#HSH Four

[miniscrew-anon]

"No, absolutely not. You can't get this one. I won't allow it." Sky declares. His voice carries a surprising amount of authority for someone who’s sprawled out on a department store mattress. AKA The boys go furniture shopping. It's more difficult than some of them expect.

Pspspspspspsps @lavibookmanmusings-blog I got something for you!

[st0rmyskies]

I know one whole Four fan doesn't make much difference, but! I love your writing, and the way you write all the boys, especially Four. It sucks that people are rude about him, and it's a damn shame, because what I've seen you do with him is really really cool. So. Just wanted to send you some positivity to try to counterbalance some of the haters.

I appreciate the positivity anon, thank you!!

After some kind messages and a few days to think on it, I decided to move forward with that LMTCOY chapter after all. Because I think it will be fun! And that's what this is all about.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Uhhh don’t know what to caption this, anyway here’s Thatcher from the Home Sweet Home au!

[cutestcatboi]

GAY FRANCESCA LETS FUCKING GOO

[fivefeetfangirl]

See ya in Düsseldorf 🫡

[nemiism]

LEATHER AND LACE - TRACK 01

TRACK 01 - this is going to ruin the tour...

SYNOPSIS- obanai iguro, sanemi shinazugawa, and y/n l/n started their band Hit So Hard when they were sixteen. now, almost ten years later and with four albums under their belt, they’re ready to compose another. the process should come easy, especially because they already have songs written that they want to include. writing new ones, though? well, it’s proving to be just a little difficult this time around…until they start finding inspiration in one another.

BONUSES

coming out as a dq lover sorry yall...

hsh live together

literally like 15 mins after yn tweeted, kgos leaked LMAO

no one we've met yet leaked anything tho

they tweet ab it and r like 'omg how did they find out :0' like idk keep ur mouth shut

Sanity - Paramore.

TAGLIST - open

tracklist. prev track. next track.

© NEMIISM do not translate, modify, or repost my work.

[etherealyoungk]

chef!mingyu part three

// tw: blood // cw: suggestive, kissing, mingyu being an annoying ass but <3 // here's chef!mingyu part one and two, part four // maria literally jail for you for sending these pics to me because they're literally perfect for this part hshs but JAIL

doesn't it suck to have the person you hate on your mind constantly. expect it wasn't exactly hate with mingyu. it was more how you just refused to believe you were attracted to him that made you think about him even more. not to mention you were rivals in business, so you didn't want to do anything stupid.

it's been a few weeks and you as much it pained you to admit, you did wish mingyu stopped by but he hadn't in the last few weeks. and just as you were locking up and about to leave, you see a familiar figure strolling inside your restaurant - mingyu.

"what do you want?", you ask coldly, tired from the long day. "now is that how you greet a friend?", he asks, crossing arms over his chest. you noticed how the shirt he was wearing just hugged his body and arms, showing off his biceps. and he was wearing glasses too. fuck he looked so hot tonight. you cleared your throat before speaking.

"im tired okay, what's up?", you repeat. "just came for dinner", he prompts and you're lost. "sorry what? we're closed", you say. "did someone forget they owe me lunch and dinner? how ungrateful", he says, shaking his head with a scoff. right, you promised him you'd treat him for letting you crash in his place.

"right...what do you want?", you ask. "i want you to cook me something that you love to eat", he asks. "i'll buy you something how's that?", you bargain. "no can do baby. or do you want the whole world to know that you're dying to sleep with me", he asks with a raised brow making you narrow your eyes at him. "you're such an ass", you mumble, purposely nudging your elbow into him as you walk ahead.

you lock up and mingyu would drive you back to your place where you decide to cook your favorite pasta for him. it was simple, easy to make, and super yummy too. mingyu would hang around in the kitchen as you started cooking, and maybe give you some unsolicited decor advice, making you roll your eyes. and you notice how mingyu's hands would just automatically start helping you gather ingredients or things - i guess that what happens when you cook for a living. you'd have to smack his hands off, telling him you'd manage making him pout.

he'll lean back on the other end of the counter as you stand chopping some vegetables and doing some prep for the pasta. "so did your ex pay you a visit again?", mingyu asks, looking at you keenly. "that idiot did come in the morning again, and was asking where you were", you say. "what did you say?", "nothing, just that you had work", you add. "but i don't think he'll come again, hopefully", you add.

"was he good in bed?", mingyu asks, likes it's the most normal question in the world, catching you completely off guard. "excuse me? what kind of question is that?", you say, looking at him. "what, can't i know about your loser ex? i'm guessing he was pretty shit seeing as you've been dying to sleep with me", he adds with a smug smirk. as he pushes his glasses up. "what- firstly i am not dying to sleep with you and secondly i don't see why that actually matters to you", you say, getting annoyed. mingyu did an excellent job getting on your nerves.

"yeah so he was shit in bed", mingyu concludes when you avoid the question. "fuck you mingyu", you say, giving his a side eye. "oh, so you want me to? i'll gladly do it, just ask", he says nonchalantly. "like you're that good in bed either", you mumble to yourself but obviously mingyu heard you.

"is that a challenge baby? do you want me to show you", he asks with a raised brow. "whatever oh my god, just let me cook", you snap back at him, getting your focus back onto prepping for the pasta.

after a few seconds of silence, mingyu speaks up again. "baby if you need help, i'll be more than happy to. it feels awkward just standing here doing nothing", he asks again. "firstly, my name is -", you start, looking up to glance at mingyu. and maybe it was because you looked away for a second or because you were tired, your hand slipped and the knife sliced your finger. "OW", you yell, dropping the knife on the counter as you clutch your finger to your chest.

mingyu would be by your side in an instant. "what happened?", he asks and he gets his answer from the drops of blood on the countertop. "shit", he mutters. he can tell by the way your finger is bleeding that it's deep and bad cut. "where's your first aid kit", he asks urgently. "top shelf on the right", you mumble. he'll clear the countertop, pushing all the ingredients and chopping board to the side to make some space for you. you feel his hands on your waist as he gently hoists you up so you're now sitting on the countertop.

"here, let me see hm", he asks softly. you open your hands and hear him take in a sharp breath. it was pretty bad. you had cut not one, but two fingers and they were pretty deep slices, ouch. he'll wipe your finger with a wet cloth first. then he'll dab the disinfectant on, and you close your eyes because it burned like shit. "oww it hurts", you whine. "let me do it, i can manage mingyu", you huff but he won't let you. "don't - just let me help you".

he'll clean your other cuts and it just burns so bad you end up leaning your forehead on mingyu's shoulder, as he's standing in front of you. he'll gently bandage your fingers and make sure you were all okay. "done, you okay baby?", he asks as you're still leaning your head against him. "hm", you manage to say. you lift your head up but you're still so close to mingyu, you gulp as you look at him. "sorry, i guess i was just tired", you tell softly. "you should have told me, we could have done this another time", he scolds. "i owed you though", you mumble, looking down. and i wanted to spend time with you.

"i'll be okay, it's no big deal", you add and you're hyper-aware of mingyu's hands resting on your thighs as he stares at you. "you're really stubborn you know", he adds making you scoff. "stubborn? me?? have you seen yourself, you're so fucking cocky about everything", you counter. he won't say anything but he did love seeing you all feisty, he thought it was hot. "what can i say, i like being the best in everything i do", he counters, giving you a little smirk.

and you can't take it anymore. you couldn't take his stupid smile and how stupidly attracted you were to him. you couldn't take the tension anymore, so you just grabbed mingyu by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward, kissing him. he would be caught off guard for a second but he'll smirk into the kiss, kissing you back as he moves his lips against yours. his hand moves up to cup your cheek as your fist where you held the collar of his shirt tightens, feeling giddy with the kiss. you pull away.

"we shouldn't be doing this", you say breathlessly. "give me one good reason why we shouldn't", he responds as he captures your lips again, his other hand going to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him. "fuck...because we're rivals and i'm supposed to hate you", you mumble between kisses. "let's just screw that and start over", he says. his hand goes to remove the glasses but you stop him. "don't, i like how they look on you", you say, looking at him as you bite your lip. "oh really? how does it look on me?", he asks, fully knowing the answer but he just wanted to hear it from you. "makes you look so fucking hot", you mumble against his lips, kissing him. he starts to kiss your neck, making you gasp as your eyes flutter close. he leaves a trail of soft kisses on your collarbone. "m-mingyu", you whisper. "hm tell me what you want baby", he groans softly, kissing up to your jawline as you grip his arm. "you're so annoying", is all you can manage to mutter as he kisses you again, kissing you with such passion making you dizzy.

you don't know how you made it to your bed, as mingyu hovers over you, his shirt thrown somewhere to the side. but your mind is too fuzzy to care anymore. you look at him, his lips pink and plump from all the kissing and his pupils dilated. his cheeks flushed and his hair falling over his face as he looks down at you. "i'll fuck you so good that the only name you'll remember is mine", he taunts, whispering in your ear before kissing you again, his hands roaming your body as you sigh into the kiss.

and when you wake up in the morning, you're tangled in mingyu's arms. but only this time you remember exactly what happened the night before. you stare at mingyu's face as he sleeps soundly and you wonder what was going to happen now. what were the two of you?

do we want part four?

taglist: @sadkidwarexpert @daisycheols @urboyangelhani

[suemooon]

Changes in my life

Today was my last school day, everybody wrote and drawn things in their shirts, t-shirts, all that stuff, a lot of people cried a lot, we are going to change a education level and we know it very well, it was cute I must say, and it was pretty reflexive too, but whatever, we are not kids anymore, and we just became teenagers to all the people we know.

This is more a personal and memory post to me, I just wanted to write it here.

And… special thanks to: Wikipedia, Google, YouTube, to my first computer, to my new computer, to my friends, to my friend nicknamed “Lorax” hshs, to my first group of friends, The A girls. To M, A, D.

And of course, to The Once-ler and The Once-ler fandom too. This is my first fandom that I don’t just stay for like two/four months, the first one in that I can say that I belong without feeling ashamed for it, like I did with the past ones, the people in this fandom are like a family, and a comfort place, we just don’t care if we are cringe or the past is cursed to all the other people, I can say I’m happy to belong here, to be an Onceling, I truly proud if it.

The Once-ler is a really comforting and important character to me, so I can’t deny his impact in my life, he made me laugh, he made me cry, he made me feel reflective about the family issues, the stupid things we do when we want someone else’s love, the importance of the environment itself, and the how destructive can be the greed in someone and how it changes people, etc.

I can keep writing more things but I leave this how is it, thank you at all of you too, my dear followers and Once-ler fandom, love y’all, I truly love being here, I’m not going anywhere, I want to stay here forever <3

I’m happy with all the interactions, love and support you give me guys, THANK YOU SO MUCH!

[lunaekalenda]

Hello I’m back for more of the Greek mythology interaction. Could you do another one for Eren (also I imagine him wearing nothing but a eucalyptus crown on his head as a Greek god) with flower goddess Reader? Thank you! - 🌼

for some reason, half of my draft got deleted and just realized now that i was gonna publish it 🤡 anyway, i did what i could with your specifications + the dices (my imagination isn't that wide hshs) hope you like it!

zeus · trojan horse · treasure (this is going to be a little divergence from the original myths to fit the request)

Humans were curious to gods, specially, to him. Eren ruled on the Olympus as the God between the Gods. Everything was boring to him, specially, mortals. Such throwaway lives, so far from divine perfection, but yet so intense. If there was a thing he still liked from the human world, it was flowers.

One thing Eren doesn't miss as the new Zeus is to feel. It has been ages since he felt for the last time, when he let himself smile when the spring arrived or let his guard down while sleeping peacefully. He has forgot all of them. A lot of humans want his place, his life. And he won't give up that easy on them.

He was sure nothing could ever rip apart that façade of the perfect god, but he got a gift. A gift, for him. It was on his main door when he left that morning, direction to the tholos where all the Gods spent the long and incontable days. There it was, a miniature of the Trojan Horse, the one that made Achilles win the war. He remembers that moment, he felt a little proud of his army. Of his mortal army. Near the miniature, a big bouquet of flowers rested, with a little note on the side. "Thanks for helping, supreme God. The district of Paradis will always be grateful."

The flowers were way too beautiful to be made by humans. They seemed too perfect, too colorful to be natural. Looking at the flowers again, he left them on the main entrance's vase, knowing that they will be dead with just a couple days on the Olympus.

But they resisted, two days, four and a whole month, maybe more. He moved them to his office, where he watched them for full hours without moving. He was intrigued, where could a human make such perfect flowers? They seemed to be even immortal, as he was. It was the first gift Eren got that was able to last as much as he was going to, unless someone did kill him before.

Those flowers got the name of the "God's Treasure" in the streets of the Olympus, reaching everyone's ears, specially Armin's, the messenger God. He brought those flowers from the mortal lands, and he would gratefully show Eren where they grew. It wasn't long until the God searched the blonde boy, who guided his friend down to mortal domains after years of reclusion on the Olympus. He felt the grass on his feet when they landed. The sweet breeze near the sea, the salty air that played on his hair and moved the leafs of his eucalyptus crown. And he saw the little town, white houses and tiny humans around.

And then he saw you.

Kneeling on the floor with a long, white robe, smiling so preciously while you put tiny flowers on a little girl's hair. The flowers seemed to be so bright, so shiny, and the way you used them with such care and tenderness made him smile unconsciously. They seemed to bloom under your hands, and he felt what he had suppressed for years at a stroke. He wants to be held, to be listened, to be loved. He wants to bloom under someone's soft touch, and he wants to pass his immortal life with someone.

And when your eyes crossed, he knew that someone he has been waiting for was you.

He started to walk, without even knowing what he was gonna say once he arrived. When his long shadow covered you and the kid from the sun, he felt the sudden nervousness. You stood up slowly, asking the kid to go home. He looked at you for a long second, before speaking.

"The flowers that I got at the Olympus... Did you grow them?" Your eyes opened when you realized that Eren, the God among the Gods, was talking to you. Your hands trembled softly when you kneeled respectfully.

At the same time, he kneeled in front of you, a big smile on his lips as he searched your gaze with his.

"Could you show me how you grow those beautiful flowers?" he whispers, making your heart skip a beat. Show him, the most important God between them, your simple flowers?

You were still so unaware of the future crown he was planning you to wear, full of flowers, as he crowned you as his goddess.

[miniscrew-anon]

AroAce Four, my beloved

“You seem like a really nice guy,” She says, “And I happened to notice that you always stick around for my whole shift even though you don’t buy anything other than your coffee. So… do you want to grab something later?” Four sticks around because the cafe lets him sit as long as he wants and he gets unlimited refills of his small black coffee for just three rupees a day. The place is dry and warm and gives him a space to work on applications. It helps that the staff is nice, but Four stays here for hours because he doesn’t have anywhere else to go. He didn’t even realize he tended to come in when this woman was here. But he can’t tell her that. He doesn’t want to embarrass her. So he smiles back, eyes flickering down to check her nametag. Erune. “Yeah, actually. I’d love to.” --- AKA the fic where i put all my aroace dating experiences onto my fav lil guy and Four gets to feel my pain, but also my catharsis.

You may recognize this already. That's because in June I posted this to this tumblr. But it wasn't super good or well edited because I'd whipped it up in a day. So I decided to finally edit and post it to a03, since it surpassed my usual word count for such things. And when better than aromantic awareness week?

[st0rmyskies]

Ooh ask game? Don’t mind if it just ☔️

-miniscrew

Not sure if I'll ever write about Four's inner thoughts with regards to the rest of the goings-on in the house. He's the member of the group we know the least about, as you know. I'd love to pick his brain -- via Shadow, of course -- and find out what his impressions were during some of the biggest events during the HSH series. Was he terrified after the break in, or was it just another day for Four? Was he annoyed by the holiday goings-on, did it make him nostalgic, did he even care? Was he interested in moving to Castle Town, or did he just drift along and let life take him wherever it did? Does he care about the other members of the house, or is this just a place to live?

Shadow is the perfect catalyst for that sort of thing. He's the only one who could annoy those sorts of answers out of Four, the only one Four would be up-front and honest with, and the things they find themselves tangled up in during the interrogation -- from chilling at an arcade to having Shadow pop in unannounced to sharing a bed -- would slowly reveal more about the nature of their relationship to the reader, too.

[jolapeno]

Hi, hope you don’t mind and seriously no pressure but just wondered how Honey Stained Hands was getting on [and when the third chapter was being posted]? I loved the first two and your writing is beautiful!

omg plsssss, i never mind. and also you or anyone else could ever be a bother for asking i promise!

for starters, i am so sorry updates have been so sluggish and slow. usually, i'm a weekly or two-weekly gal (like one chapter every two weeks, does anyone know what that is called, i get so confused?) but with this series, i was/am so scared when i post - and it is so silly as to why but i just do, and i think i wanted to post when i felt a bit more confident and then i just got more scared? isn't that so silly. but then, my personal life got a bit messy and writing joel requires a certain headspace from me, (likely another reason i get so nervous when writing him) that it made it hard to pick it up.

BUT, anyway, chapter three is almost written - and chapter four is actually written [the beauty of not writing in chronological order ha!] so when i do pluck up that courage, you can expect quicker updates.

also, thank you for the lovely compliment on my words! they mean the world. HSH has been such a joy to write, and I've been hammering away at it for months too, so knowing what is out is meaning things to people makes me a very happy jo.

thank you for your continued patience, and hopefully, i can post chapter three within the next week (or so <- this is more in case my life gets in the way)

[zot3-flopped]

https://www.tumblr.com/wellthatwasaletdown/748374470009421824/i-read-online-that-harry-was-going-to-earn-200m

Rage Mod always sounds so confident in her dumb predictions. 🤦‍♀️

'Harry peaked with HSLOT. He won't ever have a tour as big as HSLOT or a single as big as As It Was again or an album as big as HsH.'

I'm speechless at her sheer stupidity. Harry's next tour will be bigger than LOT because he'll do stadiums in the US. HS4 will have a bigger debut week because he has more fans now and it won't leak a month in advance like HsH did. Why shouldn't the same songwriting team of Harry, Kid Harpoon and Tyler Johnson come up with another As It Was?

The funniest thing about this is that I can remember Rage Mod saying exactly the same thing about Fine Line and Watermelon Sugar: 'He peaked with Fine Line. HsH won't outsell it. Watermelon Sugar is his legacy.'

Do you know what actually has peaked? The @wellthatwasaletdown blog. It used to post dozens of asks a day and now it posts about four.

[lenniharrisonsims]

Four Year Anniversary Portraits

Moonwood Mill

Villa de Rois

His Sovereign Highness, Hereditary Prince Pierre Biancheri

Full Name:  Pierre Dartagnan Biancheri Title(s): Hereditary Prince of the Principality of Moonwood Mill Nickname(s): N/A Birthday: February 6th Residence(s): Villa des Rois (Moonwood Mill) Previous Names/Titles: Grand Duke of Moonwood Mill Parents: TSH Hereditary Prince Philippe & Princess Caroline Biancheri Spouse: HSH Princess Andrea Biancheri Children: Grand Duchess Martine Graziani, Duke Michel, & Duke Massimo Biancheri

Her Sovereign Highness, Princess Andrea Biancheri

Full Name:  Andrea Anna Jacqueline Biancheri Title(s): Princess Consort of the Principality of Moonwood Mill Nickname(s): N/A Birthday: February 11th Residence(s): Villa des Rois (Moonwood Mill) Previous Names/Titles: Lady Andrea Rinaldi Parents: Duke Alexandre & Duchess Jacqueline Rinaldi of LeGrande Spouse: HSH Hereditary Prince Pierre Biancheri Children: Grand Duchess Martine Graziani, Duke Michel, & Duke Massimo Biancheri

HRH Duke Michel Biancheri

Full Name: Michel Pierre Julien Biancheri Title(s): Royal Duke of the Principality of Moonwood Mill Nickname(s): N/A Birthday: November 27th Residence(s): Villa des Rois (Moonwood Mill) Previous Names/Titles: N/A Parents: TSH Hereditary Prince Pierre & Princess Andrea Biancheri Spouse: N/A Children: N/A

HRH Duke Massimo Biancheri

Full Name: Massimo Andre Frederic Biancheri Title(s): Royal Duke of the Principality of Moonwood Mill Nickname(s): Mimo Birthday: January 25th Residence(s): Villa des Rois (Moonwood Mill) Previous Names/Titles: N/A Parents: TSH Hereditary Prince Pierre & Princess Andrea Biancheri Spouse: N/A Children: N/A

[septembersghost]

I feel like fine line vault will have the most experimental songs. He was gravitating towards pop with adore you and WS while staying near his comfort zone that was rock. Sunflower was probably a turning point in deciding hsh sound.

sonical things aside I want to listen to his bitter songs about camille's nepo boyfriend and his art gallery lmao

there's a lot of fusion across sounds and genres that happens on fine line and i am in love with it forever. the initial high and glitter and infatuation and freedom and revelation of the first four tracks, the groovy guitar and the gospel choir, swooping down into the sweetbitter sting of cherry and its delicate acoustics and its tinged pink atmosphere (pathetic was his word, regretful is mine), and then the full scale piano soaring vocals drowning heartbreak ballad of falling (that plea: what am i now? i cannot), and then the cheeky/resentful self-deprecating ukulele match strike of to be so lonely, and then the more hs1 old-fashioned rock epic in she, and then sunflower comes in and goes, "hi, so we've been moping for a while, it's time to get psychedelic with it."

sunflower is the light switching back on (lights up and you know who you are, do you know who you are?), some recovery, some happy memories, still the yearning, but it's giving way to something else. the genius of "does he take you walkin' 'round his parents' gallery?" transforming into "i've got your face hung up high in the gallery." HELLO? nepo boyfriend can take you to SEE the art, but to harry...you ARE the art. he's still self-criticizing and reflecting, but in a less harsh way (not the wandering hands or arrogant son of a bitch, just trying hard not to act a fool). kiss in the kitchen like it's a dance floor! keep it sweet in your memory! we're finding our way through! the silly bizarre nonsense mushroom noises because his humor is sparkling back into view. and then! suddenly! bursting onto the scene in screaming bright color, guitars and dulcimer and whistling and sunshine, is canyon moon, and we're going home!!! an old lover's hippie music! you do not understand (actually you probably do), i love the storytelling that happens there SO much. i LOVE the way sunflower was a turning point in the writing and sits as a turning point on the album itself, where it's like, we've grieved, we've paced, we've been lost and questioned everything, we've felt it all, and now it's time to find the sun again. (take me back to the light...i've been thinking back to a time under the canyon moon. golden is answered in sunflower and canyon moon.) i'm going home and looking to treat people with kindness, in spite of everything. go home and take a deep breath and reflect on everything that's happened, and feel that hurt and that mysterious pull, and remember the love that was there, in six minutes and eighteen seconds of catharsis, and it's all just such a fine line. crisp trepidation (the vocal layering and harmonies there. then the horns at the end!), because the fear is crystalline, but we keep going anyway. that's what we always are, constantly walking along it. we'll be a fine line, over and over, in different ways. maybe that's okay. maybe we'll be alright.

perfect album i am so serious.

ALL that said, because it is such a perfect album and told in such a specific way and follows a story, anything extraneous or that didn't directly enrich it, or was TOO cutting or too sorrowful, he took out, which objectively i understand for the sake of the art, but subjectively and selfishly, i want to know what it was. I NEED. i'll take the even more experimental ones, the bitter and angry songs, or sad ones, or earlier adoring ones, please give them all to me immediately. the fact that this will probably never happen??? i can't think about it!

*jenny slate meme* i had to stop thinking about fine line because it made me too crazy! harry would just be like, "loving you's the antidote -> you've got my devotion, but man, i can hate you sometimes." or "i know that you're scared because i'm so open -> spreading you open is the only way of knowing you..." and i was like, "SCREAMS!!!"

[narrie]

I still think 99% of hsh nominations is on the fact that 2022 was a mid year for music and nothing better came out

hmmm maybe but it should've been four