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ms-nesbit · 10 months

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Sweet home chicago (jason todd x afab!reader)

chapter one

Rating: 18+

Warnings: eventual smut, swearing, father figure dick grayson, skater tim drake, sad jason todd :(

Summary: dick and tim trick jason into taking a vacation in chicago. There, he meets someone he hopes to never forget.

Note: im sorry for dipping, yall. I really had some important things to take care of.

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Amber and rose peeked through the hedge between the array of buildings on Michigan Avenue. Jason blended himself with the sea of tourists and chic aristocrats. He didn’t necessarily stick out like a sore thumb, as there were a few Chicagoans dressed casually like him; even in the late-November evening, he sported his signature red hoodie and straight fit jeans, tattered and dirty near the hem. No matter what, he wanted to appear mildly stressed, only mildly, so as to not draw more attention to himself than his six-foot-four frame already did.

He wondered how he got here. Was it the phone call from Dick, or the two dozen from Tim? Could it have been neither, and he perhaps wanted to rush the plane during the busiest season, nudged in a lousy middle seat between an obnoxious preteen and a middle-aged woman watching poorly edited, extremist conservative media? To be fair, Jason treated himself to Portillo’s once he left the airport - a well-earned reward for not lashing out at the self-absorbed individuals beside him.

He stepped briskly, moving in sync with the less-anxious of the crowd toward the shopping district notoriously named Magnificent Mile. On his left ear, he heard the excitement in the tune of indistinguishable conversations and the season’s final water taxis boarding; in his right, a wireless earbud, softly playing his childhood favorite, Diana Ross and the Supremes.

Once he reached the other end of the bridge, he strolled to the sidewalk in front of Tribune Tower, pulling his phone out and indiscreetly sending a message of his coordinates to-

A call. “As much as I love the smell of fish, garbage, and the crooked CPD, why did you and Tim want me here?” Jason was more curious than upset, but he’d rather not disclose his true feelings to his brothers.

“C’mon, Jay, it’s the Windy City! You ever been to Chicago?” Dick asked. “Beautiful everything here. Tim’s at the Van store up the street, and I’m grabbing a slice of pizza across from ya. You wanna come over and get a slice, grumpy? You get a little hangry sometimes.”

Jason sighed, and his stomach grumbled in response to the offer. “Alright, but I’m not goin’ outside. I sat next to some wackjob on the flight who sounded like she needed to be in the looney bin, and I’m not lookin’ to make friends.” As he spoke, he quickly turned his head before dashing across the busy street, waving off a car blaring its horn at him. “What’do’ey have?”

“How about you see?” Dick approached Jason, smiling mischievously. Jason ended the call, moving his eyes to Dick’s hands behind his back. “Guess what I got?”

“Dick, I’m not in the mood for games-”

“Ta-da!” Dick shifted in his coat, revealing a white box with a drawn pizza and the name Lou Malnati’s on it. Jason pretended like his mouth didn’t water at the smell of grease and garlic. “I had ‘em make a classic cheese with those square slices. How about we sit down on the riverfront and talk?”

And talk. No matter the temptation, be it a buttery, gooey pizza right under Jason’s nose, he still believed it wasn’t worth the compromise of having to make more than small talk with others. “Listen, Dickie, as much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t think I’m ready to talk about-”

“Dude, this isn’t about Artemis, if that’s what you’re about to say.” Dick shrugged in his beige peacoat, a piece of his thick, navy, knitted cardigan spilling from his waist. “I just want to, y’know, see if you want to go to this thing tonight.”

Jason cocked a brow in his theatrical manner. “So you and Tim badgered me, had me fly all the way to goddamn Chicago, all to just talk over some overpriced pizza?” Around him, he felt the glare of customers, but he doubled down, giving them knowing looks. “I’ve been here. Want a real place? Go to the goddamn place off Clark and Dickens. You’ll thank me later.”

Dick rolled his eyes, already tired by Jason’s heels in the sand. “Always gotta be a drama queen. Just…come with me. I’ll explain once we’re out of earshot.” His voice was hushed, signaling Jason to follow suit. They walked together to the riverwalk, sitting on the cold high-risen edging. Dick delicately opened the lid of the box, revealing the savory American delicacy and motioning for Jason to take the first slice.

Once Jason reached for the slice, taking his first bite and stretching the rosemary-seasoned cheese from its bed atop the crust, Dick began. “Tim and I were thinking that the three of us could use a break.” Jason grumbled indistinctly into his pizza slice, swirling the string of cheese around his tongue in a tight noose. “Bruce has been a handful lately - I mean, he always is - and I think it would be a good lesson for him to finally be on his own instead of taking us for granted, y’know?”

Jason nodded, rearranging his food to one side of his mouth so he could speak with the other. “You do know that Bruce is probably better off without me, right? Since I-” he swallowed the food, kissing the excess sauce and garlic from his teeth, “leave a ‘pretty big mess’, as he says.”

“You also help. Gang-related crime decreased about 37 percent when Red Hood regularly patrolled, and the Gotham Gazette did a poll, based on before and after Red: thanks to Red Hood, 6 out of 10 female Gothamites feel safe walking home at night, compared to the 3 out of 10 prior to Red Hood’s introduction.”

The statistic surprised Jason. He was used to the smearing from Justice League’s best, so it was nice to hear a compliment for a change. “And Timmy’s on board with this?” He didn’t hesitate to take a second slice, while Dick left the pizza untouched.

“He was the one who coined it.” Dick looked out at the river, mildly put off by Jason’s shameless eating habits. “We were patrolling one night and he just said it out of the blue. I get it, though.” He pursed his lips, staring wistfully. “I couldn’t tell you before because then you wouldn’t agree to it.”

Dick was right: when he’d offer to take Jason in after they reconciled, Jason refused. Though not Bruce’s blood son, Jason was comparably stubborn, sometimes surpassing the Dark Knight. “And where are we gonna stay?”

“That’s the best part.” Dick finally reached for a slice, folding it in half and dipping a chunk into his mouth to cut from the slice. “Tim hacked into Bruce’s business travel account and used some of his points to book a stay at some fancy place called Waldalf…lemme check.” Dick reached into his peacoat pocket and pulled out his phone, checking the reservation. He continued to chew, as did Jason, and Dick leaned over to show Jason the reservation email. “Astoria. It’s a couple of blocks here, I think. Worst case, we can just use a taxi or Uber there or something.”

“I’m banned from using Uber.” Jason said nonchalantly, squinting at the details on Dick’s pristine phone screen before looking the name up for himself. “I can walk as long as I can have another slice.”

Dick blinked at Jason blankly before glancing at the remnants of the pizza. “Take the small one right there.�� Removing a wrinkled, discolored restaurant napkin from his back pocket, Jason snatched the slice with an asymmetrical, genuine smile, now holding a slice in each hand. Dick bit his tongue in his mouth to keep himself from laughing. If he hadn’t held a slice in his, he would have snapped a photo to send to the family group chat. “We’re already checked in, so just bring whatever luggage you have with you.”

Jason looked up from his slices like a deer in the headlights. “Sorry, I didn’t think to bring anything other than the usual.” With a slice, he vaguely gestured to his dirty clothes.

“I was…expecting that.” Dick chuckled lightly. “I brought you some clothes so you could go out and enjoy yourself for a change.” He spotted Jason’s eye roll. “You’re in your twenties, for crying out loud. Enjoy yourself! Make a friend. Would it kill you to just live?”

As Jason shook his head, a few strands of grey fell from his messily combed back hair and onto his forehead. “What, is coming back from the dead and seeking vengeance to blood-thirsty psychopaths not living?”

“No, it’s not.” a voice came from the other side of the riverwalk, by the bustling street: a lanky-built male, wearing a beige Santa Cruz sweatshirt and dark jeans, strolled on his skateboard toward the brothers. “And by the way, Jason, you look no different than the bourgeoisie skimming the racks at Urban Outfitters over there.” Jason’s frown dropped at Tim, already bugged by him. “Me and Dick were basically wanting you to, y’know, socialize like a normal human being. I know you’re an introvert, I get that, but you’ve gotta, y’know…converse.”

Jason stood from the platform, brushing the suggestion from his broad shoulders. “Jesus, and you wonder why I don’t want to hang out with you guys.” he made an excuse and walked back toward Michigan Ave, finishing his slices along the way.

“By the way, Dick.” Tim nudged Dick with his elbow, showing him a photo of zoomed-in Jason, a few minutes earlier, smiling goofily with his two slices of pizza pie.

Dick erupted into laughter, doubling over and nearly knocking over the box.

“You got the terrace suite?” Jason muttered in blustering shock. “Bruce is going to be so pissed.” His lips stretched into a wide smile.

He plopped onto the sleeper sofa, sprawling his limbs out to relax. Dick assigned Jason to the couch (“Finder’s keepers!”), while Dick and Tim each slept in their separate rooms. “We already received a warning about how you’re dressed, Jason, so if you could please promptly change into something more appropriate, I’m sure this stay would be more enjoyable for all of us.” Dick managed to remain calm while conveying, despite the fatherly-level of disappointment underneath his skin.

Heeding Dick’s advice, Jason made his way to Dick’s room, where he opened up the luggage Dick neatly packed for him: a pair of dress shoes, two pairs of socks and boxer briefs (all red, for continuity’s sake), along with a lightweight, tightly knitted sweater, t-shirt, long-sleeve undershirts, and two pairs of slacks (one beige, one black). Jason sighed halfheartedly, bummed by the array chosen for him. He knew, of course, it was his responsibility to select his own attire, but of course he’d forgotten it, lost in the chaos of his everyday life; Dick anticipated Jason’s reaction, and packed something nonetheless, and although grateful, Jason still hesitated to express it.

While Tim and Dick explored the depths of downtown, Jason immersed himself into the room, quietly exploring the channels that Astoria offered.

Knock, knock. “Housekeeping!”

Jason yelled back, “Come in.” while munching on a bag of corn chips on the couch, eyes lasered on the television screen.

The housekeeper, wearing a black and sky blue uniform, pushed his trolley in. “Are you enjoying your stay, Sir?”

Jason shrugged. “My ma was a housekeeper for a bit. Don’t worry about the ‘sir’ stuff, it’s all good.” The response was new to the employee, who stood for a moment before excusing himself to clean the bathroom and bedrooms.

“Sir,” the housekeeper returned, gripping the trolley behind him with a single hand. “Would you mind vacating the room while I clean, or should I return if you are…busy?”

Jason looked at the chip crumbs on his hoodie before looking back at the housekeeper. “I’ve no problem leaving. I’ve gotta change, so I’ll go the other room. Could you just lock the door when you leave?”

“Absolutely, Sir.” the housekeeper said before Jason shut the bathroom door, slacks and sweater in hand.

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Stepping out from the courtyard of the hotel premises, Jason wandered down the corner, unable to prevent himself from making grotesque faces at the high-end stores nearby. The breeze chilled the skin on his face to the point where it eventually felt like he was kissed by needles, and he unlocked his phone to find a place to settle down and (hopefully) eat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an approaching blotch of yellow and blue, to which he immediately hailed down. A taxi parked along the curb, and Jason hopped in. “Could you please take me away from here? Some place with some good food?”

The driver gave Jason a look of uncertainty, pondering before nodding and starting the meter.

Jason sat back and relaxed as giant metallic letters standing proudly on top of clear, godliness glass storefronts began to disappear, one by one, until they were replaced with bulletins and signs, and tented storefronts matched with painted, worn down brickwork.

He exhaled in relief. Despite living with Bruce and his luxurious lifestyle, the unspoken language of wealth was still foreign to Jason. He didn’t understand why the affluent would whisper, and why evil would poison their tongue and burn away at their heart once their financial wealth accrued.

After slipping the taxi driver a couple of hundred dollar bills, Jason abruptly left the vehicle, reading the name of the restaurant to himself. “Like the song…?” he asked the driver, who nodded.

“Different spelling, different things.”

Jason inhaled nasily, chest rising. “Alrighty, thanks, man.”

The driver nodded once again before waving and merging back into traffic. Jason entered the restaurant and was instantly greeted with sweet and savory notes, causing Jason’s stomach to cramp in pain. He walked up to the counter, so clean that he could almost make his reflection out, and waited for an employee to serve him. While he waited, he studied the menu: sandwiches, soups, and more appetizers to choose from. He chewed on his bottom lip, distressed when deciding between pasteles (mix of plantain mix and meat, wrapped in a banana leaf) or mofongo (stuffed plantain).

“When you’re ready, I can take you.” A voice notified him as he stood like a bronze statue before the menu.

He didn’t take his eyes off the photos above the counter. “Sorry about this, I’m a first timer - what are your pasteles filled with?”

“Usually pork or chicken, but we make them with cheese now since there are some vegetarians.”

“Could I have just pasteles, one with cheese filling and one with chicken?” Jason asked.

The clerk pressed a button on the register, which was a tablet with a brightly lit screen. “Sure thing. Anything else?”

“Yeah, and…pastellitos de guayaba? Can I have that, too? And water.”

The clerk pressed the screen a few times, noting down Jason’s order. “Of course. For here or to go?”

Jason finally tore his eyes from the menu to look at the clerk, and his mouth fell open at the sight of the clerk: hair was tightly curled, coiled from their roots; lips plump and glossy, appearing much more enticing to Jason than the food he ogled at.

“Here.” he stuttered, feeling heat rise up to his neck. The clerk smiled at him, and they placed their hand on their wide hip, bringing Jason’s eye to it.

“It’ll be ready in a bit. We’ll bring it to your seat, yeah? Sientate.” They motioned with their nose at the dining area, a selection of polished wooden chairs and tables to choose from.

Before he could ask for their name, the clerk rushed to the kitchen of the restaurant, repeating his order to the rest of the staff. Jason watched them walk away, their bottom half swaying in the leggings they wore, before he realized his leering and chose an empty seat and table near the colorful mural.

Thoughts rushed to the tall man’s head, some impure ones welcoming themselves for the first time since he and Artemis parted. Their relationship was, in short, complicated, and neither of them were fully transparent toward another, leading to the inevitable diffusion of the once-kindled fire; it didn’t break Jason’s heart, but rather disappointed him, and he felt that his fate of inescapable loneliness was encapsulated.

The clerk reappeared from the kitchen, holding two plates of food. They walked past Jason, ignoring whatever eye contact he attempted to make at them, and attended to the table diagonally from his. “Y te quedas a tu mama, ok?” They spoke warmly but sternly to the couple, before leaving with a grin. “And you,” they pointed at Jason, “your pastellios should be ready in one to two minutes, okay?”

Jason nodded frantically, popping an optimistic grin. “Can’t wait.”

“I know.” they winked at Jason before turning back around and walking through the revolving door leading to the kitchen. Jason felt something distant in his stomach. Perhaps hunger?

In a few minutes, the mysterious clerk returned, holding what Jason hoped was his food. When they arrived at his table, settling the plates down delicately before handing him cutlery and a glass, he beamed first at the food, then at the beautiful clerk. He didn’t know which he was more excited for. “Thank you!”

“Not a problem.” they returned his smile, eyes glistening at him. “Our chef is working on something else for you to carry out, free of charge. Can’t let you starve out on us, right, big guy?” their eyes briefly scanned Jason’s figure, which caused Jason’s cheeks to flush a bright pink.

They’re hitting on me, the fuck. “Thanks! I was hoping maybe I can come back, get your name?”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that.” their voice dipped an octave, and Jason swore he felt his pants tighten under the table. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “How about I save you the trouble and tell ya now, that way next time you can take me out for dessert?”

Jason smirked at them, slowly checking their figure out before focusing his attention back on their eyes. “Sure.”

“It’s y/n.” they purred, reaching their hand to rest on Jason’s bicep. Their skin was soft, yet calloused. “And you are…?”

“Jason.” he grinned. “Sorry, I’m new at this.”

“Don’t worry.” they assured. “I’m here if you need anything. And if you decide to take me on that offer, my number is in the check right there.” they pointed to the black checkbook beside the plates of food. Jason’s skin was burning under their touch, and when y/n had to leave, Jason felt a twinge of sadness when they retracted their hand.

Unraveling his cutlery from the napkin, Jason made sure to make an important phone call before his vacation ended.

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kairithemang0 · 4 months

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wait, so ur saying she's been actively ignoring ur 504 and belittling and insulting you in every interaction you have and on OFFICIAL DOCUMENTS????? AND UR ADMINISTRATION IS JUST LETTING IT SLIDE BRO????????????????? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG W UR SCHOOL???????? that geniunely sounds so bad im sending you every single virtual hug ever

yeahhhhhhhhhhhh

it's funny because im literally incapable of switching out of that class, obviously now i cant but in the first 2 weeks of school so many people switched out of her class that they weren't letting anyone else switch out

she actively puts me in the back of the classroom (another thing in my 504, for focus reasons and also i can't see well im meant to be in the front), ignores me when my i try to ask for help and she does this thing where she aggressively taps on my desk and it makes me want to wrip her fingers off. my class is also just generally loud with people making really obnoxious noises and i sometimes just can't handle it and it makes me want to break down and cry because i get overwhelmed really easily. i have her class right after lunch sometimes and i was overwhelmed then (i have too many people who sit with my friends at lunch, none of them are my friends) and so i came into her class and put my head down on the desk and she comes over and bangs on it like she's knocking on some door and told me to go to the nurse if i'm going to "be disrespectful in her class". satan, stfu. just like don't. and apparently i still need to apologize to her for being rude despite being incredibly stressed. anyways i took a nap in the nurses office after that and it was great i couldn't feel my arm :)

it's her first year here, i wouldn't be surprised if she didn't last. the school knows about my issues with her specifically, my guidance counselor has done all she can to help me but honestly im ready to be done. i get out in late june, im stuck with her for another month and i swear after that last day im never talking to her again. also never gonna take spanish again i really can't stand spanish

SORRY FOR THE VENTS ABOUT MY SHITTY TEACHER GUYS- i finished my homework now so unless yall send more asks i hopefully won't be mentioning her again

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yutaholic · 2 years

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This 2Baddies era is making my brain short circuit everytime I see Doyoung WHY DO THE STYLISTS KEEP ON PUTTING HIM IN SLEEVELESS TEES I AM GONNA COMBUST THE NEXT TIME I SEE HIS ARMPITS HNGGGG also NAKAMOTO YUTA NEEDS TO CALM DOWN everytime he sings his line it's like he wants to eat someone whole. In the Studio Choom vid his hairstyle makes him look like a lion hehehehe.

I saw your post about how they're doing Sticker dirty and I FEEL YOU I genuinely like that song, it may be an acquired taste but it grows on you. Now I miss Sticker era it was definitely a good time.

I've been rereading Jealousy bcos I don't know I've been having a lot of Mark Lee feels these past few weeks days like sometimes he's so cute I wanna squish his face and sometimes he's so handsome and sexy I want to do nasty things with him.

Sorry for the rant I hope you're having a nice week!!

- Dyochi Anon

Well FINALLY someone in my inbox that I can scream about 2 Baddies with! Okay so I did not like 2 Baddies at first the song just grated on me but I didn’t go into it very open-minded (because of how much they shit on Sticker) on the other hand I showed the MV to my nephew and the moment it ended he said “I LOVE IT” and I was like of course you do lol

But I really liked the MV and the whole vibe (plus I looooove how much spotlight Johnny and Yuta got!!) so I watched it more and more... and I hate to say it... but the song has grown on me. It’s just so 127. I felt the same way about Sticker which is it just screams NCT 127 and their style.

Which is why I just didn’t understand why they acted like Sticker was the bane of their existence? Then Favorite came along and they acted like she was their savior (looking at you Doyoung) when Favorite was super boring imho I still like it and listen to it but it was meh in comparison and the dance break still haunts me haha

Speaking of Doyoung and his obnoxious ass I wanna know who he thinks he is being built the way he is. And I agree with you I’m ready to fight the stylists with all these tiddies being shoved in my face. Some of the boys looked scrumptious in the MV even though they singing about having bitches when we all know they don’t 😂

Doyoung sings like his life depends on it and I love that. He reminds me of me and my sister whenever we listen to Celine Dion after too much wine lol I swear his energy when he sings and Taeyong’s energy when he dances are just on another level. I’m slightly annoyed they have Jaehyun rapping since he’s one of my FAVE vocals in NCT but I like his rapping too so I’m not that mad about it

Oof speaking of Mark, I got a really sexy fic coming up with him soon (Jeno included) so all you Mark and Jeno stans need to prepare yourselves physically and emotionally and sexually and spiritually idk just everything because it’s raunchy af (you’re married to Mark and he invites Jeno over to spice up the bedroom when yall hit a dry spell that’s all I will say about it)

Never apologize for rants! I love rants and what yall have to say. I wish you guys talked to me more 😊

#dyochi anon

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littlemisslipbalm · 4 years

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I live in the neighbourhood

When Y/N moved to Hampstead she was unaware of the implications the decision would have on the course of the rest of her life.

Harry is Y/N’s eccentric neighbour who sweeps her up in the whirlwind that is his life

this gif bc its maybe my favorite clip of him EVER holy fuck - this is the harry of my dreams this is the harry of i live in the neighbourhood

HEY YALL it’s been a minute and I missed yall so much and I’m just about to be on break so maybe i’ll be back to posting writing regularly but with school its so hard and I think I’ve been working on this for months so yeah <3 lol PLS PLS PLS leave me feedback and reblogs and that stuff bc otherwise my writing just feels...empty and you have no idea the smile i get when even just the tags say like “god this was everything” it can be anything honestly but it keeps my passion up. Thank you again and hope you enjoy.

Word Count: ~10k | Warnings: swearing probably? no smut (yet), rich and famous harry - mentions of Taylor Swif

She considered herself an average young woman in her mid twenties. She liked screaming Taylor Swift and Megan Thee Stallion songs alone in her car and thrifting on weekends. She hated cable because of commercials and when doordash didn’t deliver all of her order. She had asthma when she worked out or the air quality was bad. She had dumb celebrity crushes that her friends and her still laughed over with every new instagram post. She had hopes and dreams she had yet to achieve and she had past trauma that many would never know about, especially at first glance.

Sure, she was successful. She would admit that. How else would she be able to afford even the modest little house she had found in Hampstead? She had studied international business in college and hopped on a plane to London the first chance she got. After a few years of a more than decent paycheck and an advantageous stimulus check from her kind parents, she was able to move out of her starter flat into the suburbs. The definitive push for the move was two-fold. Her parents wanted her to take her dog and her apartment complex was strict on no pets. Then her promotion at work - which included a pay raise - made it hard to wave off taking full ownership of her childhood ten-pound best friend.

So with life happening as it usually does, Y/N first found herself scouring Zillow, then touring homes in the area, and finally standing outside a three bedroom, two bath, two-story cream house in Hampstead. Her house.

The little moving truck she had rented sat beside her as she stared at her future. The realtor had told her they would be there in ten minutes. For the next ten minutes all Y/N had to do was keep herself from combusting, or worse, sobbing.

She felt overwhelmed already. Renting a flat in London was one way to describe herself as independent. Owning a home in Hampstead seemed like a whole new level of adulthood she wasn’t sure if she was prepared for.

After taking a few deep breaths to ground herself, Y/N walked up to the gate that kept her front yard narrowly separated from the sidewalk. She lifted one hand from beneath the box she clutched tightly to her chest to push past the iron-rod gateway. The garden was cute, a little bland, and she thought to herself that maybe she’d develop some gardening skills now that she had her own front yard. The thought made her smile a little, refraining from laughing aloud while on her lonesome, since she had never taken interest in gardening before. But this house. This house. It was a new beginning. It was a fucking unwritten journal. Blank film. Unknown territory. She could be anyone in this house.

She gently placed the cardboard box on the first step up to the front door. There was no porch, but she couldn’t complain. It was gorgeous and she was lucky to get it at the price she did. The house was cream with dark blue accents and a grey shingled roof. Lots of windows. It was classic and it was hers.

After the realtor came with her keys and made sure everything seemed alright, Y/N’s couple of friends, Amélie and Daniel, arrived with their cars filled with items she had needed picking up from various stores. They helped her move her stuff into the house. Thankfully it was already half furnished, meaning she didn’t have to go out and buy beds or couches or any of those big items that are both expensive and a hassle to deal with.

By the time the evening had rolled around, everything was in the house and it actually seemed semi put together. Y/N looked around, sweat apparent on her face and hands on her hips, proud of what she had accomplished. The nerves from earlier had been drowned by pride.

The next day, she woke up from her first night in the house. It felt like a dream even though she was sure she was awake.

She had to navigate her way to the airport today to pick up her dog from his long flight and then mainly settle into the house. Her house sat on Sherwood Avenue, one of the many streets in Hampstead. It’s neighboring houses were much larger. The ones directly next to and across from her weren’t drastically bigger but what she had yet to learn was that next to the house across from her there were two houses that had been joined together by their slightly eccentric owner. A man who would be the match that ignited the flame that was the rest of her life.

This unknown fact quickly became known after Y/N’s first few weeks in her new neighbourhood. The eccentric - more so absurdly rich - neighbor who conjoined the houses was Harry Styles.

The first time they crossed paths she wasn’t even aware of it. It was the day she moved in. He had been out for his usual morning run and was rounding the corner when she had pulled up in her moving van. Once inside his home, he snoopily watched on as his neighbour began to move in. He hadn’t taken note of much about her, just that she was new and that she had a nice pair of jeans on that day.

The second time, Y/N was convinced she needed to get her eyes checked because there was no way that she had just seen Harry Styles key himself into the house across the way from her. There was no way that she had moved into the same area as him, let alone the same street. It seemed far more plausible that she needed a psych evaluation or a strong glasses prescription.

But the third instance of them crossing paths, she was proven wrong. She was on her way back from the neighbourhood park when she saw a guy jogging towards her. With a yellow beanie and a black Columbia sweatshirt paired with running shorts and shoes, he was hard to ignore running straight towards her. The iconic curls, strong jawline, and soft green eyes were dead giveaways this time. After making brief eye contact as their paths literally crossed, she felt herself make a little face of odd interest. Her head quirked and her eyes narrowed, lips pursed with slight confusion. That was definitely him.

After that, she found herself seeing Harry around the neighbourhood a relatively good amount. She’d see him at the park, at the coffee shop, on their street, and more. They didn’t speak. She really didn’t think he would want to be bothered by his neighbours and she certainly wasn’t willing to test the theory. They sometimes gave a small smile of acknowledgement but nothing really friendly. Just ‘you exist and I know that’.

Fridays are Y/N’s favorite day. It’s the beginning of the weekend, she never has to go into work and it’s simply a nice day. People are happier, they smile brighter and it just seems like the world is a little better than usual.

Friday was especially amazing today because her childhood best friend, Cate, was arriving at London Heathrow in the evening. Y/N had begged Cate to fly out to see the new house in person and Cate had finally found the time to run away to England for a week.

She shut her front door carefully behind her and placed her headphones in her ears. Rori, that little terrier, who had made a similar flight to see Y/N’s place not too long ago, scampered out the door with her and jumped happily at her legs as she fiddled with her phone. Her coat ruffles around her disturbed from the morning air. It’s blanket-like fabric that consisted of a deep blue backdrop with felt giraffes sewn on it, kept her warm while she walked. With her mind racing with weekend plans and ideas for her and Cate to do both in Hampstead and the city, she crossed the street like usual and began to walk with her dog to the coffee shop for her morning tea.

Unlike usual, she fumbled just as she was putting her phone in her pocket and bumped into something large and definitely not sedentary.

“I’m so sorry!” She blushed and moved backwards from the man who had just been shutting his own front gate to head somewhere.

“S’alright. No harm, no foul.” He looks down at her and her dog. Rori seems excited by the stranger and sniffs him eagerly. A single paw prodding at the man’s long leg.

She grimaces, hearing the voice and stepping back allows her to fully recognize who she had just bumped into. Her neighbour. The runner. Harry Styles.

“Sorry.” She mutters again as Rori continues to prod at Harry’s leg.

She tries to coax Rori away, but Harry simply smiles and leans down to the small dog.

“Hi there buddy,” he coos and rubs the top of the fluffy dogs head, in between his pointy ears, “What’s your name?”

“Rori.” She states easily, Harry’s eyes flickering to her smoothly. Rori makes a smile babbling noise that sounds a bit like a tiny roar - hence the name - and Harry chuckles to himself.

“He’s really adorable,” he finally says and straightens up from his admiring of the dog.

The grimace becomes more of a smile on her face and she mumbles a “Thank You”.

As her neighbour - who hasn’t introduced himself (which wasn’t necessary, but still) or bothered to ask for her introduction - seems to be about to say something new when his phone begins to vibrate obnoxiously. He twitches, his large hands immediately going to his pockets for the important device. He checks the message and looks back at her face.

“Sorry, I have to run...um,” he’s not sure what to say. He really does have to go, but he doesn’t even know his neighbour’s name. He’ll have to make sure to get it at some point in the near future. Especially now that he’s acquainted with her dog.

“No worries,” she smiles completely this time, relieved for the whole interaction to be over. She felt like she was going to explode with each passing moment. In the presence of a legendary musician, c’mon, who wouldn’t be freaking out. All she could think about was how Harry Styles now knew her dog’s name. What the fuck!

Upon arriving at the airport, she waited patiently for Cate to walk out of the customs area.

When she did, the two young women began jumping up and down excitedly, Y/N squealing only slightly. They hugged and began chattering intensely, catching up on lost time that generally occurs when you live an ocean apart.

Finally, one comment rings through the constant back and forth and Cate stops.

“Wait, what did you just say,” she questions as they begin walking to catch an uber back to Hampstead.

“I think my house might be haunted?” Y/N’s voice raising because she’s unsure if that’s what Cate was talking about.

“No, no, the thing after that. I think I must’ve misheard you.”

“Harry Styles is my neighbour?” Y/N’s brows raise as she looks over at her best friend, curious to know what she will say.

“Yes! Explain. Now!”

“It’s not really a big deal. It’s a nice neighbourhood, it makes sense that celebrities of his caliber want to live there.”

“That is not explaining. You have to introduce us!”

As they climb into their uber and settle in for the short ride back to Hampstead, Y/N sighs and tells Cate everything she knows.

“We’ve only just spoken today and I’ve been here for a couple weeks. He lives across the street and down one, I guess. I just see him around, it’s not like he knows who I am. He didn’t even get my name today, just Rori’s.” She laughs lightly, still finding it funny that Harry knows her dog’s name.

Cate nods, leaning in slightly to her best friend, hardly able to contain her awestruckness from the story and baffledness at Y/N’s calmness. “So, like, when do I get to meet him?”

“Girl, I don’t fucking know. Never, if you’re going to act wild. I don’t want the neighbourhood to think I’m not chill.”

“Sometimes…” Cate starts and leans away from Y/N jokingly, “I hate you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.”

They both smile, bumping elbows silently. The song on the radio fading in louder as their words die out.

The next day, Y/N took Cate to the local park. It was expansive and connected to the football fields that local teams would play at. The park section was a luscious green that was maintained with copious amounts of watering by the township.

She and Cate settled on a patch of grass near a slender tree that would offer some shade if the sun’s rays became too harsh. The quilt they sat on was something her grandmother had made her when she was maybe 8 years old, meaning it was torn in places and completely worn in a different shade of pink than it had been initially.

They set up their picnic and played music, enjoying the sunny day. Something rare and fleeting as the fall began to creep up on Hampstead.

They eat and catch up on life for about an hour. Basking in the sunlight, Y/N had laid on her back and was staring up at the clouds passing along the sky. Cate was carefully watching their surroundings, simply taking in her friend’s new home, but possibly for another reason too.

“Hey, isn’t that…” Cate trails off, trying to subtly nod in the direction of an approaching figure.

Y/N sits up, her hands holding her up from behind her. Her hair fails in front of her shoulders slightly and it’s a little disheveled from being mused in the grass. She looks discreetly in the direction of Cate’s nodding and then looks at her friend and rolls her eyes.

“Yes, but don’t say anything, he might not even notice me and I’m certainly not calling out to him.”

‘Illicit Affairs’ by Taylor Swift is playing off her speaker and as she’s about to change it, Cate turns it up slightly. They share a glare with one another before trying to act casual again, even though both of their eyes kept flickering to the man who seemed to be continuing closer and closer to their set up.

It became clear that Harry was approaching them after all and Y/N tried to carry on an unbothered conversation with Cate, which was hard with the constant nudging of Cate’s foot on her shin.

He stops a mere foot away from their blanket, beaming at the two young women lounging on the ground. He makes an attempt at a casual wave, his large hand splaying his fingers quickly, before opening his mouth to speak.

Cate beats him to the punch. “Hello there!”

“Erm, hi!” He says nicely to her and then looks at Y/N.

“No Rori today?” He inquires.

“No,” she smiles, slightly blushing at the fact that he remembered her and her dog. “He’s napping.”

“Ah, I see,” He pauses, “I feel like I need to apologize.” He continues.

“For what?” She questions and Cate watches on anxiously, mesmerized by Harry and dying to see what happens next.

“I ran off before I could even ask for your name or introduce myself. It was terribly rude.”

“Oh,” she can’t stop smiling, “It’s nothing to apologize for, I’m sure you’re busy. Besides I had to get my day started, otherwise I would’ve been late picking her up.” She points to Cate who smiles sheepishly, still internally screaming over the fact that her friend is able to talk so easily to a celebrity.

Harry nods and looks at Cate again, “Just visiting I take it then?”

She nods quickly, words escaping her. Y/N chuckles under her breath and swoops in to save her friend any embarrassment. “Cate’s my best friend and she’s been kind enough to take time out of her extremely busy life to come look at my new house.”

He hums, still standing a respectful distance from their set-up. “Nice to meet you, Cate,” he says very kindly. Then he laughs, but in a way that is like he’s beside himself. The two women both quirk their heads at him. Y/N squints her eyes slightly, trying to understand the guy she is talking to and connecting him with the man that is all over the news all of the time for his musical genius.

“Now I know your dog and best friend’s names but still not yours. At this point, I’m begging you to tell me.”

They all laugh and Y/N feels nervous for the first time since Harry had walked up.

“You first,” she smiles slyly.

His eyes widen slightly in surprise, but then go back to normal. Harry was very smart, she likely knew his name, but one, she was trying to be funny and two, she was also trying to be courteous. He preferred to introduce himself rather than just be told who he is, even if people already knew. It allowed him to maintain some normalcy.

“‘M Harry,” He says with a smile.

“Alright.” She says and then remains quiet.

Harry’s lips quirk up in a faint smile, amused at her expression.

“I thought it was a ‘show me yours and I’ll show you mine’ type of situation or was I mistaken?” He finally asks when she remains silent still.

The two young women laugh and Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, both feeling flustered and completely in control at the same time.

“You weren’t mistaken, I was just thinking.” Then she pauses again and Cate thinks Harry is about to combust and Harry thinks he’s going to as well with all the anticipation that has been built up over his neighbor’s name, even though he was pretty sure he’d heard it in passing at one point or another but had forgotten quickly afterwards.

“It’s Y/N.”

Harry releases a facetious sigh of relief, “Oh thank god! Finally!” His words quickly turn into an infectious laugh that is paired with a shining smile and she feels like she’s swooning right then and there. The control has gone out the window and she’s taken with her neighbor. He’s wonderful in that moment and she forgets about Cate or the park or anything. It’s just Harry and how it seems like he’s smiling just for her.

“Now that I’ve gotten your name,” he smiles pointedly at her after his laughter has faded away. The smile doesn’t leave his face though, his eyes still crinkled, his dimples still showing.

She nods, encouraging him to continue. Cate feels like she’s watching a movie unfold in front of her and she wishes she could record the entire interaction.

“I can finally ask you, Y/N, where did you get that fabulous coat I saw you wearing yesterday?”

She twitches further upright, eyes bringing themselves directly inline with Harry’s gaze. “Oh,” she inhales, “The giraffe one, yeah?”

He nods.

“I got it from a Goodwill years ago. It’s some vintage company that used to only make sleepwear. I looked up the tag one time and it doesn’t exist anymore. Super cool, though. Wish I could buy more.”

“Yeah,” Harry says eagerly, even taking a step towards the women, “It was so intriguing. Maybe, if you didn’t mind of course -” he falters, losing his courage for a moment, “you could bring it over and my stylist could check it out. I would love something similar and I’m sure he could figure it out.”

She shrugs. It wasn’t crazy, especially not for Harry - she assumed. She was certain he often found things he liked but there was only one of them so he would just order his own. She couldn’t help the pride that was swelling inside her though it that moment. Harry Styles liking her jacket so much he asked where it was from and then wanting his stylist to look at it. She’d jump for joy when she was in the safety of her private home later tonight with Cate.

“One condition,” she says and Harry’s brows quirk amusedly at her.

“You are a very tit for tat person,” he muses.

“Fair’s fair,” she shrugs again and then looks around her quickly, “It’s simple so don’t get too worked up over it, buddy.”

He laughs slightly again and tries to figure out what she’s looking for. When she extends a scratched up, sticker-covered point and shoot film camera he smiles.

“Can you take a picture of Cate and I? It’s always just the two of us so we never have anyone to take pictures of us together.”

Harry grins at this and her sincere face. Cate is a little taken aback, because while it’s technically true, it’s not entirely factual. They have plenty of film pictures of them - maybe not recently though. And she wasn’t going to question Y/N right now. It seemed like she knew what she was doing.

Harry takes the camera and begins to look through the viewfinder. The women scoot closer together and Cate wraps her arm around Y/N’s shoulder. She leans in to press her cheek against her best friend. They smile up at the camera and Harry crouches slightly to get a better angle.

“Alright,” he mumbles, “Ready?...Cheese!”

Their smiles stay hung on their face as they listen for the click and when the faint sound befalls their ears, Cate laughs and Y/N pulls away. She reaches forward for the camera, her hand easily brushing Harry’s large one.

Their smiles meet each other and Cate can’t help but notice how they grow as the two of them look at one another.

“Thank you,” Y/N says sweetly and pulls back to retake her seat on the blanket.

Harry straightens up, his grin falling back into that signature smirk. “No problem.”

“So-” He begins but she cuts him off.

“Well, I’m sure I’ll see you around, yeah?”

He clears his throat, feeling thrown off. “Yeah, sure. I guess next time I see you we can talk about when a good time would be for your jacket to come over?”

His voice raises at the end of his question a little more than usual, he’s trying to get her to bite, but she doesn’t seem like someone who is easily thrown off. He is trying to read her and she’s been completely cool the entire time. It’s intriguing. Even more so than the jacket, even though he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it, it wasn’t really his focus when he walked across the park to her and Cate.

“Yep! It was nice finally meeting you Harry.”

He feels the cue to walk off and says his farewells. As he walks off, back on course to his intended destination, his head is filled with questions. Most important of them being when he would see her again.

Cate and Y/N watch him walk towards the football fields. They see him meet with a group of men and it seems like they’re there to practice or play a game. Y/N couldn’t be sure.

“He likes you!” Cate finally bursts out.

Y/N rolls her eyes, “Stop trying to make me take the piss. That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”

“It’s not! He likes you and you obviously like him, I mean, but we been knew.”

“Having a crush on the famous Harry Styles when you’re 17 is different than me liking my neighbour Harry.”

“But you like him don’t you? He’s even better than he was when he was 19. Now he’s all grown up and established and more your style anyway.”

“Shut up! He could hear you.”

“He really couldn't, he's yards away, you’re just paranoid.” Cate continues to tease and ridicule her best friend over Harry and Y/N is just about ready to up and leave, but she also can’t help but laugh it off.

“I’m literally gonna kick you out if you keep talking,” Y/N says between laughs and the women feel like they’re back in high school losing their minds over the stupidest joke ever.

“Okay, fine. But all I have to say is I will hold this over you when you end up together.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, whatever. Just be prepared to wait forever because I can promise you Harry Styles and I are never ending up together.”

Two Weeks Later

Y/N walked to her door after hearing the doorbell ring and opened it to find her neighbour standing with his arm raised ready to knock.

“Hey, Harry,” She greeted easily, but not entirely sure why he was here.

They hadn’t really seen each other since their official meeting in the park. It hadn’t bothered her and it hadn’t really bothered Harry either. It seemed like they both had extremely busy lives that they didn’t plan on throwing out the window because they had said they would meet up at some point. She liked that.

Harry had come over because he finally had a break in his schedule and was hoping to talk about the jacket and anything else really. He was interested in getting to know her and he didn’t care to hide it.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go get a coffee or something?” He asked, leaning himself against her door frame now.

Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen a little bit, not completely sure she heard him correctly.

“Right now?!” She asked incredulously.

She was wearing an oversized grey sweatshirt and black bike shorts that peaked out from underneath the sweatshirt hem. One of her socks was shoved around her ankle while the other was pulled up flat to touch the base of her calf. She didn’t think she was looking the most presentable at the moment. She had been basking in her day off by simply laying on the couch watching hours of Netflix.

He nods, his smile growing on his face. Her flustered expression only made him happier. She was always so nonchalant with him, he wanted to see her a little more antsy.

“Unless you’re busy,” he adds seriously, not wanting to bother her, just wanting to spend time with her.

“No, no. I’m not...I’m not busy. I just wasn’t expecting any plans where I would be required to go out in public. Let me just...um, come inside and then give me five minutes.”

“Sure,” Harry smiles again as he steps into her home.

Her smile is sheepish and much less genuine then the one Harry holds on his face as he takes in her abode. She tells him to make himself comfortable and then runs to her room to try and possibly fix her state in under five minutes.

She tears around her room, heaving off the frumpy sweatshirt and grabbing a long sleeve striped v-neck top she had hanging out half out of her hamper, a sign known to her that while it was clean enough to wear, if she happened to do laundry she should wash it. Slipping it over her head, she walks to her dresser and leans over to open the bottom drawer and unfolds a pair of dark wash oversized jeans. There’s no holes in them and she throws them on the bed so that she can slip out of her current pants. Next, onto the socks, she swaps out the current ones for a fresh black pair and finds her tortoise print boots to flick on. As she just about runs into her en suite bathroom, she zips the two boots up between steps. A quick comb through her hair, deodorant, two spritz of perfume, her eyelash curler and mascara and she’s running back to where Harry is waiting in her living room.

He blinks surprisedly at her promptness, usually giving people more time then what they say they need. She had indeed gotten ready in five minutes. He thought she looked breathtaking. And she felt like she was at a lack for breath in any case.

“It’s a bit cold out,” he glances to the window.

“Isn’t it always?” She smiles, finally catching her breath.

He chuckles and then nods, a smile appearing on his face as he feels a warmth in his chest at her wit.

“Ready?” He checks in.

She nods, grabbing a coat she kept hung by the door.

“Just the coffee shop down the way?” She inquires as they exit the house and she locks the door behind her.

Harry hums, waiting down a step for her to turn around and walk beside him. It was so strange to her, this felt all too normal with him. Like he was just a friend who had come to pick her up for coffee, her neighbor, nothing more.

“Did you hear the new season of the Crown is coming out soon?” Harry asks as they walk shoulder to shoulder (technically since her shoulder wasn’t in line with his).

“Really?” She looks at him, “I love that show!”

“Me too,” He looks at her and smiles happily.

“That’s amazing,” she breathes mostly to herself, half about the show and half about how Harry watches television and that he watches one of her favorite shows.

There’s silence. The brisk air pricking their cheeks as they walk down their street. Their puffs of breath create a slight mist of white ahead of them and then quickly dissipates.

Her eyes flit up to Harry’s chiseled jaw and face and she watches him as his eyes carefully and meaningfully take in his surroundings. Was it her turn to take a stab at conversation? It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence but she just wasn’t sure what was going on.

“You play football right?” She says finally as they turn onto the next street that would bring them closer to the café they both frequented.

She remembered seeing him there on several occasions. The tips he left were always overly generous, which she assumed you could do when you were exorbitantly rich. He always smiled when he ordered and knew the baristas by name. His order rarely differed and she hated to admit but she knew his two regulars. His actual “regular” was a 12 ounce black coffee, dark roast, no cream and no sugar. The other, his “I’ll actually have”, was a 16 ounce iced green tea, no cream and no sugar.

She couldn’t help that she was observant and that when ‘H’ was called at the bar she looked at what was pushed out, patiently waiting for him to come snatch it up with a smile and nod to the workers before he left. Sometimes he’d even smile at her over the lid of his drink as he exited the establishment. It was warm and inviting and she felt good about the twinkle in his eye that never seemed to waver no matter the day.

Now they were going there together and she’d have to pretend like she’d never noticed what he got as a drink.

He responds to her question with another glance at her and a simple “yes”. His hands shove into his pockets and one side of his pink lips quirk up. He continues, “I’m on a local team with some mates. We’re in a little competition with our league. The final match is coming up this Sunday actually...You should come.”

He says it so casually it almost doesn’t catch her off guard. Harry inviting her to his football game, maybe this was going to be her life now. Going to her neighbours football match. Going to Harry Styles’ football match.

“Sunday…” She sounds out, choosing to look out into the distance instead of at him. “What time?”

“Eight.”

“P.M. right?” She responds quickly, worried since she never wakes up that early and rarely before 10 a.m. on the weekends for that matter.

“Of course,” he chuckles.

They’ve come upon the café and he’s quick to grab the handle to open the door and let her go before him. She can’t stop the blush and smile that spread on her face as she ducks her head into the warm and cozy shop. Men had opened doors for her before and she really thought of herself as a strong woman who didn’t need a man for anything, but something about Harry’s action felt especially, and specifically, chivalrous. Why, she had no idea.

Neither of them stop to look at the menu. They were regulars and they both knew that about each other as well. He gestures for her to go first and she mutters her thanks before turning to the patiently waiting barista. She orders and is about to hand over her card when Harry suavely steps in and says, “Don’t worry about it. I invited you with me, I’ll pay.”

It was both completely unexpected and expected at the same time. Knowing she’d never win this fight, she thanked him again, glanced at the man taking her order and then stepped aside. Harry orders his own drink and then pays for both. Today he leaves double the amount he usually leaves for tip, she assumes since it’s two drinks he was paying for.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” She says quietly to him once they’re in a corner of the café waiting for their drinks.

He stands slightly slumped against the wall, closer to her height right now. He only shrugs, his good natured smile not once leaving his face since he entered this place.

“I wanted to,” he said simply right as the drinks were ready since it wasn’t particularly busy on this random Friday afternoon.

They glance outside and see that it’s begun to drizzle while they’ve been inside. She sighs, having hoped to walk around a little after being inside all day.

Instead, they sit at the corner table in the café, across from each other. She moves on from the paying thing, knowing it was simply how this guy probably operated most of his life.

He got a black coffee today, the cold and rain likely contributing to that choice.

As one pop song fades out, slightly under the sound of the coffee machines, she’s about to tell Harry she’s pretty sure she can make his final football match when ‘Cardigan’ fades in. It’s the second time a Taylor Swift song has been playing while she’s been in the presence of Harry and they were conversing. She tries to ignore one of her favorite songs at the moment. Harry doesn’t seem to pay much mind to it. His foot is tapping against his other, but it’s been tapping like that since they sat down.

“I think I could probably make it to your game,” she says finally after a pause and a sip of her own drink.

Harry grins at the response and launches into how great it will be if they win and how happy everyone will be. She smiles along and doesn’t notice the slight head swaying to the song that she’s begun.

“Fan of Taylor?” Harry inquires and Y/N’s face drops, eyes widening cartoonishly.

She stutters, a nervous laugh leaving her mouth before she can actually say something. How does she respond about liking Taylor Swift to a man who counts her as an ex. She’s at a loss.

“Yeah, uh,” she finally starts.

Harry watches her curiously, obviously noticing her discomfort as his question.

“I used to not really consider myself a fan. I don’t really follow her just because I don’t really follow...um...musicians,” she chokes out the last word realizing Harry fits that category. “But, after folklore, I don’t know, this album really spoke to me. I also really like Lover and...uh” she pauses again, sticking on 1989, an album she has argued with her friends about how it’s basically a tell all of the man before her and Taylor’s relationship.

He nods, hoping she’ll continue. He wanted to get to know her and he kind of liked seeing her squirm. “1989?” He finally supplies.

Her blush isn’t able to be covered this time. If her hair didn’t fall in front of her ears she was sure they’d be flushed with blood.

Then she draws out of her own self stress and looks at the smooth man before her and grows calm. He was amazing at winding her up and she didn’t want to seem like some young, impressionable fangirl to him. So, she squared her shoulders and straightened up in her chair.

“Yes, it was pop perfection as one of my college friends liked to say. I’d always listen to it at the gym.” Then she pauses, taking a measured breath, gaining her confidence back. Her eyes meet his, “Is there any songs off it that you particularly enjoy, Mr. Styles.”

He chuckles, mostly because of her emphasis on ‘Style’.

“Shake it off?” He asks.

“Oh fuck off!” She laughs and he joins in with her.

When they catch their breaths from laughing, they simultaneously take sips of their drinks and settle their eyes back on one another. Exes and songs written about oneself weren’t exactly the topics Harry had in mind for the coffee outing he had asked Y/N out on, but talks of exes had never been this funny with anyone else. He was grateful for her playfulness, her demeanor.

“Can I ask you something personal?” She asks quietly and seriously.

“I think we’re past that question, love,” he responds.

“Yeah, I guess,” she pauses and just about whispers, “Pretty much all of them are about you right?”

He shrugs again, his felt coat rustling around his seat. “We never really talked about every single song.”

She leans forward at the ‘we’ Harry is using about himself and Taylor Swift.

“But when I listen to the songs, I hear us in just about every one but a few.”

“Wow,” she breathes and sips her drink. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lived through something that intense and then someone commemorated in a masterpiece.”

“Do you have a favorite on that album?” He asks, moving on from her revelation.

“I love ‘I know places’, it has a cool sound. But I also really love ‘Wonderland’. They both have kind of dark sounds, yet it still is like what you have is so special that the bad bits are worth it. I don’t know, it just seems like a tv show. I don’t think my life could ever be that crazy or dramatic.” She doesn’t notice her use of ‘you’ because she had meant it as a form of analyzing the song theoretically as she had done hundreds of times with her friends, but this time the ‘you’ is literally the ‘you’ the song is talking about.

“Love can turn anyone’s life chaotic.” Harry muses.

The green eye’s that flashed at Taylor throughout that album look at Y/N from across the table and she feels a flip in her stomach at his tone.

Maybe he notices her mild discomfort, maybe that’s just who he is. But after a beat, Harry’s onto the next topic on his mind. He launches into how he’s just returned from Scotland for a shoot for something so undercover he can’t even divulge to her, much to his dismay. She’s taken aback since she didn’t consider her someone Harry would divulge any of his private matters to, but it seemed like he already considered her a confidant. Just not for that. He wants it to be a surprise.

She smiles and listens attentively. She wonders as he goes on about his interesting yet absurdly lavish life whether he even knows what regular life is like anymore. Or if he’d even enjoy it if he experienced it.

Sure, coffee and football were plenty part of regular life . But the football league was something novel to Harry. He had just gotten to do it and he was thrilled by its normalcy.

She regarded him carefully, unsure what the next step was in this budding friendship. Was it dangerous to get involved with someone’s life which seemed to be filled with whirlwind rigor and constant change.

She liked her chaos, don’t get her wrong. She felt like she often was the odd one out in life. Always thinking differently than the ones around her. She often was the one to suggest spontaneous late night trips around town or exploration of an abandoned building known for spooky stories. She liked inviting friends over for themed parties for no specific occasions and she liked taking film pictures of friends like they were models even though it was only for her and her memories. She thought of herself as silly and fun, but what Harry described as his chaotic fun actually was regimented tight schedules of constant travel and work. Interesting experiences came out of that constant travel and work, but didn’t seem like something she necessarily wanted to get herself wrapped up in.

After coffee, they leave the café and it’s pouring now. Instead of going home, Harry insists on walking her to her place. She relents, realizing, once again, that Harry wasn’t someone who took ‘no’ for an answer. She then invites him in because it’s the polite thing to do. And Harry being Harry accepts.

“Want a dry sweatshirt while you wait?” She asks as she slips off her wet shoes and jacket in the entryway. Harry follows suit, his knit sweater being pelted with rain for the last eight minutes left him feeling cold and shivery.

He nods as he toes off his shoes and ventures back to the living room she had him wait in a few hours ago.

“Here,” She says as she tosses a grey sweatshirt in his direction. She believes it's her one from earlier, an innocuous pullover with ‘London’ in collegiate lettering on the front. He catches it as she rounds the corner to turn up the heater.

Her mistake was being so careless to not look at the sweatshirt before handing it over to her neighbor. Anyone else, maybe they wouldn’t have questioned it. But Harry, how could he not.

“What’s this?”

“A sweatshirt,” she doesn’t spare him a glance on the coach as she fiddles with the thermostat.

“It’s one of my sweatshirts,” Harry says and she can hear the smile on his face.

“That’s impossible, I’ve never borrowed-” Her brows had raised at what he said but now her words fall short.

He didn’t mean one of his personal sweatshirts that she possibly borrowed if they were better friends. No. He meant his merchandise.

“It was a gift,” she sighs as she turns to face him. He’s now wearing the sweatshirt proudly and grinning up at her smugly.

She rolls her eyes when he gives her a knowing smile.

“I didn’t know that it was the one I was handing you. Honest!”

“I thought you didn’t “keep up” with musicians,” Harry says playfully, his fingers making quotes appropriately.

“I don’t.” Her tone is serious as she plops on the couch beside Harry.

“I enjoy your music from time to time. Is that a crime?!” She finally exclaims when she can’t handle Harry’s knowing smirk.

“No it’s not, you could have just told me you were a fan!” She tries to stop him and protest that she wouldn’t consider herself a fan, but he continues, “I still would have wanted to have been friends.You’re one of the liveliest neighbors I’ve got. Everyone else on the street is rather dull.”

She chuckles, remembering finding out quickly that the street wasn’t a lively bunch.

“I just wouldn’t say I’m a fan,” she presses and sits across from him.

He continues smiling like he knows the truth.

“I don’t think you’ve met an average person in awhile, Harry.” She finally says after they sat in silence for a few minutes because they were both too stubborn to be the first to talk.

“I would hardly call you average if that’s what you’re implying, Y/N.” He nods her way and he shifts on her plush couch, his legs adjusting themselves on their own accord. “And I know plenty of average people,” he adds huffily.

“I normally wouldn’t either, but compared to who you seem to surround yourself, I very much am. And that’s not meant to be a jab at anyone involved.”

His right hand sneaks up to his head to scratch at the base of a particularly perfect curl. His eyes squint a bit as his mind processes her claim.

“What are you trying to say exactly?”

“I’m just curious to see if you’d actually like me in your life. It seems like you want to be friends with me and that’s great, but realistically I don’t know how much I would fit into it.”

Harry scoffs, “That’s literally bullshit, just relax. I’m so chill you won’t even know what to do with me.”

Now it’s her turn to scoff. “Chill?!” She asks incredulously. Harry nods with a seriousness she hadn’t seen before.

“When’s the next time you’re flying off to another country for work?”

Harry pauses, “Um...the day after the final match. I’m beginning to film a movie, so I’ll be there for a month.”

“Busy bee,” she muses and they both chuckle.

There’s something about the somber look Harry is giving her. His eyes twinkled in the coffee shop and with playful winks she was excited to be in his presence. But after she mentions when his next trip is, he seems saddened. There’s skepticism behind his eyes and maybe he doesn’t like being challenged about who he is from other people, especially those who are new in his life.

But that’s who Y/N is, she’s straightforward and doesn’t lie to someone. If Harry was now her friend, she was going to tell it like it is to him. That personality trait she worried wouldn’t make her long for his world.

“So the cardigan? Do you have it here?” Harry changes the subject, clearly not wanting to actually consider a realistic friendship together instead just charging ahead with no hesitation. Whatever happened they would deal with it as it came. Maybe she should just go with the flow, let herself be swept up into his madness. Maybe it would be easier than fighting it.

“No.”

“Oh?”

“I do, I was joking. Where else would it be?” Her tone is light, trying to get back the shine she had seen Harry exhibit before it had vanished.

Maybe that was Harry’s effect on people. He was vibrant and like an Elton John song. You never wanted that shine to go away, never wanted the song to end. Never wanted him to stop shining his light on you. She felt this happening in just a few hours with him. When he was happy so was she and when he wasn’t entirely shining she wanted to do whatever she could to get it back.

A smile curls on his face and his green eyes narrow slightly. He’s trying to figure her out, know what she’s all about.

“Do you want to go and grab it?” His voice sweetening, almost like a tease. Maybe he means to bite his lip, maybe he doesn’t, but the effect on her is nonetheless earthshaking.

She pops up and smiles back, happy to have made him happy. As she walks out of the room to go get the cardigan that had started this all, her head tilts and she furrows her brow wondering why she felt such a sense of pride just for making him happy.

Would this man cause her to finally put someone else’s wishes ahead of hers?

“Are you on your way?”

She listens to Harry’s slightly worried voice crackle over the speaker of her phone as she shuts her door with the hand not holding her phone to her ear. His voice is raspy and muffled. She assumes it’s from the cold air of London at night and the scarf he is likely got wrapped around his neck.

“Yes! Jeez, I’m on my way. Walking over right now.”

It’s the final match for Harry’s football team and if they win the game then they get a trophy and it’s all Harry has been talking about since they got coffee and she handed over her cardigan.

Harry huffed an “alright” on the other side of the line and she called a “see you soon” before hanging up.

He was both eager for Y/N to come and possibly meet some of his teammates and a few of his close friends who he had invited and for her to arrive so that she wasn’t walking out late at night alone. He hadn’t known her for long, but he felt a certain protectiveness over her. She was relatively alone here, only two friends at work that she had mentioned and everyone else lived far away. She said she didn’t mind it, but Harry had a hard time understanding it since he surrounded himself with his friends as much as he could and was constantly either traveling or having them travel to see him.

He had even contemplated inviting her to come to Los Angeles with him for a month, but knew she would remind him of her ever important job that she couldn’t just randomly take a month off.

He’d have to ask her what exactly she did because every time he tried to remember, it always slipped his mind.

When her figure came into sight below the fluorescent lights, he breathed a sigh of relief. A grin spread on his face as she beamed at him and waved a bit. He didn’t understand how she couldn’t see how special she was. Every time he saw her he felt himself straighten up and feel a bubbling in his chest. Her smile was infectious and the way her eyes glittered when she looked away quickly and then returned eye contact made him want to stay in her presence forever.

“You made it!” Harry said and scooped her up in his arms, not realizing just how happy he was to see her, swinging her around in a half circle.

She laughs in surprise, but appreciates the warmth Harry’s hug offers her. She’s not quite sure they had ever touched each other before this moment beside shoulder brushes and hand touches. Nothing so...purposeful.

“I made it,” she confirms and pats him on his broad shoulders.

Questions in her mind raced as she questioned whether it was normal for friendships to happen like this. She knew in college friendships could happen this quickly. And that’s when it dawned on her, she really hadn’t made a new friend since college and that was why everything with Harry was so odd to her. She had forgotten what new friendship was. She needed to stop questioning everything and just live in the moment with a person she really liked being with.

Harry’s hands move from her waist and one stays to lead her forward so he can introduce her to some of his mates, as he had promised.

She felt at home in that moment. His hand on the small of her back, his heat radiating off of him and her hair swept behind her ears and her cheek pressed to his shoulder staring up at him sweetly.

She meets Charlotte, a member of Harry’s band who lives in London, her boyfriend, Mitch (who had just happened to find himself in Hampstead this weekend), Ben, and a few more people she couldn’t remember all the names of.

Harry’s team wins the game and Y/N’s not sure if she’s ever seen someone so happy to win an adult league football match. There wasn’t any official trophy except the one Harry had made himself and said he would even give to the other team if they won. It was engraved with the words “The World’s Greatest Football Team of Stars Ever. October 22, 2020”. It doesn’t even make sense but she’d been holding it for the entire night as he played.

He goes down the line of his friends who have been watching and gives them all jubilant kisses on the lips. When he reaches Y/N she holds out the trophy and he grins and gives her a kiss on the cheek. His lips are surprisingly soft and his scratchy stubble tickles her and she swiftly pulls back, a smile on her face and blush on her cheeks nonetheless.

Charlotte and Mitch share a look between the two of them and Ben’s eyes narrow slightly at the interaction. His eyes narrow just as they had when Harry had strutted over to the group with Y/N before the game. He had happily named everyone and she had shaken all of their hands with a warm smile on her lips. Ben had regarded her warily and she had shaken it off as the chill of the night air. But there it was again, not quite trusting of the neighbour girl Harry had just randomly befriended a few days ago.

The team and the friends of the team decide they deserve to celebrate this win, mostly at the request of Harry.

Y/N tries to find a time to leave, to return to her place so she can prepare for her day at work tomorrow. But no excuses will be heard from Harry and she has a hard time saying no to his sparkling eyes and gorgeous grin that she’s growing far too accustomed to.

She’s ushered down to the closest pub with the rest of them and finds herself chatting with Charlotte’s boyfriend. He’s the most...normal. She’s not sure how to explain it, but he doesn’t seem to be regarding her as different, unlike every other one of Harry’s friends. They were all perfectly nice and cordial with her, but she just felt like she wasn’t a part of their group, their world and she didn’t know how to explain it.

Charlotte and Mitch are rather nice too, but they’re more reserved with her. They’re musicians, like Harry, and they somewhat have that air of awareness around them that Harry sometimes gets. She thinks it’s from the fame, having to constantly be wary of who is around you, what everyone is doing, what is happening next. She doesn’t mind it, it’s just not something she’s used to.

She wishes she could just throw back some drinks and she could allow herself to be more...well just be more. More of a presence, more of herself, but she has a job she has to get to bright and early. Tomorrow was Monday and for her that meant work. So she sips a beer that Harry insisted be on his tab and she makes small talk with Charlotte’s boyfriend about how he’s been helping her produce her first EP. Charlotte occasionally pops in when she hears her name, but mostly is conversing with Mitch over something silly. Y/N knows because they keep laughing.

Harry is going around to just about everyone in the party and she watches as he happily talks with every one of his friends. He’s ecstatic and she wonders if she’s ever experienced happiness like he has.

At midnight she attempts to make a French exit, as her mother always called it, and slip away with little to no farewells, but Harry spots her before she can.

“You’re leaving already?” Harry asks loudly, the euphoria of winning his silly little game and drinking a fair amount of pints has him at his peak boisterity.

“I have work tomorrow,” she says warily, slumping slightly from the weight of Harry’s arm slinging around her shoulder.

He turns serious and straightens up slightly, his green eyes looking especially dark in the pubs dim lighting as they look her dead in the eye. “Let me walk you home.”

“I can get home by myself,” she laughs, shrugging off his hold. “Plus, the host can’t leave his own celebration.” She gestures to everyone else happily celebrating on a Sunday, somehow not bothered by the beginning of the average week.

He steps closer, his brow furrowing for the first time that night. One of his large hands raises to his tousled hair and he runs it through the tresses. He even nibbles at his lower lip as he contemplates his decision. Then quickly and suddenly, he makes up his mind,

“No, I’ll escort you. Can’t have my neighbour walk home this late alone. I’ll just leave my card with Mitch. He’ll settle up the tab.” He smiles at his perfect plan and she grimaces feeling slightly embarrassed that he would leave his friends to walk her home. “Won’t you Mitch?” Harry calls as he grabs his coat from the wall next to the door. Mitch simply nods and Harry yells his farewells, Y/N waves meekly.

“That was...interesting,” she mulls over her words as they walk through the cold night air outside of the pub.

“Amazing, right?” Harry speaks over her less enthusiastic voice.

“You have a lot of friends,” she mused, trying to sound less disheartened than she had in her last statement.

Harry only hums and shivers slightly from the cold. His breath comes clearly out in puffs in the cold night air. Y/N’s is muffled by her scarf wrapped tightly up to her chin. She’s tucked his face as far into it as possible but her nose won’t stop from freezing as they walk.

Her hand goes up to it and she rests her palm to the tip of it. The motion grabs Harry’s attention and he looks directly at her curiously.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m freezing,” she muffles out, “This helps my cold nose not be so..cold.”

He chuckles and wraps his arm around her shoulder and she easily folds into him, welcoming any warmth right now.

After another moment of silence and them enjoying each other’s warmth and slight smell of whatever perfumes they had chosen earlier that night as well as beer and wood of the pub, Harry nuzzles his head above hers and then asks her something.

“Was that overwhelming for you?”

She’s quiet, thankful his eyes can’t reach hers right now. He was too powerful with those things.

“I, um, a little. I just...I just realized today that I haven’t made a new friend since college outside of work and it was overwhelming just hanging out with you. So all of your friends as well, yeah, it was a bit much for me.”

Harry looks out at the empty street ahead of them and sighs in realization. In his excitement, he hadn’t accounted how she might have felt tonight until just now. He wanted to kick himself for not thinking of her feelings, but other’s feelings slipped his mind so easily sometimes.

They round their street corner and she nuzzles back into his side.

“I’m sorry, love.” He rubs at her outer arm, “I didn’t think about it like that. I was just so excited for my plan to come together. Maybe next time, it’ll just be a couple of them rather than so many?”

“Sure,” she says quickly, wanting to make him happy, knowing how much he cared about his friends. “I feel like we need to hang out more with just you before I osmos into your friend group though if I’m being honest.”

“Well that can definitely be arranged,” he says and reluctantly lets go of her body. They’ve arrived at her door.

“I also want to see the inside of your house at some point.” She tugs at one of his hands before it can disappear into his warm coat pocket. “Houses,” she corrects.

“That can also be arranged,” Harry smiles with his lips closed. Pink lips and rosy cheeks extra bright from the cold. He plays with her fingers as the two stand close to one another, happy for the alone time and chalking the proximity up to heat sharing.

“You leave tomorrow right?” She finally asks.

His head falls and he sighs.

“Yeah…”

“It’s just a month,” she smiles, trying to stop Harry from being so dramatic. Especially when there was no logical reason for him to be so upset over not seeing his neighbour - she keeps telling herself.

“Are you sure you can’t quit your job and just fly out with me?” He pleads.

She throws her head back in laughter and shifts closer to him, her front porch light illuminating and shadowing every perfect place on Harry’s gorgeous face.

“Not even a chance.”

“That is a shame,” he takes an experimental step closer and she feels his breath fan across her cheeks at his last word.

She wrinkles his nose at the smell of his last beer, even though coming from him it was endearing.

Just as she feels him being to shift his head closer, she steps forward and gives him a tight hug.

“Goodnight Harry,” she whispers into his ear, “Safe travels.”

Then she’s stepping back and swiftly unlocking her door. She moves it slowly so as to not wake Rori and then Harry’s left alone and dumbfounded on her doorstep.

He definitely preferred being with her alone, but now he didn’t even have that chance until next month. And nonetheless she had just sidestepped his kiss with such ease he’s not even sure if he meant to kiss her. It had felt right, but why? Because it was cold and picture perfect? Or because he was enchanted by her and liked her as more than a new friend?

She slumps in her kitchen and fixes an Emergen-C to stave off the chill of the night and any germs that might have been lurking around the pub. She hopes when she walks to her bedroom she can check the front porch and see that Harry has gone home because she would hate to turn the light off on him.

How could he have expected her to kiss him just then? They’ve only just met each other a few weeks ago? And he’s Harry Styles and she just lives in the neighbourhood. What the actual fuck had happened to her life?

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elliesbaby · 3 years

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halloween night

“You both accidentally wear matching halloween costumes so everyone thinks you’re a couple” trope

Ellie x f! reader

warnings: nsfw

halloween nights in Jackson were a treat. it's the time of year where teenagers get to be teenagers. you all raid local stores on patrols to find anything costume worthy. sometimes that just means a cowboy hat or animal ears but you lucked out this year. after finding a shop called “restore” you managed to find a wedding dress. it wasn't obnoxious or poofy. it fell upon your curves perfectly, hugging the right places. when Dina saw it she threw a few whistles out and cursed you for outdoing her costume.

you pulled your h/c hair out of the messy bun it was held in and watched as the forced curls fell to your shoulders. grabbing eyeliner you carefully attempt to make winged liner. as you searched through many drawers you found the fake vampire teeth you had stashed away for the occasion. next was thigh highs and boots. you looked at yourself in the mirror. a slight wince occurs as you worry you went too far this year. it was short lived when Dina so graciously busts through your door. her dark eyes widen when they land on you.

“y/n. you look.. so hot. Jesse might have to watch out” she gushed with a wink.

“oh please, you ready idiot?” you ask before you both head out to the location this year.

The musk of alcohol hits you in your face as you open the door. you and Dina give each other a mischievous stare before racing each other to the kitchen. “I GET DIBS ON FIRST SHOT I BEAT YOU” Dina yells. You roll your eyes before they land on her. Ellie. your face gets uncomfortably warm as you notice her outfit. she wore a button up and a black suit. fake blood dripping off the corner of her mouth. her hair was pushed out of her face. was she.. also wearing vampire teeth?

“I can't believe it” Dina starts to say as Ellie takes a seat next to you both. “you two look like a couple!”

your gaze meets Ellie’s and to your surprise she's blushing just as much as you. uncomfortable silence took over and struggling to find words you blurt out “my turn!” as you pour a shot of dark liquor and swing it into the back of your throat. as you put the glass down you notice Ellie had walked away. Looking over at Dina she just shrugged as she drank straight from the bottle.

A couple drunk hours later

you couldn't believe the comments you were getting tonight. almost every 10 minutes someone was coming up to you and saying “you and Ellie look so cute together” or “you two make a cute couple.” you understood the confusion, it did look like you guys spent weeks planning a matching outfit when in reality it was all just a coincidence. what you didn't understand was why? Ellie had been avoiding you all night. you both were never close enough for people to mistake you as a couple. a part of you let yourself imagine it. you could admit the green eyed girl did appear in your head often. her hands grazing yours on patrols and the stares you share when one of you isn't looking. yet you knew Ellie didn't feel the same.

you thought maybe you'd try to find her amongst all the people so you could ask if the same thing was happening to her. as you're looking around you meet eyes with the auburn haired girl staring directly at you. she was standing next to a much shorter girl who seemed to have said something to annoy her. you watch as she scoffs, shaking her head before determinedly walking over to you. she had a mad expression and walk of urgency which scared you.

“everyone thinks we are together so let's show them what they want'' Ellie whispers in your ear before taking your hand and dragging you to the dance floor. you could smell the liquid courage all over Ellies lips. her warm rough hands gripped your waist and held you close to her. the music was oddly sexual. causing everybodies bodies to be pushed closer together than the usual dance. you felt her hips rub against yours. her hands gripping you tighter every time your bodies graze against each other.

“so have you been starting rumors about us y/n?” she says whispering in your ear so close that you feel your knees start to cave in a bit.

“no! no i swear, i guess we just look like a couple” you say trying to not sound intimidated by her closeness and sarcasm.

“no its okay i think it's cute you tell people that I'm yours” she says with a cockiness that causes your face to be flushed.

“oh shut up williams” you hissed slightly slapping her shoulder.

suddenly she was staring at you hard. her gaze made goosebumps appear on your arms. you feel hands gently being put behind your head before you feel warm lips meet yours. you kiss back, still in shock. Ellie grabs your waist before deepening the kiss. with the little courage you pull away and grab her arm to drag her to the closest bathroom.

you gently shut the door locking it behind you both. she stares at you with teasing eyes. “what are you doing y/n?” she says with a shit eating grin on her face.

“shut up” you replied before crashing your lips against hers while pushing her against the wall. Ellies need for dominance makes her pick you up and set you on top of the sink. her waist is grinding against you as her tongue is occupying your mouth. you let out small moans that make her smirk against your kiss. her hands make their way to your chest causing small whimpers to escape your mouth once again. her hands were exploring every part of your body and the more she touched the more you craved her.

“please ellie i need you” you whimper as your neediness is only getting worse.

she lets out a small giggle before making her way down to your dress. slowly lifting it up and exposing your thigh highs and underwear. her lips kiss your thighs making her way up. her warm lips against your cold thighs was causing a friction that made your body weak. you grip the back of her head while your whole body shakes in anticipation.

“Y/N? YOU IN THERE?” Dinas familiar voice yells out before trying to open the door.

“YES WAIT i'll be out in a second, meet you downstairs!” you say letting out a deep sigh as you hear her footsteps walking away.

you look at Ellie in shock. seconds of silence go by before you both break out into laughter.

“wanna take this to my place?” Ellie asks quietly, almost nervous for your answer. you lean in and give her a small kiss and a nod before taking her hand. leading her downstairs you get stopped. “hey! you two are so cute together” a girl you never met says to you.

making eye contact with Ellie you share one more deep laugh before you drag her away, back to her cabin.

a/n: sorry yall another rushed fic. i just needed to feed the hungry ellie stans. if this gets enough interactions ill make a part two of them going back to the cabin. v long and v spicy <3

#Ellie Williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou 2 #tlou imagines #the last of us #the last of us imagines #ellie williams fic #ellie imagine

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hello-yue-here · 3 years

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thank you @chiptrillino for tagging me in a wip game!

not quite sure what the rules are but based off of your AMAZING POST OF ART WIPS (check it out here yall chip is so talented) ive decided to just share some parts of my writing wips that i rlly like because i cannot draw whatsoever lmao

enjoy some lil snippets hehe

from heart don't stand a chance:

"Zuko couldn’t get over her eyes. She was looking past the camera towards the man who took it. Zuko could see clear as day the love she held for Sokka in her gaze.

It was a perfect moment that Sokka had captured. No wonder held it with him at all times. If someone had looked at Zuko like that, he’d never want to see anything again.

As he took in the photograph, Sokka sat next to him in silence. His hand was clutching the ring around his neck again in his fist, pressing it close to his mouth as he peered over Zuko’s shoulder to look. Zuko turned to him to compliment the picture and saw a sad fondness lingering in his eyes."

this is a scene i wrote a while ago thats gonna appear in a much later chapter. but yeah. more yue angst for you guys im so sorry.

from i love you (and that's all i really know):

"Mister Sokka," a little voice wishpered in his ear as he felt tiny pokes on his cheek, "Wake up Mister Sokka."

"Good morning to you too Izumi," Sokka responded wearily as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked towards the little girl who was standing on her tippy toes to see over the edge of the bed and poke his face until he rose.

She smiled at him once she realized he was awake.

"Can we have pancakes?" She asked shyly, hiding her mouth just below the edge of the bed as she looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

That look was going to be dangerous for him later on, he could aready tell.

"Sure thing, Izumi, just let me sleep for five more minutes, mkay?" He asked as he shut his eyes again. He was exhausted from last nights events, and the sun had barely risen. How did Zuko do this?"

this is a scene from the next chapter of this fic. so much sokka and izumi bonding you guys are gonna explode hehehe.

from cherry (the mailee fic i wont shut up about that is now a whopping 19 pages):

"Mai never had to guess with Ty Lee. She always knew when Ty Lee was happy about something because she would use an obnoxious amount of exclamation points. She would send gifs of people or cartoons making outlandish expressions whenever she wanted to react to Mai’s text with a specific facial expression. Sometimes Ty Lee would even send voice memos whenever her thoughts became too long, or she got too excited about a story that her fingers couldn’t type as fast as she could speak."

hehe i love mailee.

from yours (the mailee sorority fic that i promise i did not forget about):

"Mai lifted her head off the pillow again and met Zuko’s eyes. She studied his impassive expression, trying to figure out if he was joking or not. He did seem like he missed Mai and Azula, so maybe he did really just want to catch up with them.

But Mai wasn’t going to give up a golden opportunity like this.

“Tell us everything about the boy toy as well and you’ve got yourself a deal,” Mai said.

Zuko rolled his eyes and sighed, “Ugh, fine. And his name is Sokka by the way.”

“Nuance. You also have to wake up Azula.”

“No chance in hell,” Zuko scoffed, “You’re the roommate and her fellow ‘pong princess,’ wake-up duty is all yours.”

“If she murders me, it’s your fault. She’s a bitch when she’s hungover.”

“Whatever you say, Mai,” Zuko grinned before returning back to his phone."

i have decided that zuko is a little shit for this fic and no one can stop me.

from Where'd All the Time Go? (the yuekka fic that i have severe writers block with that i also promis i have not forgotten about):

"“Sokka I really think you need to take a moment and-”

“I am fine Aang, I don’t have time for a feelings talk right now. Right now I need to find the fucking chief of this damn place.” His words came out harsher than he meant, but he didn’t have the time to dwell on that.

Before Sokka could run off again to continue his search, a hand grabbed his arm. One of Arnook’s advisors, Malina, had started dragging him towards the podium.

“Do you not realize how late you are for this Sokka? The ceremony was supposed to begin with your speech nearly an hour ago-” she hissed at him as she pulled him along through the crowd.

“Malina I’m sorry but I really need to speak with Arnook it is urgent-”

“This damn speech of yours is what’s urgent right now Sokka, you can speak with Arnook later but the guests are getting antsy so you need to give your speech right. Now.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Maline shoved Sokka towards the podium and suddenly all eyes were on him. Every guest in attendance had their focus solely on Sokka."

homeboy is stressed in this scene. things are slowly going to shit in this chapter. i promise i will update this before the end of the year. i swear. im so sorry.

from a currently untitled jetko/sukka boiling rock fic:

"“Oh good, you survived after all,” She said in a mocking tone.

Jet didn’t answer. He knew anything he said would be used against him. He didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know what was happening. But he would be damned if he showed that weakness in front of the fire nation.

“I was told you were more talkative than this,” the girl mused. There was something familiar about her, “my informants were very detailed when discussing your little teashop romance.”

I knew it. Jet snarled in his mind, That bastard betrayed me."

i want this fic to be a little darker but idk how good i am at writing darker fics because i love fluff and humor too much. this could be good angst practice for me.

from a toph and sokka fic that i wrote a while back to help me cope w some shit that i dont know if ill ever post:

"“Sokka? Are you still there?” Toph asked, the slightest hint of concern began to slip into their voice

“Tell me a story,” he was trembling. Despite all of his efforts to sound calm, he knew his voice came out trembling and scratchy and pathetic-

“Is everything okay? You don’t sound too hot,” Toph said through the phone.

Breathe, Sokka, breathe. You don’t want them to be worried, you just need to calm down.

“Please, Toph, I just,” he said through shaky breaths that weren’t nearly deep enough for him to be getting enough oxygen, “I just need a distraction. I just need to hear your voice okay?”"

nonbinary toph anyone?

from a 10 things i hate about you kataang and zukka au:

"“What? Something on my face?” the guy asked deadpanned. He rubbed at his scar as if he were wiping off a smudge of mustard, and Aang’s face went pale.

“Stop scaring the sophomores Zuko, this one’s new. He won’t get your… humor… just yet,” Ms. Wu said as she waved Aang off again.

“I’m hurt that you’d imply I’m not funny, Wu. I’m hilarious,” the senior, Zuko, said as he walked past Aang.

Aang let out a sigh of relief knowing that this Zuko guy didn’t seem all that offended by his awkwardness, and darted out of the room."

zuko is a little shit part 2. the amount of sarcasm i have dripping off of heath ledger zuko is glorious. let zuko be a little shit. i havent added to this in months but when i finish some of my other wips i cant wait to get back to this.

i have more wips and drafts saved but none of them have anything juicy or funny or interesting yet because all of them are like less than three pages so far

but yeah, heres a good chunk of sneaky peakys from my wips!

I hope you liked them!

anyone who wants to do this can totally go for it. imma tag @ambykinns @lumities and @flowers-inthepieshop (only if you all want too!!) because this was fun :)

#liv talks about writing #liv talks ab fanfic #liv wips #liv fics #i love sharing my writing #especially when i have a bit of a block going on with well.... every fic #maybe this will give me inspiration!!!#i love sharing my writing im proud of these little snippets and i hope you all likes them as well :)#atla #avatar: the last airbender

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untowonder-gone · 2 years

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♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise? ⚜ How many people do you not like? ☀ What's your rp pet peeve? ☢ What fads/trends are you so over? ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill? ♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

the salty af munday meme ; accepting

♦ What was a mildly annoying thing that has happened to you rp wise?

Mildly annoying? I guess, transitioning from LJ / DW rp to tumblr rp? It was pretty awkward for a time, as tumblr rp is very different from journal rp, which was closer to forum rp, but nothing like email rp. But I enjoy making icons, so the graphics part wasn't so bad. And the overall freedom to explore a character and build upon a preestablished world, etc. wasn't too overwhelming. I guess it was just the stylization, when it comes to how we're all supposed to be hella fancy and aesthetic that really got to me. Hunting for an open un was a very inconvenient affair.

I try to take things in stride, so I do my best to just ignore shit that does bug me over much. Though, for a while, with container blogs, just not being friendly for people with dyslexia like me. Or super small font. Or people who use obnoxious spacing and so-called fancy font. Like I said, it's not friendly for dyslexic persons.

⚜ How many people do you not like?

I have distanced myself from anyone I dislike. I am incredibly fond of the block button, if you must know. But, just to answer the question :

There are a few people I rather dislike. One person I would almost say I truly despise, loathe entirely. One person forced a ship on me, demanded I use a white FC for my very Asian character, and used to attempt to force me to cheat on my spouse with him. Another person actually caused me and my spouse to break up, but I really don't like discussing that. And the last person, the one I truly despise, is someone I will not openly discuss on this blog or any other. I might be coaxed into talking about it over IMs or discord, but I’d like to put the past behind me.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

I personally double space between punctuation marks and quotation marks to better my reading experience, as it assists with my dyslexia. So, I normally have no problem with adding some extra space between words and such. I get it, it's aesthetic. On the other hand, overly space words and add in a bunch of unnecessary punctuation marks or symbols actually makes it incredibly hard for me to read, let alone understand what I'm looking at. It either starts to blur together or just becomes this blob that I cannot compute.

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

I love to make a very pretty border for my icons, like that isn't obvious, but I also just don't care for this sudden trend of cramming a dozen little symbols or images together to create the icons border. They look too busy, and sometimes make it difficult to actually look at the icon itself. I'm also not a fan of how border styles basically have to change every other week to keep up with the trends. Like you do you or whatever, but it's not for me.

❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

I hate callouts. Like, if this shit can be solved over disco, ims, whatever the fuck, then be a grown ass adult and solve your issues. But I swear to god, some of yall will just callout someone because they're using a FACECLAIM that you're attached to. Get over yourself, move on. That isn't to say all callouts are bad. If you're out here trying to inform someone about a real predator hiding among the rpc, I totally understand. But, trust me, after escaping the hellhole of the Fate rpc, I honestly cannot stand callouts.

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you're currently rping in?

Everyone is very sweet. Or, at least, everyone I have met so far, and those I've interacted with. There is an underlying sense of elitism, but that's pretty common with any fandom, and I'm too old to care. I also do separate myself from the over all fandom. I generally do that with any fandom.

But, leaning into the rp community only : everyone has thus far been pretty welcoming, and I am really enjoying just watching people interact or gush about these characters, and seeing people really start reaching out and researching topics that hold some sway over their muses. For instance, I love seeing people look into Welsh / Irish fae, and finding the differences in them and how their muse might be affected by this or that. And, obviously, I really adore this Alice in Wonderland and Alice’s Adventures Through the Looking Glass revival I’m seeing. It’s very cute watching others pull from the books over the disappointing live action films, that aren’t the amazing BBC Through the Looking Glass film that came out years ago.

#muraenide #⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 ›› ㅤ ❝ the writer is a marionette #⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝐚𝐬𝐤 ›› ㅤ ❝ would you tell me，please，which way i ought to go from here?

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tigerdrop · 4 years

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LMAO well okay. i think that my interpretation of his behavior will probably bug some people judging by a lot of posts i see flying around lately but yall asked, so

so like right from the jump, tommy reads as a, like, naive and good-mannered person. and, you know, he is a little naive! he gets bought out with fucking beyblades. but hes also very insistent that he knows what hes doing a lot of the time, even when gordon is being condescending as all shit and implying that hes a child. (see: the line where hes like “im not playing in the water! im testing the viscosity!”) and im inclined to take that at face value - presumably you dont get hired at black mesa without at least being on the level of, you know, a 27 yr old fresh out of MIT, like gordon freeman

and in that light, i think its really easy to read a lot of tommys behavior as straight up passive-aggressive/condescending towards gordon. gordons like, a decade younger than him, and hes going around cracking jokes about how tommys basically two kids in a trenchcoat. like, some examples:

whether or not tommy calls him “mr freeman” or “dr freeman” is a little inconsistent, but a lot of times tommy will be calling him “dr” right up until gordon makes some condescending comment toward him, at which point he switches to “mr”. it was probably not intentional at all, but its really funny and kind of demeaning

theres a moment where theres like, a laser/electricity/whatever, and tommy says “it cant hurt you if youre smart!” when gordon worries about it hurting him. it would hurt gordon, tho. this reads as a fantastically backhanded burn to me LMAO

theres another bit where theyre all just straight up calling gordon stupid. (he is a little stupid for being such a puffed-up MIT boy.) tommy will also sometimes just completely ignore gordon when gordon says something demeaning to him, like hes just turning away and thinking “i am not getting paid enough to deal with this guy”

tommys clearly spiteful at times: when they get fucked with the the military, tommy immediately jumps to suggesting they take one of the soldiers hostage, and when theyre robbing the casino in the payday stream, hes like “ive already lost 20$, let’s rob this place”. its not much of a stretch to interpret him as being spitefully condescending to gordon, too

anyway the point i am getting at here is that its not like wildly inaccurate to read him as just wanting some fucking respect. gordons really, really bossy and talks down to them a lot and sometimes literally talks to tommy like hes a dog. id think that just about anybody would get fed up with that

in that vein, please consider: tommy finally getting stern and reminding gordon that he is a 37 year old with a goddamn doctorate (maybe even multiple!) and that its dr coolatta, thank you. sure, he might like gordon, and they might be friendly towards each other, but gordon ought to show some fuckin respect for once instead of being so demeaning all the time. and, you know, gordon having a really embarrassing reaction to being put in his place for once

some other tidbits that dont really go along with this but that i feel compelled to point out anyway

tommy swears! he says “fucking” almost right away! and he doesnt stutter very much if at all. i think that, like the “gordon feetman” thing, the whole schtick of him never swearing and stuttering a lot is like a fanon thing that got latched onto really hard fsr

hes, like, really fast, and one of my friends headcanons him as having been a track runner at one point, which fits really well IMO

tommys probably an excellent researcher if he makes a point to reference how many OSHA codes and wikipedia articles hes memorized, which makes it even more funny/painful how much gordon lays into him for being childlike

tommy makes the sweet voice colors rhyme what they actively do some of the time, but definitely not all of the time. i know it can be fun to try to come up with clever rhymes for sweet voice, but the pedantic and obnoxious poet in my brain is begging ppl to just not force it if it sounds awkward. if youre gonna do it, you oughta make sure it actually rhymes, and that it scans correctly, too. sorry this is insanely nitpicky but it drives me Nuts and ive had people wonder why i would make one of benreys sweet voices orange when it doesnt rhyme with anything. it doesnt have to! dont worry about it!

#asky #this is like the most obnoxious thing ive ever posted probably. sorry #in the end none of this shit really matters and u can do what u want and interpret however u like #Its Just My Onion #careposting

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peach-pops · 4 years

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hello there! may I request a haikyuu and bnha matchup if they’re still open, please? i’m a bisexual female, 5’7” and a scorpio. I have a habit of biting my fingers (like oh my god they’re literally so damaged at this point) and am extremely forgetful, needing constant reminders for everything. people have said that I looked intimidating because of my resting bitch face, often thinking i’m mad at them, especially since i’m short-tempered like girl please talk to me I swear i’m not angry 😿🤠 — 🛒

🛒I have a more masculine style when it comes to clothing and always listening to music 😌🤚 (clairo, wallows, girl in red, tame impala, arctic monkeys, etc). I give all my close friends pet names as a way to show verbal affection and can barely go a sentence without using an absurd amount of profanities. my “type” are people who’re energetic and funny but respectful, or calm and a gentleman. i’m people-smart (not so much academically bc my attention span said 📉) but lazy. thank you, love! 😽❤️

“can barely go a sentence without using an absurd amount of profanities” damn I really felt that lmao. Not gonna lie, I’m pretty proud of the quirk I think you would have cause I totally relate to the part where people think you look intimidating I feel ya. Matchups are closed!

I ship you with Tanaka!

The most intimidating couple of all time but holy shit are you guys entertaining. There’s never a dull moment between you two and you both have that energy of “the party don’t start till I walk in”

Tanaka thinks it’s lowkey hot when you curse a lot like “DAMN my girl is feisty” he absolutely loves it don’t stop. It also helps him sleep at night knowing that no one even bothers to mess with you cause if he doesn’t scare them off, your rbf will (little do they know u just want people to approach you)

Tanaka knows how forgetful you are so sometimes he’ll write lil reminders on your forearm like “ project dude friday” or “ date night after school” or “ryu’s girlfriend” JUST IN CASE!!!

(peep: when he asked you out, you wrote your number on his forearm so it’s just a subtle way of showing yalls love)

You both are more people-smart but if you're struggling with school, Tanaka will literally drop everything to help you learn the subject even if he has never learned it before (study dates always turn into makeout sessions OOPS) (AND YES SAEKO DOES NOT KNOCK EVER)

I ship you with Jirou!

Jirou knew you gave cute petnames to everyone that were fairly weird and super cringe but when it came to Jirou, you settled on ‘gorgeous’ and she almost died on the spot

In the same way you respect and look up to her, Jirou feels the same way about you, especially when it comes to you using your quirk

Quirk: Buring Gaze- you can gradually increase the temperature of anything you stare at and can set things ablaze if your stare increases in intensity but your quirk stops once you blink

She’s always liked you but once she saw you use your quirk on Mineta after he was being a disgusting lil perv towards Momo, she knew you were a complete badass and fell in love with you even more

Also she really likes it when you wear her shirts or hoodies but she will get so flustered if Kaminari points it out cause you know he can be obnoxious like that

She isn’t too big on PDA but in the privacy of the dorms, she doesn’t even try to pry you off of her (she’s very touched starved)

She’s always looked out for herself but now that you two are together, she will throw herself in front of you everytime danger comes your way

#peach-pops-ships #bnha ships #haikyuu ships

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qelizhus · 6 years

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wip tag game

moving this to my writeblr, but was tagged by @farrradays, thank you! this is for ‘the odes’, where i need to find a better name and make a wip intro. still. tagging @kaigods @dragonauthor @royal-artichoke @tayluin @explosivebang @melwrotethat if any of yall wanna do it. this is very long, so it’ll be under the cut. i apologize in advance for my answers, my brain is currently fried.

1. describe the plot in one sentence

girl finds herself distressed after bff dies, goes to great lengths to reunite and/or make bff proud

2. pick one sight, sound, smell, feel and taste to describe its aesthetic

sight: the sun meeting the horizon

sound: constant movement; the sound of feet marching against the ground

smell: smoke & the memory of home

feel: mist touching skin, the dampness of clothing

taste: hot chocolate powder

3. which 3+ songs would make up a playlist for the novel?

billie eilish - ocean eyes, grandson - things change, two feet - lost the game, svrcina - meet me on the battlefield... probably

4. what’s the time period and location in which the novel takes place?

takes place on the fictional planet ‘aeon’, sometime not-as-technologically-advanced-as-we-are-now. i haven’t figured out all the time period details yet, lmao.

5. are there any former titles you’ve considered but have discarded?

considering this is not even a solid title... no. unfortunately. i’m worried i’m gonna get too attached to ‘the odes’ that i’m not going to be able to find a proper title.

6. what’s the first line?

“Frélik was not the first of his kind to be born. Far from it, though it was not as if there were many others alive at the moment.”

7. what’s a dialogue you’re particularly proud of?

i didn’t look very far but:

““I doubt you’d want me to give you the perfect summary,” she says, dryly. “There’s always some truth to rumours and old folk tales, didn’t you learn? Every—you know, anyone that is born there, they aren’t evaluated. They’re only expected to be perfect; the ideal of purity and kindness and all of those happy traits.”

“You weren’t,” he guesses.

“I wasn’t,” she agrees.”

8. which line from the novel represents it the most?

these are all so hard to answer

““I like living,” Amara mutters, but no one responds to her comment.” i was debating between this one and a different line, but that one was more spoilery, so i left it.

9. who are your character faceclaims?

i’ve really only chosen four, but one of the four i can’t find the name of the person, so have at what’s left:

rylee - chiharu okunugi

myrau - darya dogusheva

frelik - mahesh jadu

10. sort your characters into hogwart houses:

ooh i really like this one. these are all off the top of my head, but i’ll do it by group:

gryffindor: tyren, myrau, yara, vare

hufflepuff: rylee, mira, frelik, carena, ter

ravenclaw: ben, arcas

slytherin: riya, amara

11. which character’s name do you love the most?

riya. it’s really cute. (she’s also, like, my fav character out of all of them, so there’s that too.)

12. describe each character’s outfit.

can i skip this one? i’m skipping this one. (most of them are deities, so they’re like blobs of mist.)

13. do any of the characters have distinct birthmarks/scars?

i’ve never really put much thought into the characters’ appearances, so... i don’t know! rylee definitely has scars, as does yara... really, most of the mortal ones. there’s a lot of fighting, so i’d imagine it would be hard to avoid that, much less from general clumsiness. for the deities, i’d go with myrau, if she chooses to keep them around. i think she would hide them for a while, before accepting them.

14. which character most fits a character trope?

i’m not very knowledgeable about character tropes, admittedly. i will say myrau has a little bit of a ‘found family’ thing going on with amara and vare, though.

15. which character would be the best writer? worst?

tyren definitely was a great writer. maril--one of the “city elders”--would be a good writer too. the worst... would be rylee. wow, i really don’t seem to think very highly of my main character asdl;fkj

16. which character is the best liar? worst?

carena is hands down the best liar. yara and myrau might tie for second. i’d say frelik is the worst. sorry, bud.

17. which character swears the most? least?

i actually didn’t write any swears into it, so this is interesting to think about. i think ter probably swears the most; he’s a very passionate guy. a little too much, to be honest. mira seems to be the kind of person who tries to avoid swearing as much as possible.

18. which character has the best handwriting? worst?

tyren has terrible handwriting. bet. i think ben--a very obnoxious deity--would never have learned to write though, so maybe him. on the other hand, arcas probably has very neat handwriting.

19. which character is most like you? least like you?

hmm. i think the way rylee perceives things and comes to decisions is very much like me. amara is very forthright and self-confident, which i personally don’t see in myself. all in all, though, i imagine i share a lot of similarities with most of my characters.

20. which character would you most like to be?

i admire riya a lot. she has a good grip on her emotions and pretty rational when making difficult decisions, but cares a lot for those close to her. she’s also pretty independent and self-assured.

#the odes #tag meme #i think ive been tagging these all wrong #so from now on it'll be #tag game #rylee arnsvelt

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chillihansol · 7 years

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Boy Next Door ; M I N G Y U

[ neighbor!mingyu x reader ]

word count: 828 genre: fluff a/n: look who has tons of paperworks to do but has time to post a fic on her blog, hehe yup thats me. and thats how much i love yall. yall wth im so close to hit 300, how are you guys doin it? anyhow, thank you anonie for requesting this! i hope u like it xx

20: “Do you hate me that much?” 80: “I swear you are annoying me right now.”

The sound of the alarm clock filled your room, waking up every cell of your body. Today is the third Friday of March, in other words, your birthday. You smiled to yourself as the thought of your very special day, and as a normal human being, you obviously don’t want your day to be ruined. Unfortunately, very loud conversations mixed with cracking ups and high pitched voices from the house next door rang into your ears. Oh poor you, your obnoxious neighbor, Kim Mingyu, had his friends come over, and they’re going to create a total chaos on your birthday.

An impatient grunt escaped your mouth as you momentarily stood up and stomped off your tracks. Messy bed hair and cute pair of pyjamas didn’t bother you to confront your annoying neighbor. Exactly as you opened your front door, they were just climbing off from their very special van.

“Kim Mingyu, please keep it down. I just woke you and you already ruined my day.” Your voice was surprisingly very powerful despite the fact that you just came up from bed.

Mingyu, and his twelve other friends had their heads shot up to your direction with a surprised face. You felt thirteen pairs of eyes inspect your morning situation. “Oh, good morning, Y/N.” Mingyu smiled at you in a teasing way.

“There’s no freaking good in my morning if you and your remnants already ruined it. How could you all be so loud at this early?” You snapped, arching an eyebrow.

It has been three months since Kim Mingyu had moved to the house next door. Honestly speaking, you thought he was the most attractive man you’ve seen in your entire years of living, hoping that you and him are going to be in good terms, but it remained just a hope when you abruptly caught him spraying your dog with his garden hose. In his defense, he rambled to you how he caught your dog digging on his plants. And ever since that day, you’ve never been in good terms with him.

Although you hated him ever since, you occasionally scold yourself every time you feel butterflies partying in your stomach at the sight of him. He is incredibly attractive, and you cannot deny that. He’s very kind to your other neighbors, in fact, you even see him bring his very own cupcakes for the old woman living across the street, and sometimes you wish that he’d voluntarily step in front of your door and offer you some too. Little do you know, Mingyu actually had them bake for you, but he knew to himself how much you hated him to death instead, he just give them to the old lady.

“We’re naturally like that, so please bear with us.” He gave you an annoying grin that looked very attractive to your opinion.

You pinched the back of your thigh, refusing to squeal from his beautiful face. “But do you really have to be so loud? Please don’t freaking ruin my birthd–” Your eyes widen as you almost spilled that today is your day. His brows furrowed from your stuttering.

“Your what, Y/N?” He asked. Mingyu turned around to face his friends and told them something you couldn’t hear. Right after, the twelve boys made their way inside his house while he walked towards your front door.

You made an effort of chinning up to look directly at his eyes. His height is overwhelming your short figure. Your body jerked away from him. You haven’t been this close to Mingyu and it’s making your butterflies go crazier. “Why are you stepping on my house, go away.” You managed to come back to your senses, slightly shoving his shoulder.

Of course he didn’t move an inch from your push, so a smirk came out his mouth. “If I knew that today is your birthday, I could’ve gotten you something.” He said smiling at you.

You huffed at his statement, placing your hands on your hips. “I wouldn’t accept it anyways.” You rolled your eyes. “Now, can you please leave? I don’t want to see your soul. I swear you are annoying me right now.”

The smile on his face faded from your response. Mingyu couldn’t help but feel hurt from the hint of sincerity in your response to him. He knew that you don’t like him, but he didn’t have an idea that it would hurt more when he heard you say it to his face. “Do you hate me that much?” He asked, sounding hurt. “Listen Y/N, I know you don’t like me at all. I don’t know why your blood is boiling at my sight, but whatever I’ve done to you, I’m sorry. I just want to be friends with you.”

You couldn’t say anything to him right now, all you can do was to stare at him in disbelief from the words he divulged.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me. I promise to be a good neighbor from now on.” He said, raising his right hand as if he was pledging.

You laughed at his actions, causing his eyes to sprakle from the hope you had given him.

“Is that a yes?” He asked excitedly.

“Only if you bake cupcakes for me.” You gave back the same teasing grin he showed you earlier. “That’d be the first gift I’d receive.”

“No, you don’t deserve a cupcake. I’ll bake you your own birthday cake!” He exclaimed. The thought of baking a cake for you made him very hyped up.

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.” You breathed out. In one swift move, you were wrapped around his strong arms very tightly. “Mingyu, I can’t breathe.” You coughed.

His grip immediately loosened. When he pulled away, he looked at you with his eyes filled with enthusiasm before smiling at you very sweetly.

Who knew that the person ruined your day first thing in the morning was also the same person who made your birthday the best day ever?

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odogaronfang · 7 years

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For the Botw thing, (I don’t have the game with me rn and I’m too lazy to look up the map) but I remember finding a random hot springs in the middle of a colder climate. It’s kinda near the upper left hand side of the map. I was trying to get to the shrine up there and I found it so I think it’s a good setting for something. I remember being hecka confused about it then I tried to drown some boxes because “WHY THE HECK ARE THERE BOXES UP HERE???!!! WHO ELSE EVEN COMES UP HERE??!!”

[[i’ve actually been wanting to write something for botw au involving one of the hot springs… yall read my mind sometimes i swear]]

[[hi! it got to 2000 words again. 2150.]]

The general consensus among them is that Red is, for lack of a better term, insane.

“We’ve been walking,” Blue says (or chatters, more accurately), “For two days now. Two days.”

“In the snow,” Green adds, helpfully, as if they could forget about it when they’re walking in knee-deep drifts.

Shadow, cheater that he is, has been using magic to float, and has also been subject to multiple rounds of snowballs, to keep things fair.

“I am still not quite sure what we are looking for out here.” Vio treads as lightly as he can, but even then he occasionally misses a step, sinks through the sleet and ends up with a soaked snow boot. “And I am not certain that it is wise to continue.”

Zelda nods her agreement from behind her five layers. “Really, Red, it’s too cold out here.”

Red laughs at that. “Zelda, c’mon, we used to live here!”

“It’s been years,” She says, “And I never liked the cold besides. That’s why we moved.”

“I’ve been offering you guys the fire rod we have.”

“It’s too hot,” Blue complains. She remembers all too well the burn she’d gotten the first time she’d handled one.

“Oh, the fire rod’s too hot, but the snow’s too cold. Pick one to complain about!”

“May I ask, again,” Vio cuts in, before someone can start an argument, “Where exactly we are headed?”

“It’s a surprise! I’ve told you that!”

“And how close’re we to this ‘surprise’?” Shadow asks. “I’m not even touching the snow and it’s miserable.”

“Close!”

“You’ve been saying that for five hours now.”

“I know, but I mean it this time! It’s just around back of this peak.”

And it is- but it’s also down a steeper drop of the mountain, one that they very carefully have to navigate. Red and Zelda are fish to water, make it down no problem, and Shadow cheats and just floats; the others are not so fortunate. Vio goes first, if only because he believes himself to be more sure-footed, chips away footholds in the frost with the toe of his boots and helps to guide the others down. Blue makes it okay, if a little shaken from a slip she’d had halfway down. Green falls.

It isn’t too far, and he lands in a snowdrift and hardly suffers more than a bruise, but it scares him, scares all of them more than they’d care to admit, and leaves Green shivering violently.

“It’s just around here,” Red says, more urgently, and keeps close to Green, offers the heat of the fire rod. He leads them through a break in the rock shelf into what seems an open-topped cavern, snow drifting in from above to melt on the bubbling surface of the water. “This way, c’mon!”

He skirts the pool until they make it to the back of the cavern; just an open end, they think, until Red starts walking through the water towards the wall. They look at him as though he’s crazy- he looks at them as though they’re ridiculous- and after a moment they follow.

Red sloshes through the water in front of them, guides them under a low rock and through what seems almost a tunnel, into a dead end.

The difference in temperature is immediately noticeable.

It was cold and dry outside, the steam freezing midair, but in the little cave it’s humid and comfortable and warm.

“I’d forgotten about this place,” Zelda says, peels off a scarf and a coat and sets them on a rock against the far wall, the one dry place in the secret spring.

Blue inspects the water, mistrusts the color of it. It’s a strange shade of teal, cloudy, almost opaque, and nothing like the deep blue of the oceans back at home. “What is it?”

“A hot spring.” She’s down to two layers, a record low since they’d passed Rito Village. “Geothermal activity heats the groundwater and sends it bubbling up in places like these.”

“There’s a couple,” Red adds, stripped down to his pants, and sits in the water like he’s in a hot tub. “This one’s Goflam, and there’s Sturnida and Sherfin too, I think.”

Green is fully clothed and sunk into the water up to his neck. “I like this place best. Out of everywhere.”

Blue pushes aside her skepticism, and also pushes aside Zelda to get a space in the deeper water, adds her outerwear to the growing pile and settles in. “None of these down by Lurelin,” She admits, “But we didn’t need ‘em, ‘cause the temperature never got down to negative a billion.”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Red says with a roll of his eyes, and responds to her splashing in kind.

“He has a point,” Vio agrees, from his perch on the rock, “It cannot possibly be below a million.”

Shadow just shrugs. “Dunno what you’re talking about. I’ve been perfectly warm and dry the whole time.”

Vio shoves him into the water at everyone’s request, and offers his most innocent smile when Shadow glares at him from behind his soaked hair.

“Why aren’t you in,” He asks, with a certain acidity to the question, and a tone that suggests that he will be very soon, and not of his own volition.

“I would prefer not to get too wet. That is certain hypothermia.”

“We’ll dry up before we leave the springs! We can set a fire on the shore right outside here, it’s still kinda warm and it’s dry enough to catch a spark, and we can even have a hot meal before we leave!”

He’d like to be skeptical, but the promise of a hot meal is enough to satisfy him. “I am holding you to that,” He warns him, takes off what he’s willing to and finds a spot between Blue and Red.

“It’ll be the first in days.”

“Weeks, it feels like.”

“Think we could keep it hot for the trip back? Not that I’ll have to be cold or anything.”

“Perhaps if we wrap it well it may preserve heat for a day, but likely no more.”

“We could always stop for another fire.”

“Is hot food all any of you are thinking about?”

“Yes,” They all say, or some variation of it, and Red has to laugh.

“It’s a good thing none of you live in Hebra.”

“I did,” Zelda reminds him. “You’re a freak of nature. No one likes the climate here.”

“I do!”

“You also claim to enjoy Eldin Canyon’s climate.”

“I do!”

“Freak of nature,” Zelda says, as though proving a point, and makes an exaggerated gesture towards her brother.

There are murmurs of assent among them, and every single one of them gets mercilessly soaked by Red before they go.

When they do, it’s reluctantly, back outside in very little clothing to make their much anticipated hot meal, and there’s never been a fire started quicker.

Vio has the good sense to set it under an overhang, so no snow dampens the wood or their clothes, and they throw everything they have together into a potluck that could admittedly taste better (but the fact that it’s hot excuses the flavor, for the time being).

“We should rest here for the night,” Blue suggests, mostly because she has no intention of putting the fire out anytime soon.

Red is halfway to the fire with a flask of water, which she has half a mind to “accidentally” “spill” before it gets to where it’s going. “I thought you guys wanted to start back for the stable.”

“I think we want the fire,” Blue insists, and takes a defensive stance in front of the logs.

“Are you guys sure?”

He’s overruled in a 5-1 vote, so he shrugs and sets the water to boil and lays in the snow, completely comfortable.

“Red, that’s not healthy, get on a blanket at least.”

Stubbornly he settles into the drift, and bats away his sister’s hands.

“Red, you’re going to freeze.”

“It’ll be warm here in a minute.”

“Your clothes are going to get soaked again.”

“The fire’s right there.”

Zelda sighs, turns to Blue. “Blue, please tell him he’s going to freeze.”

“Red, you’re going to freeze.”

“I’m fine!”

“Can you at least get a blanket? At least that?”

“Oh, fine.” He reaches towards Vio, refuses to move. “Vio, could you get me my bedroll?”

He does, and drapes it over Red, hiding him from sight, and passes a cup of hot milk under for him.

“Red-”

“He is not here at the moment,” Vio says.

“You’re siding with him?”

“Snow makes a sufficient insulator if you are not exposed to wind. There is a fire five feet away, regardless. He is in no danger of hypothermia.”

Red shouts “Ha!”, muffled as it is by the bedroll, and pushes out an empty cup from under it. A minute later he pushes it down, exposes the top half of his face. “Can’t breathe with this on me,” He says, by way of explanation, and folds his arms behind his head. “But Vio knows.”

Zelda turns an accusing look on Vio. “You said he was in no danger.”

“I said he was in no danger of hypothermia. Freezing and suffocating are two very different things.”

“You did bury me in snow once,” Red points out, and grins at her. “When I was like, four. You said I was annoying you so you covered me up and walked off.”

“You weren’t supposed to stay in there!”

“Well, I didn’t know that, I just figured you’d come back when I was allowed to get out! The only reason I dug myself out was ‘cause I got hungry. Maybe if I hadn’t I woulda frozen to death.”

“Zelda,” Green says in a mock-gasp. “Did you really?”

“What a mean sister, leaving her poor baby brother to freeze out in the snow.” Blue scoots over to affectionately ruffle Red’s hair. “I can’t believe you.”

“‘M’not a baby,” Red complains, but Blue shushes him, patting his cheek very obnoxiously.

“This poor tiny infant boy, abandoned,” She says, ignores Red’s swatting. “Red, just a small little teeny tiny- Vio, help me out.”

“Minuscule?”

“-Minuscule baby infant-”

“Okay, Blue, we get it!”

“-All alone out in the cold bitter wild, waiting for his neglectful sister to come back for him-”

“It wasn’t like that,” Zelda argues, but she’s laughing.

“She let me try shield surfing when I was only five,” He adds, “Just sat me on it and shoved me down a hill. I was lucky I didn’t break my neck.”

“You’re just trying to get me in trouble, huh?”

“And this other time she had me build a fire all by myself, and I was, like, practically straight out of the womb-”

“You were six.”

“Only six years to my name, starting fires! And she gave me a knife to hunt with like a year later!”

“I am sorry to have to say this, but I will have to take custody of him,” Vio says, deadpan, “Clearly you are an unfit guardian for this child.”

“I’m not a child!”

“I will have to find him a foster that knows how to appropriately care for him.”

“I’ll take him,” Shadow says, and is immediately and unanimously vetoed.

“Red’s my new son,” Blue announces, pulls him up from his snow bed and cradles him dramatically against her chest, pins his arms when he tries to push away, laughing. “Everyone, Red’s my new son. And Vio can be godfather.”

“What am I?” Green asks.

“You’re the weird uncle.”

“So I’m your brother now?”

“…I take that back, weird cousin.”

“As my first decree as mother-”

“I do not think mothers issues decrees.”

“I decree that Red needs to clean his room.”

“I don’t have a room here!”

“Vio, he’s being defiant.”

“Teen angst,” Shadow suggests.

“Listen to your mother,” Vio chastises, “Tyrant though she is, you have no choice.”

“You guys are dumb,” Red snorts, shoves at Blue until she lets go and wraps himself in the bedroll. “I’m not a child. Green’s the youngest here, actually!”

“What, am I on the adoption block now?”

“I’ll be your mother too, but only ‘cause then I get to boss you around.”

“No way am I letting you do that.”

“Your children are out of line,” Shadow complains, in the best old-village-mother voice he can do. “Back in my day we sewed their mouths shut ‘til they were eighteen! Parents today, Hylia!”

“You can go to bed early, mister.”

“Blue, you’re taking this too far.”

“Do I hear back-talk?”

“For the love of Hylia-”

“That’s it, young man, you’re grounded.”

Green looks to Vio for something, but all he gets is a wry smirk and a shrug.

#four swords #shadow link #blue link #red link #vio link #green link #zelda #botw au #my au #this was. super fun #i love dumb little dialogues #anyways enjoy all 2150 words of this!! got a lot longer than i'd meant it to!!!#im working on the other asks too i just. cant resist dumb dialogues #my writing

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