#nye 2017

[shadowhuntersseries]

Where will you be this New Year's Eve?

[starboyholland]

NYE | S.H.

Requested: nope!

Summary: your average friends-to-lovers trope!! I’m sorry I’m one big cliche!!

Rating: PG-13: mild cursing, kissing, nothing too wild!

Your phone had been beeping nonstop all day, you figured that was to be expected when you’d been included in the Holland boy’s (Harrison included, obviously) group chat. They were throwing a party tonight, and Sam had added you in. “They’re basically family anyway, guys!”

They’d all agreed in a heartbeat, and ever since you’d been getting almost hourly updates on the craziness that was the clique of boys who you loved dearly.

What the boys didn’t know, was that you were far closer to family than they expected. You and Sam had been dating in secret for weeks, months, really.

You hadn’t gotten around to telling the boys simply because you wanted to make sure things were steady and comfortable before subjecting yourself to the teasing and “I told you they’d get together!”s that came with presenting your relationship to the family.

Now, it was simply habit to act as though you were just friends in front of the boys, now it felt as though you weren’t sure how to break the news after all this time.

It was cliche, it was stupid, you and Sam both agreed on that. Yet, you had yet to reveal our relationship status to the boys. Obviously you and Sam had had your share of close calls, but overall you’d manage to keep things on the down-low.

Now it was a few hours to the New Years Eve party and you’d been put in charge of buying cups and snacks, and Sam had been put in charge of ordering the pizzas and drinks.

Naturally, the two of you went to the store together, his hand interlocked with yours until yo needed bth to push the shopping cart, Sam occupying himself with callling the pizza place to confirm the large order was coming along alright, all he while making funny faces at you and throwing various junk foods into the cart every few aisles.

Sam hung up after thanking the worker on the other end of the line for being so helpful, and shoved his phone into his pocket.

“Babe,” he called, throwing in another package of cookies you were convinced weren’t necessary. “Hm?” You replied, scrolling through the hopping list on your phone.

“Are you excited for tonight? It’s gonna be midnight in a few hours!” You nodded. “Yeah, it should be fun, we’ve thrown some kick ass parties,” you grinned, face falling when you saw Sam teasingly roll his eyes. “What?” You questioned. Sam hopped on the front of the cart, hand clutching the edge of the wire basket. You pretended for a momen to be exhausted by the extra weight an you both giggled.

“You’re supposed to say you’re excited to kiss me at New Years, duh, YN!” You both laughed again, Sam now trotting beside you.

“Well, I guess I’m not particularly dreading that moment,” you spoke, looking up at Sam who wore a smirk, eyebrows raised a bit.

“Oh yeah?” You nodded “Yeah, I think it just might be an alright time, Holland.”

He smiled. “Maybe we should practice, just to be sure?” You laughed harder now. “Practice, huh?” He nodded. “I’m sure all the pros are doing it, gotta warm up yeah?” You were both laughing hard, cheeks flushed. “Professional kissers, huh?” You said, pausing your movement with the cart to look for the right kind of chip dip.

You found it and placed it gently in your cart turning back to face Sam. “Yeah, theyre the best,” he nodded, stepping closer to you. Your hands gripped at his teeshirt and you pulled him slightly closer. “Couldn’t hurt, right?” You asked, and be shook his head briefly before closing the distance between the two of you.

After a moment you feared someone else would enter the aisle and pulled away, both of you grinning.

“Well, who knew the store was so romantic?” He spoke, wiggling his eyebrows for effect.

“You’re a nerd, Holland. A real nerd.”

“Well, jokes on you because you love a nerd.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

Sam had brought the clothes he needed for the party in his car when he came to pick you up for the store, so when he dropped you off, neither of you could find any reason for him not to stay while you got ready.

He watched as you did your hair and makeup and finally changed into your outfit for the night, looking back in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel something was missing, looking down at the hodgepodge of items in your bathroom, you pulled open a drawer and Sam watched as you swiped the prettiest shade of red he’d ever seen onto your lips, starting with a liner and then filling in the majority of your pout with the second color.

“Is this too much? It’s kind of a chill party I don’t want to be the only one looking so done up-“

“It’s perfect!” Sam exclaimed, striding into the bathroom and hugging you close to him, hands locked around your hips.

“Well, if you say so,” you grinned. “I do,” Sam quickly affirmed, leaning towards your lips for a kiss. You stopped him with a gentle hand that cupped his face.

“Sam, this lipstick will transfer,” he looked as though he wasn’t quite sure how your explanation related to him not being allowed to kiss you, so you continued. “The color will transfer to your lips, they’ll be tinted red,” you giggled. Sam nodded. “Alright, but only because I know you care about your makeup, I wouldn’t mind having an iconic red lip for the evening,” Sam said, a laugh quickly bubbling from his lips. You followed suit, laughing at his words.

“We’ve hung out too much, you’re starting to sound like me with all the makeup talk” he nodded. “Well, I guess I’ll have to live without kissing you,” he sighed dramtically, leaning in again but kissing your forehead and cheeks and jaw. You laughed, resting your hands on his chest to distance yourself to catch a break for air. His cheeks had tinted pink, you had been together for months and yet he still went red in the face after kissing you at times.

“Well, Sam, looks like it’s time to go set up with the guys, don’t ya think?” Sam interlocked your fingers as you grabbed your shoes and walked towards the door, making sure to grab all the party materials you’d gotten earlier, tossing them into the backseat and speeding towards Tom’s house. The two of you arrived in the driveway and Sam gave a final kiss to the top of your head and you shared a look that communicated how stupid this whole hiding thing was to both of you. You’d figured the holidays weren’t the time to spring long withheld news on Sam’s family so here you were, still keeping everything on the down-low. 

You grabbed the groceries in your arms and Sam did the same, leaving a hand free to lock up the car and then rap on the door once you’d walked up the long driveway. 

“Coming!” Harrison screeched from inside, the door quickly swung open and there stood Harrison, a paper party hat lopsided on his head. “Well, don’t just stand there, party’s in like two hours!” He playfully chided, pulling the two of you inside. “Here they are! Late as always!” Harrison shouted into the house, laughter erupted from who you already knew to be Harry and Tom. 

“Well, better late than never, especially because we brought the food, right?” You questioned, making a bee-line with the kitchen with Sam hot on your trail. “I guess, but only because of the food factor,” Harrison laughed. “Harry just got back a few minuets ago from the firework stand, all I can say is the neighbors may not be too happy,”  He laughed. You shook your head, a smile on your lips. “I can only imagine,” You replied simply as Sam helped you load all of the food into the fridge and into large bowls on the counter. 

it took far less time than anticipated to set up the house for the party, so consequently, all five of you ended up sprawled on the couch with half of an hour left to spare before those invited should be arriving. 

“So, Harry sat up on the couch next to Tom. “Have we all got dates for this evening?” His mouth formed a grin and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the question with the others. “When did this become a gossip circle, good lord, Harry!” Sam laughed, sat close to you on the sofa adjacent to where Tom and Harry Sat, with Haz sprawled out on the floor. “You’re just jealous because you didn’t swing a date,” Harry continued. Sam shook his head. “You don’t know that,”

“You surely would’ve mentioned it by now, dude,” Harry laughed. Sam shrugged. “Tom’s the one with the big mouth around here, not me!” Everyone shared a laugh, Tom crossing his arms in mock offense. 

At that, the doorbell rang and you and Sam shared an amused and relieved look that the two of you hadn’t been exposed just yet. 

“Hey, guys! It’s Zen and Laura and Jacob!” Tom called, swinging the door open. Zendaya held a bottle of champagne tightly in one hand, using the other to hug everyone in the room. “YN!” She exclaimed, “I haven’t seen you in forever! I missed you, babe!” You grinned, sharing hug with her and agreeing the two of you would have to find a time to catch up. Soon, the house was flooded with guests, cars lining the driveway and the street for the entire block as well as the lawn. Music played from a Spotify playlist Sam had been crafting for weeks in advance, and the two of you busied yourselves with having a great time at the party, you and Zendaya found a spot to chat in and Jacob started a game of pool in the basement lounge which attracted many of the guys, who were all at least somewhat competitive. 

“So, the whole Sam and you thing, how’s that going?” Zendaya questioned and you couldn’t help but spill your guts about how well things were goin between the two of you. Time moved by faster than you expected, and before you knew it, the annual New York ball-drop was on the television. You turned your head to watch, standing behind the crowd a bit when you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Hey, YN, mind helping me with something in the kitchen for just a moment?” Sam spoke close to your ear so you could hear what he was saying above the multitude of noises, and offered a wink so subtle you almost missed it, followed with the smile you loved so much. You nodded, taking his hand and following him into the deserted kitchen. “I figured the ball was about to drop and it’s almost New Year’s and if you still wanted that kiss?” HIs cheeks were faintly pink and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The countdown from ten had already begun, rhythmically chanted form the living room. 

“Oh- Sm, I forgot, my lipstick- everyone will know?” You spoke quickly, the countdown failed to halt as it neared the finish and Sam grinned lovingly at you. “I don’t mind if you don’t.” 

With that, the countdown reached “one” and you breached the gap between you and Sam once again as the partygoers all cheered. 

you pulled away after a moment, eyes drifting from Sam’s eyes to his lips, sure as day they were tinted a shade of red that couldn’t be described as subtle. 

“Well, now’s a good a time as any to go break the news, right?” The two of you joined hands, leaving the kitchen to rejoin the party with the biggest smiles painted on your faces. 

[hopefortheday]

Basslanta NYE 2017 🍑🎉

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Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

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[cyberneticnightmares]

Alright, babes. Here's to a new year! May your creative endeavours be satisfying and may you be healthy and okay and ready to fight gods during the next 365 days.

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I’d like to wish everyone a Happy New Year!  Here’s to a joyful and prosperous 2018!