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rebelfell · 4 months ago

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Who, me? Done with them? Where the fuck did you hear that? 18+ MDNI 2.4K

older!fem!Harrington!reader x eddie

cw: none except for actual, despicable, disgusting, nauseating fluff to make up for all some of the angst 💋

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When Eddie comes to your house that night, he looks around it with wide, entranced eyes.

He only saw it when it was bare bones—plain white paint and dusty floors scattered with boxes. Now it was bursting with color and personality, shelves lined with your books, walls adorned with art and posters. A little calendar in your kitchen scribbled with various activities and reminders. Dishes from your breakfast still in the sink. Plants in just about every window, some of them with small tchotchkes hidden in the pots—figurines you’d picked up at yard sales or found randomly.

Your couch is velvet, a deep green that makes your throw pillows seem even brighter. There’s a thick knit blanket strewn across the chaise end of it and an intimidatingly long book lying out on your coffee table. It’s much nicer than the one he broke—a piece of wood shaped into an octagon with a dark gold grain polished to perfection.

In the right light, he can still see the faint white line of his scar across the center of his palm.

He finds your record player and starts flipping through your albums he only saw a small portion of that summer, most of them stashed away in the garage with the rest of your stuff.

And while he was looking at your stuff, you just looked at him.

It was impossible to believe he was actually standing in front of you. Like a dream come to life, a vision in a hunter green dress shirt tucked into black slacks. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and he’d only buttoned the shirt half-way to show off the white tank underneath, the tattoos over his collarbone peeking out from underneath the skinny straps.

You watch him as he moves on to your mantle, looking over a little altar of all things you.

Seashells from a trip you took to Marco Island years ago. Vintage crystal candy dishes with lids repurposed into candles. A bowl of matchbooks from different clubs and restaurants. Pictures of you and your friends with your faces squished together in mis-matched frames.

And down at the very end, a copy of your book.

Eddie picks it up and turns it over in his hands, running his fingers over the cover and the spine where your name is embossed.

“You can have that, if you want,” you tell him. “I’d love for you to read it.”

He smiles and places the book back down, eyes twinkling. “I already have,” he says.

Your brow wrinkles instantly and you’re about to ask him how that was even possible, but Eddie is already offering an explanation. Apparently, right around the time he was starting his company, Viv brought him out to do a consultation…and just so happened to leave a copy of it laying out.

You shake your head and chuckle softly, recalling a Christmas in Hawkins that you found Corroded Coffin’s self-released album in your stocking.

Eddie turns toward you and his eyes land on the staircase that leads up to your bedroom.

He feels that old impulse—that ancient craving in him that laid dormant for so many years, now urging his hands to reach out and grab you and bend you backwards until your spine is folded in half he’s kissing you so hard. Your own smile spreads across your face when he looks back to you, but there’s a tightness to it. Almost like you’re wondering what he’s going to do.

Like you’re imagining the same things he is.

He doesn’t do them, though. Because he doesn’t want it to be like that this time. He has so many other things he wants to do first.

All the things he never got to before.

A slow exhale leaves your chest, a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and he glances at the clock hanging over your fireplace, tilting his head at you in a question,

“You wanna go see a movie?”

It’s no Starcourt Mall, but the discount theater you take him to is only a ten minute walk from your house. You go there some evenings after dinner without even checking what is playing. They never have new releases, just stuff that’s a few months old by the time they get it, nearly ready to come out on video. And sometimes they show the really old black and white ones.

Eddie buys two tickets for the next show and holds the door open for you to walk inside. You pause in the lobby, letting the smell of popcorn imbue your senses, looking around at the scant number of other people milling about. He lets the tips of his fingers trail down the inside of your arm and wrist to lace his hand with yours, giving it a squeeze as he nods at concessions.

“You like Red Vines?” he asks with a smile.

It’s a good thing the movie isn’t anything of note, because it’s near impossible to concentrate with Eddie sitting next to you. You plop down in a pair of seats towards the back in the center of the row, you with the candy and a drink while Eddie holds the popcorn—only $3 for a giant ass tub, how do they even make a profit? he asks excitedly, his eyes so wide that it makes you giggle.

Then he asks you to hold it for him while he digs in his pocket for his glasses.

”Don’t laugh,” he warns, tipping his head down and squinting at you playfully over the frames.

Yeeeeah, laughing is not gonna be the issue. If the slightly scruffy beard wasn’t enough to send you into overdrive, the wire-rimmed glasses he perches on his nose sure as shit were.

The fourth or fifth time you catch yourself staring, at him, he catches you too. He fights back a smile while lightly brushing his fingers over his chin and cheeks, then leans over the armrest to whisper to you, even though there’s no one in the theater sitting close enough for you to bother them.

“Did I get it?” he asks, brows raising.

“Huh?” You blink rapidly, coming out of your daze.

“You’re staring at me so hard, I thought I must have something on my face.”

His lips curl upwards in that familiar cocky smirk of his and you roll your eyes, plucking a piece of popcorn from the bucket to throw at him. Already laughing, anticipating the move, his mouth opens wide and his jaw snaps closed as he catches it easily, still grinning as he chomps. It earns him the prize that is your laughter—the sound of it warming his chest from the inside out.

You hold hands the whole walk back to your house, only letting go once when he moves his to the small of your back and guides you in front of him so you don’t walk through a puddle.

And far too soon, you’re standing at your door. And he’s swallowing hard, throat bobbing as he shifts closer until the tips of his shoes bump with yours. And your heart is pounding, rattling all your organs as he looks up at you through his lashes.

“So, I should…go?”

His voice goes up at the end, making ita question.

“I guess so?” You shrug, chewing on your lip as you glance at your door. He nods.

“Good night, sweetheart,” he whispers, the short stubble on his jaw rubbing your cheek as he drops a too-brief kiss on the side of your face, lingering there to add, “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

You take a deep inhale of his scent. It’s lighter one than the woodsy cologne he used to wear. More mellow and earthy, like sage and sea salt.

Heaven.

The two of you step apart and he stays on the porch, waiting until you’ve unlocked the door and safely slipped back inside the house before he dares turn to leave. You place your keys in their spot on the hook by your door. Same as you always do. You step out of your shoes and slide them under the little bench where the rest of them reside. Same as you always do.

And then suddenly, you stop. Because what the fuck do you think you’re doing letting him leave?

You yank open the front door to find him standing there holding the screen door, his chest heaving from running back up the walkway and steps.

For a moment you just stare at one another, all your memories rushing back at once. A haze of summer heat, sunscreen and chlorine. Fresh grass clippings and perennials in bloom, messy sheets and sticky skin on sticky skin. Moonlight reflecting on the lake, thunder booming and pouring rain. Burnished eyes in a darkened hallway, a whisper of please, please, please…

And like tectonic plates colliding, you crash.

His shirt barely makes it past the threshold, your fingers tugging apart the buttons to push it off his shoulders. He helps to pull it the rest of the way off and tosses it aside before his hands find your waist, guiding you backward towards the stairs, the both of you giggling in between feverish kisses as you try and climb them without separating your lips.

You stumble through the bedroom door, him clumsily kicking off his shoes while you slap at the light switch on the wall. The red scarf draped over the lamp on your bedside table casts a haze over the soft and warm glow of the bulb, making everything it touches a radiant scarlet.

He wraps his arms around you in a tight squeeze before his hands slide down to palm your ass, lifting the skirt of your dress with his grasp. Lips vibrating with the moan you release, you put your hands on his shoulders and guide him downward to sit on the end of your bed.

His knees spread and he pulls you in to stand between them, black eyes shining up at you.

“You’re so beautiful…”

He whispers it, half to himself, his kisses being peppered along your collarbones as he tugs down the top of your dress. The air hits your breasts as they come spilling out of the bodice and his hands cup them gently as you come forward to straddle his lap. The breathy, stuttering groan he lets out as he feels your weight sink down on top of him instantly zings between your legs.

He mouths at your breasts, kissing over the top curves, burying his face in the middle of them. It makes you sigh, dreamily, as your fingers weave into his hair and you scrape your nails across his scalp until it makes him shiver under you.

He falls backward, bringing you with him as he’s engulfed in the softness of your unmade sheets. You place your hands at his pecks, ready to tear through his flimsy undershirt to feel the warmth of his bare skin on yours. Your hips buck, almost violently, starting a rough and needy grind on his cock, whimpering with each drag of your core against the growing bulge in his slacks.

“Hang on, wait—wait, wait, wait—”

Eddie gasps for air, panting heavily as he sits up, supporting you with his hands on your back. Your body stills, the grind ceasing instantly. Your hands at his chest, fingers still curved like claws.

“Are you okay?” you whisper. “Do you—do you not want to…”

Eddie shakes his head instantly, lips pressing to your forehead as he tries to catch his breath.

“No, I wanna do this, I do,” he breathes, “you have no idea how much, but…”

And those eyes. Those big, wet, round eyes of his scan your face as he dredges up the nerve to say the thought that’s been in his head for years.

Never knowing if he’d actually get to say it.

You swear you can feel how his heart races as you smooth your hands over his chest and draw them up to cup his neck. He reaches up to hold your face in his hands, and finally he says it.

“I don’t have it in me to get over you again.”

The words steal every speck of air in the room. You can’t even inhale because every atom in your body is frozen in place. You swear even the blood in your veins stops pumping for that moment.

And then you feel it. The rush of warmth in your extremities, tingling with realization.

You don’t want just one night with him. You don’t want just a few weeks of fun. You want to see him in every season—bundled up against the cold, his cheeks pink and snowflakes clinging to his bangs; wrapped in a flannel, raking umber colored leaves into a pile and then jumping into them; throwing his head back to catch raindrops on his tongue during an April shower, splashing in puddles.

You’ve been so distracted all night by how different he is now that you haven’t even thought about how much you’ve changed. Back then, you were so worried about what people would think—your coworkers, your boss, your family. Some people in a town you didn’t even live in.

You let all the bullshit win, you let it rob you of what could have been. Not again.

“I need to know…” He swallowed hard. “If you still want what I want.”

And you know you do. You know it down to your marrow, on a cellular level. But there’s a part of you that still wants to hear him say it.

“What do you want, Eddie?” you whisper, the words leading and heady.

“You.” He says it like it’s easy. Like it’s obvious. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

You nod back at him, licking your lips to stop their trembling. “I’ve only ever wanted you.”

There’s a kind of peace to the moment that passes between you, a long exhale after a deep breath, a pause at the peak of a mountain where you look around breathless and winded at the majesty of the view. Your eyes scan over all the features of his face, all the details you’ve spent years trying to recall properly that are now before you in startling clarity. The faint dusting of light freckles across his nose, the natural texture of his skin, the fullness of his plush lips that are rosy red from your energetic kissing, his dense lashes that frame those twin black holes in his face.

Staring back at you like you’re the one who holds all the secrets of the universe.

“Then I…I think we should wait,” he says, smiling even though it seems as if it’s physically painful for him to say it. “I want—I have to do this right.”

You press your lips to his, your fingers curled loosely in the hairs at the nape of his neck. Not gripping—not clutching, not scared of losing him.

Just holding.

He kisses you back and you giggle, feeling exactly how much his body wants to betray what he just said. You keep your face close as your smiles touch, noses bumping as you whisper,

“Do you want some ice cream?”

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okay, okay, okay, now I’m really done. Or am I? Again, this is all y’all’s fault ‘cos you go and say nice things and that makes me think about them more and then THIS HAPPENS!

This song also has to shoulder some of the blame…

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #TSITA

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rottenpumpkin13 · 5 days ago

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Sephiroth: quiet midnights, gleaming steel, faint incense smoke, the scrape of a whetstone, books lined perfectly on a bookshelf, cold rain against bare skin, polished black leather, bitter ginger tea at dawn, weighted blankets in winter, sharp ice crystals, scratched classical CDs, weathered angel statues with missing wings, sharpened pencils in neat rows, morning fog over empty streets, delicate frost patterns on windowpanes, steel-gray skies before snow, silent films in empty theaters, cat footprints on documents, mathematical equations, unopened mail, clean sword oil, abandoned chess pieces, mint tea leaves.

Genesis: spilled red wine on white papers, chipped maroon nail polish on piano keys, gold bangles clinking against wine glasses, vintage vinyl at dusk, steaming mulled cider with cinnamon sticks, smudged eyeliner after theater rehearsals, leather-bound books with gilded edges, dark chocolate with sea salt breaking under his teeth, dog-eared poetry collections, playing cards scattered across silk sheets, cherry candy staining his tongue red, cologne bottles on antique vanities, melted red candle wax on love letters, fresh ink bleeding through parchment, caramelized apple pie, packed jazz bars at 2am, velvet curtains, stage makeup, worn dance shoes, red leather gloves, theater tickets.

Angeal: petrichor on summer mornings, fresh ground coffee beans, sunrise training sessions, polaroid cameras with worn straps, mismatched lucky keychains, pencil sketches in margins, old photos in cracked leather wallets, soup simmering on stovetops, buzzing radio stations between cities, dappled sunlight through garden leaves, evening cicada songs, autumn leaves crushed underfoot, soft worn flannel shirts, pressed flowers, acoustic guitars, wrinkled maps with coffee stains, soil under fingernails, homemade bread, herb gardens, worn pottery, recipe books, wooden spoons, patched jeans, morning dew, pocket knives.

AGS: loud laughter, discarded pizza boxes, arguments dissolving into jokes, snorted milk, tangled legs under a blanket, whispers in a packed room, empty mugs littered around a table, quiet yawns, bitten apples, ring tones, a half-finished puzzle scattered across the floor, a messy kitchen, heads on each other's shoulders, rock-paper-scissors, scattered dice, sour candy, bumping elbows, the glow of a tv screen, borrowed hoodies, stolen phone chargers, dirty dishes, arms around shoulders, inside jokes.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #crisis core #ags #little writing exercise i did to trigger my synesthesia

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astrobiscuits · 11 months ago

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🎄🎵Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas🎵🎄

Holiday (365443) persona chart observations

🎅 Individuals with Ascendant at 1° or 3° get really excited in advance at the thought of Christmas coming. They tend to approach the holidays with the same innocent joy they had as kids even in adulthood

🎅 Stellium in 2nd house = tasty Christmas dishes and gifts are their only priority lmao

🎅 Neptune trine Venus tend to get lost in the beauty and bling of Christmas decorations

🎅 The sign and house where Jupiter is located tells you what type of gifts you might usually get on Christmas (it's also great to use as a gift guide!!):

🎁 Jupiter 1st house/Aries: gym equipment; sports-related merch; tickets to an event, which you're really passionate about; hats/head accessories; could also be something related to the natal Ascendant (check the description for your natal Rising sign for more info)

🎁 Jupiter in 2nd house/Taurus: lots of chocolate and sweets; clothes; art pieces; scented candles; perfume; fine china; kitchen utensils; cookbooks; (renewed) subscription to a movie streaming service

🎁 Jupiter in 3rd house/Gemini: a (new) car; books; musical instruments; handpan (if Jupiter is in Pisces or it positively aspects Neptune); your most memorable gift might come from a sibling or a relative (cousin, uncle, aunt)

🎁 Jupiter in 4th house/Cancer: plushies; heated blanket; board games; photo albums; your most memorable gift might come from your parents or it might be something passed on from generation to generation

🎁 Jupiter in 5th house/Leo: concert tickets; a trip to the tattoo parlor; gold jewelry; could also be something related to the natal Sun

🎁 Jupiter in 6th house/Virgo: Fitbit/smartwatch; aesthetic stationery (notebooks, planners, writing instruments); reusable water bottle; humidifier; pets

🎁 Jupiter in 7th house/Libra: make-up; beauty gadgets; a romantic partner/fiancé (no, but fr, you might get a love confession during the holidays); your most memorbale gift likely might come from your partner (if you have one)

🎁 Jupiter in 8th house/Scorpio: money/gift cards; sexy time toys; stockings; could be something the individual is obsessed with

🎁 Jupiter in 9th house/Sagittarius: trips to exotic destinations; henna hair dye; compression socks

🎁 Jupiter in 10th house/Capricorn: vintage decor; office chair; office purse (or just one that screams "high status"); sterling silver jewelry; high quality alcohol drinks

🎁 Jupiter in 11th house/Aquarius: electronic devices (smartphone, laptop, tablet, etc.); video games; anything related to supernatural beings (aliens, mermaids, fairies etc.); telescope; anything you've wished for/been manifesting

🎁 Jupiter in 12th house/Pisces: anything sleep related - pajamas, bed sheets, pillow sheets (or a new pillow), silk sleepmask; crystals; manifestation journal; tarot decks; art supplies

🎅 Christmas traditions based on the number of planets in angular/succedent/cadent houses:

❄️ High number of planets in angular houses (1, 4, 7, 10) = starting new family traditions

❄️ High number of planets in succedent houses (2, 5, 8, 11) = carrying out family traditions

❄️ High number of planets in cadent houses (3, 6, 9, 12) = tweaking/improving current family traditions or letting them go if they don't resonate anymore

🎅 Sun square/opposite Saturn & Ascendant conjunct/square/opposite Saturn = Grinch who doesn't like Christmas, but doesn't do anything to "destroy" it; might show a lot of sarcasm during the holidays; they might not celebrate Christmas due to reasons related to their position of Saturn

🎅 Sun square/opposite Mars = Grinch who doesn't like Christmas, but actively tries to "destroy" the holiday spirit for the people around them by picking up fights with loved ones

🎅 If you want to "hire" a Santa to show up with gifts for your kids on Christmas (aka choose one of your friends to fulfill this role), the best Santa would have atleast 3 of the following:

Sun conjunct/sextile/trine Jupiter

Venus conjunct/sextile/trine Jupiter

Sun/Moon in 5th house

Jupiter in 2nd house/5th house

Jupiter conjuncting MC

Sagittarius Rising or Jupiter as dom planet

Ruler of 2nd house (benefic planet) in 5th house and vice versa

Asteroid Abundantia (151) conjuncting Venus/Jupiter

❆❆❆ ~ 𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 ~ ❆❆❆

#astro #astro community #astrology #astro placements #astro observations #astro posts #astroblr #astro blog #astro notes #persona chart #jupiter #christmas astrology

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versacherries · 7 months ago

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"the garden of time", met gala theme explained

Inspired by a short story written by J.G. Ballard in 1962, a story set in the XIX century about a count and countess who live in a large beautiful villa full of flowers, where everyday they can see an army or 'mob' approaching their villa from the safety of their balcony. Each evening as the army grows closer, the count plucks a flower from their garden made of crystals, which in turn, pushes the mob back. We discover that the crystal flowers reverse space and time. But they only have a few left in the garden. The outcome of the story becomes inevitable, hence why the story is often seen as a metaphor for evolution and the endless cycle of creation and destruction. One night they run out of flowers, and they're faced with the mob entering their villa. As the villa is being ambushed, we find out there's two stone figures resembling the count and countess, hidden by a large bush full of thorns and roses, that go untouched by water, fire, air, and people around, and seemingly remain there through space and time.

Also known as "sleeping beauties; reawakening fashion", 2024's met gala theme is not to be confused with disney princesses, or a garden tea party (thought I could see the majority of attendees being literal about it).

2024's met gala theme is about garments that have been used and preserved over time. Just like in the story, fashion historians have tried to fight back time, people, and natural elements to preserve the fabric of such pieces. I can see thierry mugler's 1982 and saint laurent's ss1999 collection being present.

We can expect to see iconic gowns from fashion history that are too fragile to be worn again. "Sleeping Beauties", garments that have remained untouched since they were last worn. Lots of vintage pieces, archive pulls, and sustainability all around.

moschino ss18

While I expect to see pieces related to the natural elements, we can't ignore the darker side of the book. I can see some guests taking a darker route and alluring to the inevitable doom that is time. They could reference hollywood's obsession with beauty and how time takes it away from you. Or they could go as far as referencing the current state of the world and how human destruction is inevitable. I could see a lot of the newer Maison Margiela collections, or archive pulls from Alexander Mcqueen, as he tends to relate nature with more obscure themes.

Needless to say, I'm excited for tomorrow's gala. Could be one for the books.

for reference:

haute le mode yt video

theitcouture on twitter

artisanal ss24 maison margiela

harper's bazar article

#met gala #2024 met gala #the garden of time #met gala theme #met gala theme explained #haute couture #alexander mcqueen #maison margiela #sleeping beauties reawakening fashion #J.G. Ballard #the garden of time met gala #versacherries

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mytheoristavenue · 6 months ago

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Magpie! Tokoyami x Keepsake hoarder! Reader

Tokoyami loves shiny things, whether it be coins, jewelry, or even rocks. Loves precious metals and vintage pieces. He regularly takes you on dates to vintage malls and picks out shiny things to give you and you keep everything he's ever given you. He also keeps a box of crystals, rocks, and shells under his bed that he finds outside and he gives you them between those dates.

Your favorite things he's given you have been a hay penny, a vintage cameo brooch with a broken pin, an old bronze jewelry box with a busted hinge, and half a iridescent clamshell he found on the beach during a class trip.

#tokoyami x reader #fumikage tokoyami #tokoyamifumikage #mha fumikage #mha x reader #mha

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rowanisawriter · 1 month ago

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thanks for the tag @little-piece-of-tamlin i’m tweaking the rules slightly and taking everyone to my office where i keep my cool stuff, because im an old lady and my bedroom is for sleeping only

tagging… @spineless-lobster @femmeharel @littlewitchbee @mancatrex but no pressure 👁️

#im not a crystal person dw lol #i just use anything to fidget i have to fidget #also the nendoroids are the best to fidget with because when im mad in a meeting I give zagreus a sword #and when im not mad he’s holding nectar lmao #also mango lives in the office it’s his quiet place #where my kid can’t reach him #he’s never gotten used to her lol he was here first #my polls #tag games

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 9 months ago

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this might sound super cheesy but can you maybe write tan or pietro with a reader who's this embodiment of femininity, always put together when she goes out, borderline clean freak, does hair and skin care, shy and calm, hopeless romantic, has this priscilla presley and sharon tate kind of energy? which based on tan and pietro, she's the polar opposite.. so yeah maybe that and add whatever you want.

- 🦢

hii honey!! just as my requests are still closed, im gonna write this as hcs/ thoughts. hope that's okay. and this is absolutely nowhere near cheesy!!! bc I FUCKING love shit like this. and im gonna pick tan, just cuz he's my fave (and i feel will suit better for this type of reader)💌

couldn’t resist, so I made some moodboards

so I imagine you to be this beacon of light and warmth, just this presence of comfort and serenity. and it's something that contrasts with tan, but in the same way, balances it out perfectly. I imagine you to be very nurturing and motherly and caring and it'll act as a magnet for tan. you will have this pull on those around you, and it makes others feel safe and cared for and loved

shy and calm and reserved at times, but very passionate

smart and calculated but in a nice way. very honest and true to yourself. finds beauty within everything. presents yourself well

you would love love. everything about it - the good and the bad. old couples eating together, seeing people on first dates, children holding hands, people opening doors for others, seeing people share food. hopeless romantic

always has a granola bar, tissues and a piece of fruit in your bag. lip gloss, sanitary wear (enough for others, just in case) and plasters too

some key words: everything has a home in your house. fresh baked goods on sunday mornings. bowl of fruits on the kitchen counter. open windows in the springtime. old paintings. cooking. fresh cut flowers in every room. healthy indoor plants. pinks. greens. whites. smells clean and fresh. put together. pure. kind. homely. divine energy. connected. crystals. candles. warm hugs. crochet blankets. vintage cars. willow trees. apple pies. wicker baskets. open meadow. wildflowers. washing lines. lace. silk. vases. regular manicures. happy. content. skincare. pomegranate. figs. strawberries. lemons. blueberry muffins. rabbits. deer. cats. the moon. the sun. venus. ocean. waves. forrest. lakes. ecofriendly.

you'd be like this pure, whimsical gust of light sent down. considerate. effortless

"darkness in the light, light in the darkness. one can't exist without the other" you and tan bc you balance each other out so perfectly

now im thinking what I said is cheesy😭😭😭!!

#ask #🦢#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x fem!reader

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tinydeskwriter · 2 years ago

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Grammy Night 23’

"I feel like I'm going to burst the seams of the dress." Y/n commented looking at herself in the mirror as Lamby's assistant finished zipping her dress, her breasts were almost bursting out of it, a beautiful creation made of Swarovski silver crystals.

“Darling, you are going to be the hottest woman on that carpet.” Her husband’s stylist praised her bringing in his hand the fishnet mask with crystals that would go over her eyes and dyed peacock feathers that went on the back of her head. “See if the crystals will get in the way of you seeing.”

“Honey Baby, how do I look?” Y/n turned to see her husband walking into the room, she knew what he would wear, she had seen the sketches but it was another thing to see the final result. Harry looked hot as hell, the colorful crystal patchwork jumpsuit couldn't be more perfect on him, it showed his chiseled body, the tattoos, the fantastic chest his fans—and wife—are crazy about, all the hair, the lonely curl... Harry just smiled, the answer to his question was clear in the way his wife stared at him. "See people, that's why we have three kids." He joked pointing to his wife, causing their team to laugh. “You are a vision Honey.” He said pecking her on the lips, hands going to her waist. “My favorite MILF.” He whispers, kissing her neck.

“Says the man who half the internet calls ‘’Daddy’” She teases.

“Having my kids did good to you.” He jokes staring at his wife's cleavage.

Y/n just rolls her eyes, a smile still in her face.

“Darling, Sue, sorry to interrupt your dirty talk, but it’s frosting time, and then you guys are good to go.” Lambert came their way with a jewelry tray.

Before Lamby could start helping Y/n with the pieces of jewelry they'd selected at Tiffany's in NYC the week before, H interrupted him, pulling a chain from his pocket.

“You don't have to wear it today, I bought it as a push present and also celebrate my Grammy nominations, I wouldn't be here today without you, My Love.” The chain was white gold, delicate with colored stones, and a teardrop diamond the same color as her engagement ring held by a fig.

The woman was speechless, looking from the necklace to her lover of more than a decade. It was a substantial gift, but Harry had always been generous, and he enjoyed spoiling her since they’re teens and couldn’t afford diamonds. She just turned around, allowing him to fasten the jewel around her neck. She ran her hand over the diamond, it was the exact same color as her engagement ring—a fancy green diamond almost the same color of her husbands eyes—.

“My Love… this is beautiful, thank you so much.” She turned around, taking his face between her hands and kissing him passionately, trying to express through the kiss all her love for him.

Harry smiled into the kiss, his hands tightening on her hips.

Jeff came in at that exact moment to inform them that the car was already waiting to take them from the Chateau to the Crypto.com Arena.

Lambert and his assistant quickly help Y/n put on all the jewelry Tiffany had borrowed them, the Edwardian choker, which complemented the necklace Harry had given her, a mishmash of earrings—a massive chandelier, followed by a dainty stud, and diamond hoops—in all of her ear piercings, a beautiful Art Deco bracelet mixed with the colorful collection of tennis bracelets Y/n wore to mark every Mother's Day since the birth of her eldest son.

On her fingers she preferred to go with her usual rings.

Her engagement ring and wedding band were the only rings on her left hand. While on the right she wore the same 'S' as H on her little finger, a delicate 'H' in colored diamonds, infinity bands of different stones, and a vintage solitaire on her index finger—a Christmas present the kids had picked out with Grandma Anne —.

Lambert's assistant helped her on with her shoes—high-heeled Mary Janes from Gucci—while she was held by both Harrys to keep her balance.

As they were rushed to the car by Jeff, Y/n remembered to turn around and ask someone to remember to pack her breast pump along with the rest of their outfits.

In the car, to try and ease Harry's anxiety, they video-phoned the children—who were being watched by Gemma and Anne—Primrose answered their grandmother's cell phone, dressed in a bear onesies that made her look like a teddy bear, showing the TV room to her parents and the snacks gran-gran made, auntie Gemma sitting in the couch with a sleeping baby Bluebell, the three months old dressed just like her big sister. Otto was in the bathroom according to Prim who was chattering non-stop making Harry smile more relaxed.

It always warmed Y/n’s heart that nothing could make H as happy and relaxed as their babies.

They said goodbye to their daughter when the car stopped in front of the arena, Y/n handing over the phone to Jeff to keep. Harry get out of the car first and waits in the doorway to help his wife out and supports her from behind as they make the slightly uneven path between the car and the carpet, his right hand firmly on her right while his left hand was firmly on her hip, and she held his wrist for more balance. The couple made their way under the screams of fans and the flash of cameras.

It was only when they were already at a certain point on the carpet that Harry placed himself next to his wife and the two started to walk hand in hand. They stops for photos along the way, but don't do any interviews, heading straight for the cocktail area. The couple interacted with acquaintances and friends, especially those they hadn't seen in a while. The last two and a half years have been crazy, Fine Line, Covid 19, quarantine with two young children, Pleasing, Harry filming and premieres, Harry’s House, Love on Tour and a new baby. They were busy and it seemed like they rarely had time for their friends, as all their free time was being spent with the little family they had created together.

Both changed clothes in Harry's designated dressing room before heading to their seats—crystal outfits were cute but impractical when you have to sit for hours, Harry donned a Gucci suit costume made for him, while Y/n wore a silver sequin Markarian gown matching Harry's shirt. The couple certainly looks gorgeous, always matching theirs outfits in subtle ways.

They have their hands clasped together, she holding his hands so he wouldn’t pick on his cuticles, Harry is quieter than usual allowing Y/n to take the lead and interact with other people—which, having been married to him for nearly eight years, and knowing him since she was born, she could tell it was a sign of nervousness.

She whispered to him how amazing the album was and that he didn't need the validation that it was a little golden gramophone for the world to know that.

Nervousness turns to euphoria when Harry becomes the first winner of the night, taking the award for best pop album.

Y/n didn't even hear Jennifer Lopez's introductory speech, her eyes focused on Harry's handsome profile.

Y/n is the first to his feet when he hears Harry's name being screamed by J.Lo, applauding his husband energetically, the smile on Harry's face is blinding, he takes his wife's face between his hands and kisses her, before continuing to be hugged and greeted by people around the table and nearby. She has tears in her eyes, which the cameras make a point of showing when they zoom in on her at the exact moment when Harry on stage dedicates the award to his wife for being his muse and inspiration.

One of the highlights of the night for the couple was without a doubt the fact that Y/n had been invited to present the performance of 'As It Was'.

In a gold-metal mesh top and long skirt, showing off her midriff, the woman who had become famous at fifteen as Harry Styles' 'best friend' took the stage flanked by her two eldest children, seven-year-old Otto, dressed in a pink suit and beige turtleneck by Gucci and a crochet daisy bucket hat covering his curls, and adorable four-year-old Primrose, twining with her brother in a blue Gucci suit, her curls adorned by a huge crystal bow.

“Many of you fell in love with the next artist to perform here tonight in 2011 when he became one of the members of one of the biggest boy bands in history, he has been delivering hits ever since, amassing fans around the world, and delighting hearts with his music, he is an icon, a sex symbol, and one of the greatest musicians of our time, but for us he is simply the greatest husband and father, it is with immense pleasure that I am here tonight, with our two eldest children, to introduce one of the most authentic, generous, kind artists on the planet, the love of my existence, here, to delight us with his Grammy-nominated song 'As It Was', my husband and father of my children,” She lowered the microphone, allowing the two children to squeal excitedly into the device, “Harry Styles!”

And for the first time in a live performance Primrose was present to say the already famous: ‘Come on Daddy! We wanna say good night to you!' driving the audience crazy.

Y/n and the kids made their way to their table dancing to her husband’s song, the mother of three splitting her attention between walking in her heels and looking where the kids were going, Otto made a short stop dancing with Taylor Swift, and saying something to her that made the singer throw her head back laughing. Y/n greeted Taylor with kisses on the cheek before redirecting her son to their table.

An extra chair was brought over for Otto—who was at the next table greeting Lizzo and Adele.

Prim sat in Harry's chair waiting for daddy, and Y/n wouldn't even insist that the little girl sit on her lap, as she knew she couldn't compete with her husband when it came to their children. When they least expected it, Harry was back, in his Gucci suit—and not in what Otto was referring to as ‘daddy bedazzled Chewbacca costume’.

"Surprise!" Y/n sings to her husband as he lifts their daughter up, making the little girl giggle, and sat with her on his lap, kissing their daughter's cheek, and fist bumping their son.

It was a surprise she had been planning for over a week, at times she was afraid someone would let it out, especially Prim, who was known in the family for not being able to keep secrets—just like her daddy.

“Thank you, Honey Baby.” He thanked his wife with a peck, his whole face lit up with the appearance of the children. “You look godly.” Harry complimented her, eyes roaming all over the outfit, he knew what a big step it was for his wife to wear something so daring after three pregnancies, despite her beautiful body—especially in his eyes—Y/n was insecure about her stretch marks.

“Thank you, my life.” She pulled his hand to hers and kissed the back of his hand.

They watched the awards half-heartedly, at every turn Otto and Prim brought their parents' attention to them with funny anecdotes, and Y/n was having to keep a hand on their son's shoulder to make sure the boy didn't wander off. The family of four cheered when Lizzo was announced as the winner of Song of the Year, Otto ran with open arms to the honorary auntie congratulating her for the award, he didn't even care that 'daddy' had lost, auntie Lizzo had won!

With every moment that passed, anxiety rose, Y/n was confident in her husband’s album—the album she had inspired—, while Harry was sure Album of the Year was between Beyonce and Bad Bunny.

She shook Harry's hand as Noah Trevor took the stage to announce the final awards of the night, asking fans of the nominees to join him, when the comedian asked Harry's fan to read the name on the envelope, Harry broke down with gratefulness, disbelieve, joy…

Prim clung to her father's neck screaming that he had won.

Y/n stood up applauding her husband, Otto hugging his mother's hips showing his father’s twin smile, dimples and all.

Harry got to his feet after composing himself, smiling Primrose hanging on his neck with her legs curled around his hips.

Harry kissed his wife with a huge smile, ruffled his son's curls, hugged Jeff, Tyler and Tom, Lizzo, who filmed everything excited. The singer took the stage with his children and their two producers, he put Prim on the floor so he could hug his fan and accept his award, Primrose and Otto hugging him on either side.

“Shit…well, shit.” He looked at his children. “Sorry kids.”

H was speechless, Y/n could see it from a distance.

Jeff wrapped a arm around her when she started to tear up.

Harry was so humbled and grateful, and this was such a huge moment in his career, and she was so proud of the man she had married. The boy from Holmes Chapel who worked in a bakery and always came to pick her up with cupcakes in his hands and flowers he had picked from the neighbor's garden. Her husband was a three times Grammy Award winner, and he had just owned the biggest award of the night.

The woman frowned as she heard people in the audience yelling negativity at her husband, how Beyonce should have won and some yelling at him to get off the stage.

This was his moment, it wasn't his choice to win, two thousand of his peers had voted and chosen him, chosen Harry's House as the best Album. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but you don't have to be an asshole.

Treat People With Kindness.

She was happy to see Beyonce, Taylor Swift, Shania, Lizzo, H.E.R and Adele giving him a standing ovation, and hearing his shaken speech.

He once again dedicated it to her and their kids, calling them ‘his home’. Y/n quickly joined her husband backstage, arms going around Harrys’s neck, as his hands found her hips. The couple smiled at each other before kissing passionately, his team applauding the moment.

“I’am so proud of you, My Life.” She held his face in her hands. “You did it! You put out an amazing album, delivered a killer tour, 2022 was your year, and you deserved that Album of the Year award!” She states brushing his nose with hers, a huge smile on her face before kissing him again.

#harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader

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himalia-aesthetics · 2 years ago

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Whimsical Gothic Aesthetic

The Whimsigoth aesthetic isn’t quite goth or quite bohemian, but blends together aspects of each. This aesthetic was conjured out of the 70s, 80s, and 90s with witchy influences showcased in a plethora of movies and television shows. Free spirited individuals with interests in astrology or witchcraft may feel called to this aesthetic.

Visuals:

Stained Glass

The Night Sky

Well Worn Rugs

Brass/Gold Candle holders

Velvet

The Moon

Black Cats

Crystals

Vining Plants

The Sun

Candles

Antique Rings

Cozy Fireplaces

The Stars

Key Colors:

Black

Emerald Green

Gold

Deep Blue

Burnt Orange

Silver

Ruby Red

Purple

Bronze

Dark Teal

Yellow

Clothing:

Tops:

Corsets

Tank Tops

Flowing Long Sleeves

Blouses

Mesh Tops (Long/Short Sleeves)

Velvet Tops (Long/Short Sleeves)

Lace/Lace Trimmed Tops (Long/Short Sleeves)

Bottoms:

Skirts

Trousers

Jeans

Corduroy (Trousers/Skirts)

One Pieces:

Dresses

Jumpsuits

Bodysuits

Overalls

Outerwear:

Cardigans

Leather jackets

Fur Trimmed Coats

Shawls

Shoes:

Doc Marten Boots

Platform Boots

High Heel Boots

Doc Marten Loafers

Platform sandals

Accessories:

Layered Necklaces

Metal Belts

Vintage/Antique Rings

Bracelets

Dangle Earrings

Beauty:

Dark Lipstick

Eyeliner

Mascara

Media/Music:

Movies:

The Craft

Practical Magic

Coraline

Halloweentown

Labyrinth

Alice in Wonderland

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

The Corpse BrideW

Edward Scissorhands

Hocus Pocus

Shows:

Charmed

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Twin Peaks

The Owl House

The Vampire Diaries

Playlists:

Whimsigothic by nataile

Whimsigothic by buffn

90s Ethereal Whimsigothic by Teleglam Sam

90s Witch by linnett

YouTube:

Let’s Explore the Whimsigothic Aesthetic Origins, Breakdown, Outfits, Analysis by beepworld

Styling Whimsigoth Outfits with me | Talking About Thrifting by Amber Triana

Is Whisigoth the 90s Witchy Bohemian Reborn by Teresa’s Chaotic Corner

Style Analysis: FairyGrunge and Whimsigoth by Dion the Taurus

Authors:

Holly Black

Kate Pentecost

Emily X.R. Pan

Adalyn Grace

Hobbies/Activities:

Studying Astrology

Reading

Painting

Collecting Crystals

Tarot Reading

Thrift Shopping

Aromatherapy

Gardening

Listening to Music

Spellwork

Related Aesthetics:

Bohemian

Fairycore

Renaissance

Witchcore

Gothic

Cottagecore

#whimsical #whimsigoth #whimsical goth #goth #fashion #aesthetic #fashion aesthetic #whimsy #witch aesthetic #witchy #witch #witchcore #witchy aesthetic

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gayregina · 6 months ago

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The case of two lovesick fools!Dead boy detectives fanfic by gayregina

When the agency decides to take up on a mysterious case, the boys find themselves in an unfavorable situation and are forced to face the challenges of a very persistent ghost, at the cost of their own feelings.

Enjoy ;)

The case of two lovesick fools

“Please, miss Whistledown describe to us what the evil entity you claim to have take over your home is like.” Charles asked the client seated in front of him while hanging from his usual spot on the desk. He found himself so often perched up on the wooden vintage piece but for the first time he realized the numerous instances in which he had found the space to be perfectly empty, as if it’s waiting for him, in total contrast with the rest of the surface which was stuffed with all kinds of paperwork and books that solely belonged to Edwin. He wondered if his best friend was doing it deliberately, perhaps a sign that Charles would always have a place next to him. Before he could think of an answer, the woman’s voice brought him out of his busy mind.

“I don’t know the exact nature of this creature but I know for sure it is a vicious beast that roams my house and I want it gone as quickly as possible.” Her tone was extremely loud, perhaps in a desperate attempt to cover up her fear but her body gave her away as it trembled and breathed frantically. The poor woman looked like a wounded animal ready to strike and she could very much be. What she certainly was, however, is very much alive and she struck so different in the quiet of their office. Not even Crystal had made such an impact when she had first arrived.

“I will need you to calm yourself madam and then explain to us in detail what supernatural activity you have experienced so we may decide if we will work on your case.” Edwin said facing directly at the client, in a collective and cool tone as he always seem to do.

“Well, it started as a mere problem that all old houses seem to have in common; some creaking and pounding on the floors but never something so crude to draw my attention. Then, the whispers started and the laughter echoing from the walls. I tried to brush it off and started bringing over friends to the house so i wont be alone. But that was when the madness began." The lady took a deep breath and paused for what felt like a century. In the meantime, worried looks were exchanged between the boys and Crystal who stood on the other end of the desk.

“In the middle of a conversation between myself and my two friends, when I dared to turn my gaze away from them, I looked back after a moment of unresponsive silence to find them nowhere in sight. I searched the whole house and there was no sign of them. They didn’t respond when I called their names and their phones were still on the table next to their unfinished cups of tea. Needless to say I was already freaking out when I heard the haunting laughter coming from the attic.” Edwin had sat up fully now, almost hanging from the edge of his chair, the familiar look of intrigue in his eyes and Charles could almost see the wheels turning in his head. The plan was already set in motion and there was no version of him that would deny the adrenaline of a good mystery. Charles’s lips curled up at the sight.

“I checked the attic as well but no one was there either.” She went on. “I was thinking about enrolling myself in a psychiatric institution when suddenly my friends appeared out of thin air on the exact same spot I last saw them, looking exactly the same on the outside but all-together changed on the inside.”

“How do you mean?” Edwin asked in professional curiosity.

“They were acting awkwardly and couldn’t bring themselves to look me-or each other for that matter-in the eye. They both grabbed their belongings and stormed out of the house almost immediately, refusing to answer any of my questions. I haven’t heard a word from them since.” She sank down in the chair, seemingly defeated and temporarily run out of words, and the agency shared a knowing look. They squeezed together in the corner of the room, heads bumping into each other.

“Now this is an odd circumstance.” Charles proclaimed with an unimpressed expression on his face.

“Not gonna lie, at first I thought she was bullshiting like crazy too but I haven’t seen anyone so upset in my life. Maybe she almost scared herself to death or something and that’s why she’s able to see you, guys.” Crystal added in a hashed tone.

“Judging from the fact that she went all the way to search for us alone, makes me think she is being truthful.” Edwin answered and took an unsure pause. Charles watched the boy as he lowered his gaze and his demeanour shifted. “We haven’t taken up on a case for an alive person since-“ He stopped but the devastating scream of the name was ringing still in Charles’s head, the same way he knew it did for Edwin. Niko. He squeezed the other boy’s shoulder sympathetically. “But from the sights of it, the case is a proper supernatural mystery.” he continued, putting on a happy facade.

“Can’t argue with that.” Charles went along with it and at the same time all three looked at each other and nodded. They twirled around and left a breeze in their wake. Or at least, Crystal did.

“We will help you.” Crystal told the woman in distress and she, in return, jumped up due to her excitement.

“Ah yes, thank you so-“

“In exchange for proper payment, of course.” Edwin cut her off. “And I wouldn’t be quick to thank us, if I were you, until the case is closed.”

“Yes, of course.” she replied and offered them a smile for the first time that evening.

“Let’s hope you haven’t forgotten anything important this time, Charles. Although it would not pass off as a surprise, seeing the terrible state of the office which you refuse to tidy and organize as I often had shown you. The latter would prove to be, in fact, very efficient in our case but nobody seems to be listening to me these days.” Edwin complained for the second time that morning concerning the same subject. Charles didn’t think he was being fair on him. It wasn’t like he had forgotten anything vital on the last couple of cases. Only a few books Edwin wanted for some spells and one time, the key of the office had slipped from his pocket on a case and Crystal couldn’t get into their workplace for two days until he found it. But that one wasn’t his fault!

“I don’t understand why you are so fixated on cleaning up my side. It never bothered you and it had been this way since the day we moved in. Even the Night Nurse didn’t seem to mind. Don’t tell me you want personal space all of a sudden.” Charles glanced at him from the side and he looked another level of frustrated under the sunlight.

“You give me more than enough with all the time you spend away doing god knows what with Crystal.” The bitter answer caused his head to turn immediately in order to look at his best friend who was not facing him but whose unpleasantness was visible from ten miles away.

“Oi, that isn’t fair. We weren’t doing any-“

“Sorry to break off your lovely chitchatting but that’s the house.” Crystal cut them off before things could get out of hand and Charles was grateful for it. She was truly an amazing addition to the group, not only because of her psychic abilities but because her fresh energy and perspective daily reminded him and Edwin not to get lost in petty things. Their friendship was stronger thanks to her.

“Right.” Edwin cleared his throat and straightened his bow tie.

The two boys stepped through the door, momentarily forgetting that Crystal couldn’t follow them, and startled miss Whistledown who awaited at the nearby couch. She opened the door for Crystal and welcomed them in her home. She offered to show them around but the agency reassured her that they would find their way around the house.

Surely enough, there they stood in the infamous attic with a reputation for unexplainable activity. Edwin had the magnifier in his hand, inspecting the overflowing boxes, acting as if the ghost was hiding inside one of them.

“Mate, I don’t think your magnifier is very useful on this case.” Charles explained civilly, not wanting to start yet another argument.

“You’d be surprised, Charles.” He simply answered. “You never know if something important is right under your nose. Most of the times if you are not searching for it, you can’t see it.”

“I think you took this a little too literally, mate.” Charles said and Edwin sighed and lowered the magnifier from his face.

“And what would you have me do, Charles? We have been here for more than an hour, searching all over the house and there hasn’t been a single clue as to what is going on. I am starting to think this is a waste of time.” He was losing his patience but it was obvious the case wasn’t really what bothered him. Neither was the messy nature of Charles.

“Okay, I don’t know what is up with you two today but can you please shut up for a minute?I think I heard something.” Crystal interrupted them and signaled towards the corner of the room. They took a few steps forward and listened in carefully.

And soon enough, there it was. Quiet at first but stronger as time passed; humming. Not any kind of humming either but it had a rhythmical pattern to it as well.

Charles turned his head over to Edwin to check if he was hearing the same thing but the boy was already looking at him with the familiar gentle gaze that Charles could recognise anywhere. And he had recognised him, even in the depths of Hell covered as he was from head to toe with blood, terrified to the bone and running for his life. The sight of him that day had reached a part of Charles that unlocked a whole new wave of emotion and need to protect the boy who meant the most to him. That part was very present now in this very room where it had no reason to be but then again it had stayed with him ever since. Surprisingly enough though, he didn’t mind it. That was the last realisation he made before everything flashed white.

“Edwin?” Charles exclaimed quietly, still recovering from the temporary blindness. “Edwin!” He shouted when he didn’t hear a response and he squeezed his eyes in a desperate attempt to find him. But wherever they were, wasn’t the same place they had been seconds ago.

“I am here.” Edwin’s voice rang back and Charles let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Where are we?”

“I don’t know.” Charles looked around and took in the colourful environment with profound suspicion. He was pretty sure it was supposed to be a ball room but the choice of colour on the walls resembled a child’s room. There was a lot of pink everywhere. His eyes finally fell upon a throne on the other side of the room but what he found weirder than the piece and the placement itself was the person currently sitting on it. “But something tells me we’re about to find out.”

“Well, good evening boys.” Said the lady in the elegant gown and it was no surprise really when he noticed that everything she was wearing represented different shades of pink. Even the edges of her blond hair faded in hot pink! By the looks of his face, Edwin appeared to experience utter shock, perhaps living his personal nightmare and that said a lot, considering he had spent more than 70 years in Hell. Charles rushed over to the other boy, exchanging unsure glances with him the whole way. No sign of Crystal so far.

“Young love!” She sighed blissfully. “How much I adore to witness it.”

“Are you the one that has been harassing the owner of this house?” Edwin asked but the woman only swung her legs on one side of the throne while dipping her head backwards the other side dramatically.

“I am Pandora and I find harassing to be a very barbaric use of language. I was merely trying to help.” The lady pouted as if she was offended and she kicked her legs childishly under the long Victorian dress that was missing its long sleeves. And by missing, he meant ripped off completely.

“And what kind of services would those be?” Edwin went on with the interrogation, trying desperately to find out as much as he could about this unique creature. Was she a ghost? She could have been but then again what kind of ghost have powers or a special place to hide in?

“I specialise in bringing people together and watching as a fruitful relationship grows and inevitably flourishes into a successful marriage.” She smiled to herself, looking all proud, and Charles barely contained his chuckle. They were in for a treat.

“You are a matchmaker!?” The two boys said at the same time. Charles gave up and started laughing but Edwin, on the other hand, seemed repulsed at best. Charles remembered the stories his best friend had shared with him about the failed attempts of society members to find him a young lady to pursue a family with and he also remembered all too well his efforts to avoid anything relevant, as well as their disastrous results. It only caused more erupting laughter from Charles’s side.

“Well, if you must diminish my art so.” She rolled her eyes and stared daggers into Charles who then, admittedly fearful, cleared his throat and straightened his back.

“I am afraid this is a poor excuse for unfinished business and it is essential you move on to your afterlife.” Edwin demanded in a way that seemed to catch Pandora’s attention.

“You cannot force me to leave.”

“No. But if the housekeeper was to state her refusal with authority, then you would be obliged to. No spirit can stay where it’s unwanted.” The words and the seriousness of the situation looked like they finally clicked inside the woman’s brain. She let out a groan and turned her body around to face them properly this time. She rose up from her seat and slowly started to make her way towards them.

“Fine.” Edwin smiled in triumph but Charles had a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy. “But on one condition.” Charles signaled her to explain further. “You allow me one last case.” She held her head high with her hands behind her back, smiling cunningly, and Charles could swear he saw her batting her eyelashes at them.

“I suppose there is no harm in that.” Edwin answered and glanced at Charles to see if he was on board. He just shrugged his shoulders. Then Edwin turned to the woman again, simultaneously pulling out his notebook and his pen: “Alright, where can we find them?”

“Oh, that won’t be necessary.” Both of the boys frowned in return. “They are in this very room, after all.” Charles didn’t need to look at Edwin to picture his expression and he was pretty positive it mirrored his own. Pandora smiled sweetly at them and quickly snapped her fingers.

In that moment, the room seemed to come to life. The colorful walls were glistening and the dull pink ground turned into a dance floor painted like a chessboard. Charles even jumped up when he heard violins next to his ear and thought he was going crazy when he couldn’t find the source of the music. When he looked over to Edwin, the boy seemed to be identically lost and confused. So distracted they were that they hadn’t notice that the woman was no longer next to them but sitting on her throne once again. Her attire had changed as well; She was wearing a red glimmering gown and in her hands she was holding a bow. But that wasn’t the strangest part. Leaning on her throne was a case full of heart shaped arrows. Charles had to rub his eyes for the last part, just to make sure.

“Tell me this is a joke.” He whispered to Edwin but his best friend was not having it.

“What is the meaning of this? Do you wish to humiliate us?” He yelled at her and Charles was surprised at the loud display of annoyance.

“Humiliate? No, young child. Just to make you aware of what you so desperately try to deny.” Her tone was serious, perhaps for the first time, and Edwin scoffed in frustration. Charles watched as the other boy clenched his fists against one another. Uh oh. Charles stepped close and took hold of his gloved hands.

“You need to relax, mate.”

“How can I? This is insanity!”

“We’ve been through worse. I am sure we can handle this.” Charles smiled reassuringly, managing even for a split second to break Edwin’s angry facade and have him offering a smile in return.

“Now, now hush lovebirds. May the music be your anchor.” She clapped her hands and bright lights were immediately on them. Not only that, but there was a sparkling path which due to the structure of the floor, looked like a winning formula for a chess game. Something clicked in Charles’s mind. He knew what they had to do.

He hastily removed his gloves and placed them in his pockets. He grabbed Edwin’s waist so fast that the boy jumped at the contact. He widened his eyes and looked at Charles like a madman.

“What on earth do you think you are doing?” Charles ignored him. He took his one hand into his own and placed his other one on his shoulder before he returned his own to its rightful place on the other boy’s lower back.

“Have you lost your mind?” He whispered dangerously to Charles but he chose to let it go this once.

“Follow me and please don’t step on my shoes. They are new.” He offered Edwin’s baffled face one last smile before he started dancing to the tune of the music.

Dancing classes from the 1900s seemed to suffice because Edwin followed gracefully, perhaps because the meaning of their actions had yet to register in his mind. Light feet followed the winning line while their bodies were moving in perfect synchronisation. Something about the way everything felt so natural and easy with Edwin, made Charles slow down the pace. Their eyes, which had been stuck to the magic pathway, found each other instead. A question lingered in Edwin’s blue ones. Charles could almost hear them spelling it out, the same way they had on the staircase in Hell, where once again they were seeking out the ticket for their escape. When the stakes were high and their long since silent hearts could be heard thumping across the different realms. How the threat never stopped Edwin, whose courage served up his heart to Charles on a silver platter, not afraid to be vulnerable and ready to take a hit. In the moment where neither of them was hesitant to reach out and touch because the ghosts of their short-lived existence were still hovering above them, aiming to open the wounds they worked so hard to heal. A moment Charles had replaying in his mind consistently ever since.

“Are you okay?” Edwin asked softly and they weren’t moving anymore. They weren’t running and he had him still in his arms, not a single reason why he shouldn’t. They didn’t need to count the seconds or hide in his backpack again. They could simply stay on the same spot for the rest of time and Death or even Hell wouldn’t bat an eye. But it wasn’t the right question now and it hadn’t been the right answer then.

“I would do it all over again, you know.” Charles didn’t take his eyes off of Edwin because he didn’t want him to reduce the meaning of his words.

“What?” He answered breathlessly and Charles noticed that their faces had never been so close, Edwin’s lips had never seemed so soft. Their bodies were still snapped into place and their chests were connected proudly.

“I would refuse my afterlife again if it meant I’d get to spent one more moment with you.” Edwin looked taken aback by his best friend’s words, an insecure part of him not believing them and another taught to reject them.

“Don’t do this just because it will guarantee us a way out. This isn’t Hell, Charles. I don’t need you to save me and I certainly don’t need you to say things you don’t mean.” Edwin started to pull away from him but Charles couldn’t let him go just yet.

“No, you’re not listening to me, Edwin. I meant everything I said in Hell and everything I am saying right now. I never doubted my love for you and neither should you.” He took Edwin’s face in his hands, gently caressing his skin, the same way he had at the core of his best friend’s nightmare. But Edwin was right; this wasn’t Hell. His eyes weren’t glistening with tears that were threatening to fall, neither was his body trembling with fear for the inevitable. Instead, he was warm and radiant and something familiar sparkled in his eyes. Charles could even dare to name it without fear of jinxing it.

“I just want you to show me how to love you in the way you want me to. I am ready this time.” Charles smiled and Edwin’s lips curled up in return. It was the first time Charles wished the world could see them, could see him. The people didn’t know they were missing out. But this exchange rang out as a secret promise too, just between the two of them, the same way it had been for three decades. “So what do you say, deal?” Edwin chuckled and rested his hands on the other boy’s wrists as they were still on his face.

“Deal.” He agreed and as if almost on cue, the hard lights showering them dimmed. Slow clapping was heard across the room as it started retreating into its previous form.

“Bravo! I knew you were made for each other. My services have once again proven to be most efficient.” Pandora smiled proudly at them, admiring her work. “I didn’t even need to use my arrows!” She exclaimed happily and Charles was reminded of the heart shaped devils. He and Edwin shared a look of relief. They pulled away from each other.

“Now, please let us accompany you out of here and into the afterlife.” Said Edwin and the woman’s smile died down.

“Yes, of course.” She turned around and spoke to the empty room. “I’ll miss you a great deal, miss Diana!” The boys frowned at that.

“Who is she talking to?”

“I think it’s the room.”

“Well, let’s go, you beautiful lovesick fools.” She wiped a single tear from her eye and snapped her fingers. This time, however, the sound transported them back to the dark and quiet attic.

“Oh my god, there you are! You scared the shit out of me! Where have you been?” Crystal yelled the second they appeared in the room but the boys’ attention was elsewhere. Specifically, on each other.

Charles realized for the first time that there was nothing holding him back and judging by the look on Edwin’s face and the smile that he flashed him, he had realized the same.

They were walking before they could let the thought sink in, before the taught hatred could get in the way of the only normal thing in their troublesome existence. Their eyes closed as soon as their lips made contact. Charles’s hands tangled up in the other boy’s hair, holding on for dear life, and Edwin grabbed him by the waist, trying to balance them. Charles would have stayed in this embrace forever, which was possible because they didn’t need the air anyway, but he remembered they weren’t alone. He pulled back slowly and looked over to Crystal to find her holding out her hands in question and to Pandora to find her beaming and jumping because of her excitement.

“Is anyone gonna explain to me what the hell is going on?” Said Crystal on the verge of a mental breakdown but the boys couldn’t help themselves. After a long time, they laughed.

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OMG THERES 1K OF YOU!! I cannot believe it! Thank you all so much for all the love and support these last few months :) Literally tearing up at how many people love my works. It all started with a silly little pharmacist fic and look at where we are now!

To celebrate, I will be opening up my inbox for some prompts! For the next week, feel free to send me a character, a prompt below, and any other details (ex. female, male, or g/n character) :)

aesthetic prompts 💌 - CLOSED NOW! thank you for all the submissions :)

soft and cute - all fluff!

vase of flowers - they return home to your door with a small bouquet of flowers with rudy

loveseat - shopping for furniture for your shared home

linen tablecloths - hosting a dinner party (one that is pinterest worthy)

orange juice - sick days call for the best care

vintage maps - a spontaneous trip with an event filled itinerary

cherry lip balm - what was your first kiss like? with graves

paper rings - “put this on” “why did you make a ring out of the straw wrapper?”

ramekins of soup - you both are not experienced chefs but you try a new recipe in the kitchen

tuberose- looking at old photo albums and reminiscing on old memories

tote bags - “hey can you hold this for me?” “why do you have so many things?” “it’s not my fault these pockets don’t hold anything”

sugar cubes - they surprise you with your favorite dessert/sweet treat with price

music - “i made you a playlist!”

pearls - a fancy dinner out with expensive clothes and dining

folded sheets - "hi, i'm your neighbor across the hall :)"

gold - a small gifted ring as a token of your love with price

unlit cigarette - meeting in the most unexpected of places

hot chocolate - a warm snowed in cabin with nowhere to go

house plant - “for your new apartment!” “you know i’m not here enough to water that”

pastel bonnets and rattles - “we are NOT naming our child that”

perfume - perfume bottles decorate your bureau and you decide to let them choose your scent for the day with gaz

friendship bracelets - friends don't look at friends that way, is there something between us? with ghost

shower of tears - angst

crystal glasses - a fight ends with shattered wine glasses and someone is left to pick up the pieces with gaz

running mascara - "i can't believe you would say that to me" with the 141

hyacinth - they decide to interrupt the wedding just as you're about to say your vows with ghost

cardigans - "please don't go, please don't leave me" with ghost

sea salt - you can't do this anymore and just need to get away from them

stars - "do you think in another universe things would have worked out for us?"

cubic zirconia - you both come to the realization that your relationship is beyond repair

cold sheets - "can you hold me just one more time?" with soap and gaz

hydrangeas - a sudden death leaves one of you without the other for the rest of time

cocktails - "you need to stop drinking too much" "what do you know?"

graveyard - "please i don't want to die" with price

enlisted - military au

empty cartridges - "I want you to run, I'll cover you!"

uniforms - they sure clean up well as you look at them in their dress uniform with price

cigarette smoke - you share a cigarette (and exchange indirect kisses) while on patrol with ghost

confidential files - you're the newest addition to the team and you recognize a familiar face

jacket - you forgot to pack you winter gear and they're helping you avoid the cold

angel - this time you're their knight in shining armor as you save them with soap | with price

manila folders - "I'm being transferred to another unit"

bandages - you are the only one with the med kit and are tasked with patching them up

barbells - "you're doing it wrong, let me show you"

MREs - "can we switch? this food is absolute shit"

hit the showers (18+) - a prank ends with you getting your clothes and towel stolen with soap

wigs - you get sent undercover with them

hot and seductive - smut (18+)

lace (18+) - “wait for me in the bedroom, i have a surprise”with soap

stained lipstick (18+) - rough kisses in the back of an uber with gaz | with ghost

stolen glaces (18+) - "are you going to kiss me or not?"

tanning lotion (18+) - you just wanted help with an even lotion application but now their touch is venturing elsewhere

black and white photos (18+) - you take a few photos so they can remember you (and your body) while on deployment with price: part i and part ii

fruit juice (18+) - "let's test out that theory about drinking pineapple juice"

morning sun (18+) - you have nowhere to go and decide to spend it in bed ;) with ghost | with gaz | with price

silk (18+) - “you look absolutely gorgeous tonight”

#madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john price #johnny soap mactavish #kyle garrick x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #call of duty #mw2 headcanons #konig mw2 #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra

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