#and it’s more like. the ‘and everybody’s watching her but she’s looking at you’ lyric. but. y’know lol

[an-ivy-covered-summer]

hey. seriously. would it be too unhinged to set the vibes for a buddie fic from the lyric “lightning strikes every time she moves”? akshdjdkfjdndhdhdjdnk

[cl6teen]

come and see me ❀ ln4

in which everybody knows just how whipped your long distance boyfriend is for you

contains: social media!au, student!reader (21-22), whipped!lando who spoils you a bunch, a short little thing because i love writing for lando, this is purely self indulgent lmao; but to my requests dw im certainly getting to them

📍 rio de janeiro

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landonorris first

bsfsinstagram this is getting out of hand

landonorris 😍😍

landonorris how are you so beautiful??

landonorris hey

yourinstagram hi i have a boyfriend 🥰

landonorris he’s a lucky guy

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luv4lando lando always having post notifications on for yn is so boyfriend of him 😭😭

user hes literally head over heels for her

oscarpiastri please do your schoolwork

yourinstagram you’re one to talk 😬

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danielricciardo my man my man my man lookin ass

landonorris my girl my girl my girl , and what about it?

yourinstagram i love you 🥰

yourinstagram call me call me call me

landonorris yes ma’am 😍

user lando seems like the type to mention his relationship at any moment and i’m here for it

oscarpiastri he does 😒

landonorris you act like it bothers you

oscarpiastri i just listen because i can’t tell you to shut up

user omg i’ve just gotten into watching f1 but who’s this?

user lando’s girlfriend! he’s head over heels whipped for her

bsfsinstagram please stop facetiming her while we’re trying to study ☹️

user get you a man like lando norris

yourinstagram he’s a one of a kind, but good luck trying!

user nothing was more sweet than watching lando’s post race interview when he said his celebratory plans were going home and facetiming y/n

user need this kind of love in my life asap 😩

my man 🏎️

are you back from the beach?

you

mhm, just made some dinner

wanna see the photos i took?

my man 🏎️

the answer’s the same every time babe

you

i’m screaming into my pillow and kicking my feet rn

my man 🏎️ loved an image

my man 🏎️ loved an image

my man 🏎️

holy shit yn

😩😩😩

is that the dress i sent you??

shit, it looks good, you look so good in it

im glad i bought it

you’re the prettiest woman i’ve ever seen

you

lando omg

stop it stop it

my man 🏎️

i cant praise my girlfriend?

i should buy you more things

you

please don’t 😭

this was more than enough i’m so in love with it

my man 🏎️

if i can’t see you i can at least spoil you

i was going to get you a van cleef stack, what colour did you want?

you

lando norris.

i don’t need a van cleef bracelet.

my man 🏎️

what about some heels?

you

you’ve already got me a bunch, my closet is begging for more space

how about you get me podium on your race in singapore?

i cant wait to watch tomorrow

my man 🏎️

well that’s already a guaranteed

i’ll just surprise you 🤍

you

okay love 🤍

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user awe the photo from his stream earlier 🥺

user HELP when he saw that y/n was watching he got so smiley and excited

bsfsinstagram not the partynextdoor lyric

yourinstagram the best of the best

landonorris im coming.

yourinstagram yeah sure 😓

user the period???

danielricciardo is this shade 🤔

yourinstagram most definitely not daniel, get off my page

bsfsinstagram danielricciardo you can get onto mine instead 😍

user realer than real

user does anyone else thinks she’s always too quick to show off her body, like she barely wears any clothing

landonorris shut up

bsfsinstagram shut up

oscarpiastri shut up

danielricciardo shut up

user omg if i was that user i would have no choice but to stop living bc how u get cussed out four times back to back

my man 🏎️

you shouldn’t worry about that comment angel

it’s been a few days, they took it down

you

i know, lots of people say it anyway

it shouldn’t bother me

my man 🏎️

it’s okay if it bothers you

but don’t change because of it

i like what you wear

i actually love it

you

🙄

of course you like it

you like everything about me

my man 🏎️

why wouldn’t it?

you’re so smart and kind

and fucking beautiful

i won the lottery

so don’t change yourself to fit a rando’s wants

who the hell even are they

you

i love you so much

i wish you were here right now

my man 🏎️

yeah, me too

but i got you that gift i was talking about

it should have arrived by now

you

oh i didn’t even notice

my man 🏎️

yeah they said they dropped it off at your door

you

okay i’ll go check, i’ll facetime you in a bit to try it on

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yourinstagram i love it so much

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yourinstagram i’m actually still getting all A’s i’ll have you know

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user the differences in their posts are taking me outtt

yourinstagram why would you post that

landonorris why wouldn’t i post that?

user will you be back in time for qatar?

mclaren he better be 😅

danielricciardo this is so girl from ipanema core lando

landonorris shut up mate

oscarpiastri when lando finally sees his girlfriend again and is no longer there to complain 🙏🏻

landonorris you know you miss me

oscarpiastri say hi to yn for me

yourinstagram best boyfriend ever 💋

landonorris only for you 🤍

[bunny-1111]

Falling behind - Theodore Nott

Based on the lyrics of "Falling Behind" by Laufey, where the reader feels like everyone's in a relationship. Too blind to notice that Theodore's been waiting for her all along.

Word count: 0.8k, fluff

...

"Don't you just love this weather" Pansy smiled beside you,

You shake your head, arms crossed, grumpy, it was going to become everyone's problem

"Come on, smell how fresh it is today!" she continues, shaking you gently

"Yeah, all I can smell is a sickly romance in the air" you groan, head tilting back

"Oh, come on, it's nice" she tries to persuade

"You because you have Blaise, alright? Look at how happy you are; look at how alone I am." you huff

She laughs at you. "You're not alone."

"Oh yeah, look around, Pans, Lovers stroll without a care in sight, I care alone, about everything", you complain.

"You're so clueless," she smiles, looking back at the rest of your Slytherin boys. Her eyes observe Theodore, and his eyes watch you.

"Whatever" you mutter, looking behind, eyes falling onto Theo

"he's perfect" you sigh

"how many times do I have to tell you for you to belive me, he likes you too" she insists

"Please Pans, he just nice, thats all" you say looking back to the ground

"Theodore Nott, nice, yeah not to most" she almost laugh

Trailing not too far walked Theo, Blaise and Draco

"Just ask her out already. I'm sick of listening to you talk about it, Nott!" demanded Draco

"Yeah, ask her out, Dray will bring Astoria, I'll bring Pansy, and you bring her", suggested Blaise

"Don't you idiots think I haven't tried? The girls' more oblivious than fucken Flilch during night shift," he sighed.

He takes matters into his own hands, picks a flower, jogs up and offers it out to you

"For you" he smiles

"Thanks, Theo" you accept, smelling the freshly plucked rose, skipping to catch up to Pansy

Pansy looks back at a now-stationed Theodore. She mouths, 'good effort,' he just nods his head. He'll try again tomorrow.

...

"Hey, did you hear we need a date for this Christmas ball thing" you panic

"Yeah, so?" Matteo replies

"So?!, this is horrible news, absolutely abhorrent", you continue

"And why's that?" he continues, unamused

"Not everyone is like you, Matteo, ok! Look at you falling in love with Tracey Davis. Good for you! You don't need to stress about who you'll take," you rant. "Gitt", you finish under your breath

"Should I ask her now?" Theodore asks Lorenzo

"Better time than ever, look at her go" he gestures to you, hands flying around the air as you rant to Matteo

Theodore's eyebrows scrunched together. He was becoming more helpless by the minute. He was beginning to lose count of how many times you had accidentally rejected him.

"look at how passionate she is, Enz, I want her so bad" Theodore admires from the couch behind you

"No one wants me!" you exclaim as if you had almost heard Theo

"Come on now." comforts Matteo, gesturing for you to turn around and face Theodore

When you did turn, your face was met with a worried-looking Theo and a smiling Enzo.

"Look at your faces. You're teasing me" You begin walking out

"Everybody's falling in love, and I'm falling behind!" you scream out, storming out the large common room doors, heading to your dorm

Unbeknownst to you, a deprived Theodore is left standing, hands thrown in the air, in defeat

"Enough now, go fucking get her", Matteo says, not looking up

Theodore shakes his head and begins to follow you, catching up to your door and knocking gently two times to alert you.

When you open the door, he is taken aback

"You're crying, why are you crying," he says quickly

You wipe your running nose and let him in, "I'm not, just coming down with a cold, I think", you try

"Bullshit, you can tell me what's wrong, alright" he smiles, inching closer.

"I'm just frustrated, that's all. They're frustrated tears," you explain quietly

He sits you both on your bed, neither of you saying anything but your eyes and his, looking into each other. The eyes say a thousand words.

"I-" you begin

"When will you get it?" he interrupts

"get what?" you ask

"I have feelings for you, alright, and you're so blindsided you can't come to your senses ad realise." you quickly spills out

"Oh.' you breath out

"yeah, oh." he follows, face frowning

"Why do you look so upset at it?" you question

"Come on, look at your reaction. You've turned me down enough times without even trying, OK? That's it, now I'm frustrated," he says

"Who said I don't have feelings for you, too," you say

"What?" he says, looking up. "Do you?"

You cup his face, softly kissing his lips

You both laugh, pulling off each other

"So why didn't you tell me" he laughs

"Why didn't you?" you reply

"I did, So many times, I tried to show you!!" he smiles

"Well, it worked in the end, Nott." you smile back, leaning in for another kiss

[leilanihours]

okayyy i see your morgan cheli category is coming soon but i have a request

the fem reader is a new uconn transfer and she’s obviously on the basketball team but her and morgan are just meeting and they happen to be on one of kayla’s live and everybody in the comments think their together and they end of catching feelings but you finish the restttttt 🤭

# I KNOW WE'RE HAVING FUN, BUT WHAT'S THE RUSH? KISS AND THEN MY CHEEKS ARE SO FLUSHED

pairing: morgan cheli x teammate!reader

word count: 991

warnings: none !

summary: you and your roommate may or may not have developed feelings for each other, displaying your secret crushes through fleeting touches and light affection.

⭑ from lani: first fic for my bby morgan bc shes so so so cute 🙂‍↕️ also chose a lyric from bags bc i feel like shes so bags coded

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"HEY GUYS! WELCOME back to another live! we're here in y/n and morgan's apartment tonight and we just finished eating dinner so now we're gonna chill for a bit," your friend kayla says in front of her phone camera.

you smile at the girl sitting at your dining table, waving to the live once you realize you can be seen in the background.

"jeez, y/n, they really like you for some reason," kayla jokes as she watches more comments about you pour in.

"hey! i'm actually very likable, thank you very much!" you defend, "right, morgan?"

"mmm, i don't know about that, you were pretty unlikeable when you ate the last of my fries earlier," the girls shrugs, plopping down next to you on the couch.

"you guys are the worst," you shake your head and turn your attention back to your phone.

as you scroll through instagram, you hear kayla answering questions from the viewers with jana, who has just recently made her appearance in the livestream.

"y/n, they're asking you what perfume you use!" jana calls out to you.

"that is a secret i will never tell," you exclaim dramatically with a wink.

the girls in the room giggle at your comment, including morgan from beside you, who has subconsciously inched closer to your frame and is now resting her head on your shoulder watching you scroll on your phone.

"you do smell really good, y/n," she whispers, your signature scent flooding her senses due to the close proximity between you two.

"thanks, morgie, i like your perfume, too," you respond, glancing down at her, "it reminds of, like, pure happiness i don't know how to explain it. it's very you, though."

she blushes at your words, a grin creeping onto her pink cheeks. as the two of you go back to watching a random tiktok on your phone, jana and kayla observe your position and decide to quietly comment on it.

"aww look at our favorite freshies, they're so cute," jana gushes with a whisper, secretly pointing a finger to you guys on camera.

"they really are our favorites, they're literally angels," kayla agrees, smiling at how you and morgan were practically cuddling now.

you two were completely oblivious to their conversation, too focused on each other's presence at the moment.

you were also oblivious to the hundreds of comments flooding kayla's screen asking about your friendship with the girl...specifically if it was something more than friendship.

about ten minutes later, one of your other teammates, kk, joins jana and kayla in front of the live as well, her energy putting a smile on everyone's faces.

"hey girlypops, how y'all doin' tonight??" she asks the live with a little shake of her shoulders, "i was thinkin' we could do another li'l talent show?"

"ooo, i'm down, let's do it," kayla replies, moving the camera so that the three of them all fit in frame.

"y/n! morgan! come here!" jana beckons.

morgan gets up from her resting place on your shoulder, the loss of contact momentarily making you frown. as she walks over to sit at the dining table with the rest of the girls, you follow her like a lost puppy, already missing her touch.

that's not weird, right? you guys were best friends, and best friends like to hug...and cuddle...and kiss...right?

you couldn't deny that you had growing feelings for the curly-haired girl, and you only hoped that they would one day be reciprocated or at least acknowledged.

you squeeze into the camera frame, finding a spot right behind morgan. your hands rest on the back of her chair, fingers absentmindedly toying with her light brown hair.

you occasionally let out a laugh or break into a smile as you watch fans showcase their oh-so-special talents to your group, but you're ultimately focused on the girl in front of you.

she's leaned back into your touch, her hands wrapped around yours from when she tugged your arms around her shoulders.

your head now sat on top of her own, the position feeling very natural and comfortable despite what the people watching thought.

"y'all gotta cool it with this cute stuff, people are gonna think y'all dating or somethin'" kk points out with a laugh and shake of her head.

"shut up, kk," you reply playfully. however, you decide that she's ultimately right, so you untangle yourself from the girl before waving goodbye to the live and your friends for the night.

"you're going to bed already?" morgan whispers, her head tilted up at you. you pause, not being able to function at the sight of her lightly freckled face and entrancing brown eyes.

"yeah, i'm feeling tired," you respond after realizing you were staring, "you wanna come with?"

"mhm," she nods, "i'll follow, you can go ahead."

"okay," you say, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, not missing the way her cheeks flushed into a light pink color at the feeling of your lips on her skin.

giggling at her reaction, you make your way into your room and sigh as you tiredly flop onto your bed. you begin to feel your eyelids drooping, exhaustion consuming you.

it's only a few minutes later when you hear your door creak open, causing you to peel open your eyes. you are met with the smiling face of your roommate who wastes no time getting under the covers and snuggling into your embrace.

with her head on your chest and your arm wrapped around her, you can't help but think about how couple-y this feels. you imagine what it would be like if you two were ever to become an actual couple, the thought making your body warm up and butterflies flutter in your stomach.

you sigh contently as you pull the girl closer to you, finally succumbing to the grasps of sleep with the help of her comforting presence.

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[greeneyessmize]

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The whole thing. The Hozier Take Me To Church? The cheek caress? The chin hold? The almost kiss? I am deeeeaaaaaad. This is so romantic. I love it even more than the original. 🐝🍯🏵

Lyrics after the cut:

"Take Me To Church"

My lover's got humour

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak

She's the last true mouthpiece

Every Sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

"We were born sick," you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes

She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

The only heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick

But I love it

Command me to be well

Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight

To keep the Goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea

Get something shiny

Something meaty for the main course

That's a fine-looking high horse

What you got in the stable?

We've a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty

That looks plenty

This is hungry work

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me my deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me my deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

No Masters or Kings

When the Ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean

Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

[idkwhatever580]

Country Girl

Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha romanoff x singer!reader

Prompt: One night a drunken Tony forgets y/n’s Texan roots and dares her to sing something different.

Warnings: dumbass Tony, songfic, swearing

A/N: okay guys. I usually dislike country but it’s growing on me. Yes this is low key a vent lol but in a good way? Idk I know the people that I’m linking the songs to. Like I literally know them. (Well the second one I know know and the first one I know her kids better but I know her too lol)

Disclaimer: I do not own these songs. The first song in the fic is not going to be y/n’s but the second one is. I would like to preface this by saying it’s like a face claim but for a song lol idk how to describe it 😭

Y/n’s Pov

I just finished my last song of the night and I am saying my goodbyes to the drunk people of the infamous Stark party.

Then suddenly Tony walks onto the stage (more like trips) and slurs

“You can’t sing good! Only good singers can sing every genre”

I chuckle at him and say

“Tony I can sing every genre. I just don’t.”

He smiles at me like he’s about to win something.

“Prove it. Sing a country song.”

I smirk and look over at Natasha who is on one of the couches watching me from afar and she gives me an eyebrow raise so I say

“What’s in it for me?”

He thinks and says

“You know how you always want me to make you your own iron man suit?”

He waits for me to nod and when I do he continues

“I’ll make one for you if you can sing a country song with no lyrics”

I hold my hand out immediately saying

“Deal”

He pauses and says

“But! You can’t sing one of the popular ones that everybody knows like before he cheats okay?”

I keep my hand out firm and say

“Deal”

So he takes it and we shake on it. I make it a point to look at the crowd and say

“Y’all are seeing this right?!”

They all nod and I once again give Natasha a little smirk knowing I’m getting an Iron Man suit.

So I go backstage for a second and grab my guitar and then I pull up a stool and adjust my mic.

I take a breath and say

“Here goes nothing”

Making the crowd laugh a bit. Honestly anything can make a drunk person laugh.

Either you can listen to this or just read the words. Idc. It helps if you listen. (It’s only part of the song btw)

I start strumming the guitar like my teacher taught me. I learned how to play on this song so it’s in my heart.

But it doesn’t matter. I’m still nervous as fuck. I might have learned how to play with this song but I never had to perform it.

I never stay in one place too long

A dirt road's singing me a siren song

I smile when I start to feel the music. I can see a couple people recognizing the song. But not many since it’s only like half way popular.

I gotta find a field

I need to spin my wheels

I got a hankering for four wide tires

And I can't help it it's the way I'm wired

'Fore you get too close

At the last minute I decide to change the words since I’m gay and I don’t like boys. Don’t wanna send the wrong signals.

Girl you need to know

I got a heart like a truck

It's been drug through the mud

Runs on dreams and gasoline

And that ole highway holds the key

It's got a lead foot down when it's leaving

Lord knows it's taken a hell of a beating

A little bit of love is all that it's needing

But it's good as it is tough

I got a heart like a-

“Hold on hold on hold on!”

Tony cuts me off so I stop playing. I give him nasty look and everyone in the crowd boos him since he literally cut into the song I was singing. But before I can say anything he says

“I know this song. I wanna hear something I haven’t heard before.”

I roll my eyes and say

“Stark, you actually only asked for a not super popular country song. I’m singing a half way popular country song.”

He shakes his head and says

“Okay me something you know I’ve never heard before.”

I smirk and look over at Natasha and she nods her head.

So I run backstage and tune my violin so I can play the bridge and then I set it on my stand and oick up my guitar again.

“You wanna hear something you’ve never heard before? I’ll give you just that”

He narrows his eyes and says

“What’s the song name?”

I sigh and say

“Leave Texas Dry.”

He folds his arms and sways a bit. He’s still drunk as fuck

“Who’s it by?”

I smile at him sweetly and say

“Y/n motherfucking Y/l/n”

His face goes white knowing he just lost and I say

“You seem to have forgotten my roots Anthony. I was born and raised in Texas. In other words you just lost a bet with a country girl.”

He scoffs and says

“Not yet. The song has to be good. How do I know it’s not chicken shit?!”

I smirk and say

“Let me fucking play and you’ll see”

The crowd low key goes wild and I sit my happy ass back down and start playing.

I’ve only played this song for Natasha, but I sure as hell practiced so many times that I memorized it. I was not about to get it wrong in front of my possible girlfriend at the time.

I remember asking her to be my girlfriend after singing it.

Once again I am NOT Kay O’Neil. I am simply an acquaintance that loves her music and also happens to write fanfics lol.

Here’s the song if you wanna listen before reading.

She’s like summer rain

Takes my cares away

Drives me insane

She’s all I need

Just for her to stay

Is all I plead

While singing I start thinking of her. I am only looking right at her and I think of the first time I met her. Before we dated I could not handle myself. It’s almost funny how clumsy and awkward I got around her.

‘Cause when she smiles

My heart can’t take it

And I’d go miles

Just so we could make it

‘Cause I’m startin’ to see

How hard it would be

To let her pass by

And leave Texas dry

I was just a girl from Texas that ended up with powers. I had no idea what my life was to hold.

She’s pourin’ down

And I can’t get enough

Wanna keep her ‘round

I remember the first time we danced in the rain. I was sad and sitting on the roof. She, being my best friend, had come out and sit there with me. Then it started raining and she pulled me up to go inside but I stopped her and asked her to dance with me.

I stepped on her foot a few times but she didn’t mind.

‘Cause when she smiles

My heart can’t take it

And I’d go miles

Just so we could make it

‘Cause I’m startin’ to see

How hard it would be

To let her pass by

And leave Texas dry

I pick up my violin for the bridge and start playing with all my heart.

Then I look at Natasha and smile seeing her bright smile on display. She can make me melt from one look. And I start singing the bridge.

It’s hard lettin’ go

When her love is all I know

But I want her to do

What she wants to

I wrote that because I was terrified. We had a situationship, but she was scared of love. And I was scared of life without her. But I wanted the best for her so I was ready for rejection.

Then I slow it down for the last chorus.

‘Cause when she smiles

My heart can’t take it

And I’d go miles

Just so we could make it

‘Cause I’m startin’ to see

How hard it would be

To let her pass by

And leave Texas dry

She blows me a kiss and I send her a dopey smile and I suddenly remember the black box in my pocket. I kept it on me for any time that was perfect. And honestly. What a better way to do it?

So I move my hand to signal her up here and I give Wanda a look to make sure Tony doesn’t get in the way of it.

She immediately understands and nods her head having her mission set out.

Then Natasha makes it onto the stage as I sing the last few lines.

Oh don’t leave Texas dry

Leave Texas dry

I stand up and look at her and she has a surprisingly watery smile.

I hand her my violin since the stand is behind her and while she turns around I shush the crowd and get down on one knee while getting the ring box.

She turns around and gasps.

I give her a loving look and say

“Natasha. You have been there for me from the very beginning. I remember my first day here and Clint was showing me around telling me not to get hurt if you didn’t like me. But you surprised everyone by volunteering to help me get my things and you were so kind. I knew in that moment I wanted you. I have known for so long I love you. I love you so so much and I will never stop loving you.”

She has her hand covering her mouth and her eyes are watering. The crowd, thankfully, is dead silent except for the few coos from them since the mic is still on. I have my head mic on today instead of using the normal microphone.

“I asked you to be my girlfriend three years ago with this exact song. And when you said yes I almost passed out. I completely expected you to reject me by punching me in the face. I honestly am surprised you haven’t punched me even now. And I thought, what a better time to ask this question than doing it like I did in the beginning. So please. Make me the happiest woman alive and marry me?”

I look hopeful and she pretends to think about it like she did the first time but ultimately she nods and says

“Yes y/n I would love to marry you”

After that I break and let out a sob and shakily place the ring on her finger. She actually had to help me because I was so shaky. But she pulls me up to stand and kisses me in front of everyone.

And then our moment is ruined by Tony patting me on the back.

I look at Wanda and she sends a sympathetic look that says ‘I did all I could’ and then I smile knowing we at least got a moment. But Tony says

“Look at that ladies and gentlemen and everything in between”

I smirk knowing I rubbed off on him. And he continues regardless

“All of this happened because of me.”

I roll my eyes and instead of fighting with him I just let him have his moment knowing he won’t remember this in the morning and say

“Whatever helps you sleep at night. But you still owe me a suit”

He groans and runs off to get another drink. I turn to Natasha and say

“Let’s go to our room fiancé”

A/N: I hope y’all liked it!!! I def let my country out a bit. But not a lot. You can tell I’m from Texas from the y’all

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[demonslayedher]

Checking fic details means I was spending more time back in the Infinity Fortress and ahaha unnnnngggghh it hurrrrrttttssss but these movies are gonna be soooo goooood

So anyway a thought

You know how we have a "Song of Kamado Tanjiro" and "Song of Kamado Nezuko"? What if we get a "Song of Agatsuma Zenitsu" and a "Song of Hashibira Inosuke"?

Pacing-wise it might be hard to fit them in if they are as long and slow as Tanjiro's and Nezuko's, but a little bit of lyrics would be nice. I wonder how they'll incorporate a pinky promise song, or up the drama of Zenitsu's Thunder Breath BGM?

I'm really not ready to hear what new arrangements we'll get of older theme music. Waaaaaaaah. Anyway, playing with more thoughts about the movie adaptations:

Here's how I would break up the movies:

First off, Sunrise Countdown is getting its own that doesn't get announced until after these three air. There's just too much content to picture all of it squeezing into three movies.

First movie:

Takes a little time on set-up and exposition--they will have to assume some people are watching and don't know the backstory, or only watched Mugen Ressha. Not a full backstory, but enough to remind us of the Kagaya and Muzan encounter and everybody dropping in. The manga has us checking in Hashira upset over Kagaya's death, after all.

Gives us Douma's back story

Shinobu's last stand, probably with a very sad spin on her theme music

Builds up Zenitsu vs Kaigaku as the climax (and if it's treated as the climax, that's an excuse for a special intro song)

Ends with Tanjiro battling Akaza, Akaza affirming that Tanjiro has gotten stronger and Tanjiro reaffirming Rengoku's worldview

Movie 2

Exposition to remind us all where everybody is (poor Kanao has been battling Douma in the background of a volume's worth of manga and is already bloody by the time we check in on how she's doing after the Akaza, after all--Douma crying about Akaza finally GAVE HER A BREAK)

Full on Akaza battle, starting with Giyuu attaining a mark (and this also gives us some set-uo for Inosuke's role in this film since Tanjiro has him in flashbacks)

Akaza flashback

Kanao and Inosuke finish Douma off, with Shinobu coming back in for the climax of this film.

Although Inosuke's glory is shared with Kanao and Shinobu, giving him a special insert would balance his role with that of Zenitsu's in the first film.

Leave off with a reminder of what everybody else is up to, especially Tamayo running out of time with Muzan

Movie 3

Tanjiro is more of a framing device in this one rather than actively involved, it starts with him getting Senjuro's letter, so we already have Sun Breath on the brain

Bam, it's Koku vs everybody

Bam, the Nakime battle for some brevity

Baaaaam, it's Koku's backstory (I got this idea years ago, and I still would love to see his backstory staged as Shin-Kabuki)

Baaaaazzzzammm, more characters are dying and we are in paaaaainn, but Koku's defeat is well-earned climax shared among Genya + Hashira

OHHHH HELLLL NAAAAH IT'S MUZAN AND THE CORP MEMBERS ARE GETTING SLAUGHTERED

Maybe or maybe not ends with Yushiro crashing the fortress, maybe or maybe not ends with Tanjirou looking like he's died of Muzan-blood

It'll at least include Tanjiro getting pissed off at Muzan and then Ufotable announcing they are still gonna get more movie moneybout of us the following year because the hype train in infinite.

Also, through--maybe they'll slip in more of the excessive Taisho Secret details that Gotouge had no room for, like details about Hakuji's rival who poisoned the well, or Kaigaku rejecting Jiichan's haori,or Tamayo's efforts to avoid consuming human blood? How long will the run time on these things be, anyway??? My butt is ready for marathon movies, Ufotable.

Anyway. Man, I've had a day. This arc is wild and it's going to make for phenomenal animated scenes. Not only pain!! There will be coolness beyond the pain! But dang it, there will be SO MUCH PAIN

[n33dlew0rk]

Only Love

rated G | 1052 words | cw: very much anachronistic lol, also changed lyrics bc gender is silly | tags: post-canon, everybody lives, pre-steddie, no beta we die like sleep-deprived dysfunctional adults 

for @steddie-week prompt 'trade' (day 4)

A few months after his slow recovery allowed him to start playing again, Eddie found himself improvising as a guitar teacher for one Steve Harrington: PTSD buddy, appointed saviour, babysitter extraordinaire, former King, currently Eddie’s biggest crush to date.

It started suddenly mid-autumn, after the third movie night in a row the two of them shared at the Munson’s new trailer and umpteenth time he found Steve’s fingers tracing the frets of his acoustic guitar.

“She doesn’t bite, y’know?” Eddie said with half a smile. 

The reverence with which Steve usually stared both at the instrument or at Eddie himself when he was practising, was one he could only translate as belonging to someone who’s been denied the exploration of whatever hobby was not deemed sufficiently dignified by an uptight parent.

That, or Steve was acting like a teenage girl crushing on a rockstar and Eddie really didn’t think this was the case.

Steve blushed, like a kid caught in the act. 

Eddie chuckled, put a hand on the other man’s shoulder and gently squeezed it. If the contact lasted one little second too much to be completely platonic, that’s none of your business.

“Come on then, take her down”, he smiled. Steve’s eyes widened like the proposition was the most absurd thing ever to leave Eddie’s mouth.

When Eddie’s eyebrows flew to the ceiling trying to emphasize his invitation, Steve finally mustered the courage to grab the guitar’s body, slowly lifting it up from its support on the wall.

He was a surprisingly fast learner. His big and already calloused hands were excellent for the more complicated chords. He had a good ear and wasn’t particularly fond of music theory, something Eddie’s chaotic study path could very well relate to.

Weeks passed and Steve slowly started taking the guitar home with him. At first only when Eddie didn't have time for a lesson or when Corroded Coffin was rehearsing. But gradually the instrument was practically fused to Steve’s shoulder wherever he went, like a little bird leaving the nest to find its way in life.

Sometimes Eddie put his fingers on top of Steve’s to suggest a better position or correct a chord and Steve would look frustrated. Or flustered, maybe? Maybe both. Eddie kept reassuring him every time, guiding the other’s hands gently, telling him he was doing an amazing job.

By the spring of ‘87, Steve was able to play about ten covers with ease and even a few duets with Eddie when he felt bold (which, granted, wasn’t that often).

After a particularly hot summer afternoon spent poolside at Steve’s, Eddie was strumming on his unofficially ex-acoustic guitar and watching the sun set slowly. 

“I should probably buy one of my own”, Steve said, mortified, walking towards him with two cold beers in hand.

“Nah”, smiled Eddie. “I miss her, but I can feel she chose you”, he chuckled. “Plus, I’m happy you’re keeping her, makes me feel like I did something good honestly”.

Steve gave him a tentative smile, his gaze shifting from the guitar, to Eddie’s eyes, then roaming on his face, to his hand on the neck of the instrument and, finally, to the floor.

“You did.” He sounded sincere, grateful. After a beat, he straightened up, but he was still not looking at the metalhead. “What if I trade you something for her?” Steve managed to say in a small voice. 

Eddie cocked his head, now curious. “Well now, Stevie, she’s royalty this one, you know?”. His hand slowly caressed the warm wood of the guitar affectionately. Then he lifted his gaze to search Steve’s. “I’ll need something valuable in exchange”, he smirked.

Steve looked at him, blushed suddenly and just nodded, his expression shifting to one of absolute focus. He extended one arm, gesturing Eddie to pass him the guitar and sat down beside him, leaving the beer bottles aside, his legs reaching the clear water of the pool below. 

A thousand thoughts crossed Eddie’s mind. It wouldn’t have been the first time Steve played him something, but he looked nervous. So Eddie bit his tongue, kept the teasing for himself and smiled encouraging at the other man.

The backyard was quiet around them as Steve murmured something under his breath and positioned his hands on the guitar. He took two deep breaths and then he started playing.

He plucked the strings intently, creating a pretty upbeat melody.

Eddie felt pride rushing through him. Steve was good. He learnt a lot in the past year, practised in every free moment he got and this was the product of his hard work.

It wasn’t, however until Steve started singing that Eddie actually listened.

Steve’s voice was soft, shy, a bit unsure. Eddie didn’t know the song, so he figured it must be something either original or too hit-pop for him to recognise. 

Darling, you're with me, always around me Only love, my only love Darling, I feel you under my body Only love, my only love

Something in the way Steve immersed himself in the music, told Eddie that this was something really important for him, personal.

Give me shelter, or show me heart Come on, love, come on, love Watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart…

A love ballad then, uh? Eddie felt a pang in his stomach but ignored it. It’s not like he could ever be on the receiving end of words like these. 

Steve gained confidence by playing and lifted his gaze to meet Eddie’s, now singing directly to him.

And I'll be yours to keep A wind in the shadows, whale song in the deep A wind in the shadows, whale song in the deep

The piece was simple and went on a few more times between gentle notes and the lyrics. Steve adjusted himself while transitioning to the closing bridge of the song and for a moment there, lost between Steve’s words and the honey of his eyes, Eddie forgot how to breathe.

Only love, love, love Only love, love, love Only love, love, love Boy, show me heart

Come on love, love, love Come on love, love, love Come on love, love, love Watch me fall apart

Come on love, love, love Come on love, love, love Come on love, love, love Boy, show me heart

[puffein]

dancing in the moonlight

pairings: wanda maximoff x fem!reader summary: just you and wanda dancing under the moonlight warnings: fluff word count: 1015 a/n: dancing in the moonlight suddenly played while i was writing the epilogue of late spring and then i just started abandoning the epilogue and wrote this instead T.T

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The full moon loomed over the picturesque night sky, its big rounded shape centers itself right at the gradient navy blue sky, making itself known to everyone with the capabilities to see the sight it beholds. 

With the looming moon's rippling lemon light irradiating itself through the branches of the howling trees sending forth a ghostly image of coal black shadows laying steadily onto the ground would make anyone quiver with fear and anxiety as the fields surround under its shadows. Despite its eerie image plastering throughout the grassland, the full moon's shining light becomes warm and earthly as it cascades right at your partner's striking face, your breath catches short and her green eyes stare right at yours. 

A grin made its way into your face, and the scent of freshly wet grass danced through your nose casting a worldly aroma for you to take in. 

"I have been looking for you." Her voice was low and quiet, you could feel the ends of her lips touching lightly onto your ears, making you shiver. 

"Sorry, Tony made this complaint about the appetizers.." your frown lingers a little longer than you have liked. Wanda barks out a giggle, her hands snaking roundly into your waist, pulling you closer to her mellow body. 

She kisses your temple, "He could complain all night for all I care." 

You turn your head at her, facing her fully, "Well, I care." 

She lets out an amusing grin, "Well, that is your problem, my love. Not mine."

Undeterred by the teasing timbre of her sultry voice, you flush your back tightly at her front, sighing as you felt her slender arms adjusting to fully wrap you from behind, her chin resting steadily into your shoulder. 

You feel the anchored breathing her lungs emits, the warm breaths she lets out as her lips travel along your cheeks down to the sides of your neck, making the corners of your lips twitch. 

You watch the small crowd of people scattering around the fields of grass and trees, socializing quietly, a piece of soft music binding itself through the penetrating air of the night. Other than the natural light the moon generously bestows upon you and the crowds, an amber of light from the lanterns and fairy lights scattered around the area made it more magical and breathtaking. 

A familiar tempo of a song plays through the speaker, making Wanda's hold on you tighten, her cheeks rest upon your shoulder, and the piercing gaze of her green eyes settles heavily on the side of your face.

"It's the song you always listen to," she whispers, soft lips finding their way into your cheeks, your face heats up as you felt the corners of her mouth moving upwards. Spinning you around to fully face her gorgeous face, your eyes downcasted onto the beautiful twirling of her braided hair. 

She tilts her head, offering you her hand, "Shall we dance, my love?"

You gave her a bashful smile, nodding as you let her lead you to the center of the field, away from the delicately designed tables and chairs. You peered right at her, wrapping your hands on her neck, Wanda pulls you impossibly closer. 

She leans down, placing her forehead rightfully at yours, her hands situated at your hips guiding you to match the endeavors of her soft swaying. The rhythmic move of both your hips matches the upbeat tempo of the song, making you giggle as she hums the song. 

"I thought you hate this song." 

Her humming stops, "But you love it."

"...everybody's feeling warm and bright." your voice imitates the lyrics of the song, your hips swaying still as Wanda's grin widens at your singing. 

"..it's such a fine and natural sight," she continues the lyrics, gazing at you with adoration and devotion. It lays heavy into your chest, and the drumming of your heart fastens at her fierce stare. "Shall I say my vows to you once again?" 

Your eyes shine, "I don't wanna cry again." 

She grins, "You look beautiful, so beautiful, crying or not." A kiss comes after, her lips wrapping into your quivering ones as your hips halt its swaying to focus at her plump lips but Wanda's firm grasp controls the soft gliding of your hips, her mouth moving delicately into yours. 

The kiss she gave you made you gasp for air, the ferocity of the dance of her lips emits felt like she was kissing you for the very first time. Trying to engrave the feel of your lips into her searing mind.  

"I can't get enough of you," she whispers, her hands moving dangerously low as she pulls you closer, "You and this white dress should be placed in a museum. People should commemorate the sight you have given them, no art could compare to your fine beauty, my love." 

Your face warms at her bold words, making you hide your face right at her chest. Wanda's hand moves automatically onto your hair, brushing through your locks gently. 

"I can't believe you let me have the freedom of calling you my wife, I can't thank you enough for that." Her body vibrates beautifully as her words dance with the tunes of the song. 

Wanda's eyes blazed with affection, she leans away gently to put both of her hands on the side of your cheeks, "Gorgeous."

You laugh, "Stop. We are literally at our wedding reception, you can now stop coating your words with sweetness because I am now yours for eternity, until your last breath." 

She remains serious, her pupils dilated, "Okay, but I will be yours even after death."

"Is after death even real."

"It will be real, I will make sure of it to love you even after death," she mutters, leaning once again to peck your lips. "Have you forgotten my vows?"

Your chest heaves out a quiet laugh, "Oh god, of course not, it is engraved tightly on my mind."

"Good," she says, her lips twitching heavenwards, "Because I will religiously say it to you every night like a mantra."

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[silvervioletvalentine]

🖤¡And I never saw you coming , and I’ll never be the same!🖤

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Teammate Cherrie!

Word count: 4.7k

Summary : lyric request : hey! love your writing by the way <3 could i request "and i never saw you coming and i'll never be the same" with charles leclerc? maybe cherrie's had a few bad breakups and she doesn't really trust men anymore, but charles comes along and just changes everything and it's superrr fluffy? thank you so much! x

A/N : hiii!! @cieloclercs Thank u for giving me the inspo for this fic!! Sorry it took so long but I had fun writing it. I hope you u like it!! You guys can send in more Taylor swift lyric prompts for f1 drivers or nhl players and I’ll see what I can do! Lemme know what u guys think xoxo

'I'm walking fast through the traffic lights

Busy streets and busy lives

And all we know is touch and go

We are alone with our changing minds

We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time'

Cherrie tried to push the stinging in the back of her eyes as she ignored the consistent buzzing of her phone in the back pocket of her jeans , sniffling quietly as she quickly crossed through the traffic lights .

Barely seeing a flash of green in the corner of her eyes as she rushed through the busy streets , everybody too overtaken by their own busy lives to pay her distressed self any mind.

And she supposed she took some solace in knowing that everybody was going through the same shit , at different points in their lives . Everybody got sick sometime. Everybody kissed somebody that they didn't see themselves spending the rest of their lives with. Everybody cried , everybody died. Everybody was suffering in some way, some had better coping mechanisms than others and some barely coped at all.

Some found art in pain and some found irony in their own , shaking her head with a bitter chuckle as she roughly pulled her still buzzing phone out from her pocket in a sudden burst of rage .

It had always been like this and at some point in her life she had started to wonder if she really was the problem. If she really were so unlovable than a man could look at her and see someone that they could lie to, someone that they would betray.

It wasn't fair. And it wasn't fair that it hurt each and every time. The sting of betrayal never got any lighter and even if she didn’t love them, it still hurt to know that they didn't love her either.

Maybe she deserved it. Maybe she just wasn't good enough.

To the rest of the world she was this shining star, destined for bright things. Destined to be the best, to stay at the top of her game . Racing fast until the slate ran clean , but no amount of trophy's and no amount of winnings could make this sickness brewing in her heart go away.

"What?" She snapped into the phone , not caring for the wary looks she received as she finally stomped her way into the paddock. Paying no mind to the cameras and no mind to those trying to catch her attention.

She was tired , so fucking tired of trying to be somebody that she just wasn't. She didn't want to smile and look pretty for anyone, she was sick of giving love and getting absolutely nothing but lies in return.

"Haven't you hurt me enough already ?" She almost cried into the speaker , wiping at her slowly drying eyes. She wasn't going to cry at work, she wasn't that type of girl.

She was the star after all. She was ferrari’s golden girl. She couldn't let them watch her bleed.

She had come out of crashing her car with much less scars than this relationship had left. And she was done.

She was sick of men. But she wanted love.

She didn't want to love a thousand of them, didn't want to go through the stages again . Through all the get to know you questions and the uncertainty , failing in love again till it hurts and then bleeds, then fades in time.

It just hurt. And she was tried of it.

"Now you want to give me a headache too?" She snapped at her now ex boyfriend in a rage, kicking the trash can in the corner of the room as she did so. Imagining it was his stupid face.

Why did all the pretty ones have to be such lying assholes in the end?

They had all been so beautiful until their true colours finally showed and it was so fucking ugly.

Like a picture she never asked to be painted , a puzzle that never would fit.

"I'm sorry baby- look- just come back home! We can talk about this-it doesn't have to end like this- I still love you-" the asshole tried to sound tearful but she knew that the only reason he was crying was because he got caught.

She let out a cold laugh, hand pressed to her forehead in frustration . Tears blurring her vision despite her otherwise blank face.

"It ended the moment you decided to kiss any lips but my own! You don't love me-" she laughed and she laughed. Sadly or bitterly , maybe both.

“If you really loved me, you wouldn't have been able to have been 'stolen from me' in the first place." She quoted what the headlines had wrote when they photographed her boyfriend with his tongue down some models throat.

But she didn't blame the woman. Oh no. Because he wasn't hers to begin with was he? Because if he was hers, he wouldn't have been tempted to do this. He wouldn't have even hesitated to say goodbye and turn the other cheek. He would have said no.

But instead he told her he loved her that night and then humiliated her for the world to see.

A awful pattern in most of her ex boyfriends , most of them pretty liars that liked to cry wolf as soon as she saw them for who they truly were.

"So goodbye. Don't call me. Lose my number asshole, we’re fucking done ." She instructed him with a hard sigh, done with this conversation now. Done with him.

She didn't see her teammate uneasily hesitate by the doorway , having heard every single world.

Having been worried about her since the headlines had made its way to his knowledge. But he didn't know what to do or say because they weren't exactly friends. They just worked together and she had been so fixated on lost love and championships, she barely paid him any mind at all . No matter what he did.

She tolerated him at most and no matter how hard Charles had tried to her closer to her, to show her that he was a good guy. She just was never interested .

Too busy with her bad guys to see him.

She almost jumped, startled , when she finally ended the phone call and turned around to see him standing there. Waiting for her to see him. To talk to her.

She inhaled deeply, pursing her lips together tightly as she realised that he had definitely heard it all.

Taking a moment to just look at him, seeing his soft , nervous smile on his pretty little face as he ran a hand through his hair. Eyes falling away from hers then down to his feet instead.

She sighed quietly , patience for men ran thin.

“You alright?" She muttered. Barely paying him any mind again as she tried to gather herself together , brushing down her clothes with the palm of her hands like she was brushing off the memories.

Charles slowly nodded his head, frowning a little. Worried.

"Yeah. are you?" He wondered in concern. She looked so sad. So tired. It hurt him to see.

He wondered how long this had been going on for, wondered why she kept doing this.

He had seen her jump from one guy to another , bad boyfriend after bad boyfriend. And he was starting to wonder if she got them off a bad friend, or if she was just catching these assholes like Pokemon balls at this point.

But Charles thought that she deserved so much more , to him she was daylight. She was golden.

He couldn't understand why she accepted fake love when she could have the real thing if she just opened her eyes and saw him standing there. He has always been there , waiting for her to see.

Instead she looked away, shrugging her shoulders in vague irritation . Not wanting to talk about it with her teammate that she barely knew beyond greetings and forced team bonding.

They weren't friends. She reminded herself to hit feel guilty for being so emotionally distant from him. She didn’t owe Charles anything.

Didn’t owe any man shit really. But still.

Maybe they were never meant to be friends.

She just didn’t know anymore . She sighed.

"I will be." She promised with a light laugh . To be polite . Before quickly Moving on. Because that was all she knew how to do.

‘And I never Saw you coming

And I'll never Be the same��

Cherrie looked down at the box of chocolate cupcakes in Charles hands, glancing back up to his little smile in confusion.

"What's this for?" She asked him curiously , lips twitching at the sight of all the different colour icing on top of them.

“It's not my birthday." She added as though he didn't already know. As though he didn't have her birthday marked in his Calendar as soon as he knew she existed .

Which was a long time ago, way before she even knew who he was.

Yeah. That’s how gone for her he was, and his friends could tease him all they liked for being ‘whipped’ and a longtime ‘simp’ for her, but he simply didn’t care. Because she deserved the world and Charles wanted to be the one to give it to her.

Charles just chucked a little, smile widening as he saw the way she breathed the smell in like the aroma was a candle . Gently taking one from the box , still sat on a random storage box in her garage as she watched her mechanics tinker with her car. Ever the vigilante.

He then took a seat beside her carefully , eyes never leaving The side of her pretty face, his cheeks flushing when she looked over at him and caught him staring . eyes not as dark or as sad as she took a bite from the cupcake , humming happily as she did so.

"I know." He acknowledged softly , fiddling with the box a little nervously . "I just-I overheard you telling your trainer this morning that you could really eat some cupcakes right now so.." he trailed off with a slight shrug. Swallowing.

But he was trying . So fucking hard to show her that he could be the one , that he could treat her right. That if she just have him a chance, he would never treat her like they did. He wasn’t them.

She just needed to trust in him.

Cherries eyes widened in surprise, having known that he was in the gym with them too , but not having realised that he paid any attention to her at all.

She was used to guys not listening to her mindless rambles and just leaving her to it, her talking usually just annoying them until they made some excuse to change the subject onto something they liked instead .

She exhaled softly , heart warming at his kind, selfless offer.

“Oh." She said smiling a little at him "then you heard him tell me not to eat them too. I'm meant to be on a strict diet." She giggled before taking a big bite.

Then she offered him a cupcake too.

Charles Beamed because it’s was progress.

Charles gently taking it from her fingers, playing with the wrapper as he murmured quietly .

“You can have them . You're perfect. And you-" he nervously giggled a little as he added quickly "you deserve them for winning the race."

Cherrie looked at him, confused. Face flushing a little from him calling her perfect so casually.

Like he meant it.

"I haven't won yet." She said.

Charles just smirked, nudging his shoulder gently against hers as he answered her easily "but you will." Because he believed in her. She could win anything she wanted. She was the best.

And Cherrie could only look down at the cupcakes, heart feeling strange as she realised that this might be something that she never saw coming .

Because it felt different, it hit different now. 

Had his smile always been so soft towards her? Had he always been this nice?

'You come around and the armor falls

Pierce the room like a cannonball

Now all we know is don't let go'

Cherrie could only let out a little groan when Charles found her in the corner of the ballroom, sulking in a beautiful silk gown as she clutched onto the empty champagne glass in his hand.

Feeling like a lonely loser in the darkened corner of the room. Watching the rich couples dance and laugh, and spinning circles around the room while she tried not to cry.

And utterly failed .

Charles found her tucked into the corner of the window seat , most of the velvet curtain covering her as she tucked her knee up underneath her chin and cried silently , waterproof makeup not budging.

She thanked god for it. She might be a little unstable but her mascara wasn't .

He looked concerned, and rightfully so. She was Crying at a party that was more like a grand ball , all mopey and for the first time in a long time, arriving alone. Maybe that was what was hitting her then.

That she was really alone. She didn't have anyone by her side anymore , no one to sneak off with , no more stolen kisses, silly jokes and long goodbyes.

It was just her now. Sat in a pretty gown, champagne glass and tears in her eyes. If only a poet could see her now. She'd be the star of his novel.

Charles leant against the wall of the fancy window, looking down at her quietly for a moment . Taking in the way she refused to meet his eyes, he sighed sadly .

"You're too pretty to be crying in your pretty dress Cher." He murmured to her softly . Meaning it.

She just laughed bitterly "I'm too pretty to be getting cheated on and having my heart ripped out but..." she shrugged with attitude "happens to me all the time. So Leave me alone Charles." She tried to push him away.

Charles took one good look at her, then shook his head, laughing sadly at how easy she thought she could scare him away.

Instead He sat down beside her, pulling his knees up so that they were sat toe to toe. Tapping the heel of his dress shoes against her heels to make her look up at him.

Grinning a little at the glare she shot him, he shook his head fondly.

"No. I'm not." He simply denied. Because he wasn't going to leave her alone, crying at a party . No way. "Don't be silly."

"Piss off." She snapped back. Kicking his foot with her heel.

He barely reacted.

Instead, he snorted at her, smirking . "You've been hanging around lando too much. Should have said bugger off." He told her amused.

She glared even harder then , wiping underneath her eyes with a little huff.

“Charles. I'm serious. I don't want to talk to you." She told him , upset.

He just shrugged, getting comfortable . "Why are you so upset? Is this about that asshole again? Cause he doesn't deserve your tears." He asked her instead.

Cherrie groaned . Then looked at his soft eyes, stubborn face and gave in.

Her amor falling down just like that.

"I know but all I've known is touch and go." She murmured sadly . Finally Letting him in . "It's never permanent and it's always me that gets my heart broken. Men fucking suck."

Charles blinked , then "thanks. I can confirm that we do suck. But why are you crying? It's over now , no? You should be celebrating if anything, that you got rid of that asshole!" He nudged her foot with his again. Grinning at her like a fool as he tried to cheer her up.

and it worked. Her shoulders slowly relaxing without her even realising it as she giggled, looking over at him in amusement .

"In this party? They don't even have any real food! They offered tiny cheese that even a mouse would go hungry eating!" She complained to him.

Eyes widening in surprise when he suddenly jumped to his feet, grinning down at her as he offered her His hand.

"Come in then!" He said . Rolling his eyes when she just looked up at him like he was insane.

“Let's get out of here! We can see what's open and hang out . Hopefully over some pizza." He tugged at her hand impatiently , pulling her to her feet when she failed to do it herself.

Gasping a little with a laugh as he started rushing her out of the grand doors, paying no mind to the looks they received .

He just held onto her hand tighter , her other hand quickly reaching down to hold up her dress as they started to run down the dark and empty street together .

Charles laughing as she squealed , giggling along with him too.

"I'm going to fall!" She exclaimed while wobbling.

But Charles just tugged her closer, tightening his grip on her hand as he looked over at her with a wide grin on his face. Beaming at her , eyes sparkling beneath the moonlight.

"Then don't let go!" He said.

'We are alone, just you and me

Up in your room and our slates are clean

Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes'

Cherrie didn't know how she ended up here. In Charles room at midnight , sleep clouding her eyes as he pulled her lazily to his chest, his fingertips tracing soft letters into her shoulders. Feeling his soft breathing ontop of her forhead as he held her close , their legs intertwined as they listened to the faint sound of the radio playing .

"I shouldn't be doing this." She whispered into the dark, yet snuggled into him even closer . Feeling his lips curve into a smile against the top of her head, laughing lightly as he gently flicked between her shoulders

He just hummed "you should be doing whatever you want to be doing." He simply replked. Twirling her hair around his finger with his other hand, lost in all that she was. all that she could be.

Cherrie sighed, troubled.

Frowning sadly "I don't know what I want anymore." She admitted to him , feeling a small weight break apart from her chest as she did so.

Charles sighed too, like her sadness was hurting him. Then he carefully pulled away until they were nose to nose , looking into her eyes with all the patience in the world for her.

She softened. And He did too. His heart mirrored hers. All she was him then.

And All he had ever seen was her.

"And That's okay. You will." He believed it. He trusted it.

He had her now and he was going to make sure that she knew what good love felt like for as long as she would let him.

And she knew. And she exhaled shakily , hugging him to her as she felt a small surge of guilt run through her body.

"You don't want this Charles . I'm a mess." She tried to make him see.

But he did see her. and he loved what he saw, he always had. A few shitty ex boyfriends wouldn't scare him away.

"I think I'll decide what I want." He told her in vague amusement . As stubborn as she was. He wasn't about to let this , her, go.

"You'll be waiting a long time." She tried again. But it was futile .

He just laughed "I don't care. It'll be worth the wait." He whispered back to her, smiling softly.

She felt her cheeks flush and then she smiled too.

'And I've loved in shades of wrong

We learn to live with the pain

Mosaic broken hearts

But this love is brave and wild'

The ghost of past heartbreak got easier to deal with because of course it did. and what once felt overwhelming and painful now just felt something like vague annoyance , a little sadness of what could of been.

But she wasn't alone to face it this time. So when Ben, her ex , turned to her with a new woman on his arm at a party, she could only let out a resigned laugh. Because this was how she let go.

She felt Charles arm tighten briefly around her waist but she didn't look at him. Feeling him with her was enough to give her the courage to smile in face of somebody that had hurt her deeply, and now she barely felt a thing towards him at all.

"Hey." Ben breathed out nervously , looking at her with big eyes that darted between her and Charles with a slight frown. "How have you been?" He asked her .

It was then that she Finally glanced over at Charles, stifling a laugh as she saw the look on his face, clearly unimpressed and looking like he wanted nothing more than to trip her ex boyfriend into a pile of hot shit.

"How have I been?" She mused.

Meeting Charles knowing eyes as she thought about the summer of holidays , of exploring places and a new body. Of soft kisses and unbroken promises , of commitment and truths.

She thought about all the good love that she had experienced lately at the hands of Charles , who had done but persistently show her that she deserved nothing but the best.

That she didn't need to overthink the bare minimum because he gave her the world.

He have been showing her what a man truly in love looked like. And he was looking at her like she was his best friend, like she hung all the stars in his sky. Like he was looking at her and see the future , saw a bride. Saw a forever friend

So she smiled at Ben genuinely , shocking him as she told him Honeslty . "I've been good."

Because she was learning to live  with the pain of broken memories. Of fading , old loves and she was slowly having her heart stitched back together by the soft hands of her teammate.

'This is a state of grace

This is the worthwhile fight

Love is a ruthless game

Unless you play it good and right'

But it wasn't easy and they're were moments were Cherrie was so sure that Charles would leave her. That he would see what a mess she really was and realise that she wasn't worth the fight.

But he stayed each and every time .

He fought back when she screamed at him to go, because he knew that wasn't what she really wanted…she just wasn't used to being verbally emotional with a guy that actually loved her.

She was So used to quick goodbyes and letting go. So used to feeling like a stepping stone.

But this was different now. It hit different now.

"This isn't going to fucking work Charles! You're insane for thinking that it ever would!" She screamed at him. Upset and worked up over something that she couldn't even explain.

All the ghosts of bad love making her like this. Making her shiver with unease . Expecting all the bad things, anticipating the goodbye.

And she thought that he would crumble , that he would leave her like they all did and had.

But this was Charles , who was just as stubborn as she was. and crazily in love with her too. He wasn't going anywhere.

He was in this for forever .

"You're insane If you think I'm just going to give up because you're scared Cherrie!" He gave it to her bluntly . Wanting to give her a little shake so that she would just listen to him.

She was so stubborn. But he loved her, so fucking much.

This was the worthwhile fight. And love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right.

and he knew that she needed a little bit of tough love sometimes , some directness to get her there. She was used to being brushed aside and nobody fighting back, used to no effort and lies.

Charles wasn't going to let that happen ever again. He chose honesty . Always. Because no relationship would last if it was built on flimsy lies.

"All those other guys. They are idiots okay? They were stupid , insecure boys who didn't know what to do or how to handle a woman like you! They didn't know what they had until you are gone and that's on them. Not you." He told her firmly . Planting his hands gently on her arms to turn her to face him.

With attitude, she slapped them away. Huffing as she glared back at him. He stubbornly glared back too. Not giving in.

He wasn’t going to let her push him away.

“And you do? You can handle me?" She scoffed. Expecting him to back off the. . She was being a bitch and she knew it.

Because Charles was right, she was scared.

Because this felt real.

It was real. and she had never felt anything good like this before, she felt like she was waiting for it all to fall down .

Waiting For him to lie, to hurt her. To chose another girl , to love anyone but her when he finally got bored of her attitude  , got sick of her in general.

But then she looked at him. His tearful eyes and incredulous smile as he took another step closer to her, never walking away. Looking at her with a shake of his head, even laughing a little and she knew.

She knew this was different.

This was it.

"I can. I do." He continued for her quietly "because I love you. I am so in love with you that when you’re being mean to me, When you’re making your stupid jokes and telling me all your bitchy gossip. and when you're everything that those other guys told you were 'bad traits'. I fall in love with you even more. Because you're you." He told her simply , heart wide open for her to see.

She had the keys to it, it felt like she always had. He had just been waiting for her to use them, to see him.

"And I love you."

She could see him clearly now. And she finally believed him, trusted him.

So she kissed him .

She grabbed his face between her hands. And kissed him like it would be the last time, but it was the beginning of forever .

He was going to be the last man she ever kissed hopefully , his head tilting with a soft moan as he pulled her close. Even smiling ahinst her teeth as she tried to deepen it , groaning in frustration when his breathless laugh forced them to break apart.

"What?" She wondered. Grinning just because he was. She gently stroked the red apples of his cheeks with her thumbs , fondly .

He turned his head and gently kissed her hand "I'm gonna need to head you say it back." He told her seriously. Impatiently this time.

He even placed his hands on his hips , raising a eyebrow at her while she just huffed a laugh of amusement . Shaking her head at him with a little giggle, pulling him back into her.

"I am so in love with you, you idiot! God! How could I not be?" She breathed out. Her Heart finally healed, heart golden and her heart all for him.

He kissed her this time. and he kissed her and it tasted like forever. It tasted like love.

But this time, it felt good and right. It was worth the wait, worth every tear and every fight.

Because All the bad love had brought her here, into his arms. Where he was always waiting , and she was never gonna be the same.

'This is the golden age of something good and right and real'.

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Hate You (High & Low ver.)

I had "Hate You" by Jungkook on repeat for a while and it sparked some ideas so let's go.

Genre: She's a lil angsty

Warnings: relationship issues, character deaths, swearing (let me know if I missed anything)

___ is used in place of y/n

The one where a High&Low character is in a relationship that corresponds to the lyrics of "Hate You" by Jungkook.

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𝕊𝕠 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖

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It's a quiet day in S.W.O.R.D. as Cobra and the rest of the Sannoh Hoodlum Squad sit in the Itokan diner with the TV playing in the background. As Naomi is drying plates, she turns and sees your face on the screen along with the headline " ___ a daughter from the Kuryu group marries the son of a congressman". Your wedding is being reported to the whole world. They must think you're about to live the most luxurious and happy life coming from money and marrying into even more money. That fake smile is fooling everybody. Everybody except one person; perhaps a few.

"It's her wedding day... and yet she looks miserable," says Naomi. The rest of Sannoh Hoodlum Squad hum in agreeance.

"Cobra, isn't this the part where you crash the wedding and object their marriage?" (Yamato)

Cobra thinks back to three weeks ago after the casino project exposure. As Cobra was getting back on his motorcycle, your father stopped him. "You won this round, but you're gonna lose her, I'll make sure of that. Be honest with yourself, what can a delinquent like you give her? She's better off with someone else. If you know what's good for her, for you, and for S.W.O.R.D., I suggest you never contact her again. Don't let the work from all this go to waste." Since then he's been avoiding you. Whenever you came into Sannoh looking for him he would hide. When you asked his friends where he was they had a lie ready to tell you. When you called him he would let the phone ring. You would leave him voicemails daily. He would ignore all of them. He couldn't act in the best interest of Sannoh or S.W.O.R.D. if he heard or saw you, you were his love.

One week ago, something told him he should pick up your call. Maybe it was a gut feeling, or maybe that he missed you. He hit the "pick up" button, but didn't say hello. He thought maybe you would start with scolding and ask why you couldn't get a hold of him. Instead, he listened to you talk through your tears.

"Cobra? Cobra he's forcing me to get married. He arranged my marriage to a congressman's son for easier connections and money. I don't want to marry him. I want to come stay with you in Sannoh. The wedding is in a week. Please come save me." He let out the breath he was holding after the line went dead.

Last night you called again, but this time he didn't pick up. He was scared to hear your voice. Scared that if he heard you ask him to come and save you, he would drop everything and come to your rescue. Scared that if you asked him to take you away he would whisk you so far away no one would ever find you guys again. He couldn't do that. He couldn't sacrifice the safety of his friends and S.W.O.R.D. for his own selfish reasons. The notification of a voicemail came through, and he clicked on it.

"Junpei, you're so mean. After everything we've been through, you won't even come back for me."

He threw his phone across the room, and then he cried. He cried because he was angry. He cried because he was frustrated. He cried because the only thing he wanted was to take you far away to a place no one knew your names, but he couldn't do it.

Cobra's mind came back from his thoughts. "No. She's part of the reason we got into that mess with Kuryu in the first place."

"But Cobra-"

"She's gonna marry a rich man and continue to live a good life. Who cares what happens to her?" Sannoh Hoodlum Squad watched as their leader stormed out the door. Everyone knew that he didn't really think that way. You had been with him since you were teenagers, before he even joined Mugen; much to the disapproval of your parents. You were there for him on his darkest days when Mugen's disbandment affected him and supported him when he built Sannoh Hoodlum Squad from the ground up.

Truth is that Cobra is mad at himself. Mad that he couldn't be your knight in shining armor to save you from the life you always told him you hated. You always told him how a life of money and lies tore your family apart, even if you guys looked perfect on the outside, and how you didn't want to live like that. You told him how a life with him in Sannoh was more than you could've asked for because there you had love and a family; and yet here you both are. Cobra was condemning you to a life of darkness letting you go like that, but he couldn't let S.W.O.R.D. fall, not after everything they did to expose Kuryu's cover-up and the death of so many people including Smoky. Cobra was mad that he couldn't have everything. Mad that he was stuck in between a rock and a hard place. So he did the only thing he could do, he would paint you as the villain you never were in his mind. He would pretend to hate you so that everything would hurt less.

𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟' 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥

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Sannoh was your home. You had lived here before S.W.O.R.D. was even a thing. Your parents always promised they would make enough money to take you out of there and give you a better life. You never complained about the life you had here though. They weren't home often and you would've liked to spend more time with them yes, but you didn't complain because you got to spend time with your friends.

At the age of 7, Cobra, Yamato, and Noboru had befriended you. Noboru had told his friends about the nice girl in class who spent her extra time at school just like he used to. It didn't take much convincing for the other two boys to decide they wanted to be your friend as well. From then on you spent your afternoons at either Cobra or Yamato's house rather than alone in the school building.

The four of you stayed friends throughout school. When high school came around, you and Noboru would attend school while Cobra and Yamato were off riding with Mugen and would meet up later in the day. (Keep this in mind for later) Their association with Mugen brought in Naomi. You loved the three boys but finally having a close friend who was a girl was great. You told each other everything. Naomi was the first to get you to spill about your crush on Yamato, in return telling you that he felt the same. She along with the other boys knew that Yamato liked you; he's always liked you, even as kids he had a crush on you. He was attentive towards his friends, but even more attentive to you. Yamato could be doing absolutely awful but will still go out of his way to make sure you receive the best. The thing about Yamato's attentiveness towards you, is that he always wanted the best for you, even at the expense of himself.

Remember how I said only you and Noboru went to school? Not only did you both go to school, you both are amazing academically. The boys always told you how you guys were their stars, that there was more for the both of you out there. Noboru was aspiring to become a lawyer whereas you were aspiring to become a beautician and eventual business woman running her own beauty salon. It wasn't as extravagant on paper as Noboru's dream job but you would always talk about how you wanted to make others feel better. A haircut might not be much but maybe it was exactly the pick-me-up a customer needed. You wanted to make other people feel beautiful.

Maybe that's what made Yamato choose to do what he was about to do. He loved you dearly and admired the way you cared for others, putting other people first, so he would be the one to put you first for once.

It was cold that day and you had forgotten your sweater, Yamato had offered to pick up your sweater form home and bring it to you when he and Cobra came to pick you and Noboru up from school. Having been friends for so long, you all just walk into each other's homes like it's no big deal. Yamato walked into your home, greeting your parents who were in the kitchen. They stopped their conversation to greet the boy back and then continued. Yamato walked to your room to grab your favorite sweater. As he was coming back, he caught your parents' conversation.

"But will she want to move dear? Or would it be better to let her stay here? She'll be devastated to leave her friends. You have to remember that while we were always gone and working the kids practically raised each other spending all their time together."

"We've always talked about working hard and then moving to give her a better life. This new job in Tokyo will give us that. We'll move to a better area, I'll have a better job, and we can send ___ to a better school."

Yamato bid your parents farewell, pretending he didn't hear what they were talking about. Your father was offered a job in Tokyo, it meant more money, a bigger house, a better school, a better life, but your mother wanted your input. She's scared to separate you from them because you've grown up together. Knowing you, you wouldn't take that opportunity. You would find an alternative that allows you to stay in the area. Yamato didn't want that for you. As he was getting on his bike, he got a text from Cobra

Hey, Noboru has to run to the bookstore for a textbook. I'm gonna take him there, you take y/n home.

Yamato got on his bike and drove to the high school. What Yamato didn't know was that today was a big elaborate plan so that you could confess to him.

As he arrived, you smiled at him. "Yamato, before you take me home, could we stop by the park for a bit?"

"Sure why not?"

Yamato didn't question when you asked to go somewhere before going home because it was normal. He didn't know that this time Cobra, Noboru, and Naomi were hiding, waiting for you guys.

You led the two of you to a bench and sat down. "___ you know it's not good to come to the park to procrastinate your homework, right? You have to graduate and go to a good college."

"I know, I know. You and Cobra tell Noboru and I all the time. A few hours won't hurt. I, um, wanted to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Yamato I really like you. I've liked you since we were kids."

"Oh... I don't like you the same way ___."

"That's okay, I just wanted to tell you because-"

"I hate that."

"Hate what?"

"That you like me. I hate that. Why would you think that I liked you the same? Or that you needed to tell me? Now that makes it weird between us."

"Well then, I guess it's good we got that out of the way then isn't it?"

An awkward silence fell over the two of you. You broke the silence first. "I'm gonna go home and go do homework." You grabbed your bag and began walking in the direction of your house. You plugged in your earphones and put on music to keep yourself from crying. Were they all playing a prank on you telling you that Yamato felt the same? Had you stayed just a little bit longer, or walked a little slower, you would've heard Naomi and Cobra tackling Yamato to the floor and start yelling at him.

The other three had helped you arrange the confession in the park because they knew that Yamato wouldn't tell you how he felt first, but didn't expect what had happened. When Yamato had replied, it took all of Noboru's strength to hold the other two back from jumping out from behind the bush they were hiding behind. Once you had walked away, Noboru had lost his grip on Cobra and Naomi who jumped out and attacked Yamato.

"YAMATO I'M GONNA KILL YOU BALDY!"

"YAMATO WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT TO ___?!"

"GUYS MAYBE LET THE GUY UP SO HE CAN EXPLAIN HIMSELF?!"

Once Noboru was able to get Cobra and Naomi off of Yamato, they all looked at each other. (More like Naomi and Cobra were glaring laser eyes at Yamato.)

"How about we all go back to Itokan and talk about it there?"" suggested Noboru.

"Yeah, let's go so I can tell Tatsuya and Kohaku so they kill you for hurting my best friend," said Naomi.

The whole ride back Naomi was trying to call ___ but to no avail. When the four got back to Itokan diner, Cobra and Noboru separated Naomi and Yamato so she wouldn't attack him again.

Tatsuya and Kohaku were confused by the tension in the room and confused why you weren't present either. You never caught one of you missing from the group after school so to the two of them, this was weird.

"How are you kids doing today?" (Tatsuya).

"You've got to find a better way to ask what's wrong that doesn't include awkwardly asking these teenagers how their day was." (Kohaku).

"You want to tell us why you rejected ___ like that when you've liked her since we were like 7? I didn't even want a girl in the friend group, but you and Noboru convinced me that ___ should be our friend too. Then as we were growing up you always told me and Noboru that ___ was off limits because you liked her, FOR YOU TO PULL THE SHIT YOU DID TODAY! SO WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Cobra never lost his cool with Yamato but today he was absolutely seething.

"I DID WHAT I NEEDED TO DO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

"THEN TELL US SO WE UNDERSTAND!"

Before Yamato could continue, Naomi's phone rang; it was you. She motioned for the boys to be quiet and then picked up the phone and put you on speaker.

"Hey ___, are you okay?"

"Um, yeah, I think so. It's okay I'll get over it."

"___ I don't know why he said that I-"

"Naomi it's okay. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I just wanted to call to tell you that my parents want to move to Tokyo, so I won't be seeing you often anymore. Tell Tatsuya and Kohaku thank you for always letting me hang around you guys and being my older brothers. Tell the guys bye for me, okay? I'll come back and visit when I can," and then the phoneline went dead.

"She took the offer," Yamato said to himself.

"YOU KNEW?! YOU KNEW MY BEST FRIEND WAS LEAVING AND DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?! ON TOP OF THAT YOU'RE LETTING HER LEAVE ON A BAD NOTE!"

"I FOUND OUT EARLIER! I found out earlier, before Cobra and I went to pick her and Noboru up from school. When I was grabbing her sweater I heard her parents talking about it. Her father was given a better job opportunity in Tokyo. He wanted to move them there but her mother said it would be best to ask her first. I knew she wouldn't want to go so I-"

"So you lied to her?!"

"SHE'S GONNA LIVE A BETTER LIFE THERE! THERE IS NOTHING FOR HER HERE!"

"SHE HAS YOU! SHE HAS US! SHE HAS TATSUYA AND KOHAKU! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DECIDE FOR HER?! YOU KNEW THAT IF SHE THOUGHT YOU HATED HER SHE WOULD LEAVE BUT WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST CHOOSE THINGS FOR HER?!"

Naomi and Yamato continued screaming at each other until Tatsuya and Kohaku stepped in.

"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH YOU TWO! Naomi go to the back and calm down. Yamato step outside and get some air."

"YOU BOYS ARE ALL SO STUPID!" shouted Naomi as she stormed off to the back room. Yamato stepped outside and Cobra and Noboru looked at each other with a "What did we do?" look on their faces.

Once everyone cooled down, they met back up in the diner again.

"I didn't reject her because I don’t like her. I like her, a lot. I think I even love her. You guys know that! But I said it because I knew she wouldn’t take her parents offer. It's better if she goes somewhere where she can live a better life, I've always wanted the best for her." Yamato walked out after that. Naomi was still seething from anger.

"He may not have gone about it correctly, but he did what he did out of good intentions," said Kohaku.

"I know that but it's wrong! Yamato can't just make decisions for ___ like that!"

"Naomi. Let's respect her decision to move out of here. It's okay, she'll still come to visit."

Truth is you never went back to visit. Naomi would try to call and text you but you never answered. She got Cobra and Noboru to try texting you also, the only time you answered Noboru was if he asked about school. After he stopped attending school you lost contact with your friends all together. You pretended to hate Yamato just like how he pretended to hate you so that his words would hurt less.

𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙

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Smoky will never forget the day he met you. You were only 7 years old when you were abandoned in Nameless City. Your mother had left you there in the dead of night and never came back for you. As you roamed around the city crying, a boy your age came out of the shadows. He introduced himself as Smoky and comforted you. Smoky became your first friend in this new life you had to live. Here, neither of you had much but you did find a family and you had each other.

Smoky will never forget the day he realized he cared about you more than family. He loved the children, the elderly, the Boys, and Lala all the same, but not you. You were different. Smoky caught himself looking at you a little longer. He caught himself wondering where you were and what you were doing if you weren’t near. Smoky caught himself wanting the day to end faster so he could return to you. Everyone else caught on too, everyone except you.

Lala would try to tell you and you would laugh. “Smoky likes me? No you’re lying. He’s just overprotective. He looks at me and still sees the little girl who walked around Nameless City crying.”

You were proven wrong though. One night as you and Smoky sat alone on one of the buildings stargazing as lovers best friends do, he told you. He told you how he liked you as more than a friend and you explained that you believed he just saw you as a sibling like everyone else and tried not to like him because you didn't want to let yourself down. One thing lead to another and now you guys are dating, congratulations.

Smoky will never forget how he admired your ambition. How fast you learned how to fight so that you could join Rude Boys whether or not Smoky allowed it. How you dealed with Nameless City’s shortcomings and how you could use the limited resources to better your family’s lives. But Smoky will also remember how your ambition to always be better and do better drifted you apart.

The day of your 16th birthday, two cars drove into Nameless City. Out of one car stepped out a couple, the other an old man with a briefcase. The Rude Boys formed a circle around the trespassers, ready to attack. The old man let out a nervous laugh as he looked at the scruffy teenagers. “Hello children… we don’t want any trouble… we’re just looking for a girl named ___.”

You stepped to the front of the group. “That would be me, what do you want.”

The woman gasped as she looked at you. “Oh you look just like her.” The group of teenagers looked at these adults as if they were crazy, how do they know you? “I’m your aunt ___. Your mother is my sister. I was out of the country when she abandoned you and didn’t find out until many years later. I tried to find you and now here you are. I want you to go live with me and my husband. I’ll be your mother.”

You looked at this stranger, hesitant to say anything. Maybe she was lying. Or maybe she was telling the truth. Smoky looked at you with a longing look in his eyes, a part of him felt selfish hoping you would stay in Nameless City with him.

“Thank you for the offer but no thank you. My family is here in Nameless City. Please leave.” The woman and her husband stared at you in disbelief.

“Dear, you surely can’t be giving up your aunt’s offer of a home, education, and money for… this,” said her husband as he gestured to Nameless City.

“A house. You would be giving me a house, not a home. This is home. This is family. Please leave before we make you.”

“We’ll let you think about it and come back.”

“Don’t. My choice won’t change.” Smoky would never admit it to anyone but he was glad you chose to stay with him them. But come back they did. Your aunt was persistent in getting you to live with her. Every time she came she brought gifts. After she left you would give the gift to someone else in Nameless City who could use it, you didn't need any of the things she was bringing. She had noticed that you gave your gifts away and would ask why you did that and you would explain that you gave them to someone who would benefit from the gift better than yourself. If this bugged her she didn't tell you, not that you cared, it wouldn't change your actions.

Today when she came, she took a different approach. "How about you just come to visit? You can come stay with my husband and I for a day or two and see how you like it. If you like it you can move in, if not you can stay here and I will not bother you anymore but our house is always open to you."

"I'll think about it."

That night as you and Smoky were sitting on the building top, Smoky asked if you wanted to go live with her.

"Of course not! She has a house and lots of money but she doesn't have anything Nameless City has. If I went with her I wouldn't have my family and I wouldn't have you."

"But you would have a house, food, running water, an education, nice clothes."

"Yeah but I wouldn't have you. Fuck all the riches in the world if I can have you Smoky."

"Now that's corny."

"You asked a question and I gave you an answer!" The two of you laughed at each other.

"Here's an idea. How about you take up her offer to visit, that way she'll leave you alone. I don't mean to push you but her arrival always startles some of the residents and P keeps complaining about having to also take your patrol route because you have to carve out time in your day to spend time with your aunt."

"Okay, I'll get it figured out so that we can go back to our normal lives."

A few days later when she came back, you informed her that you would visit but you would be coming back. Your aunt simply smiled and said "alright". Before you entered the car, you ran back and hugged Smoky. "I'll be back by tomorrow morning, don't miss me too much okay?"

"I'll see you tomorrow morning my love."

Smoky would forever remember how that was the last time you ever saw each other. The next morning you weren't home, so he waited. Every day Smoky waited and you never returned. It might be seen as wrong, but he had a few of the boys follow you to see what you were up to. The boys would observe you from the shadows. They saw you attend school, expensive socialite parties, and the most expensive after-school academies. One day they had overheard some security guards talk about how you were flying to America to become an exchange student. Alarmed they ran back to Nameless City to report back to Smoky.

Smoky let out a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "She chose the better route." When the other Rude Boys talked about how you had abandoned Nameless City and your family, nice words didn't leave their mouths. Smoky would just tell them not to speak of you because you were no longer a part of the family, but deep down he missed you. Smoky knows that you are an ambitious person, always striving to be better. This route and this new life would be able to give you that, he couldn't, he knew that. Smoky wasn't mad at you for choosing a better life. He was still in love with you. He loved you to the end of his days even if he pretended to hate you.

Bonus:

What you failed to tell Smoky and the Rude Boys was that they were all wrong. Yes, you enjoyed having basic necessities at your disposal and attending school, something you didn’t get when you lived in Nameless City; but you missed Nameless City, your family, and Smoky even more. Rude Boys tailed you but only from a distance, they didn’t see everything else you went through aside from living lavish. The socialite parties were suffocating. The names people would call you and the way they spoke of you because you were adopted were horrid. What no one understood was that this mansion was no mansion, it was a prison. You had expressed wanting to leave to your aunt but she refused, telling you that she was giving you a better life. You tried to escape when night time fell but her security guards found you and brought you back. You had fought her workers, knocking everyone down. As you started for the door she called out to you again "___ wait!" You didn't turn around. If she wasn't going to drive you back then you could walk back to Nameless City on your own. "STOP RIGHT THERE LITTLE GIRL! IF YOU DON'T STOP RIGHT NOW I'LL HAVE MY MEN GO INTO THAT CITY AND KILL YOUR FRIENDS." This time you stopped.

"Excuse you? And what makes you think that'll get me to stay here? I don't want to be here! I WANT TO GO HOME TO MY FAMILY!"

"I AM YOUR FAMILY! I AM YOUR AUNT! I AM YOUR BLOOD! YOUR MOTHER MAY HAVE ALLOWED YOU TO LIVE IN A DUMP BECAUSE SHE COULDN'T TAKE CARE OF YOU BUT I WILL NOT! YOU WILL STAY HERE. YOU WILL GO TO SCHOOL. AND YOU WILL NEVER GO BACK THERE IF YOU WANT YOUR LOW LIFE FRIENDS TO LIVE."

"Family runs deeper than blood. Family members don't threaten each other like that. DON'T TALK ABOUT MY FAMILY LIKE THAT OR I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU! I WAS ABLE TO BEAT ALL YOUR MEN. WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I WON'T DO THE SAME TO YOU?!"

Her face changed, her eyes darkened, and her smile became more sinister as she walked closer to you. "If you don't listen to me, Shion will die first. P will go next, then Lala and Takeshi, AND EVERY RUDE BOY WILL DIE AS THEIR LEADER WATCHES. Then, Smoky will die in front of you, and it'll be your fault. You don't want it to be your fault do you? No one cares about Nameless City. The city is a dumpster and its residents are trash. You should be thanking me really, I'm saving you from a life of poverty. Now what is it gonna be? Are you gonna be a good girl and let me adopt you or should every last person you care about die before you let me become your mother?"

From then on, she had someone watching you 24/7. You would try to escape but never made it far. She had threatened the life of your family again, telling you how she had ties to a group called Kuryu and a man named Nikaido who was very willing to kill all of them. It wasn't until much later you found out that you did in fact know Nikaido, once upon a time he was your brother Cain. You were obedient but still defiant. Bad manners, bad attitude, skipping class, you name it. She eventually got tired of your antics and sent you abroad. You had cried and begged her to at least let you visit Nameless City before she sent you away but she refused. By the time you reached adulthood and could legally get out of her grasp, Smoky wasn’t waiting for you in Nameless City anymore.

I was gonna make the main character really just enjoy being out of Nameless City and forget about her old life but I couldn’t do it 😭 I can’t do that😭 Not to Smoky and my Rude Boys😭

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Smoky's passing had taken a huge toll on Nameless City and Rude Boys. Now you were all trying to repair Nameless City to create new homes for everyone. All the captured residents were released, having no more use as Kuryu's plan was exposed.

Takeshi took Smoky's passing the hardest. Being Smoky's right-hand man he was automatically given the position of being the new leader. Not only did Takeshi feel not worthy, the overwhelming responsibilities that came with the role were taking a toll on Takeshi. You understood though. You understood that everything being thrown at him was a bit much. Everyone was trying to help him the best they could, but no one was really able to help each other. Everyone had to grieve what once was in their own ways. This required a lot of alone time for most of the Rude Boy members.

Lala spent a good amount of her time outside of Nameless City so that it would hurt less. P would exercise in silence, not wanting to be bothered. Yu would hang out with the kids as a distraction. Takeshi would leave for alone time right as his duties as leader were finished. This left you. You knew everyone needed their alone time, which left you to be the glue that held everyone and everything together. You were working overtime trying to make sure everyone else was okay. At the end of the day, it sucked that you would pick up everyone else's pieces, overwhelmed with mending together everyone else's hearts while yours lay shattered on the floor. It was okay though, because once everyone else was better, you could come back to your own heart and piece it together; at least that is what you told yourself.

It felt selfish of you to be thinking of yourself when everyone needed help during this time, but a small part of you wanted to scream and cry for help because what about you? This was slowly weighing down on your's and Takeshi's relationship. He spent so much time alone, and again, that's fine, but you missed him. You wished that you could go on your patrol routes together again. Or that he would at least return to you at night, or that you could wake up and he would be by your side in the morning.

It was late, everyone had gone to bed. You decided that tonight you would talk to Takeshi about how you felt. He was always very understanding of everyone's feelings so you weren't expecting his reaction.

You had sat down with him on the abandoned building he often occupied.

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"I'm still adjusting.... I guess."

"Oh, never mind then. Let's talk a different night."

"No, we can talk. I've missed talking to you."

"That is what I wanted to talk to you about actually. If that's okay..."

He nodded.

"I just wanted to tell you that I miss you and I miss when we got to take our routes together. I know things have to be a little different now but-"

"So why bring it up?"

"What?"

"If you know that things have to be different now then why bring up the past?"

"I was gonna ask you if we could work something out to where we could at least see each other every once in a while. I never see you anymore."

"I'm busy during the day trying to be the leader of Rude Boys ___, you know that."

"Yes I know. I'm not saying that you have to change that I think you're doing a good job I just wanted to ask if we could do this more often and speak and be together at night."

"I need my alone time."

"It wouldn't be every-"

"THIS IS ALL REALLY OVERWHELMING OKAY?! I LOST MY LEADER! I LOST MY BROTHER! NAMELESS CITY IS IN ABSOLUTE SHAMBLES! AND YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS! WHAT ABOUT EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING ELSE ___?!"

You were stunned. A stiff silence passed between the two of you before you spoke again.

"You know what? Forget I asked. Forget this conversation even happened Takeshi. I wasn't asking you to drop all your responsibilities for me, I'm not that stupid or selfish. I was coming to talk to you so we could figure things out like how a couple is supposed to but clearly you don't want to."

You got up and walked away without looking back. The next couple of weeks you didn't talk to or acknowledge Takeshi either. If he needed alone time so did you, especially after all of that.

Today was your day to watch the kids in case Kuryu or any other shady organization felt like coming in to kidnap the kids. As you were playing with the kids, one of the younger girls came up to you to ask you to braid her hair. As you were doing her hair she began talking to you and asking questions. You never minded answering these curious kids' questions as the only way they really got to learn was to ask all of you questions considering they didn't get to attend school. Today however it led to a topic you didn't quite know how to respond to.

"You're really good at braiding hair ___."

"Thank you, Hina. I don't know if I'm doing it right but I tried to learn from one of the grandmas that used to live here."

"I don't know what a braid is supposed to look like but I think you're doing it right. You make it nice. You make everything nice, like a mom does."

"Like a mom does? What's that supposed to mean? Are you calling me old Hina?" you jokingly asked her.

She giggled before answering you. "Nooo I'm not calling you old. I'm just saying you make everything better like a mom would. You're our mom and Takeshi can be our dad! You guys love each other and care for us like moms and dads do."

You didn't know how to respond, so all you did was let out a small laugh and pat her head. You continued to braid the girls' hair and play with the kids but those words continued to replay in the back of your head.

You never brought up the conversation that happened again. Takeshi didn't either. You don't know if it's because he forgot or just didn't feel the need to. You saw the small changes in his behavior though. He would spend one night a week cuddled with you and leave you with small kisses before leaving on S.W.O.R.D business. It made you feel better... a little. Not a lot, but you would take what you could get.

The kids continued to tell you how they loved having you as their mom, the elderly residents would continue to need your help, and you would continue being a therapist for all the Rude Boys members when they needed it. The only times you would be relieved from your duties of keeping everything and everyone together was in the comfort of your makeshift bed. Takeshi wasn't here tonight and you couldn't sleep, so you were left to drown in your thoughts.

Maybe none of this is working anymore....

You thought to yourself. You pushed that thought away quickly, turning to a different position and closing your eyes to try and sleep, trying to distract yourself from those thoughts. Takeshi and you weren't perfect, you knew that much, but you always thought that you guys came in close to what perfect could possibly be in your situation. That was until you put the pain of everything under a microscope and realized just how much everything was killing you. Your pain and personal struggles eating away at you on the inside, but you couldn't tell anyone that. You had to be the glue that held everyone together. If you fell apart, it would affect everyone else. There was so much going on you felt guilty if you added to it. You continued to push the thoughts away. When everyone else is okay you can come back and pick up the pieces of your own heart and put it back together, right? You just hoped that by the time you came back, the broken pieces of your heart were still lying there on the floor and not blown away with the wind.

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Gif Credits:

Cobra: Pinterest

Yamato: hlgif-blog

Smoky: subtract-me-from-your-heart

Takeshi: ldh-headcannon

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This work is proofread but there might still be some mistakes here and there. I originally wanted to do all the S.W.O.R.D leaders but couldn't think of stories for some characters so I went with what I could do. I also wanted this to be a 3 part series where I write for the S.W.O.R.D boys, Amamiya Brothers, and then the H&L the Worst X boys but I don't know if that's something anyone wants to read. Let me know if you would want to see the other 2 parts!

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[blue-sadie]

So i've seen this edit about quaritch and spider with that song "oh i love it and hate it at the same time, you and i drinking posion from the same vine" and just image it; reader who has an avatar and neteyam as her mate and she told everybody that her mom was na'vi and her dad was an avatar. When lo'ak and neteyam went to save spider they see reader in her human form and she thinks neteyam is dissapointed in her. Her avatar dies and she has to live with neteyam in her human form. The reader thinks he hates her or smtg. I thank you very much if you could write my ideea or just react <3

Sorry this might not be exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it 😁

Our Love Is Pure

Neteyam x Human Reader

Summary: sometimes our thoughts get the best of us causing us either failure or fortune

Warning: music = lyrics, reader death (kind of)

3rd person pov

Neteyam watched the horizon hoping and praying to see Norman's helicopter but every time he does his heart just breaks all over again.

Telling myself I won't go there Oh, but I know that I won't care

You saved him, you pushed him out the way and took the bullet, the bullet that would've killed him but it killed you instead.

He held your avatar as it died he pleaded and begged for eywa to give you another chance you deserved it while he didn't he should have protected you he should have taken it not you.

With each day passing no news or sight of you, his heart arches more and more he struggles to look after himself but what he didn't know it was the same for you.

Tryna wash away all the blood I've spilt This lust is a burden that we both share Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt There's darkness in the distance

It took norm days just to get you to speak but with each word becomes more shakey, what is supposed to happen between the two of you.

You never really hung out with him in your human form mostly because of safety reasons would he still want to be with you.

Those thoughts were clouding your head most of the day you would spend in your room staring at the way norman says your eyes get duller by the day, your skin has become paler and your body thinner because of the lack of food and water.

From the way that I've been livin' But I know I can't resist it Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time You and I drink the poison from the same vine

Norman didn't know what to do he didn't know if contacting neteyam would help or just make it worse but what pushed him over the edge is when you came stumbling into the kitchen bearly holding yourself up.

You collapsed and he caught you before you hit the floor you blacked out, that was his breaking point they put you onto one of the med beds attaching an iv to your arm and made sure you were stable.

And once they knew you were safe he contacted jake to let him know about the situation and jake could almost say the same was happening there.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

When jake finally told neteyam what happened with you neteyam finally expressed emotion other then sadness and finally did something other then stare out into the open sea.

He tried to get on his ikran but his father and mother tried to stop him and reason with him to stay.

He finally burst and let his emotions out shocking his parents screaming at them that he needs and too see you and how he would be dead without you

Tellin' myself it's the last time Can you spare any mercy that you might find If I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try Try to follow your light, but it's night time Please, don't leave me in the end

He yelled about all the times you were there for him and now he's gonna be there for you, his parents let him go because either he was going back.

The ride was long and terrible his lack of food and sleep was making his ikran nervous and almost crash afew times.

He finally felt relieved when he saw his home land in the distance and he spoke to himself praying that you would hear him, I'm coming baby hold on.

There's darkness in the distance I'm beggin' for forgiveness (ooh) But I know I might resist it, oh Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time You and I drink the poison from the same vine

He dodged the floating rocks and ignored as some ikran riders tried to talk to him as they flew past he didn't care all he cared about was you.

When he landed he could tell something was off when norman came running at him and telling him you need him.

He didn't even let norman finish and dashed into the lab his eyes widening as he saw the many scientists crowed around you.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time You and I drink the poison from the same vine

His heart clench and his body began to sway with dizziness he already lost you once and he wasn't gonna lose you again.

He crouched at the head of you bed looking down at your face you and your avatar were almost identical.

He slowly and softly caressed your small face with his fingers as he spoke to you as tears streamed down his face, baby please don't do this to me I can't lose you again.

Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

He sat there even after the other scientists left he sat there staring at you his hand clenching yours He was to scared to let go.

To scared to lose you, it only took 2 hours before you woke you your face twisted in confusion as you felt someone holding your hand.

It took you a couple minutes to open your eyes but when they did they filled with tears, neteyam tried to hug you but all you did was push him away.

He felt rejected and hurt in till he heard you speak "why are you here" you sniffled he felt confused.

"W-what do you mean baby" he murmured trying to think of reasons you would rejected him.

"Neteyam my avatar is dead" your voice was strained and raspy "what does that have to do with anything" he asked sitting beside your bed.

You didn't know if was joking or just trying to fool you "n-nete i-" "do you think I'd just leave you because your avatar is dead".

It was like he could read my mind, I looked away from him ashamed "yn I fell for you, your beautiful personality not your body" he murmured caressing my face and bringing it to look at his.

"I fell for your clumsiness, your idiotic ideas that always get us into trouble I fell for you" his words drew a quiet giggle from you making him smile.

"I feel for your mind and heart"

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[gamesofmuggles]

warren and june.

a little image.

summary : june, billy's and graham's little sister is a part of the band in her own way. she told us in exclusivity how she found the inspiration for all the most successful songs!

Billy's little sister, Graham's little sister, The Dunne Sister. In the background, discreet, calm, sweet as honey. The secret ingredient that not many people know of regarding Daisy Jones and the Six.

Interviewer : You’ve been secretly writing most of the band songs over time without people knowing about it. Why?

June : (chuckles) well not everybody wants the spotlight.

Interviewer : The most beautiful lyrics, the more remembered, the critics' favorites are songs with a common factor: love. Where does everything start for you?

I agreed to come to the house in LA, of course. Graham was so pushy about it, I think he was afraid that I would get bored without them and that ill wouldn’t write for them anymore. Billy, oh Billy was just happy to be my big brother and protect me. I was the first fan you know, and I will be the last. I remember there wasn’t enough room in the house, but Graham and Camila urge me to accept the nicest room. « To keep her mind fresh,» said Graham before dropping my suitcase on the bed. « I’m coquette too you know » I heard Warren say to Graham after he closed the door.

Warren: I slept in the bathtub for a while.

June: Karen arrived a few days after, finding Graham, Warren, and Eddie fighting in the living room. I was on the couch supervising the points, it was my first encounter with her. She asked « is it always like this » with a raised eyebrow. « Most of the time » I answered. Then I show her her room.

Warren: I wore her hoops back then, I looked fabulous in them.

June: I said to Warren I needed the hoop back. But he did look fabulous in it. To return to the question, my inspiration, well all the nights at the Filthy Mc Nasty, in the back writing while smoking and listening to the band play, alone except for the barman sometimes with more crowd. All the hangover brunch near the beach. The movie nights on a dusty screen. The fighting was because nobody -especially not women- wanted to clean those boys' mess. The adventurous meal cooked with cheap cans. Yeah, that was the inspiration. « June, how is your mind so powerful? » Graham asked me one day reading some of my last work. « can’t recall some of the highest heights / but I’ve memorized you, yeah we need to use this in the future» he added. Lyrics that were used for Midnight, I’m very proud of this song. I remembered I tried to hide blushing, cause every writing was always easy when I was thinking of Warren.

I had found the perfect spot in the Filthy McNasty so I could have an eye on him behind all those men on stage. I knew how he liked his eggs and his beer. His taste in movies. The curve on every one of his hair. I watched him a lot, a writer needed a muse you know? But also what a muse if he didn’t know he was one. Cause I never wanted to meddle with the band whatsoever and wished to keep my feelings very private, except when I wrote the songs of course. Every flirting interaction Warren may had have with me was pure imagination, it must be. Also, Warren was always a flirty guy.

Warren: It was no imagination. We were all clueless, awkward, and well, a little bit high back then. Every time I thought about it, I had to go out and smoke some. The small idea that everything could go to shit because of a tiny crush was frightening. But how could something could go wrong with June, sweet June who makes my eggs, perfect eggs every morning she can. Who went to search for the best curls cream for my hair. Imagine how someone could be this important that no matter the numbers of tits fans show you, you only want one?

June: He said that? How romantic. Where was I?

I remembered one night. We were on the beach, Graham and Billy playing guitars. Eddie Karen, Warren, and I are in the waves. Eddie wanted to fight, he’s such a fighter sometimes. He picked up Karen on his shoulder, Warren did the same with me. I was on top of his shoulder alarmed to move after the sudden physical touch. I was no prude and it was the 70s there was no secret but yeah. Karen took my hesitation for a win and pushed the both of us in the waves, Warren's hands still holding onto me. He asked if I was alright. Yeah. He had brushed my hair away from my face, a big smile on his. I remembered, ok. I need to have this smile in my life forever.

Billy: Are you asking me If I knew my little sister had a crush on Warren? Well, Ringo Starr was always her favorite so take a guess. Graham: I knew of course. Karen: Graham is gonna say he knew but he was clueless. They were pretty damn secret at first. But Warren was taking too many drugs to keep his mouth shut you know? Daisy: June still sends me Christmas cards. She was what glued this band I can tell you that. Eddie: I still can’t believe Warren scored this well.

June: I was scared of Billy’s reaction. Nothing happened at this point but I kept thinking about it. We were at a diner, the band suffered from the lack of notoriety while working their ass off. I wanted to comfort him. At least the band had a shiny new name.

Eddie: About damn time!

Warren: That night, I was ready to join that couch as always. Breaking my back. When June ask me to meet her in her room after everybody was asleep. So I did. At 2 am, I knocked and enter. She was wearing Billy’s old Black Sabbath tee shirt, writing on her stomach. Man oh, man.

June: I was very nervous, but It was time I also lived a little bit. Also whatever occurred it would have been good materials for the band you know (chuckles). He entered and he was wearing his flannel pant. I nearly jumped out of bed and I ran to his side, practically smashing him against the door and I kissed him. I (blushing) I never was nearly as adventurous as Karen, or Camila. It was a bold move for me you have to know that.

Karen: I heard a bang, yeah. Thought it was the ghost of my room. Or a bird.

Warren: Man oh man, I can’t tell you more about that night.

June: You have your answer, but you knew about it don't you?

Warren: You just wanted the sweet story to cover the bad ones don't you?

Interview : (smiles) sunshine after the rain, and by the way congrats on your 10th anniversary.

June: thank you.

[witchhazelevesque]

Taking it back to 2013 for a minute: imagine a Take Me to Church animatic for valzhang 

Mostly these lines:

If the heavens ever did speak 

[He’s] the last true mouthpiece

Leo’s the first person in centuries Hephaestus gave power over fire, and Frank is the last in a line blessed by Neptune, they are mouthpieces. But Leo’s is more intentional and direct a link, so picture this:

A vast landscape with mountains at the horizon, in stark grays and black, as the lyric progresses, the sky begins to glow as if from the mountains with red light, the shadowed profile of Hephaestus looming huge as the mountain itself in the haze

On the ground, a much smaller figure becomes discernible, the silhouette of Leo, eyes opening to reveal that same red glow, his mouth opening as if to speak and containing the burning red light

Born sick? The role of fire in their lives since they were babies.

We were born sick

Shot of Frank as an infant, held in his mother’s arms. She is sitting, visible only from the shoulder down, her son’s head in the bend of her elbow. Behind them is a fire place, lit with a modest fire. The glow begins to grow brighter, an odd form taking shape, coming from the fire and revealing herself to be Juno

A shot of the fire, a single piece of wood emphasized, a pair of hands yanking it from the flames 

You heard them say it

The shot moves overhead to the other side of the fire, now into Esperanza Valdez’s fire place, as she hurriedly pulls her son from the flames, wheeling around as she clutches him to her chest to face Hera. 

Other bits, not in order:

Worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

That scene. You know the one. The one where Frank is gazing into a burning fire to center himself. 

My lover’s got humor, [he’s] the giggle at the funeral, knows everybody’s disapproval

Shifting scene of Leo laughing during that first meeting in New Rome to him looking on in horror at the wreckage he just watched himself make by attacking the city when possessed

Offer me that deathless death, oh good god let me give you my life

The Pouch Scene.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

Leo up in the sky with Gaea, beginning to turn himself into fire

The shot shifting to ground level, looking up at the shape of a dragon with the center of a blinding light concealed by its form

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sins

Frank, blown back on to the ground, shielding his eyes with an arm but still looking at the sky 

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

The explosion, the sky turns gold

[superiorsturgeon]

Your Song

Whitley: Neon? C-can we speak?

Whitley: …in private…?

Neon: Sure, snowflake? Is everything okay…?

Whitley: I…um, well…

Whitley: …please, just come with me…

Neon: What could Whitley want? He seems really serious and preoccupied…Could something be wrong with him? 🤔

Neon: …wait, could something be wrong with ME? Is his family giving him trouble for dating a Faunus? 😨

Neon: Oh, no! Is he going to break up with me?! I’ve had boyfriends before, but…I think I really like him! I don’t wanna lose my little snowflake! 😭

Neon: *anxiously starts replaying every breakup she has ever had in her head, getting more and more upset and convinced that her relationship is collapsing* 😰

Whitley: *takes Neon’s hands, interrupting her train of thought*

Whitley: *guides Neon to a chair*

Whitley: *climbs up on a small raised platform with a piano*

Neon: 😶

Whitley: …Neon…I haven’t had many friends…or ANY relationships…

Whitley: …but through everything that’s happened in the past few months, when my father was arrested, the fall of Atlas, and my family losing everything when we came to Vacuo, you’ve been there for me!

Whitley: *sits down in front of piano* I suppose, what I’m trying to say is…

Whitley: *starts playing* 🎶…It’s a little bit funny…this feeling inside…I’m not one of those who can easily hide…🎶

Whitley: 🎶…I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do…My gift is my song and this one’s for you…!🎶

Neon: *watching with her mouth open, heart fluttering* …woah…little boyfriend has really gotten good at singing…! 😦

Whitley: *gaining confidence* 🎶…and you can tell everybody this is your song…It may be quite simple but, now that it’s done…🎶

Whitley: 🎶 I hope you don’t mind…I hope you don’t mind…that I put down in words…🎶

Whitley: *turns to look at Neon while playing* 🎶…how wonderful life is…while you’re in the world…!🎶

Neon: Holy crap, I’ve heard stories of people being serenaded but I didn’t think anyone actually DID that! I think I’m about to physically swoon! 😳

Whitley: *looks into Neon’s eyes while still playing piano* Neon, I’ve never felt like this about anyone before…

Whitley: So much has happened, with the fall of Atlas, the vault, and trying to rebuild in Vacuo, all while Salem is out there threatening all of us…

Whitley: …I suppose what I’m trying to say is, I don’t know what the future will be like…

Whitley: …but it would be…so amazing…if you were in it with me…! 😖

Neon: …did…

Neon: …did you just…propose to me…?! 😳

Whitley: *accidentally mashes piano keys* I-I-I-I-?! 😨

Whitley: …I…I think…I did…?

Neon: …

Whitley: …

Elsewhere…

Winter: *in the middle of planning strategy with Qrow, Raven, and Theodore* The north wall remains a weak point in our defenses, but by freeing up some spare brick from older construction projects, we should be able to-*interrupted by Scroll call*

Winter: Hm? Whitley? Are you all right-

Whitley: SISTER I NEED YOUR HELP!! I PERFORMED A SONG FOR NEON AND IT WORKED TOO WELL AND I ACCIDENTALLY PROPOSED TO HER!!!

Winter: …

Winter: …what…?

Still elsewhere…

Flynt: *chilling on a bench, feels his Scroll vibrate*

Flynt: Hello! Go for Flyn-

Neon: FLYNT THIS IS AN EMERGENCY WHITLEY PROPOSED TO ME WITH THE SWEETEST SONG EVER AND I’M FREAKING OUT HERE WHAT DO I DOOOOOO?!?!?

Flynt: First thing’s first, take five minutes to calm down…

Flynt: …and for my eardrums to heal…

Flynt: …and then we’ll talk through this!

Song lyrics from “Your Song” by Elton John.

[alltrap]

Hazbin Hotel Song Tierlist

Ranking Explanations-

S Tier (my favorite songs)-

Loser Baby: Do I have to explain myself?

Hell’s Greatest Dad: What’s better than watching 2 prideful ass men fighting? Nothing.

A Tier-

Stayed Gone: Love this song so much. Debated on putting it in S tier but I’ve been replaying those songs more than I have this one.

B Tier (Songs I like but I’m picky)-

Respectless: At first I didn’t like it but it kinda grew on me. I don’t like Velvet since she’s kinda dumb but she absolutely ate during this scene.

It Starts With Sorry: Super sweet and I really liked it. Not in my playlist but I wouldn’t mind listening to it.

Hell is Forever: It’s fine. I love rock so this song could’ve gotten into A tier but most of it is pretty mid. Even though I know Adam is supposed to be an asshole he just makes the song annoying. I only really like the last part of the song. Plus most of my other complaints aren’t really about the song, mostly writing of the actual show and Adam’s design. Adam’s design sucks.

C Tier (Mid songs that I would only sit through when watching the show):

Poison: Don’t get me wrong, I love Angel Dust and his story but I feel like this is such a bad song to convey his feelings through. It’s like it’s trying to be a catchy pop song but also trying to convey abuse and deep feelings and it just falls flat. Some of the lyrics just get on my nerves because of how much they’re repeated. “Yeah” doesn’t even feel like a word anymore after this song. Reminds me of Cotton Candy from Helluva Boss. It would be a good song if the words “cotton candy” weren’t 90% of it. But like I say with most music, everybody is subjected to their own music taste and it’s cool if you like this and I don’t. I just wouldn’t listen to this unless I was rewatching the show.

Happy Day In Hell- Again, this song is fine. There’s a few seconds where I kinda vibe but most of it where I don’t. It’s a mid tier song.

More than Anything- It was cute and all seeing Lucifer be there for Charlie but it felt a little rushed. Plus it didn’t really stick out to me. If I listened to it again maybe it could grow on me but for now it’s mid tier.

You Didn’t Know: Like I said with More than Anything, it didn’t really stick out. I liked the Seraphim taking Charlie’s side and stuff but it didn’t really do anything. They were trying to protest and stuff but the song kinda felt useless after Sera made her final decision. Still mid.

D Tier (Songs I literally forgot about):

Whatever It Takes: No joke, forgot about this song only a week after I watch the episode. That’s how bad this song was. I didn’t like the pacing in the song. Charlie and Vaggie’s conflict felt rushed too so Vaggie’s part felt unnecessary. Plus, we still barely know anything about Carmilla except she makes weapons and she loves her family so this song really falls through. I think the show’s writing sabotaged this song but I don’t want to get into that.

Welcome to Heaven: 😐. My face during this song. Such a bad song. I guarantee to you that I’ll forget about this next week. I also just don’t like most of the designs from heaven. They look so tacky and rushed. I literally let out a disappointed sigh when I saw the seraphim. Most of my gripes about this is mostly just the character design. I know Viv put thought into some of the demons but the angels have me dead.

Here’s me ranting again about the show that doesn’t have anything to do with the songs. I just have so much stuff I want to rant about this show, some of it good and the rest bad. But that’s my tier-list so far.