be as firm as you’d like, but you fight off monsters like a pro, so it doesn’t even matter.”
Sam’s hand slithered down to lie on your stomach; you tensed your muscles
“So what if you haven’t exactly got a six pack, do you know how much harder it is for women to get six packs than men? Plus, it’s much healthier to not be paper thin”
His arm rejoined its partner around your waist and he continued his own critique, his head lying gently into the crook of your neck
“Are you worried that your thighs are too big?”
You nodded limply
“You need strong thighs to support you, plus you’d have to be pretty strong to stand me all the time”
You couldn’t help but groan at his bad joke resulting in a throaty chuckle from him
“And your feet… well I can still sweep you off them pretty easy” and he did. He swept you clean off the floor, collapsing on to the bed with you pinned underneath him.
“I worry I’m just…not enough, y'know. I mean, look at you, you’re a legend. I’m just” you looked down toward your less than perfect body “this”
“Hey! I love ‘this’! Also, I’m not getting up until you accept that you’re beautiful. I’m just going to compliment you until you accept it” his smile beaming
You tried to protest, but his soft lips cut you off. After far too many compliments and tender kisses, you finally shoved him off
“Fine, I guess I’m not terrible” the tiniest smirk appeared on your faced, soon to be mirrored by Sam’s own
“See! I love you for you, not one specific thing, I’m in this for the whole package”
Blood rushed back into your cheeks in delight at your favourite man’s caring words
“Yeah, I love you too Sam”
Fic request from the lovely @waywardassbutt1 (who’s blog is definitely worth a look ;) ) Hope you enjoy! <3
Katya should have expected that woman would be back very
soon. ‘Sombra’, was it? Whatever her name was, Katya should have known. People
like that didn’t stay away from people like her for very long.
When she returned, she’d cause another security breach,
Katya assumed. Maybe alarms, drama, chaos—that seemed like the sort of
situation Sombra liked to manufacture. She clearly had a flair for drama, after
What Katya didn’t
expect was to wander into her office late at night after most of her staff had
gone home and find herself suddenly face to face with—
God! That woman,
who was sitting poised on Katya’s executive table, legs casually crossed,
shaking a Chinese Baoding Ball beside her ear and listening to it chime. “Huh,”
she said, examining the ball. “Are these really all that relaxing? I always
Of Shy Literature Enthusiasts and Budding Feelings
Word Count: ~4,105 words
Summary: AU. When Kirishima Touka meets Kaneki Ken for the first time, the last thing she expects is to be successfully charmed by his kind yet awkwardly shy nature.
Note: Originally meant to be a companion story to this little fic that I wrote and posted on FFN exactly 3 years ago (give or take a day depending on timezones!) where Hide helps Kaneki get his dream bookstore date with the pretty coffee shop waitress at Anteiku but since it’s quite loosely related this fic works as a stand alone story too.
you finally ready to go?” Dan asked and held back a groan as he took a quick
glance at his watch.
me one more sec!” I shouted as I stuffed a thermos bottle filled with fresh hot
tea and some biscuits into my huge travel bag
term boyfriend Dan and I had a long trip ahead of us and I may had made us late
by 30 minutes already.
done.” I assured him as I jumped into my boots and wrapped a thick woollen
scarf around my neck.
family had invited us to spend Christmas Eve with them at their remote and
idyllic cabin on a little mountain. It was a peaceful and romantic getaway and
the perfect place to escape the busy London.
Dan exclaimed even more excited than how I expected him to be.
already getting dark outside when we got into the car and started driving, I
hated how early the sun sets in winter.
“Turn it up louder!” I said with enthusiasm,
making Dan let go off an exaggerated groan.
I had put
together an hours long Christmas playlist that we could listen to during the
whole car ride.
Dan acted like he was annoyed at first, he started loudly singing along to
‘Jingle Bells’ a few minutes later.
meantime it had become pitch black outside and some houses at the side of the
road had turned their beautiful Christmas lights on. Although I was a little
bit tired I couldn’t stop myself from staring out of the window the whole time.
I didn’t want to miss a single bit of this beautiful scenery.
“Oh my god,
Y/N. Look!” Dan suddenly shouted, pointing to what was right in front of him.
widened at the sight as huge smiles spread over both of our faces.
parents had already let us know that it had snowed a lot over in Dan’s home
town, but when the first snowflakes hit the front window Dan and I felt like
little kids again.
had seen snow all year and now we were seeing our first one on Christmas Eve.
It was truly a magical moment.
pretty.” I awed as our headlights made the tiny snowflakes visible that were
dancing in the air.
kissed Dan’s cheek, glad to be able to share such a wonderful moment with him.
My little kiss made him smile widely, revealing his pretty dimple.
we got to our destination the heavier it started to snow. The flakes got
thicker and the trees, streetlamps and rooftops were all covered in a white
weather conditions slowed us down immensely, since Dan had to drive much slower
and more carefully.
I felt bad
for making us half an hour late in addition.
tell that Dan got more and more frustrated the later it got. His family was
waiting for us, the opulent dinner that was expecting us was probably getting
cold as we were driving and we didn’t want to spend our whole Christmas Eve
inside of a car.
clock read 10pm Dan was deeply frowning and groaning. We should have been there
at 8 pm.
It’s me Y/N.” I spoke into my phone, talking to Dan’s mother.
sorry that we’re so late. We didn’t expect it to be snowing this heavily.” I
let her know. Being the lovely lady she was she was just glad that we were
snowed this hard in years actually.” She admitted, sounding a bit worried about
almost there, see you in a bit.” I said and hung up after we had both said our
window wipers had troubles dealing with the immense amount of snow that hit the
front window even though it was working on its highest speed.
It was soon
to be 11pm when we had reached the bottom of the mountain that the cabin was on
body language signalized that he was nervous and stressed, not even me lightly
petting his arm to calm him down could make him untense.
Our engine and
tires started making worrying noises as the road got steeper. The road was
covered in ice and thick snow.
tense as he was making his way up the hill, driving extremely slow. His
eyebrows were furrowed together and he was biting his bottom lip in
concentration. Dan’s brown orbs were entirely focused on the steep path ahead
We were so
close to the cabin, already halfway up the hill when Dan stepped into the gas
pedal, but we didn’t move. I grabbed onto my seatbelt and took a deep breath.
started to spin, whirling up some snow. Dan tried to accelerate again and again,
but with no success.
groaned in frustration as he hit the wheel.
Everything is fine. I’m just going to call your parents and they’ll come and
get us.” I explained and tried to calm us down.
no need to freak out right?
alright, Y/N.” Dan whispered, extremely annoyed by this situation.
I saw him
take a quick glance at the clock. It was 11.05pm already.
hard and hid his face behind his palms.
absolutely terrible.” He breathed.
I got out
of the car and called Dan’s parents. His dad told us to just wait there and he’d
come and get us in his cross country vehicle.
all good.” I told my boyfriend after I had hung up.
got to wait until he get’s there.” I said and felt relieved.
“But I don’t
have that much time.” Dan sighed as he looked up at the sky as if he was
expecting to see something there.
It was now
his gaze and as if he knew it would happen, fireworks started to go off,
lighting up the pitch black sky.
It was a
beautiful explosion of colours and shapes.
look! It’s so pretty.” I awed amazed by the spectacle.
pretty, yeah.” He said but didn’t sound anywhere near as excited as me.
happen every year?” I asked him, still looking up.
Just this year.” He mumbled.
the fireworks formed a giant red heart, making my eyes grow wide.
It was breath-taking.
There was a
little pause that made me think it was over but then I could hear a few
fireworks go off at the same time.
my head again and as I started into the
night sky, the fireworks spelled out:
Dan + Y/N
skipped a beat.
is this?” I breathed totally moved.
around to face him, but instead of being eye to eye with him he was kneeling in
front of me.
We were in
the middle of the woods, half way up the hill and stuck in this huge amount of
snow. Our car and the fireworks were our only source of light as snowflakes
were still dancing around us.
help but gasp and covered my mouth with my hand.
Y/L/N, I had a perfect plan about how this should’ve went. I wanted to ask you
the questions of question after dinner in front of my family. I would have taken
you onto the balcony. At 11.11pm I wanted to propose to you because of two
reasons. Firstly because I could have made a wish and I would have wished for
you to say yes. Secondly because I organized the fireworks to go off at that
hard as I stared down at the love of my life that was still kneeling in front
of me. The first tears were dangerously close to spilling from my eyes.
is even a way better engagement story. And I’m just talking because I am so
But Y/N, I
am so in love with you. So, I’m now asking you.
Y/L/N, will you marry me?”
feel my heart race as a giant smile appeared on my face. I vigorously nodded as
happy tears streamed down my cheeks.
Anonymous said: “bigbang and bts gif reaction to you dying your hair pink! :)” i will do BigBang sometime soon:)
JIN: Jin would love your pink hair as he believes that it really suits you. He would compliment you everyday about it and tell you that “You are beautiful Jagiya, any hair colour suits you.”
RAPMONSTER: Namjoon would be shocked at first as he didn’t expect you to change something so drastically. However, he really believes that you look “Very pretty and pull it off really well.”
JIMIN: This mochi would act totally differently to how he feels. Deep down he thinks it suits you but he teases you saying that “You copied my hairstyle, I had pink hair first.”
J-HOPE: Gurl damn this guy would be your number 1 hype man. He would never stop complimenting you and would even show you off to his friends and other members, “Look at how beautiful Y/N is with pink hair!”
V: As soon as Taehyungsaw you from across the room with your new hair he would quickly run up to you. He would hold you in his arms, jumping up and down from excitement as he thinks you “Look even more beautiful with pink hair.”
JUNGKOOOK: Jungkook would keep cool at first when he saw your hair not mentioning his thoughts on it. However later on when you two were alone he would lay your head on his lap and brush through the strands saying, “You’re so pretty Jagiya.”
SUGA: Like Jungkook, Yoongi wouldn’t mention if he liked your new hair directly. He would just slowly start calling you names such as “Peach” or “Pinky” and squish your cheeks every now and then.
I had to look up Musical AU and I hope I got this correct! I saw artwork based on the Hesokuri Wars Musical!matsu and assumed this was what you were talking about owo; WELP, if there is a musical and they all had to sing, I think a song that pretty much says “Fuck You” would be very fitting XD It’s all I could think of with that requested face!
Requested by @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester: Dean x reader have been married for years, she gets pregnant but he doesn’t want it. She leaves but never moves on. He ends up in another relationship and about to marry her. At the altar he decides he needs to be with reader and their child. & Anon:
Part three to “Miss Everything- Miss nothing” where Dean bonds some more with his daughter but mostly of his relationship with the reader becoming even stronger?
Please continue and make a series out of this
& A bunch of people voting for it in the past two Sequel Fridays.
Summary: After apologizing and meeting his daughter, Dean is willing to get back to her life for once and for all. He wants everything back, including (Y/N) who is still reluctant about his comeback.
Pairing: Dean x reader.
Word count: 3,755
A/N: I wanted to focus more on Samstiel with Louise, but also daddy!Dean and his relationship with reader (if that makes any sense at all). Happy Sequel Friday!
followed the deal like an obedient man. He called Louise every day after school
– or at least after eating something because they would spend hours talking and
Louise would forget to eat – and then he called (Y/N) to have dinner on
Sam and Castiel
weren’t only cheerful, and proud of Dean finally manning up and trying to make
things better, but they were also far too excited to meet the little
have dinner together at (Y/N) and Louise’s house that day. Sam made sure to buy
pie and wine, while Castiel spent his whole morning collecting flowers at the
nearest park – because Sam told him it was polite to go to a home with a
present for the owner – and Dean made sure to buy Louise a colouring book and
(Y/N)’s favourite sweets.
men arrived punctual to the appointment and Sam was impressed to notice how
(Y/N) still looked the same. She was at the kitchen, checking the oven, when
they arrived and so she didn’t notice. However, Louise had heard Baby’s roar
and she stormed out of the house, excitedly.
chipmunk.” Dean spoke proudly as he turned Baby off.
I’m not dead yet and here to bug you with more coloured sketches of one of my two favourite vampires: Ky Luc. Yesterday I was somehow inspired to try and draw something inspired by traditional Asian clothing, and yeah, that’s pretty much my whole inspiration for this piece. It’s my first go at colouring something silky so I tried to make the fabric look very soft and smooth to the touch; make it appear like it’s caressing Ky’s skin and pool around him in a very elegant fashion. I also went with a warm colour palette just because I think that the vampires are usually surrounded by very cold colours and it’d be a nice change to see them bathed in the sunlight.
-Imagine Allison taking Renee shopping for summer clothes, where she literally empties an entire rack of cute pastel crop tops, throws them at her and ushers her into the changing rooms.
-She gets her to twirl round for her with each new one she tries, complimenting her beautiful girlfriend each time. She quickly runs out of words she hasn’t used before, so settles for kissing her.
-just so you know, Renee is very distracting in those tops, and Allison is very distracted.
- Picture them both tying eachother’s hair back on a really hot day to keep it out of their way. Renee leaning back on Allison’s shoulder, struggling not to fall asleep as she runs her fingers through her hair, because it’s just so relaxing.
-Allison helps Renee dye her hair pretty summery colours, which results in the bathroom looking like a rainbow exploded somewhere in there.
-Happy girlfriend’s going to the beach together. Splashing each other in the sea, helping each other apply suncream, making sandcastles, walking hand in hand across the sand, Allison sunbathing while Renee reads on the towel next to her.
-Allison in very distracting, even more so than usual in that bikini. Renee has been reading the same page for fifteen minutes, and oh no, I think Allison has noticed.
-Renee ends up reading to Allison, because she kept asking her questions about what she was reading. They alternate between Allison’s head om Renee’s lap and Renee leaning on Allison’s shoulder.
-Taking icy cool showers together to try and cool down because it is like the surface of the sun out there.
-Getting into silly fake disagreements over the weather. Allison loves summer, because of the nice weather (and being able to regularly see her girlfriend in crop tops and swimming costumes doesn’t hurt) but Renee prefers spring because it is cooler and there are lots of baby animals around.
-Sharing an ice cream together. Then complaining about how cold the others lips/tongues are when they kiss.
-Painting each other’s toenails (and grabbing any available fox and trying to convince them to let them paint their’s too.
- Dan says yes, so does Matt and Neil, who goes bright orange, obviously. Andrew just looks at the girls, which they wisely take as a no. Aaron tells them to fuck off. They manage to paint one of Kevin’s feet while he is distracted watching a match on tv. He is not overly impressed.