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Misturei o pedido e coloquei algumas celebridades que eu gostava! Tentei variar bastante os icons, espero que goste!
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Itâs You
Where Y/Nâs chaotic energy clashes with her grumpy, tattooed neighbor, her mission to get on his good side turns into stolen glances, quiet moments, and a connection she never expected.
Au Harry
Word count: 13,395
Content warning: Cursing, smut, alcohol.
The warm glow of string lights illuminated Y/Nâs cozy Los Angeles apartment as the sound of laughter filled the air. The small space was a mix of bohemian chic and personal touchesâa gallery wall of polaroids, a cluttered coffee table covered with open bags of snacks, and a few empty wine bottles standing like trophies from their earlier indulgence.
Y/N flopped back onto the couch, a glass of red wine in hand, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and nonstop giggling. Her two best friends, Harper and Lila, sat cross-legged on the floor, snacking on popcorn and chips, fully embracing the childlike joy of their adult sleepover.
âThis feels so right,â Y/N said, her voice slightly tipsy. âWhy donât we do this more often?â
âBecause weâre responsible adults now, remember?â Harper teased, adjusting her oversized hoodie. âNine-to-five, bills, and pretending we know what weâre doing.â
âSpeak for yourself,â Lila quipped, popping a gummy bear into her mouth. âIâm thriving in my chaos era.â
Y/N snorted, and Harper rolled her eyes with an affectionate grin. Lila was the wild card of the group, always coming up with unpredictable ideas. And she didnât disappoint tonight.
âYou know what we should do?â Lila suddenly said, sitting up straighter. âKaraoke.â
âYes!â Harper exclaimed, clapping her hands. âOh my God, yes. Do you still have that mic we bought for New Yearâs Eve?â
Y/N groaned dramatically, but her smile betrayed her fake reluctance. âYou mean the mic that nearly got us evicted? Of course, I still have it.â
Lila grinned wickedly. âPerfect. Letâs wake up the entire building with our stunning renditions of 2000s throwbacks.â
Without waiting for further approval, Lila dashed to the hall closet and pulled out the karaoke mic, triumphantly waving it in the air. Harper grabbed her phone, already scrolling through a playlist.
âYouâre starting,â Harper declared, pointing the mic at Y/N.
âWhat? No!â Y/N laughed, holding her hands up defensively. âIâm not ready!â
âToo bad,â Lila said, shoving the mic into Y/Nâs hands. âYou canât escape destiny. Pick your song.â
Y/N sighed theatrically before smirking. âFine. But donât say I didnât warn you when your ears bleed.â
As Y/N queued up Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson, the room erupted in cheers. The first few notes played, and soon enough, Y/N was belting out the lyrics with unrestrained enthusiasm, her friends joining in for the chorus. It didnât matter that they were slightly off-key; in that moment, they were superstars in their own private concert.
Wine glasses were forgotten, snacks spilled, and every lyric was sung at full volume. It was the kind of night theyâd remember for yearsâa reminder that no matter how grown-up they pretended to be, some things never lost their magic.
The girls were in full swing, harmonizing (poorly) to âI Want It That Wayâ by the Backstreet Boys. Lila stood on the couch holding the mic as if she were performing at Madison Square Garden, while Harper played air guitar with a half-empty wine bottle. Y/N was doubled over in laughter, her cheeks aching from smiling so much.
Just as they hit the iconic, âTell me whyââ part, a loud knock echoed through the apartment, cutting through their drunken fun like a record scratch. The girls froze, their voices trailing off mid-note. Y/N straightened up, exchanging wide-eyed looks with Harper and Lila.
âUh⊠did someone order pizza?â Lila whispered, her voice unsure.
âNope,â Y/N said, setting her wine glass on the coffee table. âStay here. Iâll get it.â
With a mix of nerves and annoyance, Y/N padded to the door. She peered through the peephole and groaned. It was her new neighbor, Harry. Sheâd only exchanged a polite âhelloâ with him in passing, but heâd already struck her as the brooding, grumpy type.
Bracing herself, she opened the door.
There he stood: tall, disheveled hair pushed back in a lazy attempt at taming it, wearing a faded gray hoodie and black joggers. His sharp green eyes narrowed as he took in her flushed face and the muffled chaos behind her.
âGood evening,â he started, his British accent dripping with sarcasm. âI just wanted to say how much Iâve been enjoying your concert tonight. Itâs like living next door to a live music venue. Only⊠worse.â
Y/N blinked, momentarily stunned by his dry humor. âOh. Uh, sorry about that. We didnât realize how loud we were being.â
Harry crossed his arms, leaning casually against the doorframe. âI figured. Thought Iâd come over before I lost the ability to hear entirely.â
From behind her, Lilaâs voice chimed in drunkenly. âIs it a noise complaint? Tell him to sing with us!â
Y/N turned and shot Lila a glare. Harper muffled a laugh.
Y/N sighed and looked back at Harry. âWeâll keep it down. Promise.â
He tilted his head, lips twitching into the faintest smirk, though his tone remained gruff. âAppreciated. Just⊠try not to turn it into a full-on festival.â
With that, he turned to leave, but Y/N couldnât help herself. âYou know, you couldâve just sent a passive-aggressive text or something.â
Harry glanced back over his shoulder, one brow arched. âI thought this had more impact.â
And then he was gone.
Y/N closed the door, leaning her forehead against it for a moment. When she turned around, Lila and Harper were staring at her like sheâd just walked off the set of a rom-com.
âUm, who was that?â Lila asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
âHarry. My new neighbor,â Y/N replied, walking back to the couch.
âAnd Mr. Grumpy Pants is cute,â Harper added, grinning.
Y/N rolled her eyes, picking up her wine glass. âYeah, yeah. Heâs cute and cranky. Now can we please move on before you two start planning a love story?â
But the mischievous glint in her friendsâ eyes told her they werenât letting this go anytime soon.
The karaoke mic had been put away, and the girls now lounged in the cozy living room, passing a bottle of wine between them. The earlier buzz of excitement had mellowed, but the energy was still warm and lively. Lila was sprawled on the couch with her legs dangling over Harperâs lap, while Y/N sat cross-legged on the floor, sipping from her glass.
âI mean, letâs just talk about him for a second,â Lila began, her voice dramatic. âThe mopey neighbor with the accent? And did you see those tattoos? They were peeking out, Y/N. Heâs giving mysterious bad boy energy.â
Y/N groaned, her cheeks warming instantly. âOh my God, Lila. He was literally just here to tell us to shut up.â
âDoesnât mean heâs not hot,â Harper chimed in, grinning. âHe has that whole âIâm grumpy but secretly charmingâ vibe. Like, did you see the way he smirked when he made that little joke?â
Y/N tried to hide her flustered reaction by taking another sip of wine, but she couldnât stop the blush creeping up her neck. Sheâd noticed tooâhis smirk, his sharp jawline, the tattoos curling up his forearm, just barely visible under his hoodie sleeves. Sheâd noticed everything.
âI mean, heâs okay, I guess,â Y/N mumbled, keeping her tone nonchalant.
âOkay?â Lila shot up, nearly spilling her wine. âYouâre lying. Youâre the worst liar ever.â
âShut up,â Y/N said, laughing as she buried her face in her hands. âFine, heâs cute. So what? Heâs also my neighbor, and heâs probably annoyed with me forever now.â
âHeâs not annoyed,â Harper said, nudging her with her foot. âIf he were, he wouldnât have made the effort to come over himself. He wouldâve sent an email to management or something. He wanted an excuse to see you.â
âRight,â Y/N said, rolling her eyes. âBecause nothingâs more attractive than a drunk girl singing Backstreet Boys at full volume.â
âExactly!â Lila exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air. âYouâre memorable. Heâll never forget you now.â
Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself. âYou two are ridiculous.â
âMaybe,â Harper said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. âBut I bet he thinks youâre cute too.â
Y/Nâs cheeks flushed deeper, and she quickly changed the subject. But as the night went on, she couldnât shake the image of Harry standing in her doorway, his messy hair, his smirk, and those tattoos. Maybe her friends werenât entirely wrong.
The morning sunlight filtered through the blinds of Y/Nâs apartment, illuminating the chaos left behind from the night before. Wine glasses, half-eaten snacks, and the abandoned karaoke mic were scattered around the living room. The girls were tangled up in blankets, sprawled across the couch and the floor like a scene from a sitcom.
Y/N was the first to stir, groaning as she rubbed her eyes and sat up. Harper was curled up on the couch with a throw pillow over her head, while Lila lay on the floor in a makeshift nest of cushions, one arm dramatically draped over her face.
âGood morning, sunshine,â Y/N teased, nudging Lila with her foot.
Lila groaned. âWhy are you awake? Itâs illegal to be this alive right now.â
Harper peeked out from under her pillow, her voice muffled. âWhat time is it? Do we even have the energy to exist today?â
âBarely,â Y/N replied, standing and stretching. âBut Iâm starving, so Iâm making breakfast. Come help me.â
Harper and Lila grumbled but eventually dragged themselves up and into the kitchen, where Y/N was already cracking eggs into a bowl. Together, they whipped up a chaotic but delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and a mountain of coffee.
The girls sat around the small dining table, eating in comfortable silence at first. Then Lila broke the quiet with a wicked grin.
âSo⊠Harry.â
âOh my God,â Y/N groaned, covering her face. âNot again.â
âListen, I was just thinking,â Lila said, smirking. âNext time we do this, we should make it even louder. Really make him come back over.â
Harper snorted into her coffee. âYes! Like, full-blown karaoke night but with amps and disco lights.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, though she couldnât stop the smile tugging at her lips. âYou two are the worst.â
âBut you love us,â Harper said, nudging her with an elbow.
After breakfast, the girls cleaned up and packed their things before heading out. Harper hugged Y/N tightly. âWe definitely need to do this again.â
Lila nodded enthusiastically. âLouder next time. You know, for research purposes.â
Y/N shook her head, laughing as she walked them to the door. âYouâre both insane, but I love you. Drive safe.â
Once they were gone, Y/N flopped onto the couch and opened their group chat. Almost immediately, messages started flooding in.
Lila:Â Next sleepover, letâs bring a fog machine. If Harry shows up, weâll just act like itâs a concert.
Harper:Â Or we could rent a spotlight. Make it an event
Y/N:Â You guys are unbelievable. No more wine for you next time.
Lila:Â Admit it, you want him to show up again.
Y/N: âŠmaybe.
Harper:Â KNEW IT.
Y/N couldnât help but laugh at her phone, her cheeks warming yet again. As ridiculous as her friends were, they werenât entirely wrong.
The day passed in a blur of cleaning and tidying as Y/N tried to get her apartment back to its usual organized state. By the time the sun started to dip low in the sky, the chaos from the night before had been erased, leaving her apartment looking like a picture of calm domesticity. Feeling accomplished, Y/N decided to check her mailbox before settling in for a quiet evening.
She padded down to the mailroom in her building, dressed in a casual but presentable outfitâhigh-waisted jeans and a simple white top. As she rifled through the usual junk mail and a couple of bills, the sound of someone entering the room caught her attention.
Glancing to the side, she saw Harry walking in, his hoodie replaced by a fitted black t-shirt and dark jeans. His tattoos were on full display nowâintricate designs that wound up his forearm and disappeared under the sleeve of his shirt. He barely glanced at her as he moved to his mailbox, unlocking it with practiced ease.
Y/N swallowed her nerves and decided to seize the moment. It was better to make a proper introduction now than to let the awkwardness from last night linger. Turning slightly toward him, she cleared her throat.
âHey, neighbor,â she began, keeping her tone light. âFigured I should introduce myself officially now that Iâm not, you know, half-drunk and screaming karaoke at midnight. Iâm Y/N.â
Harry turned his head, his green eyes locking onto hers. His expression was neutral, almost unreadable, as he gave her a quick once-over. âHarry,â he said simply, his voice low and clipped.
Y/N bit back a grin, determined not to let his gruff demeanor throw her off. âNice to meet you, Harry. Sorry again about last night. I promise we donât usually host impromptu concerts. Unless, of course, youâre a fan of boy band throwbacks.â
Harry let out a soft exhale that couldâve been a laughâor just a sigh. âIâll survive.â
Encouraged by the hint of amusement, Y/N decided to keep the conversation going. âYou know, if youâre ever feeling nostalgic, youâre welcome to join us. We could use a fourth member for our extremely off-key girl group.â
Harryâs lips twitched slightly, but his expression remained mostly stoic. âIâll keep that in mind.â
Y/N tilted her head, giving him a mock-serious look. âYouâre really hard to read, you know that? Most people at least chuckle at my jokes.â
Harry glanced at her, his gaze steady and calm. âMaybe Iâm just not most people.â
For a moment, Y/N didnât know how to respond. There was something almost challenging in his tone, but it wasnât harsh. If anything, it piqued her curiosity even more.
âWell, Harry,â she said finally, flashing him a bright smile. âChallenge accepted. Iâll make you laugh one of these days.â
He didnât respond right away, instead closing his mailbox and tucking the letters under his arm. As he moved to leave, he paused, looking over his shoulder.
âWeâll see about that.â
And just like that, he was gone, leaving Y/N standing there with her stack of mail and a strange mix of frustration and intrigue swirling in her chest. One thing was for sureâHarry might be grumpy, but he was far from boring.
As soon as Y/N got back to her apartment, she tossed her mail onto the counter and grabbed her phone, already smirking to herself. She opened the group chat with Harper and Lila, her fingers flying across the keyboard.
Y/N:
Guess who I just ran into in the mailroom?
It didnât take long for her phone to buzz with replies.
Lila:
Was it⊠oh, I donât know⊠Mr. Grumpy Hot Neighbor?
Harper:
Harry! Tell us everything right now.
Y/N rolled her eyes fondly, typing out her reply.
Y/N:
Yes, it was Harry. I introduced myself properly. You know, as a fully functional adult and not a drunken mess.
Lila:
And? Did he swoon? Did he drop all his mail and propose on the spot?
Harper:
Or at least crack a smile?
Y/N sighed and leaned back against the counter, smirking to herself as she typed.
Y/N:
Absolutely not. He was⊠well, Harry. Polite but distant. He mightâve almost smiled, but I canât be sure.
Lila:
Ugh, heâs really sticking to the mysterious moody thing. Itâs so hot. What did you say to him?
Y/N:
I told him he was hard to read and said Iâd make him laugh one day.
Harper:
Bold move, I love it. What did he say?
Y/N:
He said, âWeâll see about that.â
Lila:
STOP. Thatâs basically flirting.
Harper:
Right? Thatâs flirty! Subtle, broody flirting.
Y/N:
You two are ridiculous. It wasnât flirting. Heâs just⊠like that.
Lila:
Y/N, this is your rom-com moment, and youâre living in denial. Grumpy guy + sunshine girl is literally a trope for a reason.
Harper:
Exactly. Next step: get him to join us for karaoke.
Y/N:
Oh, sure, because he definitely seems like the kind of guy who wants to sing âToxicâ with us.
Lila:
You never know. Maybe he has a secret karaoke voice thatâll blow us all away.
Y/N laughed to herself, shaking her head. Her friends were relentless, but she couldnât deny that their enthusiasm made her smile. As much as she tried to brush off the encounter, she couldnât stop replaying it in her headâthe way Harryâs green eyes lingered just a second too long, the faintest hint of a smirk on his lips.Â
It had been a couple of weeks since Y/Nâs encounter with Harry in the mailroom, and sheâd managed to push him to the back of her mind. Between work, friends, and her usual routine, she hadnât bumped into him in the halls or around the building. Life went on, and the memory of his grumpy smirk became just another amusing anecdote to share with Harper and Lila.
Until one night.
Y/N was jolted awake by the blaring sound of the fire alarm. Disoriented and groggy, she stumbled out of bed and grabbed a sweatshirt, pulling it over her pajama tank top. She shoved her feet into sneakers, grabbed her phone, and headed for the door. The hallway was chaotic, filled with neighbors in various states of sleepiness and confusion, all heading for the exits.
Once outside, Y/N joined the crowd of residents gathering on the sidewalk. The chilly night air bit at her skin, and she crossed her arms to keep warm. She craned her neck, scanning the crowd to see if there was anyone she knewâuntil her eyes landed on a familiar figure leaning against a lamppost.
It was Harry. His hair was a mess, sticking out in every direction, and he wore a hoodie over loose sweatpants. He looked like heâd just rolled out of bed, which, to be fair, he probably had. His expression was pure exhaustion, and he rubbed the back of his neck as he yawned.
Y/N didnât hesitate. She made her way over, her footsteps crunching on the gravel. âHey, neighbor,â she said, coming to a stop next to him.
Harry turned his head, his green eyes narrowing slightly as he registered her. âY/N,â he said, his voice rough from sleep. âThis is⊠unexpected.â He waved his hand around.Â
She grinned, shifting her weight to one foot. âYeah, I was thinking the same thing. But hey, at least itâs the fire alarms being obnoxiously loud this time and not me.â
Harryâs lips twitched, and for a second, she thought sheâd finally gotten him to crack a smile. âYouâre never going to let that go, are you?â he asked dryly.
âNever,â Y/N replied, a teasing lilt in her voice. âItâs too good of a story.â
Harry exhaled softly, almost like a laugh, and shook his head. âFair enough.â
They stood in silence for a moment, watching as a fire truck pulled up and a couple of firefighters headed inside to investigate. The air was crisp and carried a faint chill, but Y/N barely noticed. She glanced at Harry out of the corner of her eye.
âDo you think itâs an actual fire?â she asked.
âDoubt it,â he said, crossing his arms. âProbably just someone burning their midnight snack.â
âSounds like a riveting Saturday night,â Y/N joked, earning another small exhale from him.
âTell me about it,â he muttered, glancing down at her. His gaze lingered for a moment, and Y/N could feel her cheeks warm, though she tried to play it cool.
âWell,â she said, rocking back on her heels. âIf it turns out to be a drill, Iâm demanding a formal apology from management for ruining my beauty sleep.â
Harryâs lips quirked, just enough for her to notice. âIâm sure theyâll get right on that.â
For the first time, standing outside in the middle of the night with Harry didnât feel awkward or forced. It was easy, natural even, despite his perpetually tired and broody demeanor. Maybe it was the ridiculousness of the situation, or maybe her persistence was finally wearing him down.
Before either of them could say more, a firefighter emerged from the building, shouting to the crowd that it was a false alarm. People groaned, some laughing as they shuffled back toward the entrance.
Harry pushed off the lamppost and looked at Y/N. âGuess thatâs our cue.â
âLooks like it,â she said. âCatch you later, Harry.â
He nodded, his expression unreadable but not unkind. âNight, Y/N.â
As she headed back to her apartment, Y/N couldnât help but feel a small spark of satisfaction. Sure, he was still grumpy, but she was getting closer to breaking through. And honestly, she didnât mind the challenge.
By the time Y/N woke up the next morning, she had already drafted the text she knew Harper and Lila would demand. Still half-asleep, she grabbed her phone and opened their group chat, typing out the full story in detail.
Y/N:
So⊠guess who I bumped into at 3 a.m. when the fire alarm went off?
It didnât take long for her phone to buzz with rapid-fire responses.
Harper:
Oh my God. HARRY?
Lila:
Please tell me you were both standing there in your PJs like the meet-cute of the century.
Y/N:
 No, it wasnât a meet-cute. We just talked. Very normal. Nothing groundbreaking.
Harper:
What did you talk about?
Y/N:
I made a joke about how this time it wasnât me being loud, it was the fire alarm.
Lila:
YES. Classic Y/N. What did he say?
Y/N:
He just⊠smirked. Or sighed. Iâm honestly not sure anymore. Heâs so hard to read.
Harper:
Smirking counts as flirting. Iâm logging it.
Lila:
Definitely flirting. He wouldnât have smirked if he wasnât secretly interested. Men donât waste smirks on people they donât like.
Y/N:
Or he was just tired and didnât care enough to argue.
Harper:
Nope. Not buying it. Heâs interested. Heâs just grumpy interested.
Lila:
Exactly! Brooding types like him donât wear their feelings on their sleeves, but trust me, heâs intrigued. You just need to keep working on him.
Y/N rolled her eyes, though she couldnât help but smile.
Y/N:
You two are absolutely ridiculous. We talked for five minutes, tops. Nothing more, nothing less.
Harper:
Sure, keep telling yourself that.
Lila:
Face it, Y/N. This is your slow-burn romance, and we are here for it. Weâre already planning the playlist for your wedding.
Y/N:
Oh my God. I canât with you two.
Despite her protests, Y/N couldnât stop replaying the interaction in her mindâthe way his eyes lingered on her, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Harper and Lila were reading too much into it⊠werenât they?
Shaking her head, Y/N tossed her phone onto the couch. She had no intention of indulging their wild theories. But deep down, a small, stubborn part of her couldnât help but wonder.Â
Y/N lay in bed, staring at the faint shadows cast by her bedside lamp on the ceiling. The city sounds outside her window were faint but constantâcars in the distance, the occasional murmur of voices. Sheâd been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, her brain refusing to shut off.
It didnât help that every time she closed her eyes, all she could think about was Harry.
It wasnât intentional, or at least thatâs what she told herself. Sheâd been trying to push him out of her mind all day, but now, in the stillness of the night, his image seemed to surface unbidden. The way his messy hair stuck out when sheâd seen him by the mailboxes. The tattoos peeking out from under his shirt sleeves, the intricate designs winding across his arms like a story she desperately wanted to read.
And then there was his faceâsharp jawline, green eyes that seemed to pierce through her defenses, and that faint smirk heâd given her last night when sheâd cracked her fire alarm joke. It wasnât a full smile, but it had been enough to spark something in her. Something she couldnât quite shake.
She groaned, rolling onto her side and burying her face in her pillow. âGet a grip,â she muttered to herself.
But it was no use. She kept thinking about the way his voice soundedâlow, calm, almost soothing in its quiet confidence. The way he seemed perpetually unimpressed but not unkind, like he was holding back a part of himself from the world. And the way, despite all that grumpiness, she felt drawn to him.
The worst part was that she barely even knew him. A few brief encounters, a handful of words exchangedâit wasnât enough to warrant this level of overthinking. And yet, here she was, wide awake at 2 a.m., her thoughts spinning in circles around a guy who probably wasnât thinking about her at all.
She sighed, flipping onto her back again and staring at the ceiling. âYouâre losing it, Y/N,â she whispered into the dark.
But no matter how hard she tried to distract herselfâcounting sheep, replaying her favorite movie in her head, anythingâher mind kept drifting back to Harry. How frustratingly attractive he was. How much she wanted to figure him out. And how, for reasons she couldnât explain, she kind of liked the challenge.
The next afternoon, Y/N tied her apron around her waist and stepped onto the floor of the bustling Italian restaurant where she worked. The warm scent of garlic, fresh basil, and baking bread filled the air as the sounds of clinking silverware and cheerful conversations hummed around her. It was her favorite kind of shiftâsteady but not overwhelming, just busy enough to keep her energized.
She loved being a server. There was something satisfying about knowing the menu by heart, from the way the chef perfectly folded the handmade ravioli to the rich, velvety tiramisu that always left customers raving. She enjoyed the rhythm of it all: taking orders, making guests laugh, weaving between tables like she was part of a well-rehearsed dance.
By the time her shift ended, the sun was low in the sky, casting a soft golden glow over the city streets. Y/N slipped her bag over her shoulder, said goodbye to her coworkers, and began her short walk home.
The evening was warm, the kind of weather that made her glad sheâd chosen this neighborhood to live in. She liked the convenience of being close to work, the charm of the old brick buildings, and the occasional vendor selling flowers or roasted nuts on the sidewalk.
But as she rounded the last corner toward her apartment building, the sky darkened suddenly. Heavy clouds rolled in overhead, and before she could process what was happening, the first fat drops of rain began to fall.
âSeriously?â Y/N muttered, looking up at the sky as if it might offer her an explanation. Within seconds, the light drizzle turned into a full-on downpour. She didnât have an umbrella, of courseâit had been sunny when she left for workâand now she was too far from the restaurant to go back.
She quickened her pace, pulling her bag closer to her body to shield it from the rain. Her hair was already plastered to her forehead, and her clothes clung to her as the rain soaked through. She groaned in frustration but couldnât help laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.
By the time her apartment building came into view, she was drenched. She jogged the last stretch, her sneakers splashing in puddles, and darted toward the lobby entrance. As she reached for the door, it opened from the insideâand there, standing in the doorway, was Harry.
Of course, it was Harry.
He was holding a takeout bag in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. His green eyes widened slightly when he saw her, taking in her rain-soaked appearance.
âRough night?â he asked, his voice dry but laced with faint amusement.
Y/N brushed a wet strand of hair out of her face, shaking water from her arms. âYou could say that. Apparently, the weather decided I needed a shower.â
Harry stepped back, holding the door open for her. âYouâre dripping everywhere.â
âThanks for the observation,â Y/N said with a wry smile as she stepped inside, water pooling around her feet. âI hadnât noticed.â
He smirked, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary before he nodded toward the elevators. âYou should probably get upstairs before you flood the lobby.â
âWow, youâre so thoughtful,â she teased, her sarcasm barely masking the warmth in her voice.
Harry didnât reply, but his lips twitched like he was holding back a comment. He stepped aside, letting her pass, and as Y/N headed toward the elevator, she couldnât help but glance over her shoulder. He was still standing by the door, his attention now on the rain outside, but she couldâve sworn she caught him sneaking a glance at her as she walked away.
Y/N stepped into her apartment, water dripping onto the floor as she kicked off her soaked sneakers. She stripped off her rain-soaked clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket before heading straight to the bathroom. The hot water of the shower was bliss, washing away the chill of the rain and the lingering frustration of getting caught in it. By the time she stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy towel, her skin was warm and her mind was clearer.
Slipping into her favorite pair of soft pajamasâshorts and an oversized t-shirtâshe towel-dried her hair and grabbed her phone from the counter. She hadnât checked it since leaving work, and the screen lit up with a few notifications. Most were unimportant, but one text made her freeze.
Unknown Number:
Hey, itâs Harry. Got your number from the resident book. Hope thatâs okay. I, uh, ordered way too much food. If youâre not busy and donât mind eating with someone whoâs terrible at small talk, youâre welcome to join me.
Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Harry had texted her? She stared at the message, rereading it a couple of times, unsure what to make of it. The grumpy, brooding neighbor had gone out of his way to invite her over for dinner?
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she thought about what to say. She could easily come up with an excuse, blame the rain, or even politely decline. But something about his messageâhow heâd gone through the trouble of looking up her number and even made a self-deprecating jokeâmade her hesitate.
Finally, she started typing.
Y/N:
Hey! Iâm surprised you didnât mention how loud I was running through the lobby earlier. Iâd love to join, but fair warning: Iâm in my pajamas. Iâll bring wine to make up for it.
She hit send before she could second-guess herself and immediately got up to rummage through her small wine rack. She picked out a bottle of red, grabbed her favorite corkscrew, and texted him again.
Y/N:
Give me five minutes to make myself look less like a wet dog.
His response came almost instantly.
Harry:
I wouldnât have said anything about the lobby, but now that youâve brought it up⊠five minutes works. Apartment 4D.
Y/N laughed softly, shaking her head. She quickly towel-dried her hair a little more, tossed it into a loose bun, and grabbed the wine. As she stood by her door, nerves fluttered in her stomach, but she pushed them aside.
Whatever this wasâneighborly dinner, an olive branch, or something elseâshe was curious enough to find out.
Y/N stepped out of her apartment, the bottle of wine in hand, and made her way to the elevator. As she descended a floor, her nerves started to tingle, though she shook them off. It wasnât a big deal. It was just dinner with her neighbor. Her very attractive, grumpy neighbor with tattoos and a British accent. Nothing to overthink at all.
When she reached Harryâs door, she raised her hand to knockâbut before she could, the door swung open. Harry stood there, leaning casually against the frame, one eyebrow raised.
âI could hear you coming down the hall,â he said, his tone dry but his lips twitching into a faint smirk. âSubtlety isnât your strong suit, is it?â
Y/N let out a laugh, rolling her eyes. âIâll take that as your way of saying youâre happy to see me.â
âSomething like that,â he replied, stepping aside to let her in.
Y/N walked in, glancing around as she entered. Harryâs apartment was similar in layout to hers but had an entirely different vibe. The walls were painted a deep, moody gray, with shelves lined with books, records, and a few small plants that looked suspiciously well cared for. A guitar rested in the corner by the window, and the faint smell of takeout wafted from the small kitchen.
âNice place,â she said, setting the wine on the counter. âVery⊠broody chic. Fits you.â
Harry arched a brow as he closed the door. âBroody chic? Is that a compliment?â
âDepends how you take it,â Y/N shot back with a grin.
He shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he moved toward the kitchen. âHope youâre hungry. I may have overestimated how much I can eat on my own.â
She followed him, glancing at the spread on the counter. There were containers of what looked like Thai foodâpad thai, green curry, fried rice, and spring rolls. Definitely enough for two, if not three.
âYou werenât kidding,â she said, grabbing a spring roll. âPlanning on feeding the whole building?â
âOnly the loudest resident,â he said, smirking again.
She gave him a playful glare before grabbing plates from the counter and handing him one. âLucky for you, I came prepared,â she said, holding up the wine. âThis should balance things out.â
As they settled at the small table, Y/N couldnât help but notice how relaxed Harry seemed. He wasnât smiling, not really, but there was something softer about him tonight. Less guarded. And as they started eating, trading sarcastic comments and occasional small talk, she realized she didnât mind the challenge of cracking through his tough exterior one bit.
Harry handed Y/N two wine glasses, their fingers brushing briefly as she took them. He didnât say anything, but his lips moved slightly as if he was trying not to smirk. Y/N poured the wine, filling each glass just enough before sliding one over to him.
Meanwhile, he plated the food, carefully dividing the dishes between two plates. His movements were deliberate, almost methodical, and Y/N found herself watching him for a moment before realizing what she was doing. Shaking herself out of it, she grabbed her glass and followed him to the bar counter.
They sat side by side, the warm glow of the pendant light above them casting a cozy atmosphere. Y/N took a sip of her wine, her gaze flicking to Harry as he started eating in silence.
For a while, she stayed quiet, enjoying the food and the unspoken rhythm of their shared meal. But her curiosity got the better of her. Setting her glass down, she turned toward him slightly, resting her elbow on the counter.
âSo,â she began, her tone light but probing, âwhy are you always so grumpy?â
Harry paused mid-bite, his fork hovering over his plate as he looked at her. His green eyes narrowed slightly, not in anger but as if he were trying to decide how serious she was.
âGrumpy?â he repeated, raising an eyebrow.
âYes, grumpy,â she said, her lips curving into a teasing smile. âYou know, the whole emo, barely-smiling, âI donât have time for your nonsenseâ vibe youâve got going on. Is it like⊠your thing?â
Harry leaned back slightly, taking a slow sip of his wine as he considered her question. âMaybe Iâm not grumpy,â he said finally, his voice calm. âMaybe youâre just too⊠cheerful.â
âCheerful?â she echoed, laughing softly. âThatâs your explanation? Iâm cheerful, so that automatically makes you grumpy?â
âSomething like that,â he said, his lips quirking into the faintest smirk.
Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldnât help smiling. âYouâre deflecting.â
He raised his glass, meeting her gaze over the rim as he took another sip. âMaybe.â
âCome on,â she pressed, leaning in slightly. âThereâs got to be a reason. I mean, youâre not actuallymiserable all the time, are you?â
Harry sighed, setting his glass down and leaning his forearms on the counter. For a moment, he seemed to be debating whether or not to answer. Finally, he shrugged.
âIâm not grumpy,â he said, his voice quieter. âI just⊠donât see the point in pretending all the time. People put on this front like everythingâs great, but most of the time, itâs not. Iâm just⊠honest about it.â
Y/N tilted her head, studying him. There was something in his toneâsomething unspoken but heavy, like he was revealing more than he intended.
âWell,â she said softly, âfor what itâs worth, I donât think being happy is the same as pretending. And Iâm not pretending.â
Harry glanced at her, his expression unreadable. âI noticed,â he said simply.
Her cheeks warmed, and for a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of the conversation settling between them. Then Y/N picked up her glass and raised it toward him.
âTo being honest,â she said with a small smile.
Harryâs eyes flicked to her glass before he picked up his own, clinking it against hers. âTo being honest,â he echoed.
And for the first time that evening, his smirk softened into something closer to a smile.
Harry swirled the wine in his glass, staring at the deep red liquid for a moment before setting it down and looking at Y/N. His expression was more open now, his usual guarded demeanor softened.
âYou seem nice enough,â he said, his tone casual but sincere. âI could use a friend around here.â
Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the admission. For a moment, she wasnât sure how to respond. Then a warm smile spread across her face.
âWell, thatâs unexpected,â she said, her voice light with humor. âI thought for sure you hated me after the whole karaoke fiasco.â
Harry tilted his head slightly, his lips twitching in amusement. âHated you? No. Annoyed, maybe. But hateâs a strong word.â
âGood to know,â Y/N said, laughing softly. âBecause I was convinced youâd written me off as the worldâs loudest neighbor.â
âIâll admit,â Harry said, smirking now, âthe karaoke was⊠a lot. But itâs hard to hate someone who sings âI Want It That Wayâ with that much enthusiasm.â
Y/N covered her face with her hands, laughing harder. âOh my God, I canât believe you remember the song. Thatâs so embarrassing.â
âItâs unforgettable,â he said with mock seriousness, taking another sip of wine.
When her laughter died down, Y/N looked at him, her expression softening. âFor what itâs worth, Iâd be happy to be your friend. You donât seem as scary as you pretend to be.â
âScary?â Harry echoed, raising an eyebrow.
âWell, yeah,â she teased. âYouâve got the whole âgrumpy lone wolfâ thing going on. Itâs a little intimidating.â
Harry shook his head, but there was a faint smile on his face. âIâm not scary.â
âNo,â Y/N said, grinning. âYouâre not. Youâre just⊠Harry.â
He didnât respond right away, but his gaze lingered on her for a moment, something unreadable in his expression. Finally, he nodded, his tone soft but certain. âYeah. Just Harry.â
As they continued eating, the conversation grew lighter, the initial tension between them fading into something comfortable. By the time they finished their meal, Y/N realized that beneath Harryâs gruff exterior was someone she genuinely wanted to know better. And judging by the way his smirk had softened into something warmer, she suspected he felt the same.
After finishing their plates, Harry leaned back in his chair, resting his forearm on the bar counter as he glanced at Y/N. There was a comfortable silence between them, one she hadnât expected when she first showed up at his door.
âThanks for coming over,â he said finally, his tone quieter but sincere. âI donât usually⊠do this.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, swirling her wine in her glass. âWhat? Order too much food or invite people over?â
He smirked faintly, shaking his head. âThe second one. Iâm not exactly the âneighborly dinnerâ type.â
âWell, I feel special then,â she teased, tilting her head at him. âAlthough, if youâre not usually this social, whyâd you invite me? I mean, not that Iâm complaining.â
Harry shrugged, glancing down at his glass. âYou seemed⊠different. I donât know. Most people I meet just seem fake, like theyâre putting on a show. But youâreâŠâ He paused, searching for the right word. âReal.â
Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the raw honesty of his words. âOh,â she said softly, a smile tugging at her lips. âWell, thanks. I think.â
âI mean it,â Harry added, looking at her directly now. âYouâre⊠not what I expected when I moved here. In a good way.â
Her cheeks warmed at his words, and she tried to play it off with humor. âCareful, Harry. Youâre starting to sound like you actually like me.â
âDonât push it,â he said with a smirk, though his eyes were softer than usual.
They fell into another comfortable silence, sipping their wine and letting the moment stretch out. Y/N felt herself relax more with each passing second, realizing how easy it was to be around him now that some of his walls had come down.
After a moment, she broke the quiet. âYou know, for someone who claims not to be social, youâre pretty good company.â
Harry raised an eyebrow. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
âIt is,â she said, her grin widening. âYou should let yourself be social more often. You might surprise yourself.â
He scoffed softly, shaking his head. âOne step at a time.â
They shared a small laugh, and Y/N couldnât help but feel like this was a turning point. Whatever Harry had been holding back before, he was letting her in now, even if only a little. It felt⊠nice.
Eventually, she glanced at her phone and realized how late it had gotten. âI should probably head back,â she said, setting her empty wine glass down. âIâve already overstayed my welcome.â
Harry stood as she got up, shaking his head. âYou havenât. But⊠thanks for coming. I mean it.â
She smiled, grabbing the bottle of wine. âAnytime, Harry.â
As she walked to the door, he followed her, leaning casually against the frame as she turned back to face him. There was something unspoken in the way he looked at her, a softness she wasnât used to seeing from him.
âGoodnight,â she said, her voice lighter now.
âNight, Y/N,â he replied, his smirk returning.
She headed back to her apartment, her heart unexpectedly lighter. Maybe Harry wasnât as grumpy as he seemedâor maybe she was just getting used to it. Either way, she found herself smiling as she closed her door behind her. And for the first time in weeks, she wasnât overthinking anything.
The next morning, Y/N woke up to the sunlight filtering through her blinds and a faint smile lingering on her lips. The night before with Harry had been⊠unexpected, but not in a bad way. She stretched, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and immediately opened her group chat with Harper and Lila.
Y/N:
So, guess what? Harry invited me over for dinner last night.
It didnât take long for her phone to explode with notifications.
Lila:
WHAT. DETAILS NOW.
Harper:
DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM?!
Y/N rolled her eyes, her cheeks warming despite being alone.
Y/N:
No, I didnât sleep with him. Calm down.
Lila:
Boring. But continue.
Harper:
Okay, but like, did it feel like it was going there?
Y/N:
No! It wasnât like that. He said he had too much food and could use a friend, so I brought wine, and we had dinner. Thatâs it.
Lila:
You brought wine. Thatâs a date move.
Harper:
Right? Totally a date.
Y/N:
It wasnât a date. We ate at his bar counter, talked a little, and thatâs all. ButâŠ
Lila:
BUT WHAT?!
Harper:
Spill, Y/N. Donât make us beg.
Y/N sighed, biting her lip as she typed out her next message.
Y/N:
Okay, fine. I wouldnât mind if something happened, but itâs not like I know much about him. I donât even know what he does for work.
Lila:
Oh my God. You want to bang the mysterious, tattooed neighbor. I KNEW IT.
Harper:
This is your grumpy/sunshine romance, and we are living for it.
Y/N:
You two are ridiculous. Iâm just saying heâs attractive, okay? That doesnât mean anythingâs going to happen.
Lila:
Itâll happen. The sexual tension alone is probably unbearable.
Harper:
Agreed. You just need to ask him questions about himself. What he does for work, what his favorite food is, if heâs singleâ
Lila:
Definitely ask the last one. For research purposes.
Y/N groaned, shaking her head but smiling despite herself.
Y/N:
You two are impossible. But fine, if the opportunity comes up, Iâll try to find out more about him. Happy?
Harper:
Ecstatic.
Lila:
Canât wait to hear how this unfolds. Weâre already planning the wedding playlist.
Y/N laughed, tossing her phone onto the bed. Her friends were relentless, but they werenât wrong about one thingâshe was curious about Harry. And as much as she tried to deny it, she wouldnât mind getting to know him better⊠or seeing where this strange connection between them might lead.
Later that month Y/N walked into her apartment after a long day, expecting the usual cozy warmth to greet her. Instead, an icy chill hit her the moment she stepped inside. She frowned, rubbing her arms and heading straight for the thermostat. She fiddled with it for a minute, but no matter what she did, the heater refused to turn on.
âGreat,â she muttered, pulling her jacket tighter around her shoulders. It wasnât unbearably cold outside, but inside her apartment, it felt like a freezer.
With no other options, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts. She didnât know many people in the buildingâjust Harry, really. And as much as she hesitated, her fingers hovered over his name before she finally sent a text.
Y/N:
Hey, random question. Do you happen to have a small heater or something I can borrow? My heaterâs broken, and itâs freezing in here.
A few minutes later, her phone buzzed.
Harry:
Why donât you just stay here tonight? Iâve got heat, and I donât own a portable heater.
Y/N stared at the message, her heart skipping a beat. She hadnât expected that. Borrowing something was one thing, but staying at his place? She hesitated, her fingers tapping lightly against the screen. Before she could overthink it, she typed out a response.
Y/N:
Are you sure? I donât want to intrude.
His reply was quick.
Harry:
Youâre not intruding. Besides, itâs better than you freezing to death in your apartment. Bring whatever you need.
She bit her lip, a mix of nerves and curiosity swirling in her chest. Finally, she grabbed a bag and threw in some essentialsâpajamas, a toothbrush, and a few other thingsâbefore bundling up and heading out.
When she reached his door, she knocked softly. It opened almost immediately, and there was Harry, leaning against the frame with his usual calm demeanor.
âFigured youâd take me up on the offer,â he said, stepping aside to let her in.
âYeah, well, hypothermia didnât sound appealing,â Y/N replied with a small smile, brushing past him into the warmth of his apartment.
As she set her bag down by the couch, she glanced at him. âThanks for this, by the way. I really appreciate it.â
He shrugged, closing the door. âNo problem. Itâs just one night.â
Y/N raised an eyebrow, smirking. âWow, Harry. That almost sounded like youâre happy to have me here.â
He gave her a dry look but didnât respond, instead gesturing toward the couch. âYou can take the couch if you want, or I can grab some extra blankets for the guest room.â
She looked at the couch, then back at him. âGuest room? You have a guest room?â
âBarely,â he said with a shrug. âItâs more of a storage room, but thereâs a bed in there.â
âWell, as long as itâs warmer than my apartment, Iâll take it.â
Harry nodded, heading toward the hallway. âIâll grab some blankets.â
As Harry disappeared down the hallway to grab blankets, Y/N called after him, her voice light and teasing. âBy the way, I brought some wine as a thank-you! You know, for saving me from my frozen wasteland of an apartment.â
She heard him chuckle faintly, his voice drifting back from the other room. âThoughtful of you. What kind?â
âRed. A classic, nothing too fancy,â she replied, smirking as she started to take the bottle out of her bag. âFigured youâd prefer something a little understated, given your whole âmysterious and broodyâ vibe.â
Harry reappeared in the doorway, carrying a thick blanket over one shoulder. He raised an eyebrow at her. âI think you enjoy calling me broody a little too much.â
âWell, it fits,â she shot back, grinning. âSpeaking of which, I realized something earlierâI donât even know what you do for work. So, enlighten me, oh mysterious one. What is it that you do?â
Harry paused for a moment, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. âI own an art gallery,â he said simply, setting the blanket on the couch.
Y/N blinked, caught off guard. âYou own an art gallery?â
âYeah,â he said, leaning casually against the back of the couch. âSmall place over in Silver Lake. Nothing flashy, just local artists and smaller exhibitions.â
She stared at him, her curiosity piqued. âI didnât see that coming.â
âWhat did you see coming?â he asked, raising an eyebrow.
âI donât know,â Y/N admitted, laughing softly. âSomething more⊠I donât know, corporate? Like sitting at a desk all day and brooding at spreadsheets.â
Harry actually laughed at that, a low, warm sound that surprised her. âSorry to disappoint. No spreadsheets involved.â
âNo, itâs not disappointing,â she said quickly, shaking her head. âItâs just⊠unexpected. I mean, you own an art gallery. Thatâs cool. Artistic and grumpy? Youâre full of surprises, Harry.â
He shook his head, but there was a faint warmth in his expression, like her enthusiasm had caught him off guard. âItâs just a business.â
âJust a business?â she repeated, tilting her head. âDonât undersell yourself. Thatâs impressive.â
He looked at her for a moment, his gaze steady. âThanks.â
They fell into a brief silence, and Y/N felt the air shift slightly. It wasnât awkwardâif anything, it felt⊠comfortable. She gestured to the wine. âSo, should we open this or what?â
Harry nodded, stepping into the kitchen to grab two glasses. âWhy not? Youâre my guest, after all.â
As he poured the wine, Y/N couldnât help but think that for someone who seemed so guarded at first, Harry was slowly becoming an open bookâone she was eager to keep reading.
Y/N leaned against the counter, swirling her glass of wine as she watched Harry pour his own. âSo, how did you end up owning an art gallery?â she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. âI mean, thatâs not exactly the most common career path.â
Harry took a sip of his wine, his gaze thoughtful as he set the glass down. âIâve always loved art. Painting, sketching⊠that sort of thing. But itâs not exactly the easiest way to make a living.â
Y/N nodded, understanding the struggle. âSo, the gallery was a way to stay involved in the art world?â
âSomething like that,â he said, leaning his hip against the counter. âI came into some money after my mom passed a few years ago. It wasnât a fortune, but it was enough to make me think about what I really wanted to do. I didnât want to sit in an office or work for someone else. I wanted something that felt⊠personal. The gallery felt like the right choice.â
âThatâs incredible,â Y/N said, her voice soft. âI mean, turning something you love into a business? Not many people can say theyâve done that.â
Harry shrugged, a faint smile on his lips. âIt has its challenges, but I donât regret it.â
Y/N smiled at him, feeling a new layer of respect for her neighbor. After a moment, he tilted his head, his eyes flicking to her. âWhat about you? What do you do?â
She hesitated, suddenly feeling self-conscious. âOh, nothing nearly as impressive as you,â she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. âIâm just a server. I work at an Italian restaurant a few blocks from here.â
Harry raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching like he was holding back a laugh. âWhy do you say it like that?â
âLike what?â she asked, frowning.
âLike itâs nothing. You said youâre âjustâ a server,â he said, taking another sip of his wine. âYouâre in food service, right? Thatâs an art in itself. Just⊠a different kind.â
She blinked, caught off guard by his perspective. âIâve never thought about it like that.â
He nodded, gesturing with his glass. âThink about it. Youâre part of creating an experience for people. The way the foodâs presented, the way you interact with customersâitâs all part of the artistry. Doesnât matter if itâs a painting on a wall or a plate of pasta. Itâs still something people connect with.â
Y/N felt her cheeks warm, a mix of surprise and gratitude washing over her. âThatâs⊠actually really nice of you to say.â
âItâs true,â Harry said simply, his green eyes meeting hers. âStop selling yourself short.â
She smiled, feeling unexpectedly lighter. âThanks, Harry. I guess Iâll try to keep that in mind the next time someone complains about their breadsticks not being warm enough.â
He chuckled at that, shaking his head. âBreadsticks or not, it sounds like youâre good at what you do.â
Y/N sipped her wine, the corners of her lips curving up.Â
Y/N swirled the wine in her glass, glancing at Harry over the rim. She hesitated for a moment, then decided to push the conversation a little further. âYou know,â she began, her voice softer now, âyou have a really nice way of thinking about things. The way you look at art, even food⊠itâs kind of impressive.â
Harry raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter with an amused expression. âIs that your way of saying Iâm not just a grumpy neighbor?â
âMaybe,â she said with a small grin, her tone almost teasing. âBut seriously, youâve got a smart mind, Harry. You see things in a way most people donât.â
He tilted his head slightly, his green eyes studying her as if trying to figure out her angle. âAre you flirting with me, Y/N?â
She laughed, feeling her cheeks flush slightly. âAnd if I was?â
Harryâs lips curved into a faint smirk, but he didnât answer right away. Instead, he took a slow sip of his wine, his gaze never leaving hers. âThen Iâd say itâs about time you stopped pretending you find me intimidating.â
âI never said you intimidate me,â she shot back, her grin widening. âI said you have a grumpy vibe. Totally different.â
âRight,â he said, his tone dry but his smirk giving him away. âGood to know Iâm not scaring you off.â
âNot even close,â Y/N replied, her voice confident now. She leaned her elbow on the counter, resting her chin in her hand as she looked at him. âYouâre not as scary as you think, Harry. In fact, I think youâre kind of⊠interesting.â
Harry chuckled softly, shaking his head. âYouâre full of surprises, you know that?â
âRight back at you,â she said, her gaze warm.
For a moment, the air between them shifted. The playful banter was still there, but beneath it was something quieter, something unspoken. Y/N didnât know what exactly was happening, but she wasnât in a hurry to break the moment.
Harry finally set his glass down, his expression softening just slightly. âCareful, Y/N,â he said, his voice low but with a hint of amusement. âYou keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you actually like having me around.â
âMaybe I do,â she said simply, holding his gaze.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and for the first time, he didnât deflect her comment. Instead, he just looked at her, something unreadable flickering in his green eyes. Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken, but she didnât look away.
The mood in the room shifted as Harry leaned forward, his green eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down Y/N's spine.Â
He tilted his head slightly, his voice low and teasing as he said, "You wouldn't be able to handle me."
Her breath caught, but she wasn't about to let him have the last word.
 "Try me," she challenged, her voice steady but laced with anticipation.
Harry's eyes darkened, the playful smirk on his lips giving way to something deeper, something more raw. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out and placed his hand lightly on her throat-not gripping, just resting, his thumb brushing the edge of her jaw. The warmth of his touch made her heart race, and she felt her breath hitch as he leaned in closer.
For a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear, the only sound her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. Then, without another word, Harry closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss.
It wasn't gentle, but it wasn't rushed either-it was deliberate, like he'd been holding himself back and was finally letting go. His lips moved against hers with a confidence that left no room for hesitation, and Y/N melted into the kiss, her hand instinctively reaching out to grip the edge of the counter for balance.
She kissed him back just as fervently, tilting her head to deepen the connection. His fingers slid from her throat to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as though he couldn't get enough of her. The heat between them was undeniable, and in that moment, nothing else mattered-not the chill of her broken heater, not the wine, not the playful banter that had led them here.
When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads nearly touching. Harry's green eyes searched hers, and for once, his usual guarded expression was nowhere to be found.
"Still think I can't handle you?" Y/N whispered, her voice a little breathless but tinged with humor.
Harry smirked, his hand still lingering at the nape of her neck.Â
"Guess I underestimated you," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "But l'm not done yet.â
Harry's hand slid down from Y/N's neck to her wrist, his grip firm but careful as he led her through his apartment toward his bedroom.
Her heart pounded in anticipation, her breath catching when he opened the door and gently but deliberately pushed her onto the bed.
Y/N gasped softly, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked up at him. The intensity in his green eyes made her pulse race, and the energy between them was electric, the room feeling heavier with every passing second.
Harry stepped closer, his movements slow and controlled, like he was savoring the moment.
He placed a hand on her throat again, this time with a gentle but deliberate squeeze that sent a shiver down her spine. His thumb brushed along her jawline as he leaned in, his voice low and commanding.
"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked, his tone dripping with authority and heat.
Y/N's breath hitched as she nodded slowly, unable to look away from his piercing gaze.
Her voice was caught somewhere in her throat, so she let her actions speak for her, tilting her head slightly into his touch.
Harry smirked, leaning down until his lips were just a breath away from her ear. His voice dropped even lower, a whisper that made her skin prickle with anticipation.
"I knew you would be," he murmured, his tone both teasing and possessive.
The words sent a jolt through her, and she felt her body react instinctively, her cheeks flushing as she surrendered to the moment.
Harry's lips brushed against the corner of her jaw, trailing down her neck as his hand stayed firmly but gently in place. Every movement felt deliberate, like he wanted her to feel every second of his attention.
Whatever control Y/N thought she had going into this was slipping fast, and the way Harry's touch consumed her made it clearâhe knew it, too.
Harry paused, his intense green eyes meeting Y/Nâs as he leaned over her. His hand lingered on her throat, his grip light but enough to hold her attention completely. For a moment, he didnât say anything, didnât move any closer. He just looked at her, his gaze softening slightly, as if he were silently asking her a question.
It wasnât just a lookâit was a pause, a chance for her to stop him if she wanted to. His eyes, usually so guarded, were now open and searching, silently asking for her consent.
Y/Nâs heart raced as she looked back at him, feeling the weight of his unspoken question. She swallowed, her breath shallow as she gave him the answer he was waiting for. Slowly, purposely, she nodded.
Harryâs lips curved into a faint smile, a mixture of relief and satisfaction crossing his face. âGood,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with an edge of tenderness.
He leaned down again, his lips brushing hers as his hand on her throat tightened just slightly, enough to make her feel both safe and completely at his mercy. And as the space between them disappeared, Y/N felt herself giving in fully, her trust in him unwavering.
Harry's piercing gaze never left Y/N's face, his touch as light as a butterfly's wings. He slowly pulled her to the edge, his hands on her hips. The soft rustle of sheets filled the room as she sank into the bedding, eyes darting up to meet his.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him undoing his pants, revealing his hardness beneath. She gulped audibly as he climbed onto the bed with her, their bodies pressed together from chest to knees. His hand trailed down her side, stopping just above her thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. His touch sent shivers of anticipation up and down her spine.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered against her earlobe, his hot breath causing goosebumps to form on her skin.
She bit her lip, hesitating for only a moment before whispering back, "I want you to take control."
Harry's smirk was both predatory and reassuring as he nodded once in understanding. His hand slid underneath her shirt, tracing patterns across her stomach before moving higher till it reached its destination: her lacy black bra. He palmed one of her breasts through the fabric, eliciting a moan from deep within her throat that echoed around them. His thumb circled her nipple roughly, making it harden into a tight bud underneath his touch.
His lips followed suit, kissing along her jawline and trailing down towards that erect nipple. He flicked it with his tongue teasingly while simultaneously tug
His smile was wicked as he leaned back, a glint in his eye. "Is that so?" He trailed kisses down her neck, his stubble grazing against her sensitive skin, making her shudder with pleasure. His hand slid between their bodies and brushed against her center, indulging in the wetness there. She gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch.
"You're so ready for me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He pushed her shorts aside and slid one finger inside her slowly, feeling the tightness surrounding him. Y/N moaned softly, her hips grinding against his hand in encouragement.
Harry removed his finger, teasing her as he lowered his head to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He growled softly against her skin, sucking gently as he began to thrust two fingers inside her in short, quick motions that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She cried out softly, gripping the sheets beneath her as he continued his ministrations. He quickly undressed her and stared at her body. Y/N felt hot under his eyes.Â
They quickly lost themselves in each other's touches. The squeak of the bedframe echoed in the room as Harry positioned himself at her entrance and pushed inside her slowly. She gasped at the fullness but welcomed it, urging him on with a nod of encouragement.
He slowed down, taking deep breaths to regain control as he braced himself above her. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he asked hoarsely, gaze locked onto hers.
Y/N nodded fiercely, signaling him to continue. With a low growl of approval, he began moving inside her slowly but steadily, theirÂ
bodies meeting in a dance of desire. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure through them both, their skin slick with sweat under the dim light of the bedside lamp. The air was thick with an almost palpable tension as they moved together, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the room.
Harry's grip on her hips tightened, his rhythm becoming faster and harder, mirroring the desire that flared in his eyes. Y/N met him stroke for stroke, their eyes locked on each other as if they were the only two people in the room. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the silence beneath the duvet, broken only by their heavy breathing and soft moans.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she neared her climax, his name falling from her lips in a whispered plea. Without missing a beat, he quickened his pace, his cock driving into her with urgency. Their connection was intense, overwhelming, everything she could have asked for and more.
As she cried out in ecstasy beneath him, feeling her orgasm wash over her like a wave, Harry followed close behind. His body tensed as he groaned loudly, filling her with his warmth and love. Their hearts raced in unison as they finally collapsed onto each other, panting heavily but content.
He rolled off her slowly, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before rolling onto his back beside her.Â
Harry lay on his side, propped up on one elbow as he looked down at Y/N. His green eyes were softer now, a flicker of mischief dancing in them as he smirked.Â
"So," he said, his voice low and teasing, "are you going to text your little girl chat and tell them we fucked?" Y/N let out a surprised laugh, turning her head to look at him.Â
"What? No! They'd never let me live it down."
Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying himself.Â
"You should. Tell them the hot, mysterious guy was really grumpy the whole time."Y/N laughed even harder, covering her face with her hand.Â
"Oh, right. That'll really sell it. 'Hey, girls, just an FYl, my grumpy neighbor is not only hot but also excellent in bed. Highly recommend.'"
Harry chuckled, his grin widening. "Not bad. Make sure you add in the part about how I stayed in character the whole time-grumpy and all."
She rolled her eyes, still smiling as she nudged him playfully. "Fine. I'll throw in that your scowl is even sexier up close. Happy?"
"Ecstatic," he said dryly, though the amused glint in his eyes gave him away. YN shook her head, the laughter subsiding into a warm smile.
 "You know," she said, her tone softening, "you might be mysterious and grumpy, but you're also a little cocky. Just saying."
Harry leaned down, his face inches from hers.
"Maybe," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "But I think you like it."
Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at him, biting back a grin. "Maybe I do."
"Good," he said simply, before capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss that made her forget about everything else-including her friends waiting for updates in the group chat.
The week passed in a blur of near-misses and brief encounters between Y/N and Harry. She saw him in the mailroom once, where he gave her a small nod and the faintest hint of a smirk before disappearing upstairs. Another time, they crossed paths in the hallway, exchanging quick hellos but nothing more.
Neither of them brought up the night they spent together, and while Y/N tried to brush it off as a casual hookup, part of her couldnât help but wonder if he was deliberately avoiding the topic. She didnât want to push, figuring Harry would open up if and when he was ready.
Then, one evening, as she was curled up on her couch with a glass of wine and her laptop, her phone buzzed with a text.
Harry:
Hey. Sorry Iâve been so distant this week. The gallery is getting ready for a new showing, and itâs been⊠a lot.
Y/N stared at the message for a moment, her stomach fluttering. She hadnât expected him to reach out, let alone apologize.
Y/N:
Hey, no worries. I figured you were busy. New showing sounds exciting though!
A moment later, her phone buzzed again.
Harry:
It is. Stressful, but worth it. You should come by. Itâs this Saturday night. Bring your friends if you want.
Y/Nâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. Harry inviting her to his gallery? That felt⊠significant.
Y/N:
Iâd love to. Are you sure you want me to bring my friends? Theyâre a little⊠loud.
Harry:
If theyâre anything like you, Iâm already prepared for chaos.
She laughed softly, shaking her head.
Y/N:
Fair warning: chaos is guaranteed. But Iâll be there.
Harry:
Good. Iâll send you the details tomorrow.
Y/N set her phone down, a small smile tugging at her lips. For all of Harryâs grumpiness and guarded demeanor, this felt like his way of extending an olive branchâa step toward something more. And she couldnât deny that the idea of seeing him in his element, at the gallery, intrigued her.
She grabbed her phone again and opened the group chat with Harper and Lila.
Y/N:
Ladies, clear your schedules for Saturday night. Weâre going to an art gallery.
Predictably, her phone exploded with responses almost immediately.
Lila:
Wait, is this Harryâs gallery?
Harper:
The grumpy tattooed neighbor has an art gallery?
Y/N:
Yes. He invited me. And before you askâno, weâre not talking about the other night.
Lila:
Boring. But fine, weâre in. Is there wine?
Harper:
And snacks?
Y/N:
Iâll ask. But behave yourselves. He already thinks Iâm loud.
Lila:
Oh, honey, weâre just getting started.
Y/N laughed, already imagining the chaos her friends would inevitably bring. But deep down, she was looking forward to Saturday more than she cared to admit.Â
The week crawled by as Saturday approached, each day slower than the last. Y/N found herself obsessing over small detailsâwhether Harry would be too busy to notice her, what kind of people attended art gallery showings, and most importantly, what to wear. She wanted to look effortlessly put-together, like someone who appreciated art but wasnât trying too hard.
By Saturday afternoon, her room was a battlefield of discarded outfits. Finally, she settled on a sleek black jumpsuit paired with a cropped denim jacket and ankle bootsâstylish but not over the top. She added a few gold accessories and a swipe of lipstick before grabbing her bag and heading out the door.
On the way to Silver Lake, she picked up Harper and Lila, who were already buzzing with excitement when they climbed into the car.
âYou look hot,â Lila said, eyeing her outfit. âVery âI like art but Iâm too cool to talk about it.ââ
âThanks,â Y/N said, laughing as she started the car. âIâm going for low-key, not intimidating.â
âWell, mission accomplished,â Harper chimed in, adjusting her blazer.Â
Y/N glanced at them in the rearview mirror, grinning. Harper wore a bold red jumpsuit, while Lila had opted for a metallic skirt and leather jacket.Â
By the time they pulled into Silver Lake, the sun had set, and the neighborhood was alive with energy. The gallery came into view, its windows glowing warmly against the evening sky. People were milling about on the sidewalk, chatting in small groups with glasses of wine in hand, while others filtered in and out of the bustling space.
âThis is it,â Y/N said, parking the car and taking a deep breath.
âItâs so fancy,â Lila said, practically bouncing in her seat. âLook at all these people!â
Harper leaned forward, peering out the window. âIâm already picturing Harry brooding in a corner, glaring at anyone who talks too loud.â
âProbably,â Y/N muttered, her heart fluttering as she got out of the car. She grabbed her bag and adjusted her jacket before turning to her friends. âOkay, letâs not embarrass me too much, yeah?â
âNo promises,â Harper said with a grin, looping her arm through Y/Nâs as they headed toward the gallery entrance.
Inside, the space was even more vibrant. The walls were adorned with bold, eclectic pieces of artâpaintings, sculptures, and mixed-media pieces that immediately drew attention. Soft music played in the background, and servers wove through the crowd with trays of wine and hors dâoeuvres. The hum of conversation filled the air, blending with the occasional burst of laughter.
Y/Nâs eyes scanned the room, searching for Harry. She didnât spot him right away, but she noticed how carefully curated the space feltâeach piece arranged with intention. It was a reflection of him, she realized, meticulous and thoughtful.
âThis is amazing,â Harper said, grabbing a glass of wine from a passing server. âHe really knows what heâs doing.â
Lila nudged Y/N. âSpeaking of, where is Mr. Grumpy Art Dealer? I want to see him in his element.â
âI donât know,â Y/N said, glancing around again. âHeâs probablyââ
Before she could finish, her gaze landed on him. Harry stood near the back of the room, dressed in a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showcasing his tattoos. He was talking to a small group of people, but his eyes flicked toward her as if he could feel her presence.
Their gazes locked for a moment, and he gave her a subtle nod before turning back to his conversation. Y/Nâs heart skipped a beat, and she felt Lila squeeze her arm.
âOh, he definitely saw you,â Lila said, grinning. âAnd Iâm not imagining the way he looked at you.â
âStop,â Y/N hissed, her cheeks flushing. But she couldnât deny itâthere was something in his gaze that felt personal, even in the middle of the crowd.
âGo say hi,â Harper urged, giving her a nudge.
âNot yet,â Y/N said, grabbing a glass of wine for herself. âIâll wait until heâs free. Letâs just look around first.â
As they wandered through the gallery, admiring the artwork, Y/N couldnât shake the feeling that Harryâs eyes were on herâeven when she wasnât looking his way.
Y/N wandered through the gallery, sipping her wine as she admired the artwork. Each piece was so differentâsome abstract, others intricate and detailedâbut all of them carried a sense of purpose. It was easy to see that Harry had a good eye for curating.
She glanced across the room and saw Harper and Lila chatting animatedly with a group of women, likely bonding over their outfits or the wine. Typical, she thought with a smile, shaking her head.
As she moved to the next paintingâa striking piece of layered colors and texturesâshe felt someone step up beside her. There was a shift in the air, a quiet presence that made her turn her head.
It was Harry.
He stood with his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the painting. His black shirt, with the sleeves still rolled up, contrasted sharply against the warm tones of the art, and his tattoos seemed to blend seamlessly into the aesthetic of the space.
âItâs acrylic and resin,â he said, his voice low but steady. âThe artist used palette knives for the texture and then poured resin over it to give it that shine. Took weeks to cure properly.â
Y/N blinked, caught off guard for a moment before she found her words. âItâs beautiful,â she said softly, turning her attention back to the piece. âI love the depth in it. It feels like you could reach in and get lost.â
Harry glanced at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âThatâs the idea. The artist wanted it to feel immersive, like stepping into an emotional landscape.â
She looked at him, her curiosity piqued. âDo you know all the details of every piece in here?â
âPretty much,â he admitted, his smirk growing. âPart of the job. I like to understand the processâit helps me connect with the artists and explain it to people who come through.â
Y/N smiled, sipping her wine. âItâs impressive. Youâve created something really special here.â
Harry looked at her again, his green eyes studying her for a moment. âThanks,â he said quietly. âIt means a lot, coming from you.â
She tilted her head, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. âWhy me?â
He shrugged slightly, his gaze flicking back to the painting. âBecause you actually look at the art. Most people just see it, but youâre trying to understand it.â
Her cheeks warmed at the unexpected compliment, and she turned back to the painting to hide her flustered expression. âWell, you make it hard not to appreciate it. The way you talk about it⊠itâs obvious how much you care.â
He didnât respond right away, and the silence between them felt comfortable, almost intimate. Finally, he leaned in just slightly, his voice softer now.
âIâm glad you came,â he said.
Y/N turned to look at him again, her heart skipping a beat at the closeness between them. âMe too,â she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, the bustling crowd around them faded into the background, leaving just the two of them standing there, the art surrounding them as if it were part of their story.
Harry slipped his hand into Y/Nâs, his fingers warm and steady as he gently tugged her through the gallery. She followed without question, her curiosity mounting as they weaved between groups of people. He didnât say a word, just led her down a quieter section of the space where fewer people were lingering.
When they stopped, Y/N noticed the piece in front of them was a paintingâbold yet delicate, with strokes that somehow conveyed both strength and softness. She tilted her head, studying it, drawn to the way the light and shadows played across the figure in the painting. There was something familiar about it, something that tugged at her memory.
She took a step closer, her heart beating faster as the realization slowly dawned on her. The painting wasnât just beautifulâit was her.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she turned to Harry, her eyes wide. âIs thisâŠ?â
He nodded, his gaze steady but unreadable. âItâs you.â
Y/N stared at the painting again, her mind racing. The details were unmistakableâthe way her hair fell, the soft curve of her face, the hint of a thoughtful expression sheâd never realized she wore. But it wasnât just her likeness; it was the way the he had captured something deeper, something vulnerable and raw.
âHow?â she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harryâs lips curved into the faintest smile. âI started it a few weeks after I moved in. I didnât even know your name then. I just⊠saw you.â
Her chest tightened as she turned to him again. âYou saw me?â
He nodded, his green eyes softer now. âIn the mailroom. In the hallway. On your balcony once, drinking coffee. I didnât know why, but there was something about you that I couldnât get out of my head. So, I painted.â
Y/N felt her cheeks warm, a mix of emotions swirling inside herâflattery, disbelief, and something she couldnât quite name. âHarry, this is⊠incredible. I donât even know what to say.â
âYou donât have to say anything,â he said, his voice low but steady. âI just thought you should see it. This is the first time Iâve shown it to anyone.â
Her heart thudded in her chest, and she took a step closer to him, her voice soft. âWhy me?â
Harryâs gaze locked on hers, his expression open and sincere. âBecause itâs you, Y/N. I couldnât have painted this if it wasnât.â
The noise of the gallery faded around them as she stood there, her hand still in his, staring up at the painting of herself. For the first time, she saw herself through someone elseâs eyesânot as the loud, chaotic neighbor, but as something worthy of being captured in art.
And Harry, the grumpy, mysterious neighbor, was the one who had done it.
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NOTE: Britney and the Backstreet Boys are in this poll as a duo because they managed to achieve a perfect tie in round 3! Consider a vote for either of those videos to be a vote towards their joint entry. If they win this poll, they will have to compete in a post-finals tiebreak!
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"The Scooby Doo style framing device? Everyone's opulent monster costumes? Kevin and Nick both being stuck in different BDSM dungeons? Iconic."
"The classic Hollywood monsters made the mv iconic."
"why is it halloween? what's going on with the choreography? why are they in flowy pirate garb in the dance sections? why is this music video so great? AM i sexual???"
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NOWHERE TO RUN

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description: if the landline rings, remember to answer the questions đ«đąđ đĄđ. you donât want to be locked in a house with a masked killer. a tbz au based on & inspired by (scream 1996).
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NEWS ANCHOR: âThe murder of two high school students in the small town of Saltclover has led to the closure of their local high school due to an outbreak of pranks. Students wearing a costume sold as the grim reaper or as their calling it âghost faceâ have been heartlessly terrorizing this suburban school after the incident. This is Madeline Fox, Channel One News.â
â« PSYCHO KILLER - TALKING HEADS plays faintly in the distance. â«
đȘ 10PM IN SALTCLOVER, 30th October 1996
âAGHHH!â A group of kids scream as a man adorning a ghostface mask whips his around from the corner of a tree. Then they scream again as they see another one behind them.
âGot âem.â Juyeon rips the mask of his face, high fiving Changmin as they both chuckle with enlightenment.
âGuys itâs not funny to be wearing those, nevermind scaring the little ones.â You sigh, stood on the front porch with a bowl of candy tucked between your elbow.
âTheyâre literally middle schoolers, too old to be trick or treating anyway. Besides what? You scared?â Changmin laughed, rubbing the mask in your face before walking inside, Juyeon chuckling shortly behind him.
The crackling of the log fire in the living room created a warm ambience, lighting up the room in an orange light. Duvets and pillows all messily lined across the floor as halloween played on the television on the opposite side of the room.
âAnd then she screams, the ghost is right behind her. She runs away he catches her and guts her like a fish. It was all a dream though.â Changmin burst into maniacal laughter before tucking himself into the sheets beneath him.
âWhat if, he caught her, bit off her fingers and became known as the finger ghost.â Juyeon adds with spooky jazz hands, crouched in front us, the both of them kept chuckling and watching your reactions, but nothing.
âYou guys, two people we know literally died can you not take this a little bit more seriously?â You asked cocking an eyebrow towards the two boys who stared back blankly.
âThe more fear you feel, the more you manifest the danger y/n.â Changmin sighed, grabbing the television remote began flicking the channels for another movie.
Eventually all the horror films that youâd all seen around 3 times over sent all 3 of you to sleep. As you slept soundly with locked doors, closed blinds, a black cat perched upon your windowsill looking out into the moon.
đȘ7PM SALTCLOVER, 31st October 1996
â« BACKSTREET BOYS - EVERYBODY, playing through the stereo system. â«
Halloween was usually a time of harmless fun, where most normally functioning teenagers dressed in silly costumes and pretended they were in a movie as they trashed somebody elseâs shitty house party. Unfortunately with a serial murderer running around it was hard for most of society to have fun, knowing someone in a grim reaper mask could show up any second and take your life from your hands. The boys didnât seem to let such nuisance bother them as they all showed up to your home, wearing costumes from the classics to movie characters to musicians.
âGuys letâs play ring of fire!â Kevin suggested, suitably clothed in a ruby red leather outfit that resembled Michael Jacksonâs from the iconic Thriller music video - seemingly heâd put a lot of effort into crafting the costume, that was much like Kevin. The boys each sprant to the kitchen to table, placing a huge cup in the middle of a circle of cards before each looking at Sangyeon hopefully, who wore a blue jumpsuit, in hand a Michael Myers Mask from the famous horror movie âHalloweenâ
âOldest first.â Sunwoo, the green power ranger pointed towards the cards waiting for him to pick, a silly smirk painted on his face. âYoungest last.â
âThatâs unfair but whatever.â Sangyeon grabbed a card picking up the 9 of hearts and flashing it to the table. âNine is rhyme, so death.â
âBreath.â Haknyeon, wearing all black with a batman mask, quickly added as they began to go around the table reciting words that rhymed.
âWhyâd you pick that? Because youâre breath stinks?â Hyunjae laughed pulling a silly face to the boy who hid behind a chuckle at the remark.
âI was actually thinking about yours.â Haknyeon replied cleverly, sticking his tongue out like a child and then looking at Sunwoo expectantly.
âMeth.â Sunwoo added bluntly.
âWhat Iâll be doing when I leave this place.â Chanhee, rolled his eyes taking a polite chug of his drink since he couldnât think of a word that rhymed. He wore all red with glitter on his eyes, his skin glowed off the colour and his neatly arranged side part brought everything together.
The sound of the landline ringing and rattling on the kitchen wall interrupted the circle, Sangyeon sighed and got up as the rest of the boys chatted and carried on with the game.
âHello Sangyeon. You know âŠâA mysterious low voice taunted him on the other end of the line, you could almost here the cheshire cat grin across the long eerie pause he left. âI think thereâs a snake in the room, I see youâre wearing Michaelâs costume quite appropriate for someone who is willing to stab their friends in the back.â
âWhoâs this?â Sangyeon furrowed his brows and adjusted his posture as he awaited a reply from the caller.
âAnswer the question right to survive, who said this âChangmin is so insufferable, I have no idea why we are still friends with himâ? Little cut throat to say about a friend right?â
âOh shutup, prank call another house.â Sangyeon almost let out a cackle at how pathetic the call was in his head, probably just one of their high school friends trying to scare him.
âIf you hang up you die. I can see you smiling, how about I cut one into that face of yours smart ass.â The mysterious caller grew angry, spitting down the wire hating the ridicule and how unserious Sangyeon thought he was.
âOkay, listen I said it and what?â Sangyeon smiled, since he knew the answer even if this guy was going to kill him, he was going to be correct anyways.
âIncorrect.â The caller replied with a dubious snicker, the sound of him licking his lips grotesquely sounded crystal clear through the speaker.
âWhat?â Sangyeon laughed in disbelief, he definitely had said that to a few people before so there was no way on earth it wasnât him - at least in his mind.
âSunwoo said it, you agreed remember? Donât you?â Suddenly, Sangyeonâs memory jogged, despite having repeated Sunwooâs words he wasnât the first person to say such a thing.
âWho are you?â Sangyeon demanded to know the callerâs identity, his anger made evident as he gritted his teeth and gripped the halloween mask between his fist damp with fear.
âYou didnât even get to the next round. It was horror movie trivia! Snakes donât survive in this world and as they always say oldest first!â The caller laughed before the phone was slammed into the receiver by Sangyeon, who then stormed up to the bathroom to cool off.
âWhatâs wrong with him?â Sunwoo asked, as he looked around at the silence on the table, the boys each staring blankly at each other as if there was something heâd missed whilst heâd went to retrieve a beer.
âWell, I walked past and whoever was on the phone said heâd been talking about Changmin behind his back with Sunwoo.â Jacob replied talking a sip of his drink obliviously, wearing a red polo and green apron with a shitty cardboard prop that read âPIZZA DELIVERYâ in his own hand writing.
âListen Changmin, we didnât mean it like that-.â Sunwoo tried to excuse himself before Changmin who had dressed as Chucky slammed his palms on the table and walked out, tears in his eyes, into the garden for some air, Hyunjae following closely behind him in his Boy George costume.
âGuys we shouldnât figh-â Younghoon tried to mediate but ultimately failed, the white garments and halo clearly not doing him any favors in trying to play peacemaker in this little argument.
âLetâs not try solve this right now, quite frankly I canât be bothered.â Juyeon slammed his beer down on the table next to you, picking up the lasso for his Indiana Jones get up and also walking out on to the patio to observe the night.
âRoger that.â Eric further got up, his blonde hair slicked back and an orange scarf tied around his neck. He made probably the most accurate âFredâ from scooby doo youâd ever seen.
đȘ HEY Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?

đȘ.
It made you happy to see everyone dressed up and get together at times like this, however you couldnât bare to see everyone argue over such childish stuff like he said this? he that? bullshit.
Still the party is lively nethertheless, Juyeon appears from the patio seemingly having brought more beers from the garage in his hands.
Before he even began to speak a bloodcurdling scream bellows through the hallways, the sound of footsteps dashing downstairs and muffled tears getting closer to the kitchen.
âItâs Sangyeon, heâs dead! The front door is wide open, someone came in and killed him.â Chanhee screams, the palms of his hands covered in blood, trembling in fear with tears falling down his face. Juyeon gets up and dashes up the stairs followed by Sunwoo and soon Hyunjae as he hears the commotion.
Kevin calls the police, on the kitchen landline and you run to hug Chanhee and sit up down on one of the chairs as you shush and cradle him.
Soon sirens were arriving and red and blue lights flashed through the windows, who could of done this? It canât be one of us? Surely.
đȘ. 2.AM IN SALTCLOVER, 1st November 1996
News Anchor: âA killer is indeed on the loose, at a local house party where locals teens were celebrating the halloween season, they found their friend in the bathroom murdered. The police have advised no one to leave their homes until further notice.â
â« SOMEBODYS WATCHING ME - ROCKWELL â« playing over the following scene.
âI mean how did he even get into my house? You donât understand Iâm terrified!â You fiddle with the wire of the telephone as the police search through your home. Eric on the other end of the line agrees, tries to calm you down a little bit, but at the same time heâs seemingly also chill about the situation.
Youâd all been questioned on the scene, and whilst they tried to catch the killer who could be nearby, any extra evidence collection was postponed until further notice.
âWeâre all done here.â A police officer pops his head through the crack of your door, you quickly ended the call, briefly saying bye to Eric. âAre you sure youâll be okay tonight?â He further asked taking off his hat and giving you a comforting smile.
âYeah Iâll manage.â You reply with a nod, knowing you were smart enough to keep everything under control on your own.
As the officer and forensic clean up team left, you closed your bedroom door feeling to ill to use the upstairs bathroom with the events of tonight. Before the landline began to rattle and ring on your bedside table again.
âWhat Eric?â You laugh picking up the phone expecting him to be there on the other end of the line again like he always was, yapping for hours and unable to control his talkative tendencies.
âHi y/n.. howâs your evening.â A low unrecognizable male voice speaks through the line, you tangle your fingers in the wire and stand to look out of your bedroom window.
âWhoâs this?â You ask with an eyebrow raised, a shiver tickling your spine at the sheer depth of his voice.
âHow about I get to know you first, whatâs your favorite horror movie?â He asked tauntingly, his breath heavy and menacing.
âHmm.. Probably Friday the 13th why?â You answered the question before rolling your eyes, thinking a man had probably been looking for people to prank call in yellow pages and stumbled across you.
âWell answer me this question, I can see you looking outside but no one is there honey.â He spoke with a sly chuckle after pretty much every word he said and thatâs when slight fear started to cross your mind.
âExactly no oneâs there, youâre just trying to scare me liar.â You laugh at him trying to scare you, after all thereâs plenty of creeps out there and so many ghostface wannabes. He couldnât possibly strike twice in one night.
âOh but donât you see I am.â With that a firework was set off on your front porch causing your breath to fall short, watching the red lights hit your window causing you to fall back on to your bed clumsily.
âWhat do you want from me?â You tremble slightly but assert confidence in your voice as he tries to taunt you from the outside.
âOh I just want you to answer my questions.â You could hear the nature from outside, the trees rustling behind him as he spoke.
âWhat if I just hang up?â You asked before you heard him begin shouting down the line in a vicious tone about how idiotic you were being.
âThen Iâll gut you like a fish you clever bitch.â He spat clearly violently annoyed you were not taking him seriously, which irked him to the core. Covering your mouth, you realized he was being serious, this is what happened to Sangyeon on the phone? tears beginning to well as he begins to ask his question.
âIn the movie Friday the 13th, what happened to the camp in 1958 that made it close?â He asked you a question about the movie youâd seen so many times, you canât possibly get it wrong.
âOh,I know this! Jason drowned and everyone thought he was dead..â You bit your lip anxiously, hand shaking, but you knew it ! Thatâs how Jason got away with it, they all thought he was dead!
âIncorrect. That was in 1957, there was a serial murder at the camp in 1958-â After he spoke those words you slammed the phone down, you should have thought more about your answer but you couldnât help but think he would have killed you if youâd gotten it right anyway.
You almost wanted to crawl into a hole as the phone line ended, before you heard an immense crash echoing through halls and coming the front door. Footsteps creaking on the staircase, the end was near as the black fabric of his suit trailed the wooden floors.
You grabbed your star light, the metal cage that housed a bulb was the sharpest object in the room before creeping towards your bedroom door, locking it, ready to strike. You werenât the dumb character in their horror movie, you were the smart one who put up a fight, you will be the one that escapes.
A knock at your door made your heart beat faster before a series of banging, splitting the wood of the door as the killer burst through in the grim reaper mask, gripping a sharp silver dagger.
You threw the lamp with every bit of strength and the killer fell to the ground with the metal wires of the light lodged in his stomach. You ran past him before he got up and chased you down the staircase, grabbing anything on your way and throwing it right at him. You tried to get out the front door but it was bolted shut and ghostface mask grabbed the back of your shirt holding you against him with the knife to your neck. Complying with him by putting your hands up before suddenly breaking free of his grip and pushing his hand away, it was clear he wanted to hear you scream and at least hear you suffer before being able to kill you.
After managing to escape you dash into the kitchen, throwing a chair to break the patio doors which were likely also locked and ran around towards the back gate, also bolted shut and nowhere near budging.
The killer stood at the end of the alleyway next to your house, slowly stepping closer as your back pressed against the back gate. Next to your foot there was a brick that prevented the gate from swinging open in the night, grabbing it you lobbed it straight towards the killer, hitting him square where he was already injured.
âHow dare you kill my friends asshole.â You yelled at the top of your lungs before placing both feet on the metal bars of the fence and jumping over with a struggle, barely landing on your feet. You ran onto the street in front of your house and yelled for help, before you saw headlights driving towards you.
The worn down brick red car only belonged to one person you knew, Juyeon who stuck his head out of the window and called your name as you looked at him with fear in your eyes. Panicked with no other option, you ran towards the passenger door swung it open with the last of your strength and got in.
âDarling what happened?â Juyeon looked at you with concern, his eyes then scanning the wind mirrors and rear view as you told him to drive over and over again in pure terror that you wouldnât make it out in time.
âHe got in again, he was asking me about all these horror movies and tried to kill me-â You rambled on out of breath, your body covered in tiny cuts and bruises from all the falling and colliding with things.
âWell you escaped, thatâs the main thing.â The only words Juyeon could find were those, as he exhaled his smoke with the burning cigarette he held outside the car window.
âI guess so, why are you driving up here anyway?â You manage to gather your thoughts and slightly move away from the original problem at hand, since if you thought about it anymore you would force yourself into a heart attack.
âI was actually coming to check on you, I mean your parents being away is not exactly ideal in the current climate. Your phone line has been engaged for the past hour.â Despite this being a believable statement, you still couldnât understand his suspiciously peaceful composure.
You looked at him observing his tranquil features as he looked back you with a pair of innocent doe eyes, almost a face you believed read âhow could little olâ me do anything wrong?â Perhaps you were overthinking everything.
âWhat?â He looked at you confused, making sure to do a double take at the face you were pulling. âYou donât think Iâm the killer do you?â He added a slight chuckle of disbelief before pointing to himself with his other hand on the wheel.
âNo. Obviously not. He was in the house, youâre here.â You shake away your thoughts and turn your attention to the view from out the window, the houses, the cars and anything else you could analyze but him.
âI think youâre suspicious, I canât lie.â He took another puff of the cigarette and shook his head, the black streak of hair he kept gelled moving towards one side.
âIâm not! The more you say I am the more Iâm going to assume.â You started to get a bit frustrated with his assuming accusations and and waved your hands to confirm your point just to end his train of words.
âYeah well you know I wouldnât to do that to you.â He sighed, flicking the but out of the window and returning both hands to the wheel with a sad face.
đȘ5AM SALTCLOVER, 1st November 1996
đ COUNTY SHERRIFâS POLICE DEPARTMENT
âDeputy Lee I swear Iâm telling the truth. He was there the phone rang, my patio door is smashed through because I was trying to escape.â You try to plea with the officer questioning you, seemingly not believing your story since the door had been smashed through the wrong way at the back.
âI mean look at her sheâs all cut up, I donât understand why you canât believe her. It will be her next if you donât do anything, just record it for your brothers sakeâ Juyeon chimed in, being a witness and also arriving just in time to save you from the mess.
âLook Iâll record it y/n, because itâs you and I know you wouldnât do that to me. But if you are lying to me and giving false leads youâll hear about it. Donât bring my brother into this again.â Deputy Lee was unfortunately Sangyeonâs brother and having to work on a case that involved the murder of his little brother was clearly taking a toll on him, like the rest of us he looked like he hadnât slept in weeks.
đȘ LEE JUYEONâS HOUSE, FARMLAND OUTSKIRTS OF SALTCLOVER
âDid he wear the costume?â Hyunjae burst in with the rest of the boys, his first question being rather on brand for his lack of care about the situation since all he knew about murder was the movies. Maybe that was his coping mechanism.
âDid he threaten to slice your guts?â Changmin further asked in the parade of questions, not asking if you were okay first because in his eyes, âoh well you look fine.â
âAre you okay?â Younghoon asked, Kevin and Chanhee crouching beside the bed you were sat on and making an effort to hold your hand and smile at you bitter sweetly.
âSheâs staying here whilst her house is investigated top to bottom for trace of the killer, plus sheâs much safer here.â Juyeon stood beside you, his arms folded across the clean white tank top he was wearing.
Interrupting the chaos of the entourage that had come to visit you, the landline began to call again faintly heard from the down the stairs.
ây/n itâs for you sweetie.â Juyeonâs Mom stepped through the door with a smile, letting you know she was going out for the night with Juyeonâs stepfather to a salsa party.
âHi sweetheart, itâs not over yet. Which door am I at? Guess right.â The same mysterious voice almost whispered down the line as your hands begin to tremble.
âNo⊠No.. Stop doing this and leave my friends alone.â You yell as the boys watch you from across the corridor, shaking in fear of their own.
âWhich door? you stupid bitch.â The killer on the line grows angry, he could be at any door at any time who knows? You had to get this right, you canât lose anymore friends.
âThe patio.â You blurted out thinking of the patterns in horror movies and how he would usually break in the past few weeks.
âIncorrect.â He laughed at your petrified screaming, making a fake buzzer noise across the line to taunt you. With that the bathroom swung open revealing ghostface, you began running into the bedroom and locking the door. Juyeon grabs a pistol from beneath his bed and aims at the door that was thrashing. Hyunjae grabs a chair whilst the others hide behind the bed.
The killer wearing the costume store ghostface bursts in, snatches the chair from Hyunjae and battles with him, eventually crushing him beneath the chair as the others scream. Juyeon guides you out of the room behind him and hides you in the closest closet whilst he stands outside telling the others where to hide.
You could hear Sunwoo above all the screaming seemingly battling with Juyeon to get him to move to his own hiding spot, whereas Juyeon insisted he had the weapon he had to be the one to get rid of the killer.
âDonât kill me. Please this isnât a god damn movie and I want to be in the sequel.â You heard a shrill voice from outside the closet, muffling your whimpers you clamp your hand over your mouth, until all falls silent on the upper floor and chaos sounds out downstairs. You burst out of the wardrobe to see that Juyeon is gone and on the floor lies Chanhee still breathing but barely, stab wounds oozing with blood across his body.
âChanhee get in the wardrobe Iâll be back, Iâm so sorry.â Tears of fear falling from your eyes like mini waterfalls, as you helped him into the safe place and closed it gently to not alert anyone of his whereabouts, he can survive this, you just have to be quick.
You ran into the kitchen where you saw Eric, knife in hand trying to fend of the murderer but clearly to scared to even use the weapon, you grabbed one of the tall breakfast bar stools and pinned the killer to the counter with its legs with all the adrenaline you had you were able to move quick enough.
âWHO ARE YOU?! TAKE THE MASK OFF.â You screamed at him as he was stuck, he surrendered and brought his hand to his head, gently tugging off the mask.
There stood Changmin drenched in red smudges of blood, smiling like a maniac and laughing at the scene as if you were nothing to him. These years of friendship were nothing to him, what happened? Why? Too many thoughts crossed your mind upon seeing him of all people behind the mask that you almost dropped the strength of the chair you were holding.
âWhat happened to you? Have you become a psycho, youâve watched too many damn movies.â You spat with unreal fits of rage at how a friend couldâve done this to all of you, how could he kill his lifelong best friends? After just a few horror moviesâŠ
âPsychos are psychos y/n donât you dare blame it on the movies.â He used the phone voice changer to taunt you. before pushing the chair and you to the ground and grabbing your arm twisting it behind your back and holding a black handheld gun to your head.
âWhereâs Juyeon? Whereâd you get that gun?â You panicked as you saw the item in his hand, struggling to release yourself from his grip as Eric stayed cornered in the kitchen not knowing whether to strike or not.
âItâs all part of the game y/n, you should have answered the questions right.â Changmin laughed cackling at how pathetic your fear had become to him, that sweet boy you knew years ago had lost himself to a few movies.
âDonât touch her.â Another ghostface mask appears, there canât be two, all along there was two? Who else would have done this to you? The mask is pulled off revealing Hyunjae?⊠âThe deal was you wouldnât touch her.â
âAnd the deal is off.â Changmin smiled with a cheerful voice, clearly being the mastermind of the situation between the two of them. Shock overtook your fear and you broke out of Changminâs grip with a sharp snap.
They began to argue like children before Hyunjae snatched the gun out of Changminâs grip with a struggle, shooting him to the ground.
âPrincess donât be angry. He made me do it, he told me we would be together and we could be happy just us two.â Hyunjae stepped closer to you wielding the gun in his hands, pointing it closer towards you without a finger on the trigger.
âNo Hyunjae, youâre a fucking psychopath. You were apart of this all along.â You couldnât hold back the tears of betrayal that fell from your eyes, as he took the gun and traced it down your jawline looking at you with bright proud eyes.
In the corner of your eyes, you saw Juyeon quietly sneaking into the room, his torso littered with stab wounds blood seeping through his white tank top, visibly and seriously injured. However in his hand, he held the dagger of the original killer, you stayed quiet, not looking at him and stalling Hyunjae who had you pinned against the counter.
âItâs almost over now darling, just Eric left! be my prize! Just me and you, everyone else is gone! Theyâre dead! Although you would look gorgeous with your guts loose too.â He looked at you with the same bright eyes he always did, as if nothing he was doing was wrong he was about to turn to kill Eric, however, thatâs when he screamed.
Juyeon pushed him to the ground, the dagger slicing straight through his chest, blood seeping through the costume as Hyunjae groaned in the pain heâd been able to deal but not tolerate.
âItâs over for you, asshole. Whoâs scary movie is it now?â Juyeon laughed before wincing, the hole in his own stomach bleeding profusely.
âJuyeon lie down.â You grabbed the back of his head as he began to fall to the ground, you had no tears left to cry and now you had to be the strong one. You lied him down and began putting pressure on his wound.
âPOLICE!â Deputy Lee walks into to the kitchen, mortified at the scenes of the house, it was over, it was all over. The surviving boys were rushed into hospital to recover, for you and Eric it was time to heal emotionally together, because it was all you had.
đȘ6AM SALTCLOVER, 5TH NOVEMBER 1996
And in the end, it was most of the boys that survived their injuries, having lost most of your childhood friends it was rough but after living a life of loss, you had to deal with what you had.
Haknyeon wasnât doing well, heâd managed to escape the house that night but entered intensive therapy and youâd visit him sometimes but he didnât seem to trust you guys since the entire thing. Fair enough.
On the bench seated outside the hospital, you held 4 bouquets of flowers, one for Juyeon who saved you that night, One for Sunwoo for being so brave and trying to save his friend, one for Chanhee who needed them more than anyone right now even if he wasnât awake.
âEric?â You asked kicking your legs waiting for the visiting hours to open on the hospital ward they were situated.
âHm?â He hummed, listening to music through his walkman and looking up at you thoughtfully.
âDo you think we could have changed things?â You asked with a sigh, the question that had plagued your mind for weeks.
âProbably. But itâs over now, weâre safe.â He replied and brought you into his touch to pat your head comfortingly as the birds sang melodies of the early morning around you.
It was all over, but unfortunately youâd lost too much.
âI just canât believe theyâre gone.â You burst into tears as Eric brought you in for a hug immediately, trying to hush you back into composure.
Thatâs if you believe theyâre dead, or is it all just a game.
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a/n: so guys ! happy late spooky season đ here at cloverdaisies! this has been in the works for a while and i would love to thank @winterchimez for proofreading my plot and @kimsohn encouraging me to finish it ! đ€ if youâre reading this remember to go support deoboyznet!! youâll find plenty other fics and writers there if you donât know about it already :) ! this fic may not be everyoneâs cup of tea but it certainly is mine ! this is massive dedication to original scream franchise, one of my biggest interests outside of kpop⊠itâs a bit longer than usual for me as well but yk <3
#tbz#the boyz#the boyz x reader#the boyz fanfic#kpop imagines#the boyz imagines#the boyz x you#the boyz au#the boyz angst#deoboyznet#tbz au#tbz angst#tbz fic#kpop x reader#kpop au#kpop fanfics#tbz x reader#tbz imagines#tbz oneshot#juyeon x you#hyunjae x you#changmin x you#sunwoo x you#younghoon x you#jacob x you#kevin x you#sangyeon x you#haknyeon x you#eric x you#the boyz scenarios
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As I'm sure were all aware that Liam Payne from popular boy band One Direction has recently passed.
Obviously this was instant news and the praise and tribute posts stated to flood all over the internet including from his own bandmates Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Harry Styles as to be expected.
But other tribute posts from 'rival' bands such as Big Time Rush, 5 Seconds Of Summer, Nsync, Backstreet Boys, and even The Wanted (well Tom Parkers widow), which was One Directions main rival back in the day; their BSB to their Nsync if you will were posted as well.
I would like to point how much of a big deal this is. All these bands have been compared to each other at one point or another no matter what generation there from and fans have even started wars over which boy band was better or more iconic and what not. Yet they're all showing their love for Liam and their support for the other members.
I think we should take this as a sign not to take being a fan so seriously. I enjoy all the bands I mentioned above yet I obviously have my favorites, its okay to have your favorites too but there's no need for all the twitter fights, and hate posting.
Rest In Peace Liam đđïž you will ALWAYS be an important part of our childhoods you are dearly missed đ
(fyi the wanted gif isn't mine).
#Just my opinion#I love seeing all the other boy bands support each other especially in times like these#Rest In Peace Liam#Liam Payne#Harry Styles#Louis Tomlinson#Zayn Malik#Niall Horan#Logan Henderson#James Maslow#Carlos Penavega#Kendall Schmidt#Justin Timberlake#JC Chasez#Lance Bass#Chris Kirkpatrick#Joey Fatone#Nick Carter#AJ Mclean#Brian Littrell#Howie Dorough#Kevin Richardson#Luke Hemmings#Calum Hood#Ashton Irwin#Michael Clifford#Tom Parker#Max George#Siva Kaneswaran#Nathan Sykes
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Trolls 4: Battle of The Boy Bands
Here me out. My sister had a brilliant idea
SO one of the reasons why John Dory was so hell bent about singing the perfect family harmony was not just for the tour but for the âBATTLE OF THE BOY BANDS âąâ a boy band singing competition!
So when they got back together John Dory tried to convince them to go do the BATTLE OF THE BOY BANDS âą
Get this
The competition of full of iconic boy bands 1D, Backstreet Boys ect. BUT the main rival is NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK
(Yes, me and my sister are making nkotb trollsonas for them. Fight me)
For a twist in the end Brozone looses! But like they had fun and grew as people and as brothers or whatever, THE POINT IS NKOTB WINS AND THEY ARE IN TROLLS
Brozone and NKOTB become allies for the next movie and they have like a song together
I will expand on this genius idea later
Thank you.
(If you use Trolls 4: BATTLE OF THE BOY BANDS âą without my sisters or my permission I will find you/nj)
(itâs mostly my sisters but she doesnât post, I just wrote it out and added tidbits)
#excuse my grammar#trolls#trolls 3 âtrolls band together#trolls band together#trolls 3#new kids on the block#trolls au#trolls hc#trolls headcanons#brozone hc#trolls brozone#brozone#trolls fandom#brozone fanfic#brozone oc#brozone au#trolls oc#trolls fanfic#trolls movie#poppy trolls#branch trolls#trolls john dory#bruce trolls#clay trolls#floyd trolls#trolls viva#brozone headcanons#trolls 3 band together#broppy#baby branch
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Why are boybands always big hits?
Boybands have been a thing for decades now, even if itâs been slowly declining over the years. Going from The Beatles to the Backstreet Boys to One Direction and more recently BTS, boybands have always resulted in massive success, but why is that?
First of all, what is a boyband? It is a group of young boys, from late teenage years to early 20s, who sing songs written for them and who, most of the time, donât play instruments.
I think The Beatles were a starting point in the history of boybands. They gained popularity in the 1960s and even if, by definition, they donât really fit in this category, they really shaped the way boybands are marketed nowadays. With an enormous, mostly female-based fanbase coming from all over the world, The Beatles revolutionized the way fans interact with pop singers and especially boybands.
The 90s were the years of boybands, with iconic groups such as the Backstreet Boys and NSYNC who also amassed immense success and very large fanbases. After them came One Direction in the 2010s who really were in the right place at the right time with the rise of social media, making it the perfect period to create a band that could interact closely with their fans and be relatable. In the late 2010s came the korean band BTS who also blew up.
The key to their success comes down to one thing: their audiences. Being mostly marketed at teenage girls, with their catchy songs and handsome group members, we understand why theyâre always so successful. Most of the time, the band members are characterized into âarchetypesâ, with all different personalities so that every fan can pick a favorite. Boybands member are also often marketed as the âperfect boyfriendsâ which is very appealing for teenage girls, but it also results in parasocial relationships between the fans and artists, which is something their record label profit from. Boybands interact a lot with their fanbase, with concerts, meet-and-greets etc⊠creating this kind of relationship, as if the fans know them and are close to them, something that is, again, very financially profitable.
Also, most of the time, boybands members are overworked and exploited by their companies. For example, Lou Pearlman, the manager of both the Backstreet Boys and NSYNC, stole roughly 500 million dollars from them over their career while some of the group members could barely afford rent. Some of the members of One direction also stated that they were overworked during tours and talked about eating disorders and problems of anxiety related to the impossible standards they had to meet for their record labels but also for the fans.
In conclusion, I think boybands are really fun to get into from the point of view of a young fan, but seeing it in its entirety, you realize they really just are industry plants created by the industry to make the most money possible by taking advantage of both young artists and a young and easily influenced fanbase.
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Hello!!! Could you make a Tom (Star vs) platonic selfship playlist? @lficanthaveloveiwantpower
I Want it That Way - Backstreet Boys
Bye Bye Bye - *NSYNC
Itâs Gonna Be Me - *NSYNC
Take on me - a-ha
Uptown Funk - Bruno Mars
Letâs Get it Started - Black Eyed Peas
Nexus (Is it Over) - Austin and the Powers
Iâm not okay (I promise) - My Chemical Romance
Sheâs kinda hot - 5 Seconds of Summer
Young and a Menace - Fall Out Boy
Here you go! You guys can vibe to the iconic boy band songs to the more modern pop songs (even threw in some punk goodies for some extra spice for a spicy boi)
Thanks for dialing in đ€
#star versus the forces of evil#tom#boy bands#pop music#pop punk#punk rock#tom is just a vibe with a unique music profile#but he definitely listens to mcr#Iâd be willing to die on that hill
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hi!! I love your room - can you tell me what's the story of it? did it take a long time to put together or is it actually from childhood? ty!
Hi! Thank you very much! Glad u like it. Great questions actually. Well Iâve been a collector basically since I was a kid cause I kept a lot of childhood favorites throughout the years but started thrift in 2009 my freshman year in high school. So at first me and my sister shared that green room when we were super little (it was baby pink at the time) then when we got a little older, my parents gave me this smaller room, and my sister got our old jointed room.
Iâve always been an angst music girl and kept my toys and collection around random places or packed away. Well when my sister moved out of my parents. I got her old room, that iconic room you all have seen. As I always loved my toys and childhood and yeah, I love Metallica and I love the Backstreet Boys too! I just was always super self conscious about it. Finally one day, I just said fuck it! I like whatever I like and I donât care. I packed all my band merch away and decided to do what I wanted to do is when I did a whole redecoration of both rooms. I did this in 2016. It was the height of my Tumblr famous 90s2000sgirl Blog. Before I deleted all my content everywhere and went on a short hiatus. Those photos Itâs definitely not from childhood though people get confused a lot and think it is.
The inspiration was not only just my childhood and collections but how I DREAMED of me and my sisters joint room back when we were small and shared this room together how we would have wanted it. Like how would these little girls wanted this room but thought it was impossible. lol so my parents made me keep the 2 beds and at first I was irritated but then I kinda used it to my advantage cause I had soo many cool Bedding stuffed animals and our old Canopy. Also my best friend use to stay the night all the time so really it ended up coming in handy anyways so thatâs why I had the 2 beds. I hated it at the time but they wanted them after I moved out. lol I use to get questions about it all the time but thatâs why.


I have a room tour on my youtube channel From that same time I did the redecorating. I use to get lots of questions about a room tour so I did a cheesy video on close ups telling where I got some of my stuff and how much I paid. Though I decorated in 2016, everything is from 90s-2000s. It took me quite a few hours to put everything up but I had it all up within one day but sometimes when Iâd look at the shelves, Iâd watch tv and move a few pieces around. Sometimes things look fine till ur really sitting there looking back and it looks goofy. lol another thing about my room, I had a lot more stuff too! Even posters Iâd swap toys and posters out all the time! My rooms were always changing. No one would hardly notice but I just have so much and not much space. Though I loved this room, I will admit itâs so nice to be in a full house now. I just donât share photos anymore.



Thanks so much for the ask! hope you have a beautiful day! đ©·đ
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The 90s MV Melee - Semifinals match 1
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NOTE: Britney and the Backstreet Boys are in this poll as a duo because they managed to achieve a perfect tie in round 3! Consider a vote for either of those videos to be a vote towards their joint entry.
Voter-submitted propaganda:
Virtual Insanity -
"DANCING WALKING REARRANGING FURNITURE BABS IS SHOPPING I LET THE BIRD OUT OF ITS CAGE"
"Simply one of the coolest videos of the 90s. The moving floor effect is just so iconic"
"directed by jonathan glazer who also made the mvs for karma police, street spirit, the universal, karmacoma etc!"
Baby One More Time -
"it's just iconic"
Everybody (Backstreet's Back) -
"Inspired by Michael Jacksonâs Thriller, what more do you need to know?! :)"
"The Scooby Doo style framing device? Everyone's opulent monster costumes? Kevin and Nick both being stuck in different BDSM dungeons? Iconic."
"The classic Hollywood monsters made the mv iconic."
"why is it halloween? what's going on with the choreography? why are they in flowy pirate garb in the dance sections? why is this music video so great? AM i sexual???"
#the 90s mv melee#round 6#semifinals#poll#polls#music poll#90s music#music video#90s#jamiroquai#acid jazz#jazz funk#britney spears#backstreet boys#dance pop#90s pop#Youtube
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does anyone remember that MCR Creepypasta that was made back in 2019 called "Eyeless Gerard: Curse of the Black Parade CD" where its icon basically looked like this
for a fresh recap and from what I remember: Narrator (N) gets a black parade CD from a friend of his whom he's lost contact so. N, loving MCR, is overly excited about this, so he ends up playing the CD at full volume in the middle of the night. However, the CD progressively gets worse in quality, before it ultimately becomes an endless screech that even unplugging the player couldn't stop. Then, a mimic of Gerard with black eyes comes out and tries to drag N to hell. Suddenly, the Backstreet Boys(???????) come down from heaven and send Mimic Gerard back to hell, without N this time.
and that's all I recall of the "Creepypasta" lmao
#edit made by yours truly because i couldnt find the og photo#or even the photo the thumbnail was an edit of#smh#mcr#my chemical romance#mcr fanfiction#eyeless gerard#decayed vocal chords !!
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Oooh! Congratulations!! đđ„łđ
This event is perfect for a thought that has been tumbling around in my head for a while. You know all those sappy love songs that our parents listened to? I feel like 98% of those are Jason coded.
Such as:
I Don't Want to Miss a Thing - Aerosmith
How do I Live - LeAnn Rimes
Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman? - Bryan Adams
Even Backstreet Boys' : I'll Never Break Your Heart
I know that there are more, but I can't think of more off the top of my head. You don't have to link each one to one of your amazing, wonderful, spectacular fics âš. Knowing that you took the time to read this is special enough!
Have a wonderful night! đ
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Thank you! đ And you are actually so right for this, nonnie!! Jason is ever the romantic, and if he crosses into sappy territory, well, that is not a crime, and he'll convince you into being sappy right along with him. Now, all of these are such classic songs and I had to think so hard about which ones to choose fr
I just had to do Aerosmith first, they have so many iconic songs! I Don't Want to Miss a Thing makes me think of Between Heartbeats. Now, I know that one is a little angsty here and there but,
when his vision is starting to go dark and he can't quite make out the voices coming through his helmet, he dreams of touching you one more time, telling you how much you mean to him. He can picture it so clearly, the brightness of your eyes, the feel of your skin against his, the smell of your scent in his nose.
is so that song!! He's just so crazily in love. His first thought in the morning and his last thought before he goes to sleep is always going to be of you
And, ofc, I can't ignore The Backstreet Boys. I'll Never Break Your Heart makes me think of Stick Around. The chorus honestly fits so well with Jason confessing his feelings. Just "I'll give you all of me Honey, that's no lie." No more explanation needed. (and now I'm picturing him singing the lyrics to you đ«Ł)
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