1.cherry wine - hozier // 2. nothing - lewis watson // 3.you - keaton henson // 4.only love - ben howard // 5.holocene- bon iver // 6. slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer // 7.bones - ben howard // 8. work song - hozier // 9. sweetheart, what have you done to us? - keaton henson // 10.stay - lewis watson // 11.from afar - vance joy // 12. first day of my life - bright eyes // 13. we all die trying to get it right - vance joy // 14. latch (acoustic) - sam smith // 15. cough syrup - young the giant // 16.for emma - bon iver // 17.we found each other in the dark - city and colour // 18.make it to me (stripped) - sam smith // 19.skinny love (cover) - ed sheeran // 20.let it go - james bay // 21.tenerife sea - ed sheeran // 22.your body is a wonderland - john mayer // 23.hold back the river - james bay
okay do me a favor and reblog this with your favorite song in the tags that’s really…soft. like, i’m talking “first day of my life” by bright eyes, “falling in love at a coffee shop” by landon pigg kind of stuff. i wanna make a playlist
songs that make me nostalgic for things that never happened.
run / daughter ; suburbia / troye sivan ; drive / oh wonder ; your best american girl / mitski ; all i want / kodaline ; a better way / andy hull & robert mcdowell ; liability / lorde ; sad dream / sky ferreira ; mess is mine / vance joy ; first day of my life / bright eyes ; always gold / radical face ; swingin party / lorde
misc. journal pages — some things that make me happy, lyrics from “first day of my life” by bright eyes (which is one of my favorite songs ever and if you have never listened to it before i encourage you to listen to it right now), a few of the cities i’d like to visit one day, and this quote from vincent van gogh
“Atlas Hands” - Benjamin Francis Leftwich “Northern Wind” - City and Colour “Stubborn Love” - The Lumineers “Cherry Wine” - Hozier “Holocene” - Bon Iver “No One To Let You Down” - The Head and The Heart “Always Gold” - Radical Face “Blood” - The Middle East “Banana Pancakes” - Jack Johnson “Thank You” - Led Zeppelin “Higher Love” - James Vincent McMorrow “No Shade In the Shadow of the Cross” - Sufjan Stevens “Snaggletooth” - Vance Joy “Maps” - Yeah Yeah Yeahs “Sand” - Keaton Henson “Like Real People Do” - Hozier “Love Love Love” - Of Monsters and Men “First Day Of My Life” - Bright Eyes “No Me, No You, No More” - The Staves “Everything” - Michael Buble
Your story about Betty having a baby with Jughead but him not knowing is so good! I love the plot, if your up for it could you please write a part 5?!?
Hunter padded through the upstairs apartment, his little feet making faint thumping sounds as he rounded the corner, running directly into Jughead who was cleaning off the living room table.
“Woah there, you got changed pretty fast. Are you some kind of superhero?” He raised a brow, bending down to the tiny toddlers level.
Hunter smiled wide and excited
“Superman. Mamma calls me super man!” He explained.
Jughead glanced up at the blonde in question as she leaned against the doorframe, a pair of child’s sized socks and a stuffed dog in her hands, she smiled at the two boys.
“Oh really?” Jughead questioned “well I’ve been told superman can fly? Do you want to try it out?”
The dark haired boys eyes grew wide with excitement and he looked to his mother for approval, something Jughead took note of. When Betty nodded and nudged her head, hunter clapped
Jughead picked up his son and lifted him in the air, putting him on his shoulders and running around the apartment as hunter squealed happily and clutched his father by the neck. After a few minutes Betty stepped into the room, her eyes shining with something Jughead couldn’t quite place.
“Alright my little airplane, it’s time for bed. I know hotdog sure is tired.” She held out the little white stuffed sheepdog, it looked eerily familiar to Jugheads childhood pet and it just so happened his pets name was hotdog as well.
“Okay mama.” The tired little boy agreed jovially, he was so simple, so obedient. He couldn’t help but stare in awe as Betty took him from his arms, she had raised him right.
The tiny makeshift family made their way to the light blue bedroom and Betty placed her son onto the soft grey sheets.
“Alright what’ll we have tonight?”
Hunter looked up,
“Jughead reads to me?” He asked, pulling an old soft cover edition of curious George out from under his pillow and holding it out to Jughead.
Jugheads eyes went wide and he glanced over at Betty, it was his turn to ask for permission. Betty’s eyes were surprisingly soft.
“Sure bug. Ya know Jughead used to read to me all the time. I remember him being pretty good.” She settled beside her sleepy son and Hunter patted the open space beside him.
“Cuddle. We have to” he explained in an almost bored tone. Apparently this was not up for discussion, not that Jughead was complaining.. at all.
Jughead began reading the book and smiled when both Betty and Hunter giggled at the best parts, almost near the end he felt a soft hand clutch his forearm, he looked up to see Betty with a finger on her lips as she glanced down at the now sleeping toddler.
They both slowly pulled themselves off the bed as Betty dropped a kiss to Hunters forehead and Jughead stared down, cautiously brushing a strand of dark black hair off of his sons face. When the door closed, Jughead slumped against it, he hadn’t realized how much love he felt for the little boy but after that.. it was a lot to take in.
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She smiled reassuringly, she always knew when to give him space, Now was one of those times and he watched her walk from the hall.
His son was amazing, he was smart and kind and beautiful. He had missed so much of his life but there was still time, he could still show him what it meant to have a father, someone who loved him endlessly. And then there was Betty, she was so strong to do this all on her own, and then to let Jughead back into their lives, just like that. Not to mention she ran her own business as a single mother. She was amazing, she always had been. He wasn’t losing this, he couldn’t lose his family. It was something he never thought he could have, growing up his family had been in pieces, they were separated and he was always torn between two halves, he saw firsthand the way it destroyed his mother, he would never let that happen to Betty, not on his watch.
He moved into the kitchen and smiled when he saw Betty resting against the counter, two beers in her hand. She smiled when she saw him, holding out the cold beverage and taking a sip from her own.
“So daddy? How’s it feel?” She wasn’t being sarcastic or nasty, she was genuinely curious, if not a little nervous.
Jughead smiled dreamily
“He’s great, he’s so bright and well behaved. You’ve done such a good job Bets, I never thought.. I just… he’s such a good kid ya know? And he’s half me.” He shook his head disbelievingly and Betty laughed, taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch.
“I know, it still amazes me everyday. I’ve never regret a day of my life ever since I had him. He’s made me whole, given me something to live for. The first half of my pregnancy was … rough.” She explained, taking in his guilty eyes.
“It’s not your fault Juggie, it takes two to tango. I just thought… I didn’t know why you had left and my dad.. well let’s just say he didn’t want to have another daughter disgrace him, he told me a few times I would be better off dead.. and after hearing that so much, you start to believe it.”
Jughead fists clenched the arms of the dark brown couch, he wanted to kill Hal Cooper, he was a miserable excuse for a man. He prayed to god that man never crossed his path, sure he had grown but there would always be Southside in him, something popped in his head
“What about my dad.. does my dad know?” Jughead asked.
Betty shook her head and looked away.
“I went to see him, a few times actually but he wouldn’t let me in, I wrote letters and camped outside the trailer. I just wanted him to know.. but.. he wouldn’t let me in.”
Jughead bit back his growl, good old dad.
“You’re not him Jughead.”
He looked up surprised, even after all these years she could still read his thoughts.
“How do you know?” He asked desperately “I’ve never been a father, I don’t have the best example to look up too, how do you know I’m not just like him?”
Betty turned her body towards his on the couch
“Because then it would be okay to say that I’m my mother, I’ve proved myself as a parent so far, it’s your turn now.” Her hand raised to cup his cheek.
He closed his eyes, taking in the soft fingers he had always loved, the feeling of her touching his skin sent lightning shocks through his entire body and before he had a chance to speak a word her lips were on his.
After the immediate shock wore off, he devoured her, pulling her onto his lap, his hands hungrily touching every part of her body, he couldn’t get enough, he couldn’t get close enough. She was a drug, heavy and addictive but she was also rehab and without her he would fade away. He had her slammed against the kitchen cabinets in seconds flat, her lips came to his ear and she whispered
Another sweet love song. Is my hopeless romantic nature showing again? (tucking in my shirt, looking at my ass) It can’t be helped. I will be a hopeless romantic until the day I die, even if I’m the last living HR left on earth.
As I stew in gloom, waiting for my timezone to begin the angelic Hallelujah chorus, I write. Part Five of For the Love of Harry is in the works, I swear, but not ready as of yet. So to keep my readers content, I thought I would pop out a couple of Music Series stories for you.
Please feel free to message me ideas or prompts and I’ll see what I can do!
p.s. Please remember, this is how I interpret these lyrics into story form. I hope each of you who read will interpret it in your own way. Let your creative juices flow!
This is the first day of my life. Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain, suddenly everything changed.
They’re spreading blankets on the beach
Harry walked into the little cafe he frequented, clutching his journal, phone, and a water bottle, all in the same hand, while replacing the sunglasses from his eyes to the top of his head, where they were perched most of the time. It was a nice day in London that day, and he was taking advantage of it. The sun was shining brightly, he had managed to stay out of camera lenses for the most part, and he was hungry for his favorite meal at his favorite little cafe.
As he greeted the staff he had come to know so well, they escorted him to his favorite table and brought him a glass of water, a promise of his ‘usual’ already being made. He smiled at them, thanking them graciously, and pulled out his journal and pen, jotting down some notes that had come to mind so he wouldn’t forget them later.
Hyper-aware as he always was, Harry looked around the room, making sure nobody was taking photos. He liked this table because it was not in view of the windows where paps could easily take his photo through the glass. Harry took a deep breath and cased the room, looking at the different people sitting around. The cafe wasn’t busy as it was an odd time of day for a meal, which he planned that way.
His eyes moved from an elderly couple having a late lunch or early dinner, whichever it was, to a small family of a mum and dad and their infant. Harry smiled as the baby giggled at the parents. The dad was trying to hold his phone out far enough to take a good photo with his family but was struggling. He then noticed a woman at the table next to the family stand and offer to take the photo for them.
“May I help?” you ask.
“Yes, please!” the dad said, thankfully. “Afraid I’m not very good at taking them.”
“It’s not a problem, really,” you smile, taking the phone as the parents crowd in near to their child. “Will you show me a smile, sweet love?” you ask the baby, with one of those high-pitched ‘baby voices’ that makes babies giggle. As if on cue, the baby laughs, grabbing its feet, and you take a couple of quick photos, before handing the phone back to the man, accepting their kind words of appreciation. You sit back in your seat at your little table, smiling at them, and go back to looking at your book you had been reading while waiting on your food.
Yours was the first face that I saw. I think I was blind before I met you
I don’t know where I am, I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
Harry sat watching you, barely blinking. He thought you were lovely, not just for your kind gesture to strangers, but because he found you beautiful. The color of your eyes…the way your hair fell around your face…the smile that would shine after your read something embracing in your book. His curiosity peaked like a loud radar being sounded. He suddenly needed to know everything about you. What were you reading? Did you smell as good as you looked like you would smell? Was your skin as soft as it appeared to be from the distance between you?
“Here you go, Harry!” his waitress said, as she placed his lunch in front of him. “Can I get you anything else?”
Suddenly snapping out of his stare at you, he looked at the waitress, confused. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked.
“Anything else I can get for you?” she repeated.
“Oh,” he said, unbelieving that his plate of food was sitting in front of him. When had she done that? “No…thank you, though,” he answered.
Harry sat for another moment, watching you look at your book, then looking out the window you were sitting near. You smiled at your waiter and shook your head no, that you were fine while waiting on your food to arrive. You glance around the room and notice Harry staring in your direction, and smile softly toward him. You look around at the tables around you, assuming he is looking at someone else, not wanting to make a fool of yourself. But your heart begins to beat a bit faster as you see him stand and walk toward you. You knew who he was. Anyone in their right mind, especially in England, knew who he was. As he stopped in front of you, he smiled the most amazing smile you think you had ever seen, complete with dimples.
“Hi,” you heard him say, nervously. “I’m Harry.” He holds his hand out to you and you shake it gently. You introduce yourself as well as he continues shaking your hand, not releasing it. After an awkward moment of him just staring at you, he clears his throat and turns a slight shade of pink. “Um…I was wondering…if you would care to join me at my table?”
And so I’d thought I’d let you know.
That these things take forever, I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you, And I wondered if I could come home
As you and Harry both finish your lunch, laughing and talking as if you were old friends, you couldn’t help but look at him. He’s so handsome, you thought. And you couldn’t help but notice how he looked at you. He would watch your lips as you talked. He would look you directly in the eyes, like he never wanted to lose his attention to you. He even watched your hands as you moved them about on the table in front of you.
“I don’t want to keep you,” you insist, as he has become quiet once again, saying nothing, only looking at you. “Thank you for keeping me company during lunch.”
“No!” he almost shouted, then quietened again with a smile. “Don’t leave. I mean…” He searched for his words. “Can we…maybe…go somewhere to talk more?” Before you could agree or not, he continued. “Please?”
I remember the time you drove all night, Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange, you said everything changed
You felt as if you just woke up
Harry’s eyes grew large as he saw you walk up to him as he was leaving his hotel to go to the next appointment on his schedule. You hadn’t seen each other in too long, his work keeping him busy away from London. You had been seeing Harry for a few months now and being away from him was difficult for you both. The video chats just weren’t working well enough for either of you anymore. You had to go to him.
“How?” he asked with tears in his eyes. “You were just home last night! You had to have driven all night long to be here now!”
“That’s about right, yeah,” you smile, hugging him tightly. “Just couldn’t be away from you anymore. Hope you don’t mind,” you giggle. “I miss you.”
“Hope I don’t…” he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You feel him breathing against your neck, then whisper into his ear. “Thank you. I’m so happy you’re here. Miss you so much.”
And you said, ”This is the first day of my life. I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care, I could go anywhere with you, And I’d probably be happy”
“Just can’t believe you came all this way to be with me,” he said, back in his hotel room, caressing your hair and kissing you softly, his body practically swallowing you in his hold. “It means more to me than you could ever know, love. I know its taxing being involved with me, my life.” He kisses you passionately, tasting this sweet creature he has grown to love.
“There’s no place I would rather be than where you are,” you say nervously, knowing although it had been a few months, your relationship still quite new, you were comfortable enough to know he had feelings for you as well.
“But, how did you manage with work?” he asks, still kissing around on you lightly.
“Just took a few, it’s fine,” you insist. “Those sad, puppy dog eyes got to me last night. I knew you wanted me here as much as I wanted to be here with you. Relationships are about making sacrifices for each other, doing things for each other.”
He looks at you lovingly. “You know, that first day in the cafe…was the first time I ever believed in love at first sight,” Harry says, honestly. “Didn’t believe it before…’til I saw you. Would have chased you right out of the restaurant had you turned me down to join me.” You both smile, knowing he would have. “Something changed in me that day. Don’t know how to describe it. Feel like…the rest of my life started that day. Does that make sense?”
You smile with tears building in your eyes, nodding because you couldn’t speak.
“I’ve had this…list of thoughts, characteristics…for what the perfect woman for me would be, you know? Beautiful, inside and out…kind…loving…funny…laugh at m’ jokes,” he smiles as you laugh. “Had convinced myself I was never going to find you, that you didn’t exist and I was going to have to lower my expectations or something.” Harry kisses you softly then looks at, tracing his thumb along your lips. “Thank you for existing.”
So if you wanna be with me. With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck, Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides, maybe this time is different. I mean, I really think you like me