the most attractive man

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: in Friends, Chandler was always considered very average and not that attractive, in fact the very base of his character was that he was the funny/goofy one, Ross was the smart one, and that Joey was the cute one, but Chandler was actually remarkably intelligent and hardworking, as well as the fact Matthew Perry was a very attractive man, whereas Ross most often got himself into awkward shenanigans and Joey was often very goofy. Chandler was the best of all three of them put together, without some of the other two's worse attributes (Ross' tendency to ramble on, Joey's grudge-holding, Ross' quick temper, etc), yet somehow it was considered by pretty much everybody in the Friends universe that Monica was a catch for Chandler and he should feel honoured to be dating her... Chandler was a brilliant character and it is unacceptable that his most prominent attribute, his comedy, has become recognisably his only positive attribute.

anonymous asked:

I agree that patrcik stump is talented but he is not attractive at all so I lol at all you're tags

being socialized a woman is just crushing. I feel like I was conditioned to love somebody else’s love. I need to feel small, I have to be passive and desired, one of the most attractive qualities in a man is if he finds me attractive. I used to read love stories where the male was not in the least bit appealing, but his desire was. Why? Why have I been conditioned to feel this way? So much of my self-image in a relationship is how i am seen, if i’m pleasing. im so tired of this, I don’t even know where to begin unlearning this gaping chasm of bullshit.

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“What beautiful gardens, Monsieur Poirot. It is so good of you to escort me.”
“I wanted to bring you somewhere that was worthy of you.”
“You mustn’t flatter me, Monsiuer Poirot. You will make me cry.”

Criminal

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
◊ Summary: As a rogue werewolf, you knew the dangers of trespassing into a pack’s territory, but that didn’t stop you.
◊ Genre: smut, werewolf AU
◊ Warnings: sexual content
◊ Word Count: 4,904 

A/N: Okay wow. So this took me 300 years to write, but I finally finished it! This is the longest thing I’ve ever written, and it’s also my first smut scenario. Tagging @chokemejimin because you wanted to read it and @kookingtae because we screamed about this together lmao. Hope you enjoyed!


You hadn't planned on getting caught. You had hoped for the exact opposite, actually.

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Ok so I finally saw beauty and the beast today so HERE WE GO

-batb au EXCEPT
-except
-enjolras is the prince turned into the beast
-enjolras, who is a charming young man capable of being terrible
-(((((see what I’m saying)))))
-so then taire
-my beautiful boy
-who has so many heckin hobbies
-who knows SO MANY things
-((so many))
-but who’s always kinda disregarded as the weird dude
-grantaire who loves his mother s o much
-grantaire switched places with his mother once se gets caught be the beast
-(grantaire who completely thinks it’s his fault and won’t let his mother take the fall for it)
-fey’s lumiere and ferre’s cogsworth I just feel like I need to mention that
-les Amis are all the servants
-so les amis are trying to get them together
-grantaires a romantic who loves love stories and maybe
-just maybe
-enj starts to think they’re not so dumb anymore
-really I just want taire falling in love with enjolras not for his looks
-not because he is “”“Apollo”“”
-but because he’s a Massive Dick who also happens to be wonderful
-also I mean when enj transforms back into enj
-taire would be so fucked
-“holy shit what the fuck”
-“you didn’t mention that you are the most attractive man on the planet”
-enj: “it didn’t seem very important”

The drunk reveal no one asked for and the cracker shenanigans

Okay, so look at this. It is 8000+ words. Fucking hell. All the thanks to @lunian who is the mastermind behind this gem. Let’s roll. Also, it isn’t proof read cause seriously guys, who has time to proofread 21 pages of crack. Sorry for any gramamr mistake


Marinette looked around the living room, from the music system to the table covered with bowl and bags off what could easily be all the snacks found on the French market. Marinette wasn’t especially in the mood to party, she would have rather stayed at home and finish some designs, especially after the fact that there was an akuma that morning that managed to ruin her sleeping late plans. But Alya insisted, saying there wil be amiliar faces too. And Marinette totally didn’t come because Alya promised Nino is brinign her a certain blond someone who just arrived back to Paris from one year exchange in Milano. Totally not. She was perfectly content with having a friendly conversation with Adrien after only seeing him through Skype for a year. Until he walked in the room. And Marinette finally understood just how low quality the skype camera was.

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anonymous asked:

hc where dan is a new teacher at a school and he's v shy and he has a crush on the principle (aka phil) who's all professional and orderly and Phil goes in to dans class to watch him teach and do one of those evaluation things and Phil notices how flustered dan gets when they make eye contact and they fuck after class

Dan’s a good teacher. That’s what he’s worked for for years, right? Endless hours of schooling, to be a high school teacher at a somewhat-prestigious private school.

He smiled a lot, and was a good listener. He wasn’t the favorite teacher, or the cool one necessarily, but he was a good one. Even though he’d stutter and blush whenever the principle came within twenty feet of him.

Dan sighed, shuffling some papers on his desk. He was tired; he had gotten to school early to work, and he hadn’t even had coffee yet. He looked up when a boy walked in; a scrawny student with glasses, his nickname was Georgie and he loved Dan.

Dan tried to smile, running his fingers through his messy hair. “Hey Georgie,” he mumbled, stifling a yawn. “Early again?”

The boy nodded. “I need to study for the test today.”

Oh. That’s right, the test.

“Mmh, that’s smart of you,” Dan muttered, pushing the stack of papers to the side of his desk.

“Professor,” he started, stepping forward and tilting his head to the side. “You know about the inspection, right? You don’t look very prepared…” Georgie pointed to the mess on Dan’s desk; the scattered papers and piled up coffee cups.

Dan frowned, his heart dropping. “Inspection…? I didn’t hear about an inspection…”

The boy raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, the check up for the teachers today. The principle’s coming around during class…” he trailed off.

Dan’s eyes widened. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath. “Oops. I didn’t cuss, don’t tell your parents.” Georgie giggled.

He hadn’t known. Why had no one told him?

They probably had. He had been rather spacey recently.

“Well I’m screwed,” Dan mumbled, biting his lip. “Georgie, would you mind helping me clean up a bit…? I’ll give you extra credit…”

The boy nodded immediately, slinging off his bag and tossing it on the nearest desk.

“Sir?” Georgie smirked slightly, helping Dan with some of the mugs. “Do you have a crush on Mr. Lester?”

Dan immediately flustered, his face going red. “A crush? N-No, of course not, it’s… I wouldn’t call it a crush…” Dan swallowed, stumbling over his words. “You w-wouldn’t understand.”

Georgie rolled his eyes, straightening his glasses. “Whatever you say, professor.”

The rest of the day, Dan was a mess. He was sweaty and his hands were shaking, and he stuttered far too much.

The students were noticing; a few times one of them would raise their hand and ask what was wrong, and Dan would just deflect it. He couldn’t mess this up; he actually liked this job, he liked the kids. And it would hurt to be fired by the literal most attractive man he’d ever seen.

Damn it, he needed to get it together.

His literature class was the last to be inspected, which just made it worse. When the door finally quietly opened and shut and Phil Lester stepped through, Dan actually jumped.

“Uh, great,” he breathed, flashing the man a shaky smile and pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Guys, your principle is here to check me out.” He instantly realized what he had said, and his face went magenta. “Er, I didn’t mean…” he let his face fall into his hands; some of the kids laughed, and one whistled. “Nevermind.”

Phil chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “It’s fine, Mr. Howell. Don’t worry, nothing too serious, I’m just here to observe.” He made a motion with his hand for Dan to continue. “Go on. Don’t mind me.”

The problem was, Dan did mind him. He was in the corner of his vision, in his fucking sexy tie and that look on his face…

Dan was sweating, and he stumbled over his words more than a few times, once even forgetting what he was saying all together.

He was a hot mess the whole time, and that’s why he wasn’t surprised when Phil stayed where he was after all of the students had trailed from the room.

Dan sighed, facing him and offering him a tight lipped smile.

“I’m sorry… that wasn’t the best class I’ve taught, I’ve been sick…”

Phil held out his hand, stopping him. “Please don’t worry, Mr. Howell. You’re not in trouble. I just have to ask you something.”

Dan frowned, his nerves getting the best of him, his stomach flipping. “Yes?”

Phil set down his clipboard, and straightening his glasses. “Are you scared of me, Dan?”

Dan raised his eyebrows, surprised by the question. “Scared… of you…?” Dan repeated.

Phil nodded, taking off the glasses and setting them down, stepping forward, and Dan’s breath caught.

“I couldn’t help but notice how nervous you looked,” Phil said calmly, and Dan swore he saw the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Your eyes kept… flickering to me, and you’d get distracted. Are you intimidated by me?”

Dan bit his lip, keeping Phil’s gaze, trying not to show how much of an effect he had on him.

“Was I? I suppose I’m just nervous about my job, I like working here…” he trailed off, sighing at the skeptical look on Phil’s face. “Okay. You caught me.” He laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “I have a tiny crush on you, it’s silly.”

Phil raised one eyebrow, stepping closer again, backing him against the desk. Now Dan was positive he was smirking, just the tiniest bit, and it was attractive as hell.

“Is that so?” He asked, his voice going low, and Dan’s eyes widened.

“Yes?” Dan squeaked, and cleared his throat. Phil chuckled.

“Well I don’t find that silly, Mr. Howell. It’s actually quite flattering.” He placed his hands on either side of Dan, leaning against the desk, effectively trapping him against the wood.

“Oh yeah?” Dan breathed. This was definitely a move. His heart skipped a beat, and he let his eyes flicker from Phil’s eyes to his lips. If he kissed him, Dan would pass out.

Phil smiled crookedly. “Yes. And if I’m being completely honest, I have the smallest crush on you as well.”

Dan’s face tinted even more pink, and he bit his lip. “R-Really?”

“Yes…” Phil drew a line up Dan’s jaw with his finger, hooking it under his chin and smirking. He moved close enough to Dan’s ear that he could feel his breath against his skin. “I think you’re cute. But you won’t let that distract you, will you professor?”

Dan swallowed, and Jesus, this was turning him on.

“No, of c-course not, sir,” Dan breathed, stifling a moan as Phil’s breath brushed his neck.

“Mmh,” Phil hummed in approval, and Dan could practically taste his grin. “Good boy.” And then Phil’s lips were against Dan’s throat, sucking gently, and Dan lost it.

His hands flew up, grasping at Phil’s shirt, and he let out a quiet whimper-moan combination. Phil chuckled, letting his hands fall to Dan’s waist and pulling him closer.

Dan threw his head back, giving Phil more access and whining as he bit down on Dan’s most sensitive spots. It was crazy how he knew all the places that would make Dan weak, when he hadn’t even touched him before.

“If we’re still being honest,” Phil growled under his breath, reaching up to tangle his fingers in Dan’s hair and pulling his head back. “I’ve wanted to do this since you started working here.”

Dan moaned from the combination of the words and the rough gesture. “Please…” he whined, squirming against Phil’s touch.

Phil smirked, nipping at a spot right under Dan’s ear. “Please what, baby?”

“I want you,” Dan muttered in response, hooking his fingers in Phil’s belt loops and pulling him closer so their hips were pressed together. “Please, Phil.”

Phil grinned, pulling Dan forward by the shirt and kissing him open mouthed. Dan kissed back immediately, letting Phil take control, moaning against his mouth as Phil slipped his tongue into Dan’s, gripping his waist.

Phil’s hands roamed Dan’s body and soon it was frantic, kissing him roughly and touching everywhere he could reach. Dan whimpered, bucking his hips into Phil’s, making Phil groan and hold him still, grinding against him.

Phil pulled back, his hair messy and his eyes flashing with pure lust.

“Clothes off,” he growled, moving over to the door and locking it.

Dan hurried to pull his jeans down when he collected himself, kicking them away as well as his shoes, tugging his sweater over his head. When Phil got back he kissed Dan again, loosening his tie.

“Pants,” he muttered, an order, and Dan nodded, falling to his knees and working at Phil’s zipper. He tugged them down, mouthing at the visible bulge in his boxers.

Phil groaned, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair with one hand and using the other to unbutton his shirt.

“Jesus, Dan,” he breathed. “You’re good with your mouth.”

Dan looked up at him, grinning and standing, pushing Phil’s shirt the rest of the way off. “Thanks.”

Phil pushed him back against the desk, kissing him hotly and grabbing at his ass, grinding against him. Dan moaned, a high pitched whine falling from his lips.

“Do you have…?”

“Yes,” Dan said immediately, moving to dig through the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a condom and then a small bottle of lube. Phil raised his eyebrows, and Dan shrugged. “What, I masterbate a lot,” he mumbled, coming back and wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck.

Phil smirked, kneading his ass and making Dan squeak. “Do you think about me?”

“Hell yeah,” Dan answered, breathless. “Now fuck me.”

Phil nodded, silently flipping Dan around, bending him over the desk. “Impatient,” he muttered, tutting and smoothing his hand over Dan’s ass.

Dan whimpered, burying his face in his arms and pushing back. “Please, sir, more.”

Phil tugged Dan’s boxers down swiftly, digging his nails into the soft flesh.

“Of course, babe,” he growled, pressing Dan’s face against the desk.

It didn’t take long to stretch him; Dan whined and pushed back on his fingers, transformed into a horny submissive teenager by Phil’s touch. It was adorable, and Phil could feel himself getting harder by the second.

Soon enough Dan was stretched enough, and Phil hurried to roll on the rubber and lube himself up, the anticipation in his stomach building.

He placed one hand firmly on Dan’s lower back and one was tangled in his hair, tugging as he pushed in without warning.

Dan cried out, muffling his moans of desperation by biting down on his hand. Phil groaned at the tight heat surrounding him, bottoming out slowly and digging his nails into Dan’s skin.

“So good,” he breathed huskily, pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in. “So fucking good, Dan, so tight- look so good underneath me…”

Dan moaned, loud and feminine; Phil was a talker, and fuck, that turned him on. Phil snapped his hips suddenly, thrusting hard, filling Dan up completely and making him scream. His eyes rolled back in his head.

“Fuck-! Phil, fuck, harder-!” He felt Phil press his face into the desk harder, and he practically drooled, panting desperately.

Phil listened to him, speeding up his thrusts and fucking into him rough. He rolled his hips, groaning and gripping Dan’s hips.

“Fuck, Dan-” he moaned, lining himself up to Dan’s body to kiss down the back of his neck as he thrust into him. “Oh Jesus, you feel so good.”

He sped up as much as he could, the only noises in the room being Dan’s noises of pleasure as well and Phil’s groans, and the slapping of skin.

Dan nearly screamed as Phil pounded into his prostate over and over again, hitting him in just the right spots, and he could feel himself getting close.

He came without warning, over the desk, his moans loud as ever and high pitched and whiny.

Phil made a noise low in his throat at Dan’s sudden change of pitch, and the tightening around his cock, and came into him with one last thrust.

The next day, Dan wore a turtleneck to class.

anonymous asked:

what do you think happened when alec stayed at magnus' loft to 'help treat luke's wounds'? what did they talk about all night?

Oh man, if I could demand one thing from the sh creators, it would be to go back and give us this scene. I’m still devastated that they had Alec spend an entire goddamn night at Magnus’s apartment and not give us a single damn detail about it. Because that’s such an important night for them??? Yes, they had done a tiny bit of (very one-sided) flirting, and Alec had vaguely accepted a non-specific version of the date Magnus offered on the phone in the previous ep, but that’s it. That’s really not much. This was their first big scene. Just the two of them, for an entire night, with no implied physical intimacy whatsoever (since they definitely would have told us about that). Just two men who barely know each other, having a couple of drinks.

It’s so unbelievably important in the grand scheme of their story. Because at some point, Magnus Bane goes from ‘this boy’s cute maybe I can make out with him at some point’ to Ghost!Ragnor telling him to crash the wedding because it’s a chance for Magnus to finally feel love again. At some point, Magnus feels enough of a connection with Alec to consider really giving him a chance, after a century alone, and after all of the emotional trauma he went through with Camille. There’s something about Alec that makes Magnus feel safe, and hopeful, and finally ready to try falling in love again. And that very well could have been something that he saw in Alec for the first time that night. It’s the first time they really get to talk to each other. It’s when Magnus really figures out who Alec is as a person.

And for Alec, I mean… think about his social track record at that point. From what we can tell, his only close friends are his siblings. He doesn’t have any outside acquaintances that he feels comfortable sitting down with and talking to for an extended period of time. For all we know, that night at Magnus’s is one of the first times he has any sort of extended conversation with a relative stranger. And while I’m sure that’s fairly terrifying for someone with his anxiety levels (and tendency to stutter around cute guys), I imagine that must also be so freeing for him. Magnus has been flirting with him literally since the moment they met, and Alec knows that. There’s an awareness between the two of them that they’re interested in each other. I think it might be the first time in Alec’s life that he’s been with someone and felt that he’s allowed to be openly interested in men around them. Regardless of the fact that he happens to be interested in this particular man, that’s still huge for him. Magnus has absolutely no expectations for him. Alec has no reputation to uphold while he’s there. Alec is allowed to blatantly be himself and not worry about the repercussions for once in his life, and I can’t even imagine how wonderful that must have felt.

Honestly, I’m not sure of what they talked about. Probably nothing important. Just usual, everyday conversation between two people who are starting to like each other, and want to know each other better. I don’t think the subject matter was particularly extraordinary. But in some sense, I think that’s what makes it so important for both of them. 

In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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While studying law for his upcoming murder trial, Ted Bundy became distracted by a particular female paparazzi who he’d allowed to take pictures of him. When he’d read enough, he closed his books, went over to the camera and bared his teeth in an exaggerated grin, making the woman collapse in a fit of giggles. The photographer later said the serial killer was “The most attractive and charming man I’d ever spent 10 minutes with.”

The Evolution of a Relationship

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Note: I was bored and decided to write these, this is the story of a relationship told in five important events. This has not been proofread, I wrote it spontaneously so let’s hope it’s good. 

Warnings: nothing y’all it’s fluff

Word Count:1,964

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First Meeting

The first time you met Daveed, you walked right into his chest. 

You were running late to work, rushing through busy streets and trying to send your boss an email when suddenly you walked straight into a solid chest.

You almost fell on your ass, but a hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your arm.

“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, looking up into the face of possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. “I-I’m running late and, and I was trying to send an email and I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you explain, trying your best to stop rambling.

“No it’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention either,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips.

You took a breath, admiring the way his smile seemed to light up his face.

“Thank you, for catching me.”

“It’s no problem,” He chuckled, a warm sound that caused a smile to grow on your own face. Until you realized that this pause made you even later to work.

“Oh my god! I have to go I’m gonna be late!” You exclaimed.

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orgasms and dildos C.H

Originally posted by bestpicsof5sos

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: y/n can’t orgasm no matter what you and Calum do so after convincing Calum gets you off with a vibrator and dildo.

requested?: yes, sorry if it sucked @lukeasfuck i tried 😊. This is my first request and I enjoyed writing it so feel free to request any smut ideas you might have. I’m pretty open to all suggestions 😉.

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anonymous asked:

Maybe like you show up unannounced to the wedding in Hawaii you are a gret friend of the groom and Harry gets attracted to you and wants to know you better

Okay so I decided to change this up a bit and make it so she’s good friends with the bride rather than the groom, but here ya go! Short and sweet my friends. ALSO, if ya’ll maybe want a part 2 let me knoooowwwwww.

The Bride and you had been best friends by association, in a way. You were her younger sisters best friend, and somehow she just sort of adopted you as her own sister. Even though all three of you had gone your own ways, you still kept in contact with them as if you truly were apart of the family.

When you found out about the wedding, you had ended up crying on Skype because you were so excited, but you weren’t sure if you would be able to go. At the time, you had just gotten a promotion and you weren’t sure where they would have you when the wedding was taking place. Regardless, you told her if it wasn’t any trouble, to save you a spot at the wedding anyway, just in case.

Now you were in Hawaii wearing a gorgeous blush dress that hugged your body beautifully and fell right off your shoulders as you hurried across the grass before the bride and groom came out. You had informed the groom you would be attending, but neither of you let the bride know, figuring it would be a nice surprise. You of course wanted to stay under the radar until after the actual ceremony, not wanting to distract her in any way. 

Of course you knew where your seat was, because the brides sister had come out before anyone else arrived and showed you exactly where to sit, as well as bombarding you with hugs. She was also slightly angry at you for not just telling her sister, because you would’ve been a bridesmaid up there with her in an instant if you had. But alas, she understood the idea of the surprise and she was just ecstatic to finally be seeing you after a few years. So yes, you knew where your seat was, but you what you didn’t know was that it was right next to Harry fucking Styles.

You weren’t starstruck by any means, your job allowed you to meet some of the biggest names in the business, and you knew the groom was good friends with Harry and it would make sense for him to be at the wedding, but you didn’t expect them to sit you right next to him. He was undeniably the most attractive man you had ever set eyes on, and he just looked so good in his cream colored suit and blue Hawaiian shirt underneath. You slinked past him, the wind blowing your dress against his knees softly as you took a seat next to him, unaware of how his eyes followed you discreetly. 

Harry had seen pictures of you before around his friends house; you seemed to be in every family photo his soon-to-be wife had displayed, and he had always commented on how beautiful he found you. But no amount of pictures prepared him for how stunning you were in person.


The ceremony went off without a hitch, and soon the crowd was working it’s way into the dining hall and you were being whisked into a million hugs by the wedding party. Once again, you were sat next to Harry, and Harry couldn’t shake the feeling that the groom had done this on purpose.

“M’Harry,” his voice finally floated into your ears, causing you to look up at him and send him a soft smile; this was the first time you two had talked tonight, and you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his deep voice.

“Nice to meet you, Harry,” and you slid your hand into his awaiting one after you told him your name, and just by the spark you both felt the second your skin came in contact with one another you knew this night was going to be a good one.

As expected, the bride started crying and freaking out the second she laid eyes on you, her arms wrapping around you in a death grip as she yelled at you for keeping this a secret from her. You only laughed and shook your head, congratulating her on everything before the nights festivities began.

You were currently watching Harry dance with a little girl who was barely even up to his knees, and you couldn’t help the fond smile playing on your lips. You two had been talking the entire night through dinner, and were hitting it off wonderfully. If anything, you knew you wanted to keep him around even if it was only as a friend. The current song was coming to an end and the little girl he was dancing with ran off to her mother, her giggles sounding across the room as Harry laughed to himself and made his way back over to the table to take a long drink of water.

“Don’ think I’ve met anyone with as much energy as that lil’ one,” he let out an exaggerated breath, leaning over the table and grabbing at his back as if he was an old man who needed a moment, causing you to laugh up at him.

“Hm, might need to take a seat before you end up passing out, old man,” you raised an eyebrow at him and he shot you a mock offended look, his hand resting over his heart.

“M’only two years older than you!” He defended, trying to hide the smile that was fighting to break through. You stood up then, gesturing your head to the dance floor.

“Well then come on, prove you’re not as old as you look,” you shot him a smirk and made your way to the dance floor, looking at him over your shoulder as he stood at the table and watched you for a moment, a matching smirk playing on his lips.

So, the night was spent with you two laughing, drinking, and dancing like absolute idiots, and you both ignored the knowing smiles the now married couple kept shooting the two of you.

It was well past midnight and you were both out of energy and full of alcohol, your body leaning against his as you made your way to the elevators, about to part to your own rooms.

“Ya goin’ to the breakfast thingy tomorrow?” He slurred slightly, his arm wrapping around your waist as you stumbled slightly.

“Don’t have a choice, think if I’m not out of my own bed by 8 the bride will send reinforcements to drag me downstairs,” you were whispering, acting as if the bride was some hotshot big wig with people who could actually sneak into a hotel room, and Harry’s laugh filled the lobby as you approached the elevator. 

“Well, think y’should sit next t’me during breakfast,” he nodded his head as he spoke as if he was approving of what he was saying, hitting the up button as he kept a tight grip on your waist, “Think I’d like t’get t’know you a bit better, love.”

“Think I’d like that, too,” you smiled as you stepped into the elevator, both of you hitting your floors. 

Like the true gentlemen he was, he walked you to your suite and made sure you got in safely, sending you off with a kiss to the cheek and a promise to see you tomorrow morning.