#and bless your heart i know you're tryin

[maybebabyplease]

lol I love these questions — 32!!

molly!!!! ask and you shall receive :)

32. What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

the waffle house in amarillo, texas. i grew up in the south and started eating waffle house basically at birth (and probably before -- i'm sure my mom was eating waho while she was pregnant with me) and i literally. did not know that waffle house could taste bad. like i thought that wasn't possible. it's fucking WAFFLE HOUSE, for chrissakes. but the food there was nasty, the waffle house ladies were mean, and we had to cut off a piece of my car in the parking lot (which is not really the waffle house's fault but i do blame the rest of amarillo, texas for their shit roads). if i never go back to amarillo it'll be too soon!

let's get personal

[writingstoraes]

say cheese 📸

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!photographer!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: lucky me this made it out of my drafts 🎉 lmk what you guys think! also if anyone wants to be part of my permanent taglist, pls lmk hehe

about: fans absolutely adore the way you are able to capture charles in photos (plus what's a little harm with an accidental post that made its way to your account)

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari Outtakes from Montreal 🍁

lightningleclerc I FEEL BLESSED

forzaforeva Congratulations, Charles! Amazed by the amount of work you put in every race weekend. Hoping for good results next GP 💪

livelovecarlos whoever took the last photo needs a raise actually

lecssaint i think y/n took this photo! but true lol she photographs charles so well its crazy

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari Mode: push 🏎️

vettelegend Such a good picture! Good luck, Charles! ❤️

lestappenfilmz ferrari's photographer in love with charles' eyes just as much as i am

f1thusiast y/n please speak into the mic

ssainzluvr carlos version where?????

scuderiaferrari Just posted! We'd never leave a driver behind 🤗 lecssssainz who the fuck are you tryin to fool

scuderiaferrari

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scuderiaferrari Charles clad in his special colors ❤️🤍

alonstroll The photographer working overtime so the Ferrari admins can distract us once again from the terrible strategy lol

popstarz LOOOVE THIS GIVE Y/N A RAISE IMMEDIATELY

finelineleclerc real when charles doesnt post i head over to her account just to get crumbs pls

ynfilms

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ynfilms back in monaco 🌊

charles_leclerc Props for taking the second picture, not thrilled on diving a fourth time if ever you didn't 😁

landonando THE FIRST PICTURE??? I CANT BREATHE???

eudeleclerc he's definitely carved by god himself like

charmleclerc thank you for your service, queen 🙏

moneqazques came back here after all the y/n hype on twitter, what a legend

ynfilms

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ynfilms hard at work; improving day by day.

charles_leclerc Ah so that's why there was a click sound behind me yesterday

ynfilms just doing my job, charlie 🙏

forzaforeva the il predestinato is il predestinato-ing

schumangels Love this ❤️

ynfilms

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ynfilms out and about in barcelona 🏔️

lecs1655 queen providing our delusional asses we thank you, really

sainzchamp Charles and his pista god what a combo

ynfilms

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ynfilms love you to the moon and saturn :)

landonando MAM???? WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO POST THIS

oconsgirl HELLO???SJSNJJ

grandprizcx im fucking crying so much for soft launches?????

ricciardos My best guess is this wasn't supposed to be posted in this account....

lecshamilt0n posting a picture of charles so boyfriend-y and so intimate to a taylor swift lyric is just so sick!!!

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc I always thought I was just a fan of cameras, turns out, I loved smiling in photos when you're the one behind the lenses. I do not know the first thing about photography, but I do know every picture of you I have deserves to be treasured.

The day you took your first picture of me was the same day you captured my heart. It's been yours ever since.

tagged: yourusername and ynfilms

carlossainz55 Does this mean Y/N will stop being my photographer at Ferrari

charles_leclerc Yeah cause she's my girlfriend yourusername no carlos, don't listen to him

charlosfan god no wonder she captures charles so well??? cause they have each other's hearts???

gaslysgirl Did not think going on Instagram will only remind me how loveless my life really is but ok

sainznorris FINALLY MY PARENTS

yourusername you know what i'm kinda glad i forgot to switch accounts and posted that on my work photography ig (hehe love you, baby)

charles_leclerc More glad than you cause I finally get to show you off pierregasly You put the cheesy in say cheese mate

yourusername

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yourusername i was about to quit photography as a whole when i got accepted as a photographer for ferrari. who knew accepting this job when i was on the brink of losing what i was passionate about would only be the reason why i wake up every day doing what i love and living my best life.

bonus: i met the love of my life while doing it 🤍 it was later that i realized i don't just love taking pictures in general, i adored who i was taking photos of.

took a while before we shared with the world what we meant to each other, but the answer to why i capture charles so well — i take photos from my heart, which incidentally, belongs to him.

reputationcl who's cutting onions whhy are there tears in my eyes

sainzoperator THIS SOME SWEET ASS SHIT I CANT TAKE IT

lovingscuderia sleeping on a highway doesnt sound like a bad idea

danielricciardo EVERYONE RUN! The ants are here...

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12

notes: this took like 2 hours lolol lmk what u guys think <3 hopefully i can finish all my wip's and get to the requests hehe thank you for reading :D

[jawstan]

we always talk about how carmy or lip eats pussy so fucking well and yes I agree, but let's thinking about jeremy and fuck i know he's devour it.

this man would be that man to own the 'eat pussy, it's vegan' shirt. he's so enthusiastic about it. i just know with my whole heart and soul he eats you like he's been starved for months. he's devouring you, for sure, and is deffo sloppy with it. this man isn't afraid to get messy during normal sex, so ofc he's going to practically drown himself in your arousal. theres so much spit it's soaking down to leave a rather large wet spot on the sheets. wants you to cum on his tongue and only his tongue, and god damn is he good with it. he's the type to playfully nip at your clit while you try to squirm away from him. says something along the lines of "don't run from me, m' just tryin' t'make ya feel good, sweetheart." and knowing that you're a whore for his nose, he would rubbing it so slowly in ur clit making you drip and cletch while uses that brute strength of his (god bless) to keep your thighs pinned and held over his shoulders until he's satisfied. does not accept his meal as finished until you're squirting and your voice has gone gravely from crying out his name.

[petitemistletoe]

rewrite your elvis fic why’d you only call me when you’re high but with one of the marauders?

Title: Why'd You Only Call me When You're High?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, drugs, old school rocker vibes

Word Count: 1.9K+

A/N: this could only be written about Sirius I'm sorry! He's so rockstar coded! happy holidays y'all :)

… The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

Sirius finished his line of coke, flipping his head up and sniffing harshly. He gave himself a long look in the mirror. He looked great, obviously: leather jacket over a bare chest, a tangle silver and gold necklaces of varying lengths cascading down his neck to his chest. Most of his tattoos were visible and his pair of leather pants were impossibly tight. His fingers were adorned with a number of rings and his hair was that perfect combination of messed up and carefully styled. His eyeliner was smudged around his eyes and he couldn’t quite tell if his eyes were so dark from the eyeliner or from the lack of sleep. 

Sirius couldn’t remember the last time he had had a solid night of sleep, but that was the nature of touring. Of course his bandmates weren’t like he was. James was boring and married with a kid, who Sirius obviously doted on, but James spent all his time when they weren’t performing or practicing with Lily and Harry. Remus was dating this guy Grant who really got under Sirius’s skin. Was it because Sirius and Remus had had a fling, an excellent mind-blowing fling, and when Remus pushed for more Sirius said no and Remus moved onto Grant? Maybe. Was it because Grant was disgustingly kind and sweet and felt like the absolute antithesis of Sirius? Maybe. Was it because Grant had gotten Remus into tea and biscuits rather than coke and pills? Maybe it was that too. And then there was Peter. Peter, bless his heart, tried his absolute best but the coke made his nose bleed, pills made him constipated, and liquor made him vomit. So most nights after a show, James would go home to Lily and Harry, Remus would go home to Grant, Peter would go home to god knows who (probably his cats or gerbils or whatever), and Sirius would go anywhere but home. 

He had liked groupies, townies, the international girls and guys, but he liked you most of all. You were a bit of a forbidden fruit, you were his brother Regulus’s best friend, but that made it all the more appealing. Sirius only went home, only spent the night in his bed, if he knew you would be there too. 

Sirius dialed your number as he made his way home in the backseat of his limo. He was rolling something that he wasn’t sure if it was a joint or a cigarette as the phone rang. He did a double take as he drove past Newt Scamander’s house. Newt Scamander was an old school rocker, a living legend basically, and even though he was a little past his prime looks-wise, he was still a sex symbol. But it wasn’t just Newt’s house that caused Sirius’s double take, it was the fact that he thought he saw walking out of Newt’s house, carrying your phone in one hand and your heels in the other. Sirius shook the thought from his brain, figuring that he was so high he probably just saw a tree branch or something. Sirius got your voicemail but he knew, despite the late hour, that you were not asleep. He dialed you again. And again. And again. Until finally he heard your voice.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” You sounded annoyed but he just laughed it off as he walked into his house, stepping out of his boots and kicking them off somewhere, stripping his sweaty clothes haphazardly and letting them fall off his body haphazardly. 

“That’s how you answer the phone? No hi?” Sirius teased, falling back on his bed and stretching his sore muscles. 

“Hi.” You said pointedly, “why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

“I’m not high.” Sirius said, taking a long drag of his spliff. 

“It’s three in the morning, Sirius.”

“Come over baby.” Sirius crooned. 

“You’re still talking the same shite you always did.” You were rolling your eyes, Sirius knew you were. 

“It’s harder and harder to get you to listen, baby.” Sirius said, a bite of annoyance coming through. He was on the come down from his earlier line and and was getting irritated. 

“Luckily for you I’m incapable of making alright decisions. I’ll see you in a few.” You disconnected the call. 

Sirius finished his spliff and began to roll another one. There were a few messages on his phone from James, he was probably up at one of those late night feedings for Harry. He started to read through them when he heard his door open and shut and after a few moments you were in his bedroom, crawling your way up the bed towards him. 

“That was fast.” Sirius frowned. Usually it took you at least fifteen minutes to get from your place to his, even in the dead of night when no one was out on the street. 

“You complaining?” You asked, pulling your shirt over your head as you straddled him. Sirius was going to question things more but suddenly your tits were in his face and he forgot all about that. 

… Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite

I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

He buried his face between your tits and groaned,

“This is my favorite place in the absolute world.”

“Well make yourself useful, Black, and stimulate my nipples.” You said, gripping his hair harshly. Sirius obliged, wrapping his lips around one of your hard nipples and his nimble fingers flew to other one, tweaking and pinching it. You were grinding down in his lap against his hard-on until his lips moved from nipples up around the curvature of your breast, then up your clavicle, then up your neck, until he got up to your lips. Before he could connect his lips to yours, you pulled back and made your way down his body and wrapped your hand around his cock. Sirius gasped as you ran your hand between your legs to lubricate it and then started jerking Sirius off. You laid flat on your stomach between Sirius’s legs and continued jerking him as you lightly sucked one of his balls into your mouth. Sirius went from the light gasps to strangled, intense moans and he felt like his lungs were about the collapse. 

“Get up,” he choked out, “I need to be inside you.”

You lifted yourself up and without much warning you seated yourself on Sirius’s cock. Sirius groaned and held your hips hard in place, preventing you from moving. 

“Sirius, come on.” You whined, your nose touching his as you tried to move again. Sirius released his grip and started fucking up into you hard. Sirius lifted his jaw, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. You pulled away harshly, pushing yourself up so you were no longer pressed against his chest. Sirius thought about saying something but then you moved your hips in the most delicious way and he forgot all about it. Sirius pulled you off of him and flipped you over, bending you over so your chest and face were pressed against the mattress and your hips were up in the air. There was a tattoo at the base of your back that had have been new. He pushed into you, his hands grasping your hips like he was about to fall off the edge of a cliff. 

He was close, so so close to finishing, but he was distracted by the tattoo on your back. It looked like a constellation, it was vaguely familiar looking, maybe it was something that he had studied in an astronomy course. One of the stars on the constellations was darker than the rest and it had a small green glow mark around it. 

“Did you snort too much or something? I’m getting rug burn here.” You said, turning and looking over your shoulder at Sirius. Sirius’s eyes snapped back up to yours and as he locked eyes with you he came. He always tried to pull out but he was caught off guard this time that he came inside you.

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?”

“Fuck Sirius!” You snapped, jumping off him and running to the bathroom. 

“Sorry,” Sirius murmured. It was weird…that tattoo was so so weird. It felt like something was sitting on chest he was so strangled by the idea that he had seen that exact constellation before.

“Fuck Sirius,” you repeated, walking back into his room and shaking your head, “I gotta get a morning after pill tomorrow.” You walked over to Sirius’s discarded tight leather pants and pulled out a few crumpled up bills that were in his pockets. “This is why I fucking hate having sex with you when you’re high.”

“I’m not high,” Sirius said weakly, still staring at your tattoo as you were bent over digging through his pockets.

“You only ever call me when you’re high.” You said, straightening up and starting to pull on your clothes.

“You aren’t staying?” Sirius felt like he was running out of time.

“I, uh, have to be up in the morning so I need to have an…early night.” You said, not looking Sirius in the eyes. 

“Am I starting to bore you baby?”

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

… And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I

It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time

I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

You said you gotta be up in the mornin'

Gonna have an early night

And you're startin' to bore me, baby

“I’m fine, Sirius. I just have an early morning.” You said in a snippier tone than Sirius had ever expected to hear from you.

“What’s that tattoo on your back?” Sirius stormed across the room and grabbed you by the arm harshly. 

“It’s the constellation Leo.” You snapped back, glaring up at Sirius.

“And what’s the glow on that star?” Sirius didn’t know why he was getting so upset but his blood pressure was only continuing to rise as he looked at you and thought about that tattoo.

“You really don’t know?” You smiled cruelly. “You really don’t recognize it.”

“What is it?” Sirius could feel his nose bleeding and he wiped at it. There was a streak of smeared blood on his cupid’s bow.

“It’s the star Regulus.” You grinned.

“Why’d you have to be such a bitch?” Sirius screamed.

“Why’d you have to be?” You retorted.

“Why’d you always lie?”

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

… "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?”

[foxes-that-run]

Now that we don't talk

In the 2012-2014 timeline our girl went through it in the space a week. It’s like an emotional advent calendar and we get the prizes:

Sunday:  Harry misses his flight because he didn’t have his passport. Keep Driving: “Passports in foot wells”

Monday: New Year’s Eve 2012 – The world’s most public kiss

Tuesday:  New Year’s Day & they leave for the Virgin Islands

Wednesday: Taylor's hair pinned up for Right where you left me

Thursday: (maybe) Maroon's hickie & the wine soaked dress

Friday: Taylor's boat trip Say don’t go and Is it Over now?

Saturday (maybe) From the Dining Table, then Harry goes to Richard Branson’s island …and that’s what you missed on Glee.

Update: Thank you @this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 and their ace detective skills, NTWDT is copyrighted 2014, so updated here, the old post is here.

In the voice memo Taylor says:

Now that we don't talk is one of my favorite songs that was left behind it was so hard to leave it behind but I think we wrote it a little bit towards the end of the process and we couldn't get the production right at the time. I think it's the shortest song I've ever had but I think it packs a punch I think it really goes in for the short amount of time we have I think it makes its point.

The last tracks were between January 2014 (Say don't go) and 19 February 2014 (Style).

The period they didn't talk was a minimum of 3 weeks to the NRG awards, in HYGTG she said 6 months which is June.

For context, Harry was 18 and it appears all he did was post photos in a hot tub. It was a s***ty thing to do, but when the song was finally written they were freshly back together and he wrote Stockholm Syndrome with:

"Who's this man that's holding your hand and talking 'bout your eyes? (Oh-oh-oh) / Used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind (Oh-oh-oh)"

From then he was then a giggling BF he's adopting kittens and continued to sing about her eyes for another 10 years.

Lyrics [Verse 1] You went to a party I heard from everybody You part the crowd like the Red Sea Don't even get me started Did you get anxious though On the way home? I guess I'll never, ever know Now that we don't talk

She did hear from everybody, it was huge news.

'Did you get anxious on the way home' got me in the feels, in New Years Day she talked of him squeezing her hand three times in the backseat to say it will be OK. This breaks my heart so much to think that song and this are about 1 week.

[Verse 2] You grew your hair long You got new icons And from the outside It looks like you're tryin' lives on I miss the old ways You didn't have to change But I guess I don't have a say Now that we don't talk

2 weeks after Taylor left on a boat, Harry acquired his Butterfly Tattoo on 22 January. A week later they saw each other for the first time on 27th January at the NRG Awards in Paris. The Cannes sunset photos are from the hotel they both stayed in. Part 2 of also within a week:

[Chorus] I call my mom, she said that it was for the best Remind myself, the morе I gave, you'd want me less I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost And what it cost, now that we don't talk

Bless Andrea Swift all she has given this world, most especially for comforting Taylor when 18 year old’s pop stars hang out with billionaires. Everytime I hear this I imagine Andrew saying "put it in a song!"

They later did bury the hatchet People now reports them as friends. They have also sung about their chemistry in relation to that friendship though in Delicate, nice to have a friend and Fine Line. [Verse 3] What do you tell your friends we Shared dinners, long weekends with? Truth is, I can't pretend it's Platonic, it's just ended, so

Harry and Taylor shared (and continued to) share a lot of friends, to me this line is similar to Maroon where she refers to Rubies she gave up, the Junior Jewels shirt refers to her friends as jewels.

Taylor and Harry go on to have a discography just about this very line, can they be friends when they have such great chemistry? I have a list in Glitch

[Outro] I don't have to pretend I like acid rock Or that I'd like to be on a mega yacht With important men who think important thoughts Guess maybe I am better off now that we don't talk And the only way back to my dignity Was to turn into a shrouded mystery Just like I had been when you were chasing me Guess this is how it has to be now that we don't talk

Harry has diverse music tastes, but does love Pink Floyd and has a Grateful Dead ring he wears often.

To me the shrouded mystery line is a mystery, Taylor was ending the Red World Tour and later in the year embarked on the most active publicity of her career and 1989 World Tour, but in the moment I guess. She and Harry did not speak for some months, by the end of the year they were saying they were on good terms and based on later songs we know were back together before the end of 2013

[enc95]

Kiri is braiding his hair. "What are they talking about?"

"Dad what's you want to come back to us." Her hands pause. "I miss you so does Lo'ak and Neteyam."

"I know." He leans back fully in her lap. " You have a mom and dad there and a mother here. I don't. When your dad holds you do you feel safe?"

 She nods her dad was great in his arms, she never felt afraid. "Does anyone in the village make you feel safe?"

"One person but they wouldn't want me."

"Oh I think you might be surprised." A woman says her in playful voice.

The two gasp. "Mama!"

Kiri stands jumping into the blue blue arms of Grace. Spider blushes; it was rare that any adults saw him being that affectate with Kiri. It wasn't looked down upon; many Na'vi kids had close friendships like theirs but Spider was Spider. Kiri was all smiles as she cuddled with the woman. "Mama I missed you."

"Oh my pretty girl I've been here." The two nuzzle each other. "I came to help your friend."

Spider gets really red now. "Me?"

Holding out a long hand she leads them to the fighting adults. Slywanin has a murderous look in her eyes. Tsu'tey was holding her back. Jake had said that he would look after Spider. "You! You didn't make him a songcord!"

Spider leans into Grace's leg hiding himself. It made him feel very sad that he didn't have a song chord. That others got to wear a record of their life with the pretty beads and smooth rocks. He asked Norm if he had anything like that. He showed him a medical file it made him feel worse. The feeling only deepened when Nash and Mary started a Baby Box with their first kid. 

"Children!"

They all stop yelling, especially seeing the wide eyes of Spider with tears. Jake softens. "You're right."

Slywanian crosses her arms. “I know I’m right you shxwang.”

"I have heard Eywa,” Grace says, ending the conversation. “She said while Spider may stay if he chooses. But if he wants to return he may do so with her blessing."

"What kind of blessing?" Kiri ask still holding Mothers her neck. 

"Spider at his return will be able to breathe air, to eat the foods of the Na'vi." Her hand caresses his face. "He'll be a Na'vi soul in human form."

"Really?" Both Kiri and Spider ask.

Sylwanin even looks taken aback. She motions for Spider to join her. He does so climbing into her arms. "Why would she do that?"

Grace has a sorrowful look as she strokes Kiri’s hair, seeing her daughter grow gave her more joy then she ever had in life but it tore her heart to hear Kiri calling Neytiri mother. Even though her student had done and continued to do a wonderful job as her parents. “Because we are dead and these children are not. In the world they will live and grow. All any mother wants is for her child to grow into an adult to live a full life.”

“My love we have to think of him.” Tsu’tey says his hand on Sylwanin's back. 

Spider for the first time did want to go back but he was in the arms of a woman who had so easily accepted him as her  child. Even if he was back there, who would do that? Part of what made this place heaven was that when people died they had no problems. His father had sent many of them here but they were here forever safe with the ability to see loved ones. The ones left behind could see them too. She was holding him her hand on his head as if to shield him from the choice.

Jake steps forward. “Spider?”

The boy hides in the hair. “Please make him leave.”

Tsu’tey glares at him. “You can go now Jake Suli comes back with these gaudiens.”

The man felt like he’d been slapped back into the world which he kinda had been. Kiri joines him a moment later. Her head on his thigh, her round amber eyes looking at him. “Daddy you are gonna find Spider a parent here right?”

His hand pets her head. “I’m tryin’ baby girl.”

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Jake had said the site of the old shack was not to be visited. It was a place of darkness where the demon lay. The shame of not burying the dead was a punishment the last they could give. She came here before she watched him rot. The smell was horrible. She had been pregnant then. Being so young she needed to see the monster rot. It was the only way she knew that her child would be safe. 

She was back again. 

“Demon?” Not touching him she could hear him.

“ Hello Mrs. Sully, long time, how is my Boy?” He was in the still air.

She turns defensive of the child, “He is not yours.”

“ Oh who does he belong to then? No one wants him, he'll grow-up one day, you know this.”

“No,” Her hand is on the knife, her voice tight with anger. “He is blessed.”

There was a derogatory laugh. “ Come on now you don’t believe that. Anything that comes from me is bad. We both know that why you come here.”

“No,” She screams it out the word echoes in the still air. This demon was nothing but bones how did he still have power over her. “No.” It's a softer sound now when she was called Spider, a demon he never tried to defend himself. He would just leave to shed his tears in silence. Neytiri knew the words hurt but now she knew just how much. “You are dead.”

A branch snaps she draws her arrow, shooting it into the darkness. That mocking tone speaks again. “ I might be dead but you're the one who keeping here.”

“What?”

“I live in your mind dearling, you might have killed my body but here I’m alive here.” A pain sparks in her mind; it hits hard, forcing her to her knees.

A mother nantang comes out the brush dropping the arrow at her feet, with her is a  trio of pups sniffing the remains. These animals had never known the man in the metal suit. Spider didn’t know him either, she sits by the bones watching the pups play over them.  

"No." She impales the arrow into the ground feeling a weight come off of her body; it was like heavy stone had been placed on her shoulders. Standing the animals run. “Demon, you are dead I kill you.”

That night as the people gather for the meal  Mo’at stands before them. “My People I have a story. It was many years ago long before our grandparents' parents were born. It was a time of war among two clans whose names are only to the Great mother now. One clan was victorious in this battle leaving only one child alive from the enemy clan.”

Lo’ak and Neteyam lean into Jake's side as Kiri safe in Neytiri’s arms shutters at the loss of a whole clan. “Why is she telling this story?”

“It is a lesson ma Jake.” Eywa had spoken her storm was readying them for the change to come.

“This child was brought back to the clan's territory but he was never made a child of these people. He lived the life of a ghost never truly being seen as one of them. It planted a bitter seed in his soul. Forbidden from even sharing the site of the Great Mother so he couldn’t even find peace with his ancestors.” She pauses, letting the words sink in the home that they have a connection to the past.

“It was only when he reached the age of manhood that he was sent out into the world. However with no clan to teach him he soon found himself starving. The bitter seed sprouted into hunger for vengeance.” A wind whips the fire sending bits of ash into the crowds. “He knew he would be dead so he returned that night. Setting the whole village on fire, the screams heard for miles around the story trusted the tshaki of each surviving clan. It is a truth that even the youngest among us must understand.” Her eyes are pointed to her daughter. “A child not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.”

“Why?” A voice says from the back of the crowd. “Why do you tell us this story now?”

Looking at Kiri Jake stands. “Spider. The humans have abandoned him…they would be content to let his body fail to leave him with the Great Mother.”

Whispers break out he was human but a child. Children were not meant to die so young had he been one of them he would still wouldn't be allowed outside the village. They are all silenced with a rise of Mo’ats hand. “It is true Ewya in her infant grace has seen fit to give him a gift. Should Spider return to us he will be changed, able to eat our food and breathe our air.”

“Who will care for him?”

“He is cursed.”

“He is blessed.”

“Who can even love him?”

“Not even Trouk Maktu had taken the boy.”

“My people.” Her voice is raised again. “Be calm, for I have chosen to take him as my son. He will live with me under my protection. I know some among you are blinded by the actions of his father and mother. He was babe when our home fell. Spider was born here and he chose to live as we do. Eywa has spoken who will speak against the mother.”

There are nods between people in agreement. Jake moves swiftly, “I was once a human I chose to leave behind. You let me be my people. Human science couldn’t make Spider Na'vi Eywa know him; she says he is her son. I will gladly call him brother. It was my arrogance that has robbed me of calling him my son.”

Eyes turn to Neytiri, all eyes as even Spider in the old tree see’s her safe in Slyawanins arms. “I will accept him as my brother.”

As they move to sleeping pods, Mo’at stops her daughter. “Did you mean that daughter? Would defend him?”

“I will.” The words flow out her mouth as smooth as if she was talking about her own children.

Mo'at nods that it was a lesson painful to learn. Holding a piece of wood Mo'at nods. "You are the eldest daughter, it is your responsibility to make weapons for your siblings. Will you make your brother a bow?"

I was the wood of an old hometree, they had taken as much of it as possible. Everyone who lived got a bead made from the tree. The shared loss of their home. Taking the wood it was small his bow would be small even as an adult it would be child size. Putting her hands over her mothers the two locked eyes. "It will be my honor mother."

As the rest of the tree sleeps Spider holds onto his pseudo parents. “I don’t know what to do now? I love you both.”

“We love you too, we always will find you here all the time.” The man says even his voice is thick with tears.

Slywanin holds him breathing in the scent of the boy, all her life she dreamed of being a mother raising sons with Tsu’tey in peace was all she wanted. Now she had a taste of it. “Grace is right, you can grow there.”

His mind goes back to the fire there where people who didn’t like that Spider would come back. A human pet was a fine thing but a human son that was not tolerated. “Not everyone will like me.”

“Most will and do. There has never been sky na’vi before you are a miracle.”

Spider made his way the next morning to Trudy’s shack. There was nice music playing in the room. She had given him a cookie. “I didn’t think it would be this hard. I’ve never been wanted by anyone now I have to two woman ready to be my mother.” 

“Your mother wanted you. Paz could have gotten rid of you but she didn't. She was willing to spend eighteen years here to raise you. It's why she fought on the side of the RDA, she didn’t care about the company she wanted you to live.”

He nibbles on his cookie. “Why can’t she be here too?”

“Spider our actions have a cost good bad in between we all get judged.” She lets him sit with her words.

It wasn’t fair Pandora wasn’t a place for human kids. Paz knew that the RDA wasn’t set-up for kids the handful of times that a woman did get pregnant she would abort. A few tired to make it to term but they didn’t make it. Paz said that any kid of hers would be too tough to kill coming from the droughtlands of Southern California. She grow-up hustling water as every oz was needed for crops. Quaritch was from the delta storms that would come in, washing away whole towns; both of them were too stubborn to let earth kill them. It was that the offspring of that pair would near indestructible. Hell  technically he was brain dead but here he was eating in her kitchen.

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Norm was pacing when Jake landed; it was nearly an eclipse. The last scan had shown his brain was starting to atrophy. They had been working his legs and arms while his body had started to fail.  "Finally did you find someone? Is he coming back?"

Jake smiles. "Mo'at. She said she would take him." His face goes through a few shades of red. "And your mate was okay with that?"

"Yeah." In fact she was making his bow now. "Brother you're about to lose your shit." 

Mo'at was good as tsahki she does hold power in the village. It would protect Spider he was anxious about Spider being so far from them. Really from him since Norm had spent the last three years rising him. Here he was an orphan his Dad was an asshole but not the demon that Na'vi saw him as. Spider living close to the village alone he hoped that the boy would miss the compound enough to visit. At least he would come a few times a week for human lessons. "That's good Mo'at is good."

 Now for the hard part. "Grace was me when I was with him. Eywa said…" Don't be a pussy Sully his marine voice says. "She said that when Spider returns he'll be different."

Turning from the pacing Norm is slightly paler. "Different?" He was expecting that his mind was in another realm even Jake came back different. It took time for him to adjust. "How is it different?"

Ewya said that she would change him so that he could breathe our air and eat our food." Nothing, no sound comes from the norm. Peering down Jake isn't sure the man is breathing. The mask is hissing but the chest isn't moving. He pokes him. "Norm?"

His eyes dim then he takes a huge breath. "Okay. I think my brain shorted out for a minute. I thought you said Spider our human Spider will be able to breathe the highly toxic air that almost killed you."

"And eat the food."

The short laugh norm lets out is more like a horrified gasp. "The food that causes our hearts to stop or tumors on the liver or the stuff that paralyzes our lungs that's what he can eat?"

"Yeah."

"And if I say no." His breathing was almost at panic level.

Now Jake crosses his arms. "Norm you one of the tallest here and I inspect but my six year old is about to be taller than you. How would you stop me?"

It takes him a minute to think it over. "Fine but I will be living in the shack for a while making sure his transition goes smoothly. If he even gets one rash I'll bring him back here."

Holding out his hand. "Fair."

Max and a few other trusted friends, the one carried for Spider who visited him, loaded the boy into the helicopter. They all share a look, no matter what happens when they get there Spider won’t be theirs’. In truth they had done the best they could; they hoped it would be enough to have called the boy back. Nina, a chemist , had removed the paper gown putting the twsin on his body. “He ever liked human clothes.”

“To be fair he didn’t wear them when he was a baby.” Asher said thinking of the baby Spider running in the lab with just a diaper. Those early years of learning how to cut clothes to child size made of Spider’s early childhood years spent in oversized t-shirts. When they finally managed to get a pair of shorts he hated them. 

Max had let out the locks, the curly hair hung like a veil of gold rings. “Our wild man.”

Jake stood before the tree of souls it was pulsing as the village members sat in the circles. All the adults had come either it was respect for mo’at, fear of Eywa or just because it was right. The children and teenagers stood to the sides watching. Kiri, Lo’ak and Neteyam are at the center. Mo’at sets them in semi-circle. “Be strong he will be laying here Lo’ak you hold his hand on his left. Neteyam you will hold the right.”

Both boys nod. “We will.”

“Kir when they lay him down I want you to put your hand on his heart guide his soul back.”

“I won’t let him stray away.”

Spider sat on the rock that he and Kiri liked most; it had a smooth flat surface big enough for the two of them to sit on. Now it was him and Slywanin, she was painting him, “Thanks but I can’t take anything with me.” He looks over at Tsu’tey. “Right?”

The man holds a bead that was carved by a father for a son. “I don’t know, my son.” He puts the small piece of red amber in his hand. He had carried the amber with him since he was a young boy. His father had found the amber saying it was part of a large chunk that he carved his brother's  beads from; this was the last piece meant for his child. “The great mother tells us that all energy is connected. I was buried with this but like you I think it's time it needs to return to the people.”

Spider held it like it was fragile glass, his eyes well with tears. “I don’t have a songcord.”

Kissing the top of his head his spirit father looks him in the eyes. “You will.”

A atrokinria floats down to the rock Slywanin nods like was speaking. “You follow it back.”

He hugs them both. “I’ll come back here and tell you all about training.” 

Tsu’tey lets out a hard breath. “Don’t listen to everything Jake Suli says he might be toruk makto but was a sky master.”

Knowing the change in her sister Sylwanin gives the boy encouragement. “My sister will try to mend her past mistakes.” Her blue hand is on his chest. “Listen to your heart, it will tell you when it's mended.”

“I will.” He promises holding the bead in his hand he walks forward into the unknown. Like the day he fell he’s alone still not afraid. This time he knows who is with him, she is in the air a cool breeze that soothes the body on a hot day. The whiff of the warm fire after a cold morning of gathering mushrooms. Feeling his arms get heavy he hears a new sound, the voice of Mo’at she is calling. Each step is like moving in knee deep mud. Thinking he was almost there he fell on his back. The woodsprites surrounded him.

[marksbear]

Hey great blog It's a blessing to find a male reader blog in tumblr can I request a steven strange with top male reader who is a human and stephen meets him at another universe and fucks up during a mission so the reader can't go back to his own universe so stephen brings him back to the sanctum to make it up to him?

Hey thank you! Warnings! Lime, Western reader, Power bottom Stephen. and etc

STEPHEN STRANGE X MALE READER.

"Now what the fuck." You say to yourself. As you look around at the location you are in. You were just about to go on a ride with your gang with the horses to rob a bank in 1865 or better known as the 19th century. But now you are looking at a bunch of people arguing with one another. You start to walk backwards when you hit something or you should say someone. You turn around and flinch back when you see someone green and big. "What in the name of god are you!" You shout out to him.

"Great strange. You had one job and it was to get an object that can save this place. BUT you brought back a damn cowboy!" Tony shouts frustrated looking at Stephen. Stephen opens his mouth to defend himself but Steve cuts him off. "Stark calm down. He actually might be useful." He looks at the man up and down looking at how he dressed and what he sounds like. "I'm guessing you're from the 80s ?" Steve ask. "Well duh." He answers with a tone that says are you stupid or something? Clint and Natasha laugh and leave the room. "Well strange hes your problem now." Nick says while signaling everyone to leave and follow him. Which leaves the stranger and the Doctor alone "You one of dem devil people aren't ya?" The stranger asks looking at Doctor strange eyeing him up and down. The doctor lets out a huge sigh feeling this is gonna be a headache.

They have been trying for hours to get the stranger back to his universe but nothing works. Doctor strange kept trying to focus but Y/n keeps acting like a kid trying to explore and ask questions. "They don have one of these where I come from." Y/n says while looking at one of Tony's suits. "Yeah I know" Doctor strange says without even turning around to see what he's looking at.

"I give up." Strange says dropping his head down on the desk sighing in defeat. He looks up to see what the stranger is doing. Hes just staring outside mumbling under his breath. "So you're a cowboy?" The stranger nods and turns to look strange. "Me name is Y/n L/n. I'm the leader of g/n. Some folks call me and my friends outlaws. But were just tryin to live just like dem." The comment makes Stephen heart ache a little and sees Y/n more like a person than just a mistake he made. Stephen opens a portal and brings Y/n in. "Can ye stop makin dem devil circles?" Stephen laughs and shows Y/n around the sanctum. "Cool place ya got Devil man." "My name is Stephen strange not devil man." Stephen says annoyed looking at Y/n and that causes Y/n to smirk but apologies. "Soo are ye gonna take me home or what?" Y/n ask looking at Stephen who's shaking his head no. "But to make it up to you..." Stephen pushes y/n into a portal. Y/n falls onto the bed and the surprise makes him yelp. Stephen gets on top Y/n kissing him. The two make out for a while until they need to breathe. Y/n looks astonished that he just kissed a man and liked it. "Y-you kissed me!?" He looks at Stephen. "W-we can both get in trouble w-were both men-." Stephen cuts him off by making out with him again. They pull away with a string of saliva following them. Stephen gives him one last kiss before taking both of their clothes off. Stephen grabs a bottle of lube and squirts it onto Y/n cock. Y/n flinches at the coldness down there and moans with Stephen jerking and rubbing his cock. Once Y/n cock was all lubed up Stephen lines himself up and slowly goes down on it.

"F-Fuck Stephen!"

[loveydoveylex]

i super adore your blog, the art of you and Rayman is so cute but seeing the posts you make and reblog about self shippin have really been revamping how I look at some stuff I've been writing and why I always felt a little off when tryin to roleplay some stuff and characters. I'm so glad I found you after rediscovering Rayman this year (or last year now I guess lol), you've really helped me out with somethign I didn't even know I was thinking about. Keep at it with the cute art, you and ray so deserve each other, king <3

AWH, BLESS YOUR HEART, ANON! 💖 you're too kind! I'm really, really glad that my lil gay blog here could help you in that regard <3 I hope you have a nice week! 🥹

[moemoemammon]

So bear with me. MC sleeps like a rock. A bomb could go off next to them, and they don't wake up. Now, add shallow breathing, and they look like a corpse. You could mistake them for a corpse if you don't check their pulse.

How would the brothers (+ datables if you're not too picky hehe) react to the first time waking them up for school only to think they probably died in their sleep on day one??

Sleeping Like a Corpse!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer didn’t think much of you when you arrived, now could he be bothered to personally make sure you peeled yourself out of bed in the morning. So naturally, he sent Mammon to go do it.

But when Mammon came back complaining about how you didn’t budge an inch, big bro realized he’d have to take care of it himself, like usual.

He figured slamming your door open would’ve done the trick, but you remain still. And as much as he wants to drag you out of bed by the ankle, he knows how fragile humans can be. He opts for giving you a vigorous shake, and.... you don’t budge.

He calls your name, nothing. He literally pulls you upright by the shoulders and jostles you around like a protein shaker bottle, but you don’t move, and- wait... are you breathing? MAMMOOOOOO-

“Haaah... It’s your first morning with us, and you’re already causing me trouble. If it weren’t for the warmth of your skin, I’d have thought you were dead. Perhaps I should give you an enchanted alarm clock, if you prove to be this difficult to wake every morning.”

Mammon

Tch, he seriously didn’t get why THE Great Mammon had to do this sorta grunt work! Why should he have to make sure a lousy human gets up for school? It’s not like he’s their babysitter! but we all know he’s a p*ssy so he’s not gonna say that out loud

But that means he’s gonna make sure you know how irritated he is! Mammon bursts into your room, calling you a ‘stinkin’ human’ at the top of his lungs, and... you don’t move a muscle. So his next step is to stomp over and rip your blankets off, and..... you still don’t move.

What the hell? It’s like trying to wake up Belphie! He leans in to try to smack you awake, when he finally notices how it...kinda...looks like you aren’t breathing.

Wait. Wait wait wait-! SURE he didn’t feel like having to watch you, but that didn’t mean he wanted you to die on the first night! Lucifer was gonna KILL him-! Did you die of fright or something?! He didn’t really mean all that stuff he said about eating you, you know?! Hey, snap out of it-!

“What the- You’re ALIVE?! I thought you died in your sleep, dammit! TCH! What’s the big idea, playin’ dead like that?! Ya tryin’ to get me in trouble?!” “-N-no I wasn’t worried about ya!”

Leviathan

Why does HE have to wake you up..? Sure, he has to go to school today anyway for the student council meeting, but what does that have to do with a human..? Couldn’t Lucifer have asked ANYONE else..?

Beyond annoyed when he enters your room. What’s he supposed to do?? Shake you?? Hit you with something???? Levi opts for awkwardly poking your side, and noticing how you don’t react. Great. Ugh... this sucked....

He tries again, then pokes the back of your head, tugs your sleeve, shakes your arm... then you roll over from the movement and he nearly has a heart attack. Not only because you surprised him, but because you.. wait, did you die?!

Stuck between “LMAOOOO ROFLMAO the human died on their first night! What a noob! #fail!” and “KDAKLFHLDSJFKL OH NO HELLO?????”

“WH- Ahhh... I thought you were dead. You know how long Lucifer would've lectured if if you died, right? He'd be so mad, i bet he'd even confiscate my D.D.D.! Normies like you are nothing but trouble. This is why a human shouldn't even be here..."

Satan

What a chore... This felt like more of a punishment than anything, and Satan hadn’t even done anything yet. Unless Lucifer already discovered the ink he dripped into his shampoo? Either way, he wasn’t the slightest bit interested in you.

But seeing as he got to hang around you in your most vulnerable state, wouldn’t it be funny if he put a curse on you? He was sure that whatever he chose would become a headache for Lucifer in some way, so the possibilities were endless.

Temporary blindness, backwards speech, rainbow colored skin, extreme bad luck, he didn’t know what to choose! Ah, and there were a few curses he wanted to use on Lucifer that needed to be tested out, so why not experiment on you?

He had plenty of time to pick the perfect one and- ah. Were you.. dead? Did someone beat him to the punch?

“Ah, so you’re alive after all. And here I thought I could harass Lucifer with knowing his human had died in their sleep. Well, it’ll have to wait, I guess...I was really looking forward to the expression on his face...”

Asmo

What? Lucifer was ACTUALLY letting him go in the cute little human’s room, completely unsupervised? What a bold move, dearest big brother~! There’s no way he’d pass up the chance to take a peek at your sleeping face! You were pretty cute, but he’d like to see if you were worth his attention.

That being said, Asmo creeps into your room like a sneaky toddler, and doesn’t hesitate to grab your shoulder and roll you over to get a good look at your sleeping face. Hmm... Not bad! 

So with that, he hops right into your bed unannounced, bouncing you around and giving you that innocent giggle of his. Aren’t you lucky? You get to be woken up by the endlessly charming Asmo-chan~! The first thing you’ll see is his gorgeous face, and you’ll be blessed with the perfect first school day! 

Why, there are hundreds and thousands of demons who wish they were as lucky as you were right now! He’s seen how they’ll fight tooth and nail for a chance to-..... hey, how come you’re not breathing..? Er, he’s not really into that sort of thing...

“Oh thank goodness! I thought you up and died before I had a chance to get to know you! You know how disappointed I’d be, right? Knowing I wasn’t able to explore the cute human living in our house... it’d be a tragedy!”

Beel

Surprisingly, he doesn’t mind that much. Having to go and wake you up reminds him of when Belphie was still around, so it’s familiar and feels kind of nice. What DOESN’T feel nice is that he’s missing valuable time he could be spending inhaling his breakfast, because you won’t wake up.

Hangry Beel enters your room with a bagel in his mouth, so you couldn’t understand what he was saying even if you were awake. Just know he’s calling your name and threatening to eat your breakfast. It’s your loss if you miss out.

Hm... You don’t wake up even after he shakes you, so he’s tempted to just leave. But he knows Lucifer will scold you if he returns downstairs without you, so he’s got to improvise.

It’s fine if he just carries you downstairs, right? He’s just tryin to eat man why can’t you- ...Beel is noticing a distinct lack of breath coming from you when he picks you up. Uhhh

“Oh, you aren’t dead. I was going to ask Lucifer if we could have you for breakfast too, but I guess that’s not an option anymore. He says hurry up and get dressed, and that you should give me your breakfast. Bye.”

Belphie

He’s in the attic, so same lmao.

Twins! Still gonna strangle and throw you down the stairs in the future tho

Couple goals amirite?

[jedipoodoo]

Whiskey on Ice (Hunter x GN!Reader)

Notes/Warnings: alcohol, drinking, reader is a bartender at Cid’s parlor to make a little extra cash. I work in food service and this is what I think about all day.

"Excuse me," A sultry devaronian approached the bar, her horns polished so that they glistened like crystals as they stuck ou from her sleek black hair. She was gorgeous.

"How can I help you?" you smiled, spreading your arms wide to indicate the variety of drinks that Cid sold. Admittedly, it wasn't much, but you had learned a trick or two in the months you'd been working for her, and your customers loved your concoctions. Cid had even found it in her to give you a raise.

The Devaronian woman nodded to the corner where four men in almost-identical suits of gray and red armor were sitting.

"Do you know them?"

Your head bobbed back and forth as you considered your answer. "Maybe, maybe not." it was best to be vague when it came to Cid’s customers.

"The guy with the bandana, send him a drink with my compliments."

You raised one eyebrow, and smiled at her knowingly. "Anything special?"

She glanced at the menu for a moment. "House spotchka. And add some meiloorun, he looks like a guy who needs something sweet."

You could tell your new best friend a lot of things, how Hunter took his spotchka being one of them, but all you did was give her a conspiratorial smile as she handed you a shiny-looking pile of credits.

"Is there a name I can tell him when he says thank you?" You asked.

"Emree," She nodded.

You did up the show, one of your nicest trays, a clean glass, and a neatly folded napkin, and waltzed across the room to where Hunter and the others were sitting.

Wrecker waved as you walked up to them, ready to hear some hot gossip, and Hunter smiled at you until you set the glass in front of him.

"I...I didn't order this." He said, sniffing the glass to make certain there wasn't anything funky. Not that you would do that to him, of course.

"I know," You said innocently.

"Emree wanted to say hi and she thinks you're cute," you pointed her out to the table. Emree waved at Hunter, propped up on a stool at the bar. She sent him a wink, for added measure.

"She seems nice, you should go talk to her."

Echo nearly spat out his drink at your nonchalance, and Hunter gaped at you, open-mouthed as you spun on your heel and sashayed back over to the bar.

"Thank you, sweetie," Emree told you with a squeeze of your hand.

"Just doing my job." You quickly took the next order from an impatient Bolo, who had been waiting two seconds too long for his and Ketch's regulars

The night progressed in a manner as interesting as it had begun. Emree made her way over to Hunter's table bit by bit, and eventually struck up a conversation with the guys. Wrecker and Echo were trying their best to not laugh, and Tech, bless his soul, kept going a kilometer a minute to save Hunter from having to talk to her. All was going well until Emree said it was late, and asked Hunter if he would walk her to her speeder.

"I won't feel as scared with a big, strong man like you around," she assured him with a hand on his shoulderpad.

You bent over your glass of water (the life of a bartender was parching) trying to keep your laughter from being to audible. Wrecker was crestfallen that Hunter was being called the strong one, and the flush on Hunter's face was too good.

"Have a nice night!" you waved to Emree as she walked past, her arms wrapped tightly around Hunter's with her head on his shoulder.

"You should be careful, you know," a voice hissed. You jumped, too preoccupied with watching Hunter escort Emree up the stairs.

"Cid! Give me a warning next time!" You sighed, trying to assuage your rapidly beating heart.

Cid smacked your arm with her staff. "That's what I'm tryin' to do, sweetheart! you think Dark-and-Broody's gonna wait around for you if you let him wander off with every girl who gives him tooka eyes?"

You rolled your eyes at her. "Hunter's not your dime-a-dozen bounty hunter, Cid. He's different."

Cid made a "tch" sound between her teeth, "If you say so. But you hang around this crowd long enough, you start to see patterns in people." She sighed and walked over to break apart Ketch and Bolo's daily fight over the slot machines. they could never figure out how to make it work anymore. If only they knew that Tech had rigged them all a month back.

You brushed off Cid's warning and the growing green monster of jealousy that was beginning to take up residence in the pit of your stomach, and began to attack a rather troublesome stain on the countertop of your bar (Cid could say whatever she wanted. You were the one who kept this place habitable enough to make people want to come here. You could call it yours as much as you wanted).

"Cyare," His voice was smooth as he approached the counter.

"Yes?" You asked innocently, slinging your cleaning rag over your shoulder.

Hunter slipped behind the counter, catching your hand in his. He spun you around quickly, bringing your back flush against his chest.

"Why do you keep letting other people buy your boyfriend drinks, huh?" He whispered in your ear.

"Did you like them?" You asked innocently.

Hunter chuckled, "That's not the point here, Cyare."

You continued to play dumb, "It's good business," you shrugged, and the pile of credits you'd accumulated over the night clinked musically in the pockets of your apron as you swung back and forth. "Am I supposed to turn down a paying customer?"

Hunter hummed thoughtfully. "It doesn't make you jealous?"

"No." You shook your head decisively.

"Why?"

You spun around to face him, placing both hands on his plastoid chest piece.

"Three reasons. One, you never treat yourself. You save every spare credit we have for your brothers and Omega. Two, you deserve nice things, even coming from a stranger. And three," You tapped the tip of his nose with your finger.

"When you get buzzed, you tend to get a little handsy after I get off my shift." You smiled slyly up at him.

Hunter's jaw dropped slightly, but he quickly composed himself with a chuckle.

"I can tell them no if you really want me to," You shrugged, "It's up to you."

Hunter shook his head, "So you like it when I get a little handsy, huh?"

He squeezed your hip, and you squealed, smacking his hand with your cleaning rag.

"My shift doesn't end for another two hours, Sergeant, do try to control yourself."

Hunter kissed your shoulder, just above the collar of your shirt. "Can't help it, Cyare. Something about you is just so...intoxicating."

"Must be my mixology skills." You shrugged.

"Must be," Hunter grunted. He cupped your chin, leaning in for a proper kiss. You could still taste the meiloorun on his lips from the drink you'd made him earlier.

"Mmm, so you did like the drink Emree sent you," you smirked.

"Tastes better on your lips," Hunter murmured, his mouth a hair's breadth from yours.

"Hey! Bandana! Step away from my bartender! I don't pay you two to flirt!" Vid screeched from halfway across the bar.

"Unless it gets the Pantorans to buy a couple more rounds," You muttered. Hunter's arms were still snug around your waist. You gave him a gentle push so that you could get back to work.

He leaned against the bartop where Emree had been a while ago, watching you work. You could feel the heat of his gaze on you as you mixed several more drinks, impatient for more, promising you a heavenly evening the moment Cid let you clock out. She was right about a lot of things, but she certainly wasn't right about your relationship with Hunter.

"So what do you want me to do if someone tries to buy you a drink?" He asked, settling in for a water to keep him from getting too buzzed.

You mulled it over for a moment. "I don't know. No one really ever buys the bartender a drink."

"Huh," Hunter thought it over for a a moment, then requested your favorite drink.

You placed your hands on your hips. "Are you trying to tease me, Sarge?"

Hunter leaned across the table so that his lips nearly met yours once again.

"Hey, if I deserve nice things, you do too."

[ilovevillains]

Being Shinishiro's one and only 💘

Shinichiro is saying: Ah, why are you on my shop?

WARNING: THE MUSIC VIDEOS MIGHT HAVE FLASH LIGHTS EFFECTS.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SEX THEMES IN THE SONGS, BUT MAINLY JUST FLUFF

NOTE: Some songs are in Spanish.

Album: Tokyo Revengers Playlist

PRELUDE:

Here is the playlist for our one and only, Shinichiro Sano! The man that made the impossible possible ♥ Honestly, Shinichiro is the type of human being you would like to be. Enjoy the playlist in which show Shin's thoughts when he is in love with you.

💘Nervous, The Neighbourhood

Should I be quiet? Uh, come on, be silent Uh, you know I'm tryin' So don't say nothin' Uh, tell me you trust me and Kiss me and hug me, yeah Well, I would do anything for ya You just gotta love me and I got an itch in my throat I don't know which way to go I keep on switchin', I know I need a different approach It's all because I wanna Show you that I'm so capable

💘Delirio, Los Makenzy feat. Pipe Bravo

Es real me siento pleno de estar Como esclavo de tu andar Y lágrimas una vez más quiero intentar Del placer tuyo sacar Y si tu cuerpo encarceló mi alma en un momento Yo te lo juro que salimos juntos sin ningún lamento Y paso mis horas delirando por sentir tu piel Ya ni contempló el tiempo ni pienso que va a ser de el

💘ALguIEN, Axel Fiks, Sabino, Ferraz

Mirame bebé, vine desde lejos buscándote Soy un terrestre y reconozco a los de mi especie Tú no eres de acá, pones en jaque el sistema solar Y me haces dudar si acaso eres real o no

💘Close, Nick Jonas feat. Lo Tove

Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn I'm so perplexed With just one breath, I'm locked in Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn I'm so perplexed On that, it's almost shocking I know, I know you know you're scared Your heart, your mind, your soul, your body They won't, they won't, they won't be careful But I guess that you don't know me

💘My Favorite Part, Mac Miller feat. Ariana Grande

Said, you just don't know how beautiful you are And baby that's my favorite part You walk around so clueless to it all Like nobody gonna break your heart It'll be alright babe, see, me, I got you covered I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one If it's only tonight, ayy, we don't need to worry We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love

💘For You, Rita Ora & Liam Payne

Been waiting for a lifetime for you Been breaking for a lifetime for you Wasn't looking for love 'til I found you

💘No Less, G-Eazy x SG Lewis x Louis Mattrs

Given you my all, nothing less than More than a wifey, than my best friend Do it all for my baby, not a question Your hatin' friends keep hatin', bless them

💘Adore You, Harry Styles

Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

💘Godspeed, Frank Ocean

Wishing you godspeed, glory There will be mountains you won't move (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Still I'll always be there for you How I do

💘I Keep Calling, James Blake

I keep calling your heart Oh, let it ring if I'm falling too hard I just wanna take part in anything you do You caught me off guard

OUTRO

What can I say about Shinichiro? Nothing more that an explanation about why, WHY, on Earth no one will date such and adorable human bean, I mean being? Seriously, if Shinichiro was trying to made me fell in love with him, I'll do it.

This man deserved the world at his feet. He treated his brothers and sister like they were the center of his universe. Imagine this man with a family of his own? God, I'll be crying.

Forget about Mickey being the strongest, this man here, Shinichiro Sano was the goat of the whole show 💯

-Villain Lover 🖤

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XVII — masterlist

concept: you surprise chris for his birthday while he's shooting in italy. the slowest of slow burns. the ever anticipated part eighteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: fluff. just prepare to melt.

author's note: everyone can thank @tonystankschild for this one. she was deep in the dm's asking for fluff and i intended to deliver the fluffiest of fluffs.

You liked to consider yourself a rational person at the best of times.

That consideration, however, was entirely negated by the fact that you were now on a flight to Italy to surprise Chris for his birthday. There was nothing rational about it.

But you had saved for this trip, and Chris had done so much for you in the past year or so, that you had wanted to do something for him.

And you had decided that no one should be alone on their birthday, no matter how far away they were.

You had caught a flight from Boston after making the forty-four hour roadtrip to drive Dodger there, not having the funds to fly him to the Evans' household. The fees of bringing an animal on board were astronomical, and you were still balking from how high the number was.

Chris was a wealthy man, however, and those types of costs never quite fazed him as much as they did you.

So you had driven him to Lisa's, a thousand thank yous on your lips as she delivered you to the airport to minimize on the extra cost of leaving your car at the airport parking lots.

Scott – who had still been there from the Patriot's game, "tryin' to get as much family lovin' as he could" as he put it – smiled knowingly at you when you had brought Dodger in.

"You go, baby vamp," he'd whispered to you. It was an outdated saying, but you knew it anyways, and laughed him off.

"We're just friends, Scott."

"Yeah, just like these highlights are from the sun."

He had given you a tight hug, wished you luck on your trip, and – like Lisa would later do at the drop off – made you promise to wish Chris a happy birthday from them.

When you touched down in Italy, it was early morning, that hovering between night and dawn.

You had once again called Chris' agent – Mark – to get details on the shoot, ones which he reluctantly handed over.

You thought that perhaps he was trying to save Chris the PR scandal of being seen with another woman while publicly in a relationship with Lily, but you had pointed out that you had been clearly established as friend of the couple with your global third wheel memes. It didn't take much pressing, because Mark knew how much you both cared about each other and how happy you being there for Chris' birthday would make the actor. So he emailed you the shooting location, with a schedule and call sheet. The tagline was very quick: "Don't interrupt shooting :)"

After a quick shower at the affordable three star you'd rented for the weekend, you got ready in spite of the weariness the plane left you with. Hot water did wonders to waken you, and a touch of makeup never hurt.

You stepped out in the warm breeze, the wind toying softly with the skirt of the summer dress you wore. You easily hailed a cab, and, after failing at the pronunciation of where you were headed, let the cabbie read the location off your phone.

The first person you saw when you got out of the car was Chris.

He was stood off to the side by the craft table, a crewmate quickly doing a last minute adjustment to his hair as he went over his lines. Dressed in an Italian pinstripe suit, you remembered what the film was about.

The indie flick told the tale of an arranged marriage between the son of an Irish mob boss and the daughter of a New York mafia don. Most of the film, however, was set in Italy, where the son, Mickey, had to travel to win the favour of the extended mafia family for the blessing on the union. Briefly, the scene with the strawberries popped into your mind.

You were stopped by security, but Mark – who had been waiting for you – vouched for your admittance.

You stood a little ways away from Chris, within eyesight, but not obvious. It was a surprise, after all.

You called him, watching from where you leaned against his trailer wall. Chris, ringtone blaring for his attention, quickly patted down his suit pockets before finding the device. His glance at the caller I.D. was followed by his whole face lighting up, soft smile on his lips.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," he said into the receiver. "Isn't it a little late in L.A.?"

"It is," you replied. "But it's your birthday tomorrow, and I couldn't resist."

"You know, I've been told I'm irresistible before," he chuckled. "Just never thought I'd hear you say it."

"Well, what can I say? Suits do it for me," you smirked, dropping your first hint.

Scott was right. Chris really could be clueless. "You'd love the one they just put me in then," he murmured, distracted by the food on display at the craft table as he perused the options. "A real classy number."

"What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"They gave me the weekend off to celebrate, but you know me... Probably will go wine tasting by myself and look at some art or something. Oh, man, read a book. Yeah, haven't done that in a while."

You watched as he plucked a strawberry from the table, and your stomach fluttered.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" He hummed as he bit in to the sweet fruit.

"Aren't you sick of strawberries by now?"

Chris froze, eyes wide in shock. Running his tongue over his teeth smoothly and swallowing the bite, he began swiveling his head, trying to look out for where you may be hiding. "Where are you?" He grinned.

"Guess."

And then he saw you.

And then he had you wrapped in his arms, the force of the running tackle hug sending your back crashing into the trailer, metal creaking.

You laughed breathlessly, hanging up the call as you hugged him back.

"Chris," you strained against the bone crush of his fierceness. "Oxygen–"

He loosened his grip, but didn't take back his arms. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

His whispery breath in your hair as he deeply inhaled the apple scented shampoo clinging to you had electricity coursing through your veins. "My bones have some idea, I think you might've fractured a rib."

The rumble of the chuckle reverberated through his body and into yours, and heat dusted your ears and cheekbones. "Sorry, I just can't believe you're here. I had to make sure you were real." And then, the question you'd expected: "Where's Dodger?"

"Dodger is in Boston with your mom. And I'm here, I'm real," you reassured him, smoothing your hands over the back of the meticulously woven cotton of his suit. "But you also have a real job to get back to."

"Oh, right," he groaned sheepishly. In his joy, he'd almost forgotten where he was. "Just hang around for a bit, we're only filming a little today before we're off."

So you did. You got given a seat, just off camera, and watched Chris do his thing. His performance was breathtaking, the way he embodied such a dangerous man. It was enough to make you flushed, the square of his shoulders, the confidence in his stride – the danger lurking under Italian silk lined cotton. You'd never quite seen him like this.

And it thrilled you to see a man you usually felt so safe around look so menacing.

It was the love proclamation scene that served to be your undoing, however.

The director kept hounding Chris, demanding retake after retake. He wanted that genuine love to flow through, and it simply just wasn't.

"Think of someone you love," the director suggested. "Put them in your mind's eye. You have a girlfriend, yes? Would it help to bring a picture for you to look at off camera? Tell the picture you love her. Someone get me a picture of this man's lover, please! Imagine you've never told her how you feel. And you've been feeling it for a while, and even though it was very... what is the English word? Uncommon? It was uncommon meeting circumstances you met... You love her. Si?"

Chris grit his teeth and nodded, ready to comply. And once the picture was brought out, the call for quiet on set rang out.

But once the director called action, Chris didn't look at Lily. Your heart clenched, your breath catching in your throat.

No, his eyes found you.

"I love you," he said the words you'd never thought you'd hear him say – at least not to you – and the sincerity in his cracked voice was overwhelming. His eyes were watery, relief dropping his shoulders – as if he'd kept this inside for too long and a weight had been lifted. He sighed it again and again, as if it was the only thing that was going to save him, as if it's the only words he'd ever known.

And when the director called cut, singing Chris' praises, he was still looking at you.

———————

"I still can't believe you're wearing that," Chris chuckled.

You dipped your sunglasses lower on the bridge of your nose to observe him critically. He was leaning against a Vespa, arms folded, the sleeves of his loose white cotton button down rolled up to his elbows, barely containing the bulge of his muscles. Black trousers clad his legs, on his feet a pair of black Italian leather loafers he'd gotten as a gift from his co-star. He wore his own pair of sunglasses, hair swept back, being tousled by the passing breeze.

The statement had been made in reference to the silk scarf you wore, twisted around your neck delicately in a way that was reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn. "If I'm going to have a Roman holiday," you giggled, tripping a little on your way to the Vespa – Chris moved to catch you, but you righted yourself, "you best believe I'm going to fucking look like it."

You had gone to a wine tasting in a vineyard on the outskirts of Rome, somewhere far into the countryside. You had both goofed off the entire time, earning yourselves scolding looks from the sophisticated tourists and the locals, who had wanted a peaceful afternoon at the farm.

You sniffed the wines, obnoxiously listing all the strange terminology the haughty wine connoisseurs would throw around casually, before taking your sips.

It became somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you, finding yourselves lagging behind the group because you couldn't stop laughing. And whenever you were shot a dirty look, it would only make you laugh more.

"You're meant to taste it," he'd whispered to you.

"I am tasting it," you shot back.

"No, you're chugging it like a sixteen year old whose parent made the unwise choice of leaving unsupervised."

The tour guide had been eyeing the two of you up, waiting for your silence. The rest of the tour group turned their critical gaze too, and you gave Chris' foot a soft stomp to get his attention.

Both of you shut up, giggling under your breaths as Chris had practically bowed in his gesture for the guide to continue.

But now it was time to go back to the inner city, and Chris had waited patiently for you by the Vespa while you'd gone to freshen up a bit. The cobblestones were hell for your tipsiness, but you were wine and laugh drunk, and hadn't a care in the world.

"You know how they say there's always that one pair of annoying people on wine tastings that ruin the experience for everyone?"

"They do?" Chris' brow creased in question as he grinningly handed you your helmet.

"Of course they do. Well, I couldn't find them, so it must be us."

Chris clicked his own helmet in place as he caught sight of the hostess by the front door giving you both a dirty look. "What finally gave it away?"

He slid easily onto the Vespa seat, heeling up the kickstand and righting the orientation.

"Hop on, princess," he beckoned you with a nod. You regretted wearing a dress for this part, but you were serious about the Roman Holiday aesthetic.

Serious enough to risk flashing someone as you mounted the scooter behind Chris. But luckily you didn't.

"Hold on tight," Chris called over his shoulder. You complied, encircling your arms around his waist, pressing your bodies together.

You could feel his heart rate pick up, but before you could think too much about it, he took off – cobblestone streets and ivy climbed buildings flying past you in your bliss.

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Two of the three worst things that could've happened to you while riding a scooter in the countryside did.

The scooter had broken down and it had started to rain. Not only rain, but fucking pour. You were drenched through to your skin, pulled over on the side of the road, Chris trying to kickstart the machine into working again.

After his fifth attempt, he came over to you, squinting in the rain.

"It's not working," he shouted over the droning rainfall. "Let's just find some shelter and come up with a game plan!"

There were nothing but open spans of green fields and wheat as far as your eyes could see. But a little while back, just over the hill, there had been lights in the haze of rain, a little nondescript sign on the side of the road that you'd whipped past suggesting the shelter that you so desperately craved.

"I think there was a house back there," you yelled back. "Maybe they could help out."

He nodded imperceptibly in the shower of droplets, hand on the small of your back, fitting so seamlessly in the curve of your spine, and began guiding you.

You both dashed across the road, and then you were tearing through the long grass in a shortcut to the twinkling beacons of the lights in the windows, looking like eyes peering at you in the darkness.

Somewhere along the way, you'd found out that Chris was a little ticklish at his waist, and after you'd discovered it – he'd flinched away from you and begged you to stop, but you'd continued just to antagonise him – you wouldn't let it go. It took you much longer to get there than would be normal, but soon, you were both stood, shivering and drenched on the porch step.

There was a sign on the door telling you it was a little inn – an underused bed and breakfast, most likely for road weary travelers on their way to Rome.

You didn't bother knocking as you entered the lobby, spilling inside with laughter still on both your lips. Muddied shoes squelched, and your sodden clothes dripped onto the floor.

You immediately moved to the fire while Chris went to go confer with the front desk.

His two months in Rome had taught him a fair amount of Italian, but it was still quite broken, and he found himself floundering with a lot of the words.

The landlady – a portly old woman with an extraordinarily kind smile and crows footed crinkles by her eyes – understood the predicament.

She explained to him in English – loud enough in the silence so you could hear over the crackle of the fire – that the road services would probably only be available to come out so far tomorrow morning, and that it'd be best to stay the night.

She didn't seem like someone who would scam you into staying at her little roadside hostel – even going so far as to give Chris some white fluffy towels for the both of you.

He paid for the last room available with soggy money, and returned to you, fresh towels in his arms.

He draped one over your shoulders first, and when you reached out to cling it to your frame, your fingers brushed.

That same electricity jolted through you both, travelling with lightning quick velocity down both your spines to spark alive the restless butterflies you had well and truly thought you had put to rest. You were the first to withdraw, allowing Chris to put a towel over himself.

He ran it through his hair, the pieces that had been plastered to his skin with water raising into spikes.

You laughed, reaching out a tentative hand – giving him ample time to withdraw should he need to – to smooth it back and away from his face.

But your laughter died down, as it inevitably did whenever he looked down at you like that. Because how the hell were you meant to function when his eyes were on your lips the way they were now?

And you damn near choked when he started leaning down, lips pressing closer to yours...

But before they touched, he broke into a gut-wrenching smirk, moving past your tingling and awaiting mouth to whisper in your ear. "I dibs the shower."

And then he was sprinting up the stairs.

You were so in shock that for a minute you couldn't even register what had happened, and when you did, you cursed at him, following him up, swearing you'll skin him alive.

And all the while, the landlady was watching the two of you, a knowing glimmer in those kind eyes. She muttered something in Italian, one she repeated many a time during your stay, a saying you would come to know as "young love."

And she didn't even care that you had tracked mud into her hotel and soaked the carpets through from your wet clothes.

She just cared that there were still kids in love in this world.

———————

Once you had both taken a shower and were wrapped up in your complimentary hotel bathrobes, you realised that neither of you were tired.

Your clothes were laid out, sprawled over the backs of chairs, drying by a fire Chris had taken the liberty of building.

So you both decided to go downstairs, and see what activities you could engage in with the other guests. It would do well to help you forget the prospect of having to share a bed with Chris.

According to the landlady, this was the last room available. And of course, Chris had offered to sleep on the floor, as gentlemanly as ever.

But you couldn't do that to him on his birthday, so you'd told him it would be fine, as long as a pillow fort was built to prevent any unnecessary contact.

The common area was woefully empty, save for a couple of sleepy looking musicians, poised atop their makeshift stage, on the brink of passing out on their instruments.

When you and Chris entered, however, they livened up, striking up some traditional Italian melody you may have heard before in passing.

It wasn't that late, so the bar was still open, and Chris managed to purchase a bottle of wine.

Most of the seats had been stacked on the tables, and he helped you pull some down before seating yourselves.

He poured you both wine, and you sat there in your robes, listening to the music.

The landlady came by, at some point, to light the tea light candle on your table.

When you thanked her, she said the same thing she had said earlier – in Italian, so you struggled to understand.

Chris, however, who had been taking a hearty sip of wine, nearly choked. "Mille grazie," he winked.

She scoffed, patting his cheek affectionately, much like a grandmother would her grandson. You didn't catch much of what she said, aside from one word. Cacciatore, in reference to a flirtatious man.

"What did she say to you?"

"She said amore giovane. It means young love."

You turned to try and find her – wanting to correct the innocent mistake of having her assume that you and Chris were in love. Fact of the matter was, there was still with Lily, and you couldn't stand to think of the PR nightmare it would be if it were to get out that he was at an admittedly romantic bed and breakfast with you of all people. "Oh, no, we aren't..." You faded out awkwardly. "He has a girlfriend!"

"Actually," Chris said softly, as if he had been wanting to tell you this for a while. "I don't. Not anymore. Not since the last day at the Hamptons."

Relief flooded you, followed by something undetermined – hope, you would later discover – before you were floored with absolute sympathy. "Oh, Chris. Chris, I'm so sorry."

You reached over to link your fingers in a reassuring hand hold, and his focus was pulled to that singular touch, that point of joining.

"If there's anything I can do to help..."

"No, it just..." He swallowed, finally pulling those ocean eyes to you. "It just wasn't meant to be, I guess. She wasn't the one."

His eyes told a story much deeper, hinting to something that you didn't have the strength to uncover. You'd been hurt too many times by these false feelings, you really weren't sure how ready you were to face them once more.

"What happened?"

"She thinks I'm in love with someone else." When you didn't say anything again – too stunned to do so – Chris cleared his throat. "I, uh," he tried for a smile, "I believe you owe me a dance."

It took you a while to recall him asking you to save him the last dance at the charity gala, and when it registered, you grinned, questions of who dissipating. "Let's go dance."

The band saw you and Chris approach the dancefloor, and immediately switched to a slow waltz. Chris took you in his arms, and as you both swayed to the music, you could almost imagine you were back in Vegas, before Lily, before everything, when the biggest problem in your life was that you had kissed your best friend on your birthday.

His body was so warm pressed to yours, that you felt every tense muscle in your body relax. That hand – forever fitted so perfectly to the groove of the small of your back – traced delicate patterns through the flannel of the gown.

Your cheek was on his chest, and your eyes were closed, and you couldn't see the way he was looking at you.

Because in his eyes – those beautiful ocean eyes – was a love. The love that you were incapable of seeing, but one that everyone else had – including Lily.

There was worship in every sapphire fleck, and there was pure adoration in the inky depths of his pupils.

And as he held you, body nestled so perfectly against his, knew that the angels would damn themselves for you. Because he sure as hell would.

———————

When Chris had gone to get more drinks – the bottle you had shared being finished – you had gone to speak to the musicians.

And surprisingly, they had what you had requested.

Chris was uncorking the bottle when you had hopped up on stage.

There was no microphone this time, and the musicians were glad to receive a break, joining the landlady at the back for a drink – leaving you and Chris alone in the room. Their departure caught his attention, and he glanced at you, before doing a double take.

You were sat at the edge of the stage – feet dangling off to graze the floor every now and then – and in your hands was a ukelele.

The memory of the last time you played for him was chased away by the excitement of this next song.

You were tuning it when you finally noticed Chris watching you. He had that look in his eye – one you were so used to seeing, but one you never quite let yourself understand – and he slowly sank into his seat to watch you. He propped his head on a fist, candlelight flickering in his eyes.

And without much of an introduction, you plucked at the strings delicately, beginning a ukelele rendition of "La Vie En Rose."

His smile broadened into a beam when you started singing. Never had he felt absolute peace like this – at least without having you in his arms.

Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

You looked up at him, your expression earnest. You always found yourself being much more capable of conveying emotion in your actions, rather than with your words. Words made things messy. Music... that was beauty incarnate.

When you kiss me, heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

Chris breathed in deeply, his heart stuttering, but heavy in his chest. The hold – that spell – you so flawlessly cast on him was rising again, and he knew, with all certainty, that he would not wish to break the enchantment for anything in the world. He was Icarus, and you were the sun – the magnetic pull he felt was that strong.

When you press me to your heart

I am in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

Your eyes found his and you grinned, beguiling him. As you played the interlude, you mouthed to him "happy birthday;" and it was. It was perhaps one of the happiest birthdays he'd had in a while, because it was the one he'd spent with you.

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

His heart was swelling, throat thick with emotion. His eyes burned, but he was almost certain the tears gathering was from a lack of blinking. He didn't want to pull his gaze away from you, not for a single second. He had told you he had loved you earlier that day – and this felt like more of a response than he'd ever receive. He knew how difficult it was for you to say those words. And he was okay with that. He'd take what you gave, and you were giving him this – a song as lovely as the woman who was currently singing it. And he thought he was going to simply die when you looked up at him with those eyes, and that smile, and that voice reaching out to him, singing that final verse.

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

Little did you know, you already owned those things.

You'd owned them since the night you met.

[jjuzoir]

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD THAT WAS THE BEST HEADCANON I'VE EVER READ! I LOVE IT SO MUCH I ALMOST CRIED. YOU ARE SUCH A TALENTED WRITER JXKYDKYDKYDKYDITDTI I'M DYING RN OML. CAN YOU DO A RELATIONSHIP HEADCANON FOR BANRI AS WELL GXJGXJFXJTZ YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL BLESS YOUR SOUL❤️💜💕💖♥️💙💛🧡💗💚

Request:

A/N: damn you really making my heart go monika huh??? ily sm you’re so nice i- 🥺🥺💖💖 i’m all emo now brb gonna cry

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To Date Banri Settsu:

- You mean trash man? (I’m so sorry I’m a Juza stan-)

- You guys started dating after you rejected him at least 4 times.

- And I mean reject him, no small giggles like “uwu maybe~” I’m talking; “Lmao no eat a dick”

- He’ll 100% come off as an arrogant little shit who thinks he’s the best thing ever and totally reminds you how lucky you are you’re dating him.

- (Totally says it to discredit the fact he’s head over heels for you, he would absolutely beat anyone up for you if you asked but that’s for another troupe).

- Dating Banri would lowkey be the best and worst thing ever;

- He can be extremely thoughtful and nice, he obviously cares about you to death...

- But you’re also going to be having to babysit him,,, like… literal babysitting.

- You’ll have to get used to having a backpack filled with snacks and first-aid kits, have your phone filled with games for him too.

- This boy does not know how to NOT get into fights, especially when you’re around or when the challenger somehow shoves you into the fight (catcalling, bothering you, etc).

- He has such a short temper it’s legitimately annoying to deal with him outside of the dorm because there Sakyo or Izumi keep him in check.

- He’ll win, the only person who can beat his ass is Juza, but that doesn’t mean he won’t get hurt. He’s strong not made out of iron.

- Get ready to sit him down on a park bench while he eats a popsicle you bought him so he’d shut up while you patch him up.

- “Come on, he had it coming plus I beat his ass real nice-! Aw, shit [Name] stop rubbing the cut so much! You tryin’ to patch me up or kill me?”

- You know how he and Itaru are basically shut in gamer boys? Now you’ve got to deal with Banri and his stinky smelling ass when he shuts himself off playing video games.

- Get ready to get Sakyo and Omi to drag his ass to get a shower.

- You bet your ass he will make you wash his hair, but in return you make him wear boxers with some floaters and now he feels like a toddler.

- Bonus points if you fill up the tub with bubbles and kid toys, that’ll make him extra embarrassed and you bet your ass Tenma and Juza will pay you to let them in.

- “I’m 17, [Name], you don’t have to treat me like a kid!”

- “Maybe stop acting like one??”

- “Can’t believe you’re dating your babysitter Settsu.”

- “Hyodo shut the fuck up before I throw Mr. Duck at you!”

- Juza and you will eventually bond and become best friends, much to Settsu’s distaste, probably over having to deal with his bullshit.

- He’s his roommate and you’re his girlfriend; you’re both basically babysitters (that is until Juza and Banri start fighting and now you’re dealing with two 4 year olds going at it).

- Your relationship is actually a secret to people at both schools you guys attend to; hell, even your family doesn’t know.

- He is known as a delinquent after all…

- You kind of forget that, since he acts so nice and sweet with you; it’s sometimes shocking hearing rumors of your boyfriend almost hospitalizing someone.

- You guys had dinner at your place so he’d meet your parents, classic bad boy meets s/o’s parents for the first time;

- It actually went surprisingly bad at first, he couldn’t stop looking kind of scary and he had a hard time getting along with your folks but eventually you made it out alive and with arrangements for teatime next weekend.

- Would 100% expect you to watch him practice solely for you to praise him over Juza (one time you didn’t and actually congratulated Juza and he went into a whole ass rant that only stopped after you kissed him and dragged him by his hair).

- (Oh please bully his haircut for me! He looks like a mushroom, a stinky geasy mushroom.)

- Everyday activities are now couple activities; especially gaming.

- Washing dishes? It’s a completion and whoever wins chooses the movie you’ll watch later. Helping him do the laundry? Whoever finishes first gets to eat the biggest piece of the desserts Omi made.

- You play multiplayer online games and join his guild and now that’s all you do on weekdays. Except you actually shower, he doesn’t. Disgusting pig.

- You actually spend a lot of time in his room with Juza, and Juza actually enjoys having you over, and even if in the surface he’s annoyed as hell that he steals you away sometimes he’s also realized that you can act as a mediator for their fights and get along with his members.

- “For once Settsu isn’t such a damn bother…”

- You two sleep in the same bed and Juza always keeps in check you don’t act out.

- He doesn’t want to wake up to anything weird, capiche?

- Banri truly does his best to make you happy and you do too, and that’s kind of all he needs in life. Especially since he’s still young, barely 17 with a delinquent image, people forget he’s also human and that he loves and needs love.

- Even if it’s hard sometimes, especially since he’s always claiming to live life in ultra-easy mode; he truly does love you a lot.

- And he reminds you everyday however he can; texts, calls, and dates.

- Sending you flowers, cards; he’s so cheesy sometimes it’s shocking such sweet things come out of such a rough looking fellow.

- He loves taking you out on mall-dates and walks on the park (don’t tell anyone he’s soft like that, he will tickle you until your cry), and his favorite; arcade dates where he’ll be banned because he wins you everything.

-You have to take a 45 minute bus ride to the mall because he’s banned for life because he wins everything, they’ve had to shut down stalls because he got you everything.

- Sure he’s a pain in the ass most of the time, but he’s never bored with you.

- For some reason, he’s more than happy to go into ultra-hard mode for you.

[dolphin-enthusiast]

hello lovebird ☁💕✨ (i know you're probably sleeping as i write this since it is currently 22:03 on my end haha,, apologies!!) as i always do, i hope your day was good, and if it's not, i hope i can make you smile today 😊 (1/7)

"today was a little rough for me, so rather than talking about that, there was something else i'd like to discuss (don't worry, it's not bad!!) just like you, i really have no idea of how to properly respond to this,, i wasn't at all expecting one of my closest friends to hop on anon and spill out my cherished moments like that (not that i'm complaining, there was nothing too unnerving mentioned!), let alone that it would get such a positive response,, (2/7)

i just wanted you to know that you really did cheer me up today,, i'm honestly surprised that you seem to care for me this much considering that i'm just another random person on the internet after all,, but it feels very very nice, and i care for you just the same 💗💗💗 (3/7)

really though, it absolutely blows my mind to see that you and everyone else think of me so highly, never in my wildest dreams could i think of myself in such a way, i am unfathomably flattered!! you truly surprise me in the greatest ways, and no matter how much you downplay your greatness, i admire you just the same 💕 (4/7)

i'm super glad that over this short time we've really grown close, going on your page and sending in my stupid letters is the highlight of my every day,, it's lovely to have something to genuinely look forward to in the midst of such a deep depressive episode, kind of like an anchor for me 💓 (5/7)

oh, and do not fret my dear, my ex has been long gone,, i'll just sugarcoat this by saying that he did quite traumatizing things,, my friends even said that they could be criminal,, but i have no idea, i've never been good with that stuff 😅 i am so flustered that you and the clown army want to deal with him, ahh that made me blush quite a bit!! but in all seriousness my darling, you amaze me, and you don't give yourself enough credit for how amazing you truly are in my eyes (6/7)

in summary, i do not deserve you at all amore 💘 i hope to be back tomorrow with some more happy content, and i can't wait until i finally get the free time to DM you again 💫 - 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴, 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓯𝓾 xoxo 💌🎀🌠 ps: you're always welcome to use me as a pillow my dear 😘 (7/7)"

D e a r🗿 u say i shouldnt downplay my own qualities but im over here reading all of this like b r u h bc....u really are wig snatching and ur friend merely confirmed that fact further by delivering such amazing content to us😳😳😳 it was a damn blessing reading all of that and it only convinces us even more that ur prob a deity in disguise or smth hdjfj

On another note, its unfortunate ur going thru hard times rn (and so am i but talking to u really is a highlight of an usually boring and lowly day) and i can only hope to keep raising ur spirits again and again with my blog and responses😞✌️And tbh i wasnt expecting this entire thing to grow so deep in such a short time either but i couldnt be more glad i mean we do b polar opposites but does that mean it stops us from absolutely V I B I N G? Not at all😩😩😩😩😩

Also one more thing: although im extremely relieved to hear ur ex is long gone and hasnt been tryin to start bs it still angered me (and my followers too) to hear what happened bc we just cant comprehend how someone could treat such a kind hearted person like urself in such ways🤡🔪 he really do b deserving the capital punishment N G L

And u really are smooth ur friend wasnt lying skskkdsk good thing i have a quality pillow 25/8 now that u urself mentioned 👁️👁️

[scarlettkat86]

Counting Sheep

**don't read if you don't want fluff/smut, recreational drug use/alcohol**

@naromoreau and @youre-my-boshaw-baby I finally finished this thing.

Liz opened the door to the Spread Eagle, immediately ambushed and bear hugged by Nick. "Goddamn, you beautiful son of a bitch. I ain't never seen anything like that before. Good to have you back in one piece kiddo, I was beginning to worry."

"Glad to be back too Nick, I could really use a stiff drink or 5." Liz groans as she takes a set at the bar.

"Hey, nice to have you back. Anything you want, on the house tonight." says Mary May.

"No need to do that, I'll have a double shot of whiskey, neat."

"I insist, after all you gave us something we never thought we'd never have again, hope."

Amber liquid filled her glass, the rich, smoky undertones working to sooth her aches and pains away. It seemed like everyone had shown up to celebrate taking down the youngest Seed brother.

Looking around, all of her friends looked so happy, and that made her smile. _Like it or not, this was the right thing to do. _

There was only one person she was hoping to see, and would be lying if she said she wasn't disappointed that he wasn't the first one to welcome her back. Loud voices carried from the back corner of the bar.

"Now i'm a gamblin man and I'll bet you a twenty and some uh, some woods porn, that you can't even hit the board Hurkie."

"When the hell did you find woods porn man!? You're on amigo. Hey everybody, watch this!" Liz watched as Hurk chugged an entire bottle of vodka, then started spinning around in circles. A small crowd had formed, rooting him on. This looked like a disaster waiting to happen. Taking another moment to watch Sharky, she smiled sadly. _I should just go drag him back to my place, let him know he's what keeps me going. Probably not gonna get any time with him tonight anyway, too many people, too much noise. _

A huff from her side brought her attention back. "Gross, are you over here eyefuckin Sharky?"

Liz nearly choked on her drink, "What?! I-I, no, the fuck Jess?"

"Hey you're the one too distracted to hear me. Still can't believe yall haven't- never mind, I'd rather not think about it."

"Not my fault your mind is in the gutter."

"Whatever. I'm shit at small talk, but I wanted to say i'm glad you're back. Those Seed fuckers have a way with gettin in your head, be glad you haven't caught Jacob's attention yet."

Liz shook her head and smiled.

Yeah I'd rather not catch any attention, yet here I am...

"Bless your heart. Careful now Jess, that almost sounded like you care. Listen, you're my best friend, but I can see you're itchin to get out of here, so go on, before I change my mind."

That makes Jess snort.

"Asshole. I ain't gotta be told twice, 'sides, I got better shit to do then watch you watch that idiot. Take care Liz, I'll see ya in the Whitetails."

She stared at the empty glass sat on the counter before her. Walking behind the bar, Liz grabs a bottle of North Fork whiskey and heads for the door.

*Sharky's POV

He'd seen her walk through the door. Damn if she wasn't the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Not cuz she was beautiful, she is, but cuz he'd been worried sick the last few days of radio silence. He'd been pissed that she didn't take him with her, but it was her call, Nick deserved to help her take down that fuckface more than any one of her friends. Still didn't stop his stomach from twisting in knots every night that passed without a word from them. He wants to go kiss her, hold her, tell her how much he realizes now that he's in love with her. She's got a crowd though, and it's only been a couple months since she'd shown up in his life, unsure of how she'd react to a declaration of love, so he stays rooted in place. He's drinking, placing a bet he's seriously gonna regret if he loses. Glancing over again he sees her heading out the front door. *

Standing at the river's edge just outside of Falls End, Liz felt like she could breathe again. She barely escaped the Spread Eagle, so many thank yous she lost count.

Rummaging through her bag, she was relieved to find the baggie she was searching for. "Deal with the devil ain't so bad when he leaves a little lettuce to get by on." Liz laughs at her dumbass joke.

_Really have jumped from upholding the law to breaking it, guess a little weed is nothing when you think about it. _

Lost in her own thoughts she didn't notice someone had followed her.

Walking up from behind, Sharky grabs Liz by her waist. Startled Liz grabs her knife and yelps in surprise when she realizes who it is. "Fuck, Sharky, don't sneak up on me like that! I could've killed you!!" Taken aback by the knife to his throat Sharky swallows. "Shit, not like you to not notice someone tailing you chicka. You mind uh, putting the knife away because i'm not really into that sorta thing." Putting the knife back in its holster Liz laughs and tries to slow her racing heart. Sharky looks down and presses his lips to hers, soft and sweet. She slowly breaks the kiss and sits down.

"Hell yeah, some grass and party liquor, you tryin to impress me shorty, cuz it's workin."

He laughs and rolls the joint neat, tight as he can and seals it with his tongue.

Once they've smoked the whole thing, Sharky takes her hand in his. "Ya know, i'm glad you're back in one piece, things wouldn't be the same without ya." He wants to say that's an understatement, that he don't think he would be able to go forward without her, but he just stands up and pulls her to her feet, "Now allow me to be the gentleman that I am, and escort you back to the party inside."

"You think you can just, drive me back to my place? I'd rather just have you with me for the night."

"That sounds a million times better than finding out if I still own the only woods porn in all of Hope county. "

Opening the door to her house, Liz heads for the kitchen, she pulls out a metal tin with a few blunts already packed. "Damn johnny law, you been holding out on me!" While Sharky lights one up, she mixing a couple drinks. "I've had a couple bad influences. Now pass it over."

The smoke filled her lungs, slowly turning her limbs to jelly and clearing her mind. Sharky slowly walks to her phone, picking out some music. "Boshaw, I swear I am in no mood for disco music."

"Relax Izzy, I've got something a little different picked out."

A slow sensual beat fills the room, and Sharky looks at her with a hunger in his eyes. He grabs her by the waist and starts to rock her side to side to the beat. The lyrics start and he's singing in her ear, "tonight, I've got nothing on my mind but you..." kissing her lips then down her neck,

"don't you take a bow at the last curtain call.. thinking you're nobody's nothing after all..."

Biting her lip and suppressing a moan, she slides her hands under his hoodie, slowly pulling it off. "Fuck Izzy, i'm tryin to be a gentleman here, but you're makin me hard." He says, voice hoarse and shaky.

"I know. I need you Sharks." she says with a smile, as she turns her back to his chest and grinds into him, slowly moving side to side with the music, discarding her own shirt along the way.

He takes a hold of her full hips, pressing himself against her. With one hand he follows the curve from her hips, over the softness of her stomach and the swell of her breast, finally putting a hand on her throat fingers brushing the side of her jawline. His other hands fingers sliding between her thighs. All she could feel was the heat that spread through her, a half sob of pleasure escaping her lips. It had been a year since she felt a touch not her own.

"Bedroom, now" she whispered to him, discarding her pants along the way.

Sharky pushes her to the bed suddenly and pulls her panties off. The sight of her made his mouth water. Soft dark curls in a neat strip. He blew a hot breath and she gasped. Then his tongue replaced his breath, precise swipes parting her folds and latching onto her clit. She looked down into his eyes, a silent plea to make her cum. He held eye contact and alternated between quick flicks of his tongue and circular motions, sliding a finger inside her core.

"Damn Izzy you taste so good, wanna make you cum."

She was teetering on edge already, each nerve on fire, legs tingling, and just when she thought she would finally find sweet release, he'd pull back and lick up her juices. Sliding two fingers inside easily now, he curled upwards to find her bundle of nerves, and closed his mouth around her clit and sucked. He could feel her beginning to pulse around his fingers, back arching, head flung back, "Look at me Iz, I wanna see you."

That sent her over the edge, locking eyes with him again, she felt pure bliss as she came around his fingers. Lapping up the rest of her juices he moved up her body, stopping to tease each nipple on the way, finally kissing her lips. The taste of herself on his lips sent another wave of pleasure through her body and mind. "I need to feel you Sharky, please.."

The neediness in her voice making him even harder. He unfastened his pants, pulling them off. She felt him spring free, sliding the head of his cock up and down her folds, then lines himself up with her entrance, filling her excruciatingly slow. She's already clenching around him, a perfect fit, slightly thicker than she's used to, but he feels like heaven. He can't hold back and slams in to the hilt, causing them both to moan in sync. Pulling out to thrust back in lazily again and again, Sharky is running his hands down her body, one taking place on her clit.

“I'm not gonna last long babe, fuck. You're so tight and wet." Biting her bottom lip she nods her head, "Me either, just fuck me." She wraps her legs around him, pulling him in closer as he picks up pace. They're both panting, moaning curses, as their bodies match rhythm. She can feel him twitch and knows he's close, so she slides her hand down between their bodies and takes over her clit. He pulls her leg over his shoulder changing angles, hitting that perfect bundle over and over. White hot pleasure tingles every inch of her body, and she's crying out his name like the most beautiful melody ever heard. He's not far behind, pulling out at the last possible second. He growls an almost animalistic sound, hot spurts of his cum coat her inner thigh and stomach. Sharky rolls off her, grabbing a shirt to clean up the mess, then pulls her into his arms, kissing the nape of her neck. "I love you Lizbeth." She's quiet for a minute and he's praying to whatever god, monkey jesus, whatever, that he hasn't fucked this up. Then she's looking up at him, smiling the most brilliant smile, "I love you too Sharks. Always."

[militemnullum]

Pascal, Good and noble knight, why would you say that? when you're loved? None of us deserve anything, Life owes us nothing. But your girlfriend came into your life, and you love her as she loves you, so take that as a blessing, rather than cursing yourself for your faults for 'not being good enough'. Because that's not true. As clearly, You're good enough for her.

Pascal sighs softly, "Look. I appreciate what you're tryin' to say. Really I do. I wish I could take what you sayin' to heart, but.. I can't. For starters, I'm not a 'good and noble knight'. I was at one point, but not anymore. I ruined that. I didn't mean to.. but things happened and well.." He stares at the floor, "And yes, while I do love Reviver, I'm still not good enough for her. I hurt her. More then once I feel. I've choked her. I've yelled at her. Made her scared of me.. That's.. That's not a good thing. You're not suppose to do that to someone you love. Yet she continues to stick around despite all that. I don't know why. I guess it's because she loves me, but I don't understand why especially with all that I've done to her."

Pascal starts to shake, "Honestly I'm scared... One of these days, I'm going to do somethin' stupid. Somethin' really stupid and she's either gonna leave me or wind up dead and if that happens... I.. I wouldn't know what to do..."