Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.
Word Count: 1,700
Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Desperation, Reference to sex, Loneliness, Cursing
(Boyf Riends 12) “I found you—snuggling with my jacket, peacefully asleep”
“Harder!” The voice of some chick getting it in moaned out. Thank god for low quality cable porn.
“Probably faking it.” Jeremy mumbled, sinking into the beanbag chair in his best friend’s basement. He scratched the top of his head, feeling…strange. Not his usually uncomfortable strange this was a …something wasn’t right strange. First off, he wasn’t really into the porn. Secondly, he was watching it with a less interested Michael. Both of them were just staring off at the tv.
“His dick is probably fake too.” Michael added reaching over to grab more chips out of the bag. “The pizza in this looks good though.” Yet another delivery boy plot, did porn always come with such cookie cutter story? Did people watch porn for the story?
Jeremy shot his small, lack-daisy friend a look of curiosity. “Why are you looking at the guy’s dick” He smirked a bit trying to be funny. He half expected a half assed answer from Michael. Instead, Mr. Mell fell silent for a long moment and reached for the remote.
He turned off the tv and chucked the remote control across the room. “Why are we watching porn together?”
“Well…did you have something else to watch?”
Michael’s lips turned into a small frown, he didn’t have anything else in mind other than getting high and hanging around with his best friend.
Nothing but Michael didn’t want Jeremy to go … not yet. There wasn’t a need to get high or pretend to be, he felt a natural calm and joy radiating off his best friend right next to him. There wasn’t a need to get high or pretend to be, he felt a natural calm and joy radiating off his best friend right next to him. Jeremy was like the sun, all the warmth and none of the burn. “We can play some Mario Kart” Michael smiled. “What do you say player 2?”
His tall friend eyed up the controller being offered to him. He reached out, his long fingers brushing up against Michael’s hand. “I’m always game to be your player 2.” Jeremy, when he didn’t try so hard, could manage to be so smooth. Those beady blue eyes under a light frame of pale lashes, Michael’s little heart hammered against his ribs. Michael practically flung himself at the beanbag chair beside Jeremy’s. “Michael I swear to god if you pick rain–”
“RAINBOW ROAD BABY!” Michael wailed giving Jeremy a wink.
“You’re the kind of guy that likes to see the world burn, aren’t cha?” Jeremy pressed the palm of his hand against his face, hiding the flushed smile he sported. Michael’s outbursts never ceased to make him smile. Even if they did come at the expense of sounding all too lame. It was good lame, the lame that complimented Jeremy’s lame. They were two lames that managed to be cool when they were only exposed to each other.
Michael picked his character and kicked up his feet, sinking further into the beanbag. “No way, I’m all about sunshines and rainbows!~” The game began and the room was filled with grunts, empty threats, toying taunts and laughter. So much laughter echoed off the walls of his basement. They had enough noise to drown out the biggest party and to Michael this was the raddest party around. He needed nothing more than good times and his best… His…
Michael made the mistake of taking his eyes off the third lap, he watched Jeremy. The say he swayed as if he was really riding the turns of the course. His eyes wide with competitive excitement. His arms so far out past his knees he looked like he was going to nose dive into the tv. What a dork. What a cute…dork, Michael’s face felt warm. Then— “AHH I FELL OFF” He screeched watching as his character barreled down the endless abyss and Jeremy’s character crossed the finish line.
“HAAAA, Kiss my ass Michael~” Jeremy laughed so hard his nose wrinkled and a snort slipped out. He brought a hand to his mouth and tried to smother the unattractive nose out. Meanwhile Michael melted into his cushion. He pulled the collar of his red jacket, trying to hid his clearly smitten expression.
“Rematch and we’ll see about that ass kissin’” He bit his tongue a little, his voice just a touch to high and excited. Hours of laughter drifted into soft conversations between matches. Finally, Michael heard a delicate yawn come out of his long legged friend.
Jeremy leaned back against the beanbag, his body sinking into the cushion. Michael took that moment while Jeremy’s eyes were closed to look him over. His face looking more at ease than any time he had been high off Marley. “Mike…mind if I crash here?”
Michael felt a jolt of energy surge through him. It had been a good minute since Jeremy stayed over. “Course’ not!” The excitement was getting too real, he slid off his jacket and hopped to his feet. “I’ll get the spare pillows from upstairs” he started bounding up the stairs.
Jeremy chuckled and sleepily muttered just as Michael passed, “how are you always so happy, Mike?”
There was no answer. Michael scaled the stairs and went right to the linen closet. He pulled only the softest pillows and blanket for Jeremy. He felt his heart squeeze and everything in him coiled up like a tightly wound spring. He pressed the pillow against his face and sighed, what was he doing? These feelings, his crazy feelings for his best friend. “Stupid, stupid.” He shook his head, he couldn’t do this to himself. To Jeremy, it wasn’t fair. Why ruin this good thing they had? He wouldn’t, if keeping Jeremy meant hiding all these feelings for the rest of his life…then he would.
Once he calmed down he started back down the stairs. “Yo, I got you some quality linens, you can still smell the fabric softener in these puppies.” He chuckled and got no response. “Jer?” He peeked around and walked over to the beanbag and blushed. There was his best friend, his gangly long limbed bestie coiled awkwardly into a ball. Like he didn’t know how tall he really was, he tried to tuck those legs under Michael’s jacket he was using as a blanket. “A-ah…” He muttered watching as Jeremy pulled the jacket closer to his chest and held it close. “…you’re making it hard not to fall in love with you…especially when you’re snuggling my jacket, peacefully asleep like that…” He frowned a bit, his fingers itching to touch the small tuff of hair against his pale forehead.
The final part of the First Meet series, it’s our lil maknae’s turn okay but the thought of Kookie as a piercer is kinda fucking me up rn
Owns this lil piercing shop right across the street from the music store
Let me just paint you a picture of piercer!kook real quick
He’s got a lip piercing for sure (probably snake bites or spider bites, something along those lines) and he’s definitely got his ears pierced up
Probably has an eyebrow piercing too maybe a septum piercing probably a tongue piercing
Has a few tattoos
They all have meanings though and he can tell a story for each and every one he has
Always wears his infamous boots and ripped black skinny jeans and probably a white shirt that’s three sizes too big into work
Your friend actually works at his shop so when you tell him you want a piercing he literally just schedules you in without further questioning
He tells you Jungkook is really good and makes it painless and shows you all the piercings he’s gotten from the surprisingly young artist
You have to admit they look really nice so you agree and show up the next day for your appointment
When you walk in the shop it’s honestly actually really cool
The floor is this dark red and there are posters of various artists all over the walls
You walk over to your friend at the front desk and he can see you’re a bit nervous so he just gives you the same smile he gives to all of the customers and playfully asks for your name
It does earn him a smile and he can see your nerves calm down a bit
He takes you back to one of the rooms and tells you Jungkook will be in soon
The room is just as decorated as the rest of the store and you can see some of the artists you like on the posters and it makes you curious bc your friend always talked about Jungkook (he always threw in a “you’re his type btw and coincidentally he’s yours too, would you look at that?”)
In reality it only took Kook like two minutes to come in but to you it felt like an hour
When he did come in, you kinda forgot what you were there for tbh
The black jeans make his legs look longer and the white shirt accentuates how broad he is and he just looks really warm
You can see some of the tattoos he has on his arms and you can see one peeking out of the collar of his shirt and you find yourself wanting to ask him about them
But then he smiles and he just looks so innocent and young and you weren’t expecting that from someone who had piercings and tats everywhere
He sits down in front of you and introduces himself and his voice is almost melodic and your first thought is “I wanna hear him sing”
You tell him which piercing you want and you ask him if it hurt when he got his and he just laughs and shakes his head
He tells you it doesn’t hurt as much as you think it will and for some reason that calms you down entirely
Tbh just being around him is calming bc he seems so confident and you feel like you can trust him
He keeps his tone really light and casual and you don’t know if it’s just you or if he’s actually kinda flirting with you ???
Like at one point he’s marking your skin for the piercing and he leans in closer to see what he’s doing and he just says “you know, you have really pretty eyes"
Just like Jimin, he’s spring but he’s more of the middle of the night during spring
He’s pillow talk while the rain outside your window is muted by the slow soft music he’d started playing, he’s taking late night trips to the store for ice cream and running back home giggling bc the rain officially soaked you both, he’s the cliché of kissing under the rain and then forever teasing you about it bc that’s straight out of a movie but he’s the one who initiated it so he can’t really talk
He never stops talking to you and he asks you about your favorite artist and it ends up being his favorite too and his eyes light up and he starts asking you about the artist like what’s your favorite song? Favorite lyric? Favorite video?
You’re responding just as enthusiastically and honestly the both of you forget you’re supposed to be getting your piercing done until your friend comes back to check on you bc you’ve been in there for like an hour and Jungkook’s normally done right away
He just sees Kook sitting way closer than he would normally sit next to a client
He also catches him sending a blatantly flirty comment and he hears you give him an equally flirty response and he just smirks to himself bc he called it
He just silently leaves but Kook hears the door shut and is forced to jump back into piercer mode
He tells you to just keep your focus on him as he makes sure everything’s prepped
"A lot of people find it calming to look at my eyes so you can try that, if it doesn’t work, just think about the amazing dinner I’ll take you to once you’re healed up"
You don’t realize he lowkey just asked you out bc now you’re worrying it’ll hurt
His eyes are actually pretty distracting especially when they’re so focused on something
You do feel a slight sting before his eyes are looking up at yours and a smile is making its way onto his face
"Are my eyes as pretty as yours? You seem fascinated by mine”
You just roll your eyes bc now the smile is turning into a smirk and you want to say yes but you’re not about to do that
He finishes the piercing up pretty quickly and helps you out of your chair
He asks if everything feels okay and he has this genuine look of concern on his face bc he’s never messed up a piercing and he definitely didn’t want his first mistake to be yours bc that’s not a great way to get on someone’s good side
You just nod and go over to the mirror to look at your new piercing and it looks amazing and you let your excitement get the best of you and hug him
He just laughs bc you’re not the first client to get all excited and hug the first person they saw but you’re definitely his favorite
His shoulders are honestly like the perfect place to just rest your head on
He walks you out to the counter and waits while you pay
Once your focus is back on him he tells you he was serious about taking you out to dinner, if you wanted to join him that is
You tell him you’ll only say yes if he tells you the story behind all of his tattoos
That lil smile comes back and he just nods his head really quickly and you end up writing your number on the back of one of the business cards
I mean you walked into the shop expecting to come out with a piercing but you came out with a piercing and a date so 10/10
You stood leaning on your bathroom sink facing the mirror,
taking in the red rimmed eyes, the puffy look to the bags under them, your hair
unbrushed and wild, you rub a hand over your face as you reach over turning the
shower on. Nat had suggested a date, stepping back into the dating world, maybe
it would snap you out of the faze you were in. She had set you up with one of
the agents in the office, a few hours out being normal was something you apparently
Rhys sends a pillow to Feyre (while she is in Spring Court) covered in his scent and Feyre just hugs it and falls asleep with it.
When it’s covered with her scent she sends it back to Rhys. They do this every week.
‘Many critics and scholars have commented upon the fact that frequently Ozu, instead of transitioning directly from … one scene to another, interposes a shot or multiple shots—as many as six—of an object, or a group of objects, or a room, or a landscape, often (but not always) devoid of human figures. These units of film have been [most frequently called] “pillow shots”.
The most discussed instance of a pillow shot in any Ozu film … is the scene that takes place at an inn in Kyoto, in which a vase figures prominently … After Noriko confesses to her father that she found the thought of his own remarriage “distasteful,” she looks over to discover that he is already asleep, or seems to be. She looks up towards the ceiling and appears to smile.
There follows a six-second medium shot, in the semidarkness, of a vase on the floor in the same room, in front of a shōji screen through which the shadows of leafy branches can be seen. There is a cut back to Noriko, now looking sad and pensive, almost in tears. Then there is a ten-second shot of the same vase, identical to the earlier one, as the music on the soundtrack swells, cuing the next scene.
Abé Mark Nornes, in an essay entitled “The Riddle of the Vase: Ozu Yasujirō’s Late Spring (1949),” observes: “Nothing in all of Ozu’s films has sparked such conflicting explanations; everyone seems compelled to weigh in on this scene, invoking it as a key example in their arguments.” Nornes speculates that the reason for this is the scene’s “emotional power and its unusual construction. The vase is clearly essential to the scene. The director not only shows it twice, but he lets both shots run for what would be an inordinate amount of time by the measure of most filmmakers.”’
Iida finding out his S/O is a secret villain and is secretly the traitor in UA
So there’s some change in timeline in this scenario, I hope it’s not too confusing ^^ This is the last of the angst request, there’s no more pending >:
Iida remembers the spring he met them.
It was right after the Sports Festival, and they had approached him at the park, a flower in hand.
“Hey, are you Iida Tenya? Of class 1A?” They smiled, eyes crinkling at the edges.
“Y-yeah..” Iida scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment, surprised that someone would even remember him, especially since he was used as a walking advertisement…
“You were so cool! Your quirk was amazing, fast and efficient - I was kind of upset that they didn’t pair you with someone else.” A pout made its way onto their face, frustration evident on their face.
“Ah, uh…Thanks for noticing me though,” he says, grateful for their attention.
“No problem! You’re actually one of the few who caught my eye; you have great potential,” they let out a giggle, which sounded like the tinkling of church bells in the distance.
With an abrupt jerk, they shoved the flower into his hands, a blush dotting the apple of their cheeks.
“I-I’ll see you around!”
And then they were gone, leaving only the imprint of their soft touch on his wrist, and a lone sunflower in his hands.