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Yellow-coldplay

Dreamnotfound pog
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Am I kinda procrastinating writing the other half of Aphrodite, yes, I also just need to get my mind like clear of other ideas sooooooooo

Au: superhero (yes this is loosely based off Spiderman fucking fight me)

Type:
Angst I guess

Warning:
Sweari

Bonus: Sapnap, roommates (and they were roommates), winter

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Georges POV (starting off strong)

I see my hot breath puff up into the air...... As I leave the subway station, it was only the first snow here in New York and there was already what seemed to be so much of it. I hold my shoulder bag close to my side as I walk along the snowy sidewalks, the snow didn't show any sign of stopping. Its times like this i kinda wish that we lived closer to the train terminal, but alas, we do not.

I pull out my phone and skip a couple of songs until I find one that I like, the song Yellow by Coldplay, its funny really, I like so many songs that have to do with colours, some of them i can't even see, I think its ironic personally. Stuffing my phone back into my pocket I continue to walk, humming along very softly. I check my watch after a little while then shoot my roommates a quick 'can you turn on the kettle for when I get home' text before stuffing it back into my coat pocket not waiting for a reply.

As I approach the apartment building and feel also a wave of relief wash over me, the warm homey feeling of my apartment is finally in view. I was starting to feel the snowflakes pile up in my eyelash's and start to not be able to feel my face. I walk into this building and immediately walk over to the elevator, hitting the button for our floor, 14. My fingers graze the twelfth floor button before hitting the button for what's supposed to be the 13th floor that isn't actually real because apparently its bad luck to have a 13th floor in your building. Didn't know that when I first moved to New York. 'Thanks Mr. Craft' I think to myself as the cart begins to head up, Mr. Craft is our neighbor, quite a nice fellow with three or four kids, I dont actually know if they're all his though, its an interesting family.

The cart stops, I get out, and walk to the door of the apartment, slipping in my key and turning it to unlock the door. Stepping in and almost immediately hearing the kettle whistle and someone take it off the stove, I shimmy off my coat, careful to not get snow down the back of my shirt. Slipping off my shoes I begin my way into the kitchen, seeing my one roommate, Clay standing by the stove holding the kettle. I laught softly and looks over at me, "what?" He questions somewhat annoyed and confused sounding , "nothing, I just think its funny that your holding what your laugh sounds like" I reply to him. He rolls his eyes and places rhe kettle down, walking away mumbling something I couldn't quite hear.

I take his spot, get out my mug of choice, a Dream mug. Dream was a hero that had been protecting New York as of late, helping out SMP or whatever there called, Nick and Clay like to make fun of me for my slight, obsession with the hero but I tend not to listen, after all, he did save my life before. (no flashback cause fuck you) I pull down the hot chocolate container and scoop a little into the mug, pour in the boiled water and grab milk and whipped cream. I thought it'd be a nice change instead of my normal after work tea.

-time skip-

No POV

The three sat in the living room, the culinary student having made dinner and they were all quietly eating when one broke the silence. "So, I'm not gonna be able to watch the movie this weekend" the colour blind male spoke up. Nick looked over and nodded while Clay looked at him confused "why?" He questioned "my boss is having a party, I'll be home late" both Nick and Clat nodded to his response and went on with what they were doing.