Heartstrings Intertwined ♡ Felix x f.reader

CH2 ♡ A poem and a roommate

She tapped with her pencil on the desk while scrolling on the internet for poem ideas. Everything was about love this, love that and pouring true feelings into the mess of rhymes and words or just pretentious trash about society that could be on a meme Sub-Reddit. She decided to write a love poem, a low effort task, probably. But how was Y/n supposed to do that when she currently had no feelings for anyone or no huge regrets about past ones? Well she could write a fake love poem and let some TV tropes flow into it for the right feel. Was there anyone keeping her from doing it? No. Would the teacher notice? Probably not.

Yet another issue came along. Should the poem tell a story or tell feelings? A mix of both would be easy to get the required verse amount for sure, but what should the story be? She leafed through her notebook in hopes of finding some inspiration in the old diary entries when she first bought the book. Useless. Everything was just ramblings about school topics, homework and a bit of documentation of what she did in her free time on certain days with her friends. Did she really not document the people she fell in love with? Somehow that was embarrassing to Y/n.

Then, it suddenly struck her mind.

What if the story of the love poem was about someone admiring a person from afar and being too shy to just confess to them? Bingo! Y/n raised the pencil and struck it down at the paper with full enthusiasm. She thought for a second and then scribbled the first few words.

When I saw you that day
My heart was struck
Yet I never found a way
To tell you my love.

Four of the sixteen verses are complete. That was easier than she thought. Yet how did she wanna continue the story without making the lyrical I being a complete creep and stalker? Why was that even my first thought? Nah, better give it some context to be safe. She held her pencil slightly above the paper, staring through the lines in hopes of finding the setting for the love story. Maybe a work romance? University? With a work romance the someone would have a lot of opportunities to see their love interest without coming off as creepy given the setting of being co-workers. It was ideal. She placed the pencil on the next line.

Everyday when you work
My heart pounds loud
I can’t stop to lurk

She stopped. What the hell rhymes on loud? She thought for a second. House, mouse, crowd…loud? That didn’t seem to work. Quickly she tipped on the keyboard in front of her, pressed enter and then clicked on a few websites revealing lists of words that rhymed on loud like bowed, cloud, proud. Y/n stared at her previous progress reading the last three verses over and over again.

I wish we were vowed? No, that sounds a bit creepy. She looked at the other words from the website a bit. Rhymes necessarily hadn’t to be written the same or similar to work. An idea struck her mind. Loud and far, doesn’t sound similar, but maybe it wouldn’t disturb the reading flow.

Everyday when you work
My heart pounds loud
I can’t stop to lurk
But you’re so far.

It worked somehow. Yet the not matching rhyme still icked Y/n. She tried to think of some alternatives. I am so proud, You are my cloud. These seemed to rhyme, but who calls someone their cloud? Why would someone be proud? Her brain felt fried. I need some water.

She shoved the chair away and then back against the desk. In the sunlight, Y/n noticed the blue petals of the morning glories from Felix shine. A beautiful bouquet in blue that calmed every mind when watching it bloom with the most perfect lighting it could have. She made sure to give it a good spot in her room on the windowsill heading south so it would get the most sunlight in the day. Even if it was standing in a glass she stole from the kitchen. I should buy a vase tomorrow after the lecture.