#also if u know me then u know me being addicted to a new tv series is BIG. i hate tv
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stop asking me why iâm smiling at my phone iâm literally just watching my lady jane edits okay???????
#CHEESING#my lady jane u have to stop u smoke too tough ur swag too different theyâll kill u#PLEASE TUNE IN#itâs so fucking funny#and also the lead actors are soooo good together#iâm trying not to inhale it in one sitting#im showing restraint#also if u know me then u know me being addicted to a new tv series is BIG. i hate tv#the last time this happened was the rise of the pink ladies and we all know how that endedâŠ#my lady jane#tv
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NEW WRITER?! yesss
reader is scared Em is cheating on her but he actually proposes :333 fluffy fluff fluff :333
(also do u do b rabbit and what like eras of eminem do u do :3)
-đȘ
A/N: Thx for ur request đȘ! For now I will most do for 00's Em (Slim-) but I accept req for nowdays also. And, for now, I wont do BRabbit bc I don't remember a single thing from 8 Mile.
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Warning: Mention of smoking.
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When he told you that he was going to be late home you were already bitting your bottom lip nervously, thinking about all the other times that he told you that his kisses with the fangirls, random hook ups, topless girls and misstress were done by the time he laid his eyes on you, slowly believing that it was all a lie and that you're probably the most funny joke on his friend group since you two got together.
If not, why would him pass nights out, be home late and forget to message or call you, did you do something wrong? You doubt, a cheater would cheat even if he had the most perfect partner with them. So why you want to cry, thinking that you could be just like this girls from the magazines he used to read?
You groan angrily as you get up, going for the living room, maybe playing a game or reading a fairytale for Halie would make you forget about what Marshall can be doing behind your back. But the little girl is sleeping heavily next to the cereal bowl she insisted to have because she would eat everything â even if you know she would eat three balls and forget about the snack how could you decline it for these big cute eyes? â You sigh, heading to the girl and carressing her cheek before getting the bowl and returning all the snack to it's previous box.
You don't want to go out â it's dangerous to let the little girl alone â Neither watch TV â did you even pay it? â Letting out another groan you go to the shared bedroom, looking out for a cigarette.
A bad habit that could turn into a dangerous addiction, you know, but who would care anyways? Your cheating boyfriend that would not.
Looking more deeply into the closet your hand bump into a box between the folded sweaters. You raise an eyebrow in confusion as you take it. Of course. You knew that he didn't threw away the magazines since their box still on his side of the closet.
You sit on the bed, getting more and more angry, frustrated, and sad as you open the box, just to find no magazine but another smaller black box. And you could recignize it.
Letting out a small scream as you threw it on the other side of the bed you put your hands infront of your mouth â in a pure state of shock.
So he wasn't hiding anything about other woman at all, it was wedding rings, wedding rings for you... Wait, a wedding ring for him to ask your hand in marriage?
You giggle as you let out another small scream, taking and opening the black box and getting the ring from inside it.
It fit perfectly on your ring finger. It was beautiful. Not like a super expensive diamond ring these famous hot girls you read about get, but still the most perfect ring on world, your â future â ring.
You giggle again as you put the ring in the box and the box in the other box. Putting everything back to where you found it.
You get your cellphone and opens the chat with Marshall, his last message being him being sorry for not getting home soon today, you answers back saying for him to come back as late as he can because you have a surprise for him.
You put your phone on your purse, putting the strap on your shoulder before going to Halie and waking her up.
"Hey, princess. Wake up we're going out."
"Where are we going?"
"For this beauty dalon you came with me on the other day. I need to get pretty for your father."
"Why?"
"Because he just made me the happiest girl alive without knowing."
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#eminem x reader#eminem fanfiction#eminem#slim shady x reader#slim shady#marshall mathers x reader#marshall mathers fanfiction#marshall mathers#fluff#marriage#fanfic#imagine#x reader
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okay you found me (well the account that wanted to be found anyways đ).
love the responses about the sibling dynamics (although i'm under the impression that the sĂĄmi people hate finland [for good reason]). somewhereville usa is so real [although if you're wondering, you got the vibe of most of the midwest down. much of the suburbs are very anywhereville].
i read your rereading ĂŸr post and one thing i want to add is that i hc that emil was wearing a hot topic logo t shirt (although apparently they don't sell those???). what's another small hc you have about the five?
kksdjlk SORRY!! the activity page on this acct is slow, i notice when i get new followers :P
the sapmi/sĂĄmi irl probably do, but historically speaking, theyre probably closest-ly related to the finnish out of the nordics...maybe. but she could just as well have been adopted. ummm of all the concerning implications ĂŸetta has that i should probably make a long disclaimer about , the sapmi oc thing is the last thing i was thinking ab but maybe ill tack that on whenever i put it together. im thinking last chapter... "im sorry to every nordic person and especially the icelanders in real life for implying you(r natl reps) do incest. i have a fetish and im doing a bit. please stop blocking me on ao3 i didnt even know u could do that"
thank you for the midwestie endorsement!!! it means a lot fr! :D im basing a lot off of TV and somewhat my own experience in the american suburbs. btw this lot live one town over from you so watch out next time u see a blond guy
i could make up headcanons for them all day long ... or i guess in this AU everything i say is canon actually. whoa . thats a lot of power
everyone has a nicotine addiction lowkey (except emil? so far) im talking vapes (timo) im talking zyns (mads) and normal ciggies too (sig) (ber is all of the above)
sig in high school was angry and confused and kind of a freak. i think he wore gir hoodies. he would have loved myspace era jeffery star and being an awful diva but he was doomed to something else entirely by association with the magic (the gathering) club
mads' peak golden retriever bf era was high school. he played sports, he was popular, he started a band with his friends... he just didnt have a plan afterwards and burnt out (temporarily?). SAD
ber was graduating hs ab the time sig and mads were starting. i think he was in band, brass section, socially awkward and a kissless virgin. he thinks back on hs and gets embarrassed about the way he was, but minus the virginity he hasnt changed one bit.
timo is an enigma to me. i have trouble pinning him down. i think he could have been one of those theater kid furries but hes also outgoing and generally likeable by the school population (showers regularly). just kind of a weirdo!
WAIT . THE REST OF THIS LIST IS GOIGN TO BE GOOD ONES
(not incl timo) their shared grandparents were first cousins, and it was less weird back then. :) no, they do not know this. when the day comes he finds out, mads will go into a downwards spiral of "we should have done this thing proper, me and sig could have been married"
timo's full time job is doing furry commissions on xitter and vrchat. im talking some real degen illustrations. he is soon going to start an autobiographical webcomic about furries doing incest (names changed to protect identity) and people online will call him a LARPer and the story unrealistic and it will piss him off so much
fun fact the rest of the town is minorly fleshed out, i used to talk more ab other things too... alfred and gilbert do crossfit with mathias and they do gay shit in the locker rooms and are about 1 flash of insight away from admitting they have a 3p fuckbuddy thing going on but nah nah theyre bros they hang out its fun its lighthearted its male bonding. working out together just does something for the libido you know how it is
gilbert is dating erzsebet (there was a whole sideplot with them and roderich but i forgor it) and alfred is a Sigma Male Who Is Too Cool To Date A Woman but he actually has a weird thing with matthew going on behind closed doors
most of the heta characters are out there in the town and a lot of them went to high school together. or something. england was one of the teachers... aughhhh its been so long since i was talking ab the au the details r murky fml
#p#thx for ur patience im stpid busy lately#emil deserves a hot topic shirt for all hes gone thru. i think he should work there part time and get one for a uniform
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May i respectfully ask how you can enjoy a ship if u didn't see the show for canon's sake?? đđ
Hey Anon! :)
Talking about Sterek are we, right?? :D
Upon reading your ask, I reflected on how I got into the Sterek fandom in the first place, and wow what a nice journey down the memory lane!!
Short answer to how I can enjoy a ship if I didn't see the show?
COLDFLASH.
Confused, are you? =D
The longer version of my babbling is under the cut, and so very sorry about that, coudn't help myself! :D
In case you don't know about the Coldflash ship, Anon, just a quick word. Tis the hero/villain ship from the Flash tv-show, aka Barry Allen/Leonard Snart.
THEM:
I started following this ig account ss.sterek [@holycafe if I'm not mistaken], liking all the coldflash posts, then getting curious about their other posts as well.
This is how Sterek came to be.
At first, it was a polite indifference, but the more I saw the sterek posts the more it got interesting to me, until one day I started searching for any Sterek content.
Until I started searching for any content on Tumblr, specifically.
Until I liked so many incorrect quotes and crack posts about this so-called Sourwolf and Spaz.
At some point their dynamic became SO addicting, I decided to start reading fics.
Did I understand any of the mentionned canon? Heck no.
(The Teen Wolf Wiki Page was a huge help in that regard, explaining to me what a kanima or a nogitsune was for example.)
Still, I remember the first fics I read were about Stiles being Pack Mom to the Wonder betas!! =D
Also fics closely (ish) related to canon...So yeah they always referred to stuff happening in the show that I usually didn't get...
With patience, some research, and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FICS, I began grasping things and characters surrounding the Sterek pair.
So I may not know about the Derek and the Stiles from the show, but I know of the fandom version of them.
Beleive me, it puzzled me how big it got to me. (BUT I'M LOVING IT!)
Like I probably have 2,000 bookmarked Sterek fics on AO3 plus the ones I've yet to read on my marked-for-later and the other ones I read without bookmarking them (rookie mistake xD).
I think the writers and the Sterek content creators have taken the grumpy-sunshiny & dry-sarcastic dynamics and wrote....how to say it? almost different characters than from the show? To the point I didn't need the show to understand them.
Nor did I wish to.
Actually, I tried watching after S06 got out, but didn't last more than 15 min maybe? My brain was too wired up on the Sterek vibe to fully appreciate the show. (Maybe my teenage ass would have liked it... But as I was watching soooo maaaaany tv-shows already, it was impossible to start watching Teen Wolf, and when I first heard of Sterek I was at Uni and really didn't have the time - But OH LORD THE NUMBER OF FICS I READ... My life saver to countless sleepless nights unable to close my eyes xD)
I've only watch THE famous Sterek Supercut!!!! :D <3
I don't know if you are aware of my Tumblr really, but if you are, you may notice I'm VERY MUCH INTO PLANES AND PILOTS these days... (okay it's been a year)....
YEAH YEAH YEAH TALKING ABOUT TOP GUN AND TOP GUN MAVERICK AND BLONDE AND BRUNET PILOTS SO WHAT OF IT?!
*I'm super chill, whatddyamean???? :D*)
Make NO mistake though, Sterek is still a favourite pair of mine, and I AM OH SO GLAD to see old and new content popping up in my dash. Still reblogging and reading!!!!!!!!!
ETERNAL STEREK!
Thank you to the original account that got me into Sterek. Thank you to THE STEREK FANDOM FOR CREATING THE MOST AMAZING CONTENT AND FICS.
Dear you go, Anon, rambles over. :D
(((I started writing the reply in the morning, and it is now the evening. I got distracted by real life stuff in the middle, and I AM EXHAUSTED. I hope you can make sense of all the babbling (or word-vomit, more like it.) I won't be reading again cause otherwise I'll keep adding stuff :D))
Have a good day Anon! ;)
#answered anon ask#coldflash got me into sterek :D <3#and I'm ever so grateful for it! <3#eternal sterek#sterek is eternal#I love sterek#I also mentionned coldflash and top gun.... AND I LOVE YOU TOO.#good lord this bean needs sleep xD#đredđfurryđcatđtagđ
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tell me ab your bug and cat playlist!!!! (this is my main Iâm zodoods dhsjvdsjj)
HI ZO đ!! THANK U FOR INDULGING MY SILLY LITTLE SONG LISTS! iâll give you a song or two from a couple <3
Chat Noir
Break (Alex G) - oh my god it just screams his sacrificial tendencies paired with his love for ladybug. obsessed with this song for him. I also see these sort of reflections? of other sides of him in this song? âI could disappear, if this is what makes you feel so realâ cat walker out the fucking wazoo hello! âIn my head I see bright lights⊠I think Iâm feeling it now just like you didâ âAnd Iâll break for you baby cause you make it feel so goodâ CHAT BLANC HELLOOOOOO!! anyways iâm super normal about this song and totally donât have any plans to animate anything to this đïž
Ladybug
happy news for sadness (Car Seat Headrest) - i see this song fitting both LB and mari! the obvious line being âYou can never tell the truth but you can tell something that sounds like itâ relating to how deeply she values honesty and truth, but ends up having to lie and hide things from almost all the people in her life. âEverytime I think about love, I think about me thinking about you ⊠Everytime I think about love, I think about you thinking about meâ sorry this is just so fucking ladynoir? thinking about you as in thinking about adrien, this boy iâve devoted myself to loving, but when i think about love I also think about you, chat noir, thinking about me, ladybug, the girl youâre so openly in love with. how can those both be love when theyâre so different? how can they both be the truth? are they even?
Marinette
Gambling Addiction (Leanna Firestone) - iâm so insane bonkers crazy for this song ITS SO GOOD GO LISTEN TO ALL OF LEANNAS MUSIC anyways. how marinette falls quite literally head over heels when sheâs in love! but she ultimately feels like sheâs always playing a losing game! I also love the whole concept of marinette being both luck as ladybug and unlucky as herself with always saying the wrong thing, falling over, etc. âI wanna be pulling lucky numbers and praying to lucky stars, finding four leaf clovers and counting all my cards but iâm walking under ladders, seeing black cats, spilling table salt, and stepping on every crackâ âso iâm crossing all my fingers, iâm pressing all my luck cause I know misfortune just wonât be enough to keep me from betting it all on love againâ
Adrien
TV (Alex G) - adrienâs relationship with his parents! especially with emelie just sort of being gone? and he never gets to have that closure? ESPECIALLY WITH HER BEING AN ACTRESS?? AND GABRIEL NOT LETTING ADRIEN WATCH HER ROLES?? âI get feelings from the TV, they canât hurt me, they donât know meâ âHe gets lonely, he forgets me and he bought us a TV cause you donât come around anymoreâ IDK GUYS I CANT PUT IT INTO FUNCTIONAL WORDS BUT DO U SEE THE VISION??
Chat Blanc
The Wolf (Fever Ray) - i love this song for chat blanc so much! (here is a drawing i did with lyrics from it!) I just am so obsessed with the vibe and tone, how deep and echoey it is, but with the intermittent hollers! it gives a very specific feeling, I love it. âAnd itâs poison in his blood. Big fire, big burn, into the ashes and no returnâ just like a perfect reference to everyone being turned into literal ash! it works so well with the chaotic, destructive nature of blanc.
Shadybug
DICTATOR (REI AMI) - i think the general vibe of the song is so fitting for her! especially the really direct transition to a much softer and emotional tune/lyrics! RAAAA itâs just so telling of how she makes shadybug into this terrifying powerful figure that can and will hurt anyone in her way when sheâs just marinette, this lonely teenager with one too many problems and a shitty/dangerous coping mechanism! âI am not your queen, iâm your dictator. bend the fucking knee, yeah bitch, that was an order! what you say to me, huh? bitch speak louder! you know i reign supremeâ itâs just screams shadybug to me. also hehehehe reign supreme get it
Adrinette
Romeo & Juliet (Peter McPoland) - okay imma be so fr this one makes me feel a little too silly in the heart so i unfortunately do not have the words to explain but please imagine and chew on these lyrics âIâd say âoh I love youâ to my Juliet, if you only knew, iâd kill for you, i am for you, i am just who you need me to beâ âi hope you mean it when you say that I am yours and you are mineâ
I Love You Too (Peter McPoland) - iâm a sucker for this manâs music he makes some bangers but yeah this song it just screams adrinette to me. especially post season five, seeing them get to explore starting a relationship together and navigate their own love!! also just really shows how devoted adrien is to loving marinette, how he holds her to no expectations, values her comfort and happiness above all else during their interactions LIKE GOD HE LOVES HER SO MUCH HES WILLING TO SIT AND WAIT AND LOVE HER IN SILENCE UNTIL SHES READY FOR IT TO BE AS LOUD AS IT FEELS!! IDK!! âi love you too, too much to sayâ âi love your hands held close to mine, the way that our fingers all intertwineâ
Ladynoir
Best Song Ever (One Direction) - guys. do i even have to explain. it is so chat flirting with ladybug. it is so entirely season one ladynoir. âmaybe itâs the way she walked straight into my heart and stole itâ âI said âcan i take you home with me?â she said ânever in your wildest dreamsââ
Shameless (Camila Cabello) - some fun ladynoir reveal brain food! lb getting fed up with identities clogging her emotions and deciding to throw it aside and let chat make the decision himself âitâs been a secret for the longest timeâ ânow that you have me, do you want me still?â
Marichat
HandClap (Fitz and The Tantrums) - ok itâs honestly just the part âEvery night when the stars come out, am I the only living soul around? Need to believe you could hold me down cause Iâm in need of something good right nowâ BUT HEAR ME OUT!! Marinette and Chat seeking each other out when they need comfort, someone to vent to. Finding each other, making this connection and this safe space with so much warmth and care between them that it grows from just mutual support to adoration. I need something good right now, I need you.
Vampire Empire (Big Thief) - tbh iâm not like 100% sure what about this song is so entirely marichat to me but. it is. More angsty, it makes me think of marinette and chat trying to foster a romance between them but it just tasting⊠stale? like a dead plant drowning from being overwatered. âthe milk has just expired, all the leaves are dead. Iâm not quiet, youâve been quiet, just receiving what you said.â They do want each other, and thereâs such intense love between them, but it just always feels like theyâre going about it the wrong way. âWhere you canât seem to hold me, canât seem to let me go, so I canât find surrender, and I canât keep controlâ
Ladrien
Sports (Beach Bunny) - Ladybug getting to explore Adrienâs hobbies with him as they get close! spending her time with him, learning any new skill heâs willing to teach just to make him happy âif you feel lonely, I could be lonely with you! Tell me baby, why do you seem so blue?â but eventually kind of getting tired of playing these games around their feelings and just wanting to be with him outside of these activities âIâm tired of waiting, I was never good at sports. Save the games for the girls on the tennis courtsâ
Weâll Never Have Sex (Leith Ross) - THE SOFTNESS!! THE GENTLENESS!! THE CARE AND COMPASSION AND LOVE AND SIMPLICTY! âIf I said you could never touch me, youâd come over and say I looked lovelyâ ITS JUST SO THEM!! Adrien respecting these boundaries, listening to his lady, caring for and loving her regardless of what form it comes in. âOh you kissed me, just to kiss me, not to make me cry. Itâs was simple, you are sweetness, letâs just sit a whileâ
#carpetbug playlists#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#ml#marinette#marinette dupain cheng#adrien#adrien agreste#ladybug#chat noir#adrienette#adrinette#ladynoir#marichat#ladrien#chat blanc#shadybug#toxinelle#HOLY SHIT THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR A FUCKING MINUTE#ZO THANK U FOR THE ASK MWAH I LOVE YOU IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG#only the best for my silly little song lists that make me feel too much#for anyone else who sent asks about my playlists I PROMISE I WILL ANSWER THEM!! I AM JUST SLOW!!#carpetbug answers
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tagged by @thenelse to list 8 shows to get to know me better. thank u mutual Then Else it's always lovely to be tagged by u <3 these aren't in any particular order but here we go
1.sharp objects is the seminal haus tv show, the book even moreso. gillian flynn writes female characters and protagonists in a way that is just gritty and gross and as whole characters who make mistakes and have grudges and shitty opinions. as a bitch who used to self harm, used to have substance abuse issues, and used to have a horrendous relationship with returning to my childhood home, i had never seen all of those issues wrapped into one traumatized character before, let alone a woman! the show is shot in a way that deliberately highlights the messy and seemingly nonsensible ways that trauma influences people and all of it is just!!! she just like me fr!!!
2. bojack horseman (stick with me here) is important to me in ways that i really cant articulate in an ask so i will just list things that come to mind about it: cycles of familial abuse and inherited trauma, the clutch that addiction can and does have on people (he just like me fr), complex grief, the way that mental illness and mental anguish do not make sense, people-pleasing as a means of self-destruction, acts that cannot be forgiven being committed by your loved ones and navigating that going forward, committing the unforgivable yourself and needing to find a way to move forward, the consequences of your own actions, grudges, self-preservation, asexuality, being in your 20s and 30s and 40s and 50s and 60s, change as an individual, stagnation as an individual, and the way that watching bojack horseman is impossible to pitch because how do you pitch a show about an alcoholic cartoon horse and his friends princess carolyn, mister peanutbutter, lernernerner dicarpricorn, and bobo the zebra as something that addresses all those previous things i just listed.
3. madmen is so sleek and stylish and well made that every time i think about it too much i end up watching the whole thing again. the way that they capture sunlight and daylight through high-rise buildings also makes me a little insane ngl. the music and the camera movements and the pacing and the costumes are just so consistent! it's perfect background noise and it's perfect deliberate watching. i think for me this falls under the personal because my mum loved it but passed away before the finale so every time i finish it i think about what she might have thought about it.
4. wentworth has some of the most consistent character writing that i have ever come across. i haven't finished it for homosexual reasons (only watched s1-s5) but there are character actions from the pilot that come into play late s5. there are so many instances of a character making a choice that you loathe and can't believe they're making not because they wouldn't, but because that's exactly what they would do in said instance. also, women! fat women trans women ugly women women of colour indigenous women grieving women angry women vicious women soft women alcoholic women gay women bisexual women abused women abusive women elderly women young young young women screaming women vengeful women broken women healing women determined women violent women. the relationships between all sorts of women! mentor and mentee, mother and child, inmate and guard, boss and employee, new girlfriend and old girlfriend, loyalty to the point of ruination, stalking, coercion, use, resentment, rivalry!!! it makes me crazy
5. killing eve s1&2 were so so so special. s3 and s4 had their moments and i will not say more than that but characters like eve and villanelle hadn't been seen before and i doubt will be seen in the future. i also have +500k words of fic written about them so i feel like im contractually obligated to mention it
6. the good place ohhh the good place !!! the good place said how can we fault people who want to be good but were born into circumstances where they cannot be!!! there is always good to be found in trying to help others!!! what matters is if people are trying to be better than they were the previous day!!! how can we hold it against people who are not given kindness and love and support!!! the fact that life ends is what makes living it so beautiful!!! i am going to start crying
7. futurama was there for me in a lot of ways when i didn't have much else that was as stable as that 9:30pm timeslot. there is a lot of negative things/criticisms that i could and often do say about it but there are a few very special moments from a few very special episodes that mean enough to me that i still hold it dearly: the opera. the story that follows fry's brother naming his son after fry and how that son went on to be the first man on mars. when leela has the bee sting and wakes up from her coma and sees that fry has been waiting for her. when fry is given the opportunity to go into his sleeping mother's dream (from a time when she was alive- there's time travel, kind of, it's a whole thing. at this point she's long dead) and says "i have so much to tell you" before just looking at her and pulling her into a bruising hug. as someone who frequently has dreams in which i am able to speak to my deceased mum, that will never fail to make me cry.
8. arrested development sucks so bad but goddamnit if it isn't also the wildest and most absurd shit to exist. i reblogged a post the other day that was about it's impact on culture and it's true!!! "it's one banana Michael, what could it cost? ten dollars?", "dead dove: do not eat", "well, i don't want to blame it on 9/11, but that certainly didn't help", "good for her", "i don't understand the question and i won't respond to it", "oh mercy me, i forgot that were in the colonies!" ALL being from the same show?? insane. the humour of arrested development is absolutely coloured by the time it was made in but holy shit all of it is so sharp and hysterical. also the fact that sometimes if you're trying to explain a joke to someone who hasn't watched it you have to go on an insane tangent that is 100% just the events of the show that happened but it sounds completely nonsensical is [chefs kiss]
tagging @herbeloveve @lesbian-hannibal (ur url has made me realize i forgot nbc hannibal but im already here so NBC hannibal is an honourable 9th choice) @killinganya @killbillieve @horrid-queer @agaywithcoffee @annnnperkins and anyone else who wants to!!
#ask games#kind of??#tagged games#i was tagged in This#rose i like how u tagged me under being curious ab my answers bc now i am curious ab ur curiosity
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this gif is everything skdjdjfn and this is my first alphabet! so give me love and constructive criticism.
taglist: @punkgeekchic @visionsofsweettea @adoresobs @am4sawa @reblogsfandom @evarolines @somethingstuffy
Timothee Chalamet Fluff Alphabet
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Dates with Timothee are very very comforting and new at the same time. He LOVES getting out of the house and going to a city where shops are lining every corner and small cafes with coffee to die for. But he also loves to cook you dinner and rehash your days. Heâs quite a domestic person.
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Timothee finds all of you attractive. But his favorite thing to do is whenever youâre reading a book or the two of you are watching TV, and youâre at one end of the couch and heâs at the other end, he loves to run his hands up and down your legs while they rest in his lap. Drumming his fingers against your knees is like a calming thing
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
He doesnât talk, at all. Heâs an incredibly patient boyfriend who will sit there with you and sync your breathing while hugging you. He will listen for hours and hours to you talk about it. And if not, he makes tea for you and offers cuddles and comfortable silences. I mean, either way he always makes tea.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
He would love a family with you, he knows youâd be an incredible parent to his children. But heâs content being young, having new experiences and getting to be spontaneous. If he had to think about it, heâd like one or two children and maybe a dog. Living in a cozy but spacious home, of course thereâs a pool in the back.
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
well, when heâs in the mood, jealous/mad he definitely will be dominant (and especially in bed) but heâs in no way so dominant that you will feel like his maid or a child. But he really doesnât want to consider your relationship to be that way. Both of you are just you and treat each other equally.Â
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
He gets cold when heâs fighting with you. Timotheeâs a bit like a younger sibling while fighting, he knows how to push your buttons and wonât stop until he seeâs a reaction. But he has that guilty feeling wash over him so fast. Heâs very very easy to forgive you because how could he say no to someone like you??
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
SO GRATEFUL. He spoils like no other. If you point out that you like a pair of earrings, theyâre yours (it doesnât matter that theyâre pure diamonds) you mentioned that you want to see Italy? Tickets booked. And a great thing about him, on top of being a good listener is that he has a great eye. And he picks up on things and is quick to notice them. Which is a big reason heâs so successful in acting. Even if itâs something as simple as washing the dishes so he can relax, to something as kind as making him your very own fan gift.. he melts every time.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
Mmm, he certainly tries not to but everyone keeps secrets. There are things that both of you prefer to keep private but he wouldnât keep something like him kissing another woman a secret.
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
Youâve inspired him and fueled him to become a stronger actor even if youâre not one yourself. Some of your advice is seriously helpful, and some are unhelpful but hilarious. No matter what you will tell him, he knows youâre waiting at home or even at his set with open arms, waiting for him to win an award and fangirl online to other Timmy fans. It makes him blush and cause a billion butterflies to erupt in his stomach.
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
He trusts you 100% that you would never leave him, and he doesnât want to be one of those boyfriends who restricts their partner. But thereâs a part of him thatâs incredibly insecure and is convinced you can do better. There are some parts that WANT you to leave him and do better. He would never ever show it in public, but you can read him well. Youâll put a hand on his bouncing knee and kiss his jaw.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?Â
He knows heâs a damn good kisser as well as charmer. You had been on a couple of dates with him, on one you mentioned that it was on your bucket list to be kissed in the rain. He made sure to schedule a date when there would be rain and he took you on a picnic. Towards the end, it had started to pour and you were trying to run back to the car but he grabbed your face and kissed you so hard but so passionately. His curls were dripping and the sandwiches were ruined but the feeling was incredible.Â
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Rightttt after that kiss, in the car you were drying off and laughing with him while the radio was on in the background. The car was on but he wasnât driving. Instead, he turned to you and told you he was in love with you. Both of you had said âlove youâ but never âiâm in love with youâ
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
Heâs on the fence about babies but he knows for certain that he wants to marry you. You know that scene in The Office where Jim shows the engagement ring for Pam and is like âI got it 3 weeks into datingâ? Thatâs Timmy.Â
He brings you to a premire of one of his movies and at the end when all the creditâs are rolling, it says ây/n will you marry me?â and when you turn back around, Timmy is on one knee and Armie is most likely behind him crying his eyes out.Â
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
âBabeâ âBabyâ âMon cherieâ When you two are married, heâll join you in the kitchen while cooking dinner and call you âMrs Chalametâ before kissing your shoulder and beginning to chop veggies. Itâs just incredibly domesticÂ
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
so so so obvious and so in love. He shows you off as much as possible and talks about you on talk shows until heâs sure that the audience is annoyed and SNL mocks him (and even then, heâll continue)
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
he brags but he does know when to dial it back for your own privacy and humility. BUT that doesnât mean he wonât hold your hand in public, or banter with you on a twitter thread even if you both are right next to each other on the couch playing footsie
Q uirk - Some random ability they have thatâs beneficial in a relationship.
He has a great eye and is quick to pick up on things. Itâs almost as if he has certain senses and can tell when youâre having a bad day or upset. He just knows. Itâs incredible. Heâll run you a bath and order cake to indulge yourself in before you even get home.
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
The most sickley, fluffy, romantic, boyfriend that it makes me sick. Timothee would dye his hair rainbow and cut of his toes if it meant you would smile. On a more romantic note, he pulls out all the stops but itâs a bit more subtle?? Like he is very romantic but itâs not overwhelming. Thereâs no string quartet and private dining room but there will be jazz and dancing at midnight or a homemade ârestaurantâ with Timothee as a one man (messy) staff but itâs the best thing you could have ever come home to
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Heâs your head cheerleader and the most selfless human ever. Will cheer for you until his voice goes mute and even then, heâs the one clapping the loudest and crying the most.Â
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
both! Timothee is like a dog in some ways. Heâs energetic and needs new things, to be outside, to be social. But he craves hugs and cuddling, he adores late night talks with you or watching you make him breakfast while he scrolls through Instagram. Like I said, a very domestic guy.
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
He knowâs you like the back of his hand and he could spot you with his eyes closed and only by feeling your face. He knows your habits, and the food you hate, your terrible cooking skills, and the kind of dad jokes you tell, the anxiety ticks, and what shows youâll watch over and over again.
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is itâs worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Heâd go insane without you. Youâre addictive because you have a pure heart and a dirty mind and he falls in love the more you show that. He brings you back the weirdest things that remind him of you. Stationary cards with odd quotes, an antique necklace from the 40âČs, peach earrings (because he enables your teasing)
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
Heâs like the real version of âJOEY DOESNâT SHARE FOODâ but a little more loving lol âI love you, but Iâm willing to defend my friesâ
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
I said that heâs like a puppy! he needs kisses and scratches to his head (free scalp massage) and heâs a clingy puppy too. i mean, look at his eyes for the love of god.Â
Y earning - How will they cope when theyâre missing their partner?
he aches so bad. He is your cheerleader but he canât function without you. Youâre his cup of coffee, an antidepressant. Heâs fangirling inside for your new project but when he sees your mug or reaches to bring you close to his chest and youâre not there, heâs unable to fall asleep or make a cup of coffee.
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
Heâd travel to Mars and back if you asked him to. Just ask him, and he does it. One time, he was working on a movie with an actress who was quite snippy to you and he quit immediately, feeling incredibly guilty and nauseous. He got you very expensive lox and bagels one morning because you were whining about it the previous night. He doesnât want to close his eyes at night because thereâs so many things he wants to do before he goes on to the next day. But when he closes his eyes at night, itâs all you, you, you, you, you and how much heâs overwhelmed with total adoration for you
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noise complaints | myg
pairing: min yoongi x female reader
summary: yoongi is tired of his loud, video game addicted roommate, so he decides to move out and get his own apartment for some peace and quiet. but with his luck, gets you as his neighbor: a girl who plays bass in a band and hates the feeling of earbuds in her ears.
word count: 5.8k
genre: neighbor!au, producer yoongi, bassist oc, pwp ( ïŒâïŒ) i tried but rlly itâs just... smut
warnings: mature!! (18+!), explicit language, smut, making out, fingering, dom!yoongi, heâs a little mean
authorâs note: hi!!!!!! in honor of yoongiâs birthday, i wanted to post this fic that i had sitting in my drafts! i hope u enjoy!! (ÂŽâŁ`ÊÆȘ) pls let me know what u think!
banner pic creds here <3
yoongi doesnât know how to tell his roomate, mark, that his gaming obsession has driven him to take extreme measures that consist of: moving out. he never stops playing video games. all day, all night, his eyes are fixed on the computer or tv screen, always screaming to his team mates about where to go or whoâs fucking up. yoongiâs not sure if he can take it anymore.
heâs finally saved up enough to move into an apartment of his own, heâs been planning this for almost 6 months; already visited the apartment complex, discussed prices, background checks, etc. all yoongi really needs to do is finish signing the papers and start moving in.
he decides to just let mark know, no sugarcoat. as yoongi expected, mark practically begs on his knees for him to stay. his parents are paying for his share of the apartment but only if he splits the cost with a roommate, but yoongiâs gone through two years of it already, heâs over it. over the next few days, mark watches yoongi dejectedly as he packs his things.
by the end of the week, yoongi has finished packing and already signed the lease. he tells mark âgood luckâ and leaves him in the dust, hopefully heâll find another roommate, but thatâs beyond yoongiâs concern now. all he has to worry about now is unpacking his boxes in his brand new apartment.
he looks around at the empty space, with the boxes cornered in one section. he smiles to himself, no noisy roomates, no unwashed dishes, no dirty laundry, ah, finally. peace and quiâ
and thatâs when he hears the blare of your speakers, itâs not loud enough for the entire complex to hear, but the music obviously bleeds through the shared wall. yoongi groans, knowing that this could be a complete repeat of mark. heâs not sure if he should knock on your door and ask you to lower the music down, itâs only his first day here. donât you treat your neighbors with respect? why are you so loud?
yoongi decides to ignore it for now. he unpacks his things and starts furnishing the room so he can have a place to sleep for the night. when everything is put together, he feels the weight of the day; how much heâs been lifting and how heâs now renting an apartment hits him all at once. the dull pain resonates in his arms, his head starting to ache, and youâre still playing your fucking music. he canât take it anymore, especially not with this ache getting worse.
yoongi feels his fist knock angrily against your door three times, he waits for you to open the door. except, he was not expecting a pretty girl to answer, he was expecting maybe an obnoxious frat guy; heâs absolutely flustered. you stand there and look up at him confused, âhi? did you need something?â your voice snaps him out of his thoughts.
âiâmâ uh, iâm your neighbor, iâm sorry to disrupt, but if you could just lower your music down a bit, iâm really tired, andââ he starts but a gasp of excitement leaves you, cutting him off.
âmy neighbor?! that apartment has been empty for so long! iâm so sorry, i was just so used to no one being able to hear! welcome! iâm ___!â you greet him cheerfully, taking his hands into yours and shaking them. yoongi feels his cheeks turn pink, your hands are soft and youâre so pretty.
âmy name is yoongi,â he replies, he stands there not really knowing how to respond to the way youâre so excited. he wishes he could reciprocate but his head is pounding, all he wants to do is sleep.
you pick up on his energy, letting go of his hands to wave him off, âiâll turn the music off for today, get some rest, yoongi, if you need help, some sugar or something, you can always just knock on my door,â you smile.
yoongi nods, âthank you, ___, goodnight.â
âgoodnight, yoongi! nice meeting you,â you reply, closing your door. you blush behind the door, a neighbor? a cute one at that? thereâs a sudden rush of adrenaline pulsing through your veins, testing you, telling you to blast your music just so he could come back and you could look at him one more time. but you decide itâs better not to, he said he was tired, maybe tomorrow.
yoongi returns to his apartment, thankful that you kept to your word and kept the music off. his body drifts his pounding head to sleep.
two weeks had gone by before yoongiâs eyes, he spent most of it buying furniture since the apartment looked so bare. one upside to a loft apartment was that he didnât have to buy too much furniture, a bed, a couch, a tv, and maybe a rug was enough for him, for now of course.
in the time thatâs passed, heâs learned that you like playing music when youâre studying, cleaning, when youâre doing anything really. whenever he thinks itâs too loud, he knocks through the wall, you get the hint most of the time. heâs also learned that you can play the bass and that youâre in a band. speaking of that, youâre having a meeting with them right now, and yoongi can hear every word of it.
your band mates decided to barge into your apartment today, waking you from your study nap and telling you that you all need to practice. the volume of their voices is jarring, you never realized how loud you and your surroundings were until yoongi moved in. youâre suddenly conscious about your volume at all times, his knocks whenever you were loud always made you feel terrible, but you couldnât help but blush whenever you thought of him. you were torn, be loud and get his attention or be quiet and get on his good side.
â___! grab your shit and letâs go!â jungkook shouts. heâs the guitarist and lead singer of the band; he gets impatient sometimes.
âoh just let her daydream for a little bit, sheâs probably thinking about her hot neighbor,â seulgi teases. sheâs the drummer and your best friend. you donât let her comment pass so easily, but you try to ignore the way your face heats up.
âyou think heâs hot?â you quip back. a smirk on your face as you zip your bass into itâs case. yoongi is surprised at the way he can hear your voices so clearly, he wonders if you guys always talk this loud or if the walls are really that thin. âyou havenât even seen him yet,â you lug your bag over your shoulder.
âhe sounds hot.â she shrugs, taking a bite of the apple she stole from your fruit basket. jungkook grows more and more antsy the longer you both talk.
âwhereâs taehyung anyway?â you ask. the realization comes to you when you feel a missing presence, knowing your 4th member would say something about yoongi.
âhow nice of you to finally ask, heâs been waiting in the car for you slow pokes, letâs get going.â jungkook rushes, pushing you and seulgi out of the door. you turn to lock the door when you hear the door to your left slide open.
âoh my god, jungkook look, heâs hot.â seulgi smacks jungkookâs shoulder to make him look. your eyes are glued on the figure standing outside of apartment 77.
ïżœïżœïżœhiâ hey, yoongi,â you greet him while locking your door. itâs embarrassing the way the three of you are all almost drooling at the sight of him.
âhi, ___,â he sends a small smile to you, looking over to your bandmates hesitantly. yoongi notices jungkook, an assumption is made in his head almost immediately, boyfriend?
you scramble next to them and introduce them, âyoongi, these are my bandmates, seulgi, she plays the drums, and jungkook, he plays guitar and sings, thereâs taehyung too, he plays guitar too but heâ heâs um, in the car.â
âah, nice to meet you.â he nods, greeting them as well. âi actually have to get to work, but it was cool meeting you all,â he excuses himself. you all wave to him.
âway to be fucking awkward guys,â you scold them when youâre all walking to the car. taehyung looks up from his phone to see the three of you walking his way, he starts the car once you open the door.
âhey, not our fault heâs good looking,â jungkook shrugs and seulgi holds her hand up for a high five, which he gladly gives her.
ânot fair! you guys got to see ___âs hot neighbor while i was stuck in the car? i knew i should have just came in,â taehyung grumbles, pulling out of the apartment complexâs parking lot.
âit just so happened that he was leaving his apartment the same time we were, maybe youâll meet him too tae,â you rub his arm. a somewhat sarcastic tone in your voice. taehyung rolls his eyes, starting the drive to the studio.
the music in the car was overshadowed by taehyung and seulgi arguing about when you and yoongi would finally hook up. you had to remind them that he hasnât even been here a month yet, and that you guys barely talk besides the small hellos and awkward run ins when youâre doing laundry. it seems to keep them quiet, taehyung parks in the lot and you all move into the studio, making your way to the practice room the owners thankfully let you use to rehearse.
a couple songs are played and you all vote for a break. taehyung and jungkook having a guitar battle, seulgi leaning back against the wall on her phone, and you, need to pee! you leave the room and use the bathroom as usual, but a familiar bleach blonde head turns the corner and starts to walk down the hallway towards you, the breath youâre holding turns into a gasp when you realize itâs him. âyoongi?! why are you here?â
he looks up from the ground, looking as surprised as you when he realizes you were talking to him, âi work here, why are you here? are you following me?â he grills, you scoff at the question.
âiâm with my band, weâre rehearsing,â you explain. he raises his eyebrows, youâre not sure what it means. âyou donât believe me?â you pose.
âitâs just a little suspicious,â he shrugs, yoongi knows exactly what heâs doing. he hopes his hint makes sense to you, heâs never really been good at flirting. a familiar feeling erupts in his stomach, one that people could call butterflies whenever he saw you. he really just wants to see you play, and to hear you sing, thatâs what he wants the most.
âuh, i can bring you to them? i promise iâm here with my band,â you laugh, warmth spreading to your cheeks. there is no way in hell that youâre going to play in front of yoongi. you were confident sure, but your embarrassing crush on him will make your fingers shake when you try to press the strings down. itâll be a shitshow!
âcan i pee first?â his small laugh brings a smile to your face. boys pee fast, youâve learned that over time, so yoongi doesnât take long. youâre both walking back down the hallway, âyour boyfriend isnât angry that youâre with me?â the random question makes your steps stutter.
âiâm sorry, what? boyfriend?â your eyebrows are furrowed as you stare up at him, his face isnât showing any sign of humor, heâs serious.
âyouâre not dating one of your band mates? isnât that how it usually goes?â his lips purse as you continue to walk to the room that your band is occupying, heâs so serious that it makes you laugh.
âoh my god, yoongi, iâm single as a pringle, theyâre my best friends, our number one rule is to never date within the band, thatâs how things get messy,â you explain. a weight is taken off of yoongiâs shoulders, it wasnât his fault he thought of it; youâre beautiful and surrounded by people that probably want you as much as he does.
âoh,â he answers, you both turn the corner and approach the door, âgood to know.â the door opens to your three members looking at the two of you with raised eyebrows.
âoh my god, itâs him,â seulgi points to yoongi with her drumstick. you wave your hand to signal her to put it down, âitâs rude!â you mouth.
âare you yoongi?â taehyung asks, taking his guitar and putting it down on itâs stand. yoongi nods, holding his hand out to shake taehyungâs, which he doesnât take. instead taehyung pulls him into a hug, yoongi doesnât expect the sudden action of affection, his arms not knowing what to do. âitâs so nice to finally meet you! ___ talks about you a lot,â taehyungâs confession makes your face flush.
âtaehyung! what the fuck!? iâve talked about you like twice, yoongi, i swear,â you defend yourself, pushing taehyung off of him. you laugh awkwardly, yoongi shoots you both a gummy smile.
ânice to meet you, taehyung,â he completely ignores your defense. he finds it cute, your flustered face as you try to tell taehyung to shut up.
âanyways,â you huff. âyoongi thinks i followed him here, so i am showing proof that iâm actually here with you guys and not stalking him.â
your friends snort at the same time, âactually, yoongi, we have no idea who this girl is! i think sheâs following you,â taehyung whisper-shouts, you smack his shoulder.
âno but really, ___ we were just gonna call it a day, seulgi said she has to go to a family dinner soon and taehyung said he was hungry,â jungkook speaks up. itâs then that you realize that their instruments were almost all packed. yoongi looks down at you, a small smile on his face once he realizes what theyâre trying to do.
âi leave to pee for five minutes and you guys hatch a plan to ditch me?!â you cross your arms over your chest.
âwell⊠we just told you, so, technically we didnât ditch you, also i canât drop you off, yoongi, you can drop her off, right?â taehyung smiles to him.
âiââ yoongi starts but you cut him off with plans to scold your members. they knew exactly what they were doing and you werenât having it.
âtaehyung, youâre dropping me off, letâs not bother yoongi,â you move to pack your bass but yoongi shakes his head.
âi can drop you off,â he smiles.
âoh, see! perfect! thank you, yoongi.â taehyung grabs his hand and gives him a good shake, before you know it your members are out the door.
you sigh as you lift your case and sling it over your shoulder, âitâs okay, yoongi, i can walk.â
he rolls his eyes, âdonât be ridiculous, are you hungry? we can eat first.â
his hand is outstretched and youâre not sure what it means, does he want to hold your hand? but no, heâs asking for your bass, so he can hold it instead of you. you reject his offer, âi can hold it.â
âyouâre really stubborn,â he notes. it makes you snort.
âyouâre not into stubborn girls?â the joke slips from your mouth before you can think.
this is the perfect time, yoongi thinks. âif itâs you, maybe iâll make an exception.â
you try your best not to show any type of reaction, but you canât really ignore the way your heartbeat quickened. yoongi leads you to his car, putting your bass in the trunk as you get comfortable in the front seat. he follows you soon enough and is driving out of the studio parking lot.
âyou donât have to work?â you question. getting into the car of someone you barely know is quite risky of you, but he was your neighbor, and he was hot. that doesnât give you a reason to trust him, though for some reason, you think you can rely on yoongi, itâs a gut feeling.
âtechnically i work all day, iâm on my own schedule, i basically spend the entire day in the studio,â he explains. his focus is on the road but from his peripheral he can see your body turned to him, and your eyes glued on him.
âworkaholic?â you guessed, he smiles.
âyou could say that.â
âthatâs good then, iâm giving you a reason for a break!â you clap, your nervousness fading as you start to get comfy with yoongi.
a friendship blooms from that lucky, odd encounter that day.
you forgot how long itâs been since you officially met yoongi and spent the day with him, maybe two months? three months ago? you never kept track. but you do remember that things changed after that. the two of you so obviously flirting with each other whenever you had the chance. yoongi would offer you a ride to the studio, which you greedily took whenever he asked; because he was a cool guy to be with, and in all honesty you were trying to put the moves on him. youâre not sure if heâs taking the hints though, youâve never been good at the shy type of flirting, most of the time youâre upfront.
speaking of being upfront: yoongi hasnât really been complaining about your noise lately, and itâs been eerily quiet on his end. no knocks on the wall when your volume was a tad bit higher than usual, no texts telling you to âbe quietâ when you were practicing late at night, nothing. you figure itâs because the two of you have grown a lot closer. hanging out together and even making some inside jokes together type of close.
itâs soon that you figure out why yoongi hasnât been upfront, complaining to you about your noise, because he talked to your apartment manager about it. you knew namjoon well, he was one of your classmates in college. his father originally owned the place, so heâs been taking over for him. youâve grown close to namjoon due to situations that left you outside of your apartment multiple times without your keys. his master key saved your ass one too many times. so, when you received a letter from him in the mail this morning with a big red âimportantâ stamp on it. you knew you were in trouble.
the words noise complaints, your neighbor, and eviction were the only ones you needed to read for you to be stomping towards yoongiâs apartment. you didnât care that it was ten in the morning and youâre banging on yoongiâs door. you knocked nonstop until he opened up. his sleepy face scrunched in confusion as he stood before you.
â___? whatâs wrong?â his morning voice could have made you melt, if you werenât so fucking angry. you step past him, moving inside his apartment. âokay, come in, i guess,â yoongi says as he shuts the door behind you.
âyou complained about me?! i got a fucking letter from namjoon! he never sends letters!â you raise your voice. itâs too early in the morning to be yelling, your voice is a bit rough, it sounds like youâre croaking.
itâs also way too early for yoongi to be dealing with this, so his voice is soft when he says, âbe quiet, weâre gonna get complaints from the other neighbors now too.â he walks up to you and your very angry expression. he just looks so kissable right now, itâs making you angrier. how could he look so perfect when youâre mad at him? thatâs so rude!
you lower your voice when you ask, complying to his demand. you cross your arms over your chest, âwhy would you do that?â
yoongi laughs.
it makes your eyebrows furrow. was he not taking you seriously? you loved this apartment, you needed to live here. it makes the anger boil a little hotter. âyou think this is funny, yoongi? iâveââ your voice is raising once more.
this time yoongi rolls his eyes. âshut up.â his voice grew deeper than it already was, the bass traveling straight to your lower belly.
you try to act as if it had no effect on you, but your small silence before you spoke made things a little obvious. âexcuse me? shut up?â you scoff. your feet carrying you closer to yoongi, breaking the distance in effort to intimidate. yoongi wasnât one to be scared, if anything, he found it funnier.
but the way that your pretty face looks when youâre angry makes yoongi want to do more, wants to push and push because he can feel the tension between you both. you can too. âyeah, youâre so goddamn loud all the time, shut the fuck up.â he moves a little closer, the distance between you both is almost none.
it makes your eyes flicker to his lips. here you were, thinking that you were gonna teach yoongi a lesson, yet you want to kiss him. âwant me to shut up?â your eyes move back to his, making eye contact. he licks his lips in anticipation. âmake me,â you press.
you feel his soft hand against your cheek first, leading you to his lips. then it was the plush of his lips against yours. this feeling could definitely make you shut up. before you knew it, you were pushing yoongi over to his couch. he breaks the kiss to plop down onto the couch, you follow suit, straddling his lap.
âif you wanted to make out with me, you could have just asked.â you spoke before reattaching your lips.
he smiles into the kiss, âwhereâs the fun in that?â
the kiss deepens, tongues exploring each otherâs mouths and small whimpers escaping your throat. they go straight to yoongiâs groin, you can feel his hard cock against your core through your sweatpants. instinctively, you grind down, the feeling makes him groan out.
his large hands move to your ass, running over them and trailing up to your waist. his hands sliding under your shirt, you know you arenât wearing a bra, and yoongi finds out soon after. his thumbs running right over your hard nipples, âeager?â he smirks.
you roll your eyes, âiâm just cold.â the lie makes yoongi scoff, tweaking your nipples between his thumb and index fingers. now, goosebumps raise over your skin, and it wasnât because of the cold.
âtake your shirt off,â he speaks against your lips. usually, you werenât one to follow orders, your rebellious spirit screaming in your head, telling you to take control. but youâve never wanted anything more than to let yoongi have you, let him do whatever he wants to you. because outside of this, he just seems so nice, never mean, never demanding. you canât help but indulge in this new side of yoongi youâve discovered.
so youâre taking your shirt off, the breeze created by his air conditioner makes you shiver, but yoongi's warm hands are there to comfort you. running them over your breasts, squeezing them just right as he kisses down your throat. ây-yoongiââ you whimper. his lips find a certain spot that has you grinding harder onto his dick.
âyou arenât very patient,â he speaks against your skin. âiâll let it slide this time.â a tender kiss to your neck is placed before he lingers on the spot a little longer, sucking and licking, making sure to leave a pretty red mark. he makes his way to your nipple, wrapping his mouth around the bud and sucking. the feeling makes you throw your head back, his hand tweaks your other nipple, refusing to neglect it.
it was true, you were not patient. you hated waiting too long for something, just like how you hate the feeling of your warm core go uncared for. the grinding wasnât enough at this point, you wanted more, needed it really. âare you gonna fuck me or not?â you push him gently off of your nipple.
an almost annoyed gaze is painted on his face, âare you going to beg?â he quirks an eyebrow.
you werenât one to plead, âno.â
âthen no,â he asserts. you purse your lips, complete dissatisfaction displayed on your face. âdonât worry, kitten, iâll make you feel good.â yoongi gives in. he didnât know how long he could hold back, your attitude makes him want to check you, make you cum as many times he wants you to until youâre obeying.
the nickname makes you drip. heâs pushing up from below, his leg kneeling onto the couch as he lays you down. your head lays against the pillow he has on the couch, yoongi gives you a swift kiss before he moves down, trailing kisses on the valley of your breasts and your stomach, stopping just before the waistband of your sweatpants. âyoongi,â you mewl.
âhm? wanna beg now?â he challenges. his fingers teasingly slipping under the band. your body reacts so easily to his touch, your hips slightly jerking up at the graze of his hands.
but youâre stubborn, not wanting to let yoongi win even though the only thing you want right now is for him to make you feel good. âno, never.â you shake your head.
yoongi doesn't verbally reply, instead, nodding and smirking to himself. âcan i eat you out then?â he asks. you donât trust your words, so you nod, knowing youâll fall into the trap yoongi has set. âi need to hear you say it, kitten.â
âyes,â you quickly say.
yoongi quirks a brow. âyes, what?â
you roll your eyes, just once, you tell yourself. âyes, please.â
âgood girl,â he praises. you hate to admit that you liked the way he called you a good girl. your sweatpants and panties are pulled down at the same time, revealing your wet pussy. âso pretty, baby.â he positions himself between your spread legs. you bite your bottom lip in anticipation.
kisses against your thighs and pubic bone are what he starts off with, then a brief kiss to your clit that makes you gasp. âoh, godââ you lean your head back against the couch.
âalso, just to let you know, the letter was a joke,â yoongi breathes. mouth ghosting your lips, where you need him the most.
at first you didnât pay attention to what he said, a hum leaving your lips until then you realized, âwhat?!â
âi thought itâd be funny to scare you a little bit, namjoon and i are friends, i asked him if he could do it for me.â he explains with a smile on his face.
you rolled your eyes. you knew it was too serious to be namjoon, his style was more so speaking, not letters. you couldnât be mad at him, at least you werenât in trouble. but you play it up for the fun, âwill you make it up to me?â a sly look on your face.
âwhat do you want?â he leans his head against your thigh, waiting patiently for your answer. his fingers ever so gently running up and down your thighs.
âyour cock,â you demand with a mischievous smile. your hands run through his hair, eyes pleading because you wonât allow your mouth to let the words out.
yoongi acts like he thinks about it, but all he truly wants, is to devour your and make you feel so good. âyou donât deserve it.â he denies you of the pleasure you want, but he surprises you, running his tongue along your slit.
âohâ oh, yoongi,â you mewl. your hands moving to play with your boobs, but yoongi knocks your hands away. he directs them to his hair, telling you to pull. his hands replace yours, playing and tweaking with your nipples as his tongue does the work.
âtaste so good, baby.â yoongi loves the sight of you so vulnerable in front of him. youâre bare, naked while yoongi still has all his clothes on. he loves it. your eager body twitching from the ministrations of his tongue. he pulls away for a second, âdonât cum until i say so.â
âthatâs notâ umph!â you start but yoongi retracts his hands from your breasts, bringing them back to your thighs to spread them further apart. your lips reveal your sweet spot for yoongi to take, and heâs relentless. the taste of you on his tongue drives him crazy. âthatâs not fair,â you moan out.
yoongi doesnât care. he loves being in control. so when your phone starts to ring, yoongi thinks this is the best time to assert dominance. âanswer it,â he commands. he pulls away from your pussy, the loss of the feeling of his tongue makes you groan out in displeasure. in turn, yoongi rubs his middle and ring fingers against your clit. it makes you gasp. he slips the fingers in, your walls pulsating against his fingers. another moan leaves your lips. you were completely ignoring the rings coming from your phone. he repeats himself, âanswer the phone, baby.â
âbut,â you spoke. your worry being that you were so wound up and yoongiâs fingers were still residing inside of you. you knew it would be way too obvious.
âthey wonât know,â he assures. a gentle touch against your thigh comforting you, making you believe this was a good idea.
your fucked out brain obliges, your hand moving to reach for your phone. jungkookâs contact name displayed on the screen, you press the green button and place the phone next to your ear. âjungkook? whatâs up?â you answer. yoongiâs eyes locked onto yours as you speak.
âspeaker,â he mouths. you nod, mindlessly obliging. taking the phone away from your ear and pressing the speaker button. his fingers dangerously still in your pussy, ready to cause chaos whenever he felt like it.
âdude! guess fucking what!â jungkook shouts over the phone. yoongi pushes deeper, bottoming out his fingers. it makes your eyes roll back, a quiet gasp escaping your lips.
youâre moving the phone away so he doesnât hear it, but yoongi is pushing your hand back into position. âwhat?â you cough, trying to cover the noise.
âyou okay? you sound⊠weird.â jungkook snorts over the phone, you can hear seulgi and taehyung in the back, their bickering all too familiar.
âiâ iâm good.â you nod even though he canât see you.
âokay, well, this guy from a record label called earlier, he said he wants to take us all out to eat and talk about our future!â jungkook informs. your eyes widen. a record deal?! even yoongi reacts, a cute, surprised look on his face. how funny was it that you were receiving this news with yoongiâs fingers fucking you.
âyouâre lying.â you sit up a little bit, leaning onto your forearm. yoongi decides to be nice, letting his fingers stay stagnant in your hole so you can enjoy the news.
âiâm serious! weâre on the way to yours right now to pick you up, be ready in five minutes,â he tells you.
âright now?!â you exclaim. yoongi smirks, starting to pumping his fingers in and out of you, making your breaths a little more labored. âohâ fuck,â you groaned, you tried to cover it up by making it sound like you were annoyed. but anyone could be able to tell what you were doing, the squelch of your pussy loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear probably.
âwhat the hell are youââ jungkook starts but you cut him off, yoongiâs fingers moving faster and the string in your belly about to snap from the tension.
âokay, jungkook! bye! love you! see you in a bit!â you rush the words out and press the big red button to hang up, throwing your phone onto the floor as yoongi leans over you with a smile on his face.
âcongratulations, baby.â he punctuates his sentence with a quick circle around your clit. youâre so wound up, you could feel tears starting to build up in your eyes.
âyoongi, please, please let me cum.â you beg, giving in to his desires. the sound of your begging is music to his ears. he smirks, quickening the tight circles around your clit. your legs spreading wider if that was even possible.
yoongiâs plans were cut short due to your new plans, but he didnât mind. he was happy for you, and heâs never wanted to make someone cum as much as he does now. âalright, kitten, cum whenever you want,â he whispers in your ear. his fingers coated in your wetness gliding against your clit, it feels way too good. the string in your belly snapping as soon as he gave you permission.
you found yourself letting out some of the loudest moans because yoongi was just that good. âholy fuck, yoongi,â you gasp. your chest rises and falls quickly, taking in as many breaths as possible.
âgood job, baby.â he kisses your neck, letting you recover before slipping his fingers out and bringing them up to your lips. at first you furrow your eyebrows, this isnât something you usually do; but when he says, âopen,â you find yourself obliging easily. âgood girl,â he smiles as you suck your cum off of his fingers.
you pull his fingers from your mouth when youâre sure youâve sucked them clean, âi got a record deal dinner, min!â you rush to put your clothes on. yoongi tries his best to help, but all he wants to do is give you a big hug. he lets you put your clothes on before heâs holding you in his grasp, while youâre trying to make your way to his door. the two of you wobbling to his door.
âlet me kiss you first, rockstar.â he smiles, his hand gently taking ahold of your face and giving you a kiss. it tastes just like you, the sultry memory that will live in yoongiâs brain for as long as itâs able.
he tries to kiss you once more, but youâre pushing him away. âi gotta go, yoongi,â you giggle. his hands holding you close to him, your back pressed against his front door as you kiss each other sloppily. âyoongi!â you smile, more laughs erupting as he helps you open the door. as soon as the door slides open, yoongiâs eyes move behind you, a sly smile on his face.
you turn to see your three band mates, all of their mouths agape. âi fucking told you! pay up, idiots!â seulgi smacks the both taehyung and jungkookâs shoulders.
your face blushes tomato red. you try to hide your face as you open your apartment door. before you turn the key, you hear yoongi congratulate the four of you. âgood luck at your label meeting! make sure they donât scam you,â he advises. your bandmates laugh, thanking yoongi and moving into your apartment. they donât let you live down the embarrassment for the entire night.
when you come back home, you sit on your couch. a smile taking over your face when you think about how great the day was. you think the dinner went perfect, and when you hear a knock on your door, it has you rushing to open it.
yoongi stands outside your door with a cupcake and a single lit candle stuck in it. âcongratulations!â it went well right?â
you stand in front of him, a sweet smile on your face as you nod. âi think they loved us,â you pull him into your apartment.
âof course they did! you guys are amazing!â yoongi hugs you, holding the cupcake above your head so it doesnât get in your hair.
the rest of the night you and yoongi enjoy each otherâs presence and the two of you talk about everything and nothing.
yoongi says the cupcake is just for you, but you take a knife and split it, âfor us.â you give him a quick peck before eating your half, and then kissing him once more.
for us. it repeats in yoongiâs mind.
us.
yeah, heâd like that.
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Death By Bagel
NCT Culinary Student!Mark Lee x Fashion Design Student!Reader Summary:Â Mark makes a cake cause he's realized he can't lose you to some f-boy. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Fluff, childhood au, college au, slowish burn, slight cursing, reallllly fluffy, some broksi-dude action, typos sksksksks, etc.
R E Q U E S T my friend: mark lee, slow burn, friends to lovers
A/N: I wrote a fic that already had like 1k+ word then I LOST IT (i think i deleted it) thus this. It took me 10 years to write this msmsmkskskks. PLEASE TUMBLR IS MESSING WITH ME AND MIXED UP THE ORDER OF SOME OF THE DIALOGUE
âAs a doctor, I donât think you should be doing that,â Mark says, not even bothering to look at his patient seated rudely on the floor. Oop, heâs lying down now.
Mark huffs and looks up from the clay block he was molding on his tray, âYOUâRE SO UNPROFESSIONAL!â
Markâs mother nearly spits out her coffee upon hearing the words of his five-year-old son. Her husband snorts, âHe got that from you.â
The woman throws a look at the man and was supposed to give a snarky retort, up until the sound of the doorbell ringing. She grins from ear-to-ear and dashes to get the door.
When she comes back to the living room, sheâs accompanies by another woman and a tiny version of her.
âMarkie! Say hello to your Auntie!â Markâs mom calls.
Mark from the carpeted floor looks up and blinks, examining the stranger-woman and its human-ling. Mark turns to his father who was sat on the couch and receives a nod of approval almost. Mark purses his lips and waves at the woman.
The woman waves back and then crouches down to the little girl, âBaby, say hello to Mark.â
Unwilling, she shakes her head.
âAw come on, baby. Donât be shy. Mark over there is a really sweet boy. I knew him when he was in his mommyâs tummy, just like Markâs mom knew you when you were in mine. Youâre the same age so youâll get along just fine.â
With the unnecessary explanation that gave no justification to the scene whatsoever out of the way, the girl was fooled into peeping up, âHi, Mark.â
âHello,â Mark says, not particularly interested, as his patient was still in the midst of dying in his office. He turned to his stuffed toy called Mr. Lion and attempted to stand him up once more.
At this point, the girl makes her way to Mark.
âWeâll be back in two hours, honey. Keep an eye on the children,â Mrs. Lee tells his husband who had been occupied with TV the entire time.
âYeah. I got this,â he smiles to his wife then goes back to watching.
The bumble bee clad figure sat down to Mark in blue and watched him play.
Mark ignored her for a few seconds, needing to assert all efforts on standing that dumb toy up. Once successful, Mark turns to her, âDo you play doctors?â
Mark was then met with the same lack on enthusiasm. She hums, âI like playing baker doctor.â
All at once, Mark gasps, âME TOO!â
It was unbeknownst to the children it was oddly specific and the chance of this happening was pretty slim.
And in a blink of an eye, excited giggles erupt in the room, as if they had been having so much fun before this scene. It was here and there the two would become best friends to the very end.
... so I guess it means the reckoning is upon us.
âMARK LEE I SWEAR TO THE FU--â âWHAT! WHAT!?â Mark laughs.
"YOU ATE MY BAGEL! AGAIN!" I growl in a loud whisper, throwing the wrapper at him and his flat head before he could think to dodge it while he annoyingly laughs.
"I asked if I could have it though!" he says, fully knowing his sins.
I glared at him and say lowly, "I thought you were referring to my notes, bread for brains."
Mark snorts loud enough for our teacher to wake up from his nap. Once the class notices, we all pretend to be doing something productive and Mark plays it off with a cough.
"Mr. Lee." Mr. Kim says sternly, clicking his tongue, blinking his eyes rapidly.
Mark finishes coughing and turns to our seated professor, "Yes sir."
"Don't go to school if you're sick and going to cause a racket with your coughing."
Mark nods firmly and Mr. Kim closes his eyes again, mumbling, "page 65 is due tomorrow."
The entire class grumbles. Mark beside me scoffs and makes a face, "Yeah, yeah, Doyoung."
I turn to him and elbow his side.
"Whatever," Mark shakes his head, "professor bunny-teeth won't hear me."
Once class ended, we both get our things and head out for lunch. We walk to our canteen, fussing over assignments, deciding we should do it together later in our mutually free period.
I groan and narow your eyes at him as we have an argument over how he hasn't finished the essay for English, "That's not the point."
"Yo Mark!" a voice calls from afar. Mark and I turn, looking for the voice, and I spot the dimpled senior, Jung Jaehyun, in a table with the rest of his squad.
I nudge Mark and point at the pale guy seated by the corner.
Mark throws him a smile and waves. I follow closely behind him as he walks over to the table. "We're going to sit with them?" I say in some sort of gasp.
"Yeah." Mark replies simply, not bothering to turn to me, "they're cool."
I knit my brows at that and nod, "Yeah I know. But I'm not cute today."
Mark stops in his tracks and throws me a confused look, "what?"
"I didn't put any make-up on today, also I'm pretty sure there's a visible stain somewhere on my jacket, I just don't remember where."
Mark scrunches his face up again, even more confused. "What? How do you... forget a stai-- that's not the point. Why do you wanna look cute today?" He scoffs and continues lowly, "hardly as if you ever look cute."
I let out an annoyed groan and punch Mark's shoulder. "Like when you panicked when Seulgi came over and asked for notes."
Mark openes his mouth, "That is so not the same! Jaehyun's a fuck bo-"
"Just shut up already," I snap and shove him forward so he'd continue walking. "Let's not keep him waiting," I add and mumble, "also I know. Dong Sicheng however is very cute."
Mark chuckles, "he's dated every girl on the dance team."
"Okay, maybe not that cute."
"Ya, Mark," Jaehyun grins and greets the said person with a high-five and chest bump. He turns to me and speaks my name with a smile. I smile back politely and wave.
I'm about to sit next to Sicheng, but Mark shoves me and so I end up sitting on the other side of the bench table with Jaehyun. I turn to Jaehyun with a small, non-awkward smile and shoot Mark a glare. He seems unbothered though.
"So, you up for a round later?" Jaehyun asks Mark.
Mark talks over me, "you know it, dude."
Jaehyun flashes his dimple smile all the stupid girls fall for. I'm only half falling for it cause I'm only half stupid. He raises his brows, "you bought the dough, right?"
This makes me knit my brows.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I really did this time," Mark mumbles quickly. "It's my turn anyway."
Jaehyun gives an off look, "that's literally what you said last time bro."
"Yo, no for real. It's in my bag, if you wanna check."
Jaehyun shakes his head when Mark begins to scramble for it, "no, Lee, it's good. We wouldn't want you friend to get dirty."
Is it just me or do you feel slimey all of a sudden?
Jaehyun then gives me a somewhat, somehow sincere smile, "so. I hear you're in fashion design."
I give a soft chuckle, "yeah. That's me."
"I could tell from a mile away. Mark looks horrible next to your getup."
I look down at my sweater and ripped jeans. Mark exclaims in protest, "shut the hell up, Jae."
I give a soft smile at Jaehyun, "don't know where that comes from but thanks I guess."
Jaehyun chuckles, "I'm kidding," he eyes Mark, "I saw your Fashion Design pin on your bag when you sat down."
"Oooohhhh, haha, okay, that makes sense."
"Ya, Jeff," Sicheng calls for Jaehyun, "it's almost time."
Jaehyun turns to his friend and nods. He turns back to me and Mark, "well, it's nice to meet you. Mark won't put a sock in it even if I beg. See you around, fashionista."
He stands and slaps Mark's back, "see ya later, broski."
"Yeah, bruh," Mark replies.
Once it's just Mark and I, I snap at him and blurt out in a whisper yell, "YOU'RE ON BROSKI LEVEL WITH JUNG JAEHYUN?!"
Mark gives me a weird face, "bruh, I think he calls the principal broski, for real."
I smack Mark, making him whine, "you know what I'm talking about, Mark! And what, are you doing drugs?!?"
He shakes his head in confusion, "Wait, what!? Who the hell told you that?"
"Uhhhhh you were talking about dough and showing up later. Sounds like you owe him money for drugs, Mark."
"??? In what universe did we even mention drugs?? Does this," he slaps his face, "look like a face of a drug addict to you?"
"A gullible idiot maybe."
Mark's jaw drops, "oh wow, okay. I'm done with this conversation." He proceeds to stand attempt to walk away. I scoff, "not on my watch bitch."
Like the true idiot that he is, Mark begins to legit run away from me, like a criminal who stole my cookies. It's embarrassing that he, a man much taller than I, could not even outrun me. I suppose I should be grateful, but this just fortifies my thoughts of him being an idiot even more.
But okay... I wasn't actually expecting this... like... Mark and Jaehyun... like... actually baking bread after school with dough Mark premade at home. Also, uh, Jaehyun looks super cute in an apron that I'm having a mental breakdown. And what's new, so does Mark.
"I can't believe you thought I was a drug dealer," Jaehyun says in a soft pout as he rolls out dough on the marble counter of his friggin large kitchen in his friggin large house. Like dang, I knew he was rich, but he's like Richâą Rich. Rich with a golden diamond encrusted Rolex watch rich that's in a glass display rich-- wtf.
Mark wheezes in his telltale high pitched laugh as he opens a pack of unsweetened chocolate pellets, "she thought dough was some sort of metaphor or something."
"Cute," they say at the same time. Mark turns to Jaehyun in slight surprise and Jaehyun turns to me. I roll my eyes, though I feel my neck burn. I avert my attention to the scene I was sketching on my pad, Jaehyun and Mark baking croissants. I clear my throat, "I'm just making use of the single braincell between us, cause if he doesn't die falling down the stairs, he's gonna pull some idiotic stuff like baking with Jung Jaehyun."
Oddly, it's Mark that reacts to that with a, "hey!"
Jaehyun rubs his chin on his shoulder, "I also can't believe you think so little of me.'
I break a sweat but decide to answer honestly, "... ... ... You have a reputation."
"Of being a fuck boy?"
Mark loudly transfers the chocolates into a metal bowl, making the two of us snap at him. Mark makes a face, "oh gosh, sorry."
Jaehyun sighs, "well. I admit I get around, but that's only because I get dumped every time."
I raise a brow.
Jaehyun purses his lips, "nah, let's not make this weird. The croissants will be flat."
"Dude," Mark turns to him, "that's literally only because you messed up the recipe."
Jaehyun grits his teeth, "no. It's because Kun's a little teacher's pet and sabotaged me so he could get the best grade."
"No, but like Kun is really nice, he helped me with the fold techinique."
Jaehyun scoffs, "He stole me vanilla extract, Mark. Who does that?!"
"No, listen, he's cool, like, for real--"
"No, you listen, he's a little shit and--"
The two begin to bicker like a married couple, and I begin to draw inspiration form the scene to design some random sketches of wedding dresses.
I look back to the two and still can't get over the fact that I learned Jaehyun was a culinary arts major with my best friend, and that I was currently in the Jung's boojie home because I thought Mark was buying drugs from him. Not what I was expecting at all my day to go like, but I'm not mad this is how it went.
"No, no, no, no," Jaehyun says. He turns to me and points, "let's just get an outside opinion. Babe, what's your favorite color?"
"BABE?!" Mark barks.
I take a moment to reply. I blink slowly, "uhh... pink?"
Jaehyun bites his lower lip and claps his flour covered hands, "Right. Pink croissants it is."
Mark shoots him a glare and turns to me, back to Jaehyun, "she has a name."
Jaehyun nods, "yeah, and she wants pink croissants."
Mark makes a face and Jaehyun examines it, chuckling under his breath. "Wah, you two are something, huh."
No one really responds.
We began to always eat lunch with Jaehyun and his friends. It's funny cause I realized Jaehyun, although I still firmly believed he was out to get nasty with every other girl he sees, he was actually just like Mark. A total loser with a love for cooking.
"Hey," Mark says with a snippy tone.
I give him a look and suddenly receive a paper bag to my face. Mark sits on his chair next to me, as per usual. I smell the thing before I realize what it is. It's a freshly baked bagel. I perk up and smile, "Aw, you baked me a bagel?"
Mark raises his upper lip, "no. Jaehyun did."
I knit my brows, "what? Why?"
Mark narrows his brows, "do you, like, like him?"
I give him a look. I take a bite of the bagel, making Mark look at me in disbelief. I answer, "You do know I only hang with him cause you do, right?"
"Then why'd you eat the bagel then?"
"Uh, a number of reasons. 1) it's a bagel, 2) free food, 3) I'm starving, 4) it smells amazingggg."
Mark does a face, "fair. I've been meaning to ask how he does his seasoning for a while now too." He releases a breath, "and anyway, I'm pretty sure he made a bagel cause I told him you liked them. Never talking about you to him anymore though."
I look at him, "why do you talk about me so much to him anyway?"
"Uh because you're amazing," Mark says instinctively.
I feel my heart skip at that. I coo and place my hands on my chest, "wait that's really sweet."
Mark looks at me. His face begin to shift, "too bad it's a lie- haha."
I give him a look and rebut, "jerk."
"Loser."
As quickly as I found out about Jaehyun being Mark's friend, that's about as quickly as I found out he didn't like hanging out with him anymore. It's kind of a shame I never got to go back to his boojie house.
There was this one encounter I had with Jaehyun though... which was a little weird, not gonna lie.
He was waiting for me outside my Tailoring class, smiling and waving when he saw me. I Reluctantly reciprocated and walked over to him.
He releases a breath, "I've been waiting for about 20 minutes for you. I didn't know when your class would end."
I raise my brows, "you could have asked?"
"Well I would need your number for that, and that would have ruined the surprise," he pulled out a brown paper bag, reminiscing the same one Mark chucked at my face.
"I made you two this time," he smiles.
I take a moment to reply, "you don't have to make me bagels, Jaehyun."
He grabs my hand, "yeah, but I want something out of ya," he places the bagels in my hand. He proceeds to lead us off and we begin to walk down the hall.
Truth be told, it's a little scary that his ulterior motive is up in the air. Jaehyun places his hands in his pockets, "I like your dress, by the way."
I smile, "thanks. I made it."
He smiles and nods, "right. That makes sense as to why it suits you well."
I can't help but blush at that, and simultaneously feel conscious when I realize a bunch of girls in my course are looking at me and Jaehyun as we strut down the hall.
"So, what did you want, Jaehyun?"
"Well, I clearly wanted to ask you out."
"..."
"..."
Jaehyun smiles and give a soft laugh, "is it so ground breaking?"
"... Uh..."
He sniggers, "hey, you can say no. I mean I hope you don't but you can." Jaehyun leans in and raises his hands, "I won't like it, but a man should take rejection from a lady well."
I turn to him as he straightens up. I turn to the bagels he made me and bring it back to him. He laughs, "no, I made them for you really. It's not poisoned, in fact it's made with love."
I visibly react to that, which makes Jaehyun wheeze. I can't help but laugh back, "that was hella tacky."
"Worth a shot though," he says. "Good luck with Mark."
I look at him with silence and he chuckles, "ya, you can't fool me."
I'm about to retort but then Jaehyun gets called by one of the frats dudes I identify as Johnny Seo. Jaehyun does a curtsy and clicks his tongue, "see ya later babez."
"You know, I would have said yes if you didn't do stuff like that."
Jaehyun purses his lips, "no you wouldn't."
I shrug, "worth a shot though."
Jaehyun places a hand on his chest, dramatically calling, "Uh, rejection hurts, man."
Yeah, I never went to Jaehyun's boojie house ever again.
Silver lining though was Mark's dorm smelled equally as nice because of all the food he cooks, although it came with a whiff of axe body spray from his roommate, Lucas. It's cool though, he was almost never around for me to smell it in its whole intensity.
"Aite," Mark calls from his side of the dorm. I perk up from the two seater dining table they had and turn to Mark who was covering the cake he was making for his finals.
"Don't, like, peek, okay. I want you to see the cake all at once and give me your honest reaction to it. Please, like, all my lives kinda depend on it."
"How many lives do you have?"
"9, I'm pretty sure."
I stand from my seat, "not you faking your life as a cat, but get it I guess."
Mark raises a hand at me as I walk over, "can you not, I'm high-key panicking right now."
"Over what? You literally made a box of donuts for your midterms and it looked better than Misty Mreme! I'm sure your cake is hot."
"It was in the minifridge for a day. I mean it barely fit cause of all of Lucas' mountain dew."
I groan, "just show me it, Mark Lee!"
Mark whined and dashes over to me, grabbing my shoulders, "okay, but like, don't be mean about it. I swear, I might cry."
I give a sound and fake cough, "it's ugly."
Mark doesn't respond to that particular jab, "I'm serioussss. Please be kind, okay?"
I look at Mark's nervous face and give a soft pout, "Markie, please, not that I think it would be ugly, but I promise you don't have to be nervous about my reaction."
He isn't soothed by that, but he does release a sigh, "okay. So for context, Mr. Moon wanted the cake to be one or two tiers, but I went with one, cause there aint no way I'm going to the other side of the campus to freeze a two tiered cake. Then, the theme was something from your childhood, so, I, uh, thought this was fitting. The exam is 60 percent decoration, 40 percent taste by the way."
Mark gives me a hesitant look, but steps way for me to see it. I then see a heart shaped, medium sized cake in my favorite pastel pink color. By the top there's a little boy on the floor playing with a toy oven set and little girl in a bumble bee dress, holding a stethoscope. At the bottom of the cake, there were jelly letters spelling out, "I like you."
I cup my cheeks at the sight of it and feel my eyes start to well at the sentiment.
Wait... was this really happening?
Mark heaves in and out, "okay, so like when Jaehyun began to like hit on you, that sucked pretty hard because he's known for getting girls and I thought maybe he'd get you too and I got panicky. Anyway, I....... have liked you since we were kids... And... I know you probably don't feel the same way but I have to try, you know.... Yolo."
My feel my tears retract from what I hear. I rub my eyes. I turn to Mark and find his nervous face. "Did you just say yolo in your confession, Mark?"
He looks like he's about to throw up.
I can't help but chuckle and pout, "dude..."
I prolong the moment. Mark gets even more nervous as he repeats softly, "dude..."
"We could have dated in grade school all this time."
It takes a moment to register in his head.
Like, a really long moment.
I sigh, "Mark! I like you too, dummy."
He freezes and blinks. His face begins to burn. He breaks into a soft smile, "nice."
I break into a laugh.
"... Uh... So... Can I like... Kiss you?"
I snort and feel my own cheeks begin to burn, "I think you should refrigerate your cake first."
Mark snaps out of this trance, "oh shoot, you-" I give him a quick peck on the lips.
He is dumbfounded.
I feel butterflies go wild in my stomach.
"I'll wait over there for when you've fixed that."
Mark watches as I walk away, "yooo.... That's not fair though."
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In which reality TV shows could the JJK characters be in?
Warning: this is canon, gege told me.
Characters: all I think
Author's note: this is messy.
Naoya Zenin: 90 day fiance.
âą Naoya is reality TV gold.
âąHe's going to ask his "s/o" to walk three steps behind him on international TV.
âąHis s/o is an actress he hired because he wanted to be on TV and show how superior the Zenin clan is.
âąAppears on every spin off.
âąEventually is the new face of Sister Wives.
Gojo Satoru: Love after Lockup
âą In real life this man has been to prison CHANGE MY MIND.
âą He spent his teenage years in prison for plotting and succeding on stealing money from big banks worldwide.
âą Has been to Alcatraz twice.
âą Ofc he got a s/o while being in prison. He put on his photo online and people went WILD.
âą When he got out he met up with his s/o, acted all nice, charming and cute.
âą Fan favorite because he's so wholesome and people wonder why he is on the show. He seems like a regular or even above average guy.
âąIn the final episode he disappeared and his s/o got swatted. The reason was that Satoru actually stole info and money from the Pentagon using his s/o's IP address.
âą Satoru is on the run, please contact authorities if seen.
Geto Suguru: Love after Lockup
âą It's canon basically, but i will explain for u.
âą Terrorism. Mass murder. And a DIU for good measure.
âą Sentence longer and thicker than his D- hair.
âą Alpha male in Alcatraz.
âą He's not allowed to leave the prison. You two only exchange letters.
âą Add hearts when he signs his letters.
âą Man so alpha he sends YOU money.
âą You two got married somehow.
âą Has a tatto on his lip (that says Satoru).
Fushiguro Toji: Gypsy Sisters
âą yes, he's the main star.
âą He likes the job. He beats up the crap out of his brothers, his uncles, his little cousins, his servants, other clans and even Satoru when he crossed paths with him.
âą If you tune TLC at 2AM on Saturdays you can see the episode where he beats the shit out of Naoya.
âą His show gets 12 seasons and it's still on-going.
âą Sometimes you can see Megumi in the background chilling with his phone.
âą Idk why but he got into a fist fight with Yuuji. Sukuna had to step in. The twins got beaten and sent to the hospital.
Mei Mei: Owner
âą Owns TLC.
Shoko Ieri: My Strange Addiction
âą She collects Furbies.
âą One looks very much like Satoru.
âą She's on the FBI Suspect list.
âą She might have helped Satoru, idk, i'm not a snitch.
Nanami Kento: Beat Bobby Flay
âą The challenge was to make the best sanwhich.
âą He didn't beat Bobby Flay.
âą Also on FBI Suspect list.
âą They think he helped Gojo rob the Pentagon.
âą he did.
âą shhh.
Fushiguro Megumi: Ghosted
âą He ghosted Yuuji.
âą But Yuuji wants to know why.
âą In the reunion, Megumi tells Yuuji he ghosted him because he was snapchatting him too much
âą They ended up together again.
âą Barely speaks. Doesn't want to be there. Still think the extra cash is nice but he's now worried he might not get a job because he humillated himself publicly.
Yuuji Itadori: Ninja Warrior.
âą He won.
Ryomen Sukuna: Catfish.
âą He used Uraume's photos.
âą He catfished Ijichi.
âą He got money from Ijichi.
âą He got gifts from Ijichi.
âą He got money from Jogo.
âą He got gifts from Jogo.
âą Nev and Max first thought it was Hanami who was doing the catfish.
âą Never got caught.
Kugasaki Nobara: 90 day fiance.
âą She met someone overseas.
âą Only interested in tourism and doesn't plan to follow through the 90 days.
âą Only there for IG followers.
âą She's already dating Maki behind the scenes.
âą High key the cutest participant on the show ever
Zenin Maki: Ninja Warrior
âą She won c:
Panda: NatGeo's Wild Life.
âą I saw him there last week.
Inumaki Toge: The Bachelorette.
âą He pranks everybody.
âą The lady thinks he's the sweetest and funniest.
âą The dudes hate him.
âą He doesn't get the final rose.
âą He gets a bunch of attention after the show and becomes more famous than the lady.
âą fuck her. Now he's rich.
Aoi Todou: My Strange Addiction.
âą For collecting way too much of Takada-chan's merch.
âą He needed another HOUSE to fix so much sh1t.
Kamo Noritoshi, Choso, Miwa, Momo: an educational channel for kids.
âą They have an educational channel together.
âą Noritoshi hosts a show teaching about science.
âą Choso's show is about values and the importance of family and friendship.
âą Miwa has numerous shorts about physical education.
âą Momo has a show about crafting.
âą Comfort channel c':
Mai Zenin: Married by Mom and Dad.
âą They stepped in so Naoya won't take her as a wife xd.
âą They married her to a wealthy man overseas.
âą Proceeds to become part of Housewives of Beverly Hills.
âą Living her best life.
Yoshino Junpei: True Crime Show Host.
âą He enjoys to report the weird shit that happened to his bullies afterwards.
âą Good for him. Good for him.
Mahito: Investigation Discovery Special
âą They made a whole 4 hour documentary about this bitch.
Okkotsu Yuuta: Love after Lockup
âąHe's dating Rika.
âą She was convicting for 10 accounts of first degree murder, vandalism, armed robbery, selling illegal substances, exotic animal trafficking, and car theft.
âą He says she's the love of his life.
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canât stand to see you lonely: part 2
a/n: thank you all so so sooooo much for the love on the first part of cstsyl â€ïž i hope you guys like part 2 just as much, and please reblog/leave me any feedback if you can as if really just makes me smile and helps with the engagement and blah blah blah u know the drill lol
and thank you to the lovely jill @havethetimeofyourstylesââ, jess @arrogantstylesâ and wendy @bookwormandteaâ for beta reading for me!
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warnings: mentions of death, couples fighting, awkward silence in elevators, and addicting candy cane pretzels.
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They were fighting again. Y/Nâs voice was booming through the walls, her boyfriendâs echoing after hers. Harry tries his best to focus on anything but their voices, but he canât. It doesnât make him feel all that great listening to the girl he had only seen smile and had been making laugh over the past two weeks, now yelling on the other side of the wall between them.
Harry plucks a soft melody on his guitar as he lounges on his couch. His hands absentmindedly playing the four chords that have been stuck in his head all morning while he attempts to write lyrics to the melody. Only, he was having a bit of trouble doing so as he listened to Y/Nâs voice again. Â
âHonestly, Mark! Really?â Y/Nâs shouting is muffled, but Harry hears her still. âYou really think that it doesnât botherâŠâ The rest of her words are a bit harder to hear as she quiets her voice. Harry never imagined heâd hear her raise her voice like that. That soft, sweet and gentle tone that he has spent dreaming about for weeks now.
Harryâs still plucking the chords heâs grown obsessed with, humming along while zoning out on the blank tv in front of him. He feels selfish, and rather ridiculous too, not wanting to imagine Y/N with another man. But he also feels selfish that heâs not upset over the fact theyâre fighting for the third time in two days. Harry shakes his head and scolds himself for the thought. Regardless of his feelings, he shouldn't want Y/N to feel this way. He can tell these couple days mustâve been hard on her, working all day and then coming home to only end up in a yelling match with her prick of a boyfriend.Â
Harry rolls his eyes and notices that the shouting has stopped. The silence of his apartment, aside from his guitar, only makes him feel a bit sadder.Â
âIâm selfish, I know,â Harry sings, âbut I donât ever want to see you with him.âÂ
Suddenly, his phone chimes from where itâs sat on the table, signalling an incoming phone call from Mitch. A picture of the two of them together in the studio last spring shows on the screen, Mitch tucked under Harryâs arm as theyâre both slouching into the couch they sat on. Harry reaches for his phone and swipes his finger across the screen to accept his call.Â
âHey,â Harry mutters into the phone, focusing on getting together his notebook and cleaning up the few torn crumpled pieces of paper littering his coffee table.
âHey, you leaving your place soon?â Mitch asks. Harry can hear traffic in the background, meaning that he had already left his place that's located much closer to the studio than his own apartment is. Moving his shoulder up a little, he holds his phone between his ear and shoulder in order to use both hands as he sets his guitar into the open case thatâs sitting on the chaise lounge of his couch. Then scrambling around to gather the scrap paper and glass of water he had, standing up with his trash in hand to throw away and glass in the other to put in the sink.
âJust about to,â Harry answers honestly, making his way into his kitchen to clean up. He sighs after clearing his hands and returns his phone to his left hand to hold now.
âYou get busy with that neighbour of yours again. Got a new crush, H?â Mitch teases him. Rolling his eyes, Harry brushes a hand on his light wash jeans before patting his pocket to make sure his thin wallet was still there.Â
âNo,â he mutters, obviously lying to his best mate - which Mitch is very aware of as he hums in response. âIâll be there in, like, 20 if the tube isnât a horror show.âÂ
âYouâve lived here for nearly 3 years now, think you can call it the subway yet?âÂ
âNope,â Harry sighs. There were a few things his British instincts kicked in for; many different phrases and words he knew would stick in his vocabulary despite how many years heâs been in the U.S. Harryâs grabbing his green winter coat and slipping on his boots as he holds the phone between his shoulder and ear again. âShould I grab the gang some coffee on my way? Seeing as Iâll probably be the last to arrive,â Harry says in a tight voice, his annoyance from hearing Y/N and her boyfriend still clear even in his phone call with his mate.Â
âDonât count on it. Tom hasn't answered his phone all morning, so something tells me heâs preoccupied,â Mitch suggests. Harry recalls the text he had gotten from his friend Tom, saying that he and the Missus were planning to celebrate their anniversary early this year. Mitch seems to be hinting that their celebrations have fallen into the morning too. Harry bets that Tom being MIA was because of his two children. The two of them knew how to gang up on their dad already at a young ageâhe couldn't imagine how theyâd be when they grew up.Â
âHeâs a dad, Mitch, that's probably what heâs preoccupied with,â Harry states. After putting on his coat, he walks over to clasp the case for his guitar closed and heaves it up before heading for the door.Â
âPoint being, donât bother with coffee. Iâm in line at Starbucks anyways. Did you want anything?â Mitch asks.
âA slice or two of the banana loaf, please,â Harry requests, his stomach growling at the thought of food. Time had slipped by him this morning, listening to Y/N and her boyfriend argue, and he hadnât eaten more than an apple for breakfast.Â
Harry double checks the lights are off in his apartment before shutting the door behind him, setting his guitar down to rest on the wall to his left, and locking it quickly. Mitch is complaining in his ear about some Karen at the front of the line. Harry chuckles at his friends colourful words and picks up his guitar, not sparing a glance at Y/Nâs door as he walks to the elevator and hits the down button to call it to his floor. Not even a ten seconds go by and he hears someone exiting their apartment behind him. Harry doesnât want to look over his shoulder to check, not wanting to see Mark and Y/N walking hand in hand towards him. So, he keeps his eyes trained up on the red numbers rising above the elevator doors, signalling itâs arrival, soon hopefully.Â
âHey, Harry right?â Mark questions, pointing a finger at Harry as him and Y/N stepped up to the elevator. Y/N tries her best not to frown. She hates the way Harry doesnât smile at her first before meeting Markâs eyes and nodding.Â
âHey,â Harry says. He turns his head and catches Y/Nâs gaze. âWhat are you guys up to?âÂ
Y/N knows heâs simply being polite, something Mark wouldnât care to be - seeing as heâs already got his phone out of his pocket, and is staring at the screen as he answers. âY/Nâs driving me to the airport,â he states.Â
Harry looks at Mark, anger bubbling inside of him as he clutches the guitar case in his hand. The elevator doors open then, a light bing! coming from inside. Mark enters first, not even bothering to look at Y/N or Harry, but then Harry waves his free hand in motion to let Y/N walk in before him. She smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear as she walks into the small space and stands beside Mark.Â
âThanks,â she says in a soft voice as Harry hits the button for the lobby. She takes note of the guitar case in his hand. âAre you heading to the studio?â She asks, pointing to the bulky item heâs carrying.Â
Harry looks down at his guitar case, âyeah, last day before everyone gets their break.âÂ
âNo more counting down the days then, huh?â She asks, mentioning their previous discussion about how people typically countdown the days till they have time off - her included this year. But Harry had mentioned that he wasnât looking forward to his days away from the studio. He didnât think sheâd remember that.Â
âCounting the days till Iâm back in the studio now,â Harry says. Y/N smiles and Harryâs heart bursts at the sight. Having heard her raised voice earlier today, being sure a scowl was etched on her face, he was glad to see her lips turned upward. Mark clears his throat then, causing both Y/N and Harry to quit looking into each other's eyes and step back into reality - her boyfriend was right beside them.Â
âStudio? What are you, a singer or something?â Mark asks Harry. His eyes catch sight of Markâs arm snaking around Y/Nâs back, resting lazily on her left hip as they stood there. Harry licked his lips and almost nodded, but was quick to catch himself and shook his head instead. âWhat kind of studio then? Movies?â Mark continues to question him.Â
âA music studio, Iâm just a musician,â Harry answers.Â
âOh,â Mark says, âcool,â he adds with a shrug. The elevator doors open and Mark guides him and Y/N out of the small space. âWell, see ya around, âArry,â Mark says with a smug look, trying to mimic his accent. But he butchers it, of course, sounding more like Hagrid from Harry Potter. Mark then waves and turns himself and Y/N to the right of the lobby that leads to the stairwell that went down to the underground parking lot.Â
Y/N only gets to give Harry a quick smile before Mark turns her away. She wants to apologize for Markâs ridiculous behaviour, feeling embarrassed by it. She also wanted to say that Harry wasn't just a musician, he was a songwriter too, which therefore meant he was a storyteller, and in her eyes songwriters were some of the most creative and talented people. Y/N wanted to shut Mark up and start bragging about Harry, like he was her boyfriend and Mark was just some dumb prick.Â
Y/N rolls her lips into her mouth and licks them, glancing quickly over her shoulder before getting to the door. Her eyes meet Harryâs intense stare, him looking over his shoulder at her too, and her stomach erupts with butterflies. But then it flips and flops with nerves and her hands suddenly being tugged on by her boyfriend, holding open the door with his hip as he walks them through the doorway and out of Harryâs sight.Â
Harry finds himself thinking about Y/N the whole way to the studioâas if he hasnât stopped thinking about her and her boyfriend over the past couple days anyways. Did she ever mention being in a relationship, even in the most subtle way? Did he misinterpret her kindness for flirting like an absolute idiot? These questions were on a loop inside of his head until he walked into the studio, flashed the front desk his ID badge, and headed to studio B where he and his mates would be working today.Â
âAnd heâs made it,â Mitch announces as Harry pushes closed the door and walks the few steps to his left where the brown leather couch was against the wall. Adam is sitting on the couch, the phone in his hand chimes as he types on it quickly, merely giving Harry a quick smile before looking back at the screen. Mitch is standing by the switch board, leaning back against it as he stares Harry down. Next to him is Tom, sitting in his chair and facing his many computer screens as he gets everything up and going for the day.Â
âAnd I see we were both wrong and Tom beat me,â Harry states. He sets his guitar down, leaning it against the side of the couch before sitting himself down beside Adam.
âI wasnât answering my phone because I was already on my way over here way before any of you slowpokes, and then I turned off my ringer once I got in here,â Tom explains, leaning back in his chair while his eyes stay on the screen. But then he twirls around, facing Harry and Adam, and gives Adam a bored look. âLike we all agreed to do, right Adam?âÂ
âRelax, Iâll do it after I send this last text,â Adam says.Â
âSure,â Tom mutters, swivelling his chair back around and grabbing the mouse to continue his set up. Â
âJeez, Tommy,â Mitch chuckles, âdid you not get any last night or something? Whatâs got your panties in a knot?âÂ
Harryâs eyebrows pull down as he takes in his friends stiff posture as Mitchâs words seem to sink in. âWasnât it your anniversary date last night?â He questions, keeping his voice light and not as daunting as Mitchâs had been.Â
Tom turns back around to face the boys and makes a big show of rolling his eyes. âYeah, it was supposed to be, but then our babysitter called and was all freaked out and of course Jenny got all freaked out too. I tried to tell her it wasnât that big of a deal and they could handle it, but we still ended up leaving our hotel room at nine oâclock and dealt with our two crying children who just missed their mommy. I was in bed by eleven.â Tom explains his night, ending with rubbing a hand up and down his face as he was clearly annoyed by the whole situation.Â
âThatâs just life as a parent, man,â Adam states. âEmi and I didnât have a single date night till Spike was five,â he adds with a shrug.Â
âYeah, I get it but itâs just upsetting to have this whole night planned and then it not happen,â Tom says. Harry knew that feeling; he may have not had a full anniversary night away planned like Tom did, but the other day he was racking up things to do with Y/N before he was introduced to her boyfriend.Â
Harry zones out, eyes glued on the coffee table in front of him as he sighs softly, leaning back into the couch as he was getting wrapped up in his thought of Y/N, again. I could still be her friend, he thinks. Even though itâd hurt to see her with her boyfriend, to hear about a date night or see them kiss. The ache already begins in Harryâs chest as the mere thought of it, and he finds himself bringing a hand up and rubbing over his heart subconsciously.Â
âHarry,â Mitch calls, forcing Harry to snap out of his thoughts and look up at where he stood. He raises his eyebrows, making Harry think that he had said his name more than once but was ignored.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Tom asks Harry.Â
âHeâs probably thinking about his latest little crush,â Mitch smirks, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âWho is it this time?â Adam asks in a monotone voice.
âHis new neighbour. Supposedly, sheâs rather beautiful in Harryâs eyes,â Mitch teases.Â
âNot just in my eyes,â Harry mumbles, looking at his lap and picking off an invisible piece of lint.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Tom questions.Â
Harry hears Tomâs chair squeak suddenly, making Harry assume that he must be leaning back in it again. Harry looks up to see heâs right - Tomâs got his arms crossed at his chest like Mitch while theyâre both staring him down. Harry lets out a sigh and shakes his head, leaning further into the back of the couch while he licks his lips and looks anywhere but at his friendsâ faces - not wanting to see their taunting looks when he tells them.Â
âSheâs got a boyfriend,â Harry says in a low voice.Â
Mitch inhales a sharp breath, hissing through his teeth as he walks over and clamps a hand down on Harryâs shoulder. âThatâs tough man,â he says.Â
Harry shakes his head again and sits up, causing Mitchâs hand to fall off his shoulder. âItâs not just tough. I get I have these crushes on people a lot, but I donât know, there was just something different between us. We really clicked and I just thought weâd at least get to go out a few times,â he speaks softly into the quiet room,the support of some of his closest mates surrounding him.
âHave you written about how youâre feeling?â Tom asks. Harry nods and reaches for his guitar without a second thought, taking it out of the case and positioning the instrument in his lap.Â
âThis is gonna be good,â Mitch nods his head and rolls over the second chair that occupied the room. Harry shakes his head at his friends comment.Â
âIâve just had this tune in my head for a couple days now, and Iâve only come up with a few lyrics really, so I donât know how good it will be,â he explains.Â
Harry plays the song heâs been playing all morning for the other three in the room. The soft acoustic guitar fills the silence, the twang from his guitar strings echoing off the walls. Harry shuts his eyes and lets his voice build up as he sings the two lines heâs been thinking about for a few days now. He feels it deep in his chest, the truth behind his words. Suddenly, more lyrics filter out of his mouth that hadnât come up before.Â
âIâm selfish I know,â he sings, âIâd tell you but I know youâd never listen.â
Itâs not entirely the truth, because heâs sure that Y/N would listen to anything he had to say. Heâs also sure that if he walked up to her right now, ran out of this studio and back to the apartment and waited outside her door, begging for her to break up with him, that she wouldnât listen. Harry believes that sheâs a better person than that - that regardless if she felt what he had over their past few encounters, she wouldnât listen to what he wanted and would figure things out herself.Â
âI hope you can see, the shape that Iâm in,â Tom suddenly sings along to the tune that Harryâs still playing. Harry opens his eyes in a flash and looks at his friend, but Tomâs back is already to him as heâs facing his computer again. âI have the perfect piano and drums mix for this. Iâve had it kind of hidden away for the right time and I think this is it.âÂ
And thatâs when the magic happens. Harry puts down his guitar and gets right into the lyrics, pouring himself into yet another song. He lets his feelings out about the situation heâs gotten himself into with Y/N, and mixes it with some poetry heâs written previously in his journal. You flower, you feast, is something heâs had for quite some time but had never felt it really fit into any of his other songs. And yet somehow in this song full of duck noises, a guitar solo, and many lalalalaâs, it somehow found its place.Â
Not to mention that Mitch absolutely murders the guitar solo. His long hair acts as a curtain as he sways to the music and lets himself go. Nearly every time that Mitch goes in for a solo, he doesnât remember what he plays because heâs in such a trance, so Tom has to play it back for him if he needs to fix anything up. Overall, the song inspired by Y/N and her shit boyfriend is pretty great.Â
âAnything else youâve got to bring to the table, Harry?â Tom asks after nearly six hours of working on perfecting their new song âWomanâ - named solely because of the repeating of the word in the course, which was chosen because he felt like he was calling out to Y/N in this song. Saying woman over and over again at her in hopes to get her attention. He simply shrugs and stretches back into the couch, sprawling his legs out in front of him while staring down at his journal thatâs sitting in his lap.Â
âIâve been writing this one based off a man I see everyday during my breakfast at the cafe down the street from my apartment,â he says. Harry clears his throat and sort of talk-sings what his idea of the melody is with the lyrics heâs got. âNine in the morning, man drops his kids off at school. And heâs thinking of you, like all of us do. Sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon, around one thirty two.âÂ
âAlright, I like it,â Adam nods his head.
âWhoâs he thinking of?â Mitch teases, âlike all of us do,â he adds with a smirk. His lips then wrap around the straw that was in the can of Pepsi he had gotten from the mini fridge a while ago. Harry rolls his eyes and kicks out his foot in order to nudge Mitchâs leg from where heâs sitting in the desk chair heâs gotten comfortable in.Â
âShut up,â Harry grumbles. Adam, Mitch and Tom all chuckle at their friendâs pout, which just makes him smile. He knew that coming into the studio and writing and making music about his situation with Y/N would ultimately make it feel even a little bit better. During the making of their newest song, his friends did give him some advice.Â
âIf itâs meant to be, itâll work out, H,â Adam had said with a smile.Â
But thereâs no way of knowing how heâll feel when he bumps into her again, whether sheâs with her boyfriend or not.Â
Itâs been a tough few days for Y/N. Not only has work been crazy because not one, but two interns got sick with a stomach bug; meaning she was currently filling their job on top of her own and running around the city - but she hasnât been able to stop thinking about Harry.Â
She is in her own head again as she walks into the Gucci store on Fifth Ave. for the third time in two days. As Greg approaches her, she appreciates his light pink suit with a white ruffled shirt underneath. His bald head shines under the lights of the store, but that smile was much brighter and obviously, professionally whiten. Greg gives her a kiss on the cheek, saying they are a bit behind with her packages since itâs such a busy time for them as well. Y/N just nods and gives him a smile, accepting the flute of champagne as she takes a seat and waits. This is honestly the first time sheâs gotten a chance to sit all day, but of course, she spends it zoning out on a sparkly dress hung up a few feet away from her as her mind begins to think of anything but work.Â
Mark and her started dating only a mere four months ago. After meeting at a bar in the Upper East Side, he practically stalked her - which isn't too hard considering her social media following - and sent her flowers to work for three days straight till she agreed to go on a date with him. Turned out that he wasnât just some business man out on the town with some work buddies, but an heir to one of the country's biggest companies. Therefore, meaning that when the gossip started of the two of them seeing each other, Y/Nâs mom was the first person to call.Â
âYou hit the jackpot, baby!â She basically screamed into Y/Nâs ear.Â
Y/N only rolled her eyes at her mothers words. Her mother was the typical New Jersey girl that grew up with big dreams of pinning down a wealthy New York City man - and kudos to her for doing it. Her dad, bless his heart, was an older naive man who somehow managed to fertilize her motherâs gold digging eggs and voila, Y/N was born. But with that being said, Y/N was lucky enough to have family money, so she never felt the need to be in a relationship just because a man had more in his bank account. She also had better morals than her mother, and knew that money wasnât a factor when you really loved someone. So no, Mark was not the jackpot because of his bank account. Y/N just thought he was really nice and attractive too, so she agreed to be his girlfriend those four months ago. But it wasnât till a month ago that that nice streak ended.Â
All of a sudden Y/Nâs cell phone is ringing. She blinks out of her daze to realize sheâs finished her glass of champagne while so deep in thought. Pulling out her phone, she looks at the screen to see itâs Mark calling. His ears must be burning, Y/N thinks.
âHey,â Y/N answers softly, crossing a leg over the other and resting her elbow on her knee as she holds the phone to her ear.Â
âHey, babe,â Mark sighs. Y/N knows right away what heâs about to tell her, all by the tone of his voice and the use of that nickname. He used it when he asked her to drive him to the airport yesterday, which he forgot to mention he needed her to do till an hour before he had to leave - resulting in Y/N being very behind on work for the day.
âHowâs Arizona?â Y/N asks politely anyway, mentioning the state he was in for business this time around. He was always traveling for work; his father wants him to know all the branch executives, so therefore heâs been to pretty much every state in the country over the course of six months. The moment they started to date Y/N knew heâd be working a lot, but she didnât expect him to be working all over the country. Sheâs lucky if she gets a weekend with him, and honestly, she was looking forward to the almost two weeks work free theyâd be getting together. But something told her that was not going to happen.Â
âItâs good, hot,â he says, seeming distracted by something in the background to which he moves the phone away from his mouth to respond to someone around him. âNo, no, not those, the red ones,â he orders.Â
âMark?â Y/N questions, keeping her voice down as Greg and one of his associates come from the backroom then with a few boxes in hand. âIâm just a bit busy with work, was there a reason for you calling, hun?âÂ
âRightâŠWell, unfortunately my time at the Arizona office will be extended. So, Iâm not going to make it back to New York before Christmas,â Mark explains. Y/N frowns at his words even though itâs just as she imagined when she answered his call.
âWhen will you be back?â She asks, her eyebrows pulled together and lip pouting out slightly.Â
âThatâs the thing, thereâs really no point in me flying back to the East Coast so close to the holidays when Iâve got to be in Los Angeles for my familyâs big festivities.â
âOh,â Y/N says. Sheâs only sad for a moment, noticing that Mark is distracted by something in the background once again as his voice is muffled. âSo when exactly are you planning to come back to the city, Mark?â She asks as she sits up and projects her voice louder into her phone. Greg and his associate seem to notice Y/N demeanour change, his baby blue eyes widening slightly as he sets the boxes down on the couch beside her.
âI donât know-â
Y/N doesnât let him speak, though, her anger getting the best of her for what feels like the millionth time since she began dating Mark. Itâs so unlike her, she thinks. She shakes her head and says, âyou donât plan to come back to New York and spend any part of the holidays with your girlfriend? Your girlfriend who very much loves the holidays, by the way.â
âIâm aware of your love for the holidays, Y/N, little hard to not know when your apartment looks like a four year old decorated it with all that crap,â Mark huffs into the phone, his voice matching her tone.Â
âOh my god, whatever, Mark,â Y/N snaps in a low voice, having to take a deep breath as she stares down at the floor. âJust go and have fun on the West Coast, donât worry one bit about me âcause it seems you havenât bothered to to begin with,â Y/N finds herself seething into the phone, keeping her voice low before pulling her phone away from her ear and hanging up before he can say one more thing to upset her.Â
She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath. Focusing on making her heart beat slow down and her hands to stop shaking. Did she just break up with him? No, no I didnât say the words, I didnât say itâs over and maybe I should have, Y/N thinks while letting out another short breath through her nose. She did not deserve this and she knew she didnât, and yet she keeps putting up with his extended work trips and him disrespecting her opinions. Mark wanted a woman like Y/Nâs mother. One that didnât have her own hobbies and her own dreams, and who just wanted to be on his arm and live with whatever he put them through. Or did she even give him a real chance? That little voice in the back of her head, the one that was planted by her own mother, asks her.Â
âYou look like you need another glass, mi amor,â Greg says softly, bringing her to open her eyes once more and realize that she did in fact just have a fight with her boyfriend over the phone in public. In front of a supplier too. Her cheeks heat up with embarrassment. Thankfully, she thought of Greg as more of a friend than in a professional view. She smiles at him, forcing it, while he holds up the bottle of champagne and fills her glass.Â
âThank you,â she says quietly.Â
âYouâre welcome,â he nods, turning to his left to grab the second tall glass and fills it as well. Y/N chuckles as he brings it to his own mouth and has a sip. âWhat? The holidays are stressful, I deserve a glass too every once in a while.â Y/N only laughs again and raises her flute, Greg lifts his own to cheers her before they both take a sip. âDid you want to talk about it?â He asks after a beat of silence.Â
Y/N licks her lips, tasting the expensive champagne all over again. âItâs just,â Y/N sighs and runs a hand through her hair before she continues, âI thought that Mark was different when I first met him. He sent flowers to my work and took me to nice restaurants. He seemed to be really into me, and now, heâs really into his work and he thinks my love for the holidays is childish, and that my opinions and my time donât matter. So, Iâm starting to think I jumped into this relationship, maybe a bit too fast all because my mom approved of his last name and Sammy thought he was hot.â Y/N rants in a rush of words, bringing her flute to her lips afterwards for another sip.
Greg doesnât respond right away, instead he too sips his champagne and looks around the room they sat in. He sighs and brings a hand down on Y/Nâs thigh, causing her to look at him. He smiles and gives her a comforting pat.Â
âYou are a young woman in New York City whoâs really got her shit together, you know your worth, Y/N,â Greg says. Y/N mirrors his smile, feeling the back of her eyes threaten with tears at his sweet words. âYouâll know what to do about this man,â he adds with a wink. Greg removes his hand and lifts his flute to finish off his champagne. âPlus, men are trash anyways,â he mutters as his eyes wander around the room thatâs quickly filling up with customers.Â
Y/N laughs, âyes, Greg, they can be.â She agrees. But thereâs one man that comes to her mind. One with enchanting green eyes, beautiful dimples, a contagious laugh, and a certain swoon worthy accent.Â
And yet, Y/N is not surprised when her thoughts drift off to Harry again. In fact, she thinks about him the entire way back to her office, the few boxes from Greg in her arms as she travels on the subway and walks carefully on the slushy shovelled snow that covers the sidewalks. What is he up to today? She thinks, knowing that he mustâve gotten home from the studio late yesterday - maybe even this morning. She worked late on emails last night, only having her Christmas playlist playing softly from her TV, and she didnât hear him get home. She wonders if he sleeps in when he does that, or if he still manages to get up early and do whatever it is he does every day. She doesnât know his daily routine, but she admits to herself that sheâs curious.
Having done the errands that were needed for the day, Y/N ends up sitting at her desk for the remaining three hours of her work day. Her and Amanda go over new interns to hire, seeing as Y/Nâs boss doesnât want her away from the office doing intern work forever. And then she and Sammy are walking out of the building together at five oâclock sharp. They endured yet another eleven hour work day today. And this was one of the easiest days this week, since it was spent shopping around and organizing the office. Tomorrow there would be two A-list clients coming in for their last styling of the year, both finalizing their outfits for the upcoming Grammy awards too.
âYou seem off today,â Sammy says as they walk down the stairs to the subway.Â
âI, um,â Y/N licks her lips and narrows her eyes at the screen that reads when the next stop would be. She looks at her friend and sighs. âI got into a fight with Mark earlier,â she states.Â
âAnother one?â Sammy questions, raising a brow and giving her a look that said âreally?â.
âYup,â Y/N says, rolling her lips into her mouth and nodding. âHeâs too busy with work to come back to the city for the rest of the month, said he doesnât see the point in coming back even for a day before he has to go back home to the West Coast. So, I ended up yelling at him in the middle of the Gucci store.âÂ
âAre you for real?â Sammy asks in shock, his eyes widening as Y/N explains what her boyfriend had told her earlier.Â
âYup,â she repeats, nodding her head again too. âOh, and he said my apartment looked like a four year old decorated it and it looked like crap,â Y/N chuckles, realizing now how stupid Markâs fighting words were.Â
âY/N,â Sammy sighs, âdump him,â he says while placing a hand on her shoulder and giving her a sympathetic smile. âI get that you wanted to give this guy a chance, but all you guys ever do is fight and I donât want to say it but Iâm going to,â he sighs again dramatically, âIâve seen you smile over that new neighbour of yours more than Mark in the past few weeks. Thatâs a sign.â
âBut what if I didnât give Mark a real chance? And what if Iâm just playing Harry up in my head-â
âNo, none of that,â Sammy shakes his head and stares deep into Y/Nâs eyes. âYou are the most polite and sweetest person Iâve ever met. Thereâs no way in hell you didnât give Mark a chance, hell you gave him a million chances, letâs face it. And as for Harry, youâll never know unless you get to know him.âÂ
Y/N rolls her eyes as Sammy drops his hand and tilts his head to the side. She notices the platform getting busier and louder then, as the subway makes way towards them from the North. This was her ride, while Sammy had to wait another ten minutes for the one that went to Brooklyn. Y/N thinks about what Sammy had said. Maybe she did give Mark plenty of chances and maybe their time was up, but that doesnât mean she feels comfortable jumping right back into the game of dating with Harry. Plus, how bad would that make her look. Harry would probably think she didnât care about relationships and typically shuffled around boys, which was so far from her case. In fact it was why she was so hesitant to date Mark in the first place - she didnât like to give her time and love to just anyone. Itâs just too bad she didnât realize that Mark wasnât worth it sooner.Â
âIf Iâm just getting out of this relationship with Mark, I canât just start dating Harry,â Y/N exclaims to Sammy.
âI didnât say date him right away, I said get to know him,â Sammy states, âhang out, be his friend, and if things happen then they happen. The world works in funny ways,â Sammy says matter of factly, pointing a finger at her while she starts taking a few steps towards the subway thatâs coming to a stop. âWeâll talk later! Dump the fucking guy though!â Sammy shouts as Y/N just shakes her head and rolls her eyes while getting into the mass of people cramming on the subway.Â
âYeah, dump the son of a bitch,â a croaky voice startles Y/N as she gets through the door. An elderly woman is smiling back at her, her yellow teeth contrasting against her dark skin as she smiles wickedly at Y/N. She chuckles awkwardly and nods, walking across the space to an open seat.Â
Opening her purse, she finds her Airpods and puts them into her ears. They connect to her phone automatically and she begins to tap on her phone, deciding on which playlist she wants to listen to on her way home. Once she clicks shuffle on her âgirl freaking powerâ playlist, she turns it all the way up and lets the anger in Halseyâs voice fuel her own anger towards her shit boyfriend. She thinks of their fights that have happened recently the whole ride on the subway, then she thinks if itâd be too cruel of her to break up with him over the phone as she walks the few blocks to her apartment building. If he broke up with me over the phone Iâd be a little upset, Y/N thinks with a frown as she walks across the lobby to the elevator.Â
Y/N, who was so in her own world with her music still turned up all the way as a new song by Olivia OâBrien, doesnât even realize when Harry walks up beside her. He can hear her music blasting through her earphones. He leans forwards a bit, hoping to get in her line of sight. But she is still focused on the elevator doors, nodding her head to whatever song sheâs got playing. Harryâs lips tug up into a smile. When he first saw her standing there when he entered the building he got a little nervous, unsure how this interaction between them would go. Should he apologize right away for not knowing she had a boyfriend and asking her for dinner?
âHello?â Harry sings. âY/N?â He calls in a normal voice. This time she seems to notice that someone is beside her. She jumps slightly, placing a hand over her heart and reaches up with the other to take out an Airpod which causes her music to stop completely.Â
âYou scared me,â she breathes out.Â
âSorry,â Harry says, giving her a timid smile. âI tried getting your attention a few times, it must be a good song.âÂ
She looks down at the earphone in her hand and nods, âuh, yeah, just really into empowering female music today.â She states.Â
Harry hums and nods, then the elevator opens, revealing a few people inside which causes Y/N to step towards him as they move out of the way. If he hadnât taken a step back fast enough she'd practically be right up against him. He breathes in and smells her perfume, the intoxicating scent of rose filling his nostrils with her being so close. Y/N gives a quick âyouâre welcomeâ to the people who step out as they thank them for moving before they both step into the elevator together. Harry was too busy thinking about how close Y/N had been to step up and hit the number six button before he could. He gives her a smile in thanks.
The elevator begins to ascend as the space falls into silence between them. Theyâre both overthinking. What should I say? Is what is on both their minds as they pass the first floor, and then the second. Harry lets out a short breath through his nose before leaning his back against the railing.Â
âIâm sorry for being so clueless,â he states, pausing when Y/Nâs head whips up and her eyes meet his. âI didnât think youâd have a boyfriend and I just didnât think twice before asking you if you wanted to get dinner,â he says, finally getting the thought off his chest.Â
Y/N furrows her brows, âand why did you think I wouldnât have a boyfriend?â She asks, teasing him, but Harryâs face falls and he stands straight once again, bringing both his hands up and waves them in front of himself as if in surrender.Â
âNot that youâre like not pretty enough for a boyfriend, or nice enough, cause to be quite honest I would be surprised if you didnât have a boyfriend cause you are like the prettiest girl Iâve ever met and not to mention really nice and super cool too-âÂ
âI was just teasing you, Harry,â Y/N stops him. But his words had caused quite the feeling inside her stomach, butterflies were multiplying like it was nobody's business while she swore she felt her heartbeat in the soles of her feet.Â
âOh,â he breathes out, âright. Well, still, Iâm sorry.â He casts his eyes down to the floor, feeling his cheeks warm up from embarrassment. The elevator sounds a quiet bing! as the doors open for them on the sixth floor. Harry lifts his eyes to meet Y/Nâs once more, motioning with his hand for her to exit first. She smiles and walks out with him right behind her.Â
Y/N doesnât say anything till sheâs at her apartment door, her key in the lock, and she notices Harry is at his door a few feet away. She sighs and stops twisting the key, letting her shoulder sag as she looks over at Harry.Â
âIâm sorry too, by the way,â she says. Harry looks up at the sound of her voice, thinking she was simply going to take in her apology and go about her merry life with Mark. He watches her tongue dart out and wet her lips as she leans into her door. âI should have mentioned Mark, even just in a quick comment, but honestly our relationship is sort of new and even a little non-existent at times, it seems, so I guess I was just enjoying making a new friend. I didnât even think about it,â Y/N explains herself.Â
Harry takes in her words; that her relationship is new, and non-existent? He wonders what she means by that. But he canât help but smile at her mentioning that she enjoyed becoming his friend. Harry nods his head and letâs his smile grow wider, knowing his dimples would show.Â
âIâd like to keep being your friend,â Y/N adds, âif thatâs okay?âÂ
âItâs totally okay,â Harry nods. Y/N smiles and nods back.Â
âOkay,â she says softly.Â
Harry fits his key into the lock without looking, keeping his eyes on Y/Nâs as he notices her cheeks glowing a shade of pink. âHow about a movie night? Tomorrow? If youâre not busy, of course,â Harry suggests, twisting his key and unlocking the door.Â
âI think Iâm free. Itâll have to be Christmas themed, of course,â Y/N says, narrowing her eyes as if to challenge Harry to fight her on it - like Mark would.Â
âWell, yeah,â Harry scoffs, eyebrows pulled together and head shaking in faux disbelief. âWouldnât have it any other way during the month of December,â he adds.Â
Why couldnât I have moved in like six months ago? Y/N thinks to herself as she smiles at Harry. She finds herself liking him more with every word that comes out of that pretty mouth of his. If only she had met him before she met Mark. Things would be easier, thatâs for sure.
The two of them agree on a time for tomorrow, six in the evening, before saying their goodbyes and walking into their homes that were side by side. After Y/N takes off her shoes and coat, she walks towards her bedroom to get changed into some workout clothes for a quick at home video before she ate dinner. Just as sheâs changing she hears the muffled sounds of Harryâs guitar - something sheâs grown fond of hearing through their shared wall. Maybe sheâll get him to play her something tomorrow, she thinks with a smile.Â
Y/N makes her way back into her living room and starts up her workout video. She does some jumping jacks to get her warmed up, but honestly, her heart is already pounding in her chest from her interaction with Harry and the plans they have made. Without a doubt she knows sheâll be counting down the hours during her work day tomorrow till six oâclock.
Elf or Polar Express? Both were very different Christmas movies, and they were the two she was torn between taking over to Harryâs. They hadnât talked about whoâs apartment they would hang out in, but as it was ten minutes to six, she hoped to get out the door and knock on his first, in order to get the chance to ask him to play his guitar for her maybe. But thatâs not how itâs going to work out because Y/Nâs too busy being stuck between two of her favourite movies when suddenly, thereâs a knock at her door. She frowns knowing that itâs Harry and wouldnât get to hear him play guitar, but gets up from where she was sitting crossed legged on the floor to answer the door.Â
Her fuzzy socks pad across the hardwood floor as she walks to her door, peering through the peephole quickly to double check to see it was Harry. She smiles at the sight of his floppy brown hair and unlocks her door before swinging it open. Harry looks up as she opens the door, meeting her gaze for only a moment before he watches her take in his apparel.Â
He had thought about it for way too long, what he was to wear to hangout and watch movies with the girl he liked, but ended up staying dressed down as he was all day. Y/N liked how the plain white shirt he wore fit him, only a small brand logo that was over his heart, but she really liked the pastel rainbow coloured sweatpants he wore too. He looks comfy and ready to lay back and relax for a few hours with her. Heâs not wearing any shoes though, which makes Y/N furrows her brows for a second.Â
âI didnât really see any point in putting on shoes for the few feet out of my apartment,â Harry states quickly to let her know. Y/N nods, chuckling under her breath, but understanding what he means. She steps back and lets him into her home.Â
Harry takes in the atmosphere of Y/Nâs apartment for the second time now. The glow from her many Christmas lights makes him feel warm inside, and her Christmas tree was the focal point of it all. He likes the odd ornaments that are littered among the branches, and he canât quite make out what they all are, but something tells him that they each hold a special meaning to Y/N. Maybe some from her childhood, others from some trips sheâs had - he could see her collecting them from anywhere sheâs travelled to. Harry makes a mental note to ask her at one point.Â
âI was thinking of making some hot chocolate, and I have a bag of, like, this candy cane and white chocolate pretzels that Iâve been obsessed with lately and was going to munch on that during the movie, but I have a bunch of other snacks too, honestly,â Y/N starts to explain to Harry. He turns on his heels to see sheâs already locked her door and is now moving into the kitchen.Â
âIâm cool with some hot chocolate,â Harry nods, âand Iâll give the pretzels a try, they sound good.âÂ
âThey are so good, oh my god,â she moans at the mere thought of eating them. Bending down to open her bottom drawer, she reveals a well organized array of munchies that looked like a stoner's heaven.Â
As sheâs ruffling through the drawer Harry takes in her outfit. Sheâs got on a pair of Christmas themed pajama bottoms with little snowflakes scattered along the dark blue material that matched with her plain dark blue shirt. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun, wispy hairs falling around her face as it looks as though itâs been up all day and she hasnât cared to fix it. Overall, she looks comfortable and at ease - as she should be in her own home. He had wondered if she ever dressed down, seeing as he had only ever seen her after a day of work dressed in trendy high fashion, but somehow casual clothing. Christmas pajamas suit her, he thinks with a smile.
Y/N gets a hold of the bag of pretzels sheâs talking about and opens it, taking one out for herself right away to bite down on before turning to Harry whoâs standing in her kitchen. She smiles at the pretzel and lifts the bag to him. Harry takes a few steps towards her before reaching into the bag and grabbing one for himself. He brings it to his mouth and Y/N watches for his reaction. His jaw flexes as he chews down on the sweet yet salty treat.Â
Harry hums and nods, reaching into the bag again, ânot bad,â he says before chewing on another one. Y/N smiles and passes him the bag all together, turning towards the stove top to turn on the kettle already filled with water.Â
âCan you find two mugs in that cabinet?â Y/N asks Harry as she looks to her left and sees him standing in front of the cabinet that held her many mugs and glasses. She points to it and Harry nods. He puts the bag of pretzels down after sneaking one last one into his mouth, and opens the cabinet door to reveal Y/Nâs collection of mugs. He goes for the two at the front, which were Christmas themed, of course; one shaped like the Grinch and the other like Santa. As he sets them down on the counter in front of him, beside the bag of pretzels that he sticks his hand into again, he notices a glass container full of brown powder that he assumes is her hot chocolate mix.Â
âIs this your hot chocolate mix?â He asks, just to be sure.
âYes,â Y/N nods, âI honestly make myself a cup almost every night during the colder seasons.âÂ
âAre you a coffee or tea person?â Harry asks, keeping his eyes on the container as he twists it open and sees a metal teaspoon measuring cup inside already. He starts to scoop some into each mug as he waits for Y/Nâs answer. Although he is very aware of her possibly liking coffee, considering how heâs seen her with many Starbucks cups before.Â
âYeah, I enjoy both too. I have way too much coffee during my work days, and tea reminds me of the days at my grandparents,â she explains, watching Harry scoop her preferred amount of mix into each mug without even asking. She smiles softly, seeing him reach for yet another pretzel too.Â
âAre you saying tea is for old people?â Harry questions, raising a brow as he peers at Y/N in the corner of his eye. Y/N rolls her eyes, a smile still on her lips. Her kettle begins to squeal into the air, but sheâs quick to turn and take it off the heat. She turns off the stove and uses a tea towel to bring it over to the mugs - Harry steps back out of her way, but not before grabbing the bag of pretzels.Â
âOld people and the British too, of course,â Y/N teases.Â
Harry chuckles, âof course,â he says in agreement. He waits till Y/N fills the mugs and sets the kettle back down on the stovetop before he steps back to the counter and wraps a hand around the handle of the Grinch mug. Y/N is quick, stepping towards him and gently slapping his hand.Â
Harry flinches his hand away and raises a brow at Y/N, jokingly taken back by her action. Y/N bites down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from giggling over how cute that look on his face was.Â
âI have whipped cream thatâs in a can, but itâs still good,â Y/N states, giving him a look that said âback off and let me do thisâ. Harry only chuckles again and nods. âAlso slow down on the pretzels, if I donât get any during the movie Iâll be very upset.â
âTheyâre addicting, sorry,â Harry mumbles through his mouth full of pretzels, a smile tugging at his mouth.Â
âTrust me, I know. Thatâs like my fourth bag this week, I swear,â she states with a chuckle.Â
As Y/N walks to her fridge Harry steps up to the mugs once more and takes a chance on the drawer directly under them for a spoon. His instincts are right as he pulls the drawer open to see her utensils; he grabs a teaspoon in order to stir the hot chocolate. Y/N turns back from the fridge with the whipped cream can in hand, turning around to see Harry focused on the mugs. She smiles, tilting her head as she watches him nudge the drawer closed with his hip, and begin to stir the contents of them till the powder was all mixed in with the water. Look at them being all domestic, she thinks. Licking her lips, she shakes her head a little and walks up to Harry, shaking the can of whipped cream and waits for him to finish stirring. He sets the spoon in the sink and watches as Y/N tops off the mugs with a heap of whipped cream.Â
âYou better actually eat the whipped topping this time,â Harry says to her teasingly, referring to when they had hot chocolate in the park, and she let her whipped cream melt. Y/N chuckles and brings the tip of the whipped cream can to her open mouth.Â
She puts pressure on the top again and makes the sweet cream pile into her mouth as she tips her head back, the aerosol can is the only noise in the room as Harry watches her do it. His breath catches in his throat and he blinks several times as he imagines an entirely different scenario with this whipped cream can and her mouth. Y/N brings the whipped cream away from her mouth and swallows, watching Harry do the same thing - did she make him feel uncomfortable? She thinks to herself as she licks her lips and looks down at the ground. Donât overthink it, donât overthink it, she thinks while walking back to the fridge to return the whipped cream to the shelf. When she turns back, she sees that Harry has both mugs in his hands.Â
âMaybe I should just have both of these, since youâre probably full from that mouth full of whipped cream,â Harry teases her, bringing both mugs to his lips, acting as if heâs going to slurp up the whipped topping thatâs nearly flowing over the side.
âAbsolutely not,â Y/N gasps, reaching forward quickly for the Grinch mug, but Harry moves it out of her grasp faster.Â
âI want the Grinch one,â he says with a slight whine to his voice. Y/N canât stop the giggle this time, blushing afterwards as she thinks of how freaking adorable he is.Â
âFine,â she sighs and takes the Santa mug from him instead. Â
Harry grins and lets her lead the way back into her living room, the bag of pretzels in his other hand. Y/N sets her mug down on the coaster on the coffee table, just like she had with her glass of wine the last time Harry was over. He watches as she sits cross legged on the floor in front of her tv stand. Y/N grabs the two movies she was debating over earlier in each hand and lifts them up for Harry to see. He loves them both of course.Â
âWhich one? I canât decide,â Y/N states. Harry hums and lifts his mug to his lip to slurp up some whipped cream.Â
âElf,â Harry answers, âIâm in a Will Ferrel comedy kind of mood,â he adds.Â
âAlright,â Y/N chuckles under her breath and turns away from Harry to open her DVD player and then open the case for Elf. He liked that she had the movies on physical DVD, not just clicking away on a streaming app. She places the DVD in the player and then closes it again before standing up quickly and skipping over to the couch, plopping down excitedly but gently that Harry isnât even scared that heâll spill his hot chocolate.Â
âWe can watch the other one next time,â Harry suggests, feeling brave in the moment as the trailers start to play softly on the screen and Y/N is reaching for the remote that sat on the coffee table. She looks at him and smiles.
ââkay, yeah, next time,â she pauses but then points the remote at Harry. âBut next time youâre hosting, I feel like we should switch it up sometimes,â she adds and waits to see Harry nod with a smile before she turns to the TV and gets to the main menu of the movie.
âFair, I just think my place lacks the holiday cheer that we would want,â Harry explains. Y/N stops her from hitting play right away and leans back into the couch, flopping her head to the side to look at Harry. Heâs still holding his mug, which reminds her that her own is sitting there untouched, so she sits up again and grabs it.
âWell you know what would fix that?â She questions, bringing the mug to her lips and slurping up some of the whipped cream that was in fact already melting. Harry watches her as her eyes are glued to her mug, focused on not spilling it over the sides it seems.Â
âDecorations?â He asks, still watching her. He smiles as she licks her upper lip thatâs covered in melting whipped cream.
âExactly,â she nods enthusiastically. She takes another few sips of her hot chocolate before leaning back into her couch once again, getting all snuggled up before lifting the remote to the TV and hitting play.
âIâm not really good with decorating - my sister and mom did my apartment to be honest,â Harry admits. Y/N watches the opening scene of one of her favourite Christmas movies, feeling all giddy inside as itâs the first time sheâs watching it this holiday season. She gets like this every year with every holiday movie.
âWell, I can help you out. Maybe we can do a little trip to Target before our next movie night. Then do a quick set up and then watch the movie after,â Y/N suggests, nervously peering over at Harry over the rim of her mug after. She doesnât know if sheâs crossing a line or anything. She just wants to spend more time with him, even if itâs just as friends.Â
Harry gives Y/N a half smile, one of his dimples making an appearance as he looks into her eyes. He would love that, honestly. The idea of them wandering through the Christmas isles at Target as she gives him advice on what decorations would go together and fit his apartment style; they would set up the decorations after and heâd watch her be in her element. Maybe heâd put on some Christmas music and hope she would dance around. Harry gives Y/N a short nod.Â
âI like that plan,â Harry tells her.Â
Y/N smiles and nods back at him. âThen itâs a deal, weâll set a time after the movie. Itâs about to get good,â she says, looking back at the TV screen again as Will Ferrelâs character makes his appearance.Â
âThe whole movie is good,â Harry states.Â
âShh,â Y/N hushes him, taking another sip of her drink and keeping her eyes on the movie. Harry smiles and watches her watch Elf. He notices her hand gently tapping the cushion between them after a moment. Harry chuckles under his breath and nudges the bag of pretzels open, taking a few for himself before facing the bag her way. Once sheâs got one between her teeth she feels completely content.Â
Sheâs got a cup of yummy hot chocolate, her favourite snack, Christmas lights are twinkling around her, one of her favourite Christmas movies is playing, and sheâs with good company too. In fact, she finds herself not once thinking of Mark the rest of the night. Even in her dreams, itâs Harry, again.Â
They exchanged phone numbers. Itâs not a big deal, Harry thinks to himself as he gets a third text from his newest contact in his phone. But it felt like a big deal; it was an easy way to get a hold of her whenever he needed to or wanted to even. Not that he would just bother her for no good reason. As much as heâd like to text with her all day, he knows that they really just exchanged phone numbers in order to plan to hangout easily. Like for today, Y/N had a long work day, but still wanted to take Harry Christmas decor shopping, so she was asking him if he could just meet her at the closest Target.Â
Thereâs one a few blocks away from the apartment, Iâll send you the location, are you able to meet me there? She texts along with a Google Maps link to the store. Harry tapped out a response right away, letting his focus sway away from the TV show he had on when her name lit up his screen.Â
Sounds good to me, what time? Harry hits send and notices the bubble with three dots pop up right away. She must have a moment at work right now; he checks the time to see itâs just past noon, assuming sheâs on her lunch break.Â
I should be leaving the office by 3pm today, then itâs like a 15 minutes subway ride and 5 minute walk to get there for me. So like 3:30ish, is that okay with you? Wait. Are you busy today? I didnât even ask if you were working too, sorry. She sends the texts in a few separate bubbles, realizing that she didnât even ask if Harry was working or not today. Y/N has no idea what the schedule of a songwriter was like. Harry chuckles at her little panic and types out his response.Â
Super busyâŠ. Watching mindless TV shows on Netflix. He adds a laughing emoji for good measure, to which Y/N replies with some of her own laughing emojis before saying God I wish that was how my day was going.Â
Y/N ends up texting Harry her whole lunch break. He asks about what sheâs been doing today, his responses seeming very interested in the adventures she has had in the office being a stand in model since her measurements were close to a clients. She then asks what show heâs watching, to which he tells her about this Netflix baking show called Sugar Rush and he tells her about the challenge the contestants on the most recent episode endured. Y/N finds herself smiling at her screen, nearly forgetting to even eat her lunch. Sammy clears his throat just a few minutes before their time is up and causes her to look up at him, raising her eyebrows at his own.Â
âWhat?â She asks, stabbing her fork into the salad she had Sammy pick up for her earlier.Â
âNothing,â Sammy hums, Y/N rolls her eyes. âJust noticed youâve been quite busy on that phone of yours for the past, oh, I donât know, twenty five minutes,â Sammy teases her, eyes widening slightly and motioning his hands in the air with his words. He did that a lot, talking with his hands, that is.Â
âSo?â Y/N tries to brush off her friend's pushy behaviour.Â
âSo? Really? Weâre just going to act as if youâre not giggling at your phone screen like a little school girl?â Sammy questions.Â
âI am not doing that,â Y/N huffs.Â
âYeah, sure, sweetie and Iâm straight,â Sammy rolls his eyes dramatically and then pouts while shaking his body in his seat. Y/N furrows her brows at his behaviour. âI live off your love life. Please give me something, anything. Please just tell me that youâre talking to that hot neighbour of yours and let me continue on my merry little day knowing that your love life is about to be thriving while mine is dead.âÂ
Y/N sighs and tries to ignore as her phone vibrates again, signalling that Harry had texted her back. She sits back in her chair and crosses her arms over his chest, covering the deep v-cut of her black body suit that she was wearing with a pair of red slim legged slacks, and a matching red blazer that was currently laying over the back of the chair she sat in. Amanda didnât have any sort of dress code for work, merely to come in looking professional and stylish, which for Y/N, meant a good pant suit moment every once in a while. But with still keeping it sexy and young by pairing it with a bodysuit.Â
âFine, Iâm texting Harry,â Y/N tells Sammy, feeding into his gossip need for the day. âWe actually hung out two night ago, he came over for a movie night-â
âWhat?! Why am I just hearing about this now?â Sammy questions, sitting up quickly and throwing his hands in the air. âWhat happened? Touching? Did you kiss? Oh my lord, tell me what his peni-â
âSammy! Oh my god, relax, please,â Y/N cuts him off, putting a hand up to stop him from talking. âNothing happened. Sorry to disappoint, but I am still in a relationship with Mark. Harry just came over, we made some hot chocolate and polished off a bag of those delicious candy cane pretzels.â
âThose pretzels are good,â Sammy nods in agreement.
âYeah,â Y/N nods, âbut anyways, nothing happened, and nothing is going to happen. Weâre just friends, and I enjoy being around him a lot. So, today after work weâre going to Target to buy his apartment some decorations, then weâll probably order in some food and watch another movie.âÂ
âSounds pretty couple-y to me,â Sammy says in a high pitched tone. Y/N just shakes her head and rolls her eyes at her friend again.Â
Y/N couldnât lie, though. The few hours later in Target, they looked like a couple. Harry pushes the cart down the aisle while she tilts her head and debates which tinsel really fit Harryâs aesthetic. She brings the Starbucks cup to her lips and sips the warm caramel flavoured latte. Y/N was pleasantly surprised when she saw Harry walking up to her outside the Target with two Starbucks holiday cups in his hand. He gave her a timid smile and explained what both of the drinks were, saying he hadnât tasted either and wanted to see what she wanted first before taking the other for himself. It was unexpected and ridiculously sweet of him to do.Â
âI think red would look really nice around your apartment, kind of spice up the place a little,â Y/N explains, her free hand skimming over the many different tinsels that were hanging up before her. Harry agrees, red would look nice in his apartment and spice things up a lot, except his mind is thinking of this red pant suit sheâs wearing right now. He thinks it would look rather nice on his bedroom floor.
When she walked up to him and he took in her outfit, he nearly tripped over his own feet and spilled the two coffees he brought with him. But he kept himself together, well, sort of. He stumbled over his words, rambled like a fool about why he got the two coffees for her, but they finally got into the store, which now, heâs just been checking her out as they walked to the Christmas section. Get it together, Harry thinks to himself.Â
âRedâs nice,â Harry says, his voice cracking slightly. So, he clears his throat and steps away from the cart to pick up a piece of tinsel that Y/N was looking at. âI like the bit of silver mixed in too,â he comments.Â
âI was thinking the same thing,â she says with a smile before grabbing four more of the same one and adding it to the cart. Harry does the same with the one in his hand and then puts his hands on the cart once more, pushing it back and forth just a few inches. Harry canât stop himself from admiring that suit once more as she bends down to check out the many different boxes of tree ornaments.Â
âWhich ones?â Y/N asks, quickly turning her body. Y/N catches his gaze on her body, but Harry blinks quickly and meets her stare. The corner of her lips tug up into a smug smile at the thought of Harry checking her out.Â
âThe ones in your, uh, your right hand,â Harry answers her questions, clearing his throat again and watching as she stands straight before putting the ornaments into the cart.Â
They continue their way through Target, still looking very much like a couple as they grab a few bags of the candy cane pretzels that Y/N got Harry hooked on the other night before heading to the check out. Harry insists on paying for the few little items of Y/Nâs in the cart, telling her over and over again that it wasnât a huge deal. He almost doesnât let her carry a single thing, but she quickly gets a hold of a standing Santa decoration that was too big for a bag and hugs it to her chest their whole walk home.Â
Harry unlocks his apartment door for them, noticing how their neighbour Mr Matthers is opening his at the same time to peer out and see whoâs in the hallway. Harry holds open the door for Y/N, she thanks him in a small voice and smiles at him. Looking back out into the hallway, Harry waves at Mr Matthers, who simply returns it with a scowl on his face before Harry steps inside and shuts the door behind him. Suppose their neighbour is a bit jealous of Harry, heâs seen the way he looks at Y/N. Hell, especially today in that suit, everyone on the street was looking at Y/N with wide eyes and big smiles - Harry felt like quite the lucky guy, little did everyone know they were in fact not together. Just friends, Harry reminds himself for the millionth time.Â
âOh, I love the tree,â Y/N states, her voice bringing Harry back to Earth as he locks the door and walks over to his coffee table to set down the many bags in his arms. Y/N is still holding the Santa decoration to her chest, looking at the fake Christmas tree he had purchased on Amazon yesterday on a whim. He was thinking about them decorating together again, and thought that it wouldnât feel right if he didn't have a tree too. Itâs a good thing he told Y/N over text, otherwise they wouldnât have gotten ornaments or anything for it.Â
âYeah, I just got the first one that included lights on Amazon, to be honest,â Harry tells her. Y/N chuckles and walks over, setting the Santa decoration just beside the tree gently.Â
She brushes a hand over the tree and smiles, âitâs wonderful, really pulls the whole festive look together in my opinion.â
âI agree,â Harry nods. He grabs for the TV remote and turns it on, quickly turning the volume down before he sets it up to the music channels - clicking on the Christmas tunes without a second thought. Y/N watches Harry, her heart hammering in her chest as the soft sounds of Michael Buble fills the room. Mark would never do any of this - he wouldnât voluntarily put on Christmas music, ever. In fact, he shut off the station in her car on the way to the airport. And he definitely wouldnât decorate with her either, seeing as he thinks that her apartment looks childish. She pouts at the thought of her and Markâs phone call the other day. He hasnât called or texted her since.
âDid you not want to listen to Christmas music?â Harry asks suddenly, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts and turns to look at him. Heâs taking off his jacket, revealing a white shirt underneath with a bumble bee and some blue writing around it, paired with his purple trousers and a pair of white socks on his feet after slipping out of his shoes too. Y/N loves his simple yet not basic style.
âNo, no,â Y/N assures him, finally unbuttoning her blazer now and taking off the mittens and beanie she had worn in the cold. She stuffs them into the blazer pocket and slips out of it. âI love Christmas music so much, honestly maybe a little too much, Mark hates it,â she admits.Â
A shiver falls over her body as she realizes then sheâs simply in the rather thin bodysuit that also dipped very low in the front. Y/N doesnât look at Harry as she feels her nipples harder from the coolness of his apartment, embarrassed as she didnât prepare for her attire after going out. Harry suddenly lifts up a hand, his pointer finger up as if to say âone secondâ, then heâs walking down the hallways and returns not even a minute later with a black sweater in hand.Â
âItâs clean, just washed today, I promise,â Harry tells her, holding out one of his favourite jumpers for her. He had been given a few merchandising pieces from the label over the years and this plain black jumper that read âColumbiaâ on the front in white has been in his possession for a couple years now. In his opinion, it was very comfortable due to how much heâs worn it.
âThank you,â Y/N says softly while taking it from him.Â
She puts it on and is immediately warmer. Her hands cover completely because of how long the sleeves are and it falls down past her bum too, due to the large size. She looks good, Harry thinks as he takes in her wearing his clothing. Y/N smiles and turns to grab things from the Target bags they had just brought in.Â
âOkay, letâs begin with the tree then,â she says excitedly, trying to clap her hands together but just ends up smacking the sleeves of Harryâs hoodie together.
Itâs just as Harry imagined it. The soft lights from the Christmas tree glow over the shadows of Y/Nâs face as she wraps the red tinsel around the base of it before passing it to Harry in order for him to reach the taller portion of the tree. She dances when Jingle Bell Rock plays on the TV, his jumper swaying around her body because of how big it is on her. Theyâre both smiling and singing along to the music, jokingly of course. Harry wasnât about to show her all his little secrets and start belting out White Christmas along with the singers of Wham!
âCan you pass me a couple of the silver balls?â Y/N asks Harry, her eyes on the tree as she put the last red ball ornament she had grabbed onto a branch. Harry raises his eyebrows in a joking manner.Â
âThe what?â He questions, but still making his way to where the array of different coloured ball ornaments laid on the couch.Â
âLike two of the balls,â she says again. Harry laughs, his eyes crinkling up and his dimples fully showing as he does. Y/N furrows her brows, but then gets why heâs laughing. âYouâre a child,â she scolds him playfully.Â
âI couldnât help myself,â Harry states, grabbing two of the ornaments sheâs asking for and passing them to her.Â
âThank you for the balls, Harry,â she says. They both end up laughing this time, she canât help it. His laughter is contagious with how his eyes squint up and his dimple somehow deepens, not to mention the little vocal âahaâ he does before laughing. It makes Y/Nâs stomach ache, not from laughing too, but with the butterflies. Those stupid little butterflies that have made a home inside of her stomach since meeting this kind, handsome, British man.Â
Once the tree is done, Y/N beats Harry to ordering them food. They decide on getting sushi, which is something she could never order with Mark since he has this personal vendetta against seafood for some reason. But Mark isnât on her mind for long. Itâs all Harry, all the freaking time. She likes how he beams a winning smile at the delivery guy and thanks him three times in the sixty seconds heâs at his door, and how he barely pays his phone any attention the whole night besides when it chimes with a few texts that he explains is his workmates group chat. Now, she canât stop watching him chew his food; how his jaw flexes with each bite and how his eyebrows furrow when he canât get the chopsticks to grab the California roll he wanted. Why do I find him eating so attractive? Y/N shakes her head slightly and forces herself to look back at the TV thatâs playing the Sugar Rush show on Netflix that Harry was texting her about earlier.Â
Harry collects their take out containers after a few moments to ensure that Y/N is done, asking her just to be sure she doesnât want the two pieces that are left over. She thanks him, but says no, and he manages to grab all five containers in one trip to the kitchen. His mom most definitely raised him well, Y/N thinks as she lays back on his couch and watches the TV show. It suddenly hits Y/N, his brows pulling together as she pushes herself to sit up and turns her body to look behind her through the open concept to look at Harry.Â
âAre you going home for Christmas?â She asks him. Y/N assumed home was England, besides obvious factors, but she remembers him telling her about driving in London once. Harry brushes his hands on a tea towel that's hanging off his stove before turning to walk back into the living room.Â
âUm, no, not this year,â Harry says.Â
âOh, do you typically go home and visit your family? You mentioned your mom and sister had decorated this place though, do they live here?â She throws the other questions his way as he walks around the couch and sits in his spot again.Â
âThey all live in England, yeah,â he nods, âmy mom, my step dad, older sister and her boyfriend all flew out here with me to help me settle in the few years back when I got my job. But I do usually go home for holidays, or just casually during the summer. Earlier this year I had to make an unexpected trip,â Harry pauses and clears his throat as he looks away from Y/N as he feels that familiar pain in his chest, âmy step dad passed away. So it just took a bit of money out of my account, I decided not to fork out the money for expensive flights during the holidays.â
Hearing that Harry had lost his step dad recently torn Y/Nâs heart in two. She frowns, taking a deep breath before reaching over and placing a hand over Harryâs that rested folded in his lap. Harry looks at where their skin touched, it felt like his hands were vibrating under her touch. She swipes her thumb over his knuckles, the touch so soft like a feather just barely skimming over his skin. Harry has to stop himself from flipping his hand over slowly and intertwining their fingers together. She has a boyfriend, sheâs just being a good person and comforting a friend.Â
âIâm very sorry to hear about your step dad, Harry,â she soft and gentle voice, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his knuckle again as she watches him inhale deeply through his nose.Â
Harry clears his throat of the threatening tears and shakes his head slightly, a piece of his hair falling onto his forehead as he does. He takes one of his hands and lays it over Y/Nâs, giving it a few pats. Tonight had been good
and fun, and he didnât want to go ruining the mood with his tears. So, he lifts his head and looks at Y/N, finding her somber eyes staring at him already. He forces a smile, licking his lips before clearing his throat again.Â
âThank you,â he says, âI donât want to make this good night all emotional now, so yeah, the short answer is Iâm not leaving the city for the holidays this year. I do have a trip planned in March to see my mum for mothers day though,â Harry explains, rubbing Y/Nâs hand thatâs between his.Â
Y/N mirrors his smile, although itâs not as full as usual, a bit sad still as she thinks about what Harry and his family mustâve gone through this year - and that his mother wonât see her son her first Christmas without her husband to top it all off. Maybe she could buy his flights? But no, no she couldnât, she thinks sadly. They sit there like that for another moment, her hand between his much larger once, and they stare at each other. Finally, Y/N lets out a sigh and tries to get out of her head before she ends up crying. Harry lets go of her hand slowly, and she brings both hands to her face to brush back her hair. Harry does the same to get the strand of hair that had fallen on his forehead back into place.Â
âWell Iâm glad you can go see your mom for mothers day, at least,â Y/N says, looking at the positive. Harry nods and then leans back, throwing an arm over the back of the couch to stretch out.
âYeah, me too,â he agrees, âsheâs already telling me all about the plans sheâs made for my trip and talks my ear right off as if itâs happening tomorrow.â Harry tells Y/N with a chuckle.
Hearing his little laugh brings a real smile to her face this time. âIâm sure sheâs counting the days till you fly in,â Y/N says. She is starting to feel a little tired as she lays back on the couch, laying her legs out on the chaise. Harry watches as she pulls the sleeves of his jumper back down, she had rolled them up while eating so they didnât get in the way, but he likes the sweater paw look on her as she snuggles into the couch.Â
âDo you spend Christmas at home still?â Harry asks her, keeping his voice soft as he realizes itâs gotten late and both their eyelids are getting heavy.Â
âMy parents have something on Christmas Eve, sometimes I spend the night, other times I make my way home,â she exclaims vaguely.Â
Y/N doesnât love her times at home anymore; she finds her parents âIâm too rich for anything' attitude to be tiresome. As she grew up into her own person, she realized the privilege she had with the wealth she grew up with. She started to see how pointless some parties her mother threw, and how little she would have to try to just coast through life. Y/N didnât want to grow up like every other bratty kid on the Upper East Side, so she moved out right after graduation, got into fashion school, focused on herself, and earned her own money - all while learning of how to use her privilege for good, like donating her time and money to good causes. Something her parents only did to look good within their social circle.Â
So, going back home for over the top holiday parties, getting gifted a new car every year, and seeing her parents throw their money at whatever, really only bothered her more than anything. Y/N would simply stop in for Christmas Eve, enjoy a few hours with family and then go home to her own world again.Â
A yawn slips past Y/Nâs mouth as sheâs deep in thought, which then makes Harry yawn as the both of them bring their hands to cover their mouth and then letting out soft laughter afterwards. Y/N sits up and stretches both arms above her head. âI guess I should head home,â she says before standing up slowly.Â
âYeah, youâve got a long way to go,â Harry jokes.Â
âOh yeah, itâll take me ages,â Y/N adds onto the joke with a smile. âThank you for having me over, I really enjoyed it,â she says.Â
Harry nods, âwell thank you for helping me with all this,â he says, motioning to the decorating they had done. They both glance around the room then at their work. The red and silver decor matched Harryâs aesthetic perfectly, just as Y/N thought it would.Â
âWe didnât watch Polar Express,â Y/N realizes suddenly, pouting.Â
âNext time, Y/N,â Harry chuckles. She huffs and lets out a sigh, muttering a quiet âfineâ before making her way towards his front door. Harry follows behind her, planning to lock the door and listen till she gets into her own apartment before getting ready for bed.Â
âShould I text you when Iâm home safe? Itâs just so far away,â Y/N continues to joke around, causing Harry to smile as he watches her grab her blazer and slip into her shoes.Â
âYou never know, Mr Matthers across the hall could intercept you on the way home and kidnap you. I wouldnât sleep till I got that text knowing you got home safely,â Harry says, half joking. Cause you never know with Mr Matthers, he thinks. Y/N laughs and hugs her blazer to her stomach while standing beside the door, reaching for the handle but keeping her gaze on him.
âMr Matthers is harmless,â Y/N says.Â
âHeâs obsessed with you,â Harry counters back. Y/N just rolls her eyes and unlocks the door before swinging it open.Â
âGoodnight Harry,â she says sweetly.Â
âGoodnight, Y/N,â Harry says back with a smile. She mirrors his smile and then walks off into the hallway. Harry watches the door shut behind her and walks over to lock it before turning off the few lights in the living room and entryway. As he is turning off his TV his phone buzzes with an incoming text.Â
Made it home safely and in bed! Sweet dreams read Y/Nâs text sent seconds ago. Harry breathes out a chuckle as he walks down the hallway to his bathroom to begin his nightly routine. As he turns on the light for his bathroom he types back a response. Cheeky.. Sweet dreams Y/N. He turns off the screen before he stands there and waits for her to reply with anything, his heart would even flutter over an emoji.
He was so far gone for this girl, he couldnât stop himself from falling any longer - but it had felt inevitable from the moment his eyes had met hers in the elevator. Â
>> part three <<
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I just skipped school and binge read all of your fanfics- Theyâre really good gRRRRrrr đ„șđ„ș Keep up the good work!! That being said- Can I request a fluffy Hawks x male reader where the reader has a cold and is stuck in bed and Hawks takes care of him? Thank you vv much!!!
HAHHAHA WHY IS ALL MY HAWKS REQUESTS ALWAYS FLUFF (I mean ur like my second one but itâs still flufF) (and not that this wasnât fun to write cuz it was HAAHA Iâm lowkey proud)
(Also gRRRRur so nice but GO TO SCHOOL >:( BARK BARKK BAEKR)
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Hawks x reader - The Sick Fic
â ïžwarnings - itâs as the title says. Itâs the sick fic.
Pronouns - male, he/him
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(Y/n) coughed up sticky red blood.
âY-yeah, no. I donât think I can patrol today, Yusha-san. The villain from yesterday activated their quirk on me-and Iâm feeling a bit sick.â
Yusha, the secretary to the (L/n) hero agency, typed something down on his computer. âIs it something we should be concerned about?â
âNo.â (Y/n) croaked out with a chuckle. âTheir quirk isnât really dangerous, but it did make me a bit sick. Itâll pass, donât worry.â
âOk. Iâll send in one of your sidekicks to patrol with Hawks-san today.â More typing from across the phone. (Y/n) pursed his lips.
âU-uh,â
âDonât worry. Iâm sending a male sidekick.â Yusha practically read his mind. (Y/n) didnât want any stupid girls hitting on his stupid, popular, pro-hero patrol buddy boyfriend.
âThank you, Yusha-san.â
âItâs nothing. Get some rest, (H/n). We expect you to show up tomorrow.â Yusha ended up before (Y/n) could even say goodbye. He lazily dropped his phone onto his bedside table, burying himself under his bedsheets as best as he could. Just as he was getting comfy, the urge to cough up more blood kicked him in the stomach.
He flung himself over his bed, practically shoving his head into the small waste bin under his bedside table. He wiped his mouth with his forearm after hacking up more blood, his head suddenly feeling hazy and jumbled.
He groaned, and got under the bedsheets once more. The world seemed to be against him today, as another distraction forced him out from his beauty sleep.
His phone buzzed once. Twice. Then the annoying, overlapping ring of multiple messages being spammed buzzed out his phone, making (Y/n) cover his ears with his pillow.
Annoyed, he patted around the side table tilâ his hand landed on his phone, pulling it towards him and under the sheets.
âKeigo đ - where r u :(â
âKeigo đ - whoâs this...rando dude patrolling wit me :(((â
âKeigo đ - r u asleep or smthâ
âKeigo đ - wake up ur late to patrol and I need my yakitori addiction funded todayâ
âKeigo đ - DUDEâ
âKeigo đ - BBBBBBBBBBâ
âKeigo đ - IM NOT GONNA STOP SPAMMING U TILL U ANSWER ME OR SHOW UP AN PATROL WITH ME >:(((â
(Y/n) sighed. He opened the messages, meaning that Keigo would get the âmessage readâ notification, but he couldnât care less. Tossing the phone lazily on the table, he muted the messages app.
âââ
(Y/n) stirred in his sleep when he heard tapping on his bedroom window. (Y/n) opened his sticky eyes, barely open enough to see a blurry red object tapping against the glass frame. Eventually, the object halted, gave up, and swooped down and out of sight. He shrugged.
Just as he closed his eyes, more pelting came from the window, this time louder and heavier. (Y/n) snapped his eyes open, flinging himself out of bed, and getting ready to activate his quirk.
He visibly relaxed when he saw the huge red wings tapping outside the window, with a certain hero crouching down, looking at him sheepishly and trying to pick open the window lock. The man waved with an embarrassed smile, his feathers following suit.
âKeigo Takami. What the fuck are you doing in my house.â
The man, Keigo Takami, chuckled awkwardly while (y/n) undid the clasps on his window. He stepped back, allowing him to worm his way in through the small window.
Keigo paused, half way squeezed in with his wings stuck in the cramped window frame. He was stuck. âY...you need to buy a bigger window-â
âAre you dumb?â (Y/n) chuckled, the sight of Pro Hero Hawks, man who could pull absolute pussy, bent over his bedroom window, stuck with his wings awkwardly fluttering in place. âJust, I donât know, send your feathers off until theyâre small enough to fit you in.â
Keigo had a wave of realization. This man had no braincells whatsoever. â...oh, haha, youâre so smart~â
One by one, feathers jutted out from his back, each floating either inside (Y/nâs) room or outside the window. Once all of them were off, and his back were relatively empty, he tumbled ever-so-gracefully inside the room. He stood up, his wings rebuilding themselves in seconds, and did an awful curtsy.
âThank you, thank you, Iâll be here all day to take care of my sick patrol partner who do happens to be my boyfriend,â
âSpeaking of patrol -what happened to patrol? A-and the dude you should be patrolling with? You should be out by n-â
A sharp, piercing pain shot through (Y/nâs) head. Now that the adrenaline from Hawks pounding on his window was subsiding, he seemed to remember how much his head was hurting.
He fumbled down, catching himself on the foot of his bed while Keigo lurched forward. âYou good?â He mumbled, taking off his black wool glove.
He rested the back of his palm on (Y/nâs) forehead, before signing uncontently and replacing his hand with his lips. Even if he was burning up, (Y/n) froze.
After a while, Keigo drew his head back. âYouâre burning up...â
Silence. Hawks awkwardly chuckled and played it off by running his hand through his hair.
âLips are more sensitive than hands are-so I was just...you need to get to bed!â Keigo quickly stood up, gently ushering the sick hero to his bed. Pulling up the thick-set covers, Keigo hazily tosses his jacket to the corner and discarded his other glove.
âTry and get some rest. Did that dudeâs quirk from yesterday do this?â He got a nod in response. âAlright. Iâm gonna go change and get you some shit.â
With that and a warm smile, Keigo disappeared through the bedroom door. (Y/n) followed him with his eyes, right before he was out of sight, then let his eyes droop close.
âââ
âPssst.â
A finger poked at (Y/nâs) cheek. He grumbled, furrowing his brows and keeping his eyes screwed shut. He heard a sigh from somewhere above him.
Something feathery tickled him from underneath his nose. He scrunched his nose up, expecting the odd feeling to go away, before feeling a sneeze build up. The watery feeling course through his nose before his head shot up every-so-slightly to let out a weak âAchoo!â
Keigo snickered. (Y/n) finally opened his eyes. Keigo was sitting beside him, now in casual clothes, holding a convince store bag and a red feather. The feather flew out of his hand and stuck itself on his back.
âSorry I was out for so long. You didnât have jack shit in your house, so I bought some medicine and takeout since I know you wonât eat soup and I canât cook.â
It was true. The only thing Pro Hero Hawks is allowed to do is heat up a hotdog, and even then he might break the microwave. And (Y/n) wonât eat soup he made if his life depended on it. If he canât even turn on the stove, what makes you think that heâd drink a whole bowl of soup made by him and not die?
âWhadâja get?â (Y/nâs) voice came out more gravely and deep than he expected. Under different circumstances, that wouldâve been kinda hot. Keigo pulled out things one by one from the bag.
âOk so, I got painkillers, a cooling pack, a heating pad just in case your stomach starts hurting, a thermometer, and I found these cool matching red bird keychains and I bought them on impulse. One for you and one for me~ I also bought 2 beef bowlsâ
Keigo layed all the items down either on the bed or on the table beside it, holding up the keychains last. Shaking them around a bit, turns out there was a small bell inside both of them. (Y/n) tried, and failed, to hide his growing smile.
Keigo placed the cooling pack on (Y/nâs) previously burning forehead. The sudden coldness forced an involuntary groan from the bed sick male. He chuckled.
âSorry. Deal with that for awhile and Iâll feed you~â Hawks saddled up in the spot next to him, holding the two plastic bowls and worming his way underneath the covers. He placed the food down on his lap and switched on the tv.
They sat in silence, the only thing being the sounds of the tv filling the room with the occasional reaction or snicker from the two. Keigo alternated between shoveling a forkful of rice and beef into his mouth, then feeding his boyfriend and carefully making sure none spilled onto his bed. The news reporter droned on onscreen, their voice being tuned out by the two heroâs.
âBy the way, Keigo,â (Y/n) started, once he swallowed his food. Keigo gave a hum of acknowledgment, holding up a finger to (y/n), then to his mouth until he finished chewing. Thickly swallowing, Keigo hummed again.
âYou were supposed to patrol today. With one of my sidekicks. What happened to that?â
Keigo looked at (Y/n), before looking back at the tv so causally. For a while he said nothing, until he opened his mouth.
âI ditched.â
(Y/n) made a sputtering noise. His shock turned into a long string of hacks and coughs, which Keigo waited ever-so-patiently for him to calm down from. âYou ditched?! Keigo, youâre the no. 2 hero! You canât be caught ditching!â
âRelaaaaax,â Keigo leaned farther into the bed cushions. âI told my agency and your stupid sidekick man that I was gonna check on you. It was a valid excuse.â
âStill!â (Y/n) rubbed at his temples. Hawks shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth. âYouâre sitting here watching tv with me instead of working!â
âI needed a break. Plus,â Keigo held up his unfinished bowl of food defensively.
âI canât believe you.â
âI love you too~â
(Y/n) sighed.
âI hope you get sick.â Hawks chuckled, saying something about being immune to all sicknesses.
Needless to say, (y/n) was patrolling with one of Keigos sidekicks the next day.
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#bnha hawks#hawks x reader#wing hero hawks#hawksbnha#mha hawks#keigo x reader#keigo takami#hawks x male reader#keigo x male reader#bnha x male reader#bnha x reader#mha x male reader#bnha male reader#my hero academia hawks
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izzieâs favorite movies and tv shows of 2020 (aka the worst year ever)
another year, another movie and tv show review. this year has, to put it simply, sucked. 2020 has been so terribly awful that sometimes the only light you can see are the absolute bangers of movies and tv shows that came out this year. with that being said, some of the movies and tv shows didn't come out in 2020. if the are mentioned in this post it is because they either: had a season come out this year, i found them this year, or they became popular this year.
SPOILERS: it may not come as a surprise but just in case you didn't realize, there will be many spoilers ahead, read at your own risk.
tw // death, suicide, drug use, mild adult language. if any of these things might trigger you, i strongly urge you not to read this post.
there is no specific order of these shows and movies, i'm just writing as they come to mind. if you enjoy any of these movies or tv shows, or if you have any suggestions for me, please let me know!
TV SHOWS
1) Santa Clarita Diet
Okay, so I know this show doesn't have anything to do with 2020. But, I found this show in 2020. I put it off for a while, thinking it wasn't my style of a show, but boy was I wrong. I loved this show. Sheila Hammond (Drew Barrymore) is a normal suburban wife and mom. She is a real estate agent with her husband Joel (Timothy Olyphant). She struggles with the fact that she isn't very adventurous. This all changes when she throws up an insane amount at a house showing. She then finds herself craving adventure, and craving human flesh. Yeah, she's a zombie. Not only is this show super hilarious, but it also shows the growth that they have with their characters and their family. I'm also team Abby (Liv Hewson) and Eric (Skyler Gisondo).
2) Outer Banks
So, I'm from NC. And, watching this show at first bothered me because I can very obviously tell this show isn't actually filmed in the obx, and the geography isn't exact, but once I got past that, I loved it. John B (Chase Stokes) is a teenager that lives in the poor side of the outer banks. He has a friend group called the Pogues which consists of JJ (Rudy Pankow), Pope (Jonathan Daviss), and Kie (Madison Bailey). They absolutely hate the Kooks, which are the rich kids. A while after John B's dad gets lost at sea, presumed dead, the group finds some evidence that may solve the mystery, and make them rich. In the process, John B falls in love with a Kook names Sarah (Madelyn Cline) whose father Ward (Charles Esten) may have a little more to do with the mystery than he let on. Through friendship, murder, and secrets, the gang may just figure out what happened to John B's dad.
3) Love, Victor
Alright. I loved loved loved Love, Simon. I also really loved the book "Simon vs. the Homosapien Agenda." So, when I heard about this show, I was so excited. Victor (Michael Cimino) is a teenage boy that moved to Creekwood with his family. He meets Felix (Anthony Turpel) who lives in his building. He also meets Mia (Rachel Hilson) and they begin dating. But, he also meets Benji (George Sear). While trying to get used to a new school, new friends, and a new relationship, Victor finds himself questioning his sexuality. With the help of Simon (Nick Robinson) and his friends, Victor finds it in himself to finally come out, and he admits his feelings, for Benji. This is such a good show, but I was so upset when season 1 ended on a cliff-hanger.
4) The Haunting of Bly Manor
The sequel to The Haunting of Hill House. Now listen, haunting of hill house was an absolute banger. When I saw that Bly came out I nearly died. I was so excited. But, I was alone in my apartment and also a lil bitch. So, I had to wait a week until I was home with my family to watch it. Now, I was so excited to be scared, and there were a few jump scares and ominous moments, but this season was more centered around the story line of Dani Clayton (Victoria Pedretti) and her new life in a foreign country. When seeing an ad for a live in job as an au pair. When she gets there, she meets the two young children sheâll be looking out for and the other workers of the house, including the gardener, Jamie (Amelia Eve). Throughout her stay at Bly she begins to notice weird behaviors from both children and by the end of the series she sacrifices herself for the children. Sadly, this story is being told by Jamie who Dani had fallen in love with during her stay at Bly. Now I was somewhat upset about the lack of horror, but was still very intrigued and drawn in by this series.
5) Julie and the Phantoms
Alright, at first I was not gonna watch this show. I thought it looked a little too young and childish for me, but everyone was talking about it on twitter so I had to. I. Love. This. Show. This show centers around Julie (Madison Reyes). Julie is a teenage girl who, sadly, lost her mother. The one major thing she shared with her mom, was their love for music. Since her mothers passing, she gave up music. This is until, dead musicians from the 90âČs show up in her garage. Luke (Charlie Gillespie), Alex (Owen Joyner), and Reggie (Jeremy Shada) all tragically passed away in the 90âČs after eating bad street hotdogs. When Julie finds their CD in her garage, she decides to play it and they come back in ghost form. But, only she can see them. With their help, she finds her confidence to play music again. Also, she has to find away for them to stay because theyâre slowly disappearing.Â
6) Derry Girls
Bitch. I love this show. And yeah it didnât come out in 2020. Shut up. I found this show recently after watching the cast on the holiday special of the Great British Baking Show. I loved the actors so I had to watch the show. This show focuses on Erin (Saoirse-Monica Jackson) a 16 year old girl that lives in Derry, Northern Ireland in the 90âČs. Alongside her is her cousin Orla (Louisa Harland), her two friends Clare (Nicola Coughlan) and Michelle (Jamie-Lee OâDonnell), and Michelleâs English cousin James (Dylan Llewellyn). During these years, a lot of people in Ireland struggled, especially because it was during wartime. Even thought this show isnât focused heavily around the war, itâs amazing to see these teens live a fulfilling life while struggling with the state of their country, and the lack of money that their families have.Â
7) Elite
HA. This show did have a season in 2020 so leave me alone. But bro, I love this show. At first, I didnât watch it because I thought I could only watch the dubbed version in English, which I hate. I hate dubbed shows they look so weird. But, once I found out I could watch this show in Spanish, I fell in love. But, sadly, theres too damn much to talk about in one little post. Itâs crazy. But basically it just follows the lives of teens in high school that are trying to survive. And no, not in the âIâm surviving high school,â sense. No, people be getting murdered.Â
MOVIES (tbh i didnât find a lot of movies good this year lmk which movies u liked this year and maybe iâll like them!)
1) All the Bright Places
After the death of her sister, Violet (Elle Fanning) is devastated. She closes herself off, and has her parents get her out of doing school work that involves working with others. But, as time goes on, they realize she may need to start to move on. Violet then meets Finch (Justice Smith) who is enamored by Violet. He suggests they do a project together. While finding and visiting some of the smallest wonders of their state, they begin to fall for each other. While you are focusing on Violet and her mental health, you tend to miss some of the signs that Finchâs mental health isnât great either, but by the time you do, it could be too late.Â
2) Dangerous Lies
Hmm. This was weird for me. I had only ever seen Camila Mendes in Riverdale, and honestly, not a fan. So, Katie (Camila Mendes) and her husband Adam (Jessie T. Usher) are struggling with money. Katie decides to take a job working for an elderly man, and eventually gets her husband hired there as well. Unfortunately, he dies, but for some odd reason, leaves the house and all of his fortune, to Katie. As they get comfortable in the house, they begin to uncover some very weird and dangerous lies.Â
3) The Devil All the Time
Ok. Iconic. You got so many hot men in this movie. Bill SkarsgĂ„rd, Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Robert Pattinson. Câmon now. Thatâs crazy. But, this story is so long and in depth that I wouldnât even know where to begin. This movie is a bit disturbing. It involves murder, sexual assault, killing of animals, and so much more so if thatâs an issue for you please do not watch this movie. It was also quite long, but it was still good.
4) After We Collided
Okay just listen. I was that teenager. I read wattpad stories and was, embarrassingly, addicted to After. This was not a great movie per say, but it was After. This is a sequel to the movie After. This movie centers around Tessa (Josephine Langford) and her recovery after her breakup with Hardin (Hero Fiennes Tiffin). Theres sex, alcohol, bad acting. The whole nine-yards. But câmon, theyâre so cute together.
5) To All the Boys p.s. I Still Love You
Okay it was a good movie. I enjoyed it. This movie focuses on Lara Jean (Lana Condor) and her boyfriend Peter (Noah Centineo) and their relationship post the first movie. But of course relationships arenât super steady, and John Ambrose McClaren (Jordan Fisher) shows up. Yeah, John Ambrose, from her letter. They become closer and Lara Jean has to decide who she wants to be with. Spoiler, itâs Peter. BOOOOOOO justice for John Ambrose McClaren, he deserved better.Â
#santa clarita diet#outer banks#john b#jj maybank#pope#kie#obx#love victor#victor x benji#the haunting of bly manor#dani x jamie#julie and the phantoms#julie x luke#charlie gillespie#jeremy shada#owen joyner#derry girls#erin x james#elite#ander x omar#nadia x guzman#all the bright places#dangerous lies#the devil all the time#tom holland#sebastian stan#robert pattinson#bill skasgÄrd#after we collided#hero fiennes tiffin
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Class 1-A relationship headcanons
Part 1 -> https://cherry-cake-pies.tumblr.com/post/640877154337538048/mha-relationship-headcanons-class-1-a
Fluff
Mashirao Ojiro
Remember when you where a little kid and would collect flowers at recess and give them to your teacher? Yeah thatâs him
Makes little flower crowns
Idk this boy just really likes flowers okay
Their a secret for a while and because heâs not friends with everyone no one really âfinds outâ and the just tell the class
Aizawa kinda knew they were together the whole time it was obvious itâs just no one paid attention
Y/n is willing to get in fight for people they care for and Ojiro will just pull them away with his tail from beating some kid who made fun of Deku
They call him âLovely little Monkeyâ cause heâs only 5â4 or around there and they find it cute
When it gets more serious he makes a vow to them that he will never hit them or hurt them in anyway and itâs the sweetest thing ever
When y/n is having a bad day heâll just come at them with a million bad puns and pick up lines to make them laugh
Y/n likes wearing his ïżŒMartial Arts clothes and heâs like âwould you actually wanna learn?â And after a second of thinking they nod their head at rapid speed
Denki and y/n are the only people who can touch his tail (him and Denki are great friends try to change my mind)
When heâs a pro hero y/n and him are partners and they donât tell the public their together
Every fan ships them
So one day they think no one is watching them after a fight and they kiss and congratulate each other on how good they did
Turns out there were a ton of cameras around them and it was on the news
Y/n almost killed the network ngl
Denki Kaminari
He may seem like a perv but heâs only a perv at home donât worry â€ïž
Anyways (cause writing THAT made me uncomfortable)
Y/n makes him study and sometimes he doesnât and theyâll check to see if heâs studying and at some point their just like
âIâm gonna study with you to make sure you studyâ
He did study when they were with him :)
Drop kicks Mineta when he hits on y/n even tho he knows y/n and him are dating
When y/n doesnât know heâs there heâll go up to them and give them a small zap and theyâll giggle
(Okay druggie Denki coming through) y/n helps him get out of addiction đ
Puts him in rehab if itâs bad bad
Once Bakugo made fun of their relationship and behind Denkiâs back y/n beat him to the ground and the next day he had a black eye and some bruises and Denki was like âbro what happenedâ ânothinâ
They mess with Ojiroâs tail together
Y/n will rant and he just sits staring at them and nodding occasionally
đwatching đcrappy đ tv shows / movies đ together đđđđđ
When heâs in dumbass mode y/n will throw him over their shoulder and bring him to the dorms and the whole class finds it so funny
On Twitter and other social media they will post a pic of the other and the text is just a keyboard smash
Before they got together he would do that but in the Bakusquad group chat and Bakugo just left the chat at some point cause he was tired of random clearly not asked for pics of y/n and just âakaoqiwbbejwhbwoqj I thinking Iâm simpingâ
Relationship is not a secret whatsoever
He just went up to them in the middle of lunch, got down on one knee, took one of their hands and asked them to go out with him and after bursting into laughter y/n said yes
The ïżŒembodiment of âCOUPLES ARE A COMPETETION AND I AM WINNING HAVE YOU SEEN MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER!?!??â
Heâs protective but also if no ones eyeing y/n or hitting on them heâll low key be offended for y/n like âhow dare they not find you to be the hottest/ cutest/ most wonderful being in the universe?â
Kirishima
If y/n is tired after training then heâll pick them up bridle style and the Bakusquad calls him a simp
Itâs literally the most healthy relationship you could ever imagine
Neither will hesitate to call the other out if their being unfair/ not putting effort into the relationship or âunmanlyâ as Kirishima says
Makes sure each of them get a good amount of self care as well as taking care of the other
Rarely fight, get in arguments but settle it out peacefully and with respect for one another
He would break up with y/n if they make him feel less or like he has to âbe good enough for themâ because he heavily valuesïżŒ self worth because of this insecurityâs in middle school
Y/n makes him feel like he can do anything tho so donât worry
Sometimes y/n just sits down and stares at Kirishima whiles heâs ranting about something heâs passionate about and smiling
Then heâs like âwhy are you staring?â
Y/n: *absolutely star struck* âu prettyâ
Has hot coco in the summer
Making pillow/ blanket forts and when their done using them jumping on top and destroying them
Y/n will run at him from behind and he hears their footsteps and then shifts to pick them up for a piggy back ride
Swinging their arms around when they hold hands đ«
Y/n snorts when they laugh and their insecure about it and then Kirishima is like âokay then Iâll not try to make them laugh to much so they donât snort and feeling bad!â And then y/n thinks heâs less interested in them
And then he makes up for it in making them laugh a ton (like to where they start coughing) and cudddle up to them and tell them how he loves their snort
Get each other gifts and ONLY gives them in front of the rest of the class to flaught how much they adore each other
Fist bumps are a form ofïżŒ intimate affection and you canât change his mind
So are high fives
Even if they break up they will still be really good friends
Kirishima metions how he really likes how Bakugo makes a random food and y/n will force him to teach them how to make it
Forehead kisses Forehead kisses Forehead kisses Forehead kis-
Has a new pet name for each other every day
Fat gum has to approve (he does, he adores y/n)
Kirishima and y/n definitely call him dad
Tamaki meets them and after he tells Kirishima âtheir really nice you have good tasteâ and then feels bad because he made it sound like food
All four are just best friends and after the raid y/n totally takes them all out for boba or something like that because they are proud
Kouji Kouda (Koda)
Very, very slow relationship
It was like 6 months in before they kissed
Every time he leaves a room heâll be like âbye I love you!â
Doesnât get jealous at all
Like a guy could literally slap their butt and heâll just sit their like âwell thatâs not very friendlyâ and then y/n tells him how it made them uncomfortable and heâs like âOH NO I SHOULD OF HELPEDâ
Dates at the park
Y/n will see like a squirrel or bird or something and be like âKoda Koda go say hi tell it hi for me pleaseâ
The type to look up how to be romantic and he just sits at his computer like âwhy would I kiss them in the rain????? We would be wet and uncomfortable?????â
First date is at a petting zoo
They (Koda would not propose) proposed at that same petting zoo but made arrangements to where no one else would be there so he wouldnât be embarrassed
Legit learning Morse code or silent language so he doesnât have to talk
Little notes left on their desk before their together and y/nâs friends are all like âyou have a secret admirer~~~â and he glances over to blushing y/n and stiffens, blushing
Y/n always getting the spiders
At first wanted to do the âcover with a glass slip a piece of paper let it freeâ method but then he got paranoid they got back in the dorm
At the start of the relationship whenever y/n even breaths heâs staring at the ground blushing
Once they were cuddling and he had his head in their chest (uncomfortable for y/n but they deal) and they started singing and he melt on the spot
When they feel down in the morning and Koda canât walk with them back to the dorms for whatever reason a trail of little rabbits and other cute animals will follow them trying to cheer them up
Rikidou Satou
Constantly baking for y/n, after something runs out he will have something even better ready to give to them
Teaches has them to bake
Self doubts when y/n is around good looking people and tries to show off his muscles to show that heâs worth them
Y/n knows he deserves them â€ïž
Some times heâll make something super sugary and shares with the class and their all like â????? This is so sugary I canât eat this???????â
And y/n is munching on it and everyone knows that he makes them stuff like this all the time
âHow in the world are you still fit?â âLots and lots of working out and only eat healthy outside of it. No chips or anything , and itâs fineâ
Randomly declares that he loves random thing about them
âI love how their hair smells after they shower!â âOkay Satou anyways when are we gonna-â
Y/n said he was a good kisser once and now every time he sees them walk in the room he makes a kissy face
Taking random walks around campus
And they talk to people they pass by
Like so many people around the school know about them and they become known as âthat one really cute walking coupleâ
#mha#bnha#bnha x reader#ojiro x reader#denki kaminari#denki x reader#Kirishima#kirishima x reader#kouji kouda#Koda x reader
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Dear sweet,
better late than never I would like to participate in your 1kweek question game.
I want to ask: w u t. đ€Ł
w. What's the last anime you watched? Who's your favorite character in it?
"The Legend of Vox Machina" (It's not an anime in the classic sense, but the drawing style reminds me of one. I hope that still counts xD)
It is an adult animated fantasy tv series based on campaign one of Critical Role, which is a Dungeons & Dragons web series. I highly recommend it, it is really fun to watch.
My favorite character is Vax, 'cause he is a fucking badass with a soft core and hot as hell. And I love his voice actor Liam O'Brien.
u. What is your nervous habit?
When I'm nervous or very focused, I pluck at my lower lip, even pulling off little scraps of skin. It doesn't hurt, but sometimes I overdo it and pull off too much, then it bleeds a little.
I got into this habit 5 years ago during my bachelor thesis. My husband hates when I do this, so I tried to break the habit once, but I had a relapse after a few months and now I'm living with it. But everytime my husband looks at me when I'm doing it, I remember what I'm doing and stop it - only to start again a few minutes later. đ
t. Where was your last vacation? Would you go again?
On my last vacation I went to Scotland with my husband and a friend of mine. We hiked the West Highland Way. If you don't know it, this is one of the most famous hiking trails in Scotland. We walked a total of 135 km within 8 days (including one break day). It was quite exhausting and at the end our feet hurt a lot, but all in all it was super fun. The landscapes were fantastic (we hiked alongside a lake and moor, through fairytale like forests and over hills), we were really lucky with the weather, we drank good whiskey in the evening and I love British food and people anyway. An all around enjoyable vacation. I can highly recommend this walking tour and Scotland in general as a travel destination. I would go there again at any time.
Hello again, my little lambđ€
W: Ooo I think I watched one episode of that and life got me distracted so I literally forgot about it until your message now lol. Iâll have to look it up and try it again!
Iâve been sick, so Iâve pretty much just been binging studio ghibli movies so Iâm counting Princess Mononoke as my last watch. My favorite character would be mama wolf bc she is petty and I love it. My actual last anime watch was jjk 0. My love for Gojo is possibly unhealthier than my love for Bakugou, but Iâm totally fine with that. đ it probably has something to do with my sick love for Howl Pendragon, who essentially is the og gojo
U: Fuck, nothing brings out stress like the world of academia. I do a lot of fidgeting with my fingernails. Like I trace the outline of my thumbnail with each finger and repeat that infinitely until my sister tosses a fidget toy at my face. Iâve also been gifted fidget spinner rings which help a lot with that as well. However, sometimes thats way louder and more annoying to people đ
T: I. AM. SO. JEALOUS. Scotland is like my dreammmmmm vacation. I just want to be surrounded by grass and mist and rain and whiskey and that accent. Just wanna seduce a sexy ginger that I can barely understand and live there forever.
My last trip was a resort in Santa Fe, New Mexico. It was a compromise bc my sister wanted a trip that was like a spa thing but I canât stand having strangers touch me sooo we went for a place with hot springs! It was so fun being able to hop into the springs any time of day you wanted. It was crazy relaxing. And it was cold there still so I was in loooooove. The day it snowed and we could still be outside in bathing suits đ€đ€đ€ 10/10 would recommend and now want to go to all hot springs everywhere bc I am ADDICTED
Thanks for telling and asking!
Last day for the game
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class 1-B and night routines
Monoma:Â if monoma doesnât annoy at least 2 people per night he simply will not sleep. Wears the comfiest pyjamas- like a 100% cotton top and plaid pj bottoms and everyones so fuckin jealous. He tells everyone he has a 16 step self-care routine he does every night but he really just brushes his teeth and then sits on his phone for like 2 hours? Ike what do you GET out of lying???Â
Tetsutetsu: he thinks going to bed after 11pm is criminal. Literally doesnât understand the cryptidcrewâąïž who DONT MF SLEEP. Works out before bed which is đđ»đđ» OOF. Aw hes the type of friend to make everyone tea and toast and send them asmr videos if they cant sleep i love him. He usually spends his night dancing around with pony and working off all his ENERGY
Kendo: âyall im turning into bed iâm too tired for this shitâ âkendo itâs 7pmâ
My girl will retire to her room as early as she can (usually with the rest of the girls) and she just RELAXES. Like self-care to the max: paints her nails, watches tv, plans her tomorrow, showers. Sheâs usually asleep at 10pm and wakes up the next morning full energy I want what she has
Awase: he has the WORST sleep schedule like fr. Literally sits up on tiktok until 3am and heâs just like âoh shit iâm up at 7âŠâ *continues scrolling* like bro GET UR ASS TO BED U HAVE TRAINING AT 6AM. His night routine ainât anything special- he sleeps in sweats and always keeps his window open (although someone told him about banshees once and now hes lowkey terrified lmao)
Kaibara- the type to fall asleep on the sofa and wake up at 4 in the morning to find tsuburaba in the kitchen eating a full course meal and he just SIGHS and goes up to bed in the worst mood bc why tf are his friends so WEIRD. Likes to watch the stars and edit pictures before he sleeps- its so therapeutic to him and also productive so heâs winning
Rin- he drinks coffee every night after midnight and then goes âoh my fuck shit i just drank coffee why am i like thisâ like congrats u fuckin dumbass now u ainât gonna sleep. And he never fuckin learns. Always does his hw at like 11pm, Also stays up way too late binge-watching star wars smhÂ
Tsuburaba: he gets up every night and treats himself to a three-course meal in the kitchen no cap no sound awareness my man will be blending shit full blast at 2 in the morning. Usually falls asleep sitting at the kitchen table and he đđ» needs đđ» a đđ» chiropractor đđ»đđ»đđ». Also always forgets to do his homework until everyoneâs packing up to go to bed and hes like âplease,, anyone,, the math?â. Shoda wants to punch him so bad
Ibara: the most well-structured person in the entire building. At 7pm she has her shower, at 8:30pm she goes to pray, at 9:30pm she journals and draws to calm her mind, and at 10pm she meditates until she falls asleep- which is usually 10:20pm.. Everyone wants her self control and independance like damn how does she FUNCTION. Also queen of vegan self-care remediesÂ
Pony: girl is chaotic as fuck itâll be like 10pm and rinâs like âyo pony can i copy the hw??â And shes like âWHAT HOMEWORK.â . *cue two idiots freaking tf out*. Sheâs always wearing matching pj sets and fluffy socks and loves sliding around in them like a dork. Dances every night before bed to tire herself out like shes just in the lounge deadass vibing to taylor swift and a new person joins her everytime . people would be dead without her
Kodai: movies every night or she wonât go to class the next morning. Shes always just sitting on her phone w earphones in like she has absoloutely no time to deal with monomaâs shit so she just peaces tf out of existence. Cutest pyjamas ever i love her pyjama queen. The go-to girl for homework she just leaves her bag open, as long as u return it shes cool
Tokage: oh my god shes so CRYPTIC and FOR WHAT. Pranks pranks pranks pranks pranks. everyone hates her for it and she loves it so bad. Like she has the balls to prank kamakiri and that TAKES BALLS LET ME JUST SAY . sheâll just leave her body parts in peopleâs beds and its SO annoying. They usually just pick up her stray arm and fling it at the wall in revenge then act confused the next morning when she complains abt the bruisesÂ
Komori: cryptic as fuck. Does she sleep? Why is she always sitting at the table? What is she doing? . Closes her tabs whenever someone comes into the dining room and just stares at them til they leave again like :)). In the garden every night til she canât bear the coldness- watches the stars and makes flower crowns and worships the moon i love her
Kuroiro: nighttime is the time he just evaporates like where tf is he like đđ reel it in randy from monsters inc . Hiding in the walls and listening to everyones conversations and secrets is his only skill in life . Everyone thinks he doesnât sleep and just wanders around (he does, he just likes to have an edgy reputation)
Kamakiri- did you hear that?? oh its just kamakiri fistfighting monoma in the hallway again. Fr takes no prisoners he needs his beauty sleep (or idk do bugs sleep lmao??). If youâre in his way while heâs RAMPAGING to his room youre dead bro when i say he takes bedtime routines seriously i MEAN it. He does self-care and tells NOONE but its lowkey cute idk lmao why do i have a crush on a bug lemme call my therapist real quick
Bondo- 9pm. Wind down time. A good book is all my mans needs and heâll be out for the count in absolutely no time at all. Fukidashi will die jealous and bondo fucking loves it. Milks tf out of it too heâs like YAWN I AM SO TIRED OFF TO BED NOW TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY GOODNIGHT and everyone who WISHES they could sleep as early as that wants him to choke
Manga- king of never having hw done until 1am at the earliest đ€Ą. He lives on 1 hour sleep most nights and his speech bubble just says âno <3â until like 11am. Its cus of his crippling hyperactivity heâs running the halls at 3am practicing the entire mamma mia choreography ffs fukidashi U HAVE A CAREER AHEAD OF UÂ
Reiko: energy drink addiction 101 if she doesnât drink monster every night before bed sheâs convinced sheâll die. âI sleep all day and party all nightâ she says, crying over math hw at 2am. Plays music too loud and has LED strobelites on ALL NIGHT. Shes deadass doing witchcraft in the lounge w komori all night during finals week she doesnt give a single fuck x
Shishida: another reader,, mans will finish an entire book in a night by the force of sheer willpower alone. Takes a bath every night and it makes his fur so fluffy and smell like apples smdnwjdnwd. Perfect snuggle buddy for wintertimes (pony LOVES HIM) and heâs that good man who carries tsuburaba to bed when he falls asleep at the kitchen table
Shoda: âplease donât speak to me while im doing my homework im đđ» this close to having a mental breakdown and all it takes is a single poke to reel me over the edge.â Complains all day about being tired then goes to bed at 2am?? Like no shit ofc ur tired bitch . Always up for a deep talk at night he knows EVERYTHING abt EVERYONE and hes so trustworthy hed never tell a soul
Honenuki: he meal preps and does yoga before bed đ€ą like WHO HAS THAT MOTIVATION. Irons and sets his uniform out for the next day before getting his homework FINISHED by 9pm . Heâs pretty flexible w what he does at nights it 100% depends on his mood. Usually heâs helping Tokage with pranks or working out w tetsutetsu tho. Used to annoy people who were up doing hw after 11 like âreally tsuburaba? You should be ashamedâ. Shoda almost DECKED him once for it tho and he was #traumatised and never did it again
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