#hozier/flo

[fics-not-tragedies]

In a Week: Chapter 24 🌲

Words: 3617; Warnings: none, unless you want one for drinking alcohol and another one a bit of spicy talk then you have them; Summary: Rooftop escape that melts the tension between those two.

Hozier tag list:

@letoursilencebreaktonight; @angelpeachamber; @sgt-morgan; @julessbrown

Wednesday, 7am

When Andrew woke up the next morning, no solid plan had been formed, no grasp on reality maintained—only the pounding ache in his head and the lingering truth that, amidst everything else that had unfolded, he hadn’t kissed Flo.

His mouth was parched, his hair a wild tangle, and the array of empty mini-bar bottles on the bedside table had served as a glaring reminder of the indulgence that had taken place. Piecing together the fragmented memories of the night required more effort than he had the patience for, but once clarity returned, it left him reeling. With a groan, Andrew rolled over in the bed, unwilling to succumb to self-pity. He frantically searched for his cigarettes, his coat getting patted down and tossed aside in frustration until the pack was finally retrieved. Lighting one on the balcony, he raked his unkempt hair back and took long, deliberate drags, the smoke doing little to settle the unease gnawing at his thoughts.

But the memory of her reaction struck him hardest. The pain etched in her expression as he pulled away haunted him. The awkward silence of the elevator, her retreat to the opposite wall to avoid his proximity, and her refusal to meet his gaze had etched themselves into his memory like scars. Walking her to her hotel door, offering nothing but a weak, forced smile before saying goodnight, had left him hollow. The nagging suspicion that he'd misjudged the situation or, worse, made her regret it consumed him entirely.

Yet, in the midst of his torment, another truth lingered: how undeniable the connection had felt, if only for those few suspended seconds. Her laughter, her vibrant presence. Andrew was certain she would have kissed him back with the same need that had overwhelmed him, her response filled with the same raw longing.

But the practical reality loomed. Tomorrow night, a world would separate them again—him on stage, pouring his soul into music as though nothing had happened, while the weight of their moment hung heavily in the spaces in between.

The cigarette burned down to a nub before he snuffed it out with swift finality, heading straight for the shower. Water pounded against his skin as his hands scrubbed at his face, the need to clear his head outweighing all else. After drying off hastily, Andrew drowned himself in cologne, though his red-rimmed eyes and persistent yawns betrayed the restless night. Clothes were pulled on with little care—a worn pair of black jeans and a burgundy shirt that he fumbled to button with shaking fingers. Grabbing his jean jacket, he threw it over his shoulders and rushed out the door, the urgency to see her eclipsing everything else.

Wednesday, 7:30am

The hotel restaurant was quiet, the gentle clinking of cutlery and soft hum of muted conversation filling the air. Andrew spotted Flo immediately, seated near the window, her fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. The sunlight poured in behind her, framing her in a golden halo that made his breath catch. She was wearing a loose, cream-colored sweater that fell off one shoulder, her hair casually pinned back, though a few stray strands escaped. Her eyes were fixed on something in the distance, and for a moment, she looked so serene that he nearly turned back, unwilling to disturb her peace.

But she noticed him before he could retreat. Her gaze snapped to his, her posture stiffening slightly, though she quickly hid it behind a small smile. It wasn’t the same smile that had lit up her face the night before, the one that made him feel invincible, but it wasn’t entirely guarded either. He took it as a lifeline and crossed the room, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets.

"Morning," he said, his voice rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat awkwardly as he pulled out the chair across from her.

"Morning," she replied softly, her fingers tightening around her cup. For a few moments, neither of them spoke. Andrew focused on the menu in front of him, though the words blurred together. The silence between them stretched, taut and uneasy.

Finally, Flo broke it. "You look like you didn’t sleep."

Andrew huffed a laugh, running a hand through his damp hair. "Is it that obvious?" He attempted to smile, but it faltered under her steady gaze.

She tilted her head, studying him. "You were thinking too much, weren’t you?"

He exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. "Caught me." The confession felt heavier than it should have, and he wondered if she could hear the tension in his voice.

The server arrived then, sparing them from the thick quiet that had returned. Andrew ordered coffee and whatever the special was, barely registering what the server said in response. When they were alone again, Flo finally set her cup down, her fingertips lingering on the porcelain.

"So," Andrew started, resting his forearms on the table, "em, how are you feeling?"

Flo raised an eyebrow at the question, her lips curving in a faint, almost teasing smile. "Are you asking if I have a headache or if I'm still reeling from last night?"

Andrew winced but chuckled, appreciating her directness. "Maybe both."

She sipped her coffee, her eyes flicking to the view outside for a moment before returning to him. "I'm fine," she said, but the way her fingers toyed with the edge of the napkin on the table suggested otherwise. "And you?"

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his still-damp hair. "I’ve had better mornings, to be honest."

Their breakfast arrived before either could say more, plates of eggs and toast and fruit that neither seemed entirely interested in. They picked at their food in silence, the quiet punctuated by clinking cutlery and the occasional murmur of conversation from other tables.

Andrew stole glances at her, unable to help himself. She looked tired, like she hadn't slept well, but there was something else in her expression—a hesitation, maybe, or a question she wasn’t ready to ask.

"I've been, em, thinking about last night," he said suddenly, his voice quieter now, careful. Flo’s hand froze mid-reach for her coffee, and she looked at him, her eyes cautious.

"Yeah?" she said, and he could hear the unsteady edge in her tone.

Andrew nodded, searching for the right words. "I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re wondering. But... I think I might have screwed things up."

Her brows knit together in confusion, and for a moment, her guard slipped. "Screwed things up how?"

He hesitated, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at the back of his neck. "I don’t know," he admitted. "I just... I feel like I hurt you, and that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do."

Flo set her cup down with a soft clink and leaned forward slightly, her gaze intent. "You didn’t hurt me, Andrew," she said firmly, her voice low but steady. "It’s complicated, sure, but... I’m not hurt. I promise."

The relief that washed over him was instant, though it didn’t erase the tension still coiled between them. He nodded, letting her words sink in, but the question that lingered in his mind refused to go unspoken.

"Then, em, what now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Flo looked down at her plate, the faintest flush creeping up her neck. "I don’t know," she admitted after a moment, her fingers resuming their nervous play with the napkin. "But I don’t want to pretend nothing happened."

The honesty in her words, in her voice, struck him deeply. He reached across the table, his hand hovering near hers, unsure if he should take the risk. At the last second, he hesitated and pulled back, his fingers curling into his palm instead.

Wednesday, 9am

The remnants of breakfast lay forgotten on the table, coffee cups drained and plates barely touched. Andrew leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers idly against the edge of the table as he studied Flo across from him. The awkwardness had begun to ebb away, replaced by a quiet ease he hadn’t anticipated.  

"We’ve got the whole day ahead, so, em," he said finally, tilting his head. "What do you want to do?"  

Flo looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "In a hotel like this? Isn’t the better question, what don’t we want to do?"  

Andrew chuckled, pushing his chair back slightly. "True. They’ve got, em, what—a spa, a gym, some sort of escape room thing, and…" He trailed off, glancing at the brochure sitting on the corner of the table. "Oh, a rooftop pool. That could be something."  

Flo’s eyes lit up at the mention of the pool, the way they always did when she was excited about an idea but trying to keep it casual. "A rooftop pool? Sounds swanky. Is it heated?"  

Andrew smirked. "Only one way to find out."  

Her smile widened, and for a moment, the tension between them seemed to dissipate entirely. "Alright, you’ve sold me," she said, pushing her chair back and standing. "But if we’re doing this, I want a proper poolside drink. Fancy umbrellas and all."  

"Deal," Andrew said, rising to his feet. "But don’t blame me if I’m terrible at lounging. It’s not exactly my strong suit."  

Flo laughed softly, looping her bag over her shoulder. "We’ll see about that. You might surprise yourself."  

They left the restaurant together, the air between them lighter than it had been all morning. As they walked toward the elevator, Andrew caught glimpses of her out of the corner of his eye—how relaxed she looked, how natural it felt to be here with her.  

The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped inside. Andrew leaned casually against the mirrored wall, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets. "You know," he said, glancing sideways at her, "I don’t think I’ve been in a rooftop pool since… well, ever."  

Flo raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Ever? You mean I get to be part of your first rooftop pool experience?"  

"Looks like it," he said, his tone playful. "Make it a good one, yeah?"  

She laughed, shaking her head. "No pressure then." 

Wednesday, 9:30am

When the elevator dinged at his floors, they parted ways briefly to grab their swimwear. Andrew walked quickly down the hallway, his mind buzzing with a peculiar mix of nerves and excitement. Once inside his room, he hesitated for a beat, staring at his open suitcase as though it might somehow hold the answers to what exactly he was feeling. He tossed a pair of trunks and a towel onto the bed, but his hands lingered as he picked up a tattered paperback he’d been meaning to finish for weeks. It felt symbolic somehow—a small gesture of hope that this might be one of those rare, quiet moments where he could let his guard down, with her beside him.  

He shoved everything into a bag, pausing only to glance at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was still a little damp from his earlier shower, and he noticed the faintest shadow of circles under his eyes. He raked a hand through his hair in a futile attempt to tame it, then stopped, letting out a breathy laugh. It wasn’t about how he looked, not really—it was about the prospect of spending time with Flo, of sharing something as simple and yet oddly intimate as lounging by a pool together.  

There was something about the idea—not just the novelty of a rooftop pool, but the promise of an unhurried moment with her—that made his heart race and his thoughts spiral. It wasn’t just anticipation; it was the reckless hope that maybe, just maybe, this would be one of those memories they’d both hold onto. Something uncomplicated and perfect in its simplicity, untouched by the weight of what had been unsaid between them. He slung the bag over his shoulder, grabbed his room key, and headed for the door, unable to shake the nervous thrill coursing through him. 

Wednesday, 9:35am

When the elevator dinged at her floor, Flo offered Andrew a quick smile before heading to her room. Her steps were measured, but her heart raced in a way that betrayed her calm exterior. As she closed the door behind her, she leaned against it for a moment, exhaling slowly. It was just a trip to the pool, she reminded herself. A chance to relax, to enjoy the view. But the flutter in her chest told her it was more than that��this was time with him, in a space where they could let the world fade away.

She crossed to her suitcase, unzipping it with deliberate care. Her fingers brushed over the folded fabric of her swimsuit, a soft sage-green piece that she’d brought on a whim. She hesitated, holding it up to inspect it as though the choice of swimwear might set the tone for whatever was about to happen. Deciding quickly, she placed it into a small bag along with a towel and a pair of oversized sunglasses, hoping they might shield at least some of her nerves.

Flo turned to her reflection in the mirror, smoothing a hand over her hair and fidgeting with the loose strands that framed her face. Her expression betrayed her inner dialogue—a mix of anticipation and caution, excitement and disbelief that this morning had somehow unfolded the way it had. The idea of the pool felt impossibly indulgent, not just because of its rooftop view but because of who she’d be sharing it with. There was something thrilling about it, the prospect of stepping out of the ordinary and into a moment that could be uniquely theirs.

She slung the bag over her shoulder, catching her own gaze in the mirror one last time before shaking her head with a soft smile. Whatever happened next, she wasn’t going to overthink it. Flo grabbed her room key and headed for the door, a quiet thrill coursing through her as she imagined the hours ahead.

Wednesday, 10:15am

When they reunited by the rooftop entrance, Flo was already dressed for the occasion, a flowy cover-up over her swimsuit and oversized sunglasses perched on her nose. She grinned at him as they stepped onto the deck, the view taking both of them by surprise.  

The rooftop was an oasis in the sky, framed by glass walls that offered panoramic views of the city below. The pool shimmered in the late-morning sun, its clear surface dotted with a few other hotel guests. Lounge chairs lined the deck, and a small bar nestled in the corner promised the kind of indulgence Flo had insisted upon.  

"Wow," she said softly, pulling off her sunglasses to get a better look. "This is… pretty incredible."  

Andrew nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "You’ve got, em, good taste."  

She turned to him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Race you to the pool?"  

He blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but then he grinned, tossing his bag onto a nearby chair. "Oh, you’re on."  

Without waiting for a response, she bolted, her laughter ringing out like music as it bounced off the walls of the hotel. Her feet barely touched the floor as she darted toward the pool, the sun catching the gleam in her eyes and the effortless grace of her movements. The sound of her laughter was infectious, a carefree melody that spurred Andrew into action, his heart picking up its pace as he watched her disappear toward the shimmering water ahead. 

For a brief moment, he hesitated, caught between the urge to let her go and the need to follow her—to chase the spark she always seemed to ignite in him. But it was only a second before he pushed off from the edge of the rooftop lounge and ran after her, his own laughter bubbling up as he caught sight of her teasing glance over her shoulder. She was already ahead, but the playful energy between them created a magnetic pull that tugged him toward her, urging him to close the distance.

With each step, the tension from earlier that morning melted away, the weight of the world slipping from their shoulders as they moved toward the pool's glistening surface. They were no longer burdened by expectations, by the complicated moments that lingered between them—their connection, now, was pure and uncomplicated, driven by nothing more than the joy of the chase and the thrill of the moment. 

The sound of water lapping against the pool’s edge greeted them as they reached it, and Andrew felt the cool breeze of the open air against his skin. In that instant, the world felt smaller, simpler, and everything—every hesitant thought, every question—faded into the background. They had reached a place where nothing else mattered except the shared laughter and the feeling of freedom that came with it. The rooftop pool was more than just a pool now—it was a space where time had slowed, where they were just two people, enjoying a rare, unburdened moment together.

Wednesday, 10:30am

As they both neared the edge of the pool, Andrew grinned, his breath quickening from the exhilaration of the chase. Flo was already standing at the water's edge, her back to him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She glanced back over her shoulder just as Andrew reached her, eyes sparkling with a challenge.

"You’re too slow," she teased, her voice a mix of laughter and breathless triumph.

Andrew couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. "You know, you’re not going to get away with that forever," he warned, stepping closer, still feeling the rush from the sprint. But his words were playful, light. There was no tension now—no unspoken weight between them. Just the easy rhythm of their connection, pulsing like the beat of their laughter.

Flo stepped back, dipping one foot into the pool, her toes skimming the cool surface of the water. "Oh, I don’t know, I think I’m winning so far," she said, eyes flashing with mischief as she playfully splashed some water in his direction.

"Hey!" Andrew jumped back instinctively, raising his arms to shield himself, but he was already laughing. "That’s how you want to play it, huh?"

"Always," she replied, grinning widely, before she stepped into the water, fully submerging herself with a graceful dive.

Andrew watched her disappear below the surface, the ripples spreading out like waves in a calm sea. The brief moment of stillness left him with an unexpected feeling of anticipation. He didn’t hesitate for long before following her, diving in with a smooth, fluid motion, cutting through the water to catch up with her.

When he resurfaced, he was met by her laughter again, as she was already floating on her back, eyes closed to the sky. The sun was lower now, casting a warm glow over the rooftop, and the city stretched out beneath them in every direction—vast and alive. He moved closer to her, his body lazily drifting in the water beside hers.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The sounds of the city, distant but persistent, hummed in the background, while the water enveloped them in a quiet cocoon of shared space. Flo’s laughter, the soft splashes as they both gently paddled, the faint breeze moving through the air—it was all part of the serene atmosphere, a calm after the flurry of their playful chase.

"Alright," Andrew said after a long, comfortable pause, breaking the silence but keeping his tone easy. "What do you think? We’ve earned this, right, em?"

Flo opened her eyes and smiled lazily, her arms outstretched to let the water carry her. "Definitely," she agreed. "I think we’ve earned a few more moments like this."

They floated there together for a while, just enjoying the simple pleasure of the water, the sky, the space between them where nothing needed to be said. It was as though everything outside of that moment had faded into nothing, and it was just the two of them, drifting on the calm of the rooftop pool, content in the peace they’d found together.

For Andrew, it felt like an oasis. The worries that had clung to him earlier, the unsaid words, the lingering questions—they seemed miles away, lost in the warmth of the afternoon sun and the easy, unspoken connection that had quietly settled between them. It was a rare kind of peace. A peacefulness he hadn’t known he’d been craving until now.

"You’re quiet," Flo said softly, her voice pulling him back from his thoughts. She had tilted her head toward him, her eyes searching his face with a touch of curiosity. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Andrew smiled, tilting his head back to glance at the clear sky above, allowing the moment to linger just a bit longer. "Just... thinking how, em, lucky I am to be here with you."

Flo raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. "Is that so?"

He met her gaze, his expression open, sincere. "Yeah," he said, his voice low but firm. "This... this, em, feels like the start of something good."

The air seemed to still for a heartbeat as Flo’s gaze softened. She nodded, just a little, as though accepting the truth of his words. "I think so, too," she murmured, her voice just above a whisper, as if she didn’t want to break the fragile magic of the moment.

And with that, they stayed, floating in the water, basking in the quiet joy of the rooftop pool, where nothing existed but the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the water, and the unspoken promise of something more to come.

[ennislamore]

Florence and The Machine - Choreomania x Hozier - Movement

[wormiebbea]

they are giving me the aux at friendsgiving this year (mistake)

[black-is-beautiful18]

Hozier be listening to Megan Thee Stallion, Flo Milli, and Bree Runway??? Yeah I definitely gotta stan now. We love a cultured man.

[battleofjericho493]

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[tsunael]

5 Character Associations - Tsuna

Tagged by: tumblr said I was tagged in this and I don't think I was?? SO IM DOING IT ANYWAY. And if you actually did and I'm blind? Thank you @icehearts !! Tagging: @wind-up-nhaama !!

EMOTIONS/FEELINGS

Vengeful

Compassion

Shame

Trust

Warm

COLORS

Red (justice, self-sacrifice, & blood)

White (purity, death & mourning)

Purple (nobility & strength)

Green (tea & the green wrath)

Pink (flowers & girlish sensibility)

SCENTS

Sandalwood (Incense, earthy)

Brightlily (her home, her perfume)

Walnut oil (polished wood, her hair & skin)

Alcohol (a healer & bad habits)

Fogweed (a vice)

OBJECTS

A ring on her hand; a promise.

A chain across her horns; an apology.

Job stones; pearl white & jet black.

Crystal of Azem; A dream of a woman called Ourania…

A kaiken; always on her. It drew her first blood.

BODY LANGUAGE

Coquettish. She once knew the power that a mere glimpse of her wrist could hold.

Her tail belies her emotions.

Poised, rigid. She lives with Doman discipline.

She moves with a dancer's grace.

Worshipping. Once she abstained, now she devours.

AESTHETICS

White flowers in a vase; dried.

Lacquered paulownia wood; polished.

Countless pearls in your cupped hands.

Ripe peaches in a bowl; a side of fresh cream.

The scent of the forest after a warm rain.

SONGS:

Rabbit Heart (This is a gift, it comes with a price.)

Shura no Hana (I threw away my womanhood long ago.)

Lost Childhood (Mother, I miss how you always kissed me goodnight. Father, I miss how you told me your gentle lies.)

Sweet Song (You were a half of me a long time ago.)

Cherry Wine (But I want it, it's a crime. That [s]he's not around most of the time.)

[therockerfromspace]

Was tagged by @thepondstogether to share 15 songs, so here are some of my favourites from this year thus far.

1. Jaded by Miley Cyrus

2. Not Strong Enough by boygenius

3. Fly Girl (feat. Missy Elliott) by FLO

4. Amnesia by M83

5. A Ladder by Gengahr

6. Always Get This Way by The Aces

7. Float (feat. Sean Kuti & Egypt 80) by Janelle Monae

8. OK by Black Honey

9. A&W by Lana Del Rey

10. Crave by Paramore

11. Love From The Other Side by Fall Out Boy

12. Be On Your Way by Daughter

13. Since I Have a Lover by 6LACK

14. Eat Your Young by Hozier

15. PROMESA by Rosalía and Rauw Alejandro

I tag @spitfyaa @livinglaughinglove and @loiteringdiligently along with anyone who wants to take part!

[caribwitch]

“Dog Days Are Over” introduced me. “Cosmic Love” made me fall in love. “Strangeness & Charm” and “Leave My Body” are my ritual anthems.

ok what’s your florence + the machine song. mine is rabbit heart (raise it up)<3

[aphe-blog]

[fics-not-tragedies]

In a Week: Chapter 23 🌲

Words: 2151; Warnings: none, unless you want one for drinking alcohol and another one a bit of spicy talk then you have them; Summary: Unspoken emotions and yearning swirling against the backdrop of a stormy night.

Hozier tag list:

@letoursilencebreaktonight; @angelpeachamber; @sgt-morgan; @julessbrown

Tuesday, 8:40pm 

“Fuck, I’m sorry…” he sighed, out of breath, forehead coming to rest against hers, eyes tightly shut, “I’m sorry” he repeated, not having found the strength to let go of her yet. 

His mind contradicted him over and over, needing more, but knowing the danger if he spent a moment longer with his mouth on hers. He moved his nose a half centimeter and it brushed against her forehead. Flo let out a small laugh, something nondescript which made his heart pound illogically. Though he was struggling to keep his breathing under control, the heavenly noise bubbling in her throat brought him back to the room. He shook his head and kept his eyes shut so he didn’t have to face what he just did.

“Look at me” she demanded, though her voice was shakier than she intended.

Andrew couldn’t resist her command and opened his eyes into hers once more, his hands dropping from her to fall by his sides. They were an intense emerald green, wide, searching for something in his perfect face, his anguished features then at last settling on his lips. She tried to process the fact that they’d just been on hers again, how good it had felt, how familiar it was and how she hadn’t wanted it to stop.

This was her cue - she had made herself a compromise, a deal, a promise. 

And Flo didn’t make promises she couldn’t keep.

“Andrew, I want you…” she stated, her lips curling with sheer joy at the relief of admitting it out loud at last.

Andrew stared back at her blankly, eyebrows twisted in confusion, like he either hadn’t heard her or had blacked out entirely. 

“I need you” she added.

Her whole body was trembling with the fear of the unprecedented, but she didn’t waste a second longer wallowing in insecurity, propelled herself forward with her desire, moved onto her tiptoes and brought his face down to hers. Her hands curled into his hair and before he could form a response, she was kissing him back.

It was slow at first, unfamiliar, alien for her to be the initiator and it took a while for Andrew to even react but when he did, he moved his mouth against hers with a fervid determination. He tried to resist it, he really tried, but he didn’t want to try anymore, so fed up of trying that when he allowed himself to give into his desire fully, a loud moan fell from his lips and made her shudder. It was a moan of both relief and astonishment, that only made her more ravenous for him.

Her hands quickly found their way inside his jacket, roaming his chest, trying to push it off him, worried if she slowed down that he would too. His hands found her hips again, digging tightly into her to pull her against his body, needing her closer, needing more than he’d already been blessed with.

It was hungrier, open mouthed and desperate this time, his lips searing her mouth with each movement. His tongue danced with hers effortlessly, his breath hot at the back of her throat as he clutched at her dress, needing it off already. As he undid the top two buttons to expose her chest, Andrew was unable to collect a single thought, form a simple sentence, or find a string of words that could summarize the complexity of how he felt.

Neither of them had noticed the lift doors peeling open, the ding as they arrived at her floor and only pulled away when they were both struggling to breathe, hearts pounding in sync. Flo was completely enthralled by the entranced look he was giving her, truly addicted to the giggle shaking against her mouth as he pecked her lips again, the way his fingers had knotted in her hair. He ran a thumb over her lips, swollen from the intensity of their kiss, so overwhelmed when she sunk into his touch gladly, wide eyes following his every movement. Andrew was failing completely to hold himself together now he had a taste of his Flo like he had.

“Are you sure?” he mumbled, shrugging out of his jacket as she pushed it off properly for him, holding it in one of his fists which he pushed against the bottom of her spine to keep her pressed against him, the knuckles digging into her in a way that only excited her. Like flicking a switch, Flo allowed herself to let go fully, every worry she had pushed to the back of her mind and it felt too good. She nodded for a while, caught in the darkness of his eyes before she managed to reply with a breathless: “Yes.”

Andrew nodded in both relief and disbelief, his whole body exhaling with need for her, the idea of fulfilling every desire and fantasy he had since he’d first laid eyes on her threatening to tear him apart. He smiled widely before pulling her against him for one last quick kiss, one that left her wanting so much more, her entire body trembling, longing for her cravings to be satisfied at last.

Then Andrew pulled Flo out of the lift into a certain promise of oblivion.

Wednesday, 2am

It was clear to her now that she dreamt the ending of their evening. She hoped he would kiss her while they were riding the elevator in silence, her claustrophobia acting up on her again, but he didn’t and it broke her heart somehow, even though she knew it was a really wrong thing to do.

Andrew knew it too and he was struggling, standing close to the opposite wall, weighing the options he had. He could end the evening like he did the first time, simply walking her to the doors of her room, then leaving her with a heartfelt ‘goodnight’. Or he could risk it all, wrap his arms around her, press her close to his chest, feel the warmth of her body mixed with the scent of her perfumes, then smash his lips with her, his beard tickling her face, his kiss leaving her breathless.

He did neither of them, all he did was letting her walk out of the lift when it stopped at the second floor and silently he watched her walk through the carpeted hallway, until the doors didn’t close with a heavy thud and he flew up to his floor.

Flo was laying on her bed now, wide awake, her body wrapped in the sheets like she was a part of renaissance painting.

In the quiet corners of our lives, there are emotions that defy the constraints of language. And she knew that last night was one of those moments, the kind that begs for silence, where words fall short, and you find yourself in the embrace of an indescribable feeling. In those instances, it's almost as if the universe whispers, urging you to let those emotions be, to revel in their entirety.

Picture a scene bathed in the warm hues of sunset, where time seems to pause, allowing them to absorb every detail. The air is filled with a fragrance that words cannot capture, and their heartbeat synchronizes with the rhythm of the moment. Each breath feels like a sacred dance with the universe, and every passing second is a precious gem.

In the midst of this profound experience, there's a reluctance to tarnish its purity with the mundane. The idea of slapping a label on it or dissecting it with an explanation feels trivial, almost sacrilegious. So, they let it linger, untainted and untouched, relishing its unspoken beauty.

Yet, now, in the silent acceptance of these feelings lies a dilemma. How does she deal with the aftermath now?

The rain outside the window intensified, a rhythmic symphony of nature's percussion gradually building to a crescendo. What began as delicate droplets evolved into a torrential downpour, as if the heavens had unleashed a cascade of emotions upon the world. The sky wept unabashedly, each raindrop a tiny storyteller carrying tales of the heavens.

Yet, she remained cocooned within the sanctuary of her hotel room, nestled beneath the soft embrace of her covers. The gentle pitter-patter on the windowpane provided a soothing backdrop, a lullaby that echoed through the walls of her haven. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the space. The air was permeated with a comforting scent, a blend of vanilla and lavender, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Outside, the storm raged on, transforming rain into an impassioned dance. The occasional flash of lightning painted fleeting pictures across the dark canvas of the night, accompanied by the distant rumble of thunder, like a celestial orchestra performing its symphony. The world beyond her window seemed wild and untamed, a testament to the unpredictable beauty of nature.

In contrast, her safe haven for the time being was an oasis of serenity. The sound of the rain against the window created a serene ambiance, a natural melody that serenaded her into a state of relaxation. The warmth beneath the covers enveloped her like a protective shield, warding off the chill that lingered in the air. She closed her eyes, embracing the sensory blanket of the storm outside.

The room became a refuge, a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still. The raindrops continued their dance, now accompanied by the occasional hail, creating a symphony of textures against the window. It was as if the universe had orchestrated this moment just for her - a moment of solace amidst the chaos of the storm.

Wrapped in the cocoon of her own thoughts, Flo allowed herself to drift into a realm of imagination. Lying in bed in her quaint hotel room, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to Andrew.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm ambiance that played hide-and-seek with the shadows. The rhythmic patter of rain against the window served as a hypnotic backdrop, coaxing her thoughts into a realm where reality and fantasy intertwined.

Images of Andrew's magnetic smile and the way his eyes held a mysterious glint replayed in her mind like scenes from a film. They had shared enough moments together, for her to already be enamored by him. The shared laughter, stolen glances, and the occasional brush of hands had created an unspoken connection, one that lingered in the air like the scent of the pine trees outside.

As Flo closed her eyes, the details of their encounters played out in vivid hues. The memory of Andrew's voice, deep and resonant like the echoes of the forest, resonated in her mind. The palpable sexual tension between them hung in the air, a magnetic force that neither could ignore. It was as if the woods themselves conspired to weave a tale of passion and desire, and Flo found herself drawn into the intoxicating dance.

The rain outside, now accompanied by the distant rumble of thunder, mirrored the storm of emotions swirling within her, each droplet carrying the weight of longing she couldn’t suppress. Her imagination painted vivid scenarios teetering on the edge of fantasy and reality—a secret rendezvous beneath the shelter of ancient trees, where the rain bore silent witness to the magnetic pull between them, each drop a rhythm to their unspoken dance of desire.

In her mind’s eye, the hotel room morphed into a realm of unspoken possibilities. The warm flicker of the lamp bathed the space in a golden haze, its soft glow casting shadows that seemed to whisper of hidden passions. The earthy scent of the storm mingled with the electric charge of anticipation that filled her as she envisioned him there beside her, close enough to touch, the heat of his presence weaving through the air like a physical force. Their chemistry felt alive, a tangible spark waiting to ignite.

As the storm outside grew fiercer, the scene in her mind deepened in its intensity—a stolen kiss that lingered like the first crack of lightning, a murmured confession of feelings too overwhelming to contain, and the unspoken promise that beyond the door lay a moment of surrender to the undeniable connection between them. The raindrops beat against the windowpane, their rhythm matching the heightened tempo of her heart, echoing the shared yearning that had captured her.

Reality blurred with fantasy, each feeding the other in a seamless dance that left her suspended between the two worlds. The storm outside raged on, a tempest of sound and fury, but inside her cocoon of thoughts, she lingered, savoring the intoxicating swirl of emotions he had stirred—a heady mix of excitement, tension, and the delicious ache of the forbidden. Each pulse of thunder, each drop of rain, seemed to draw her closer to the edge of a longing she could no longer deny.

[grimmlinn]

the transition between de selby (part 1) and fruit loop on my bike ride home went crazyyy like

[ylangelegy]

like real people do ☢️ seungcheol x reader.

little is known about the apocalypse of 2017. a century later, archivists are now unveiling the relics they found from those who lived through that time.

★ seungcheol x reader.  ★ word count: 2.1k ★ genre: alternate universe: apocalypse, alternate universe: soulmates (the only way for your scars to disappear is when your soulmate kisses them goodbye), angst, romance. ★ warnings: major character death. depictions of death/violence, injuries/scars. established relationship; suggestive scenes but no real smut. set in a fictional apocalyptic world. doubling down on the angst warning; i cannot say with any certainty that this is a happy ending. ★ footnotes: this is part of my follower milestone event. viv gave me an inch (a request for angsty seungcheol) and, in turn, i am giving her a mile (a whole thing instead of just a ficlet). mahal kita, @heartepub! this will be the last hozier brainrot i offer you— for now. + much thanks to @gyubakeries and @tusswrites for beta reading! love you both to the end of the world. ❤️‍🩹

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ like real people do by hozier. apocalypse by cigarettes after sex. i know the end by phoebe bridgers. fourth of july by sufjan stevens. interlude: i’m not angry anymore by paramore. atlantis by seafret. end of beginning by djo. nobody’s soldier by hozier.

When the fish started dying, you did not think: This is how the world will end.

Why would you? The decimation of marine mammals and seabirds didn’t make the news. The misguided scientific breakthrough that triggered everything was kept under wraps.

It isn’t until much later, until the damage is irreparable and the Rapture is imminent, that you will realize it. 

The world as you know it is ending— but at least you have Seungcheol.

There’s some cruelty in the timing of it all. The two of you had just moved in with each other, coasting on the honeymoon phase of a long-term couple with a new thing to share. The paint on your apartment’s walls had yet to dry when the government declared a state of national emergency.

Dozens of other countries followed suit not long after, all blaming one thing or the other. Food crises. Social unrest. Cultural collapse. 

“This is crazy,” Seungcheol grumbles. 

The television is playing clips of a hurricane tearing through the Philippines. Extreme weather conditions, the reporters are saying. Due to the rise of CO₂ levels. 

You and Seungcheol are sprawled out on the floor, watching it unfold. The furniture store meant to deliver your couch has delayed shipment until further notice. 

Seungcheol has always been the sulky type, though the expression on his face nowadays has been less of his trademark pout and more of a serious frown. You can feel his growing agitation in the stiff way he holds you, in the set of his eyebrows. 

“It’s crazy,” you agree quietly, resting your hand on his knee in a bid to calm him a bit. “But it’ll pass.” 

Your touch seems to give some sort of reprieve. He rolls his shoulders. He unclenches his jaw. 

“It’ll pass,” he echoes, reaching out to intertwine your fingers. 

Neither of you knew just how wrong you could be. 

April 8, 2017 

Weird times. Cheol knows just how anxious I get when I’m cooped up, so he encouraged me to pick up journaling. I’m not sure how much this will help, but it’s worth a try. 

It’s been a month since everything has essentially gone on ‘lockdown’. The news says that all of this started because researchers wanted to regulate harmful algae. Their genetically engineered virus ended up infecting all algae, and now the majority of phytoplankton are just... dead. 

I don’t know what to write about. Terrible oxygen levels? Seafood costing a fortune? This ‘work from home’ system everyone is trying to figure out? 

I guess I should just write about the good stuff. That way, when I look back on these entries, I can remember something good.

Today, Cheol tried to fix a leaking faucet himself instead of calling for a plumber. We flooded the kitchen floor, and ended up wet from head to toe.

I cooked pasta, called mom and dad on Skype, and watched the latest episode of Santa Clarita Diet. 

Once everything opens up again, Cheol and I have to visit my parents. (And ‘get better screwdrivers’, he claims.) 

When Seungcheol first kissed you, you did not think: This man is my soulmate. 

It had been a clumsy, shy thing, traded way back when the two of you were high schoolers still stealing away from your eagle-eyed parents. Seungcheol liked to wax poetics about how it was perfect even though you know that first kiss was more a clash of teeth than anything. 

You don’t discover the truth of everything until a couple of years into dating. Seungcheol had gotten into playing basketball, and, one evening, you absentmindedly pressed your lips to a scar he had at the bend of his elbow. 

The mark smoothed out instantly. 

Seungcheol had giggled at the development before spending the rest of the night kissing every inch of your skin that he could reach— injured or not. You still think it’s one of your best memories as a couple. 

Kisses that healed scars. You hadn’t believed in the stories yourself until it had happened to you, until you realized how fortunate you were that your soulmate wasn’t halfway across the world or something. No, you had your soulmate, and he was more than willing to kiss away all your wounds. 

You had counted yourself as lucky. You still think you are, even now, as Seungcheol strokes your hair and holds you to his chest in the pitch black darkness of your apartment. 

His voice is quiet and small when he speaks up. “I’m sorry.” 

“What for?” you mutter back. 

“I’m sure this isn’t what you imagined,” he says. “For us moving in together and everything.” 

An amused snort escapes you. Of course that would be your boyfriend’s concern. There’s the rotational power outages and the merciless prices of goods due to inflation, but Seungcheol is worried about your expectations not being met. 

You shift in his hold. The days have been getting warmer and warmer, and the evenings are no exception. Seungcheol has taken to sleeping shirtless. You’re a couple of celsius away from doing the same. 

“It’s not your fault that we decided to move in together for the end times,” you say into the skin of his bare chest. 

He gives the small of your back a light thwack. “What have I said about the apocalypse jokes?” he chides lightly. 

You roll your eyes. He shouldn’t see it in the darkness, but he knows you all too well. “And don’t roll your eyes at me!”

His reprimand draws a short laugh from you. Even that feels like a monumental effort, like it's a waste of good air. 

Seungcheol doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about the two of you waking up in pools of your own sweat, doesn’t care that there are whole government newscasts on how to preserve oxygen in enclosed spaces. 

He holds you like a lifeline and kisses you until you’re breathless. 

“Cheol,” you whine against his mouth, the protest already at the tip of your tongue. The end is near; sex should be the last thing on your mind. 

But then Seungcheol’s fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, and he sounds so, so sweet when he mumbles, “Yes, soulmate?” 

That’s always gotten to you. 

“Unfair,” you groan as you work on shucking off your own clothes. “You’re so unfair.” 

In between giggles, he kisses every part of you. Again, and again, and again. 

June 15, 2017 

Cheol and I are on the run. 

He keeps telling me not to call it that because it supposedly makes us sound like criminals. I think it’s just funny, and God knows I need something to find humor in. 

As badly as I want to say “we have gone through worse before,” that would be a lie. We’re out of our apartment and trying to make our way to some place where there’s better air quality. In the meantime, we’re living out of his car. It’s so funny to me that I’ve started laughing until I’m crying. 

Anyway, the good stuff: Today’s sunset painted the sky purple. We snagged some still-cold cans of Sprite in an abandoned 7-Eleven. Cheol spotted a family of ducks crossing the road, pointed it out, and said “us, soon!”

Us, soon. It feels dangerous to hope, but that’s all I seem to do nowadays. That and being on the run. (Cheol made me strike out that last part, but whatever.) 

When Seungcheol finally admits to you that he is scared, you did not think: This means that things are much, much worse than I thought. 

Maybe because there were bigger concerns, like the car’s blinking fuel warning light and the scratches littering Seungcheol’s arms. Like the fool that he was, he had gone against your well-meaning advice to not look for help. 

He did not return unscathed. 

Your lips are pursed in a thin line as you rip open a Band-Aid. It’s one of the few that the two of you have left, and Seungcheol seems to remember the fact. He reaches out to stop you. 

“Hey, c’mon,” he urges, obviously trying to aim for levity. “You know there’s other ways we can fix me up, right?”

The frown that tugs at your lips shows that you’re still less-than-pleased at his little stunt. 

“Maybe if you didn’t head out in the first place,” you grumble. “We wouldn’t need any of this.” 

Seungcheol looks like he might push back, but seems to decide against it at the last minute. Instead, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and gives you a gentle tug. 

“It won’t happen again.” His tone is edged with remorse, enough to almost convince you. Almost. 

“No more playing hero?” you ask. 

A corner of his lip twitches upward. “No more playing hero,” he concedes before tugging at you again. 

You let him. You move closer into his space until you’re practically in his lap, until you’ve got a better view of the angry red cuts on his skin. 

Tentatively, you press chaste kisses to the injuries. Seungcheol’s hands find purchase at your waist and he tilts his head back, letting you work your magic. He’s quiet as your lips trace over each gash and wound, as you take away all the hurt with the ghost of a kiss. 

After a moment, he mumbles, “Is it bad that I want you right now?” 

“Seungcheol.” 

“Okay, okay.” A beat. “I want you all the time, actually.” 

“Shut up!”

The sound of his laughter fills the car. It’s enough to have you forgetting his murmured confession of fear, the vulnerability that he had tried so quickly to cover up with affection. For a moment, there is nothing else in the world except this, except you, except him. 

September 23, 2017

Is it weird to say that I’m starting to forget what it was like before all of this happened? Cheol is trying to assure me that it’s to be expected, that we’ll all be back to ‘normal’ soon, but I don’t even remember what normal is like anymore. 

I can’t forget. I don’t want to forget. And so here is a small list of things I took for granted: 

The first breeze that tells you winter is coming 

The kindness of people who don’t know you 

The smallest fish in the sea

Date nights with Cheol 

Clean water 

Breakfast

My parents

Cheol says there might be some biodomes ahead. Oxygen-regulated habitats. It sounds like something only the rich can afford. We don’t have a lot left between the two of us, and it’s getting harder to jump from building to building. 

But there’s something waiting for us on the other side— right? There has to be. 

May the best of my todays be the worst of my tomorrows. 

When the gunshot rang out, you did not think: This is it.

Seungcheol never gave you any reason to think that way. He had held your hand as you raided rundown grocery stores. He had positioned himself in front of you when there were stampedes. The world might have been ending, but he was with you.

He was with you even when the strangers you ran into started getting more aggressive. He was with you even when fights would break out over necessities like water and medicine. 

“People are dangerous when they're desperate,” he’d tell you softly— still his rational, kind self even when faced with the worst of mankind.

He was with you. He was kind. He was yours. 

Even when the bullet lodged itself right between his ribs. 

There is not much that you remember after that. 

The people dispersed. The cause of the fight— a can of chicken noodle soup, once your comfort food— lay forgotten on the floor.

The love of your life, staring unblinking at the sky.

When you sink to the ground, you’re moving purely on instinct. Your quivering lips press over his chest, over the red blossoming and staining his shirt. 

You kiss him. Again.

And again. 

And again. 

December 1, 2017

The kisses don’t work on bullet wounds. 

▸ Archivist’s note: The following entries are undated and some portions had been redacted/deemed untranscribable. We are led to believe that the author struggled to cope in the aftermath of their soulmate’s death. For posterity, we have still reprinted their final entries.

You’re so unfair. 

I still want you. 

Things I took for granted: ███████, you, ███████, youyouyou. 

What now? 

My love, it’s only a matter of ███████—

▸ Archivist’s note: Nothing follows.

This concludes our transcribed logs. The full collection can be viewed at the National Museum of Remembrance.

It is our deepest regret that the author is unnamed and that they cannot be properly credited. However, we know of two things with certainty. 

We know of a man named Seungcheol, and we know that he was loved. 

[peachfolk]

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people. I was tagged by by @podcastdyke

Promiseland - MIKA

Eat Your Young - Hozier

Ashes - The Longest Johns

Chimera - aeseaes

Hunger - Florence + the Machine

Farewell Wanderlust - The Amazing Devil

One Foot in Front of the Other - Emily Autumn

Little Talks - of Monsters and Men

Karma - AJR

Tagging:

@flo-nelja @glitterinlowgravity @somuchbetterthanthat @realbigpodcastslut @r95irth

[glossdebut]

hymns of yoongism

aqua's comprehensive playlist of worship music at the altar of min yoongi a.k.a. the dumbest thing i have ever posted maybe? inspired by conversations i had with @joonary about songs that remind me of yoongi for the most trivial reasons imaginable

01. suga suga | baby bash, frankie j

02. dogtooth | tyler, the creator

03. what's my name | rihanna ft. drake

04. genius | LSD

05. seduce | russ ft. capella grey & tamae

06. doves in the wind | sza ft. kendrick lamar

07. skin | mac miller

08. rah tah tah | tyler, the creator

09. too sweet | hozier

10. valentino | 24k goldn

11. bed chem | sabrina carpenter

12. guess | charli xcx ft. billie eilish

13. big poppa | the notorious B.I.G.

14. man of the year | ScHoolboy Q

15. sweet | brockhampton

16. she | tyler, the creator ft. frank ocean

17. like that | future, metro boomin, kendrick lamar

18. 死ぬのがいいわ | fujii kaze

19. summer bummer | lana del rey ft. a$ap rocky & playboi carti

20. tell your friends | the weeknd

21. starboy | the weeknd, daft punk

22. cherry | lana del rey

23. blue jeans | lana del rey

24. foldin clothes | j. cole

25. iv. sweatpants | childish gambino

26. alright | kendrick lamar

27. motley crew | post malone

28. gangsta | holly roze, j-sizzle

29. mamushi | megan thee stallion ft. yuki chiba

30. rules | doja cat

31. captain hook | megan thee stallion

32. sidewalks | the weeknd, kendrick lamar

33. love love love | epik high

34. so fresh, so clean | outkast

35. rapp snitch knishes | MF DOOM ft. mr. fantastik

36. sweet / i thought you wanted to dance | tyler, the creator ft. brent faiyaz & fana hues

37. love me | lil wayne, drake, future

38. mean | $NOT, flo milli

39. orange soda | baby keem

40. shoot my shot | IDK, offset

41. i know | big sean, jhené aiko

42. japanese denim | daniel caesar

43. ryd | steve lacy

44. all mine | brent faiyaz

45. groupie love | lana del rey ft. a$ap rocky

46. let me love you | ariana grande ft. lil wayne

47. crew | goldlink ft. brent faiyaz & shy glizzy

48. bodyguard | beyoncé

49. angostura | keshi

50. king's dead | jay rock, kendrick lamar, future, james blake

51. michael jordan | kendrick lamar, ScHoolboy Q

52. pose | yo gotti ft. lil uzi vert

53. balloon | tyler, the creator ft. doechii

54. thought i was dead | tyler, the creator ft. ScHoolboy Q & santigold

55. after midnight | chappell roan

56. ego | beyoncé