Mr and mr malik. All of them. I'm just kidding (I'm not kidding). ♔ ♛. Pleighs.
♛ : Sharing a dessert
I am going to sleep early but this little scene could not wait until morning. I will do a part two for the first icon, Jenny. For now, an actual drabble-sized drabble (THOSE EXIST?) set in the twhis ‘verse (TO NO ONE’S SURPRISE) featuring Zarry on a date about ~three weeks after their first meeting
It isn’t like it’s a big deal, really. People do it all the time. It shouldn’t resonate with Harry but it kind of does.
“Wah wah wah wah?” Zayn says, his words a white noise. He’s currently spooning some of his cheesecake into his mouth. Harry lets his gaze linger on the way Zayn’s tongue wraps around the metal utensil but it doesn’t hold the same heat it usually would. He’s too distracted, a small bubble of hope rising in his chest.
“Hmm?” Harry asks, having vaguely registered a question being asked.
“I said: are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Harry says, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter. He tilts his head so his hair falls in front of his face, using his left hand to push his fringe back and fluff it a bit before picking up his fork and stabbing it into his chocolate mousse.
“You sure?” Zayn asks, setting his spoon down and reaching across the table, palm up. Harry slips his left hand forward, linking their fingers on instinct while Zayn continues. “You kind of have a tell when you’re lying.”
“I do not,” Harry says, finger pads pressing softly to the inside of Zayn’s wrist.
Zayn laughs, relaxed. “You always mess with your hair like that when you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m not,” Harry says quickly. “Not uncomfortable at all. Super comfy, me.”
The look Zayn gives him at that statement- one brow raised and lips pursed- is hands down a family trait as it’s the same expression he’d seen on Zayn’s dad’s face when he’d “met” Zayn’s parents over Facetime the weekend before. Really, he’d just been lazing around Zayn’s studio when they had called and he’d only been introduced as “my fri- Harry,” which wasn’t a big deal anyway. Harry wouldn’t want to truly meet the parents unless it was in person. But it had only taken a second for Yaser to get a read on the situation.
Zayn’s dad probably already hated the gangly alpha his son was hanging around.
The Look, though, is impressive no matter which Malik omega wears it.
“I’m just… you took a bite of my cake.”
Zayn frowns. “I didn’t even realise I did that,” he admits. “Do you not like sharing food?” he looks up to see Harry smiling and he seems to relax again. “Are you a Joey?” he teases.
Harry laughs, lifting their joined hands and leaning in to press a kiss to Zayn’s fingertips and then the back of his hand. “Baby,” he says, voice slipping low without his intention, “you can have the entire cake if you want it. I just- I love that you feel comfortable- to steal your word- with doing things like that. I love… it.”
Harry winces at his own awkward fumbling for words. They’ve only been seeing each other about three weeks, haven’t really talked much about what it is they are doing except for when Harry said he wasn’t planning on doing it with anyone else anytime soon. Zayn had just smiled, nodded, and crawled into Harry’s lap.
Now that he’s thinking about it again, Harry should actually bring up that topic again and just make sure that Zayn knows Harry doesn’t want him doing anything with anyone else, either.
Pushing aside the jealousy that threatens to crop up, Harry looks up at Zayn through his lashes. Zayn’s smiling, cheeks flushed in the dim light from the restaurant. “I love that me stealing your food is something you enjoy. It’s bound to happen a lot.”
Harry beams, kissing the back of his hand again. “I’m really good at sharing.”
Au where something happens and Levi goes into a coma for like a month and Eren vists him in the hospital every day, worried that he won’t be the same or even wake up.
And one day while he’s visiting, Levi opens his eyes. And he’s all emotional and teary eyed like “Levi..?” And Levi just turns to him and stares for like three seconds before saying, “Eren, is the house clean?”
sorry if that was overelaborating the point but basically, we are not entitled to your emotions or opinions, and sometimes i think some asks can forget that. i don't think it's ever fair for people to dump you with a lot of their own personal stuff just because you are honest about your own life on here, is what i'm saying :)
wah no not at all!! you’re probably right. i just wouldn’t wanna discourage anyone from seeking help if they were feeling bad. i know what it’s like to feel trapped and have no one to turn to. i don’t feel forced to reply to advice asks at all, i genuinely do want to help. i just need people to know that i definitely do not have all the answers :)