#Seriously at first I thought you stole Tylers cap

[chickensarentcheap]

All of them! No seriously whichever ones you want

Who offers their jacket when the other is cold?

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up?

Who compliments the other in front of everyone?

Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun?

When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up?

If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?“

Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go?

In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer?

When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, ECT.

What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy?

What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary?

When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another?

Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?

Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist?

Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars?

Thank you!!

Tyler. For sure. And he doesn't even really offer or wait for her to say she's cold, he'll notice and just take his coat/hoodie off and wrap it around her.

Esme. And he does it all the time. She weighs next to nothing to him and he'll throw over his shoulder and slap her ass too lol

They both would do something like that I think :)

That's a tough one. I think Tyler would try to be the punny one and she loves herself a good pun. So she'd roll her eyes at first and then laugh

Tyler will bring Esme favourite things she likes. A cup of tea, her favourite flavour cupcakes, a bowl of ice cream. And some time alone. He'll take the kids out so she gets a nap or some peace and quiet. Esme would give him a lot of affection. It's her love language and he's come to expect it and enjoy it

Tyler would pick a pair of yoga pants for her and a top that doesn't even reach her navel. No bra. He's a man of simple tastes and needs. Esme would pick for him a pair of well fitting jeans, white t-shirt, backwards ball cap

Tyler has no family really, and Esme kept him and what he does for a living from her family for quite a while. He isn't well liked. They believe he basically 'stole' her and keeps her away from them on purpose.

Tyler would be the customer. She'd be the cute little barista that puts a smiley face (and eventually her phone number) on the side of his cup

They always have to touching it seems. On the couch their arms and the sides of their thighs always touch, he always places a foot against hers under the kitchen table. Sometimes she'll (while on the couch or sitting on the beach) wraps both arms around one of his and lean into him.

Tyler always has her tea made for her when she first wakes up. Always. And she will leave him little love notes all over the house or just come into the gym and bring him water. Just little "I'm thinking of you" things.

I think they'd go away if they had the financial means. If not, dinner out, a night at a hotel :)

Esme knew very early that she loved him. She told him on the bridge (in the main series) when she thought he was going to die that she was in love with him. In the small three shot, she told him while he was in a coma. Tyler waited a bit longer. In the main series she was pregnant with Millie and they were sitting on the couch watching tv and she was running her hands over her belly and he just blurted it out.

Tyler does that a lot with her. Usually a kiss on the top of the head.

Esme would make him one. Lots of classic rock! AC/DC, Zeppelin, CCR, Skynyrd just to name a few.

Tyler. He has his moments ;)

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[thingsdtwears]

Remember how Tennant picked his name?

Here’s the Pet Shop Boys: Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe.

Here’s David Tennant on the tube.

x

LMAO. He even did that dumbass thing with the brim.

[cloveroctobers]

HARRY ZHONG (MITCHELL-WHITE)

IG info/bio: @/heedful.harry | 15.6k followers| hi, I’m Harry and I’m a business major. No, You don’t have to hold your applause 🧐

21 years old

From York, England

Cancer sun + ARIES MOON energy

He and his younger brother, Archie were foster children in the Mitchell-white household

which consisted: Harrison Mitchell and his daughter from a previous marriage, Briony, Piers White and together they had a surrogate carry their child, which gave them their second daughter, Pippa

Later they came to the decision to adopt Harry and Archie Zhong, if only that’s what they wanted too

It took longer for Harry to warm up to the family since he was still waiting and wishing for his mom to come back for them

He was diagnosed with IED around 15 years old

Goes to therapy for it and meetings with others with similar issues...he dreads the meetings since it makes him feel like he has a problem or something, which HE DOES but it makes him feel like a...but he knows that’s a ignorant way to think

He’s currently a business major and loves telling people about it *yawn* (don’t drag me lmao)

He’s thinking he’ll be a Financial analyst or a Marketing manager

The type of person who’s done a lot in his short life that it’s often unbelievable ex.) telling the villa he’s driven one of the cars that was used in the fast and furious franchise & getting pissed when bill and everyone else didn’t believe him

Harrison is a train driver and is normally bubbly + wears bright preppy clothes

He also loves Broadway, much to Harry’s annoyance...if he hears one more Hamilton song he’s gonna slam his head thru a wall stg

Piers is a music producer and is more reserved or “stand-off-ish” until he gets warmed up to you + his aesthetic is a rocker, yeah he’s got the whole tattoos and boots thing going for him, after all he was in a rock band

Piers makes the most $ and is of high status, which brought him and his family perks but is not a snob about it...it’s whatever ya know?

Harry’s closer to piers, feels he understands him more & can be kinda rude to Harrison when he’s in one of his moods but tries to be better at responding to him since he made him cry once years ago — yes he felt like complete shit afterwards

Harry is anemic so he always finds himself cold, experiencing fatigue, irregular heartbeat, and if he gets up too fast or moves too fast? Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the—FLOOO000R! (I’m making this joke as a person with anemia)

Likes cold weather since everyone else can feel what he feels on the daily

Plus he loves dressing for winter season, trench coats, wool coats, turtle necks, thermal t-shirts, fleece pants, rolled up beanies that keeps his ears covered and his hair glued to his forehead...you name it!

On the regular? He’s a khaki’s kinda guy, dress shirts, and loves wearing suit and ties...he’s not the biggest fan of jeans. He loves dressing fancy unless the measurements are bloody awful

I’m going by the alternative design for Harry and...whew! Then he’s 6’1 if we’re talking about the one they gave us then we all know he has a baby face, so I’d say he’s about 5’8

He’s got long legs + arms and hates how majority of his pants barely fit around his ankles

has dry scalp too

I feel like he’s pretty intelligent and sometimes it can come off as a know it all, yet, he’s always down to help people & isn’t condescending while doing so

He knows how to make soaps and would sell them on his etsy account in highschool where plenty shat on him for it so for awhile he stopped the hobby until Harrison encouraged him to keep at this if it was what makes him happy

Harrison is the type of parent you go to for comfort and hugs even if it might feel like he’s smothering you

Piers is the one who lets you come to him when you’re ready to talk about it, no pressure

Harry went to a high school that focused on technology so he’s all into the latest gadgets

This is a secret but he only got a apple watch to feel like a true spy

His intelligence got him somewhere with a few ladies ;)

He’s a certified freak, 7 days a week and had a handful of hookups and about 4 gfs in his life so far

He’s kinky!!!

& has a f**t fetish

His past relationships were not long relationships, which sucked but Harry felt like...this might sound arrogant, but it’s either their lost — although there was never any bad blood with his breakups! or his person was still out there somewhere...

I haven’t fully played his route (AJ stole my ass since I couldn’t romance seb or Nicky sorry) but I’ve seen screen caps and he’s a total sweetie if he’s really committed to you, you might be his “true love”

He’s nervous opposed to his usual confidence when he’s chatting to other ladies with ease, with you it’s different, it’s magnetic, nerve-wrecking, butterflies, electric, and exciting all wrapped in one

I feel like he shows his love language with quality time but also enjoys physical touch from his partner

Picky eater

But he was worst as a child! Barely ate anything which led to him being lanky or it’s in his genes but mostly he wouldn’t eat a damn thing

These are a few of his favorite things: figs, green tea, and almond milk

makes the best spring rolls with the rice paper, those are superior than fried! “Fried food will kill u u know!” “Okay bill.” “Iona, don’t know if u had too much to drink but, erm I’m Harry.” “R/WHOOOOssssh! And you’re s’pposed to be the smart one, yeah right.”

outside of the villa he found himself continuing his friendship with bill—even tho he pisses him off sometimes since he’s always got some shit to say but they’re probably the closest, Iona she’s always honest and is always a good time to be around when they hang out, Then there’s Camilo and Miki that he hangs out with too

Is the first one sharing about his day in the group chat with all of the villa, he can feel half of them rolling their eyes at him since many feel he tends to exaggerate

if he’s not endgame with mc...he kinda feels a way that Genevieve found her happiness in seb instead of him, it’s not that he’s bitter—he genuinely liked her and felt like maybe they didn’t try hard enough but deep down knows relationships can’t be forced. It’s just his ego trying to control things that’s all! plus he was comfortable with vieve even if it felt more on a platonic side...oh well

once slid into jen from s1’s dms one dark stormy drunk night & admitted on live that erikah kinda gave him some tips before going on the show... & that he thought one of the new girls that entered the villa was a better fit than one of the originals from s2 which caused him to get blocked by said original OOP

Has a circle of close friends outside of the villa, they’re all brainiacs and have something going for themselves

Enjoys action films and biographical drama films like: James Bond, John Wick, and the social network

Isn’t ashamed to admit that he loves using sheet face masks but isn’t the greatest at following a consistent skincare routine

Has his own back massager that he spent a lot of $ on since it wouldn’t go on sale and then a week later...it went on sale

sends a lot of “🙃🙂” texts when you piss him off

probably worked at GameStop, the apple store, Godiva, and currently works at a electronic repair shop for a side of cash but is looking for a internship since he’ll be graduating next year

Always Keeps cough drops on him? 

is a huge cuddler & falls asleep easily

His brain is always active, experiences REM sleep often

fav video games are tekken & hitman

owns a drone now 😏

also loves strategic board games & riddles

Took quarantine life seriously, did his research before it completely broke globally and started buying shit excessively in person and online that he sent most to his family before the campus shut down

Is the friend that will check on his friends :)

Keeps his dorm and his room back home CLEAN af, is OCD about everything being in order/organized. Will know if you touched his shit, Archie felt his wrath many times before

Has a life goal board in his closet, & plans to be fully established by 25. More power to ya Harry!

Celeb crushes: Victoria justice, Jesy Nelson, Deepika Padukone, Brec Bassinger, jasmine tookes, and princess Mae

Who does he listen to? oceanfromtheblue, Galimatias, Ta-Ku, Aries, Tyler, the creator, rich Brian, NIKI, viji, & AJR

Anthem = DPR IAN, “So beautiful”

[beyoncesdragon]

Mémoire d’une odeur (Harry Styles x Reader)

Requested: Nah fam 

Warnings: It's sad. and melancholic. and I listened to The Impossible; main titles by Fernando Velázquez when I wrote it. Also, I have the perfume and it's heaven in a bottle. You have been warned

My Masterlist this can also be found on my Wattpad 

The turquoise blue bottle caught the light of the afternoon sun and seemed to glow, drawing colourful specks on Harry's face. With a quick move he grabbed it and took it off the table next to him. The slender bottle rested cold and heavy in his hand, the golden lid screwed open and loose on its neck. It seemed to him, as if it's sweet smell would waver around him like a protecting bubble of memories. Staring into the sunset, Harry felt tears prickling in his eyes – just very soft, a sweet reminder that he missed you still. And whenever he rose the bottle up to his nose, he felt you again. Alessandro and Alberto Morillas, the master perfumer had done a wonderful job in capturing the unique smell that you had carried around you, despite never meeting you. They had went through different scent palettes with him, whenever he described a scent. First he had almost found it overwhelming, but with time, he found his routine and place in between the hundreds of scents. He remembered mentioning jasmine at some point and Alessandro and Alberto had showed him a palette of over twenty different types of jasmine flowers and combinations.

He had went through tea jasmine, the Arabic jasmine, the star jasmine when he had finally found the right one: the Indian coral jasmine, smelling the strongest at night. And he remembered you vividly, as if you just kissed his cheek and ran away. The scent was mixed with camomile. It came from the shampoo you always used, and the camomile tea, you favoured. Especially with a little bit of honey. The whole flat always smelled like it, a heavenly mixture of honey and camomile. In between all the camomile and jasmine, there was the first shy scent of orange and coral, coming through when you wore it for some time. Those where the oils you had used on a daily basis, especially the orange oil. Harry had often watched how you applied it in front of the mirror, after the make-up and hair process you went through every morning. It was a drop on your left wrist, a drop on the right wrist, then you rubbed them together and up to your neck, dabbing the oil on both sides of your neck and under the jawline. Mixed with the orange and coral, there was the faith smell of musk, whenever you stole one of his perfumes again and it hadn't faded completely. It was Harry's personal little speck of himself among the memory of you, the little him, he had needed there as if to be close to you again. Another scent that Harry had almost forgotten, but had to be in it, was vanilla. It was a scent that had never belonged specifically to you, but had always been around you somehow. Maybe it came from the coffee you liked with a little bit of vanilla, maybe it came from something at your workplace that smelled like vanilla. You had never smelled it, even though you tried, but Harry had. Like a base note, there was a faith smell of cedar. Whenever you travelled and wherever you went, you had your little jewellery box with you. It was made of cedar wood, and whatever clothing item you had wrapped around it for protection, carried the distinctive balsamic scent for days. Harry had always made fun of how you smelled like a tree walking around, but he had liked the scent. It was calming, made him relax and wherever he smelt it, he couldn't help but turn around as if to search for you – only to then realise that there was no use in searching for you anymore. You wouldn't come back, never again. The very last scent he had named was sandalwood. You had always hated the scent the car fresheners and never found it anyhow appealing. Until (and Harry could still remember the slightly embarrassed look of yours) you had bought a sandalwood diffuser. The scent was just very soft and faint, very unlike the dominant perfume that is spread by those freshener trees, you had hated. It wouldn't cling to the clothes and fade completely after an hour if you took it out. You had loved that thing and never took it out of the car. It's distinctive soft and warm, scent immediately reminded Harry of you, not only your scent but your persona as well. Smooth, calming, precious sweet.

The bottle in Harry's hand seemed to grow heavier the longer he thought about you, and he placed it back on the table. Tomorrow it would launch for the world, thousands of people would buy it. Thousands would carry the smell of camomile, orange, jasmine, coral, cedar and sandalwood. Thousands would be able to smell that speck of musk, that tiny piece of Harry from between all of you. But no one would know about the one true memory that lived inside of Harry and now, partly, inside of the blueish green bottle with the golden lid. In fact, you could count the people who knew about you and Harry on two hands: Anne, Gemma, Mitch, Sarah, Tyler, Sammy, Jeff, Alessandro and Antonio. The public had never seen the two of you, not when you started to date first, not during anytime of your two year counting relationship and not in the end, when Harry drove to the hospital after a truck had rammed your car and smashed it off a small cliff. They hadn't gotten wind of him and his family attending to your funeral and leaving with puffy red eyes. And they hadn't seen him travel to Athena to stand in front of the temple of Athena Nike, his fingers brushing over one of the columns, the furthest one on the left side, his fingers crossing the path that you brushed over a year ago. It had been a gift of his to you, to visit the temple of Athena Nike with you. The picture he took of you , in front of the tall building was still printed out as a polaroid and carefully fixed in his leathery book. It was right below a little message you had scribbled into the book, you being the first and only person to ever be allowed to take a look into it.

"Harry, you are seriously talented and I love you. Cut your hair. All my love xx"

And so he had and you'd loved it.

He looked back to the bottle and carefully brushed with his finger over the grooved glass. You would've loved this bottle, the design and the colours. He could almost imagine you saying it, brows furrowed slightly, index finger caressing over the glass. "Looks Greece to me, doesn't it? I love the gold, it's extra. Like you, H." and he would nudge you and maybe, no most definitely, press a kiss on your cheek. With a soft sigh, Harry closed the cap of the bottle. The perfume lingered around him for a few minutes before fainting away, carried off by soft breeze. He got up, giving the bottle a sad smile before looking up into the burning sky. "That's all I've left of you. I hope you like it, if you are watching. Come around and tell sometimes." He whispered, and waited a few seconds as if expected an answer. Then he stepped off the veranda into the house, his step slow and collected. Anne watched quietly how her son closed the door behind him. Her eyes fell on the perfume bottle that still stood on the table outside. The bright light of the sun seemed to set it on fire and the gold cap gleamed. She turned around and stepped away from the window. Harry stood in the kitchen, preparing himself a mug of tea. "She would've loved it Harry." Anne whispered quietly and on Harry's face spread a small smile. "You think?" she nodded, wrapping her arms around her son. "I do." He rested his head on top of hers, watching silently how the sun disappeared and the flames that danced in the bottle before, died down. "It's like...I bottled it up. All of it. My memories of her. And whenever I need her, I can just open it and she'll be here again. Even if I ever...stop loving her. If I move on. I will never let myself forget about her." Anne nodded softly, but saying nothing. There was nothing to be said anymore, not even goodbye. And it was alright.

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- Kissy, Nica