#as in. stuff based on flower face albums

[her-canine-teeth]

GUESS WHAT MFSSS

[wonuwrites]

OT13 Seventeen’s Reaction to you being a Swiftie during “The Tortured Poets Department” release date.

A/N: It’s been an emotional 24ish hours because Taylor Swift gave us 31 fucking new songs and they all hurt so good. Expect some angsty things from me based off some of these songs soon LOL. Side note, this wont be perfect because it’s 1:30 am and I’m feeling feelings. I hope y’all enjoy regardless.

Warning: minor angst, major fluff, mentions some alcohol stuff, The Tortured Poets Department is an emotional roller coaster and has some heavy topics. Listen at own risk but also hear the tea LMAO

P.S dedicating this to @lavnderwonu bc yup. #wow

✫ S Coups

Seungcheol walked through the door at 2 am and saw you sitting at the kitchen table with a worn out look on your face. He noticed in front of you, ice cream that had been half melted waiting for you to take another bite. He knew that you were waiting up for Taylor Swifts new album and from what he had heard from you, this potentially would be the saddest album to date. Yes, even more sad than Red. He stood there for a while unsure what to say which made you look up at him.

“Babe… she released a double album. We’ve been clowning a double since 1989 era back in 2014 and she finally did it.”

He raised an eyebrow at this and sat next to you, “well thats good right? Your clowning was finally successful?”

You scoffed before rubbing your mouth and looking him in the eyes, “I mean yeah, but like. It’s so fucking sad. I can’t believe he did this to her.”

Seungcheol just softly smiled while taking the spoon from your hand so he could scoop himself some ice cream as well. He didn’t know much about Taylor lore but he did think she was a talented artist. “Well I got a few hours, show me the album.”

✫ Jeonghan

Jeonghan found your love for Taylor to be precious. So when he found out in February she was releasing a new album he asked if there was anything he could do to help prepare you for the album release.

That’s when you decided to do a Swiftie 101 with Jeonghan and told him all the lore behind whats been going on since the Reputation Era to now. At first he was skeptical at having to need to know that much background information but he learned to love watching you talk about something you cared about so passionately.

When it was time for the album to be released, he was ready. He wrote down questions he had while you both listened to the album because he didn’t want to interrupt your experience of listening to the song for the first time. He held your hand when “So Long London” came on and coo’d when you cried during “loml” while wiping a tear from your eye. He made a mental note to thank Taylor Swift if he ever met her for being able to give his partner and him a bonding experience.

✫Joshua

Hell, Joshua was with you on the couch and clowning with you while watching the Grammys. You were positive Reputation (Taylor’s Version) was going to be announced at the Grammys and tbh Joshua believed your assumptions were right as always.

When Taylor announced her new album instead of Reputation TV, both of your mouths dropped. It was a new era. You both then decided to start planning on spending time with each other that night. He knew he was pushing it just a bit because Seventeens album was coming out the next week but he also knew he wanted to be there for you in case it was emotional. Which, was pretty much a given it was going to be because it was called “The Tortured Poets Department.”

When the day finally came, you both made friendship bracelets and ate some snacks while enjoying the mastery of her pen. You both found the album to be extremely well done.

✫Jun

Jun was not sure what to expect when you had become a bit distant the last few weeks. You were talking to him less and less and it honestly was causing him some concerns. Did he do something wrong? Were you dying? Were you okay?

He decided to do what anyone would do and come over unannounced with flowers and your favorite Take Out. He was not expecting to see you sobbing on the couch with smeared eyeliner and mascara as you were reading the lyrics to a new song off of Taylor’s new album called “The Prophecy.”

You didn’t notice Jun standing there awkward as your heart broke into a million pieces as you thought about how you were before you met Jun. You were so blessed to have him in your life but you just felt sick that Blondie was feeling that way. Once the song ended you finally saw Jun and started crying harder and that’s when it hit him.

Album release day.

Similar thing had happened after Midnights dropped and you heard “You’re On Your Own Kid.” He then brought over your food and listened while you babbled to him about “The Prophecy” and why it was the saddest song you had ever heard.

✫Hoshi

“Hey Soonyoung I have a question for you,” you asked him while spinning Ramen around in your bowl. This made your boyfriend look up worried. One because you called him his real name and not “baby” and two, he never could tell what type of question you would ask.

He cleared his throat while giving you a concerned look which made you giggle. That giggle made his fears increase but he decided to humor you. Maybe you were finally going to ask him something simple like: “would you still love me if I was a worm?”

However, he just wasn’t that lucky.

“So Taylor Swift’s album “The Tortured Poets Department” is coming out soon and I was wondering if you could break up with me before it so I can feel it.”

Soonyoung was absolutely flabbergasted and shook his head no quickly. This made you while and pathetically try to beg but Soonyoung stood his ground and crossed his arms.

“Baby, you’re going to have to use imagination for that because I can’t ever break up with you. Just thinking of doing that hurts me.”

“I know baby, but hear me out, this album is rumored to be about her breakup of 6 years. I wanna cry with her.” Soonyoung shook his head no again with his lips pursed. He knew you loved Taylor but he loved you so much more. He’d do anything for you but not that. Even if it was temporary or fake.

✫ Wonwoo

Similarly to Jeonghan, Wonwoo got the Swiftie 101 class except yours happened while y’all were snuggling before bed randomly one evening.

Therefore, he knew the drill and knew how to be a supportive Swiftie boyfriend. Did he have your favorite wine? Check. Did he have tissues? Check. Did he have a shoulder to cry on if you needed it? You’re in luck, he has two!

He poured you both a glass of wine as you pressed play on Fortnight (which he was looking forward to because Post Malone is the man.) After a few songs you had already downed your wine and he quickly refilled it making you blush and thank him quietly. You both then listened to the remainder of the album and he’d give the famous wonu smile whenever you were guessing who the songs were about. Heck, after a while, even he joined in on the guessing game.

✫Woozi

Unknown to you, Jihoon had pre-saved TTPD and listened to it in his studio within a minute of it coming out. While he didn’t know about the lore or any behind the scenes things about Taylor Swift he focused on the lyrics and production of the songs and was impressed. He made little notes to talk to you about them when he got home.

Once he got home at about 3:30 am, he noticed you were sitting with your legs against your chest still listening to the album. He smiled at you and sat beside you. You leaned against him sighing as he wrapped his arms around you to cuddle. He knew you felt sad because of the album and honestly it was sad so he didn’t blame you one bit.

“So she released an additional 15 songs,” you said after awhile which made Jihoon raise an eyebrow. He only listened to the first 16 songs and suddenly he didn’t feel as prepared.

“15???”

“15!”

“Damn… well iI got notes on the first 16 songs if you wanna talk about those.”

This made you sit up with a smile which made Jihoon smile as well before leaning in to kiss you. “Deal.”

✫ DK

Like Jun, Seokmin had witnessed Midnights album release with you along with the Taylor’s Versions of both Speak Now and 1989. He thought he was mentally prepared for this Album but he was so wrong.

Y’all had just finished “My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys” and when “Down Bad” started he officially felt his heart break.

It was as if Seokmin and your tear ducts were synced as tears fell down both of your faces. At that moment, Seokmin made an oath to you he would never put you in a situation that Taylor unfortunately had to endure.

Once you finally got through all 16 songs and both were ready to fall asleep, Taylor announced and additional 15. Seokmin just looked at the announcement in disbelief before sitting up and saying “okay baby, lets cry some more.”

✫ Mingyu

To be honest, Mingyu loved doing the scavenger hunts that Taylor and Taylor Nation had the swifties do. He found it so interesting the little clues and everything they had that he was a bit jealous they didn’t have something like that with Seventeen. It was a brilliant idea and a great way to bring some excitement to the table for a new album.

Watching you bite your lip as you looked through older songs of hers on Apple Music to find the clues was so attractive to him and he’d look into your eyes as you shared theories on what Tortured Poets would be about.

He just found you so precious and loved these little moments together with you and was happy to be there.

✫ Minghao

Minghao promised to listen to the new album with you but he couldn’t help but feel upset at what was being talked about.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think it was good. He was just so disappointed in whoever Taylor was singing about because of the infidelity, lying, and just treating her like garbage. His heart then hurt when you innocently told him the lyrics were relatable.

Minghao knew you had a rough relationship prior to yours and it made him sad that he wasn’t able to be there sooner so he could help you overcome the hurt. He tried his best to hide the rage and hurt he felt empathetically to you in hopes not to ruin the album for you. However, you knew. You knew how he felt and while you never would tell him, you fell more in love with him at that moment. How beautiful it was to finally have someone who you know could never hurt you like that again.

✫ Seungkwan

Similarly to Joshua and Wonwoo, Seungkwan stayed up to listen to the album with you. It was a tradition you both did for your favorite artists. You had done it a month prior with Beyonce’s “Cowboy Carter” and now it was time to stop yeehawing and time to cry.

Even though you were more of the Swiftie between you two, even he couldn’t help but feel emotional while listening to the album. When you both first listened to “I Can Do It With A Broken Heart” you both had to pause before going to the next song.

You paused because you felt horrible for Taylor meanwhile, he paused because he could relate to the lyrics so much. Seungkwan couldn’t help but think of his hiatus last year and how he felt after coming back. When he started to cry you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him and cry with him.

✫ Vernon

Hansol walked into your shared apartment and saw you lying on the floor disassociated and couldn’t help but find you adorable. He had given you a day to listen to the album per your request and from the looks of it, it fucked you up.

He decided to lay next to you in support while holding your hand which made you instantly squeeze his hand three times. “Guessing the album was good?”

“No, it was great. Just so sad.”

He hummed and pulled you closer to him and petted your hair. You took it as an invitation to tell him all about the album. You couldn’t see his face but he had a sad smile on his face. He felt bittersweet. Bitter because he knew you were hurting but sweet because he found it enduring that you trusted him this much to be vulnerable with him.

✫ Dino

You decided that you would listen to the album by yourself the first time around. Chan was respectful about it and waited patiently to hear the outcome.

After you listened to it all you made your way to Chan and curled up in a ball next to him. He instinctively wrapped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “So what did you think?”

“There were two songs that made me think of you.”

This made him worried because from what you told him this album was rumored to be about the end of Taylor’s 6 year relationship and he thought that y’all were golden. Y’all hadn’t been fighting and everything was okay.

The look on his face made you laugh before pressing a kiss on his lips, “listen to them before you worry.”

You then put on The Alchemy and So High School for him and his heart felt like it exploded with happiness and relief. He kissed you before cheekily asking, “So… I’m your Travis Kelce?” You nodded with a smile, “and I’m your Taylor Swift.”

He laughed before giving you another kiss, “then I’ll make sure you constantly stay bejeweled.”

A/N: this was so corny but im kicking my feet. Check on your Swiftie friends. We are not okay 🥺

[lovesongbracket]

Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Me and My Husband

Written By: Mitski

Artist: Mitski

Released: 2018

“Me and My Husband” is the seventh track of Mitski’s fifth studio album Be The Cowboy released in August 2018. Like earlier tracks on the album such as ‘Nobody’, ‘Me and My Husband’ explores the loneliness Mitski felt while writing the album, although this time she takes on the persona of a suburban housewife. As she explained to GQ: “If you’re a suburban mom surrounded by family with a nice life you still feel alone. On tour, I’m surrounded by people all the time but it’s lonely.” Despite the song’s upbeat tone the lyrics portray a housewife stubbornly sticking by her husband even though she may not be happy. Mitski claims the song isn’t personal and isn’t meant to be reflection of her views on marriage or settling down as she told The Outline: “I try to keep a sense of humor about all this stuff. I’m not married, I don’t have a husband, but I was just thinking about being a woman with a man in a long term relationship. I used a stereotype of the suburban, old-fashioned housewife to kind of accentuate my point.”

[Verse 1] I steal a few breaths from the world for a minute And then I'll be nothing forever And all of my memories And all of the things I have seen will be gone With my eyes, with my body, with me [Chorus] But me and my husband We are doing better It's always been just him and me Together So I bet all I have on that Furrowed brow And at least in this lifetime We're sticking together Me and my husband We're sticking together [Verse 2] And I'm the idiot with the painted face In the corner, taking up space But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved [Chorus] Me and my husband We are doing better It's always been just him and me Together So I bet all I have on that Furrowed brow And at least in this lifetime We're sticking together Me and my husband We're sticking together Me and my husband We are doing better

Our House

Written By: Graham Nash

Artist: Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young

Released: 1970

Cover included: The Head and the Heart, 2021

“Our House” is a song written by British singer-songwriter Graham Nash and recorded by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young on their album Déjà Vu. At the time Graham Nash & Joni Mitchell were dating and the time the two spent that particular day after purchasing a vase on Ventura Boulevard inspired this song. Nash has stated that he wrote this song in a hour. In October 2013, in an interview with Terry Gross on NPR’s Fresh Air, Nash elaborated: “Well, it’s an ordinary moment. What happened is that Joni [Mitchell] and I – I don’t know whether you know anything about Los Angeles, but on Ventura Boulevard in the Valley, there’s a very famous deli called Art’s Deli. And we’d been to breakfast there. We’re going to get into Joan’s car, and we pass an antique store. And we’re looking in the window, and she saw a very beautiful vase that she wanted to buy … I persuaded her to buy this vase. It wasn’t very expensive, and we took it home. It was a very grey, kind of sleety, drizzly L.A. morning. And we got to the house in Laurel Canyon, and I said – got through the front door and I said, you know what? I’ll light a fire. Why don’t you put some flowers in that vase that you just bought? Well, she was in the garden getting flowers. That meant she was not at her piano, but I was … And an hour later ‘Our House’ was born, out of an incredibly ordinary moment that many, many people have experienced.”

[Verse 1] I'll light the fire You place the flowers in the vase That you bought today [Verse 2] Staring at the fire For hours and hours while I listen to you Play your love songs all night long For me, only for me [Verse 3] Come to me now And rest your head for just five minutes Everything is done [Verse 4] Such a cozy room The windows are illuminated by the evening Sunshine through them, fiery gems For you, only for you [Chorus] Our house is a very, very, very fine house With two cats in the yard Life used to be so hard Now everything is easy cause of you And our [Interlude] La-la, la-la-la la la… [Chorus] Our house is a very, very, very fine house (fine house) With two cats in the yard Life used to be so hard Now everything is easy cause of you And our [Verse 1] I'll light the fire While you place the flowers in the vase That you bought today

[5and3nevermind]

Do you know if staff set up that live set for Jimin and picked out those items or do you think Jimin did himself?

The short answer is, we don’t know.

But we can think about what we do know.

- We know the guys were very involved in their solo projects: the albums themselves, what type of promotions they did, etc.

- We also know of times when they have said they were very involved creatively, like their photo folios.

- During the Face live, Jimin stood near the shelf and discussed some of the items, so he seemed to be very familiar with what was on the shelf. The fact that he drew attention to the shelf also indicates that he thought those items were significant or interesting and wanted people to notice them.

On the other hand…

- We know that staff help the guys set stuff up. Look at how elaborate that room was! Jimin probably didn’t hand-pick every single item, especially the pottery and other items on the shelf in the back which Jimin did not discuss.

- In the marimo live, Jimin said that staff had taken care of gathering the marimo, its habitat, supplies, etc. for him. I I interpreted that to mean they’d helped purchase those items and set them up for the live. Obviously, I think the name of the marimo (“Suga”) was Jimin’s choice since that was a spur of the moment decision based on a comment. But we do know staff assist them with gathering items when they go live.

So, what does all of that add up to? As I said at the top, we don’t know for sure. Unless Jimin says, “I picked out every item here and it’s very meaningful to me,” we can’t be 100% certain. However, I think the chances are good that Jimin helped make those decisions. Or at the very least provided some guidance for staff.

And whoever picked the piano managed to choose the correct color and position it in the room to reflect Yoongi’s lyrics in First Love.

I consider the piano (and the Queen album, and the cactus, and the flowers, etc) to be worth noting. Just an interesting little detail. Sometimes what starts as an interesting detail becomes a more important pattern over time.

(A link to my post about the piano)

[sweetside]

Valentine's Day! That means gifts and treats for the ships!

For Ryuko? Haru had gotten her flowers and a gift card for a online store she knows the tomboy uses. It might not be much, but paired with a card and some chocolates, it is quite the little gift!

She was not sure what to get Dorothy. The level of her affection is confusion her... Nonetheless, she elected to make some homemade chocolates more for the gesture and a cute... bear plushie that cuddled a loveheart... Sappy but it seemed nice.

For Mahiru, she had collected a photo album of her and Chiaki's time together. It included stuff from their school days, achievements based on games. You can see Chiaki's gains clear through it all. There's plenty of chocolates and more brought with it.

HW has no idea what is going on but she found a heart-shaped rock and so has offered it Furina because she thinks she looks nice.

Himiko wasn't sure what to get Maki so she got her a box of luxury chocolates and a witch hat so they can match! She also wrote her a little love poem. It's not very good but heartfelt.

What do you get a Fairy? Well Bremerton made her a massive brownie-like cake with the words 'Love you Lots!" on it in icing!

Weh!!!!?

Honestly Haru's company is already a big gift to the wobbly tomblob. Both Okumura foods and Haru's companionship. Ryuko wasn't much a fan of sweets but the gift card was a nice suprise!.. her newest gym jacket had already enough action already.

Michisio would get a big warm hug from Dorothy. "Thanks! This is so cuute!" As a escort who often had expressions of love directed at her character rather than herself. This gesture made the Lilim vey happy.

Chiaki would lean against Mahiru as they looked through the photo album. With chiaki commenting on how more relaxed she looks now... while feeding chocolates to the gamer.

Furina would feel like she should explain... but that could wait while they dined on the heart shaped, table covering, cake furina ordered for them to share~.

Makis face is red as she mutters simple compliments... and puts the hat on before leaning down and kissing her on the lips once the poem is read.

The fairy meanwhile is going to start scoffing down the chocolate cake. After all she knows that the greatest gift to Brem is a bigger gut!

[ordinary-funky-feline-type]

Favourite CSH songs

In no particular order: .1937 State Park . The Ballad of the Costa Concordia . Beach Life-in-Death (2018) . Cute Thing (2018) . High to Death (2018) Some favourite moments from the songs on the list:

-The last part in Cute Thing, the repeating “I am love, I am love. I am love”. It shakes and corrupts me to my core. -High to Death: Drunkenness, “I fell over. I fell onto the ground. I wish I was sober, I can’t get up off the ground (’round, ‘round...)”. The wallpaper that keeps going 'round the room, “And I’ll never be alright again”. “Keep smoking, I love you”, isolated it wouldn’t be much, but the timing of those damn words in the album is so striking and powerful. “Hell is the sun. Burning forever at the centre of things”. “When did you say you were leaving? When did you really leave?”. -Even though I certainly like the lyrics in 1937 State Park, I don’t have any that individually strikes me as hard as the others that I wrote. The chorus is the most powerful part to me, I feel like it brings this whole musical experience together. I love the instrumental, I just love how it sounds, and I love the story it tells.  -Beach Life-in-Death I think it was my first favourite song of their’s. It’s just, a fucking grandiose, beautiful, emotional journey. It has inspired me a lot in my art at a certain time. “I don’t want to go insane. I don’t want to have schizophrenia”. “The ocean washed over your grave. The ocean washed open your grave”. -The Ballad of the Costa Concordia, the first thing that appears in my mind when I think of it is how sad it feels to me. All the songs from CSH that I love are sad on a some level, but in my head there’s usually other feelings or thoughts that go along with that base sadness. The Ballad, accompanied with Hight to Death, are the only CSH songs that manifest as a greyish, blue, depressing, cold room in my mind. I like the descriptions in the first part, about walking across the garden with the flowers and the sunlight, about the drained out kindness, and how desperate the lyrics “I spend hours just wincing and trying to regain some sense of peace” sound to me. The lyrics “If only I could sustain my anger. Feel it grow stronger and stronger. It sharpens to a point and sheds my skin.” strike me intimately, the most. The whole song is very condensed, and intense, and beautiful. The lyrics I think add a lot of weight to those sensations, there’s a lot of stuff going on. Reading them is very worth experiencing to me. I love the first “I give up. I give up” screaming. And the beautifully quiet, light ending “And you wake up trembling. From a dream where I swam into the river. I reach out and hold you in my arms. I love you, I love you, I love you”.

Some thoughts about CSH: It’s only Twin Fantasy (Face to Face) and Teens of Denial the albums that I’ve listened to the most, I can’t remember off the top of my head songs from the other albums, I still need time to keep on re-listening them. I would include many songs, like Bodys or Famous Prophets (Stars) or Destroyed by Hippie Powers, etc. because I really, really love those albums. But I wanted to just include the ones that really touch me most emotionally and personally, not just the ones that I really love, which is most of them. I’ll keep on updating n reblogging as i see fit.

[denialpxe-tra]

her-canine-teeth on their next fic fever dreams

This interview has not been edited for length and clarity. I just wrote everything down.

denialpxe-tra: So, Dr. Teeth,

her-canine-teeth: You can call me her. And I'm not a doctor.

tra: Alright. Well, your new fic fever dreams is going to come out in a very short amount of time. How are you feeling about that?

her: oh, I'm very excited. I don't think that many people will see it, actually, but at least two people really liked my first fic and even though fever dreams is a whole lot different, I still hope that some people might like it.

Also, I have been gone from tumblr for quite some time now, and I guess this will be my first post in months.

tra: that's right! You have been gone from the website since june. Is there a specific reason for that?

her: there was some personal stuff in the beginning and then a whole lot of nothing, but I took that time to write.

tra: Before you started writing, you made edits to the album The Shark In Your Water by Flower Face, correct? How did you draw the connection between the Artist and the Art?

her: Well, I've always written. But that was my first big project online, that's true.I dont really know how I got the idea. I guess that when i first got into yellowjackets, I made connections to everything I saw to them and I just happened to listen to Flower Face a lot.

tra: The name of your fic is fever dreams, just like another Album from Flower Face. Does this have a meaning?

her: Absolutely. Every chapter is chronologically based on one of the Songs. I mean I also felt like i was in a fever dream at times writing it but that's the main reason.

tra: exciting! Lastly, do you have any other big projects that you will pursue now?

her: I mean I got The Shark In You Water and fever dreams, so the next one is going to be baby teeth. Probably animatics in 5 - 10 years once i figure out how to draw.

Other than that I have ideas for an AU (also based on an album) and various WIPs. So, I'll see, I guess.

tra: and we're very excited to see where it will lead you. Thank you for being here.

her: thank you for having me!

[rossiici]

Dear Wormwood (1)

note -

i don't really know how this works, but i thought it would be cool to put this on here since everyone's sorta doing that. i found a bunch of ... interesting... stories by everyone too. so i wanted to share mine. it's kinda cliché. though this is only the first chapter. i'm sort of basing it around the album "Dear Wormwood" by The Oh Hellos. and each chapter goes with the corresponding song in the album. so, this is chapter one. or half a chapter, because it is really tiny. since prelude is pretty short too.

thank you.

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note(2) -

this series will most likely contain themes of...

queer relationships

death

abuse (of multiple kinds)

MAYBE some NSFW (meaning, sexual intimacy)

gore(?)

PTSD

bad medieval (?) stuff (like slavery, human trafficking, terrorism, etc. but make it medieval fantasy)

this part won't have any of those, but it's important to note for future reference :)

Chapter One: Prelude

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Everything was beginning to come to life. Flowers slowly started to bloom, greeting the bright star with upturned faces. Animals began to awaken while the nocturnal prepared for rest.

The sun began to rise over the horizon, bidding the moon a mournful goodbye. Its bright rays cast a warm, golden glow over the trees, making the grass sparkle with dew drops. The sky was painted gold, fading into pink, purple, then blue. The euphonious song of birds lilted from the trees, riding on the soft wind.

A figure paused in the meadow, looking off at the sunrise. The figure sighs softly--before treading up the meadow path, rocks crunching under his boots. His icy blue eyes looked ahead, unwavering. The wind glides by, gently carding through his hair. The light brown strands blow weakly, and the ponytail hanging down his back sways as he walks. He stands tall, one calloused hand resting firmly on the hilt of his sword, the other hanging by his side. His clothing is well-tailored, too sleek to be that of a simple traveler.

He lifts his head proudly as if silently declaring, "I will not succumb." He continues his languid walk up the winding path, hardly lingering to admire the flora and fauna. His gaze is fixed on the treeline ahead, an inscrutable look in his eyes.

His fingers clutch his sword hilt tighter the closer to the woodland he gets.

He was almost home.

[al-ghoul]

azalea, cosmos, and poppy! :)

-@jcbbby

(for the flower themed asks)

cosmos— what’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? who was it from?

Omg, this is very difficult! I don't recieve many of those generally, and don't tend to believe them when I do. But I once worked at a new place, for about a month before running off, and since I was new I wasn't even talking to anyone, (and it was kind of a job where you don't have the time to talk, you're gotta move fast to meet the quota), but somehow I gave people The Impression in my brief time in there, because I once overheard a colleague threatening someone to send [my name] to them if they don't comply. It was like a joking threat, but the implication was that I was somehow the scariest person in the department. Despite not even doing or saying anything to anyone, I just have That Kind of a Face. It was ten years ago and I still remember it XD

poppy— out of the four seasons, which season of the year is your favorite and why?

Aesthetically speaking, I love all of them, for different reasons. Practically, I prefer summer. I like to be able just go outside without putting on four layers of clothing for half an hour, gets me tired even before I'm out of the house. I like to be not tired, and the summer season is the best for that. I love the green stuff you can sit on, the actual air on my skin, the rustle of leaves, I find summer to be the most sensory pleasing. (But also my favorite season is always the one that is not now.)

azalea— what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it?

Honestly, any other day my playlist is much more diverse, I swear! XD It's been a week of these two albums exclusively, bc it's gonna be my birthday soon and I'm always getting upset this time of year.

This one gives me vibes of a very lazy summer evening when you have nothing to do but just lay down and breath. It relaxes me.

Translation included.

(if it seems nonsensical and wonky it's not because I don't know english, it's because it's written weirdly in the original, with some words returning google search as only appearing in this song ever - so at times I had to improvise based on the vibe of the word and what other words exist with the same root).

What is dealt, is dealt - Gets rougher in your hands And glows with fibers in the calluses. Vapor freezes at night, - No wonder he scolded me for three days, Remembered his eyes in the salt. And the paths rang loudly in the bridle, The camp was smoking in autumn: Was losing calamity for nothing at the stone walls And the root was coming to life. If only there'd be a day to come back, Wash away the misery with a ravine of years. Shame was getting leaner with the last patch, - Crying tow does not warm with a smile. Slanted eyes lead us, forgiving a quiet footstep, Shallowing in the smell like a squint. The crag crowns the path - commanding to see it And carve names with a promise. Who was asking to come back To trust the taste of dew with your lips, To forget with the last patch To carry elm guides to the Kuban. To hide the face in the woolen coils To bravely take the breathing out of the steppes. Look for the coals of the beginning by the shores. How they've ordered to weave a blade of grass Into your tight braids For nothing, the scar of a crazy cattail Is protected by the heart, pride ruffles tiredly, A swearword is asking for contradicting cheekbones. By the bear paw! To scratch! Rudely!

[sanderchu]

could i get some soft dating hcs for sapnap bc i feel like he’d be the sweetest bf -🪴

Soft Sapnap hcs 

Note: he would be the sweetest bf istg- i actually do have hcs of him already made so i put them here there from my old acc

Always preparing things for your arrival when you come home 

Brings bag filled with things for you (brush, pads, sunglasses, etc etc) 

Loves taking pictures of you and has a whole album just of you 

Calls you 24/7 if your apart 

Dream llikes to tease him to see him get all red 

You show up in the banter podcast more often 

Darling, babe, honey, nicknames like that

Matching outfits 

Makes a piece of merch based on you and him 

Movie night for sure 

Imagine running in the rain with him 

Loves to hold your face in his hands 

he’s a simp and he knows it but he can care less 

He wants you to know that he loves you even more than love if possible 

Matching hoodies 

If you skateboard you and him have matching stickers or matching boards 

One of the biggest supporters you can have in your life 

Tell him about your passions and ideas, he listens to everything and always remembers it to check up on it and your progress 

He would buy you guys promise rings 

Because of that he calls you his wife/husband 

Loves when guys have the same color clothes. Like he can have a white top then you have one 

He doesn’t care if your matching exact mainly the color pallets matter to him 

Will paint your nails any time any color any where you want he doesn’t care 

Drops everything for you. Whenever you need him he’s there 

Late night drives to diner 

Always paying for stuff for you and if you don’t accept it he pays it secretly 

If long hair: he loves to do styles on your hair to help you get ready for the day or just in general 

If short hair: enjoys putting pins in your hair to get it out of your face and in return you do the same 

Loves when you steal his hat and put it on 

He made a playlist for you both and you sing the songs on it together 

Post pictures of you guys on your dates or just post you in general to brag about how amazing you are

Always bragging about you to his friends 

Have insecurities? Well he loves them. You got acne? He doesn’t care. Freckles? Finds them the most perfect things on earth. Chubby thighs? Doesn’t matter your his pillow now. The list goes on and on he loves everything about you 

Puts his hand on your waist in public and tugs or your shirt a bit or makes little shapes on your waist 

Loves to do your makeup or face care for you 

If you do daily face care he suddenly does too he wants to enjoy that time with you 

He’s your pillow and your his pillow 

Bad day? Text him and when you get home a whole bed and meal is prepared for you with your favorite show or movie 

Dates are mainly gaming ones of shopping around 

Sitting on the roof and just have late talks is a thing with you 2 

Can’t leave him without a kiss if not your stuck with him for the day 

For the first date he gave you your favorite flowers in your favorite color 

If your watching a show you can rant to him about it about who you hate who you like in the show and he would consider watching it with you to prevent you from explaining it so much and to see your type of likes and dislikes and to also understand the show more 

You both have matching wallpapers of the opposite person doing one side of a heart 

Cooking together is fun. He would sit you on the counter and ask you to do simple little task as he takes care of the big things and when you ask why he just say “because a beautiful/handsome person like you doesn’t deserve to do all this hard work so allow me” 

You both flirt with each other in a dumb way to make the other laugh 

His way to say good morning is by dragging you to the bathroom with him to start your day by brushing your teeth 

Other days when he wants to sleep in he will grip you when you try to leave his side that you have no choice but to stay

A true gentleman when meeting your friends or family he always believes in first impression is the best impression 

Likes to throw you over his shoulder a bunch or do bridal style 

His favorite cuddling position with you is the pretzel

[oyesmendes]

until next time

a/n: loosely based on sex (with my ex) by fletcher. talks about breakups, silly season, DR leaving mclaren. enjoy!!

masterlist here!

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new york

daniel shouldn't be here.

he should be in yosemite, enjoying the tranquility of his summer break according to his plan. but no, he's standing in the arrival hall of JFK airport after a twelve hour flight from MTC, waiting for his uber ride to pull up.

guess life doesn't always go to plan.

the uber driver tries to make small talk with him, quick questions of "where are you from?" and "what do you do for a living?" to which daniel replies with a low hum, or a completely unrelated answer, forcing the rest of the forty minute drive to be silent.

the car drops him off in a quiet neighbourhood, just outside of an apartment building, and he pulls his luggage out of the trunk, mumbling a thanks to the driver.

he rolls his bags into the all too familiar lobby, and nothing has changed, other than the type of flowers that sit on the decorative table by the elevator.

"mr ricciardo? i thought i'd never see you again!" the doorman chirps when he walks through the doors. daniel gives him a small smile, "nice to see you too, steve."

"is ms y/l/n expecting you? or is this a surprise i shouldn't ruin?" the older man looks at him with mischievous eyes. daniel's smile falters just a little, his heart sinking to his stomach. but he couldn't blame steve, surprises like these came often six months ago.

just that right now, this wasn't a surprise. he adjusts the neck of his hoodie - a nervous tick he acquired in the last couple of weeks, "is she home?"

steve grins at him obliviously, "yes she is, just got back from the store a couple of hours ago."

daniel makes his way up to the 20th floor, turning right and down the corridor to the last door. the tacky carpets, cream coloured walls he used to pin her against after a night out. that neighbour with a bright red front door. all the memories of a three year relationship flooding back to him.

he finally gets to her apartment - 204; and musters up some courage, knocking on the door lightly.

its moments after that the door swings open, and she's standing in front of him.

"danny?" the nickname slips out easily from her lips. she sticks her head out and looks behind him, trying to make sure this wasn't a joke.

"wha- what are you doing here?" she asks.

"i came to see you." the sound of a melody comes from the inside of the house before it stops. and a tall man comes up from behind her.

"y/n, is everything alri- oh." she turns to the man, resting her hand on his forearm,

"i think we should wrap up today."

he nods understandingly, "yeah, i'll grab my stuff. see you on wednesday?" she mumbles a response, hugging him before he leaves. all while daniel stood in the entry way of her apartment awkwardly. she gestures to him, and he slips off his shoes, following behind her like its the first time he's ever stepped foot into this house.

-

we don't gotta talk about us, how we messed it up we could keep it light, just a conversation no expectation

"oatmilk latte?" she asks, already clearing the old pods from her Nespresso.

"would it kill to have a beer?" daniel replies. she looks at him with raised brows, but still pulls out two cans of beers and slides one across the table to him.

"it's 5pm somewhere."

and they fall into an easy conversation. she knows she should address the elephant in the room - about why he's here, why he came to look for her without warning. but one drink turns into three, and they're both sitting on the sofa, her legs draped over his. his favourite caamp album playing on the record player he bought her for their first anniversary.

"was that your new boyfriend?" daniel asks.

she narrows her eyes, a look of confusion on her face,

"who?- oh brock?" she chuckles, "no, he's my new producer, we were writing for the new album."

he just nods, one of his hands running up and down her shin. she shifts in her seat, so she can lay her head on his shoulder. daniel kisses the top of her head, and she looks up at him.

his brown eyes, soft lips, golden skin. she didn't realise, but her head was moving nearer to his. until both their lips touch, hands wandering to familiar territories - for the first time in six months.

-

I just had sex with my ex in a New York apartment I thought it'd be harmless

sunlight streams into her room.

she wakes up, his side empty. she sighs, this shouldn't be a surprise, but of course there's a hint of disappointment in her. then the door to her room opens, and daniel stands there with two cups of coffees in his hand. he gives one to her which she gladly accepts, and he slips into his side.

she takes a sip of coffee, sitting up in bed.

"why are you here, danny?"

time to address the elephant in the room.

he sets his mug down on the bedside table that once belonged to him, "i'm here for us."

she scoffs, placing the mug down in her lap.

"danny, 'us' no longer exists, we've talked about this."

the same tranquility and comfort he felt from the night before suddenly disappeared. and he knows she's right. they've had this conversation before, they've had these moments before. twice, to be exact.

"i know." he sighs. her finger runs along the rim of the mug,

"so really, why are you here?"

he looks at her, some sort of sadness washing over his face, and there's a concerned look in her eyes. she hasn't seen this look on him before, not even after the worst race of his life. it spelt heartbreak, defeat, pain. she turns to him, looking at him with all seriousness. but daniel avoids her gaze. for a moment, he thinks he can't form the words.

"i'm leaving mclaren at the end of the year." he manages to mumble.

her world stops. she's of course kept up with silly season, the news about alonso, seb and piastri, but she never thought of the rumours to be true. especially not this one.

she holds his hand in hers, squeezing it. her eyes softening, "i'm sorry."

"don't be, it was bound to happen." he tells her defeatedly.

she doesn't have the words to say after, just nodding and gulping down the rest of her drink.

daniel gets up to change after his morning coffee, and so does y/n. they go about their normal routines, as if nothing changed over the last three years. she stands in the kitchen when he emerges from the room, spreading butter and vegemite on his toast, on the plate is a side of cucumbers and tomatoes, as well as perfectly scrambled eggs.

she remembers.

"of course i remember." she turns to smile at him. he didn't realise he'd been thinking out loud, smiling embarrassingly as he snakes his arm around her waist.

he kisses the top of her head from behind, "thank you for letting me stay, y/n."

she doesn't respond, just handing him his plate. and they eat in silence, though there's a question looming in her head.

gotta catch my flight, but I want more time gimme one more night to be wrapped up in you

"when do you leave?"

"my flight is at 8." he bites into the perfectly crisp toast. her eyes meet his, a little sparkle behind it.

"can i drive you to the airport?" he looks at her with raised brows. he knows how much she hated driving in new york traffic, to jfk in particular.

"in new york traffic?"

she grins playfully, "in new york traffic."

-

they arrive at the airport an hour early thanks to the unpredictability of new york traffic. daniel pulls his luggage out of the trunk when she parks, and to his surprise, she gets out of the car and walks with him. she's dressed in one of his unreleased merch, and so is daniel, as they walk hand-in-hand to the check in counter.

it's a short, undisturbed walk, and when they arrive, he turns to face her.

she looked beautiful even under the bright white lights of the airport that made everything look pale. he took her sight in, knowing how this was about to end. knowing that this was the last time, even if they haven't spoken about it. daniel knew he had to let her go. he rests his hands on either side of her arms.

"thank you again, y/n."

she smiles softly, but doesn't say anything back. daniel engulfs her in one of his hugs, and they take in as much as they can of each other.

for the last time.

she takes in a breath, her lips just brushing his ear lobe, causing goosebumps to rise on his skin as she whispered,

"goodbye, danny."

So we kiss goodnight and I catch that flight Say goodbye forever until next time

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[emmyhem]

always (l.r.h)

a/n: hi everyone! this is a lil angsty piece i wanted to get up. i just want to say again how sorry i am for not getting anything up for the past two weeks, i’ve just been overwhelmed with some stuff for my classes, but i am starting to get back in the swing of things now. also, this is unedited as i was rushing to get it up in time. i do plan on posting something else tomorrow night and hopefully i’ll be posting pretty consistently from now on. also this does end kind of abruptly but i wanted to leave it like that because i’m a sucker for angst, with that being said i would be happy to write a part two if that’s something you’d be interested in. anyway, feedback and comments are appreciated as always and i hope you’re all having an amazing day/night. enjoy! - emmy <33

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader 

summary: luke recounts his mistake and hopes he can patch things up with his always. 

warnings:  very brief mention of sex, cursing, mentions of alcohol, luke’s being an asshole, mention of pinching (idk), slight insecurity from the reader, lots of angst :( 

word count: 2.6k

Luke had always hated the quiet. That’s when his thoughts were the loudest. That must be why he had never really liked being alone with himself. 

Tonight in particular, his thoughts were practically screaming, one word over and over again. 

“Y/n”

For the past two years that name had acted as his most favorite word, one that he would utter whenever he had gotten the chance. Whether it be to brag about your recent accomplishments to his friends, to catch your attention from another room, or falling from his lips with a sigh of pleasure as he reached completion with you laying breathlessly beneath him. 

Now the word seemed torturous, the last time he uttered it replaying on a relentless loop in his head. 

It was your 2nd anniversary. Dinner had been laid out on the table for an hour. Two glasses of wine sat untouched in front of a vase of roses you had picked out at the florist earlier that morning, and there was no sign of Luke. 

You were wracking through your brain as you watched a petal fall from a rose and land lightly in one of the glasses. 

Had you gotten the time wrong? 

But you were sure that the two of you had agreed on 8:00 for dinner, that way you had time to get everything ready after getting home from work, and Luke wouldn’t have to rush to leave the studio. 

Yet somehow you found yourself staring at the now cold dinner at 9:30, with absolutely no word from Luke. You wanted to call, if for no other reason than to check he was still alive and breathing, but your nerves stopped you from doing that, not wanting to take on the role of the overbearing girlfriend. 

Your stomach growled hungrily over the light music that was playing through the house speakers. So, begrudgingly you took a bite of the pasta on your plate before downing your entire glass of wine. 

Luke arrived home about 2 hours later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He caught sight of the table, with one setting completely untouched as he hung up his coat, causing guilt to pang in his chest. 

“Baby,” he called out, carrying himself to your shared bedroom.

When no response came his heart rate sped up in fear that you had left. 

“Y/n” he called, louder this time with a sense of urgency clear in his voice.  

That’s when he spotted a person sized lump underneath the duvet. Releasing a sigh of relief he moved towards you, peeling the blankets off and leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder. 

This caused you to stir a bit, eyes fluttering open to meet him. 

“Hi, my love.” he cooed. 

A frown was prominent on your face, and a crease separated your eyebrows as they furrowed angrily. 

“I’m sorry I’m late. We got a bit carried away in the studio, but in good news the album is coming along great. M’so excited for you to hear it” 

You had always tried to be understanding of Luke’s job for many reasons. One being that you both reaped the benefit of his success, you wanted for essentially nothing, had a nice house, the opportunity to travel, and Luke often spoiled you with gifts even if you asked him not to. Another being how happy it made your boyfriend. Music truly was his passion, and he was so talented that you wouldn’t want for him to ever put his work on the back burner for you. 

With that being said, you made a point to take time off to spend time with him whenever you were able to. You had even changed jobs because your last one hadn’t allowed you to go on tour with him, which he had been adamant about, insisting, “There’s no way I can be away from you for that long.” 

And you were happy to do all of those things, because you were in love, and  you felt incredibly lucky to even be a part of his world. But you did start to question things as your relationship went on. It felt like Luke didn’t even consider your job. He only saw it as something that took you away from him. 

You had worked hard to get where you were in the occupational field. Without your job all you would have to do is sit around and wait for Luke to be ready for you, and you just couldn’t live like that. 

Luke turned on the lamp on your nightstand as you slowly sat up in bed. 

“2 weeks Luke, we’ve had these plans for two weeks.” 

“I know baby I tried, but you know how it is when inspiration strikes.” he dismissed while sitting the flowers on the ground. 

“No, I don’t. Do you not think that I have things I could be doing for work? Cause I do, and I choose this over all of that.” you huffed in frustration. 

Luke took a deep breath while subtly rolling his eyes. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry for missing dinner, but you don’t understand the pressure I’m under, from the fans, the label, management, and the band.” 

“I know that you work hard and I know how important this is to you, and I’m so proud of you, but I’m proud of us too and I would’ve liked to have a night for just us.” you tried to explain. “Not to mention the fact that I’m under pressure in my job too and I always find time for you, no matter what.” 

“Yea, you have pressure from a job that you don’t need.” his voice rising in anger with each word as he paced around the room. 

“How many times do I have to tell you Luke? It’s my job, it’s a part of my life and I don’t plan on giving it up anytime soon.” you shouted. 

“Great.” he replied sarcastically. “Then you should understand that I won’t give up my job anytime soon.” 

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking for a bit of consideration, and just a sliver of your time.” 

“I’m working to make us more money.” he stated.

“Luke, we don’t need any more money. You should be working because you enjoy it and because it’s your passion.”

He let out a condescending laugh before turning to look in your eyes. 

“Yea, well you don’t seem to mind all the money when you're sitting at home in the house that I bought, and leeching off of my bank account on the daily. D’ya think you could afford all the shit you have just based on your salary?” he spat crudely. 

You physically leaned back as if the words had just actually been thrown at you. They must’ve, because the pain they caused felt far too real to just be emotional. You opened your mouth to fight back, to scream, to do something but the lump in your throat prevented anything to come out other than a sad, and pathetic squeak. 

Was that what he thought about you? 

This had caught you completely off guard. Sure, you were expecting an argument, you’d even say you were expecting a big one, but you would’ve never guessed he would throw this in your face. 

You felt betrayed. It had always made you insecure that you were making such little money compared to your boyfriend. 

Some days after receiving your paycheck you would go out and spend it all on Luke, solely because you wanted to know that you could contribute too. You would do that whenever you got the chance, to reassure that your work was important, and valid. And mainly to show Luke that you appreciated all he did for you. 

He would always reply, “You don’t have to do this, love. I like spoiling my girl.” 

Yeah right. 

“I wasn’t, I m-mean I don’t try to lee-,” you paused, the word feeling too gross to repeat back. 

“Well, you do whether you're trying or not so the least you can do is give me a break occasionally.” he spoke casually, while changing into sweats as if he wasn’t ripping you apart with every word. 

You kept a blank stare at the bedroom door, your eyes already stinging with unshed tears. You wished you could be angrier but his words left you questioning and feeling guilty. 

As hard as you’d tried to provide for yourself and make your own way you couldn’t help but wonder if you had subconsciously started leaning on him, more than you had ever wanted. 

Luke continued getting ready for bed, not taking a second look at you since hitting you with his harsh words. 

“I-I’m sorry.” you croaked. 

“It’s fine, Y/n I just wish you could’ve been slightly more understanding.” he continued, still not facing you. 

“I think that maybe, I mean, um I gotta go.” you were speaking through tears, as you abruptly stood from the bed and hurried to leave the room. 

This caught Luke’s attention causing him to spin in your direction at lightning speed, finally taking in your emotional state.

“Going? Going where? I-what are you talking about?” 

You didn’t reply, grabbing your keys, bag, and shoes as you continued to speed to the front door. 

“Y/n!” he continued, following closely behind you. 

You paused at the front door and turned to meet his eyes. His stressed appearance subsided as you allowed him the opportunity to talk. 

“You’re upset.” he concluded, reaching a hand out to hold your cheek.

You leaned away from his touch and shook your head lightly, “M’not.” 

His features softened and he took another step closer to you, “You are. I’m sorry, I was harsh.” 

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” 

“Didn’t know?” 

“I don’t want t-to leech” you stuttered out. 

This rendered Luke speechless, realizing how cruel his words had been. You had taken this as an opportunity to exit the house, quickly running to your car. Luke made it to the driveway just in time to see you drive away. 

“Fuck” he snapped, jogging back towards the house to get his phone and call you in hopes of convincing you to come back. 

After calling you at least 20 times with no response he conceded and decided he should try and get some sleep, that way he was rested enough to get you to forgive him in the morning. 

His body fell naturally to his side of the bed, but his eyes lingered on where you typically laid. 

Rolling onto his back, eyes finding the ceiling he muttered to himself, “I’m an idiot.” 

Eventually he was tiring out, the bedroom ceiling growing extremely boring after staring for so long. He turned on his side to hug your pillow to his chest. As his hand slid under the pillow it came into contact with an envelope that had been hidden underneath. 

He sat up and flicked on a lamp to read the front, “To my Lu” 

He could tell that you had taken your time penciling on your words, each letter was flawless and written delicately. Before ripping it open he hesitated, questioning whether or not he even deserved to see what was inside after the way he spoke to you. The selfish part of his brain won for the second time that night. 

The first thing he saw after opening was two airline tickets situated just in front of a folded piece of notebook paper. 

He held his breath as he brought them into the light, two roundtrip business tickets to Sydney. 

He rushed to read the note you had left with them, unfolding it quickly. 

“Lu, 

Happy two years, my love. I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to call you mine for this long. Not a day goes by where I’m not in complete and utter awe of you and everything you do for me. I know how hard you work and how much you miss home and your family while you continue to grow in your music, and in yourself everyday. I know these aren’t the best tickets you’ve ever had by any means or the most extravagant vacation you’ve taken, but I wanted to show you how much I love you and how much I know you deserve, and need a break. We have 2 weeks, we leave tomorrow. I’ve worked it all out with the guys and your label. I know this is just a small way to repay you for the way you’ve taken care of me and the way you’ve loved me so selflessly for so long but I hope it shows you just a sliver of how much I love you. 

Yours always, 

               Y/n” 

He traced the letters of your name repeatedly as he blinked back a few stinging tears, before falling asleep, the note clutched tightly to his chest. 

That was a week, and about 100 missed calls ago.

About two days after you left, your friend had called to let him know that you were safe and staying with her for the time being. It had slightly lessened his worry, but the guilt he felt grew exponentially each day he had no reason to say your name.

He had claimed your side of the bed as his own in hopes that it would bring you closer to him. When he had finally dragged himself out of bed to shower he used your body wash and as embarrassing as it sounds nearly cried when the room was flooded with the familiar rose scented steam. And tonight while scouring through the liquor cabinet and feeling completely sorry for himself he had come across a bottle of tequila that you had purchased on your most recent vacation. 

Luke had put a serious dent in it by the time he was done scrolling through all of his pictures of you, and his finger began to itch with the need to call you. 

Through blurry and clouded eyes he located your contact, a breath hitching in his throat when he clicked the call button. 

With each unanswered ring he pinched his wrist, willing himself to wake up and discover this was all just some horrible nightmare, that he would just roll over and see you curled up next to him, warm, and sweet, and perfect. So fucking perfect. 

“You’ve reached y/n. Sorry I can’t get to the phone, leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks” 

But it’s not his nightmare that got him here, it’s his mistake. 

“Y/n,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy as he hasn’t used it much in the past couple of days. 

“I don’t know what to do anymore, I miss you and I’m sorry. I-” his heart was pounding and his intoxication numbed him from the feeling of  the hot tears that streamed down his face as he continued. “M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish and I was talking out of my ass that night, of course you’re not leeching. That’s fucking ridiculous, you couldn’t be, I give you nothing compared to what you give me. I just don’t know how to admit I’m wrong and the money is bullshit, it doesn’t matter, we could both live without it.”  his chest felt tight as he took a large gulp of air. “I-I can’t live without you, really I don’t think I can. I need you and I love you. I love you so much. Just please come home to me, please baby. I need you with me, and I want to fucking give you the world and I know you don’t need me to give it to you. I want to. I just-I want to give you everything, anything. You can have it all. It’s yours. I’m yours, alwa-”  his pleads were cut off by the dial tone. 

“Always.” he repeated, staring at the black screen. 

pt. 2

[heliads]

How to Move On

Based on this request: “A ghost!Luke Patterson x alive!reader but she is older. Like in the 90s they were but then he died and she got older. An angst story please :)”

masterlist

When he was alive, Luke Patterson lived five houses down from one of the cutest girls he’d ever seen. It still surprises him that he has to tack on that first part to describe anything that happened in his life before, like if he shuts his eyes hard enough he’ll find himself back in the 90s, when he had a pulse and a heartbeat and people could see him if he walked out onto the street.

However, an unseen blade cuts a little too deep whenever he thinks about his current situation, so Luke allows himself to fall deeper into the memory instead of returning back to reality. She’d lived five houses down, right? Or was it four? Luke has hardly been brought back as a ghost for a few weeks before he’s started losing his grasp on the details that bound his life. They’re all slipping through his fingertips, gone now in recollection as well as his ability to return to them in person.

Yes, five houses down- he’s certain of it now. Whenever he wanted to sneak out of his house to go visit her, Luke had to climb out of his window and weave through two backyards before he could risk returning to the sidewalk for another three houses. Five houses down, that’s right. Luke curses himself mentally, not wanting to forget another detail. He’s already lost the girl, he doesn’t want to lose the few figments of her in his memory. A ghost of her for the ghost he already is.

If he managed to sneak out of his house and make it down five houses, as he so often did, Luke could then toss small pebbles at one moonlit window. It usually only took two or three of these interactions before the window would be hurriedly unlatched, a beaming face peering out at him. Luke would allow himself a second of staring, admiring the way the moonlight cast the girl in a bone-white halo, then haul himself up into the room.

From the second his feet touched down on the bedroom floor, Luke would be in safe territory. He still took precautions, of course, keeping his voice down and his movements quiet. However, Y/N L/N always seemed to have a secret oasis in the form of her room, and he was never once caught. They both made sure of it, and if he and Y/N worked together, they could achieve any goal so long as it was worth it.

Y/N L/N. She was the one he’d left behind, one of the aches that hurt the most. He’d been lucky enough to win her love, either through some complete misunderstanding or maybe the fact that he’d finally done something right in his life, but he had her nonetheless. Or, he’d had her until the day he’d died, leaving behind nothing in his wake but grieving parents and the girl he’d sworn to stay with for the rest of his life. Well, his promise had come true in one sense, although Luke can’t help but wish there was another way around it.

To be completely honest, even as Luke dreads forgetting any detail of his past girl, he might fear thinking about her even more. It’s not that he wants to lose the picture of her smile in his head, or the way she’d reach for him when she was cold, it’s just that to think of her in any sense is like a knife stabbing him through the ribs, reminding him that he’ll never get her back. If he tries to push her from his mind, he won’t remember the way she’ll never be with him again. Isn’t that better?

Luke already knows the answer: no, not at all. Even this one slip in his memory, the faltering knowledge of how far apart their houses were, sends a jolt of worry spiking through him. Luke wouldn’t consider himself forgetful, maybe just a little absentminded, but the fact that he’s already starting to forget his past life worries him. However, to keep Y/N’s picture cherished in his mind means reminding himself of everything that he’d lost, of finally confronting all the memories he’s been holding back for so long.

Eventually, Luke finds himself in the studio, searching through the boxes and crates of stuff that had eventually made its way into dusty corners and spiderwebbed cracks of the room. Julie’s mom had been kind enough to keep at least some of Sunset Curve’s possessions, and so Luke ransacks these sparse belongings now. At last, his hand emerges triumphant, carrying with it an old photo album. It’s thin, spine scarcely thicker than a small paperback, but for the way he looks at it its pages could be lined with gold.

Luke pauses a second, steeling himself before flipping open the front cover. Instantly, he’s hit with a wave of memories. These first few photos had been taken a year or so before he died, when he had first started dating Y/N and everything seemed like he was living a dream. There are Polaroids from their first few dates, snapshots of festivals and boardwalks and everything a couple of teenagers could afford when they were young and stupidly in love.

Luke studies these, then the next couple of pages, and then the next. He must have been more distracted than he’d first thought, because he doesn’t notice Julie Molina enter the studio until she’s practically standing on top of him. Julie clears his throat, and he startles, doing his best to quickly close the album. For some reason, it doesn’t feel quite right to so openly share his memories of Y/N to anyone within eyesight.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there. Are we practicing?” Luke asks. Julie laughs, her smile a tad incredulous. “Not yet, but I’m a little worried as to why you were so quick to hide that book. What, are you trying to keep secrets from me?” Her eyes assure him that this question is purely an excuse to tease him, but Luke can’t find it within himself to smile back. Instead, he sits back down on the floor of the studio, gesturing listlessly to the empty space next to him.

“Not entirely. It’s just- well, I found this old photo album, and it’s kind of hard to not regret leaving everything behind. The current day is good, don’t get me wrong, and I love the band, but-” Julie picks up on his train of thought even as Luke’s voice trails off. “It’s not what you’re used to, and you feel bad about everything you could have had. I get it. I’m surprised you’ve adjusted so well, to be honest. It can’t be easy to leave your entire life behind.”

Luke lets out a quiet sigh. “Exactly.” After a moment’s consideration, he picks up the photo album again, opening the cover and passing it to Julie. She accepts it, glancing at him one last time to make sure he’s alright with baring his soul to her. A soft smile traces its way onto her face as she sees the photos of him and Y/N, grins so bright they could practically light up the world. “Who is this?”

Her finger lingers over a photo Luke had taken of Y/N. She had been wearing a Sunset Curve shirt, one of their first attempts at a logo. They’d long since changed the design, but she had said something about how her boys were so official and taken the first draft t-shirt nonetheless. Y/N had worn it to many shows since then, until the design faded into nothingness and she’d been forced to get a new one. Luke’s voice softens. “That’s Y/N. She is- she was my girlfriend. Back in the 90s, at least.”

Luke hates the way he has to say that, like she’s died instead of him. She was his girlfriend, they had known each other, they are each utterly different now and there is no getting back what they’d once had. Julie glances over at him, sympathy radiating from her gaze, but then she turns back to the photo, frowning over it in something that almost looks like recognition. “Wait, you said her name was Y/N? Like Y/N L/N?”

Luke sits bolt upright, melancholy thoughts completely forgotten. “Yes! How did you know that? Do you know her?” Julie’s excitement starts to bleed away from her, as if she knows something that ruins the dream she had been so thrilled to share. “Well, yes, but she’s not Y/N L/N anymore. She has a different last name now.” Luke picks up on what Julie is unwilling to say, and his stomach sinks a little. She has a different last name because she’s married, because she’s moved on.

Even as he thinks this, Luke feels annoyed at himself. Of course she’s moved on- he died 25 years ago. There’s no reason she would never love again, and even if she did, Luke would never want that for her. She was so bright, so happy, that the thought of herself locked away in mournful grief like his parents seems so utterly wrong that if that happened she might as well have died with him. Still, Luke doesn’t like thinking that there’s someone else out there receiving her smiles, hearing her hopes and dreams late at night the way he had once listened to her.

Luke must have gone silent for too long, because Julie is looking over at him again, pity written in every line of her face. She thinks for a second longer, then stands up, holding out her hand to him. “She still lives near here, actually. A few streets down. Do you want to go see her?” Luke stares at her, then rushes to his feet. “You mean it? You know where she is?” Julie nods. “Only if you’re willing to see her.” She’s right to worry- seeing Y/N again will mean finally coming to terms with everything Luke had left behind when he’d died, a final piece of proof that Y/N will never be his again. Still, if he hides away from her again, Luke will spend the rest of his ghosthood wondering what she might have been like and who she may have become. So, he nods, and allows Julie to lead him from the studio and down the blocks to Y/N’s house.

Even without Julie’s directions, Luke would know their destination even before she points out Y/N’s front door. He sees her in every corner of the building, every flower and tree planted in the yard. She’d always wanted a brightly painted front door, tall trees in the backyard so she could have a little shade on the summer days. They’d once planned what their future houses would look like, always choosing one for the two of them. If Luke sees traces of his ideas in her house now, does that mean Y/N still thinks of him? Or that she’s already forgotten that it was his voice suggesting those changes and not her own, that he’s already faded into the last few corners of her memory?

His feet stall in the driveway, but at an encouraging look from Julie, Luke forces himself to walk up the final few feet to stop in front of the front door. He reaches forward and rings the doorbell himself, although he can do no more once the door swings open. This will be Julie’s part- Luke can do no more than watch the woman in front of him with wide eyes.

She still looks like her. Is that a strange thing to say? She’s taller now, her face more lined and weary as if she’s had a lifetime of problems to deal with ever since Luke left her days. It makes sense that she looks older- the last time Luke saw her was 25 years ago, so she’s probably in her forties now. Still, there are traces of the girl he’d known in every movement, every step. When she looks questioningly at Julie, Luke can see the way she’d looked at him to ask when and where Sunset Curve would be performing so she could make sure to arrive on time. The gesture is so truthfully her that it practically hurts to see.

Julie’s eyes dart to Luke, as if trying to gauge his reaction, then she focuses her gaze firmly on Y/N. “I, uh, was cleaning out my mom’s old studio. I found something from the band who used to practice there- they went by the name of Sunset Curve? Your name was on one of the photos.” It’s a duplicate photo strip from a photo booth on a long-since demolished boardwalk, an excuse for the visit. Still, it’s enough to make Y/N’s eyes widen, and she looks at Julie as if she’s punched a hole right through her chest.

She gestures for Julie to follow her inside. Luke drifts in after them, staring at the photos lining the walls, the backpacks flung in a corner of the room. So she has children, a family. How long had it taken her to move on from him? She smiles in every family portrait he sees, but did she ever think about the boy she’d left behind? Would it matter that much to him if she did?

Julie hands Y/N the photo strip now, and tears glisten in the woman’s eyes as she looks at herself and Luke, decades younger and what feels like centuries happier. Julie, thank everything, is unwilling to let Y/N leave without asking her about the boy she’d left behind. “Did you know him well? The boy in the photos?” Y/N glances up sharply at Julie, startling as if she’d forgotten there was a girl in front of her, too drowned in the memories of the past to remember reality. It’s a familiar feeling to Luke, and it stings to see it on this older Y/N too.

“Yes, I did. Very well, in fact. I loved him with all of my heart until he died along with his bandmates.” She laughs quietly, the sound broken through with utter misery. It twists Luke’s heart like a blade. “I almost didn’t make it through the funeral. I was sitting next to his parents, and we were sobbing like we’d never smile again. He was everything to me, and I had no idea what to do when he was gone. I wish you could have met him- he was always so quick to a smile or a laugh. I never told him how much I liked his smile. I wish I had.”

Luke stumbles as if he’s been punched. Tears are pricking at his eyes, and he swipes at them angrily with his shirt sleeve. Why should he have to cry now, mourn everything he’d lost? Hasn’t he been through enough? Y/N swallows harshly. “It’s easy to get lost in the past. I graduated high school without him, went to college without him. I didn’t think I’d ever have to live a day without him, and suddenly I had an entire future completely empty of anyone like him. There are days when I almost think I see him in a crowd, and days when it gets easier. In the end, I think he’d want me to move forward, even as hard as that may be.”

Julie glances over at Luke once more, scarcely a second away from tears herself. “Yeah, I think he’d want you to be happy. That above all else.” Y/N sighs, the sound cutting through Luke and almost sending him to the floor. “Thank you for the photos, Julie. You take care of yourself.” Julie smiles. “I will. Thank you too.” Luke, sensing the imminent goodbye, takes one last furtive glance around the house. What if he had been there, present in every family photo and every line in her journals? He wishes nothing more than to have that option, to be able to go back, but he can’t.

So, he allows himself to follow Julie back out into the sunshine of the afternoon, and when the door closes softly behind him, he doesn’t look back. Julie is silent on the walk back, as is he. Luke heads for the studio, and he stops before the photo album before glancing up at the walls around him. If he tries hard enough, Luke thinks he can see her in every corner of the studio. There she is on the couch, laughing as she pretends to smack him with a pillow. There she is next to him on the piano, listening to his latest song. There are hundreds of her in the studio, hundreds of memories. That’s all he has left of her. Just memories and nothing more.

Julie returns to find him later, and it doesn’t take long for her eyes to cut across the room, landing on the photo newly pinned to the wall. There are two figures in it, a boy and a girl grinning madly as they reach for each other in a dusky night. Both of them are long gone now, dead and aged even as their photo-selves smile on. If Luke looks back at the photo now, keeping that image burned into his mind, he never speaks of it again.

requested by @charliegillespiewife​

jatp tag list: someone who i would not leave behind if i died in the 90s @underc0vercryptid​

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Ok, but hear me out

One day the squad finds something that was left for them inside one of the statues and it's a box full of stuff Zila and Nari left for them so they could kind of partecipate in their life.

Stuff like wedding photoes, full albums of pictures of them with their family, and a video diary where Zila leaves takes throught the years

I love this thought nonnie, I hope you love my interpretation!

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"What is that?" Fin asks, staring at the steel box that Ty and Kal had just pulled from the feet of Nari Kim's statue on orders from De Stoy. Scar circles it slowly and shrugs.

"If I had to guess, it's some kind of time capsule," she says. Everyone except for Auri throws her confused looks. "It's something old Terrans used to do. They would leave things in boxes and then dig them out later to see what life was like in a certain time. Based on the fact that the orders came from Zila and Nari, I would say that we're about to see parts of their life from the 2200's," she finds the latches holding the box closed and unlocks them, heaving and lifting the lid open on creaking hinges. Her squad crowds around to look into the box.

Tyler reaches first for the envelope that sits on top, labelled 'Squad 312', and opens it, pulling a page out. He clears his throat and begins to read.

"To Squad 312, I hope this letter finds you well and as alive as possible. I also hope that you can appreciate how much arguing went into hiding this capsule for you in the statue of Founder Kim, many argued against it. Luckily, I'm a pretty good Face. This capsule is for you to explore so that you can see the life your friend Zila Madran lived, the happiness she achieved. She worked hard, she deserved a good life after all. She told me stories of you when I was growing up and I think she deserves the same if you ever have children, so here are things to fill your stories with. Good hunting, Legionnaire Iris Kim-Madran, Face," Tyler finishes, passing a photo to the Squad and folding the letter back into it's envelope.

Scar takes it and everyone crowds again to look at it. She recognises an older Zila and Nari, but standing with them, is three younger people - two woman and a man - who tower over them, with dark skin, sharp jaws and soft eyes. The photo has a simple caption - The Kim-Madran Family.

~

Fin manages to upload and queue the video files to a holograph player in one of the meeting rooms and Auri finds some popcorn and they settle in to watch.

The video is static and then it pulls into focus and the scene in front of them is unmistakeable; a wedding. The sound is muted, but Nari and Zila stand under a flowery canopy, both wearing white. They exchange rings and Scar sighs in happiness as video-Zila grins and wipes tears away from her face. Fin wolf whistles when Zila and Nari kiss and Auri hits his shoulder, also looking overjoyed as the couple on the screen head back down the aisle, showered with flower petals and their hands clasped.

The next video has little sound and starts with Nari's grinning face. She shushes the camera and then steps away to reveal a room that is covered in soft blues and greens. The focus point of the video is Zila, asleep with three young children, also asleep, piled beside and on top of her. Scar recognises a younger version of the Kim-Madran kids and smiles as they cuddle up closer to their mum.

The next video is opened by the young man from the photo, maybe 15 or 16. He grins and turns the camera to his sisters, one of whom groans and uses her hand to try and cover a bruise down one side of her face.

"Ilio, turn the camera off. I don't need more people to see how bad I lost that fight," the bruised girl says, but lets her sister move her hand to try putting foundation over it. Scar smiles at the obvious smirk in the boy's voice when he speaks from behind the camera.

"I don't know, Iris, I think you need a record of how dumb you look right now so you don't do it again," he says and Iris throws a dry look at him.

"You look dumber," she says petulantly and Ilio laughs before the video ends.

The next video is loud with cheering and is filmed from an audience. Nari Kim is saluting an army superior and someone is announcing her as Admiral Nari Kim. Nari looks emotional but her training is overriding that, even if she can't hold back the smile at her family's excitement.

The video rolls through more videos, holiday mornings, anniversaries, graduations and a roast of Nari Kim's statue by her children that has Squad 312 crying with laughter. It is tangible evidence of a good life, filled with love and joy.

And then the Squad turns to the photo albums.

Countless specially preserved photos of a life well lived. Zila and Nari sharing the cake at their wedding, Nari and a Betraskan who is labelled as ‘Aunt Raya’ cutting the ribbon in the arboretum of the Aurora Academy and the Kim-Madrans at some sort of theme park, screaming on a roller coaster.

The photo albums seem to go on forever and there are none where Zila Madran, their friend, their sister, is not smiling with a joy that is impossible to miss.

At the bottom of the box, there are boxes. Copies of ancient tactical texts that Tyler and Saedii flick through excitedly, old pieces of tech for Fin to tinker with, dossiers of fashion that Auri and Scar fawned over and some antique weapons for Kal to examine.

The final thing in the box were letters, one addressed to each of them. The only dry eyes in the house were Saedii’s, but no one revealed the contents of their letters.

Finally, one last note, only two sentences and a signature - Ilio Kim-Madran.

I told my sisters you would be crying by now. How right was I? 

~~

Tag list: @the-weight-of-a-fingertip @isla-kady-blackwood @chloe123love607 @of-the-way-and-wildflowers @moonljte @iamheretodomythingrip

[harrywritingsbyme]

A Celebration

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: I’m so happy to be out of Tumblr jail and back to posting again! This one is hella detailed and fluffy...like I can’t stand how cute this is!!! And there’s some smut too…enjoy🙃

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Ever since you and Harry found out that he’d been nominated for not just one, but three Grammy’s, the atmosphere of you guys’ home was nothing short of electric and filled to the brim with happiness. There was this buzz that was radiating through the air as the both of you, specifically Harry though, celebrated this new milestone in his career. Normally Harry would forgo awaiting the nominations for any awards, but this time was a bit different. He’d seen how this album was received by not only his fans, but also his peers in the music industry and he couldn’t help but to feel a bit hopeful when it came to possibly picking up a nomination. But on top of that, and above all, you were constantly gushing over him. Always talking about how you were incredibly proud of him and that you were confident that he’d get the recognition that you and so many others felt like he deserved. It could be honestly said that you were just as, if not more excited for the recognition that he’d receive from his work than he was. And as a result, the two of you decided to tune into the live stream where the nominations were being announced.

Since Harry was back on set filming and he had to be there in the morning and on time, there was a very little window for the two of you to have a proper celebration of his nominations. But luckily for the both of you, Harry was an early riser which meant that once the time for nominations to be announced rolled around, he had his bag ready on the couch and his clothes on so that he could sprint out the door afterwards. This allowed the two of you to have a solid five minuets of celebration. And a celebration it was. Harry literally pulled you into his arms and refused to let go. He had the tightest grip on you as he repeatedly chanted the phrase “I did it” into your neck and spun you both around. After a couple more moments of just holding you and being happy, Harry releases you back down onto the floor and pulls away from you with a big smile on his face and glassy eyes.

“I did it!” He whispers happily to you, giving your hips a small squeeze.

“You did it baby!” You softly and very happily coo back to him as you reach up to cup the sides of his face to pull him down for a quick kiss. It was the perfect place to put a pin in you guys’ celebration. After a couple seconds of holding your lips against his pillow soft ones, you finally pull away to let him head out the door. “Now get out of here! Don’t want you to to be late, we’ll have a proper celebration when you get back later on.” You sigh up to him with a small smile, smoothing your hands down from his face to rest them upon his chest.

“That sounds amazing.” Harry replies, reaching down to pick his bag up from the couch before regaining his posture and slinging the bag over his shoulder. “I love you” He whispers with a dreamy tone.

“I love you too.” You hum back to him, matching the dreamy tone of his voice.

“I love you more, and I’ll text you a little later.” He says finally before leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek and heading towards and out the front door leaving you alone.

Now that Harry was on his way to set and would be there for a sizable portion of the day, you were able to put a little something together to surprise him. In ideal circumstances, you’d invite his close friends over to celebrate his achievement. But since there was a raging pandemic going on at the moment (and for the past nine months just about), it was just going to be a party of two. Despite this being the current state of everything, you still had the upmost confidence in the fact that the physical absence of his friends and family would be tremendously made up for through an influx of text messages and phone calls congratulating him. But even though this was the case, you still wanted to make this moment special for him. You recognized how hard he worked to make this album and how he really poured himself out into these songs. So you really wanted to let Harry know how proud of him you were and that he deserved every last drop, and plus some, of the recognition he was receiving.

A while after Harry left and you made yourself a little breakfast to get your day started, you got yourself together and you made a run to the grocery store to get everything you needed for tonight. You planned on making him one of his all time favorite dishes so you made sure to get out there as soon as possible so that you could make sure that everything was perfect. You also decided to try your hand at a little congratulatory cake for him. Even though you were never a baker like Harry, you did have some baking and cake decorating skills up your sleeve. So you picked up all the ingredients you needed to make the cake along with some fresh flowers and two bottles of his favorite wine to round it all off. Once you were finally done running around town, you make your way back home to get started on your plans for tonight. You were going to get started with your dinner plans right when you arrived back home, but you were pleasantly welcomes with a surprise call from Harry to which you immediately get all the bags inside the house before flopping down onto the couch to pick up the phone.

“Hey baby! Have a little break before pick back up with and I just wanted t’see y’pretty face.” He says sweetly through the phone.

“I feel like you’re trying to get some information out of me.” You reply suspiciously.

“I can’t call up my beautiful girlfriend out of the blue to say hello?” He asks through a laugh.

“Sure! But not today, especially given its recent developments.” You explain.

“So you do have something in the works?!” He exclaims happily.

“No I do not! And even though you look cute right now, it is not cute to fish for information.” You point out to him, trying your best to maintain your firm stance.

“Whatever you say babe.” He chuckles at your seriousness.

“So tell me about your day and stuff.” You quickly divert, your entire stern disposition immediately dissipating into a softer and happier one. The two of you then proceed to talk for a little under half an hour before he’s called back to set.

“Well I’m being summoned back to set, so I’m gonna let you get back to putting my surprise together and I’ll see you when I get home.” He announces.

“There is no surprise Harry.” You were trying to hold onto any remnants of the surprise you had left since Harry couldn’t help himself, or his nosey tendencies.

“Whatever you say bubs, I love you.”

“I love you too babe, and I’ll see you when you come home.” You reply before sending him a kiss and hanging up the phone.

From that point on, your time was completely dedicated to getting everything ready for when Harry got home. Once you hung up, you immediately lifted yourself up from the couch and you picked the shopping bags up from he front door before heading into the kitchen to get things started. You throw the bottles of wine in the fridge to chill a bit before getting started on the cake you had planned to make. After carefully following the instructions you found online, you manage to get the perfect cake batter and one thing crossed off your list. Once you slide it into the oven, you move right into preparing the beautiful bouquet of sunflowers you’d picked up from the flower shop on your way home. You trim the stems a bit so that they could properly fit into the vase you pulled down from one of the cabinets. After meticulously trimming the long stems of the flowers and filling the vase you sit them on the kitchen island before transitioning back to the cake. For the rest of its time in the oven you work on the frosting along with getting started on the main course. When your timer goes off, you quickly pull the cake from the oven to let it cool and you finish what you’re working on before sprinting out of the kitchen and upstairs to get yourself ready.

You make a b-line to the bathroom where you immediately turn the shower on and rid yourself of all your clothes before stepping into the steamy cabin. Once you’ve taken your shower and pampered yourself a little bit, you throw on one of the lingerie sets Harry bought for you a while ago that you hadn’t worn yet underneath a simple pair of gray sweats and one of his t-shirts. You then head right back downstairs to get back to cooking. You became so engrossed with getting the house and dinner ready, that you completely lost track of time and didn’t even realize that Harry was walking right through the door.

“Honey I’m home!” Harry announces as he makes his way towards the kitchen. To which you quickly step away from the stove so that you can redirect him to a part of the house that was not the kitchen. Before he can even make it into the kitchen, you’re standing right in the middle of his path to stop him.

“Hey baby, how was filming today?” You ask, trying to divert him and his attention elsewhere.

“More importantly, whats going on in there?” He asks nosily, bringing his hands down to your waist in an attempt to move you aside and see what was going on in the kitchen behind you.

“Okay how about this, you go upstairs and take a nice hot shower and not ruin what’s left of the surprise while I finish up what I’ve been working on all day. How does that sound?” You propose, making sure to keep a sarcastically sweet tone to your voice.

“You’re hot when you’re serious.” He replies bluntly, sneakily trying to bring his hands up under your shirt in the process.

“And you’re a bit of a pest when you ruin surprises.” You reply with a sarcastic smile on your face before lifting yourself up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Now go and let me surprise you!” You demand with a slight smile, nudging him back in the direction he came.  

“Fine!” He huffs as he turns himself back around and heading upstairs to follow your directions.

And while he’s doing that, you’re finishing everything you had going. By the time Harry was all done upstairs, you managed to finish putting the final touches on the cake, finish cooking the actual dinner, and set the table. You even lit a couple candles.

“Okay Y/n, can I come downstairs?” Harry shouts from the bottom of the steps. You were being the absolute sweetest by taking the time to cook for him, so he didn’t want to ruin the surprise any more.

“Yeah, I guess you can come down.” You shout back as you bring the food to the table.

“Is that-“ He begins as he walks into the room.

“Yep!” You interject as you sit the dish down. “I know it’s not a whole lot but I just wanted to do a little something for you and I wanted to let you know that I’m having a crazy proud girlfriend moment and I’m so happy for you and this is only the beginning because you’re kinda awesome even though you suck when it comes to surprises.” You rush out to him, ending your little speech with a sigh, deep breath, and a little smile. “And wearing shirts.” You quickly add on, motioning towards his bare chest. Without saying a single word, Harry walks right up to you and engulfs you in an enormous hug.

“I love you so much baby.” He mumbles into your hair, continuing to hold onto you as tight as possible without squeezing you too tight. The both of you stay like this for a little while longer until he loosens his grip on you. He then places a slew of kisses to your face before pulling you both over to one of the chairs and sitting down.

“Hold on, have t’get the wine.” You announce before shuffling into the kitchen to grab the bottle out of the fridge and returning to Harry. “It’s your favorite!” You say happily, waving the bottle around as you make your war back over to him.

“You really thought of everything didn’t you?” He asks in amazement. Words couldn’t describe how happy he was to be receiving all of this from you. He could honestly say that he was the luckiest man in the entire world.

“Just about everything if I do say so myself.” You reply proudly, sitting the wine glass and fork that you picked up on the way over, along with the bottle of wine.

“Well I’m very appreciative of all this, I love you to pieces, and I’m beyond hungry.” He says, pulling you down onto his lap.

“Well dig in.” You reply happily, motioning towards the dish in front of you both.

For the next hour, the two of you just sit at the table and talk as you collectively devour the food you made. You and Harry were just enjoying each other. One minuet the two of you were having a deep and heartfelt conversation, and the next the two of you were laughing your asses off. Everything was perfect.

“Can we go upstairs and cuddle?” Harry mumbles with a pout, sitting his fork down to focus on you.

“You mean sex?” You chuckle, pushing your hands to the back of his neck.

“I mean eventually yeah, just wanna talk some more.” He replies shyly.

“But I made a cake too!” You remember, quickly standing from his lap to grab the cake from the kitchen.

“Oh my goodness, you’re literally making me want to smother you with hugs and kissed then take you right on this table.” Harry groans, still processing how amazing you were.

“I made a small cake so I had to write small. And since you can barely read your own handwriting at times, it pretty much says “congratulations 3 time nominee”. That’s it, that’s all the surprises I got tonight.” You sigh happily, sitting the cake on the table for him to get a better look.

“Well forget the cuddles, I need to say thank you.” Harry says urgently, standing from his seat before pulling you up into his arms.

“Can we take the wine with us?” You immediately interject before he carries you both away.

“Of course.” He chuckles, allowing you to grab the bottle before running you both upstairs to the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, Harry tightens his grip on you and takes the wine bottle from your hands, sitting it on the bedside table. This allowed him to drop you right onto the bed and then immediately crawl on top of you. He wastes no time bringing his lips to your mouth, pushing you both right into the passion filled kiss. The passion came not only from the lust he constantly has for you, but also from the love he always has for you and especially the overwhelming feeling of love he has bubbling over in his heart from how you really did everything for him today, even if you only thought that it was a small thing like dinner. It’s the thought and effort you put into it all that was driving Harry mad. He just wanted to love on you and say thank you all night long; and that’s what he was planning on doing, even though it was supposed to be all about him.

As his mouth continued to move against yours, his hands began to wander underneath your clothes. And before you knew it, Harry was pulling away from your mouth to completely undress you to which he was brought to another surprise, one that you completely forgot about.

“I thought the cake was the final surprise.” Harry asks, taking in your lingerie clad body.

“I kinda forgot about this one.” You quietly whisper back to him as he continues to take his eyes up and down your nearly naked body.

“Y’so pretty baby.” He admires, taking one final look over your body before bringing his mouth back onto yours. But instead of staying there, he begins to bring his kisses lower. He sponges his mouth down the rest of your face, continuing down your neck and and chest, stopping  for a moment to press a kiss to the swells of your breasts along with the valet between them before continuing on. His kisses are incredibly tender as he continues on and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as he continued. It was something about his tenderness that really sent a shockwave through your body as he touched you. Once he’s made it between your legs, Harry begins leaving kisses everywhere. He leaves many on your lower stomach before moving down to the lacy hem of your panties, sponging a never ending amount all the way across. When he gets a bit further down, Harry’s kisses continue and they are left right on your pressure points. Your barely covered folds, the area between your cunt and thigh, and your clit. He even goes as far as to suck on it a bit through your panties. As he focuses in on your cunt, you can feel yourself getting worked up a bit. Not only was his mouth on you, but his hands were as well. At some points he’d have his hands cupped around your confined breasts, and at others he’d be squeezing at your thighs or running the tip of his finger up and down the small and sensitive area between your cunt and thigh to get one of those adorable giggles out of you. Either way, you could feel yourself becoming a bit sticky and you could feel yourself yearning for more and more. Thats why when Harry abruptly pulled his mouth off of you, your head immediately shot up from the pillows to see what was going on. “Just wanted t’say thank you.” He begins, lifting himself up from the bed so that he could properly remove your panties. “Not just for being the most thoughtful and most sweetest person in the world, but also for being my muse.” He continues on, pulling the thin and damp material down from your hips and off your body before going back to his original position on the bed between your legs. “Wouldn’t have the songs if it wasn’t for you darling.” He finally whispers up to you while locking his eyes with yours and bringing his mouth to your now soaking center. You didn't even have the chance to interject with a “but it’s supposed to be all about you”!  

“Oh my god!” You sigh delightedly, dropping your head back down again. He skillfully began to lap his tongue up and down your folds, pushing his tongue into you to scoop all of your juices onto his tongue. His hands were currently stationed on your thighs as he practically devoured you. He managed to move his tongue in a swift, yet languid manner. He was making you feel so good that your hands were wound in his hair, and your foot was planted right on his back, digging into him whenever he used the tip of his tongue to prod at your entrance or when he’d suckle on your clit. You absolutely loved it when he’d push his tongue back and forth against your entrance; it was like you were getting a little taste of what was to come a little later. You were losing your mind as the time went on. He was licking at every part of you and he was doing it in a way that guaranteed sending you into a frenzy.

And while you were in a completely blissed out and frenzied state, so was Harry. He couldn’t get enough of having his head between your legs. You tasted absolutely amazing per usual and he couldn’t get enough of hearing your moans and whimpers from the way he burrowed his face into you. In fact, while you were moaning above him, he was moaning right into you. Not only was it because of how good you tasted, but it was also because of how much he loved being between your legs like this. He loved having his face between your legs. It was just something about your scent along with the idea of being between your soft thighs that drew him in. And once he got started, it’d be extremely hard to stop him. As he ate you, he could feel himself stiffening up in his pants which only pushed him to keep going. This also increased the frequency of his muffled moans which radiated right through your clit, pushing you even closer to the edge.

As he continued on moving his tongue against you and moving his hands back and forth to other parts of your body, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge of your release. When he heard your moans turn into whimpers and pants, Harry pulls his mouth off of you and brings one of his hands that were on your breasts down between your legs. He then proceeds to use his index finger to flick at your sensitive clit. Every time he’d quickly brush the tip of his finger against the sensitive nub, you’d jump at the sensation.

“Wanna cum babydoll?” Harry asks sweetly, continuing to brush his finger against you, every once in a while bringing it a bit lower to push into your weepy little entrance.

“Can feel it in my stomach!” You breathe out, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to slipping right off the edge.

“Cum f’me baby.” He coos, bringing his hand up to your lower stomach to apply a bit of pressure and moving his mouth back onto you. And with that, you’re gushing right on his tongue. It was like a seismic wave of pleasure came crashing down onto you as you let go. And as you do, you can feel and hear Harry’s hums against you where he laps up every drop of your juices.

“Did so good f’me sweet girl.” He praises, giving both of your thighs a kiss before placing a final one in your slightly swollen clit which resulted in another jump from you and crawling back on top of your body. “M’gonna ruin you.” He growls playfully, nuzzling his head into your neck to softly bite at your skin. As he does this, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a string of loud laughs and occasional squeals; which causes Harry to stop his movements completely. “Is something funny darling?!” He asks amusedly, pulling his head up to give you a questioning look.

“S’just that what you were doing tickled, I’m still sensitive down there, and you always say that you’re gonna ruin me but as you can see m’still standing.” You explain with a little laugh. Even though it was his moment and all, you still liked to poke at him a little bit. And you were still a bit loopy from your first release

“Well how about this, you let me finish and we can discuss whether or not I keep my word.” Harry challenges with a smirk.

“Hey! Ultimatums are my thing.” You pout below him.

“Well how about you let me finish celebrating then.” Harry leverages playfully.

“Fine!” You huff dramatically. And with that, Harry brings his head back down to the crook of your neck and continues moving his hands all over your body and getting you ready for what was next.

Let’s just say that the two of you were going to be “celebrating” all night long.

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General Soul Eater HCs please

Soul Eater: General headcanons

Death the Kid:

He’s an art critic

Hear me out

He is obsessed with symmetry, and loves the beauty in it

So when he sees something non-symmetrical, especially in art, he can’t help but to critique it

May go as far as to send a personal letter to the artist (If they’re alive) about how offensive it is that they created something so asymmetrical

If he can’t send a letter to the artist, he’ll send one to the owner/museum and request it be taken down, while listing reasons why it’s horrible.

Anything he writes has an even amount of letters and words

Be that his test answers

Essays

Letters

Diary entry

Speaking of diary entries, he definitely has one

But it’s actually just a catalogue of symmetrical things he’s seen

He puts photos into it and writes about how beautiful it was to see

He doesn’t care what it is much, just that it was beautiful

Meaning he takes photos of people too

Which can be unnerving at times

He���s probably taken a photography class before, or at the very least is self taught

Literally has a photo album of things he views are beautiful, but non symmetrical and he would die if anyone found it

Like a particular sunset with uneven hills

Or a flower with one too many petals

Definitely has an 8 ball, not a magic one, just an 8 ball, it’s placed on a velvet pillow in his room and he frequently polishes it

Elizabeth Thompson:

Makes several backup plans as a way to cope

Especially after dealing with an experience with a ghost

She has notebooks full of them, labeled and detailed

At one point she started putting them in alphabetical order but stopped immediately when she realized Kid’s perfectionist habits were rubbing off on her

She practices acting in the mirror

Usually so she can charm a man into dating her

But also to con people

She used to be a “Street rat” and that thought of ending up on the streets again constantly plagues her mind

She takes full advantage of the “Rich life”

Shopping sprees

Quality makeup

Salons and spa days

The works

She lets Patty’s thought that she knows everything get to her head

The fact alone that her sister believes in her that much is enough to make her a bit egotistical

And Patty’s admiration for the girl makes it ten times worse

She literally doesn’t care if she ends up being wrong because she’ll just be right next time anyways

So stubborn in that aspect

Patricia Thompson:

She likes dark humor

You can’t convince me otherwise, you actually can’t, I have evidence

She made an origami Giraffe, and broke its neck

Laughed when Kid said he “wants to die”

She literally pokes him with a stick when he’s depressed

She likes dark humor, and probably looks up jokes to tell others just for kicks

She’s secretly sadistic, and likes scaring her sister and others

She may act naïve and innocent, but she is anything but

She definitely has, more than once, banged on Liz’s door at 3AM just to hear her sister squeal like a little girl

Honestly, she probably purposefully gets their pose wrong, just to see her sisters annoyance and laugh when Kid gets smacked

She likes origami

Probably first got into it because of the paper ninja stars

Then just found it relaxing

She most likely makes the ninja stars mostly, and keeps a box of her origami creations somewhere

Has in the past, and will not hesitate to do so again, beat someone up for kicks or just to destress

Patty has two faces, the childlike innocent one, and the insane anger one

So it’s not too far fetched to say that she’ll hide her anger till she can corner someone alone and beat them up

Or that she gets bored and decides to do so

I wouldn’t be too surprised if her sister occasionally joined as well

Maka Albarn:

She’s a Harry Potter nerd and you can’t convince me otherwise

She loves the concept of magic

Loves the dynamic between Ron and Hermione, though feels a bit of Deja vu thinking about it

Probably used to write fanfiction, but in a way that made it seem like it was actually part of the story

She will hit you if you mention it

Definitely the type to compare books to their movie counterparts

Not in like, a critic way, but she will definitely rant about the differences, or how a character looks exactly like she imagined, or if they didn’t put in a particular scene she liked in the book

Forces Soul into movie nights, but it’s only the movie counterparts to her books

I can see her forcing everyone into a group study session

Be super organized about it, and setting it up in a way so that no one can refuse

She probably has specific ways for everyone to study

Like having Black☆Star work out while studying so he retains the knowledge better

Or setting up the session in a symmetrical way so Kid doesn’t freak out about it

She writes letters to her mom, as a coping mechanism for when her emotions get to be a little too much

Like when she’s having a bad day

Or if she’s particularly peeved at something Soul did

She writes a lot more letters when it comes around the time of her mom's birthday or death anniversary

She likes the thought of an old timey romance, and often listens to songs that give off that kind of feel

She really likes “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”, it’s one of her favorites

She also likes the old Disney songs, like “Once Upon a Dream” and “So This Is Love”

She would be so embarrassed if anyone found out though, especially if it was her dad or Soul

She isn’t quite sure why she’s so worried about Soul finding out though

Speaking of, she half realizes, half doesn’t with anyone's romantic feelings, including her own

She’ll fantasize about getting a love letter or having someone present her with a bouquet of roses

But if it actually happens she’s like “Oh, thanks friend!”

She knows the behaviors, she just can’t put two and two together

They would have to be extremely blunt, no over dramatic confession, just “I’m in love with you and want to be romantically involved with you”

She reads dictionaries for fun

She really likes to read out of date dictionaries, just to see what words and slang existed back then

She also highlights words she likes and uses them frequently on accident

She has most definitely yelled “I have cupid’s kettlebells*! I’m not flat!” at Soul before

Soul Evans:

Bottles. Up. His. Emotions.

He’s influenced by “toxic masculinity” and fully believes that being vulnerable in a serious way “isn’t cool”

He will bottle everything up so deep down inside that it seems impossible for it to surface

Feelings of inferiority to others? Bottled

Want to cry or break down? Nope, gotta be cool

Started crying in front of someone and can’t stop? He’s not crying, you’re clearly blind

Speaking of crying, once he starts, and I mean genuinely starts, it’s so hard to get him to calm down, and even then the tears don’t stop

Sometimes he’ll start to freak out and send himself into a panic attack because the tears just won’t stop

He’s that influenced by the thought of being vulnerable

On a lighter note, he does adore playing the piano, but the only person he’ll play for is Maka

He swears it’s not favoritism, and it’s partially true, but favoritism does play a large role in it

He frequently drags Maka to his room to show her a new piece he put together

And if he notices her feeling a little down that day, he’ll start playing a song that he knows she likes

He definitely knows about her love for old timey romance songs and is very embarrassed to admit a lot of the pieces he constructs are based off of that

The walls are p a p e r t h i n , he can hear her music through the walls

He secretly finds it adorable when he catches her listening to it because she’ll be dancing around to it

He also frequently finds himself thinking about those moments

He’s the stereotype that parents tell little girls about, with how boys will bully their crush

He’s a lot more playful and easy going, but still teases Maka, so much

Unlike Maka, he’s fully aware of his feelings, and acknowledges them, but bottles it up, only letting himself entertain the thought every once in a while

He jabs at Maka’s lack of “Cupids Kettlebells” as a way to try and ensure she won’t fall for him, because he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she does

He reads the same dictionaries that Maka does, not for fun, but so he can know just what the actual h e l l she’s saying

More than once he’s had to look up a particular word or phrase online because he can’t find it in the dictionary

“What the hell? It’s an old Victorian saying!? Where does she keep finding this stuff!?”

Subconsciously, as time goes on, he starts using old phrases as well, he was so embarrassed the first time he got caught saying “Keep your idle daddles* off of her!” when defending someone from a perv.

Black☆Star:

Is so unbelievably selfish with food

It’s not even funny

He will stab someone if they reach for his food

He surprisingly eats healthy most of the time though?

Says something like “I have to otherwise I’ll never surpass the gods!”

The only person who could ever p o s s i b l y steal his food is Tsubaki, but even that’s pushing it

He has the weirdest dreams, and I mean weird

Dreams like being turned into a potato and being cooked, mashed, and devoured by Tsubaki herself

He didn’t talk to her for a week after that dream, and refused to eat potatoes for a full year because “You never know if it could be a person turned into a potato!”

He was also very offended when Tsubaki ate potatoes during that time period

He takes things very literally

Like up above, if someone does something in a dream, he acts like it was real

Or if someone makes a joke about fighting, he will drag them outside to fight

He’s secretly scared of Tsubaki

But it’s for literally the stupidest reason

And he fully believes that because of it she could fight god and win

She used to have a pet cockroach

One of the flying ones

And he is so unbelievably scared of them, because for some reason they just don’t die, and they have w i n g s

So the fact she owned one as a pet scares him so bad even though it was literally for only a week

He has a soft spot for children

He doesn’t really know why

He just does

Is secretly really good with kids

Literally the definition of dad material

He has his flaws but still

Little kids are the only people who could steal his food and get away with it

Every. Time. and it makes the others so mad

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa:

What can I say, she’s perfect

She probably receives love letters

Reads them over when she’s feeling sad

Likes to keep them in a shoebox she painted

She definitely paints to unwind and relax

Likes to go outside and paint the sunrise/sunset

Takes note of beautiful scenery so she can come back in her free time and paint it

She probably draws/sketches too

Carries a sketchbook with her

More than likely has drawn Black☆Star doing something

Like napping or training

She’d never show him though, too scared of inflating his ego or giving him the wrong idea

Stress bakes/cooks

We know she cooks

Liz took advantage of it and pretended Tsubaki’s cooking was her own

So we know she does

Sometimes painting/drawing doesn’t cut it

So she heads to the kitchen and bakes away her worries and unwinds

The main reason Tsubaki would possibly be spared from Black☆Star’s stabbing habit with food is because she cooks all the meals

She makes sure everyone is comfortable around her

She’ll go as far as to learn someone's customs and practice cooking their unique cuisine just to make sure that they feel comfortable and safe in her presence

She radiates mom friend energy

She’s perfect mom material, perfect wife material, perfect in general honestly

*Cupid's Kettlebells is a old term for a woman's bust

*Idle daddles is a old term for hands

I Hope you like these general headcanons for the main seven! You didn’t say which characters you’d like to see, so I played it safe by putting the main characters! Thank you for the ask!