#˚ ☼ . RED & MUSIC .

[magicovento]

knight and vampire

Promotional photoshoot for Song of Solomon

[ham1lton]

SHE’S SO LUCKY, SHE’S A STAR!

pairing: charles leclerc × famous!reader.

warnings: mentions of mental health. slightly angsty.

summary: lucky is the dream girl. she has everything. the man, the career, and the fame…. or does she?

faceclaim: britney spears ♡

author’s note: this has been in my drafts for SO long. glad to share it with you. let me know if you enjoyed it! <3

— part of the diva anthems series ♪

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liked by lucky, landonorris and 1,383,737 others.

charles_leclerc: happy music video release day to the love of my life! thank you for letting me be a part of your journey. i’m your biggest fan until the end of the road.

also keep an eye out for my cameo on oops!… i did it again - out now! :)

tagged: @ lucky

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user1: he’s so whipped it’s adorable. he truly loves her.

user2: the album is so good. this is crazy!! the album of the year.

*liked by charles_leclerc*

user3: favourite song?

-> charles_leclerc: i love them all…. but dear diary.

user4: charles in his acting era omg.

-> user5: charles leclerc: f1 driver, astronaut, actor and official wag to thee yn.

-> user6: lucky has his ass WORKING 😭

user7: charles going from having a crush on yn to dating her?? he needs to give me his game card. i need to use it on theo james.

user8: OOPS U THINK IM IN LOVE THAT IM SENT FROM ABOOOOOOVVVVEEE

-> user9: IM NOT THAT INNOCENTTT

user10: video vixen charles 😍

user11: the titanic reference omg!!!

lucky: i love you!!! i’m your biggest fan. this album wouldn’t be here without you. 💕

-> charles_leclerc: 💕

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"so are we ready for the tour" your manager speaks to your team. you're wearing a threadbare t-shirt that you stole from charles' wardrobe and a pair of jeans that were more comfortable than stylish.

no one commented on your lack of makeup.

“i can't do a tour." you say, softly.

“you have to. it's the best way to make money. the more shows you do, the more money you make."

“it’s not that. it's just... i'm tired." being lucky, the superstar was a façade. one that you felt that only you could pull off.

it took a certain amount of mental fortitude to lie to everyone in your life.

"maybe next year? can we delay it at least?"

"what about your fans? you know the music industry, yn. the less you strike while the iron is hot, the bigger the chance you’ll be irrelevant when the next new thing comes out.” a executive says. “besides, we’ve already announced it.”

to be genuinely honest, you didn’t care. it would have been absolutely fine for you to retire now. you felt that you’d made your mark. tours would drag you away from your loved ones, they require constant discipline and a lot of effort. something which you didn’t have a lot of at the moment.

“okay. how many shows?”

“not too many. around 80/90.”

you bite your inner cheek and nod. there isn’t anything else you can do.

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lucky: this has been a work that has been lovingly crafted by so many people. i want to thank my team, everyone who helped to bring this album to life. my best friend who would always bring coffee to set, my makeup artist and stylist tina who helped me create this gorgeous look and my incredible fans who make every release one i look forward to sharing to you. ‘oops!… i did it again’ is out now!

also i see you already getting your red jumpsuits ready for halloween!! tina’s already posted a list of makeup products on her ig - @makeupbyti.

also the biggest thank you to my biggest fan, my confidante and my forever muse - @charles_leclerc. this album wouldn’t be possible without you. thanks for being my first listener. i love you till the end of the road 💕

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user1: THANK YOU TINA!

-> lucky: we love tina in this household 💕

user2: “HER FOREVER MUSE” excuse me while i sob, scream and perhaps cry.

-> user3: i need a love like theirs one day.

user4: ALBUM BANGS

user5: NOW IM STRONGER THAN YESTERDAY!

-> user6: NOW IT’S NOTHIN BUT MY WAY

-> user7: MY LONELINESS AINT KILLIN ME NO MOREEE!

user8: ONE KISS FROM YOU!! AND SUDDENLY

-> user9: I SEE THE ROAD LEAD OUT IN FRONT OF MEEEE

user10: IM A CMULM STAN! SOTY!!!! 😋

billieeilish: thank you for letting me help write some songs alongside you. i love you 🖤

-> lucky: love you the most billie. thank you!!

-> user4: this is my favourite music friendship. so cute.

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you pull out your phone when you see charles ringing. you smile to yourself and lie it against the pillow across from you. when the facetime connects, you see he’s in the same position as you. sleep rumbled with flushed cheeks and twinkly eyes.

you want to kiss him but you’re in amsterdam and he’s in madrid. you doubt you would even have time to make it, even if you could justify the expense to your team.

“hi sweet girl.” he grins at you. “you look pretty.”

“you’re prettier. didn’t you see the tweets? i manifested you.” you laugh slightly. “lucky girl with a gorgeous boyfriend.”

“opposite way around actually. lucky guy.”

“i miss you.” you sigh, looking around your hotel room. it’s gorgeous. it has everything you could possibly want or need and if it didn’t, a quick phone call downstairs would immediately rectify that. but you miss charles. you miss your best friend. you miss your home.

“i miss you too. next time i get a break i’m flying to wherever you are and that’s a promise. okay?”

“okay.”

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FIVE MONTHS LATER.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: according to sources, singer yn yln and athlete charles leclerc have broken up. the reason being that their busy schedules had gotten too intense for the two of them to handle. singer yn, also known by her stage name lucky, has just embarked on her newest world tour and driver charles is currently travelling for his f1 races.

sources state that their families and friends were all ‘shocked’ by the news as it seemingly came out of the blue. with one party stating that he had seen them only a month earlier and they were ‘all over each other’:

view the link in bio for more information, but how are we feeling at the demise of the power couple ham1ltons?

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user1: well how is he gonna stay relevant now?

-> user2: he’s an f1 driver. i think he’ll be fine.

-> user1: don’t gaf. he’s a flop. how do you fumble THEE yn yln?

user3: NOOOOOOOOOO JUST FELL TO MY KNEES

user4: wait um… why am i happy… yn is single now

user5: him breaking up with her because she got successful is sick. men always want to destroy a woman when they become more successful than them.

-> user6: we don’t know that’s why they broke up or that he was the one who initiated. it could have been her or it could have been mutual.

user7: good. he’s been driving like shit since he started dating her.

-> user8: okay now that’s a lie 😭

user9: this is so sad. they were in love just before she went on the tour. could they not handle long distance?

-> user10: probably not. while yn was writing and recording, she was able to be more flexible so she would travel with charles wherever he went but being on tour means she can’t do that.

-> user11: this makes me believe it was his fault and he broke up with her.

-> user10: i always hated them together anyways. athletes are always bad news.

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charles_leclerc: leo, frank and i.

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user1: the dog is so cute :(

user2: is it true y’all?? did they really break up?

-> user3: they kept all the pictures of each other on their profile and he still follows her.

user4: CHARLES MARC HERVÉ PERCEVAL LECLERC WHAT IS GOING ON 😭

user9: the frank song… oh they’re over :(

-> user10: he’s playing SELF CONTROL too 😭😭

-> user11: is the lyric choice deliberate? yn cried on stage the other day :(

-> user12: idk omg. it sounds like a dick move if so… poor lucky :((

user5: that f1 gossip page was lowkey right because yn is halfway through her tour and he hasn’t been to ONE tour date.

-> user6: thats lowkey crazy when u consider how she would always come to his races to support him.

user7: i just want them back together :( they were the only celeb couple i could stomach.

-> user8: no deadass. they were my taylor/travis.

user13: frank ocean…. this is the most post-breakup ex boyfriend post ever 😭 charlesynnies we lost.

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PARTIAL PHONE TRANSCRIPT BETWEEN YN YLN AND CHARLES LECLERC. — LEAKED BY TMZ.

YLN (CRYING): i hate it. i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry charles. i didn’t want to do it. i just can’t do it anymore.

LECLERC: hey, it’s okay. i get it. it’s okay. i’m not upset with you. i’m not angry.

YLN: i fucking hate touring. i hate it so much. it takes everything from me. i broke up with you because i knew you’d get tired of me. that the tour would make me a shell of myself and you’d inevitably dislike me.

LECLERC: where did you get that from?

YLN: that’s what my ex did. i don’t even blame him.

LECLERC: but i’m not him. i understand that it takes a lot from you but a relationship isn’t supposed to be 50/50 all the time. sometimes it’s 90/10 or 70/30. it’s okay for me to help you. you’ve already done what? two thirds of the tour? not too much left to get through and then you’ll be free. you can do it.

YLN: i know. i just hate it. i love my fans and i love making music but the tour is just too much. this is my third tour in two years…. i miss you. i’m sorry.

LECLERC: i miss you too yn. there is nothing to be sorry about.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: tmz leaked the audio of a emotional phonecall between exes superstar yn yln, more famously known as lucky, and f1 athlete charles leclerc. the two minute leak has the global superstar crying about her current tour and her ex-boyfriend comforting her.

what do we think of the leak ham1ltons?

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user1: oh this is so disgusting my god.

user2: whoever leaked this go to hell. this was very much a private moment between the two.

user3: yn’s management need to let her take a break. a album and a world tour EVERY YEAR is insane!!! i’m surprised she hasn’t burnt out yet.

-> user4: she’s reaching the end of her rope and that makes sm sense. this is a insane amount of work and she’s only in her early twenties!!!

user5: charles was so sweet. at least we know it wasn’t his fault but i feel so much for lucky :( she doesn’t deserve this.

user6: poor lucky :( her management should go to hell!!!

user7: she needs more people looking out for her. this is awful. why would someone even record this anyways???

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charlesupdates: charles was spotted in rio de janeiro/galeão–antonio carlos jobim international airport! he signed a bunch of stuff for fans and then had to head off before taking any pictures! i wonder where he’s headed? 🤔

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user1: OMGGGGG

user2: LUCKY IS PERFORMING IN RIO DE JANEIRO

user3: CHARLESYN BACK TOGETHER AGAIN THANK YOU GOD PLEASE

user4: PLEASE PLEASE

user5: ITS HER LAST TOUR DATE PLEASE

user6: i’ve never been this invested in a celebrity relationship ever but i really want this for both of them!!! they seem miserable without each other.

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lucky: and that’s a wrap on the world tour! thank you to all of my incredible fans, the hardworking and talented team behind the scenes and my family and friends for being there for me throughout everything.

a lot of things have been speculated upon and discussed on the internet about me and my life. i am aware of my status and how it endorses these sort of conversations about me but i just want to encourage kindness. we don’t know what someone is going through and a little compassion can go a long way.

i will be taking some time off for my own personal reasons as the tour has wrapped up, but i will see you next year. i love you! stay lucky!!! 💕

tagged: @ charles_leclerc

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user1: WAR IS OVER THANK YOU LORD!!!!!!

user2: take all the time u need lucky!!! we love you!!!

user3: CHARLESYNNIES HOW WE FEELIN??

user4: THE PIC OMG! they’re so cute :(

-> user5: yn was so happy at this concert, and charles was spotted there all four nights!!!

-> user6: i love them 🥺🥺🥺

user7: lucky i hope u spend this time having fun and relaxing!!! u deserve it!!

user8: missed seeing charles being tagged in every lucky post…. IM SO HAPPY THEYRE BACK TOGETHER.

billieeilish: i love u :(

-> lucky: i love u too!!! i’m still around!!! always :)

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charles_leclerc: home ♥️

tagged: @ lucky

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[sunsetsimon]

Halloween Party (NSFW)

simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader nsfw

mentions of drinking alcohol, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, a little rough but nothing crazy

his gunslinger skin has had me going crazy recently. totally self indulgent.. my first time writing a full blown smut scenario in like 4 years so cut me some slack if it sucks lmao. AND SORRY ITS LATE I WAS OVERTHINKING IT TOO MUCH.

hope you enjoy!!! - sun

nsfw under the cut. mdni

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simon couldn't believe you managed to drag him to this halloween party hosted by your friends. you knew full well that simon is neither a halloween nor party guy, so this was way out of his comfort zone. but dammit... he wanted to make you happy. he knows you miss out on a lot of things because of his antisocial tendencies, and it made him feel better knowing he'd be there to protect you if anything happened, so he decided to go.

he's dressed in a gunslinger costume, full black dress attire and a red chrome mask. the bottom of his face is exposed, pale scar on his top lip barely visible. his black hat covers his eyes and he keeps his head low, not wanting to draw attention. the fabric hugs his muscles perfectly and your appetite is growing for something that isn't food. the short cape on his coat makes his shoulders broader, somehow making your boyfriend appear even bigger.

he steps to the door first, the music clearly blasting from inside, barely muffled by the thin door. giving you a nod, he opens it and you walk in, holding his hand as you lead him through the crowd.

"hey guys!!" you hear yelled over the music, turning to see your best girl friend, anna, waving at you two. she squeezes her way through the crowd, a huge smile on her face when she sees your matching outfits. simon in his costume, you in a cowgirl one. "you guys look great!" she says excitedly, giving you a quick hug and simon a wave.

simon leaves to make you both a drink while you catch up with your friend. he watches you from across the room, you look so beautiful when you laugh. with your cowgirl costume on, dressed in black shorts and a black vest top to match him, with fishnet tights and red cowgirl boots.

the night flows quickly as you get lost in the music and drinks. you chat with your friends throughout the night but make a point to stay close to simon, knowing he wanted to leave within the first ten minutes of arriving. "come with me," you say, grabbing his gloved hand and pulling him from the corner he got comfortable in.

simon huffs, following you out to the backyard, "what's out 'ere?"

you giggle, tipsy from the alcohol and feeling playful, "this is where the real fun is."

there's only a few stragglers, a couple sitting with their feet in the pool and a small group talking in the opposite corner of the yard.

pulling him to you, you push up his chrome mask to reveal his entire mouth. his lips are a soft pink, bottom one slightly plumper than the top. he hums when you kiss him, tasting the mixed drink you had been nursing for the last 15 minutes. dragging a hand slowly up your back, he holds the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and giving a small tug.

your tongues fight for dominance but you fail when he sucks on your wet muscle, knowing that makes you weak. cupping his growing bulge, lightly massaging him through his dress pants. simon almost growls, pulling away and dragging you to the side of the house for more privacy.

throwing his hat to the ground, he kisses you hungrily, loving the way you moan into the kiss when he gives your fat ass cheek a hard squeeze. your heart is pounding, worried that anyone could turn the corner and see you two. but simon quickly swipes that thought from your mind, trailing wet kisses down your neck and across your throat. his short blonde hair tickles your chin, a small chuckle vibrating through your chest. simon's head is spinning, the desire to be inside of you too strong to wait much longer.

"bite," he orders, holding a gloved finger up to your mouth. you submit easily, teeth grabbing the tip of the fabric as he pulls it off. his bare hand gives a small pat to your cheek, "good girl."

he shoves his hand down your shorts, teasing your swollen clit through your damp panties. he rolls your sweet bud in his fingers, loving the way you mewl, gripping his shoulders hard with want. his mask is lopsided on his face, lips swollen and pink from your bites and sucks.

"f-fuck simon... let's be quick," you whine. you might be tipsy and horny, but that doesn't let you forget that you're in your friend's backyard and anyone could see you right now.

“you rushin’ me, lovie? thought you dragged me out ‘ere cause you wanted to get fucked, yeah?” simon asks, his voice thick with lust. he takes his hand out of your shorts and flips you to face the brick wall, tugging them down just past your ass. quickly working to unbuckle his belt and fetch his cock from his pants, he fucks into you with haste, groaning at the way your tight hole sucks him in.

he drags your hips further from the wall, forcing you to arch your back and lean against it with your arms. the brick scratches your skin, your body jumping with each thrust as he bullies your gummy pussy, loving the way you squeeze him when his huge cock pokes your cervix. reaching around your thigh, he tickles your swollen and aching clit. the cold pad of his fingers adds to your pleasure, mind dizzy as he fucks you expertly.

"gonna cum si-" you cry, but a hand slaps over your mouth. as if anyone could even hear you from the loud music inside. his fingers tighten, lightly squeezing your tiny face when you continue to moan and cry into his hand. hot tears of pleasure stream down your face, the knot in your stomach twisting until it finally snaps.

pussy walls clenching eagerly around him as you cum, begging for his seed. euphoria washes over you in waves, shocks shooting through your entire body, tiny clit burning from his abuse. your legs are weak, knees knocking against each other but simon pulls you back up, refusing to let you fall.

"nng- fuck. 'm so close," he heaves, his nails digging into your hips when he squeezes them hard. your whines and pulsating pussy are all he can focus on, the party a distant memory at this point. with one final push he cums, shooting his load deep into your cunt, holding you back against him to make sure you get every last drop.

"ready?" he asks after a minute and you nod. slowly withdrawing from your pussy, a trail of cum following suit. getting yourselves together, you pull up your soiled panties and shorts, cringing at the cold wetness in your pants.

"i guess we'd better say bye to anna and them," you laugh, "i need a fucking shower."

“let’s get out of ‘ere then,” simon agrees, buckling his belt and grabbing his hat before making his way back inside. he decided he needed to come to halloween parties with you more often.

[naturalbornluvr]

intro (again) ♡

୨୧ used to be yayobabydoll! i got termed at 10k on 9/2 </3

୨୧ my bday is april 26th 2009 so i’m 15

୨୧ i’m a girl obvi <3 she/her & i’m bi

୨୧ ♉︎☼ ♊︎☽ ♒︎↑ infp 4w5 if u care bout that stuff

୨୧ calvin gabriel’s wife

୨୧ i ♡︎ lana del rey, zero day, ethel cain, cats, baby pink, fashion, makeup, rain, my bed, music, drawing, vintage stuff, religious imagery, stuffies, vampires, cool guns n knives, my mutuals, strawberry monster, & red nail polish

୨୧ fav music : lana, ethel, jeff buckley, nirvana, hole, deftones, nicole dollanganger, jack off jill, slowdive, alice in chains, my bloody valentine, mazzy star, slipknot, katie jane garside, mitski, elita, pearl jam, phoebe bridgers, radiohead, mars argo, the cure, a$ap, amy winehouse, babes in toyland, avril lavigne, kittie, car seat headrest, cas, nin, marina, ayesha erotica, tyler

୨୧ fav movies & tv shows : zero day, the virgin suicides, american psycho, girl interrupted, thirteen, natural born killers, lolita 1997, twilight, i believe in unicorns, buffalo 66, palo alto, fight club, 10 things i hate about u, the notebook, pretty little liars, ahs, gilmore girls, skins, death note

୨୧ fav cases : columbine, the manson family, jodi arias, skylar neese, alyssa bustamante, elliot, & the academy maniacs

୨୧ warning for (probably) ed/sh/hornyposting n i js talk a lot in general lol

୨୧ i love making friends n talking to ppl so don’t b shy to dm me n send me asks :3 i also take hc reqs

୨୧ pics r not mine unless stated otherwise

୨୧ disc: velvetcrowb4r

[laviefantasie]

[ Just Keep Swimming ]

Pairings: CEO! Gojo Satoru x Florist! Reader ; Lawyer! Naoya Zenin x Florist! Reader

Summary: The worst and best thing that could ever happen to you is falling in love. You were living proof of it. (based on “It Ends With Us”)

| Masterlist |

[ WARING TAGS: Modern!AU, no curse magic,, hurt/comfort, angst, domestic violence, violence, assault, sexual content, manipulation, gaslighting, blood, swearing ]

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You were six the first time you saw it happen. You were ten when you first understood what it meant. You were fifteen when you first begged your mom with tears to leave him. You were eighteen when you decided to leave them.

And now here you were at twenty-five staring at your childhood bedroom , trying your best to not look at any of the family portraits that adorned the walls.

This was no happy home. You wouldn’t even call it a home to begin with. Not when the halls had echoed your mother’s terrified screeches as the walls tainted red. Not as your father’s fist painted your mother’s porcelain skin yellow, purple, red and green. How you hated those colors and despised this place.

You couldn’t wait to leave once again.

“It’s nice to have you back, honey”

You sighed. Your mother’s voice was as always soft and sweet; you hated how soft it sounded, as if she expected to get hit if she were to be louder.

Your eyes glanced around before stopping on an old music box, one a certain crystal blue-eyed boy had given you once upon a time. A small smile faintly appears on your face as you gaze at it, before being wiped off by the rest of your memories.

Clearing your throat, you turn towards your mother with a steady gaze. She smiled at you softly.

And you hated it. You hated that you remember how she had chosen him over you, again and again. You hated how you had begged, even gotten on your knees, for her to leave with you.

You hated that no matter how many times she chose him, he never stopped the cracks from deepening.

“Have you decided on what to say?” She asks slowly, “You could just recall a memory… maybe just state three things that he ever did to make you smile or…”

“Mom” you interrupted her, hating how as she spoke images of her being brutally hurt appeared in her mind, “I’ll figure it out”

She doesn’t seem convinced, but she still nods.

Sighing, you turn to look out your window straight at the three-story mansion in front of your own. Memories of joyous laughter and snow white hair.

Closing your eyes, you turn around. You had a funeral to get ready for and an eulogy to lie in.

The flowers on the roof of your building had always been your home away from home. Especially when you didn’t actually have somewhere that felt as home yet. You had lost that a long time ago.

You keep on cutting off the dead limbs, lost in your thoughts, when the door snaps open loudly and a crash startle you.

Turning around you are met with the sight of a blond man in a suit panting over a broken empty flower pot. You would’ve already screamed at him about the mess if it wasn’t for the tears streaming down his face.

He turns, eyes meeting yours. E/C meeting brown. His pants slow down and what appears to be shame shines through his face.

“I-I’ll pay for it”

“Seems like it was asking for it so no worries” you joke trying to make him feel at ease.

Why? You’re not sure. There was just something about seeing someone so powerful looking being vulnerable that made you sympathize.

He lets out a giant laugh full of relief and you find yourself smiling at it.

“You did all this?” He points at the many flowers al over the roof.

You nod, “Yeah, it’s my hobby… although maybe you could consider it my job too?”

“Huh? Really?”

“Hopefully, yeah” you nod, continuing your job, “You?”

“I’m, uh, a layer”

“A lawyer?” You ask ironically. He didn’t seem that confident to be one.

“I don’t look the part?”

“Not really”

He laughs again, louder this time, and you find yourself smiling. Again.

When was the last time you had smiled?

“You don’t look like a florist either”

“Makes sense, I didn’t actually study to become one” you smirk, “I just decided to become it”

“What did you study then?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?”

He smiles, “Actually, I would. Along with your name”

“Sorry, I’m married”

His face pales, “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean any—”

Your laughter interrupts him. A loud and melodic one. One you hadn’t heard yourself let out in a long time.

It felt… warm.

“You… you’re messing with me���

“I am” your laugh faints, but the smile remains, “Was that too much?”

“When it caused that laugh? Not at all”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Y/N” you say softly, “That’s my name”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” he smiles, “I’m Naoya”

You nod at him before turning your attention to your flowers once more, trying to ignore the way your heart had started to increase the rhythm of its beat. You weren’t gonna acknowledge it.

“Why flowers?” He clears his throat, “I mean… you said you chose it so, why?”

“Why not? There’s q certain beauty in them, a familiarity, don’t you think so?”

“Familiarity?”

They’re just like us. When loved, they bloom. When hurt, they rot.

I wanted to say that, yet couldn’t. I had only ever said that to one person before and it felt like a betrayal to say it to somebody else, as insignificant as it seemed.

“Think about it, okay?” You settle for, smiling, “Promise you’ll figure it out”

He laughs faintly, “I take it, because it means we’ll meet again, right?”

“I don’t know about that…”

“You live here, am I wrong? I live here too! It’s meant to be”

You frown with a smile, “Is that your best way to flirt?”

“Only if it’s working”

You shake your head, laughing, “With those looks I thought you were a womanizer but now…”

“Hey! With this looks, what else would I need?”

Both of you share a laugh, a happy one, and for a minute you forget he came here banging doors and breaking pots; you forget you had been cutting dead limbs from flowers hoping it’d cut the ones inside you too.

But reality always sets in and your smile disappears.

He had been violent. Whatever his reason might be, even if it was one that could be understood, sirens loudly came to life inside your head making you move around, you were uncomfortable.

“Anyways… I know I said it probably was asking for it but what exactly did the flower pot do?”

You hate how your voice soften at the start, so you toughen it up by the end. The last thing you ever wanted was to be like your mom.

You’d never be like her.

“Honestly… it wasn’t the pot’s fault. Sadly, it was just collateral damage” he sighs, “I… uh… something happened. It’s kinda personal”

“Oh. Sorry. I-uh… too invasive. I apologize”

“No, no, it’s okay. Understandable. I…” he sighs, “I had this case, kinda can’t talk about it you know, but… it was a tough one. My client was a kid… and I lost”

“Oh”

“Yeah, oh” he laughs bitterly, “My client is a kid that I promised I’d help, that I’d save, and I didn’t. I failed them”

“I’m so sorry” you sigh, “That’s… a good enough reason for the pot’s short lifespan”

He smiles faintly.

You sigh, averting your eyes and playing with your fingers nervously.

“My dad died this past weekend” you blurt out, “Seems like it’s been a shitty last few days”

“Seems like it”

“Kind of a pretty deep conversation for two strangers to have on a roof, don’t you agree?”

“You’re not a stranger” his eyes soften, “You are Y/N, flower enthusiast, trickster, owner of the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen”

Thump. Thump. Thump.

You remind yourself to breathe as you let out an embarrassed laugh, averting your gaze from his soft one. Could your heart calm down? This was not the moment for a crush.

“Since we’re already spilling our dirty little secrets… how about a night of naked truths?”

“Naked truths?”

You hum, nodding, “I wouldn’t mind some company as I finish tending to my flowers and you seem like the last thing you need right now is being alone”

“Probably true. How’d you know I’m alone though?”

“Because we all tend to run to the person that makes us feel accompanied when we’re struggling… yet you’re on the roof, alone. Hitting doors and breaking pots”

“You’re also on the roof in a moment of struggle” he reminds you softly, his eyes filling with understanding.

“Again: I wouldn’t mind some company”

He nods, silently sitting down beside you on the floor and watching you as you tend your plants with care.

“Naked truths?” He reminds you softly.

You nod, “The odds of us ever seeing each other again are low, so it doesn’t matter”

“Kind of like a therapy session?”

“Zero judgement, all humor” you give him a small smile, “Wanna go first?”

“Today’s case… I watched a little boy’s life crumbled before his eyes when I failed him, making him go back to the hell he has lived with his father” he sighs, averting his gaze that had darken, “He’ll never be the same again and now he won’t even find a reason in asking for help”

“I’m sorry about that” you let out a deep breath, “Maybe he’ll figure out a way”

“Maybe… he shouldn’t have to though”

He was right. No kid should ever find a way to survive the hell they’ve been given. A kid should only ever be a kid.

“Your turn”

“I…”

He had been honest. He had been vulnerable. He deserved the same treatment.

“I’m a liar” you blurt out, “I’ve had to be since my father was a politician. But I shouldn’t have had to be it to the degree he made me be it. He… my mother and him fought a lot. And he would get so… so angry whenever they did that some-sometimes he would h-hit her. He’d apologize after. Taking us out, buying her expensive gifts. He knew I hated it when they fought so he’d buy me toys, to make up for it I guess. I didn’t really understand what him hitting her actually was, I was a kid. So… so-sometime-”

Your voice fails you, making you clear your throat as you find yourself admitting this out loud for the first time in years. Your saliva tasted like acid inside your mouth as you tried to find your voice once again.

Naoya waits patiently. Not making a sound and letting you collect yourself calmly.

“Sometimes I… I would find myself hoping they’d fight. Because I knew that if he h-hit her, the next two weeks would be… amazing” had I ever actually ever admitted this out loud?, “I wish he had never touched her. When I understood pain, I wished he’d stop but it was too late. It had become part of their marriage, like a silent norm in our house. So I let them be… I now know that letting it happen, never saying anything, makes me as guilty as him. As a daughter I have love for him, but as a person? I hate him. I have spent most of my life despising him for being such a bad person, but… I’m just as bad. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, am I right?”

“No”

The answer is immediate, making you freeze.

His hand stops your fumbling one, warming it on his own as if giving it a home. His gaze is determined, soft.

You couldn’t breathe.

“You’re not a bad person. I don’t think there’s really a thing as bad people” he squeezes my hand, “We’re just… people who sometimes do bad things. We’re humans, it’s inevitable”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. Was I gonna agree with him just to stop the conversation? Was I gonna try to convince him that I’m bad? What exactly was I gonna say?

People who sometimes do bad things.

You felt yourself lighter after his words, as if the weight pulling you down and making it hard for you to breathe had slightly lifted.

No one is exclusively bad, he was right. Some people just have it harder to be good.

And that’s okay. You just gotta keep trying.

“Your turn”

He looks ready to disagree, but relents anyway.

“I don’t remember my mom” he confesses, “Dad and her divorced when I was four I think. He never let me see her once he won custody… and she didn’t try to either”

“You wish she had tried?”

“When I was a kid” he shrugs, “Not anymore. She made her choice, and now I choose not to wait for someone who didn’t want me”

“What if she wanted but just… couldn’t?”

He scoffs, “Your turn”

The bitterness in his voice stings, but you know it’s not directed at you.

You squeeze his hand trying to give him at least a little of the comfort he gave you moments ago. He smiles faintly.

“I have only ever fallen in love once” you admit, “His name was Satoru, he lived in the house in front of me. I lost my virginity with him until my dad found us and kick him out. Never saw him again after”

“Satoru?” He frowns, “Not a common name”

“Yeah, it isn’t”

“Kinda jealous right now” you frown, “He must have been a hell of a guy if you haven’t dated since”

You remember the blood and its metallic smell. How your throat hurt as you screamed for him to stop. How tears fell down your cheeks as you try to break them up, only to be pushed back. You feared he’d kill him.

“He was” you state softly, “It just couldn’t… we just had to stop seeing each other”

“Had to?”

“Yeah. Had to”

The confession tastes like the metallic smell imprinted in your mind, making it hard to swallow.

He stays silent for a moment.

“Now I really am jealous” he smiles, making you laugh, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and you’re telling me you’ve only had one boyfriend? And he’s the one that got away?”

“Are you quoting a Katy Perry song?”

“Unimportant”

You laugh out loud. The screams that had muted the surrounding traffic sound quiet down, and the metallic taste disappears.

The one that got a way, you repeat to yourself. Yeah. Satoru definitely was that.

“What are you doing?”

You had been watching quietly so far but you just couldn’t anymore. Why did the heir of Gojo Enterprises look as if he was running away?

“Mind your own business”

“I actually am. You just stomped on my flowers before falling on your face as you ran without looking ahead” you scoff, “Now spill”

He sighs, looking towards his house before scoffing.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Satoru Gojo…? Only heir of the Gojo family, one of the top ten families in the whole country” you recite without a care, “Why does that even matter?”

“You forgot ‘illegitimate son’, princess” he rolls his eyes, “My mom was a maid who Mr. Gojo fucked because he pleased. So I’m leaving”

“Wh-wait! Leaving? Where?” You stop him, “You can’t leave”

“I can and I will”

“Where will you go? Do you even know what leaving on the streets will be like?” You scoff and cross your arms, “You won’t survive, not after living in that place”

“Until I was six, I lived in that place’s basement and was treated as a rat. I think the streets will be fine”

“But you can’t—”

“We’ve been neighbors all our lives and you’ve never once looked at me” he scoffs, “Don’t look at me now”

He turns around as he rolls his eyes, looking ready to ignore whatever else you tried to convince him to not leave home. But you’d never understand what a hell that house was and had always been, not when you had the picture perfect family.

“STAY HERE” you yelled in panic, freezing him on the spot, “We have a small house in our backyard, originally for the house’s help. It’s unoccupied, so you can stay there. Free of charge”

“Why?”

“Cause you look seem like someone who has had many doors closed in his face” you shrugs, averting your gaze shyly, “I want to show you there are others who’ll open it for you”

“Hey” you snap out of your memory from when you where fifteen, “You good? Lost you for a second”

“I’m fine” your voice is softer now, a hint of melancholy in it.

Why had you remembered that right now? Hadn’t that wound already healed?

“It’s gotten late. I-I should go”

You stand up, your head a mess, but his hand in yours stops you. His gaze is curious and slightly desperate.

“Will I see you again?”

“No”

“That stings”

“I’m just honest” you sigh, “That’s how it works”

“I don’t believe it is” he smiles, “So, see you next time, Y/N”

You had indeed seen him again, as if by destiny. He was apparently family of your new part-time worker, Maki. And apparently he knew your best friend, Utahime, whom had help you open your flower shop, Camellia Carnation.

It had taken you back to see him with Utahime, but you had acted indifferent. Then, he had been your first client ever and had buy the bouquet for you. Maki warned him you were off limits.

So you agreed to be friends.

Yet he was always there, and your heart kept on taking his side. One misstep and you found yourself falling.

You hadn’t meant to fall, not after Satoru. But at some point he smiled and you knew it was game over. Suddenly, he had sunk beneath your bones and nurtured this deep familiarity into a love so fierce that you believed this was it, that he was it. After all the pain, and the healing, and the heartbreak, Naoya was it.

Maki said he didn’t date, that he just played around. Naoya himself admitted it to.

Yet he begged you to try with him.

And holy crap were you glad you said yes. When was the last time you had been this happy? Dancing around the kitchen with only the refrigerator light? Playing board games in your bed? Laughing until the sun rose?

You gave him your all and he reciprocated it.

It only made sense that he met your mother when she came to visit you, even when you were a little hesitant about it. He was excited, you wouldn’t stop it.

You hadn’t expected to be frozen in your seat, barely registering what your mom was saying as you both waited for Naoya to come back from the restroom. How could you focus when you had just met your favorite set of crystal blue eyes?

You thought you had it wrong. You had to.

But nothing could compare to those eyes. White hair? People dyed it all the time. Pale skin? No beaches around. But his eyes? No one could even imagine coming close to their unique blue.

It has been years since you saw him, but you’ll never forget what he looked like. It had to be him. You know it was and you believe he recognized you, too, because the second your eyes met… it looked like he’d seen a ghost.

You felt breathless.

It was as if in this moment your soul was whispering to your heart excitedly about him. It was like a gravitational pull, like as if all the universes and all the galaxies were conspiring in his favor.

Snap out of it, you screamed in your head.

Why were you looking at him like that? You couldn’t. You didn’t know him, not anymore at least.

And yet…

You found yourself in the restroom’s, hoping he had recognized you and maybe decided to follow you.

What were you doing? He had left you behind, months before graduating, without a goodbye. He had probably gone to the marines to escape his father… but he had been so well dressed he probably had ended up doing as he was told.

You needed to compose yourself.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the door opening behind you. The Baby Breath flower tattoo in your collarbone burning as you meet his gaze, both of you breathless.

He looked healthy. There were so many emotions going through you at the moment but that was what stuck. You were happy he was healthy.

So why did it sting that he never came back for you? That he never looked for you?

“Y/N”

He’s standing at the end of the hallway like a ghost straight out of the past. He’s real, and he’s standing right in front of you.

“Toru”

He smiled and you swore your heart stopped.

“I’m going to make a promise to you. I’ll get out of my father’s cage and make a life of my own. When my life is good enough to deserve you in it, I’ll come find you. But don’t wait for me, okay? It may not happen”

He blows out a quick breath of relief and then takes three huge steps forward. You find yourself doing the same. Meeting in the middle and throwing your arms around each other.

“Holy shit” he breathes, tightening his embrace.

You nod, “Yeah. Holy shit”

He puts his hands on your shoulders and takes a step back to look at you.

“You haven’t change a thing”

Covering your mouth with your hand, still in shock, you give him a once-over. His face looks the same, but he’s no longer the scrawny teenager you remember.

“I can’t say the same for you”

He laughed, “Six years in the military will do that, definitely”

You’re in shock, and so is he, so nothing is said after that. You’re both too busy taking each other in to figure out what to say next. Laughing with disbelief.

Finally, he releases your shoulders and folds his arms over his chest.

“What are you doing here?”

He didn’t remember. You didn’t know if you were disappointed or relieved.

“I live here,” you say, forcing your answer to sound as casual as his question, “I own a flower shop over on Park Plaza”

He smiles knowingly, like it doesn’t at all surprise him.

You glance toward the door, knowing you should get back out there. He notices and then takes another step back. He holds your gaze for a moment, it gets really quiet. Way too quiet.

There’s so much you both have to say but where to start? The smile leaves his eyes for a moment and then he motions toward the door.

“You should probably get back to your company”, he says, “I’ll look you up sometime. You said Park Plaza, right?”

I nod. He nods.

And then you both parted ways.

The rest of your dinner was uneventful. Your gaze sometimes strayed to where Satoru sat surrounded by men in business attire, but came back to Naoya whenever he made your mom laugh.

Naoya is the perfect gentleman. Making your mom laugh, listening to her stories, paying for dinner, insisting on walking her to her car.

So why did you kept glancing at Satoru throughout the night?

“I ordered an Uber so we have approximately…” he checks his phone, “two minutes to make out”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. Smiling softly as you feel him kiss your neck lovingly, followed by your cheek.

“Ugh, how I wish I could invite myself over to your apartment, but my client wouldn’t be too happy with me if I did”

You giggle before kissing him back. Relief and disappointment coursing through you at his words.

Why was there relief?

“Grand opening soon, so I need to rest too” you remind him, “When’s your next day off?”

“Never. When’s yours?”

“Never”

You both laugh again, making out a little more before his Uber arrives and he has to leave. You watch until it pulls out of the parking lot.

Why did everything feel so right with him?

You smiled and turned around towards your car, but gasped as soon as your gaze met his covered one.

What the hell was Satoru doing standing at the rear of your car?

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you”

His voice is low, as if tired. You force yourself to not dwell on the motive.

“Well, you did” you lean against the car, three feet away from him.

“Who’s the lucky guy?”

Your eyes widen as you turn to him, but his gaze is set on the road. You clear your throat.

“He’s…” your voice falters. This is weird. Your chest is still constricted and your stomach is flipping, “His name is Naoya. We met about a year ago.”

You force yourself not to wince at the truth once it came out. Maybe you shouldn’t have said you met that long ago. It sounded as if you were in an official long term relationship while you were just… courting each other?

“What about you? Girlfriend? Wife?”

Why were you asking that? Were you genuinely curious or…?

“Girlfriend. Her name is Mei Mei. We’ve been together almost a year now”

Heartburn. You believe you were having a heartburn. You place your hand in your chest.

A year?

“That’s good. You seem happy”

Did he seem happy? You had no clue. You just had to say something. Anything.

“Yeah. Well… I’m really glad I got to see you, Y/N” he turns around to walk away, but then spins and faces you again, his hands shoved in his back pockets, “I will say… I kind of wish this could have happened a year ago”

You wince at his words, trying not to let them get to you. Watching him as he turns and walks back to the restaurant.

Fumbling with your keys, you hit the button to unlock your car and slide in, shutting the door behind you loudly. You grip the steering wheel until your knuckles turn white. You feel a sting on your lower lip as you bite it.

For whatever reason, a tear falls down your cheek. You feel pathetic as you carelessly wipe it before starting your car.

Why were you feeling this much hurt after seeing him?

But it’s good. This happened for a reason. Your heart needed closure so that you could give it to Naoya. Maybe you couldn’t have done that until this happened.

This was good…

Yet you kept on crying.

But it’ll feel better. It’ll be better. This was just human nature, healing an old wound to prepare for a fresh new layer.

Nothing else.

“Knock, knock” you smile, opening the door with a tray in your hands full of food.

Satoru is sleeping on the couch in the help’s house living room and your gaze softens as you see the usual frown you’ve become used to missing.

He is different than you thought.

At school he was all smiles and laughter. But that was just a mask. This was the real him, the human him. One that had a lot of baggage and was slowly trying to get rid of it.

Sighing, you put the tray in the table and move closer to him, kneeling in front of the couch where he is laying.

“Psst… Satoru… wake up”

He frowns and moves slightly, which makes you giggle softly. Was he pouting?

“Come on. Mom and dad left so I brought you breakfast” his eyes open slightly, “I made sure to bring also a piece of strawberry cheesecake”

That makes him sit up quickly. You giggle and shake your head in amusement. You had learned in the last few weeks of him living with you of his sweet tooth, it was adorable.

Except something look out of place.

His usual pale skin was red. And the house had AC so he shouldn’t be sweating that much. Also, why were his eyes bloodshot?

Worried you make your palm touch his forehead, frowning as you feel how hot it feels against your skin. You wanted to call my mother, but how would you explain the situation? What could you do?

He must’ve seen how worried you were, cause he smiled softly at me.

“I’m okay, Y/N”

Your frowned deepened. Without a word you stood up, crossing your backyard to go inside your house and look for some medicine in the cabinet. There was some flu medicine, you weren’t sure if it’d work but you needed to try. Then, you went to the kitchen and made him some ginger tea, which should help if he’s got a sour throat.

When you came back he was curled up in a ball, shivering slightly.

“Seriously, I’m fine”

“Shut up” you scoff, handing him the mug, “Drink the tea, I’ll look for a blanket”

You did as you said and he did as told. After the tea you made him drink the medicine you brought him, and then you help him eat the breakfast you prepared for him.

Throughout it all he watched you with an intense gaze that you didn’t understand, but didn’t mind either.

“Y/N… I think I wanna throw up”

You stop wetting the towels you were preparing for him, jumping to grab the trash can and kneeling down in front of him.

As soon as you set it down, Satoru hunched over it and started throwing up.

You felt your chest tighten. You didn’t want to pity him, but you kinda did. Whatever his home situation had been like, he preferred having no home to call his own and no parents to take care of him than keep on living there. Even when he was this sick.

He only had you now. And you had no clue on how to help him.

After he finished throwing up, you help him drink some water and help him brush his teeth before putting him to bed. He pouted and whined like a child, but you weren’t having any of that.

He was shaking so bad and sweating like crazy from the heat his body expelled, the thought of leaving him alone scared you.

So you didn’t.

You laid down next to him, not minding the possibility of getting sick, and every hour for the next ten hours that he continued to get sick you stayed by his side. You kept on emptying the trash can, wiping his sweat, changing his sheets, wetting his towels, making him soup and helping him eat. You didn’t even think about how gross it was.

He needed you, and you were not fucking failing him.

By the time he regained a little bit of his strength, you were exhausted. You sent him to take a shower and closed your eyes for a little bit.

Why were you so worried about him?

You sighed, too tired to think of an answer. What you did know is that you did care about him, and there was no changing that now.

When he finished showering, you made him seat next to you and covered him up with the blanket, leaning into him slightly as you felt yourself becoming sleepy.

“You should rest” he whispers, “You’ve been taking care of me all day”

“I’m not tired”

“Don’t be stubborn” he coughs, “Just sleep for ten minutes. Please?”

He never said please. You doubted the word was even in his vocabulary, yet he just said it so you would consider resting.

Silently, you close your eyes.

A few minutes later, you felt him lean over a little and press his lips against your collarbone, right between your shoulder and your neck. You stop yourself from shivering as you become breathless. It was a quick kiss. Not even one you could consider as romantic in any way, more like a thank-you kiss.

But it made you feel all kinds of things.

Even when it had already been a few hours since you left him, as you lay awake on your bed, you kept touching that spot with your fingers because you could still feel it.

It was probably one of the worst day of his life. But it had been one of your best.

The next couple of weeks things started changing between you and Satoru. Something had shifted in your dynamic.

Now you held hands. Now you slept some nights in the same bed. Now you both seek the warmth that came from the other. It made you wonder if he still saw you as a naive fifteen year old. He was just two years older, it shouldn’t make that much of a difference right?

You were currently both watching Finding Nemo in the main house’s living room. The part came up where Nemo’s father, Merlin, was looking for Nemo but feeling really defeated and Dory said: ‘When life gets you down do you wanna know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming’.

“Just keep swimming” you whisper to yourself, turning to face him with a soft smile as you grab and squeeze his hand, “Just keep swimming”

You wanted to be the one that helped him swim until he finally got to surface, until he finally could breathe again.

You both were now facing each other and he had a strange look in his eyes.

“When do you turn sixteen?”

“That’s a random question” you softly laughed, “In two more months… when do you turn eighteen?”

“Not until December” he said.

You nodded, wondering if he still saw you as a kid… and if he could ever see you as more.

Maybe when two people are fifteen and seventeen, it might seem a little too far apart. But once you turned sixteen, who would see the difference?

“I need to tell you something”, he said.

You lost your breath. Heart beating fast. Were you maybe too hopeful right now?

“I got in touch with my uncle today. My mom used to live with him in Boston. He told me once he gets back from his work trip I can stay with him”

Oh.

This was good news. This should make you happy. He’d have a home, a family. He’d be okay. So why weren’t you? Why were you feeling sorry for yourself?

“Are you going?” you asked, begging the universe your voice didn’t shake.

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I wanted to talk to you about it first.”

He was so close to you on the couch, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath. He smelled like mint.

You started fiddling with your hands, hoping to shake off the negative feelings surfacing.

“I don’t know what to say” you clear your throat, “I’m happy you have a safe place to stay, but what about school?”

A stupid excuse, but it was something.

“I could finish down there”, he said.

Oh.

He had already made up his mind, hadn’t he? You knew because he had this certain light in his eyes, a light you thought had extinguished.

Who were you to try to stop it from shining?

“When are you leaving?”

The words fled like acid in your throat.

You wondered how far away Boston is. It’s probably a few hours, but that’s a whole world away when you don’t own a car.

“I don’t know for sure that I am.”

“What’s stopping you? Your uncle is offering you a place to stay. That’s good, right?”

He tightened his lips together and nodded. Then he stop your fiddling hands, grabbing them on his own and playing with your fingers. He leaned back and then he did something you weren’t expecting. He moved his fingers to your lips and he touched them.

You felt like dying. How was it possible to feel so much at once? You had to be dying.

He kept his fingers there for a few seconds, and he said, “Thank you, Lily. For everything”

He moved his fingers up and through your hair, and then he leaned forward and planted a kiss on your forehead. Were you even breathing at this point? He looked down at me and you watched as his eyes went right to your mouth.

“Have you ever been kissed, Y/N?”

You shook your head no and tilted your face up to his because you needed him to change that right then and there or you weren’t gonna be able to breathe.

Then, too slow for your liking, he lowered his mouth to yours and just rested it there. You didn’t know what to do next, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if you just stayed like that all night and never even moved your mouths, it was everything.

His lips closed over yours and you could kind of feel his hand shaking. You did what he was doing and started to move your lips like he was, although a little weird at first. You felt the tip of his tongue brush across your lips once and you thought your eyes were about to roll back in your head. He did it again, and then a third time, so you finally did it, too. When your tongues touched for the first time, you kind of smiled a little, because you had thought about your first kiss a lot. Where it would be, who it would be with. Never in a million years did you imagine it would feel like this.

He pushed you on your back and pressed his hand against your cheek and kept kissing you. It just got better and better as you grew more comfortable. Your favorite moment was when he pulled back for a second and looked down at you, then came back even harder.

You don’t know how long you kissed. A long time. So long, your mouth started to hurt and your eyes couldn’t stay open. By the time you both were too tired to open your eyes, you could still feels his lips ghosting over yours.

“You’re my favorite person”, you whisper, sleep overcoming you slowly.

“Out of how many people?”

His voice sounded alive for some reason. You didn’t dwell on it, too tired to try to open your eyes and see the look on his face.

“All of them”

His arms around you tighten, a small kiss being delivered to the side of your lip.

“You’re my favorite person too, Y/N. By a long shot”

You had to stop remembering the past. Especially now that you had a beautiful present paired with a future to look forward to. Naoya was perfect. He was everything you had wanted when you were a child.

Your chapter with Satoru was over. He was happy now.

You were happy now.

Time can definitely heal all wounds. Or at least most of them.

Life kept going and you buried any thought of Satoru that had come to mind. Things with Naoya became official and you felt on cloud nine every second you spent in his presence.

Especially after having sex. It was a hell of a ride.

You excitedly walked around your flower shop, humming a song under your breath and ignoring the weird looks Utahime and Maki are giving you.

Naoya had just called to say he was taking the day off for you. You had every right to feel giddy.

“Please tell me you’re being safe”

Your roll your eyes at Utahime as Maki fakes puking.

“Please, don’t”, Maki groans, “Still underage here”

“Both of you shush it” you laugh, “Utahime make sure to close. Maki get home safe. I got a dinner to make”

By the time you hear the door open you’re almost finished preparing the casserole mixture. You pour it into the glass pan and don’t turn around when you hear him walk into the kitchen.

You squeal when you feel the sting on your right butt cheek.

“Did you just slap my ass?”

“Don’t blame me, who wouldn’t want to smack that ass?”

You laugh. He raised the wine bottles in his hands with a grin, “It’s vintage”

Vintage,” I say with mock impression. “What’s the special occasion?”

He hands you a glass and says, “I have a smoking hot girlfriend and I have one of the most important trials of my life in a few days”

“What kind of trial?”

You both finish your glasses of wine and he pours you more.

“One that’s gonna be televised around the whole country. Career changing” he says, “A doctor that abused most of his female patients while anesthetized. Gotta put the bastard in jail”

Was it wrong to be turned on by your boyfriend putting trash men in jail?

“How long do you think it’ll take?”, you ask.

“Well, he had more than a hundred victims so… make three days trial if we keep it short”

You hated that people like that existed, but it made you like him more how hard he fought to get rid of them.

He chugs his wine then, “I’m gonna take a shower. Be right back”

He kissed your cheek swiftly before getting out of the kitchen.

You drink more of your wine.

He was on top of her.

They were on the couch and he had his hand around her throat, but his other hand was pulling up her dress. She was trying to fight him off and you just stood there, frozen. She kept begging him to get off her and then he hit her right across the face and told her to shut up.

You’ll never forget his words when he said, “You want attention? I’ll give you some fucking attention”

And that’s when she got real still and stopped fighting him. You heard her crying.

“Please be quiet. Y/N is here”, she sobbed, “Please be quiet”

Please be quiet while you rape me.

Was it possible for a person to feel this much hate? You walked straight to the kitchen and opened the drawer. It was like you weren’t in your own body. You grabbed the biggest knife you could find.

You weren’t planning to used it. You just wanted something that could scare him. But before you could make it out of the kitchen, two arms went around your waist and picked you up from behind. You dropped the know, but your father didn’t heart it. Your mother did.

You locked eyes with her as Satoru carried you back to your bedroom.

When you were back inside my room, you just started hitting him in the chest, trying to get back out there to her. You were crying (when had you started crying?) and doing everything you could to get him out of your way, but he wouldn’t move.

He just wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Y/N, calm down”, he kept saying over and over.

He held you there for a long time until you accepted that he wasn’t gonna let you go back out there. He wasn’t gonna let you have that knife.

He walked over to the bed and grabbed his jacket and started putting on his shoes.

“We’ll go to the help’s house. We’ll call the police”

The police.

Your mother had warned you not to call the police in the past. She said it could jeopardize your father’s career. But in all honesty, you didn’t care at that point. The only thing you cared about was helping your mother, so you pulled on your jacket and went to the closet for a pair of shoes. When you stepped out of your closet, Satoru was staring at your bedroom door.

It was opening.

Your mother stepped inside and quickly shut it, locking it behind her. You’ll never forget what she looked like. She had blood coming down from her lip. Her eye was already starting to swell, and she had a clump of hair just resting on her shoulder. She looked at Satoru and then at you.

You didn’t even take a moment to feel scared that she had caught you in your room with a boy. You didn’t care about that. You were just worried about her.

You walked over to her and grabbed her hands and walked her to your bed. You brushed the hair off her shoulder and then from her forehead.

“He’s gonna go call the police, mom. Okay?”

Her eyes grew real wide and she started shaking her head.

“No” she said, “You can’t. No”

Satoru was already at your window about to leave, but he stopped and looked at you.

“He’s drunk, Y/N” she said, “He heard your door shut, so he went to our bedroom. He stopped. If you call the police, it’ll just make it worse, believe me. Just let him sleep it off, it’ll be better tomorrow”

But it wouldn’t. It hadn’t been in all these years. This had to be the final straw.

You shook your head and could feel the tears stinging your eyes, “Mom, he was trying to rape you!”

She ducked her head and winced when you said that.

“It’s not like that” she shook her head, “We’re married. And sometimes marriages is… you’re too young to understand”

It got really quiet for a minute.

“I hope to hell I never understand”

That’s when she started to cry. She just held her head in her hands and she started to sob and all you could do was wrap your arms around her and cry with her. You had never seen her this upset. Or this hurt. Or this scared. It broke your heart.

It broke you.

You chug the wine in your hand and pour yourself some more. Tonight was a happy day, a good one. Why were you thinking about that?

You’re on your fourth or fifth glass of wine when Naoya comes back.

“We have dinner reservations tomorrow with Utahime and Maki to celebrate your flower shop” he pours himself another glass, “We’re going to the restaurant we went with your mom. Dory was it called?”

Your heart sinks down your chest.

It’d be impossible to meet Satoru there again, right? It had been a coincidence. Boston was too big to find each other again… right?

“I don’t want to go back there. I didn’t like it. Let’s try something new”

“You’ll be fine,” he says, “Maki is excited to eat there, I told her all about it and for once she didn’t roll her eyes at me”

What are the odds of meeting again at that same place? Maybe you should just let it be.

“Speaking of food, I’m starving”

The casserole!

“Oh shit!” You say, laughing. You were definitely tipsy.

Naoya rushes to the kitchen and you stand up and follow him in there. You walk in just as he pulls the oven door open and waves away the smoke. Ruined.

You got dizzy all of a sudden from standing up too fast after having that many glasses of wine. So you grabbed the counter beside him to steady yourself, just as he reached in to pull the burnt casserole out.

“Wait, Naoya! You need a…”

“Shit!” he yells.

“Pot holder”

The casserole falls from his hand and lands on the floor, shattering everywhere. You lift up your feet to avoid broken glass and mushroom chicken splatter. You start laughing as soon as you realize he didn’t even think to use a pot holder.

Must be the wine. It was a seriously strong wine.

He slams the oven shut and moves to the faucet, shoving his hand under the cold water, muttering curse words. You’re trying to suppress your laughter, but the wine and the ridiculousness of the last few seconds are making it hard. You look at the floor, at the mess you’re both about to have to clean up, and the laughter bursts from you. You’re still laughing as you lean over to get a look at Naoya’s hand.

You hope he didn’t hurt it too bad.

Suddenly you’re not laughing anymore. You’re on the floor, your hand pressed against the corner of your eye.

In a matter of one second, Naoya’s arm came out of nowhere and slammed against you, knocking you backwards. There was enough force behind it to know you off balance. When you lost your footing, you hit your face on one of the cabinet door handles as you came down.

Pain shoots through the corner of your eye, right near your temple.

And then you feel the weight.

Heaviness follows and it presses down on every part of you. So much gravity, pushing down on your emotions. Everything shatters.

Your tears, your heart, your laughter, your happiness, your soul. Shattered like broken glass raining down around you.

You wrap your arms over your head and try to wish away the last ten seconds.

Was that all it took for everything to shatter? Only ten seconds?

“Shit, Y/N” you hear him groan, “It’s not funny. It fucking hurts”

You don’t look up.

His voice doesn’t penetrate your body this time. It feels like it’s stabbing you now; that sharpness of his words coming at you like swords.

And then his hands are on your back, rubbing it.

“Y/N. Oh, shit, Y/N” he tries to pull your arms away from your head, but you refuse.

You shake your head. Begging for the last seconds to go away. Ten seconds. That’s all it took for a person to completely change everything about themselves.

Ten seconds that you’ll never get back.

He pulled you against him and started kissing the top of your head.

“I’m so sorry. I just… I burned my hand. I panicked. You were laughing and… I’m so sorry, it all happened so fast. I didn’t mean to push you, Y/N. I’m sorry”

But you couldn’t hear Naoya, you only heard your father.

“I’m sorry, Y/M/N. It was an accident. I’m so sorry”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. It was an accident. I’m so sorry”

You wanted him away from you.

Using every ounce of strength still in you, you pushed him away from you. He falls backward, onto his hands. His eyes are full of genuine sorrow, but then they’re full of something else.

Worry? Panic?

He slowly pulls up his right hand and it’s covered in blood. Blood is trickling out of his palm, down his wrist. You look at the floor, at the shattered pieces of glass from the casserole dish. His hand. You just pushed him onto glass.

He turns around and pulls himself up. He sticks his hand under the stream of water and starts rinsing away the blood. You stand up, shaking, just as he pulls a sliver of glass out of his palm and tosses it on the counter.

You’re full of so much anger, but somehow, concern for his hand still finds its way out. You grab a towel and shove it into his fist. There’s so much blood.

You try to help stop the bleeding, but you’re shaking too bad, “Naoya, your hand.”

He pulls the hand away and, with his good hand, he lifts my chin.

“Fuck the hand, Y/N. I don’t care about my hand. Are you okay?”

He’s looking back and forth between your eyes frantically as he assesses the cut on your face.

Your shoulders begin to shake and huge, hurt-filled tears spill down your cheeks.

“No” you’re sure he can hear your heart breaking with just that one word, because you can feel it in every part of you, “Oh my God. You pushed me, Naoya. You…”

The realization of what has just happened hurts worse than the actual action.

Naoya wraps his arm around your neck and desperately holds you against him, “I’m so sorry, Lily. God, I’m so sorry”, he buries his face against your hair, squeezing you with every emotion inside of him, “Please don’t hate me. Please”

His voice slowly starts to become his own voice again, and you feel it in your stomach, in your toes. He’s not even worried about his hand, which is still bleeding. That means something right?

There’s too much happening. The smoke, the wine, the broken glass, the food splattered everywhere, the blood, the anger, the apologies, it’s too much.

“I’m so sorry” he says again

You pull back and his eyes are red and you’ve never seen him look so sad.

“I panicked. I didn’t mean to push you away, I just panicked. All I could think about was my hand and… I’m so sorry”

He presses his mouth to your and breathes you in.

He’s not like your father. He can’t be. He’s nothing like that uncaring bastard.

You’re both upset and kissing and confused and sad. You’ve never felt anything like this moment, so ugly and painful. But somehow the only thing that eases the hurt just caused by this man is this man. Your tears are soothed by his sorrow, your emotions soothed with his mouth against yours, his hand gripping yours like he never wants to let go.

Naoya isn’t like your father. He’s nothing like him.

He can’t be.

part two [coming soon]

[thatlonelymushroom]

☼ Cabin 7 ~ Apollo Headcanons ☼

Credit to Viktoria Ridzel, she drew the image above :)

Word Count: 551

A/N: Hello- , so I found that writing headcanons is wayyyy easier then oneshots (For some reason idk) so I'll probably be writing more Cabin headcanons, and stuff. So yeah, also lmk if you would like a part 2 to this, because I have so much more ideas for apollo stuff. Anyway enjoy!

Every friday they hold karaoke nights

You cannot fight me on this.

Surprisingly Will always goes up to sing (Mainly because of his nagging siblings)

No matter if you’re a good singer, a meh singer, or a OMG MY EARS ARE DYING singer nobody will judge - that’s just their nature

Since Apollo is god of the sun, all Apollo kids wake up at the crack of dawn

Yes. The moment you can see even the slightest sliver of the sun- all his kids stir and wake up

(Probably not by choice- It just kind of happens.)

On that note, they all probably start to become really exhausted when the sun goes down…

Like sure they can TOTALLY stay up longer, it’s just more draining for them, and they have less energy

(Although there are some rare cases where if the Apollo kids stay near Hecate kids, or Hades kids etc. like gods/goddesses of night- then they’ll be able to stay awake longer.)

Also no matter what time it is, almost always- whenever you go to the archery range, you’ll find an Apollo kid getting all bullseyes.

Most Apollo kids are open to giving out free music lessons

In fact sometimes on the weekends they have this thing called “Note swap” Where they all take their instruments and swap them, teaching everybody a new instrument

(And when it  comes to music- Apollo kids are fast learners.)

On rare occasions, there is an Apollo kid who gets the gift of the plague, however, usually it’s not very strong- and they can only give people minor illnesses

Adding onto that, Apollo kids almost NEVER get sick. Although- when they do…. Be prepared..

Immediately the ENTIRE cabin gets sick, and oh gosh- it’s. The. Worst.

Tissues littering the cabin floor

Everybody with noses as red as rudolphs - irritated from blowing their nose so often

Most times the sickness gets so bad, that the cabin can barely speak- their throats are too incredibly sore to do so.

Usually, when this happens other campers have to volunteer to help out in the infirmary- because Will and the other healers are just too sick.

(When this type of sickness happens it affects everybody except apollo kids with the plague gift)

They just have a constant cold- but it never gets worse than sniffles

Also by some miracle, the sickness always seems to stay contained and inside the Apollo cabin, never infecting a different camper.

The cabin walls are almost always covered in posters with classics, Beatles, Queen, etc.

Although, a cabin favorite is most definitely Taylor Swift.

There is not a time where music is not playing in the cabin, even if it’s just instrumental- they always have something playing.

When they welcome new campers, they always have a kind of initiation to find what they’re best at

Will would show them around the infirmary

Austin would give them some instruments to try-

Kayla would show them archery

Etc. etc.

They would probably have a mini shrine to all the campers that passed away, leaving little offerings of candy and such

(When I say all the campers, I mean apollo campers)’

They would have photos of Micheal, and Lee

Will would probably talk to them once in a while :(

And overall it would just be really sweet

[mybedroomceilingsbored]

hey y'all!

you can call me Mouse! i'm a nerdy, artsy-craftsy, music-loving, socially awkward, incredibly enthusiastic GEEK.

i love chatting with people and making new friends, always feel free to shoot me an ask/dm :)

about me

☼ she/her pronouns are great! ☼ i'm a minor ☼ lesbian (or something like that) ☼ i'm a dancer! (ballet, pointe, modern, jazz, tap, and hip-hop) ☼ i play the piano, flute, and ukulele, and i'm learning trumpet ☼ i love hugs and physical touch ☼ i use a ton of pet names-lmk what you're comfortable with! ☼ pisces sun/moon, scorpio rising ☼ infp-t 2w3 (explanations linked, if you're curious) ☼ one (1) beach completed, on my way to becoming an Official Certified Ken (credit: my very dear @green-binder) ☼ i tend to forget things-please don't take anything i do/don't do personally! chances are it just slipped my mind. ☼ i love interacting with people, but i do sometimes burn out. sometimes i just don't have the energy to reply to something or continue a conversation, please don't take it personally!

not rlly doing chain mail atm, sorry!

i've got a funky lil tma sideblog @consumedbywhatlovesme if you're interested, hyperfixation still going STRONG 💪

things i love...

☼ cavetown!! ☼ the magnus archives ☼ coraline ☼ hozier ☼ plants/gardening ☼ ancient greek mythology and culture ☼ microbiology ☼ slime molds! ☼ mushrooms and other fungi ☼ stranger things ☼ pjo ☼ cats! ☼ good omens ☼ baking ☼ crochet/knitting ☼ long bike rides ☼ sketching and painting ☼ rainy days

... and people i love!

@15millionfireflies, @bleep-bloop-boo, @brains-out-rn, @ch3rry-t0mat0, @currently-becoming-potatoes, @dormienscattus,

@fairyycoffin, @forever-bi-panic, @galaxys-universe, @green-binder, @hugallurfriends,

@i-eat-so-much-grass, @joespookyregardinghappenenings, @margaret-the-duck, @marisolebio, @mossy-stormcloud,

@remithegayshoebill, @sad-girl-shit11, @sagaofa-dying-star, @scatteredraysofhope,

@small-giggle, @that-dam-heartstopper-fan, @the-chaotic-snek, @theladyofpaintedstars, @thestrawberryapologist,

@totheidiot, @trans-lobotomy, @urlocalsadkid-l, @wistfulenchantress, @yelenapines

comfort books...

☼ a psalm for the wild built, a prayer for the crown-shy, coraline, the electric kingdom, the song of achilles, truly devious, a wrinkle in time, inward, heartstopper, the secret garden, severance, they

... movies, tv, and podcasts...

☼ coraline, the magnus archives, heartstopper, spirited away, stranger things, good omens, various concert films, over the garden wall, gravity falls

... and foods

☼ hot cocoa, peach tea, lemon cookies, asparagus, fresh sourdough, grapefruit, chocolate chip cookie dough, berries of any kind

currently listening to

favorite artists

☼ cavetown, hozier, lizzy mcalpine, luz, wallows, girl in red, taylor swift, mother mother, billie eilish, david kushner, madilyn mei, coin, tv girl, fuvk, gregory alan isakov, mxmtoon, boygenius (+ solo work), hayd, maya hawke, pomme, the paper kites, novo amor

songs i try to live by

☼ talk to you (cavetown) ☼ hug all ur friends (cavetown) ☼ carry you (novo amor) ☼ words (gregory alan isakov) ☼ pancakes for dinner (lizzy mcalpine) ☼ let light be light (lizzy mcalpine) ☼ cold (novo amor) ☼ crooked the road (mon rovia)

please send me music recs!! i usually listen to indie pop, indie folk, and indie rock/modern rock, but i'm always happy to listen to something new :)

moodboard by my darling @wistfulenchantress <33

congrats on making it all the way to the end haha!!

have a beautiful day/night sweetheart, love ya :)

(dividers by @/saradika-graphics, their stuff is absolutely gorgeous)

[joonggphilia]

☼Vacation Getaway☼

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☼Pairing: sub! Lee Taeyeob (yoojung) X sub! male reader ☼Genre: smut ☼prompt: “I thought we got a room with two beds?” ☼CW: uhm sub on sub action…overstimulation implied, descriptive kissing! ☼a/n: bumping purses except the do fuck!!!! I love this man words cannot explainnnn

Read jaemmphilia’s version here!!

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“M/n! You don’t even know the room number. Room 803!” Yoojung exhaustedly called out behind you, as he was pushing the luggage cart. So much help you were. You quickly shoved the door open throwing your bags onto the floor and running onto the bed, jumping from one to the other…wait….the floor….only one bed. Your eyes widened at the space around you. You couldn’t help, but get a bit flustered as you turned to look at yoojung who was still out in the hall. “Hey tae, it’s only one bed.” You nervously chuckled as he walked past you to look at the room. His eyes widened and his cheeks got pink. “I thought we got a room with two beds? T-this is ok right…? We’ll be ok.” He slightly smiled. You could tell he didn’t mean it. Both of you always had tension, but that’s a story for another time…or is it?

You both laughed quietly, retreating back to your room after a nice night swim at the beach. It was super enjoyable spending quality time with your old friend, but you couldn’t help, but get anxious anytime he got close to you. Not to mention the way his ears flared up anytime you looked up at him. It was an undeniable tension. A tension that was ready to snap. “Well, I’m gonna get into bed. Sleep well.” You mumbled, climbing into bed as yoojung stepped into the bathroom with a nod. You tried to sleep, but you were so anxious about being in the same bed as him. The thought of his body next to yours. Temperature rising. The blanket slipping from your bodies. Fuck. Shuffling caught your attention, opening up your eyes slightly. You were met with Yoojungs dimly lit silhouette. He was beautiful. “M/n? Are you awake?” He whispered, peeking over his shoulder. You shyly nodded, perking up a bit. “I need help. I-I….m/n, I need you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He whispered, walking towards the bed. You pushed back against the headboard and rapidly nodded in agreement, words not being able to form. It was seriously happening. Yoojung crawled onto the bed, his towel coming loose, but neither of you minded as the distance between you was closed, and your lips were on each others. The kiss was sloppy, desperate, breathy, almost animalistic. Both of you whined, hands grasping for whatever was in reach. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders, while his tangled into your hair. You let him keep kissing you as the covers were removed. Both of you soon were exposed to the damp air. Yoojungs throbbing cock rubbed against your abdomen, causing him to release a high pitched moan, which was music to your ears at this point. Seeing this side of him was turning you on, causing you to whine into his mouth louder. “Please m/n. I’ve gotta be inside of you. Please. I need you. P-please.” He begged, his voice shaky and desperate. You nodded, light-headed and already fucked out from the make out alone. “M/n, I-it hurts please hurry.” Yoojung groaned, his hands prodding at his own red tip. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were bright. “Can I ride you?” You rasped out, sitting up slightly and looking him in the eyes. He nodded slowly, repositioning himself so that he sat down on the bed, resting on his elbows. He eyed you up and down, giving you permission to make a move. You immediately straddled him, wincing as you sank down onto his length. It was heavenly, his whines mixed with yours, the heat of the room, and the sensations from both ends. It was all around otherworldly. You yelped, bottoming out. It took you a moment before actually being able to move and down, but once you did so yoojung let out a hiss, his whines becoming whimpers, tears threatening to fall. Seeing him like that only made you move faster, your own tears spilling onto his stomach. He helplessly thrusted back into your hole, while reaching out for your dick, pumping you at the same pace of thrusts. Both of you were getting sloppier, louder, and even hotter as you got closer. You slammed your lips into his once more, sucking on his bottom lip to keep everything stimulated. Once, yoojung felt your tongue on his, it was game over, a shout leaving his mouth as he shoot his load up into your hole. The feeling of his seed was overwhelming, sending you over the edge just as fast. It was like everything ended just as fast as it started, as you collapsed onto yoojung. Your breaths fell in sync as you came down from the highs. It was nice…like this was meant to happen. “Can we book this room for a few more days.” You quietly whispered, before falling asleep on yoojung’s chest. You’d never sleep in separate beds ever again.

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[slowdive1994]

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[itsjustaninchident]

☼Daylight

A Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Warning/s: Implied abuse

Genre: Fluff <3

Summary: Lando takes you on a date and you said something that he's never heard from you.

Author's Notes: Tbh I'm on a hunt for a fluff lando fic but I couldn't find one (mostly because I've read all of it already) so I decided to make one! If you have recommendations (for tooth rooting fluff lando) SEND ME SOME<3 Also comments are v v much appreciated as I am only a starting writer on here 😭

Lando wasn't your first love, that's for sure but he always made you feel everything as if you've never felt it all before, as if you've never been in love, and he was the first and only all along. He always makes sure to make you feel that you're the best any time he gets and you couldn't ask for more.

Like now, he decided to invite you to a date. A picnic along the park, you remembered telling him about wanting to have a picnic date but you never expected that he will remember it. No amount of five-star michelin restaurant could top this because he prepared and planned it all by himself (with a helping hand from his best friend of course).

You're in a park near your apartment, he laid out a blanket on the ground, surrounded by fairy lights, and flowers looking as if it's from pinterest. As you go through the basket of the things he prepared, he's rumbling about how he managed to do all of this hearing Max's name slip out of his mouth makes you giggle. Imagining all of the possible scenarios of how he managed to convince his friend to help him.

The contents of the basket put you in a trance for a while, your heart swelling of so much happiness. Happiness because all of the little things you thought he never remembered were all there.

How you mentioned you wanted to read a book while eating sandwiches on a park? Check. How you said you wanted to paint by numbers while listening to music? Check. How you said you wanted to just lay down the grass (with picnic blanket on of course)? Check.

As he continued on talking of God knows what, you stared at him lovingly but he barely noticed it because he's busy muttering curses of how he convinced (forced) Max to help him up with all of this. You kissed him. At first he was shocked but then leaned in and gave back the kiss with much passion if not more than you did. I love you amazement was an understatement, he stared at you with equal passion your gaze gave him. You were scared, was it to early to say that? Is this the part were he'll say sorry and tell you he's not that into you as you are to him? Or maybe he'll just simply lea—

As if he can hear your thoughts he shut you up by kissing you again, this time with more devotion. Grazing his teeth ever so slightly on your lip. And when you both stopped, catching your breaths, he stick his forehead to yours, staring at your clasped hands he muttered the three words because he knows that with you, actions are louder but you still need words to leave his lips for assurance. I love you Lando muttered, his breath touching your face and suddenly everything disappeared and you two are the only ones who mattered.

Just as though the past didn't exist. Your ugly past where everything just weren't in their right places, seeing everything in black and white, where you're always close to a breaking point not recognizing who you are anymore. Before him it was messy and everything not falling into place. Your world seemingly dark, navigating through everything without a guide. It was cold just the presence of darkness evading you. Because you trusted the wicked and let it consume you.

But with him you can be as vulnerable as you can, he'll hold you tightly tell you everything will be alright. Whispering you comforting words, your raw emotions so present for him to see and he'll take it with gentle words making you feel as if you're his only priority and nothing will get in his way for you.

Before you met him you thought love was burning red risky, obsessive, sealed with aggressive kisses and definitely dangerous but as you look at him beaming with happiness, his glowing face like embers of sun and the light in his eyes glow like no other stars can outshine, love has always been golden, like daylight. It's calm with love ever present, glowing like no other, safe with no one but him, comfortable as he hold you in his arms whispers of sweet nothings and never destructive as he helps you build the passion slowly, carefully in your own pace.

He made you realize that you can be love without feeling in danger, without the unnecessary adrenaline rushing through you. That he can love you as slowly, as comfortable as you want, in your own terms with your own rules, that he respect you, that he's truly madly deeply in love with you but he made you felt as though it's as calm as the sea breeze brushing past your face, like kisses of the sun when the day is almost ending warm but never too much, like the shine of the stars that trickle your face.

Nothing could ever make you feel like this, the constant happiness as if daylight never ends. Because love was golden all along. And the daylight just started shining, making you see him and never wanting to ever look away.

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[unlimbed]

archie madekwe,  26,  cis man,  he/him   𐫱     ›   hey, isn’t that julian wyle? i’ve heard that they’ve lived in bearhold for two years. rumor has it that they can be rather melodramatic and foolish, but hey, that’s just in their nature as a banshee. they totally make up for it by being compassionate and tenacious. if you’re looking for them, you can probably find them at their work as a barista at the ivory tearoom.

BASICS :

BIRTH NAME : julian adam wyle

KNOWN AS : julie, jules, jay

BIRTHDATE : july 11, 1998

BIRTHPLACE : seattle, washington

AGE : 26

SPECIES : banshee ( inexperienced )

SEXUALITY : uncertain

OCCUPATION : reluctant barista

BIG 3 SIGNS : ☼ cancer ☾ capricorn ↑ cancer

POSITIVE TRAITS : compassionate, tenacious, patient, obedient

NEGATIVE TRAITS : melodramatic, foolish, indecisive, ruthless

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english, latin, italian

SKILLS : musically gifted; particularly in piano and cello, but could pick up any instrument and plink out a little tune

DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES : 6'5, permanent babyface gang, always has an overstuffed tote bag in hand, highly expressive eyes

FAVORITES : being praised, the symphony, dijon mustard, intimate gatherings between friends, academia, laying in the grass right at dusk, herbal teas, saying "it's not that deep" when it is in fact that deep, mitski, psychedelics, personal growth, taking care of stray cats

THUS FAR . . .

static. your head is filled with static — that's the only way you've ever been able to communicate what you feel. it's not cotton or white noise or the rhythmic crash of waves meeting the shore. it's the fuzzy, electric static from one of those old box television sets, prickly to the touch, and it's always been there. just filling up your head, creating a void that's neither a hinderance nor a positive. it's like living life in stasis ; granting you a safe childhood, a normal high school experience, and then — CRACK !! something is wrong. something's broken. you've done something bad, you must have, because your brain is splitting in half and there's so much noise. you can feel your skull splitting, stitches of your scalp pulling free to make room and allow the pure, pulsing, red viscera of your brain to push outward through the cracks. you open your mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. its just the silent white noise, even your struggling gasps for air are no more than polite wheezes. you're clawing at your throat. you're looking for someone to help - anyone. there's no one. nothing. darkness is closing in around you. you can't fight for much longer. . . your sophomore college roommate is shaking you awake, their eyes wide with such panic and fear it makes you jolt. they tell you that you were screaming in your sleep. they ask what you were dreaming about. was it a nightmare? you shake your head and say you weren't dreaming. because you weren't. you never have in your life. try as you might, there's nothing to remember but an empty block in your memory from that night. it takes a day for you to stop feeling shaky. you realize by lunch that the white noise is back and you're soothed into normalcy. it's when it happens again that you start to worry. maybe trying shrooms had been a bad idea... clearly you've altered your brain chemistry, or someone gave you something laced at a party once and now you're fucked. you start carrying around lozenges regularly, one almost permanently tucked into your cheek to soothe your sore throat. another night terror strikes, and when you wake up to resumed white noise, you find out that lauren thompkins has been found dead in the woods near campus. foul play is suspected. you didn't know her, but you attend her candlelight vigil and something eerie tickles at your spine, like someone grazing their fingertips up and down your back. you move home and live in your childhood bedroom to finish off the semester. scared and obsessed, you do your research. you search for answers that don't seem to exist, frittling away an entire summer that culminates in you going to your stoic, intimidating father to admit, "i think something's wrong." and it's how seriously he takes you that's even more frightening. he points you in the direction of your mother — described by him as a flighty, witchy woman, incapable of love and not suitable to raise children. come to find out she has three children and a loving husband, their family homesteading in bearhold. you move in with them and move out within six months, desperate for your own apartment and space away from these strangers meant to be family. but your mother helps. sort of. she tries to. she explains what she knows in cryptic bits and pieces, and eases you through waking panics. bearhold, you find, is better suited for this sort of research, allowing you to frequent local oddity shops and self-medicate with herbs and special teas. you're still coming to terms with it, but you are what you are — a banshee. there's no running from dread when its been cosmically stitched into your very being.

[stqrgirl3]

જ⁀➴ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

★ me : star/rika, she/her (for now??? i dont understand gender😔), pan, indian, libra ☼, aries ↑, slytherin, witch+mermaid (real), moodboard acc.

✸ likes : music, art stuff, cats, gay stuff??, psychology, movies, sTARS!!1!, travelling, the ocean, the moon, reading (mostly gay fanfiction, but oh well :), chocolate milk, HOT CHOCOLATE OMF, anything chocolate, nicknames (if u givr me a nickname i will marry u <3 /p), flowers, space, craft stuff, fruit(y)s [iam completely 100% normal about queer stuff], women

꩜ dnis : racists, misogynists, homophobes, NSFW blogs, zionists, jkr supporters, men (/j) etc.

♪ music : chappell roan, tv girl, mazzy star, the smiths, taylor swift, girl in red, cigarettes after sex, lana del rey, olivia rodrigo, conan gray, mitski, ++ open to recs!! :],

𖤓 fandoms : marauders, good omens, only murders in the building, (uhhh i will be adding more!!)

if i make jokes abt unaliving i SWEAR i am only joking😔 and please lmk if youre uncomfortable with uh kms jokes i will stop!!

i also look at like every blog to have ever existed to come up with an intro post bcoz i do not know how to do stuff by myself so if u see anything that looks exactly like ur intro post hahahahaplzignorehahaha

ill probably make like 212832723 spelling mistakes while talking to u :) <3

some helpful links :

sixty second meditation (helps with anxiety, stress, etc) fatal to the flesh (tw fake blood) distractions free binders ways to handle anger issues (your own or others) tone tags master list

[arhaaong]

#ARHAAONG: if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right.

connections  pinterest  playlist  musings visage

BASICS

full name: jordan arhaa warren ong

nickname: just arhaa

age/date of birth: 37 / may 8th, 1987

zodiac sign: taurus ☼ libra ☾ cancer ↑

gender identity: cis man (he/him)

hometown: hermosa beach, california

current location: wilmington, nc

neighborhood: wrightsville beach

time in town: since february, 1999 till 2005, then back on april 2013

sexual orientation: demisexual

occupation: author

PERSONALITY

labels: the phoenix, the benefactor, the mediator

positive traits: gentle , reliable , caring , trustworthy , allocentric , dutiful

negative traits: obstinate , reticent , stubborn , secretive , deceitful

hobbies: cooking, reading, musical theatre, camping, sports, volunteering

languages spoken: english, malay, french

instruments played: guitar, piano

favorite color: blue, red, green

favorite food: anything, but specially pies (he has memories attached to pies)

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 6'1

distinguished characteristics: multiple scars throughout his body; a blink and you’ll miss it type of situation. some are from childhood and barely noticeable if you look closely whilst the most prominent ones are around 4 years old, situated in his ribs. there is no itemized list yet, but it is something he is acutely aware of.

tattoos: aphoenix on his back, a minimalist tattoo from the song ‘from eden’ by hozier where the word idealism sits in a small prison and it’s located on his left ribcage, the date of his mom’s passing and his sibling’s disappearance on his chest, the phrase ‘when i was drowning, that’s where i could finally breathe’ on his right forearm. ( ref )

piercings: n/a

right or left-handed?: right-handed

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: robert warren (whereabouts unknown), lili ong (deceased)

sibling(s): johan warren (deceased) (there may be half siblings, who knows?)

children: two adoptive children, a six year old called mia and a a thirteen year old called jack

pet(s): a seven year old labrador named pollux

other family members: tbd

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death, car accident, substance abuse

It’s easy falling in love with the sun when all you know is darkness. That much Robert Warren learned when he first met Lili Oong, a ballet dancer who was in California as the new ballerina for Los Angeles Ballet who had moved recently from a little town called Kismet Harbor, Oregon. Her warmth eclipsed the harrowing black hole in his chest the moment he laid eyes on her and so, he asked her out on a date that same night. 3 months later, Lili was moving in with him after a shotgun wedding and a positive pregnancy test on her hand, giving up her dreams of becoming a worldly-known dancer for a bigger dream of hers: becoming a mother. 

The first few months were a dream; with Robert landing a promotion and Lili having an easy enough pregnancy, using all her newlyfound free time to enrich herself with tools to help her become the mother she never had. Soon, however, their luck changed and their future was forever shifted. 

Robert, savvy in his ways but with darkness lurking deep within his soul, was offered a new business venture when an old friend of his opened his mind to the world of the fabrication of off-the-shelve opioids. Knowing soon he'd have a child to take care of and money would stretch thinner than it already was, he agreed without telling his wife and mother-to-be, ultimately becoming a consumer as well as a maker and a seller. The fairytale began to crack, the man who had once been charming and loving became cold, distant and began showing a violent and angry nature that had been unknown to Lili who by now was due to give birth at any day.

Arhaa was born in Hermosa Beach, California into an already broken household with a negligent, abusive, narcissistic father and a loving and caring but mentally exhausted mother who had sadly been drawn to the world of opioids addiction by her very own husband (who made a living out of not only dealing but fabricating said drugs) only a few weeks after giving birth to her second son; Adam. Although the family lead a chaotic and rather dramatic life, the two siblings became inseparable from the very first day Arhaa held his little brother in his arms and vowed to protect him. Despite the trials and tribulations that came with their upbringing, the two siblings had quite a normal childhood. With their father disappearing every other day the remaining three members of the family did their best with what they were handed; providing eachother the love and support they needed to get by with their mother working tirelessly to provide for her family while Arhaa did his best to take care of his little brother, only a few years his junior. Their lives changed a few months after Arhaa's 12th birthday when their father arrived home after yet another escapade to inform his wife he was leaving for good to never return. Free at last, the mother of two packed all the essentials, sell the home her children had grown up in and decided to move the family to Wilmington, her hometown. For a while, the new breath of fresh air worked on their favor; bringing the cursed family a new wave of tranquillity they hadn't known before thanks to the Ong family, yet it was short-lived the day the siblings found their mother passed out on the living room coming from school, lips blue and skin translucid and cold to the touch; he was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital. Unbeknownst to her children and her family, she had been on a battle with substance abuse since Arhaa's birth and it had finally caught up to her, leaving her children heartbroken and alone.

Arhaa's aunt, his mother's sister, decided to take the two siblings in in honor of her sister and although they learned to love and care for eachother in the long run and it ultimately reshaped the way the eldest viewed love and family, the first few years were difficult for everyone involved as each member of the family was in their own way, dealing with the grief of losing the most important person in their lives. One of Arhaa's methods to cope with his new reality became planning for his future; from high school grades and activities and a part-time job to save money, he planned an escape route: NYU. He worked tirelessly for the next two years to earn a spot in the prestigious school and was rewarded with not only an acceptance letter but a partial scholarship.

The eldest Ong sibling moved to New York for college leaving his little brother with a promise: he'd work hard to build a life and a home in the new city and once Adam was done with school, he'd move in with him and they could leave their past behind them. For two years, Arhaa spent his mornings attending lessons and his evenings and nights working two, sometimes three jobs to hold his end of the bargain and find a home the two siblings could share only for Adam to ultimately decline the offer, claiming he was better off in Wilmington. With no room to overthink or even discuss the issue, the eldest sibling spent the next year dedicating his full attention to college, ultimately graduating with a major in English Literature and a minor in Creative Writing. It took a couple years and a few odd jobs here and there for the writer to fully earn a space in the New York literary society ultimately making friends with an indie publishing company's owner that upon reading his very first draft of a book, offered him a deal to publish it the minute he was done editing it. At age 25, Arhaa saw his biggest dream brought to fruition when his first novel was published, quickly gaining enough momentum to become a moderate success not even 4 months after its publication.

In a streak of luck, the indie publishing company that initially trusted in him and his vision offered him a new deal to become an associate, offering him a third of the company and a new contract for his next books. The now renowned author happily accepted and worked tirelessly for an entire year on both his next book and signing new talent, wanting nothing more than making other's dreams come true.

A little after his 26th birthday with a bestseller and a deal for three more books, Arhaa decided to move back to Wilmington to both work on his second novel and to be closer to his brother. It was then that he met Safia De Castilla, his brother's girlfriend. Their relationship began friendly; like any big brother, Arhaa was rather concerned of his brother and how the life they had had affected them and knowing there was someone who cared about the youngest as much as as he did was comforting and quickly he found himself drawn to the woman, establishing a friendship with her. Things turned sour when romantic feelings got involved from both sides and hard as they both tried to erase them and move on with their lives, it got to a point when denying themselves and how they felt about eachother was impossible. A plan had been made: he was to confess himself to his brother with no hopes other than a clean mind. Acutely aware of the wrath this would unleash, his process of grief for the relationship he once had with his brother started way sooner than he had expected however, life would prove to be the cruelest jokester when, on his way to see Arhaa and Safia, the youngest Ong sibling was killed in a car accident only a few miles away from his final destination. The news were soul-shaking for everyone involved and it send Arhaa into a spiral as he had lost both his best friend and the woman that he loved in the same night after Safia, in her own grieving process, decided to cut ties with him.

For months, he let his pain guide him. Drinks, parties, drugs and bodies passed through him in an attempt to heal wounds that had followed him from birth with little to no result. He'd live life with just enough conscience to get by and spend most nights wide awake, turning in bed letting each and ever skeleton in his closet keep him company in pain and anger. He let grief write his second novel, pouring out every part of him in his magnum opus that ultimately became his salvation. With the help of that second body of work and therapy, slowly but surely the author pulled himself out of the dark whole he made for himself and allowed himself to let go of some of the pain and heartache when he published his novel, two years after his brother's accident earning him another best seller weeks before its release.

Time passed and with enough help, his life began to make sense again. He cemented his name as a renowned author and made a life in his Wilmington; got a dog that became his trusty companion and closest confidant and on his 30th birthday, Arhaa decided to give his life a new spin by becoming a foster parent, both to play a homage to his family who took him in and his brother when they needed it the most and wanting to be that safe space for kids who needed it. ears of preparing and waiting for the right pick later, he welcomed Jack and Mia into his home, the first children who were put under his care; their tragic story a mirror of his own, their pain and fear something he could not only relate to but was personally affected by. With enough care and love, Arhaa managed to gain the children's love the author managed to get their trust and later on their love, ultimately asking for their consent to fully adopt them as their own so they could become the family the three of them had been searching for their whole lives and officially becoming their adoptive father at age 35.

[elizobyss]

✟ ☾ 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘, 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 ☽ ✟

wanted to make an about me post so here it is! get to know me:

~ i'm Liz (or Lizard), i'm 25, and i use she/her pronouns.

~ pisces ☼ , taurus ☾ , virgo ↟

~ straight, but a HUGE LGBTQ+ ally!!!!!!!!!!! along with being a human rights activist!

~ i am an only child.

~ i live in wisconsin, brrr!

~ i am an animator and artist! i have a BFA in animation from peck school of the arts at UW-milwaukee

~ pagan, spiritual, & a witch

~ obsessed with: all things gothic, animals, insects (moths especially), anything animation, art, music, nature, halloween, rocks/crystals, mushrooms, etheral things, and spooky things

feel free to send asks or dms. i do have a wonderful boyfriend whom i love very much and no one sha'll get in the way of that. just be nice and respectful, please!!!!!!!!!

homophobes, bigots, transphobes, racists, misogynists, extremeists, surpremicists, and generally shitty people, please don't follow or message me because that will go NO WHERE FOR YOU! lmaoooo

but ye! hello everyone! have a great day! :3

quick tags for easy organizing:

my tags: my face - my art - my posts things: animals - art - crystals - fashion - fungi - gifs - halloween - nature - skeletons - space - text - videos - witchcraft colors: pink - red - orange - yellow - green - teal - blue - violet - brown - white - grey  - black - multi

[wellingtonwellsfinest]

Hello fellow citizens and downers! 💊🌈

General Info:

Secondary blog for @groovywellie ✿

he/him, adult ☼

I'm a cosplayer, writer, and roleplayer! ☮︎

this blog will probably have more mature content/sometimes nsfw content, so 18+ please ♡ (but I will label posts as mature if necessary)

feel free to ask or say anything (to me or my OCs)! ☻

List of Current OCs: (bios below)

Daniel Bevan 💙🎼🍆📚🫐☕️

Barrett Lovelace 🥃❤️💤💋🌃🍷

Nicolas Brighton 🛍️🎨🧡🎰🌈☀️

Jamie Maxwell 🪡🧵🚬🖤⚒️💉

Cedrik Grendelle 📸☂️🌧️☮️💜🪴

Edwin Hawtrey Brighton 🌌🍬🌸✨🍭💖

Daniel Sean Bevan Jr.

💙🎼🍆📚🫐☕️

AGE: 40

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

BIRTHDAY: Dec. 12th

ZODIAC SIGN: Sagittarius

“CLASS” (DOWNER/WELLIE/ETC.): Bobby

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Maidenholm, Wellington Wells

OCCUPATION: Blue-rank Constable

MAIN PERSONALITY TRAITS: Overly dominant in nature, insecure, collected, intelligent

LIKES: Fruit teas, playing guitar, classical music

DISLIKES: Sweets, alcohol

FAVORITE COLOR: Oxford Blue

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English

FAMILY: Mother - Celine Bevan, Father - Daniel Bevan Sr.

BACKGROUND (SUMMARY): to be updated

Barrett Wesley Lovelace

🥃❤️💤💋🌃🍷

AGE: 42

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

BIRTHDAY: June 8th

ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini

“CLASS” (DOWNER/WELLIE/ETC.): Bobby

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Parade District, Wellington Wells

OCCUPATION: Red-rank Constable

MAIN PERSONALITY TRAITS: Close-minded, conceited, opinionated

LIKES: Sleeping, sex, alcohol, spending money

DISLIKES: Doing his job, cleaning

FAVORITE COLOR: Cherry Red

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English

FAMILY: Mother - Evelyn Lovelace, Father - Wyatt Lovelace, Older Brother - Frederick Lovelace, Older Brother - Remington Lovelace, Older Brother - Stanley Lovelace, Younger Brother - Charlie Lovelace

BACKGROUND (SUMMARY): to be updated

Nicolas Jack Brighton

🛍️🎨🧡🎰🌈☀️

AGE: 34

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

BIRTHDAY: Feb. 15th

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius

“CLASS” (DOWNER/WELLIE/ETC.): Wellie

CURRENT RESIDENCE: St. George’s Holm, Wellington Wells

OCCUPATION: Shopkeeper

MAIN PERSONALITY TRAITS: Flamboyant, eccentric, compassionate, artistic

LIKES: Fashion, painting, sketching, gambling

DISLIKES: His wife (don’t tell her he said that), monochromatic color schemes, critics

FAVORITE COLOR: Safety Orange

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English

FAMILY: Older Sister - Rose Brighton, Son - Edwin Hawtrey Brighton

BACKGROUND (SUMMARY): to be updated

Jamie Rory Maxwell

🪡🧵🚬🖤⚒️💉

AGE: 32

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

BIRTHDAY: Nov. 18th

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

“CLASS” (DOWNER/WELLIE/ETC.): Wellie

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Maidenholm, Wellington Wells

OCCUPATION: Crafter (of all sorts, for everyone)

MAIN PERSONALITY TRAITS: Introverted, short-tempered, overly emotional, curious, creative

LIKES: Writing, sewing, smoking, crafting, learning

DISLIKES: Being left alone...

FAVORITE COLOR: Ebony Black

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English, German, & Latin

FAMILY: Mother - Julia Maxwell, Father - Henry Maxwell, Older Brother - James Maxwell

BACKGROUND (SUMMARY): to be updated

Cedrik Malcolm Grendelle

📸☂️🌧️☮️💜🪴

AGE: 39

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

BIRTHDAY: July 22nd

ZODIAC SIGN: Cancer

“CLASS” (DOWNER/WELLIE/ETC.): Bobby

CURRENT RESIDENCE: St. George’s Holm, Wellington Wells

OCCUPATION: Blue-rank Constable

MAIN PERSONALITY TRAITS: Sweet, nurturing, quiet, observant

LIKES: Photography, peppermint tea, puzzles, sunshine

DISLIKES: Rain/thunderstorms, swearing

FAVORITE COLOR: Periwinkle Purple

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English

FAMILY: Mother - Kate Grendelle, Father - Zacharie Grendelle, Step Mother - Dottie Grendelle, Younger Sister - Cerese Grendelle

BACKGROUND (SUMMARY): to be updated

Edwin Micheal Hawtrey Brighton

🌌🍬🌸✨🍭💖

AGE: 18

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, he/him

BIRTHDAY: May 14th

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus

“CLASS” (DOWNER/WELLIE/ETC.): Downer (?)

CURRENT RESIDENCE: somewhere in England (?)

OCCUPATION: Currently unemployed

MAIN PERSONALITY TRAITS: Childlike (but not childish), bubbly, talkative, eager, adventurous

LIKES: Romance novels, astrology, candy, traveling

DISLIKES: People treating him like a child

FAVORITE COLOR: Blush Pink

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English & French

FAMILY: Mother - Clara Hawtrey, Father - Nicolas Brighton

BACKGROUND (SUMMARY): to be updated

[love-anteros]

music taste of the ouran host club ᐟᐟ☆ .ᐟ

—personal ouran headcanons ♡ —some taylor swift hc inspo from @cold-heart-warm-writings

haruhi fujioka

definitely a mitski girlie.

fav songs off mitski’s discography: “my love mine all mine,” “first love / late spring,” “class of 2013,” “once more to see you”

tamaki always recommends taylor swift songs to them; ends up enjoying folklore (“invisible string,” “august”) 

hc from tiktok (@/gyuldangie): tamaki told them that “when emma falls in love” reminded him of their relationship, and haruhi says that the song’s just ok. he later sees the song saved on her favorite playlist … :)

also enjoys ichiko aoba & lamp

tamaki pays for their duo spotify premium account ♡

exchanges song recommendations w kaoru; definitely has a few phoebe songs on their playlists

listens to red velvet w hani on occasion 

tamaki suoh

hardcore swiftie. definitely bought front row seats + backstage passes for the eras tour and begged the entire host club to accompany him.

speak now + lover stan, loves a few songs off rep, 1989, & fearless 

“haruhi, do you think taylor thought of me when she wrote ‘king of my heart’ & ‘gorgeous’ ?~ “

“i absolutely believe that taylor pictured our beloved romance when she wrote lover, haruhi .ᐟ~”

fav songs off taylor’s discography: “lover,” “paper rings,” “you are in love,” “speak now,” “enchanted,” “love story”

also likes other pop artists: katy perry (“teenage dream,” “california girls”) harry styles (“adore you”)

a bit of classical piano mixed into his playlist; immediate jump from taylor to chopin when his spotify is on shuffle

he is absolutely a laufey fan .ᐟ (dedicated the entire bewitched album to haruhi … )

listens to a bit of mitski b/c of haruhi: “ hm … i think that ‘my love mine all mine’ reminds me of you, my lovely haruhi :) “

enjoys tv girl & ricky montgomery recs from haruhi: “lovers rock,” “mr. loverman,” “my heart is buried in venice,” “boy toy,” “line without a hook” ♡

hani introduced him to kpop, & he absolutely loves a few svt, nct, & txt songs .ᐟ — “perfume,” “to you,” “imperfect love,” “light a flame,” “way home”

hikaru hitachiin 

frank ocean, tyler the creator, the weeknd 

“white ferrari,” “are we still friends,” “ivy,” “super rich kids,” “new magic wand,” “escape from la,” “foreword” .ᐟ

kaoru introduced him to rex orange county; likes “corduroy dreams,” “uno,” “open a window”

that one scene where hikaru comforts haruhi during the thunder storm? his headphones were def playing “sunflower” by rex orange county 

kaoru hitachiin

phoebe bridgers, gracie abrams ☼

“i know it won’t work,” “i know the end,” “kyoto,” “motion sickness,” “garden song,” “where do we go now?”

likes a few taylor songs from red + folklore

a sucker for “all too well” — 10 minute ver.

absolutely sobbed to “i guess” by mitski; recommended by haruhi °˖➴ (“i guess this is the end / i’ll have to learn / to be somebody else / it’s been you and me / since before i was me / without you, i don't yet know / quite how to live”)

kyoya ootori 

matt maltese .ᐟ

tamaki learned how to play the piano part of “when you wash your hair” for kyoya’s birthday ♡

fav songs from matt maltese’s discography: “as the world caves in,” “everyone adores you (at least i do),” “krystal,” “smile in the face of the devil,” “little person”

definitely does NOT cry & think about tamaki when he listens to “wish you’d ask me” .ᐟ

… secretly enjoys twice & attended a concert w hani + mori; mina bias 

small crush on yeonjun from txt

listens to mac demarco w haruhi (“one more love song,” “for the first time,” “heart to heart”)

a few classical piano songs recommended by tamaki on his favorite playlist ♡ 

mitsukuni "hani" haninozuka 

diehard twice stan.

nayeon + momo bias 

also likes loona (esp chuu .ᐟ) & txt

♡ “blue hour” (& the other songs on minisode1: blue hour), “pop,” “heart attack,” “love countdown,” “chocolate” (day6), “polaroid love”

definitely doxxed a 12 yr. old b/c they said that nayeon flopped w her solo debut °˖➴ (he already didn’t have enough sleep that day after trying to get twice concert tickets all night … )

tried listening to kanye during his middle school “tough guy” phase … hated it.

listens to taylor every now & then w tamaki; fearless & speak now stan

takashi "mori" morinozuka 

looks like he’d be the type of guy to listen to frank ocean & tyler the creator … listens to the most basic music in existence. (still love mori, though .ᐟ )

… imagine dragons 

listened to “high hopes” by p!atd on loop.

probably likes some drake songs 

listens to kpop w hani though & takes him to concerts; hani would sit on top of his shoulders so he could see the stage

—+ regardless of their diverse music tastes, they all bond over olivia rodrigo & definitely had a sleepover where they listened to the entire guts album ♡

—+ also, ik that ouran takes place in the early 2000s & they definitely wouldn't be listening to modern western music + kpop, but oh well .ᐟ (this is just a reflection of my own music taste, i think ... )