This is the cloud that lives in my apartment, her name is Rosalind Franklin (Frankie for short) and she has unusually sharp bits for a cloud that she likes to use on me when I don’t feed her soon enough
Here’s Who Probably Has A Crush On You Based On Your Myers-Briggs Personality Type
MBTI enthusiasts were asked which Myers-Briggs personality type they’re most attracted to, based on
their own personality type. There was a
visible trend in which types are crushing on which other types. Check
out the responses below to learn who’s probably sweet on you!
ENFP- Who’s crushing on you: The quiet, nerdy one. They’re focused, composed and together. You’re scattered,
enthusiastic and charming. At a first glance it might not be a match
made in heaven but something about your quick wit and fearless charisma
keeps drawing them back to you. Try giving this combination a shot – you
may be surprised to find that their intensity and firmness balances you
out in all the right ways.
INTJ - Who’s crushing on you: The emotionally intense one. They’re introspective, analytical and artistic. You’re intense,
intellectual and emotionally guarded. You may see them as overly
whimsical but they see you as a challenge. This emotionally intelligent
type wants to break down your walls and understand what’s beneath your
cool, rational exterior. Though the thought of this may send alarm bells
screeching through your mind, don’t be so quick to write them off. They
may prove themselves imperative to helping you unlock parts of yourself
you never knew existed –and you may just grow immeasurably from it.
ENTJ - Who’s crushing on you: The scatterbrained genius. They’re analytical, entrepreneurial and just a little out of touch
with the world that surrounds them. You’re practical, put-together and
high achieving. Though you never pictured yourself with someone so
scattered, this mismatched prodigy may just be the yin to your yang.
They’re enticed by your no-nonsense, put-together attitude. And if you
gave them the time of day, you’d quickly learn that they have the brains
to fuel it all. Together you could be the perfect team – but you’re
going to have to make the first move. They keep forgetting to.
ENTP - Who’s crushing on you: The softhearted brainiac. They’re sharp, put-together and secretly harbouring a bleeding heart.
You’re dynamic, quick-witted and tirelessly analytical. You may not
have noticed them watching you, but they’ve been analyzing your every
move for months now. This highly introspective type has you figured out
in ways that you don’t even have you figured out – and discovering this
will be a shock to your system. Something about the fierce precision
this type possesses will endlessly compel you. You’ll want to break
their walls down to understand exactly how they tick – except their
walls don’t come down easily. Both of you love a good puzzle, and
figuring each other out may just be one of the most passionate
endeavours you ever undertake.
ENFJ - Who’s crushing on you: The artistic one. They’re creative, individualistic and a little bit
head-in-the-clouds. You’re warm, put-together and nurturing. They’re
taking their time to approach you, to the point where you may not even
have noticed that they’re crushing. But this highly introspective type
is drawn to your organized, empathetic nature. Even if you haven’t
spoken yet, chances are they have a painting, poem or song that they
composed with you in mind. You inspire them and they could do the same
for you. Just give them some time to move in closer – their emotional
depth will intoxicate and challenge you.
ESTJ - Who’s crushing on you: The sensible, selfless one. They’re sensible, selfless and sweet. You’re motivated, driven and
dominant. They admire the no-nonsense attitude you bring to the table
and suspect that somewhere below your tough exterior, you’re hiding a
heart. This compassionate yet self-motivated type may be exactly what
you need – their dedication balances your drive and they bring out the
soft side in you. But don’t worry – they won’t tell anyone else that you
INFJ - Who’s crushing on you: The intellectual badass. They’re intense, unconventional and into pushing boundaries. You’re
composed, introspective and guarded. This type is simultaneously your
worst nightmare and your dream come true. They won’t be shy in
approaching you and trying to get down to the bottom of what makes you
tick. They’re natural puzzle-solvers and your eloquent composure is one
giant question mark to them. They want to break down your walls and show
you a whole new world – one that may just be thrilling in all the right
ways, if you let it be.
ISFP - Who’s crushing on you: The nurturing friend. They’re kind, collected and community-minded. You’re artistic,
adventurous and full of heart. You may only think of them as a friend –
the one who’s always happy to pick you up after a long night out or
relish your latest piece of art. But they’ve been secretly marveling
over your artistic nature and thoughtful presence for a while now. They
want to get to know you better – they simply aren’t sure if you feel the
same way. Drop them a hint if you do – you two may just balance each
other out in all the right ways.
ESTP - Who’s crushing on you: The sweet one. They’re unassuming, nurturing and selfless. You’re outgoing,
adventurous and capable. You may not have noticed them admiring you from
the sidelines but once you do, you’ll have no idea how you ever missed
them. You’ll be pleasantly surprised by their sweetness and genuineness.
This nurturing type sincerely wants what’s best for you and in exchange
they ask only that you light up their life with your haphazard charm.
They’ll be your soft place to fall if you’ll be their superhero –
together, the two of you could make a dream team.
ISTJ - Who’s crushing on you: The party animal. They’re impulsive, outgoing and excitable. You’re steady, reliable
and strong. Nobody would ever put the two of you together, but they’ve
been secretly admiring you from the spotlight. This scattered type
respects your firm resolve and feels surprisingly balanced out by you.
Chances are they’ll be moving in on you any day now – they just aren’t
100% sure if you feel the same way. It’s time to give them something to
go on if you do.
ISFJ - Who’s crushing on you: The superhero. They’re outgoing, confident and capable. You’re compassionate,
reliable and organized. No matter how much of a show they put on in
front of others, something about you has them weak in the knees. This
straight-shooting type is comfortable with going for what they want, but
they’ve been secretly longing for someone to come home to. And you’re
the exact type of person they have in mind.
INFP - Who’s crushing on you: The together one. They’re organized, capable and kind. You’re intense, analytical and a
wee bit out of touch with the world that surrounds you. And something
about your accidental aloofness is insanely attractive to them. This
kind, nurturing type has been admiring you for the depth and
authenticity you bring to every task you undertake. They know that with
your vision and their practical skills, the two of you could make a
dream team. Now if you’d only stop pursuing all those other tortured
artists for long enough to notice them…
ISTP - Who’s crushing on you: The whimsical one. They’re sensual, spiritual and adventurous. You’re laid-back, logical
and grounded. Something about your capable nature is endlessly
attractive to their fanciful one – and they want to get to know you
better. The good news is, you already run in the same crowds. You’ll
notice them getting a little bit closer each time you hang out –and
don’t be quick to write them off. If you do eventually get together,
they might just provide the exact mix of sensuality and camaraderie that
you’ve been looking for.
INTP - Who’s crushing on you: The class clown. They’re witty, outgoing and goofy. You’re logical, introspective and
aloof. Something about your standoffish nature presents itself as a
challenge to this gregarious type –they want to find out what’s under
your shell. It may not be a match made in heaven, but it’s worth giving a
shot. You share a love for the unconventional and that might just
include each other.
ESFJ - Who’s crushing on you: The scattered romantic. They’re whimsical, artistic and idealistic. You’re warm, generous and
together. Your compassionate yet put-together persona is attractive to
their bleeding heart. With your practicality and their romanticism, the
two of you could make a dream team. But you might have to make the first
move – they’re too busy expressing their affection in their artwork to
actually let you know they’re interested in you.
ESFP - Who’s crushing on you: The strong, silent one. They’re resilient, reliable and steadfast. You’re gregarious,
excitable and free-spirited. You may not have noticed them admiring you
from the sidelines but they’re charmed by your charismatic nature and
they want to get to know you much better. You two might just provide the
exact balance one another needs – they’re simply waiting for you to
finally take notice that they’ve been there all along.
Sometimes you gotta make your own ship content, be the change you want to see in the world. Messy but fun comic, and a little fic under the cut. I’m most definitely not a writer, and incredibly rusty, but enjoy nonetheless?
What a great idea from my friend at @macrolit :) Had to give it a go. I’ve omitted “A’s” and “The’s” from most of the titles for sake of flow.
A - American Gods by Neil Gaiman - A wandering modern “fantasy” that felt keenly poignant to me having grown up in the midwest. You’ll need patience for this one but this book is truly about the journey not the destination.
B - Bloody Jack by L.A. Meyer - I’ll be honest, I never finished this series. It got a little overblown but the characters are so genuine that I held out a lot longer than I would expect of myself. This first book though is the definition of a classic middle reader. Lot of Adventure and a lovable, fierce, albeit flawed, female protagonist.
C - Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess - I used to read this book every summer. It’s a rough read with some explicit violence (sexual and otherwise) but an important one I think. I recommend reading the “British” publishing which has 21 chapters (the publishers took out the last one for American audiences, because apparently we don’t like character redemption and growth *eyeroll*). The real genius of this book is the vernacular Burgess created from scratch that is truly like reading another language at first.
D - Darker Shade of Magic by V.E. Schwab - Not to be cliche but I find that a lot of the titles Booklr obsesses over in the YA genre to be par-baked at best. Not the case with this series! Well developed characters that exist beyond their actions and exhibit real emotional complexity without relying on tropes and a plot that kept me turning and turning pages!
Plot: Harry is convinced he has to teach Y/N how to drive.
Hope you enjoy this story! The gif isn’t mine as I would certainly not be here if I’d ever been given he chance to sit that close to Harry.
This really wasn’t going even half as well as he’d promised me it would and slowly my faith in him and especially in his so called teaching skills began to subside. Harry was much braver than me and time had taught him how when he set his mind to something there was most likely a success to be found. I on the other hand knew what failure was and after having discovered my lack of skill when it came to driving and everything else even remotely car related I’d quickly given up all together. However Harry wouldn’t have it.
“Driving is not a big deal,” he’d groaned after learning of my fear, “And I’ll prove that tomorrow just so you know. You’re ridiculous.”
“Over are the days when you preached nothing but how wonderful you find me, huh?” I’d let my head roll back and turned to my boyfriend with a pout, “Guess the romance really does die before you know it.”
To this he’d laughed and I’d shrieked when his hands were grasping my ankles and pulling me onto his lap, where he’d then continued to tackle and kiss me noisily until I’d been convinced of how very present his love for me still was.
Secretly I had hoped he’d let the subject go, I really did. But Harry had a very persistent side to him. So that’s how I’d ended up here in the driver seat of his car with his watchful eyes set on every move I made. My shaking hands had never before been this sweaty and I was red with embarrassment at how they even left a palm print on the steering wheel whenever I moved to brush the key. This was awful and for what had to be the tenth time I wondered why I always let him do this kind of stuff to me. A shaky breath left my lips and I glanced at Harry with uncertain eyes only to be met by his wide and confident smile.
“I don’t think I can do this, Harry.”
My voice was much thinner than expected, making his smile widen and his eyes warming with sympathy. He leaned in and his lips caught my cheek in a soft peck.
“You do look a little stressed out, love.” Harry chuckled against my skin before gently brushing his hand against my leg.
“What if I crash your car?” I asked, aware of how much he loved the blue vehicle he’d even jokingly named ‘Bradley’, “Or run over a cat? Harry, what if-”
“You’re not chickening out of this now,” Harry spoke whilst rolling his eyes, “I learned how to drive the moment I turned 18 and passed with ease and in one try only.”
I turned to him with arched brows. “Have I ever mentioned that I just love how humble you are?”
“Shut up,” Harry chuckled and squeezed my knee before withdrawing his touch and gesturing towards the wheel. “C'mon. The key’s there to be turned.”
My fingers still shook and I reluctantly touched the small object. It felt wrong and thinking of it now perhaps my feet didn’t reach the pedals well enough either… I turned to Harry once more. “But what when-”
“Y/N, I’m right next to you,” Harry huffed impatiently, “Should anything happen I’m here to step in, alright?”
With serious eyes he nodded towards the keys and I bit my lip, doubts clouding my head as I slowly turned it. Harry laughed when I jumped at the sound of the car coming to life and reached out to rub my shoulder in effort to ease the tension.
“Okay,” Harry hummed lowly, still incredibly calm considering he was sitting next to an emotional wreck, “Now you slowly release the clutch while giving it a little gas. Gently, Y/N. But don’t be shy, just-”
“I’m supposed to be gentle and not shy at the same time? How is that supposed to work, I-”
“It’s fine, c'mon,” Harry reassured me, “Yes, good! Just like that.”
Harry smiled as I slowly followed his instructions and I shrieked in happy surprise as the car moved. Oh god.
My hands held on to the wheel so tightly the whites of my knuckles became visible and I felt so hot I was certain my forehead was dripping with sweat.
“You’re driving!” Harry exclaimed, “Good girl I knew you could do it! Now turn left over there.”
“Why do you sound so surprised and turn left where?” I panicked and Harry’s hand acted quick in grabbing mine and forcing it to stay on the wheel before I could pull away.
“We’re on an empty parking space, love, turn left wherever you want so we’re going in a circle, yeah? At your own time.”
Harry’s ability to stay calm astounded me and he even managed to genuinely smile at me. My panicked state didn’t anger him at all. My teeth sunk into my lower lip as I did what he’d asked and my eyes widened when the car obeyed my commands.
“Oh my god it’s working!” I cried out, eyes finding Harry’s happy expression. I couldn’t remember a time when my heart had hammered in my chest like this before.
“You’re doing great, baby!” he encouraged and I blushed at the pride in his tone, “Eyes on the road, though, love. Know how much you like my face but right now-”
“Please wait to be a narcissist until I’m no longer in the position of potentially killing us both, okay? Does that work for you?”
Harry laughed. “Alright, sorry.”
We continued to drive in a circle and my mood increasingly got better the longer I got to enjoy my success, until Harry decided that he wanted to teach me how to park. Now this did not work out at all and frankly it annoyed me how he didn’t let me enjoy myself a little longer. I insisted that the space he’d chosen was too narrow for his far too large vehicle and got frustrated the longer he refused to let me give up. I could tell Harry really tried to remain patient with me and I loved him for it but even though we were on an empty parking space I could see how much closer we were coming to the wall of one of the buildings surrounding us. What if I couldn’t reach the break in time? Or if the wheel didn’t turn properly and we’d crash? Parking was the one thing many drivers struggled with anyway wasn’t it? Why the hell did he need me to humiliate myself, now?
With a forceful push I stepped down onto the break bringing the car to an abrupt halt that jolted Harry and myself forward.
“Fucking hell, what now?” he cried out.
“I wanted to check if the break worked,” I apologized, my breathing harsh, “Sorry.”
“Warn me next time, love. Bradley isn’t the youngest anymore, please remember that.”
“Right,” I murmured, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, love,” Harry assured, his hand finding mine to squeeze my palm, “You’re being a baby chicken but it’s endearing and I love you regardless so-”
“Oh stop it,” I rolled my eyes, “I love you as well but if you don’t shut up I’ll make Bradley kiss that wall over there.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Hope you liked it! Personally I can’t drive so I hope what H is saying in this one shot makes somewhat sense. Thank you to @deuxghosts for the help! x
BTS reaction to you, a fan, having self-harm scars.
❀I know this is a rather delicate subject so I want to let every single one of you that’s reading this know that if you’re struggling with anything, going through hard times or if you simply need someone to talk to, you can always send me a message and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help in any way that I can. I’ve been there and self-harm is no way for anyone to cope with their feelings. I love you ❀
fire moons (aries/leo/sagittarius), emotionally, need candor. they need to let their feelings be known as their feelings are generally sweltering at the surface. they’re independent emotionally; they don’t need much sympathy/empathy, they don’t even need someone to be an active listener to their thoughts. having the words come out, the sound of the truth coming from their mouths, is enough for them. in return they expect the same level of candidness.
fire moon + fire venus
action, honesty, and fun! a fire heart with a flame that illuminates the sky while in love. these lovers need for things to be kept intense while simultaneously blithe. if you have something to say? SAY IT. want to dive right into something? DO IT. a partner of this combo will have you playing with fire on the regular. this ball of fire may find its embers landing on someone else and seeming a bit too friendly but they know where their loyalty stands. they like games but only honest games. an aries venus is the runner, a leo venus is the roar from the crowd, and a sagittarius venus is the marathon
fire moon + earth venus
while the fire moon will crave a bit of brashness, the earthy venus will crave stability. it’ll be similar to having an actual campfire; though the flame is apparent, you’ll need to be mindful of the logs necessary to keep this flame ablaze. they’ll speak their mind and need a level of grounding in love. friendship will likely be of crucial importance for them as it entails being comfortable enough to openly share feelings and knowing there’s a foundation between them.
fire moon + air venus
talk, talk, talk! this combo will always have something to say and it’ll usually pour from their mouths. casual and to the point is how it is what is wanted, ideally. overly emotional may not be apparent or appealing but what emotions they have will be vocalized. they’ll need tons of unsparing stimulation. keep it lively and easygoing.
patience will also be a great trait for their partner because fire and air only creates trouble, so their heart and head can be ablaze to the point of no control in matters of love.
fire moon + water venus
this fire is more of a glow at first and will flare up as the intensity escalates. they want to be frank but they also want to be unconditionally loving towards their partner. they’ll be fiercely loyal and demonstrate passion in their affection. some truth and tlc is necessary for this combination. fire and water can eliminate each other but under controlled circumstances it will turn into steam so they can be a bit clouded while in love but its a cloud with nothing but love. a forest fire with a side of tsunami is a brief relation to how intense and untamed their love can be. they may internalize this chaos and lose themselves through how enraptured they can become.
Could you write an imagine where you’re dating Tyler and you go on tour with them both and one night they have a party at their bus with a couple other bands they’re touring with (of your choice) and you’re both super drunk and you see Tyler flirting with another girl and get super jealous and he ends up making out with her or something and you get super upset and go to the back room to talk to josh about it and you can end it however you like, sorry this is so long! I just love your imagines!<3
This is such a sick request cause I don’t get a lot of Tyler requests and it’s so detailed which is so nice cause I know exactly what to write and just afdjka thanks anon!
(Also hi??? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?)
Warnings: light cheating, alcohol
Your boyfriend Tyler and his yellow-haired best friend jog off stage as the encore confetti continues to rain down on the roaring crowd and the arena lights come up. Tyler quickly makes his way over to where you were standing in the wings and wraps you in his sweaty arms, kissing you.
“How was it, babe?” he asks.
“Brilliant, as always,” you reply and he kisses you again with a grin.
You all begin to walk back to the dressing rooms so the boys can shower before heading out to the buses. Backstage isn’t the normal mess of people trying to get everything packed so it can be loaded onto trucks and shipped off to the next venue, since the boys have another show here the next night. And that means one thing and one thing only: a party.
It’s tour tradition that whenever the band has an extra night at a venue, they take a break from writing after the show and have a little get together with the crew and supporting bands. The boys are always reluctant to call them parties, but anybody who’s ever been lucky enough to attend one knows that they usually got out of hand rather quickly.
Tyler and Josh head off toward the showers while you go out to the bus to see that Mark is already preparing a bonfire and snack/booze table outside the boys’ bus.
“It’s gonna be a good one tonight, Y/N. We haven’t had one in ages and the venue left all this laying out,” he says to you as he sees you approach, gesturing to a table of food and alcohol.
“I’m sure it will be,” you say, climbing onto the bus and leaving him to finish setting up.
The boys come out about an hour later after getting cleaned up and doing meet and greets. The crew, Mutemath, and Chef Special all show up shortly after, and the party is in full swing. Alcohol flowing, dance music blasting, and a raging bonfire at the center of it all. The air is crisp, but not cold, and the fire combined with the dancing and alcohol is keeping everyone comfortably warm.
You and Tyler haven’t seen much of each other since the party started, both swept up in socializing with your friends. But you have been keeping an eye on him throughout the party as his steps get sloppier as the alcohol takes over his system. It’s not that you don’t think he can handle himself; you know he can. You just worry about him, and he does the same with you.
But you haven’t seen his familiar head of black hair in a bit, and the alcohol clouding your thoughts certainly isn’t aiding your search. The last you saw, he was hanging around the bonfire next to some blonde you recognized as one of Chef Special’s crew. You hadn’t thought much of it, but you couldn’t help the sting of jealousy and fear in your chest as you realize you can’t find the likes of her either.
You try not to panic. You know Tyler as well as anyone, and you know he would never do something like this. Never. He’s your Tyler. But, when he’s drunk… You aren’t sure.
You stumble through the small crowd of people and find Josh, doing your best to get your point across in your drunken state.
“Where.. Tyler?” is all you can manage to get out.
Josh chuckles slightly as he is significantly more sober than most people here.
“Last I saw he was hanging with Beth from the Chef Special crew, but I haven’t seen him in a while,” he replies.
Beth. Beth. The name leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You had never even spoken to her and you already don’t like her.
You nod slightly and shuffle off to go look for your boyfriend. You stumble onto the bus and chug a bottle of water to sober up while simultaneously looking in Tyler’s bunk for any sign of him.
Your mind feeling slightly cleared, though still not up to normal capacity, you head around the back of the bus and finally Tyler’s familiar frame. The only problem is that that frame is pressing against Beth’s small one, their lips locked in a heated make out session that’s masked by the shadows of the bus.
Your mind seems to be baffled by what your eyes see so clearly. You try to deny what is clearly taking place right in front of you. You can’t seem to comprehend how he could ever dream of doing that to you.
You’re too angry to cry, too hurt to trust your voice to speak up, too confused to act. So you stand there for what feels like an eternity, stunned as your world crashes down around you.
You’re not sure what makes him do it, but Tyler looks up about a minute after you arrive, the alcoholic glaze over his eyes immediately being replaced with regret.
“Y/N…” he says as he abandons Beth and rushes toward you, grabbing your hand, but you immediately yanking it away.
“Don’t touch me,” you spit at him. The anger in your voice is challenged by the tears that finally seem to catch up to your brain and you turn to go anywhere but here.
Tyler trails you back to the party, but you lose him in the crowd of people. You spot Josh once again as the tears fall down your cheeks and his brows furrow as he sees you. You turn to get on the bus with Josh following close behind.
You slam the bus door shut before anyone can follow you and you are immediately met with a the sound of a fist pounding on the closed door as you lean your weight on it to keep the rest of the world out.
“Y/N, open up. I just want to talk,” Josh says.
You hesitate for a moment. That’s Tyler’s best friend. What if he’s just trying to get you to talk to Tyler? But then again, you and Josh had grown quite close in the time you had been dating Tyler. He cared for you like a sister. You reluctantly crack the door open and he pushes inside.
He shuts and locks the door behind him and immediately pulls you into a hug as you sob into his shoulder. Your hands remain rigid at your side, unable to reciprocate the gesture.
“It’s ok, you’re ok,” he softly says into your ear, but something about this sets you off and you shake him off abruptly.
“Is it? Because I just saw Tyler making out with some blonde behind the bus,” you say curtly, the tears still spilling down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t know,” he says, and you instantly feel bad for snapping at him.
You stand in silence for a minute before he breaks it again.
“I’m not going to try to defend Tyler, if that’s what you’re thinking. You can talk to me, if you want,” he offers.
You hesitate, but remember that he’s really all you have on this tour except Tyler, and now it looks as if you might not even have him anymore. You’re grateful for Josh’s offer as you sit down on the couch and he sits next to you, ready to listen.
“I just.. I got worried about him because I know he can get irrational when he drinks and I went looking for him and there he was, behind the bus with her and then he tried to talk to me and I ran…” you pause. It really isn’t much of a story, but it helps you to say it out loud. “I don’t want it to be real, but now I’m on this tour with you guys and I can’t afford to go home but I can’t stay and see him every day and I don’t know if I can forgive him. Not now, not ever…”
Your stomach sinks at the thought of breaking up with Tyler.
“Y/N… I know I said I wouldn’t defend him, and I won’t. There is no excuse for what he did. But, Tyler loves you. He needs you-” Josh starts, but you interrupt.
“And I need him. I love him. But… I can’t stay with someone who hurts me. I’ve done it before and I can’t do it again. It will kill me. No matter what I do, it will kill me. I just… I thought Tyler and I were it, you know? I never imagined myself with anyone else,” you stop as a fresh wave of tears washes over you. “He said,” your voice shakes. “He said he would never hurt me.”
Josh pulls you into his chest again, and this time, you welcome it, clutching Josh’s back for dear life.
A pounding on the door pulls you from Josh’s embrace and both of your heads whip toward the door.
“Y/N!” Tyler shouts from the other side of the closed door. “Y/N, please!”
The desperation in his voice breaks your heart and you turn back to Josh.
“Josh, I can’t. I can’t see him,” you start to panic. “Josh, do something, please.”
“It’s ok, I’ll deal with it,” he says, getting up from the couch and walking to the door.
Your gaze goes anywhere but the door as you hear Josh crack it open and Tyler’s frantic voice carries into the bus.
“Josh, you gotta let me in, man. Please, I just need to talk to her. I can explain-” he bargains.
“Tyler, she doesn’t want to see you. Just, go find somewhere else to spend the night,” Josh stands his ground.
You can no longer hear the noise from the party, so you assume everyone else has gone off to bed.
You sneak a glance at Tyler and his red ringed eyes are already on you. He’s clearly been crying. The sight of him brings fresh tears to your eyes once again.
“Y/N, please. I know I messed up-”
“Tyler, just go,” Josh interrupts him before he can even start.
Tyler simply nods and turns away from the door. Josh shuts it once again and turns back to you.
“I think I just need to go to bed,” you say and he nods.
“Wake me up if you need anything. I mean it,” he says as you walk back to your bunk.
You’re grateful in this moment that you and Tyler have separate bunks. Sure, you usually end up sleeping in the same one, but you don’t think you could bear spending the night in a bunk that smells only of his cologne.
But you still lay awake all night, unable to find sleep. Tonight blurs into the next day as the sun breaks the horizon. Maybe you did sleep, maybe you didn’t, but all you know is that you’re dead tired and you feel downright numb.
You walk out to the small kitchen to find Josh sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, as well as one across from him, presumably for you.
You grab the mug gratefully and sip the bitter liquid.
“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice groggy.
“I didn’t,” you reply honestly, and he looks at you sympathetically. “I think I need to go home.”
He nods, as if he already knew what you were going to do.
“But I don’t think I know where that is anymore,” you croak out, your voice hoarse from all the crying you’ve done over the past 12 hours.
You can’t go back to your apartment. You shared it with Tyler. It will be too hard to be surrounded by all things Tyler. You don’t know where you’re supposed to go, but you know that you can’t be here anymore.
Josh gets up from the table. You don’t pay too much attention to where he goes; you’re too caught up in your own thoughts. He comes back about 15 minutes later with his computer.
“I can get you on a flight out of here in an hour, if you’re sure this is what you want,” he says.
A smile ghosts over your lips.
“It’s not what I want. But, it’s what I need,” you say and he nods in understanding.
“I’m gonna use Tyler’s account. The least he can do, after all this, is buy your ticket out,” he says and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.
You mouth ‘thank you’ across the table to Josh, not trusting your voice. He just nods.
He leaves and comes back, this time with your suitcase, already packed.
“I went ahead and just packed for you. It’s the least I can do. I can mail you whatever I forgot,” he says with a laugh.
He prints your boarding pass and hands it to you as you slip on your shoes and hoodie, taking the handle of your suitcase.
“I’ll drive you to the airport,” he says, but you shake your head.
“You’ve done more than enough for me. I can’t thank you enough,” you say and he pulls you into a tight hug for what feels like the millionth time in the last day.
“Just… Promise me you’ll talk to him? You don’t have to change your mind, but just hear him out. I care about you both too much for this to be it for you two,” he says and you nod.
You turn to the door and head down the stairs with your suitcase. As you open the door, you see Tyler curled up under his jacket on the ground next to the door. He doesn’t wake as you walk past him toward the cab Josh called for you, and you’re glad. You need to get out of here, and you’re not sure you could’ve done it if he had gotten to speak to you before you left.
You world is in shambles as you board a plane away from the person you used to call home.
Sorry this doesn’t have a happy ending, but I just lowkey don’t like cheating fics that end happy cause cheating is so terrible ??? Idk maybe I’ll do a part two, if someone wants it.
She wakes up to the heavy sound of pans crashing to the floor downstairs, and a cold draft of air brushing over her bare shoulder. Harry had told her that he liked to sleep with the ceiling fan on, but the A/C as well? Was the man raised by Father Christmas himself?
Her hands press around Harry’s white comforter in search for a shirt or maybe a robe to cover her barely clothed body. She’d find some way to keep more of the chilled air to hit any more of her skin. She eventually finds the silk button-up she planned on going to sleep in, down on the floor near Harry’s side of the bed; in the process of picking the shirt up, she finds herself feeling somewhat like a 5-year-old with her very first crush when she thinks about her having her own side of the bed. Of his bed.
When her shirt is somewhat buttoned up, she slips on Harry’s house shoes left by his ensuite bathroom and begins to make her way down the steps. There’s a bit of smoke clouding the area around the kitchen, but the smell coming from the large space was anything but unpleasant. She watched his bare back plate the food on a cute breakfast tray she remembers him buying the other day. He jumps, turning around to face her when he hears his shoes she was wearing slide against the marble tile.
“What are y’- Babe, no.”
She laughs at his peeved expression moving around the counter to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Harry, it’s 6 in the morning. What are you doing up?”
“I was makin’ you food. Breakfast on your first night over, you’ve gone and ruined that now, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, I was the one that dropped whatever woke me up.”
He can’t help but crack a sheepish smile. “The oil splashed all over the damn handle– impossible to get a grip.”
“Do you need help carrying it to the table?” She moves to pick up a slice of a strawberry before Harry moves to swat her hands away.
“Breakfast in bed, minus the sausages I dropped. Get y’cute ass upstairs and pretend to sleep.”
She’s now the one to swat as his hands with a smile when he tries to grab squeeze of her bum. “One night of sex and you’ve already had a confidence boost?“
“Can’t help it.” he calls as she begins to scurry up his stairs.
“Give me 3 minutes to brush my teeth!”
He’d surprised her with a desk that morning, the main reason he had woken up at 4 in the morning and slept the rest of the day. She appreciated his gesture nonetheless, thankful for him taking the time to build the pesky (and very complicated) piece of furniture.
Every morning since he’d placed the desk on the left wall of his room (right under the window so that she could have the best amount of light), she’d be sat in the comfortable chair he’d provided just a few days later, doing last minute paperwork or typing away for an essay due the following night –her favorite morning talk show playing in the background.
He’d always toss a small pillow at the back of her head when he was finally awake, then spend 10 full minutes trying to convince her to get back in the bed for one last cuddle before she left for school.
When he looks over at the desk now, it’s empty. Her plush fleece sweater was no longer hung over the back of her chair, her laptop wasn’t sitting atop of the surface, displaying a PDF of a book she’s never been able to go out and buy a physical copy of. The desk looked dead, in fact– the light poking through the blinds brought anything but nice thoughts. She left her favorite pencil holders and he wonders if she’d be able to write a “good arse essay” without her lucky pen that was now sitting in an unused cabinet with the rest of her things she forgot.