#like I told her my favorite girl in red song is i wanna be your girlfriend

[oddly-informed-raven]

Listening to Girl in Red's i wanna be your girlfriend on repeat in my room alone rn. No reason. Just for funsies.

[starkwlkr]

teacups and princesses | max verstappen

an: i’ve never been to disneyworld/land so sorry if anything is wrong lol

Max had promised Ophelia a trip to Disney World whenever they made it to Miami. That’s all the little girl could talk about. She even made a list of all the things she wanted to do and characters she wanted to meet. Max would do anything to see his baby girl happy so your little family of three arrived to America earlier than you usually would so Ophelia could spend a day at Disney.

Max wanted her day to feel magical so he bought her an identical sleeping beauty dress and pink glittery flats instead of those plastic heels that came worth the dress.

“Papa, you have to wear the ears!” Ophelia pointed at the Mickey wars that were on display. “Please!”

“You think papa would look cute in them?” Max grabbed her hand and walked with her to the store. You couldn’t help but take a picture of them.

“Yes! And mama can wear this one!” Ophelia pointed to the Minnie ears.

“Oh, mama is going to look so beautiful in these. Can you pick some ears for me? I want to look beautiful like mama.” Max grabbed the Minnie ears and placed them on your head. He then took his phone out and took a picture of you.

Ophelia was taking the job of finding the perfect Mickey ears for Max very seriously. She had changed her mind at least four times. When she spotted the perfect ones, she immediately grabbed them and showed them to her dad.

“I love them, phee. Here, put them on.” He crouched down so Ophelia could place the ears on his head.

“You look pretty! But mama looks prettier.” The girl giggled.

“I’ll take that.” Max chuckled.

After paying for the ears, the first stop was a ride that Ophelia had been wanting to ride for a while. The line for the teacups was a little long, but Max kept Ophelia entertained by asking her the most random questions.

“If you were a any color of the rainbow, which one would you be?”

Ophelia thought about it. Orange? No, she didn’t like it. Blue? Not even close.

“I wanna be every color!”

“That’s what I was going to say!” Max replied.

“What about you mama? What color of the rainbow would you be?” Ophelia asked you.

“I would be red. I love the color red.” You nodded.

“Traitor!” Max said jokingly.

After a while, it was your turn to ride the teacups. A while back Ophelia had told Max she wanted to ride the pink teacup so Max, wanting to be the best dad ever, raced to get to the pink teacup first.

“You know you were the only adult running for a teacup, right?” You laughed at Max. You helped Ophelia get into the teacup.

“If my girl wants the pink teacup, she’s getting the pink teacup.”

When the ride started, you all turned the wheel as fast as you could since Ophelia wanted to go super fast. Hearing your daughter laugh was like a sweet song that you never wanted to end.

“Faster!” Ophelia yelled.

You looked at Max. The smile on his face never left. It warmed your heart seeing him so happy.

When the ride ended, you were all tired from turning the wheel. You were pretty sure your arms were about to fall off, but it was worth it.

“Where to next, princess Ophelia?” Max questioned.

“I want to meet Mickey and Minnie and Sleeping beauty and Cinderella . . .” She listed all the characters she wanted to meet.

Of course Max made it all possible. He never broke his promises when it came to you and Ophelia.

As you walked around, you were on the search for sleeping beauty. Ophelia was getting disappointed that she was no where to be found, but her dad assured her that she would meet sleeping beauty.

“Phee, look over there.” You pointed towards a small group of children that were gathered around Princess Aurora.

Ophelia looked and practically fainted at the sight of her favorite princess. “Mama! Papa! It’s sleeping beauty!” She pointed at the blonde princess.

“Let’s go!” Max grabbed Ophelia’s hand.

When you got to where sleeping beauty was, Ophelia had gone shy. She was in the presence of her favorite Disney princess, how could she not be shy?

“Look at you! We have matching dresses! Oh, I love your shoes!” Princess Aurora told Ophelia.

“My papa got them for me.” She said in a low tone.

“Well your papa definitely picked the most beautiful shoes for you. They’re so glittery, I love them. Can I keep them?”

“But they’re too small for you!” Ophelia laughed at the thought of the princess wearing tiny shoes.

“You’re right,” the princess said sadly. “But maybe we can ask someone with magic to make the shoes bigger?”

“Wait! My papa knows where to buy these shoes but bigger for you! And then we can match more!”

You and Max watch the whole interaction with smiles on your faces. It was too cute.

“You know, Ophelia asked me when is she going to have a baby brother because she’s our princess and now we need a prince.” Max told you.

“And what do you think?” You ask him.

“I think . . . that’s she’s right.”

“A boy. A mini you.” You kissed Max. “Just you, me and our little girl and boy, sounds like the perfect dream.”

[facefullofsadness]

HII SORRY IDK IF REQS R ON OR OFF BUT CAN I REQ GUITARIST DOM NEIGHBOUR YUNJIN X NERD SUB Y/N (FEM)

first of all, yes reqs are open dw. second, ANON IM OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT GRRR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

content - dom guitarist neighbor!yunjin x nerd sub!y/n (written like "studious nerd" not "loser nerd" like in the sakura fic), smut (rough sex, fingering, choking, degradation, mommy kink, edging)

wc - 1652

a/n - ffos stop writing rockstar!yunjin smut challenge (difficulty: impossible). and when I do a rockstar!au series w a bunch of diff idols just fucking y/n brainless, then what? bc look at the material, rockstar winter, giselle, hanni, yunjin, wendy, phew, I'm dizzy.

all you want to do is study or relax, but yunjin has her own agenda.

I imagine you're some kind of stem or pre-med major where ur head is always buried in books, trying to study and memorize and re-memorize and review all this fucking material. ur always preoccupied with your studies that when u finally get that moment to rest, you really bask in the peace of silence after a long day.

but of course, you can never have good things. bc as soon as you lay back on your couch, ur favorite snack next to you and putting your comfort show on the tv, you hear music blasting from your neighbor. the melody u conclude being an arctic monkeys song (taste jennifer! listen to do I wanna know for immersion :)) which you would enjoy on any other day, if not for the fact that you were trying to relax and NOT feel the vibrations of the electric guitar from next door. that being said, this neighbor had been practicing music EVERY DAY for the past few weeks.

it drove u insane. you have never tried to confront ur neighbor bc you hoped they would stop on their own (maybe due to social anxiety too but that's neither here nor there), but after WEEKS of this perpetual migraine, you had no choice.

building up the courage to walk over to their door and proceeding to practically pound on it, music louder now that you were outside their apartment. you were fully prepared to go ape-shit on the menace that had been tormenting your serenity for so long. but you didn't prepare for them to be hot?!

the music stopping after 3 rounds of your aggressive knocking and finally a red-haired sexy ass woman swung open the door fully, guitar slung on her back and tatted arms crossed, wearing black tattered clothes, the woman towering over you as she leaned forward, looking up at her eyebrow and septum piercings.

you gulped nervously, not expecting such a sight, the ginger raising an eyebrow at you curiously.

"what do you want?" she'd ask annoyedly.

her tone pissed you off and snapped u out of your trance, "for you to lower your music or stop playing."

bold, she thought.

"why should I?" the woman leaned against her door frame, a smirk tugging at her lips.

you huff out frustratingly, "because you've been blasting your music for the past few weeks and I'm sick and tired of it, it gives me a headache and you have no respect."

she scoffs, "aw, is my princess missing out on her beauty sleep?"

you close ur eyes and sigh, regaining urself so you wouldn't blow up, then looking up at the girl's eyes, "can you PLEASE lower the music at least?"

the ginger uncrosses her arms and leans forward again, one hand on the door frame and another gesturing at you, "do I get anything in return for being such a good girl for you?"

u feel chills go down your spine at her words and your cheeks heat up. the sound of her deep chuckle makes you look away.

"fuck you're cute, what's your name?" she tilts her head to the side.

"y-y/n."

"I've never seen you around y/n. you're telling me I've been living next to an absolute babe for the past few months and I didn't know? can't be having that."

your eyes dart anywhere else before you clear your throat, "anyway, thank you, I'll get going now."

"ah, ah, ah, not so fast y/n-ie. I haven't even told you my name yet!" you feel a hand snatch your wrist and pull you back, your body falling into hers.

you look up at the red-haired neighbor, "it's yunjin, jennifer to friends, but you can moan mommy to me."

you scream internally and feel your heartbeat racing. it'd be so fucking cringe to hear it if anyone else said it, but something about the way jen held you and looked at you like her next meal made your lower stomach feel on fire.

"do you wanna know how talented guitarists are with their fingers?" her naughty half-lidded gaze trailed the features of your face, looking so innocent to her, with your large black framed glasses and wide eyes.

"you're disgusting and a pervert miss jennifer," you say, trying to cover up your attraction to her and the situation (failing btw).

you try to pull away from her grasp, her strong hands gripping your arms tighter and holding you close, her face coming closer to yours, "oh please, don't lie and tell me you don't wanna fuck me."

"you really don't have any respect do you?"

"and where was your respect? came pounding on my door, demanding whatever bullshit you just said, didn't even ask me for my name miss neighbor!" a cocky smile spreading on yunjin's face.

"well I apologize but it should be common sense to not blast your music for the entire 5th floor to hear," you roll your eyes, crossing your arms in her hold.

"you look even better when you're angry, maybe I should piss you off some more."

god she pissed you off so much, it's unfortunate the girl was really fucking hot.

"I'm not pissed," you lied.

"no? what are you then? horny?" the audacity really.

you roll your eyes, "can I go?"

jen gives you an annoyingly smug expression and shakes her head left to right before pulling you into her place, shutting the door behind you, and pinning you to it.

"you may not be horny, which I don't believe, but I am now."

her grip leaves your arms and trails your sides. you let out a heavy sigh but try to hold your composure.

"hm? you're not pushing me away? does that mean I'm right?"

she chuckles lowly next to your ear, her greedy hands slipping under your sweatshirt and rubbing the skin.

"sh-shut up," you mumble, turning your head away from her face in your neck, her mouth leaving hot breaths and wet kisses across it.

her calloused fingertips tap against your waist and travel higher, "no bra? was your intention to get fucked so I could change my mind?"

she's so vulgar, like it gives you the ick, but she feels so good, you ignore the bullshit spilling from her lips.

she feels up your stomach and places each hand on your boobs, kneading them eagerly and breathing hard on your neck. you bite your lip to prevent any noise from escaping your mouth. you knew it was wrong, you knew it was dirty, but you knew it felt too good to wanna stop.

"c'mon princess, let it out for me," yunjin would whisper against your skin, her thumbs circling your hard nipples.

your hands clutch her bare shoulders as you feel her smile against your jaw. you struggle hard to hold back a whine as she pushes you into the door using her warm body.

"I have nothing to let out for you," lying again.

"I guess I just have to tear it out from you then," the guitarist says before taking her hands out from under your sweatshirt and grabbing you by the thighs, lifting you up and carrying you to her room.

your body falls against the plush mattress and you watch as the woman slings her guitar off her shoulders, crawling on the bed towards you.

"you may be able to resist how good it feels now, but not after I have my way with you... I won't be the one making so much noise after all."

oh and she truly kept her word.

yunjin's right hand fingers were plunged deep inside your pussy, thrusting in and out at unfathomable speed, while her left hand fingers were in your mouth, shoving them down your throat and making you gag.

your shorts and panties were somewhere lost in her room and if your vision wasn't blurred with tears, you swear your clothes hang from one of the guitars she had displayed on the wall. you sat with your legs wide open on jen's lap, your back against the headboard for stability, tongue sticking out so her fingers can reach deeper into your mouth.

all you could make out were the choking noises coming from your throat and muffled moaning conjoined with it. your cunt was on fire due to the pace at which her digits were ramming into you. your eyes were rolled back and your thighs trembled.

"you sick fuck, you're really enjoying this you know? I know you are, I know you love how rough I'm treating you. who would've known some lowly nerd like you would be into such freaky shit."

she'd pull the fingers in your throat out which caused you to release a deep groan, but return her hand to your neck, squeezing and pinning you against the headboard.

"m-mommy..." you'd desperately whimper out.

a sick chuckle leaves her throat hearing you call her the title she mentioned earlier.

"you may be a whore but you're good at following directions, aren't you princess?" she sinisterly smiles at your fucked out expression, pulling her fingers all the way out to slam them in again, using four digits to plunge into your gushing cunt.

your vision blurs completely as you feel your high coming quick. your back arches off of the wall and your body melts into yunjin's hold.

"cumming already? so sensitive, I don't wanna end it yet," she immediately retracts her hand from your pulsing core.

you whine desperately at the loss of contact and jennifer's grip on your neck tightens.

"listen here little slut, I barely even started. you're going to hold out until I have my way with you, got it?"

let's just say you're not the neighbor making the noise complaints in the next few hours (days? weeks? yunjin realllyyyy liked you).

a/n - guitarists' finger dexterity is no joke (I play guitar so someone plsss hmu :.) aka huh yunjin hit my line im begging you)

[unsuredreamer]

I will always love you

Chloe Charming 💙 x fem! reader

requested! but i changed a bit

i feel like it's kinda shit, but you can let me know whatcha think!

"Look at them honey, they are perfect for each other. Just like us" Charming calmly exhaled. The both of them, along with your parents admiring how you and your best friend of the whole universe danced together. Two 8 year olds just holding hands and spinning around, hugging, trying to make up new steps.

"We can try to this song! My momma and dad always sing it" Little Chloe yelled trying to find the right rythm to their newest invention of a dance.

"What is it, Chlo?" You yelled in excitement still holding her hand. There was a whole party thrown for your birthday but you didn't want to dance with anyone else. This little girl and her blue dress seemed to be enough for you. Not even the biggest cake with lots of frosting would make you as excited as being told you'll see your favorite girl again.

"So it goes like, mhmh-wait I don't remember. Mommy!" She swiftly ran off, you right after her.

"Yes babygirl?"

"Could you sing that one song you sing with daddy? I want to dance with Y/n. You always say it's special, i want to dance with her to it. Make it special too!" The little girl grinned, her storm of blue locks forbidding her from seeing anything, making her throw them to the side every now and then.

"So this is love?" Cinderella hummed, giggling in the process.

"Yes! Yes! That one!"

As Ella continued humming the rest of the parents could not help themselves to not be in awe at the sight before them. You both truly were soulmates, platonic or not, there's no denying it.

-

"Fuck you! Why are you so rude to me?" Chloe yelled

"Well I wouldn't have to be if you weren't a stuck up princess all the god damn time!"

"I am a stuck up princess..?"

"Chloe no I-. Fuck!"

-

"Hey little bluey girl right here, you're looking really good today, wanna hang after school?" The other son of Hook, Thomas, has appeared before your 'friend' holding her chin up with his piece of rusted metal. It was not gold, let's not fool anyone. And it certainly did not pass down on him his fathers charms. Only this horrible accent of his.

What would that douchebag want from her? You thought watching from afar. Your blood boiling hot at the sight. Glaring daggers, you thought of all the ways to kill him. He doesn't seem to want to let go. Hitting on the poor girl since the begging of the year. Despite the desperate attempts of Red trying to scare him off.

"I'm sorry, I'm actually quite busy, I was.." The charming princess stopped and looked at her friend for help.

"Supposed to help me...with something" Red butt in sensing her friends pleads.

"It's alright I can help too, so what are we doing?" The bloke grinned not letting go

"It's girly stuff so we'd rather-"

"Well, I've been round women my whole life babygirl, so i believe i should know a thing or two" His grin getting bigger. What a shithead. Take a hint bro.

"I mean, It's-It will be-I"

"All good blu, I know you want me there" He winked getting closer to her. She was looking rather uncomfortably, slowly backing off. He was atrocious, she would never want to do anything with him. Would she?

Even if she was to be paid for it, she'd never wish to look at him. Chloe's eyes squeezed shut at the growing feeling in her stomach. Her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"Hey back off bro" You claimed, right on time, pushing him away from almost kissing the princess of Cinderellasburg. Standing in between him and the girl he was basically harassing. You felt her hand find it's way to yours, squeezing it tightly. Her breath shaky on your neck, you felt the anger burst out of you like a volcano.

"Becauseee what?" He smirked, coming even closer "I'm just trying to flirt with my girl here" His eyes wandered around your body settling on Chloe's, her hand squeezing yours even tighter. As much as if cutting the blood flow from your limb was intentional.

"She's my girlfriend, so you better back off little shrimp before I gut you out just like my father did yours" You threatened, showing him your sharp canines in a fearful smile. They were all that was left after this little bibbidi bobbidy boo the young fairy godmother accidentally performed on you when you went back in time with the girls. She was not the brightest fairy back then let's say.

-

"Bibbidi bobbidy boo! OH! I'm so sorry!" Fay yelled "I'm gonna fix this, I'm gonna fix this!"

"Don't! You've done too much, leave it" You growled looking at yourself, full of fur with sharp claws sticking out.

"You look rather cute as a wolf!" Bridget butt in, smiling from ear to ear. Petting your back.

"Shut up!" You yelled, shrugging her hand off "I'm a beast not a wolf"

"Yeah yeah, whatever you say man" Ella snarled "I mean girl, sorry"

"Yeah, fuck off" You stormed out of the building glaring at anyone you saw on your way, your dear friend running after you. She wanted to help you, tell you you were not bad, and actually kind of nice looking as a beast. Maybe even give you a few belly rubs to make you finally smile " Go away Chloe"

"But Y/n, you-"

" I said go away!" You roared, scaring the poor girl. You did not want her to look at you in that state. You were a monster.

-

"Geez, you're crazy. But don't worry I won't take your owner, dog" Thomas laughed after his annoying bark walking away.

"Fucking dumbass" Red snickered under her breath, raising her eyebrow

"Thank you Y/n, really" Chloe smiled warmly

"All good" You just muttered coldly. Usually you'd be more harsh to the Charming princess, to Red, your brother, basically everyone. But you felt the anger slowly falter.

You began to act like that around your fourteenth birthday. Something happened to ypu and you hadn't quite known yourelf what happened. To make you feel so much anger. To make you act so heartless, cold, to be so harsh and truthful to the point it hurts others. It was like a switch in you, being played with for months and left on the side that made everything turn dark. Deep down you dont want to be that way, you know it. But it's like a shell has began to form around your heart, your skin getting ten times thicker forbidding your true character out int the broad daylight.

Were you cursed?

You did not want to be that way with Chloe, she was the dearest to you. But you've already hurt her so much. It made your heavy with guilt heart ache.

Why couldn't you look in her eyes? They were the most beautiful eyes you've ever looked into. But somehow you were too ashamed to look at her, to even glance.

She was pretty, too pretty for you.

too good for you.

As she looked at you with that kind look in her eyes, you could not fathom how was she even able to talk to you still. Be so nice, after you literally abandoned her. It was never your intention to let go of this beautiful soul, but something pulled the strings on you. Making you not be yourself. You hated that. You hated yourself.

-

"i hate what you've become, I miss the way we laughed together, and how you held me. Everything we've done"

"Okay" I miss you more Chloe.

"Come back to me please, break out of this Y/n. I'm waiting. I'm always gonna want you back"

-

Days have passed, you two faking being a couple for the sake of Thomas leaving Chloe alone. The whole school whispering about this unusual romance.

Her hand found yours in the middle of the corridor upon all of these eyes looking at you. You felt awkward. It was truly awkward as she whispered to you.

"Y/n, act normally. I can feel your hand sweat soaking mine"

Slamming her back on the lockers you couldn't help but almost graze her lips "Then let go of my hand and just kiss me, we'll be done with that whole show" You blurted out, not realizing what have you just said.

"Are you insane?" That was exactly what she wanted.

" I think i might be...about you" you muttered the last part under your breath.

"They are so gonna talk about it" The blue haired princess breathed, her cheeks turning deep red.

"Well, that's why we're doing this right?"

-

And yet another argument burst out between you two.

How could someone be so stupidly, obviously in love with each other and argue on top of that? Whilst also being in a relationship? Fake, yes, but still.

You have to make up eventually though, right? You need to.

"Chloe.." You blurted out.

"Yes?" She answered with hope in her eyes, she was tired of this too. She missed you like hell and the worst part is, she didn't even know why you acted this way. You just stopped talking to her, stopped hanging out, became more distant and kind of floated away. She tried to bring you back a few times, but no luck. As if something was holding you hostage.

Oh how you loved her hopeful eyes. Always cheery, always positive. She was like a beam of sunlight on a dark day. A singular ray lightning up the whole world for you. You loved dark days but she was much better than that. Much better than anything and anyone you've ever loved.

So why couldn't you say it to her? scream at the top of your lungs how much you love her.

"Do you want to go out with me? After classes, go for a little walk?" You asked unsurely, would she want to? After all you've put her through? And now, faking being her lover? That's like an arow straight through the heart. Injesting itself like a poison flowing in her veins.

"Sure" she gave you a small nod. Just a small nod.

That way, you spent all of your remaining classes rethinking all the bad things you've said to her. All the mean things you've done. And how you could make the plane turn right around. How you could show her you're sorry. Apologize. But your mouth was doing something completely different than your soul wished to come out.

"You know it's really annoying, knowing you can't stick up for yourself. Like a child."

Chloe tried to stay calm, walking by your side when you broke the awkward silence, but she could not let go of these growing feelings, buzzing in her head with every second her hand grazed yours as you spat those harsh words at her. Is she annoying? Is that what you imply? Suddenly she burst out as she couldn't contain herself anymore,

"Tell me! Tell me what did i do wrong?! I can't believe you've been this icy, son of a bitch to me for the past, what, two years?! It's like we've never been best friends. You know how bad it hurt me? Having you be so cold to me after all those years spent everyday together? You were the closest person to my heart and you walked away from it. I cried nights colliding with your freezing stare after tasting the previous sun coming out of you. You were like swording to me, and now i don't even enjoy that! Everything I do reminds me of all the things we have done together. The simplest walks and these hard quests our dad's used to prepare for us just to get us out of the castle. Coming home just to eat a nice sandwich from my momma, split in half, the other for you. Never have I ever eaten the other half, even after you stopped coming to hang-out. The gut wrenching, sickening feeling in my stomach forbid me from eating for days. Even Chad has been asking for you, yes, this annoying little prince whos been bugging us everyday, missed you too. You turned away from me, why from me Y/n? You were everything i had. And you took it away" Chloe spat out the last sentence, giving you one last look before turning away and running till her legs gave up. Not giving you a chance to reedem yourself. Collapsing on the ground crying her heart out.

It was broken. It was broken by you. But she wanted you to be the person to piece it back together. She's been hurt by you but she wanted nothing more than to feel your comfort. You were the bad person, but how wrong of her was to want only you in her life? To feel your love? To feel your touch?

"Hey boo, what's wrong?" Red whispered into Chloes hair after dropping on the floor right beside her. Clinging hard onto her knight, so the blue would feel that support. She didn't know if that was right but thats what she heard is supposedto help.

"Y/n.." Was all that the Wonderlandian could make up from Charming's sobs.

She knew the situation between you two was tense hence all she did was just be there for her friend. Holding her, listening to her on and on rambles, how you're the worst, but also the best. It confused her, how this many feelings could be stored in such a small body.

"And it's so frustrating! Infuriating!" Chloe yelled pacing around the room, throwing her hands in every direction. Her emotions changing 10 times in the span of minutes. If Red didn't take her sword that would be the thing she'd be gesturing with.

"Yea-"

"She says one thing then all of a sudden she's got me spinning, clasped in her touch. Messing with my head like I'm some kind of a toy?" she was irritated, confused, sad. "You know what? I'm gonna go and sp-"

"No, no, Chloe, chill out first" Red tried to calm her but her friend was already at the door, swinging it open revealing someone standing in the frame.

"Um-Chlo?" She froze in place.

"Y/n"

"I was about to knock, i promise i did not eavesdrop" You offered a small smile.

"Good. What are you here for?" Her harsh tone made you wince

"Can we talk alone?" You asked looking briefly at the princess of Wonderland. She just nodded her head walking swiftly out of the room. "Listen Chloe. I'm sorry"

"Woah, deep coming from you Y/n, after two years" She remarked, crossing her arms on her chest. Looking anywhere but you

"I really am, I know it wil not change anything. But-" You breathed in, "I try to stop these harsh words from coming out, but i feel like a puppet. Like someone who is just controlled by others. Like I'm not myself. And i haven't been since I went to these woods" You sharply exhaled. Chloe shifted closer to you, sensing your truthfulness. "I fell like I've been cursed Chloe" You gazed into her eyes, your own brimming with tears. She immediately pulled you into a deep hug. She knew it wasn't you, you have always been a sweetheart. How could she not be there for you?

"It's okay"

"It really is not Chlo" You pulled away from her comforting arms, taking her hand in yours. The brief, delicate touch made Chloe spin, her mind cloud and her sight to blurry. Her body got hot and her heart thumped in her chest. "I thought, about complimenting you at least 5 times a day but i couldn't muster up the courage to break through" You admitted.

"You did?" Your soft tone of voice made her swoon, she missed you so bad.

"I did love. I wanted to scream because my mouth did the complete opposite" You giggled, but there was nothing to really giggle at "You know, you are absolutely wonderful"

"You think so?"

"Chloe, you're the most amazing, talented, smart and beautiful girl I've ever known. Of course you are" you smiled, taking her head in your hands, swiping your thumb over her rosy cheek.

"I love you" The Charming princess blurted out "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid"

"Chloe, Chloe, calm down" You tried getting her to stop shaking her head but it was no use. She was like a storm, unmanageable. So you did the only thing you could think of a the moment.

Getting closer your lips touched hers. Making her stop everything and hum into the kiss. She was frozen, her heart rate hitting skies, when she finally realized what was happening. Your mouths moved in synchronization as your hands found her neck pulling her even closer.

The kiss was slow, savoring every single second as you tried to pour all of your feelings into it. Her lips so soft and her tounge entangling with yours. It made you want more and more.

But you had to pull away, keeping her chin high up in your palm. Her little smile and kind brown eyes looking up at you made you burst out with happiness from the inside. Her hands hooked around your neck playing with your hair.

"I love you Chloe" You promised, planting one peck to her lips. The girl closed her eyes and nodded her head, telling you silently she knew.

She always knew, that's why she waited for your love.

[bisexualiteaa]

Them catching you listening to dirty songs 👀

Feat. John "soap" MacTavish, König, Simon "Ghost" Riley

Smutty suggestive themes 18+

John "Soap" MacTavish

Song: Dick by StarBoi3 feat. Doja cat

- You were both on your way to the gym for a good work out, (gym couple goals) when you'd noticed that one of your wireless earbuds had gone missing, but didn't really think anything of it, thinking you must have dropped one on the way out or accidentally left it at home.

- little did you know, Johnny nabbed it when you weren't looking, ever so curious of what you listened to when you were doing your sets and what music motivated you through your workouts.

- he found it rather normal at first, your usual selection of music playing for a bit, so when it played, he was as caught off guard as a deer in headlights. He was weight lifting when he heard the song play, and damn near dropped the weights when he heard it.

- he looked over at you, watching as you worked out your core and legs, mouthing the words as the main chorus hit, hitting your squats to the beat.

"She made some plans on my dick tonight"

"She not with him tonight, she not with Jim tonight"

"She in the gym tonight"

"Workout in that pussy (Ayy)"

"I'm gettin' ripped tonight"

"R.I.P that pussy (Ayy)"

"I'm goin' in tonight"

- his jaw was slack, watching you mouth the words to such a flithy song with a grin on your face, while at the gym of all places, but you were in your own little world.

- when your eyes met his gaze, you were none the wiser, giggling and waving at him happily as he watched you, thinking he was just checking you out or making sure no one was going to try and play moves on you. How could you be so cute and innocent but such a little demon too?

- he definitely needed to steal your earbuds more often, because afterwards, he made sure you made some plans with his dick that night.

König

Song: 34 + 35 by Ariana Grande

- you were all out at the bar drinking together after a rather rough week when the song came on.

- to start, he knew you could sing, you'd been together since before he joined Task Force 141, what he wasn't expecting was you to sing along to a song like this out in public

"Yeah, we started at midnight, go 'til the sunrise"

"Done at the same time"

"But who's counting the time when we got it for life?"

"I know all your favorite spots"

"We can take it from the top"

"You such a dream come true, true"

"Make a bitch wanna hit snooze, ooh"

"Can you stay up all night?"

"Fuck me 'til the daylight"

"34, 35"

"Can you stay up all night?"

"Fuck me 'til the daylight"

"34, 35"

- you sang the whole thing, making the rest of the guys at the table laugh and cheer you on as you sang, seeing as they'd never heard you sing before, let alone a song like this.

- König however? The second he actually added 34 and 35 together in his head, his face burned red, but the fact that you were singing it? Made it so much hotter, and harder to think with the pictures of you doing those things running rampant through his mind.

- "I think that's your que to take her home" Gaz spoke up with a knowing grin, making you chuckle as you watched König sit frozen and looking at you in disbelief.

- you and your comrades took far too much delight in his shy reaction, but when you two made it back home? You both Subtracted the clothes, he divided your legs and helped you add 34+35.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Song: The Summoning by Sleep Token

- you were cooking breakfast when the song came on, usually liking to sing and dance to your music as you cooked.

- Simon was just waking up when he smelled what you were making, and he made it half way down the stairs when your music and the sight of you greeted him.

"Oh, and my love"

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Or are you really here to cut me off?"

"Or maybe just to turn me on"

"'Cause these days"

"I would be lying if I told you that"

"I didn't wish that I could be your man"

"Or maybe make a good girl bad"

"I've got a river running right into you"

"I've got a blood trail, red in the blue"

"Something you say or something you do"

"The taste of the divine"

- he recognized it instantly from one of your nights of shared carnal passion, remembering how you melted at the way he moved his hips in time to the beat.

- he quietly treaded the rest of the way downstairs, his one hand wrapping around your throat as the other sat at your hip as he came up to you from behind, taking you off guard. But in the best possible way of course.

- "playing your favorite song, I see?" He asked, making you chuckle as he turned you around and kissed you.

- it wasn't long until breakfast was long forgotten, left to get cold as he bent you over the counter after replaying the song, pistoning his hips into you to the beat.

- and while breakfast may have grown cold, you certainly couldn't have been more of the opposite.

[tcc-freak]

Intro thingy EHEHHE

——————( -_•)▄︻テحكـ━一💥——————

Don’t need to start anything just block me if u don’t like me

(I’m bio fem and pansexual >_<)

Music I liek

KMFDM, MCR, MSI(the music not the artist.), Columbine Carcass, Negative XP, Nine inch nails, Chemlab

Fav songs

Columbine -nightmare at Hanging rock

Pumped up kicks -foster the people

I hate myself and everybody else-Negative XP

Burn -nine inch nails

Every day is exactly the same-Nine inch nails

Me and my gun-KMFDM

Unfit -KMFDM

(There is more)

Favorite crimes

Columbine,Sandy hook, Virginia Tech, Parkland, Robert Picktons case, Robb elementary, (I mostly like Massacres especially school massacres)

Other socials

Disc- H3llscl0udd

(MY FUCKING PIN GOT BANNED. It was originally “TCC_FREAK” .)

me and my friends yt acc- “@Dummiezzz”

facts abt me or smth idk.

I like guns

My fav color is Red

I Like dogs more than cats

I don’t get bullied (some how)

I like to draw (boring asf)

Things I fucking hate.

°People who walk slow in the hallway and your fucking class is across the campus with 1 minute to get there.

°people who steal my fucking lunch table seat

°Preppy little fucking bitches (most I met is really fucking rude especially in PE)

°Wannabe gangsters.

°People who say “acoustic” and not in a musical way

°people who make fucking R@p3 jokes. (Some kid said he was gonna r@p3 me at school. I also got told someone was gonna rape me raw on here.)

°People who moan in the middle of class

°KIDS WHO WONT SHUT THE FUCK UP WHEN THE TEACHER IS TALKING AND GETS THE WHOLE FUCKING CLASS IN TROUBLE BC OF IT.

°wannabe class clowns

°kids who fucking say “bye” or “whatever.” After a very fucking serious conversation

°people who cut me in the lunch line. I just wanna fucking slice off their head with a fucking pair of scissors

°people who brag about how their mom is a P0rnstar. (Yea I met some girl who told the whole school her mom was a p0rnstar.)

°people who talk behind other people’s backs especially during Pe like ‘this team fucking sucks. (name) is just standing there’ So? How about you actually give your team fucking motivation and they will get better?

°PEOPLE WHO DONT UNDERSTAND THE WORD NO.

°People who make fun of other people’s weight. (I get it if the other person is rude asf ) but not if the person is actually nice and caring they don’t deserve that you fucking whore.

°people who brag they had s3x like showing a vid to the whole school a video of them getting buttfucked.

°racists.

°Fucking YouTubers who were really popular then started making things and all they do is promote promote promote their fucking products.

°people who don’t wear deodorant. I don’t wanna fucking smell you.

°People who don’t brush their teeth. (I understand if the person has 0 motivation n depressed) but like if you actually like don’t brush your teeth on purpose like you just don’t want to and you actually can. Fuck you.

°People who bully others bc they have a disability

°Parents when you come out as trans or nonbinary or any other gender they immediately say ‘I think you think that being a girl/guy and liking girls/guys is wrong. You’re just confused’ FUCK OFF.

°people who lipsink to videos that already has a meme audio and the original is funny asf but the person lipsinking ruined it.

°People with Vore kinks (Eugh.)

°PEOPLE WHO WOULDNT STOP SAYING “ew” ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

°PEOPLE WHO BLAME OTHERS FOR SOMETHING THEY DONE.

°IF SOMEONE ACCIDENTALLY LIKE DOESNT CATCH A BALL PEOPLE FUCKING YELL AT THEM. YELLING DOESNT DO SHIT TO THE PERSON IT MAKES THEM FUCKING FEEL WORSE.

°People who are stuck up their own ass.

°People who come up to you and say ‘so we are like best friends right?’ FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK NOOOO.

°People who come up to you and say “my friend likes you” and “can he get your number” I DONT FUCKING KNOW HIM? HELL NO.

°FUCKING LOLICONS/PROSHIPPERS.

°When people spill to much info like “Oh yeh I’m a therian!” LIKE REALLY LOUD AT LUNCH. Your giving our table bad reputation and I’m fucking TCC YOUR FUCKING WORSE THAN I AM

°people who cut their shirts neckline too far it slides down and exposes your fucking bra. I do not wanna see that shit.

°People who say “will you still love me if I was a worm!” After I said I was fucking busy. At that point just move away from me.

°PEOPLE WHO MARK ON SOMEONE ELSES ARM “(name) and (name) Property <3” WHEN THE PERSON SAID NOT TO WRITE ANYTHING BAD AND ANOTHER FRIEND OF THEIRS HAD TO SCRUB IT OFF THEM BC IT WAS ON THEIR SHOULDER.

°People who constantly makes sexual jokes to a couple who are dating and it makes them Very uncomfortable.

Break from the Hating have smth my boyfriend sent me

Back to hating

°Teachers who are fucking bipolar and one day they are chill with sunglasses in the classroom the next day they aren’t…? Tf?

°p3d0s how tf can you fall in love with a 6 year old. I fucking hate kids I might aswell turn into fucking Adam Lanza

°Z00ph1les. Why fuck a cat when you can fuck a woman with bewbs you can kiss and love on the woman make her feel loved and she can actually speak. I don’t understand Z00s.

°Homophobic boys in class yet they moan and act gay with their friends who are also guys.

°PEOPLE WHO FUCKING YELL OUT “is that a cellar device!!” FUCK OFF ILL SHOOT OFF YOUR FUCKING HEAD AND THROW YOUR FUCKING DEAD BODY ON YOUR PARENTS DOORSTEP.

°people who rocket launch milk cartons.

°People in fucking school bathrooms wetting pads and throwing them on a wall. Most of the time they aren’t used but the ones that are used is just fucking disgusting.

°People who won’t stop asking stupid AND I MEAN FUCKING STUPID QUESTIONS LIKE “why do they have red eyes?” Bc they are TWISTEDS (dandy’s world) “But why?” Bc they are twisted. “But whyyy?” ILL FUCKING GREIF YOU.

°People who talk about sensitive topics like, R@p3, abu$3, drvgs, etc. with no fucking TW. Can you give me a fucking warning I just wanted to fucking eat.

°People who say you aren’t allowed to be in a fandom bc you haven’t/arent able to watch/play the game/series

°people who joke about fucking my dog. I’ll fucking chop off your limbs and sew them where they arent meant to go, and deliver it to your fucking family.

°People who don’t treat celebrities like they aren’t real people and just being fucking creepy.

°people who make comments on your body

°people who people/j

°People who fucking drive slow when the speed limit is fucking 75 and you’re going 30. GET OFF THE FUCKING ROAD YOU COCK SLEVE.

°People spraying mass perfume all over them next to you in the locker room. Causing you to sneeze a lot. LIKE CAN YOU FUCKING DO THAT IN THE SHOWERS? ITS NOT THAT FUCKING HARD.

°FUCKING ADS I HATE ADS WHEN IM WATCHING A GOOD SHOW AND A FUCKING AD POPS UP I JUST WANNA THROW MY TV OFF MOUNT EVERST, LANCH IT TO A FUCKING BLACK HOLE.

°PEOPLE WHO SPREAD RUMORS ESPECIALLY ABOUT MY FRIENDS. LIKE KIDS WOULD SPREAD RUMORS THAT MY FRIEND WAS RACIST, HOBOPHOBIC, AND TRANSPHOBIC. NO THE FUCK HE ISNT.

°PEOPLE WHO THINK BEING CHRISTAN WILL GET YOU TO HEAVEN.

°PEOPLE WHO THINK IF YOU SIN ONCE YOU WILL GO TO HELL. I GUESS IM GOING THERE FOR ENTIRETY

I have other things but ig this is good for now

Etc things

Name: Bandít

Gender: Bio female.

Height: 5’5/5’6 can’t remember

Birthday: April 1st. (I’m not joking.)

My favortie game: “Super Columbine massacre rpg!!!” From 2006 or smth

Eric Harris ahh into indeed LAMOAAOOAOOAOAOOA

do i idolize Eric n Dylan?:

(guuuuuulp.)

Am I an Eric Harris wannabe mf bc I hate a lot of shit?: no.

[musicalmoritz]

Hey uh ,,, do you have any songs that reminds you of tbhk? Like specific characters or relationships ?? (Also I plan on updating my mitsukou playlist I have for coping reasons so some recommendations on that would be nice) ( little cat ^. . ^ / )

OKAY so a little bit embarrassing but the way I listen to music 99% of the time is by imagining my hyperfixations with whatever I’m listening to so I am the perfect person to ask this question. Fair warning tho my music taste does dabble in basic territory. This is gonna be looooooong so fasten your seatbelts

• Using You by Mars Ago is such an AoiAoi song to me. There’s always one specific ship in a fandom that fits this song perfectly and for TBHK that is 100% AoiAoi

• Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana gives me HakuSumi and Sakuhiko vibes. I lean more towards HakuSumi tho bcuz…well…those of you who know the meaning of this song will get it LOL

• Soooooo many Beetlejuice musical songs remind me of TBHK. I started to make like a whole playlist that told the plot of TBHK through musical theatre songs but I gave up after the Mitsuba arc and it never made it to Spotify. Maybe someday…

• Say My Name from Beetlejuice is obviously very HanaNene coded. And The Whole “Being Dead” Thing is giving Hanako coded. Dead Mom is very Kouded

• I Know It’s Today from the Shrek musical always makes me think of Nene

• Drift Away from Steven Universe…very Yako. Her waiting for Misaki every day before learning he died…oof

• Dear Theodosia from Hamilton Remind’s me of the Minamoto Siblings. With Teru as Burr singing abt Kou and then Kou as Hamilton singing abt Tiara

• Beautiful Boy by John Lennon reminds me of Teru and Kou

• On a similar note, I Wanna Hold Your Hand by The Beatles is soooooooo NeneMei coded. Yes I’m talking abt that scene where Nene asked Mei to hold her hand to trick her in an escape attempt. I think about it often

• Townie by Mitski makes me think of Teru. “I am not gonna be what my daddy wants me to be” yeah…

• Ever since I heard HISS by Megan Thee Stallion it has made me think of Teru. I feel like he would be her biggest fan

• Mine by Taylor Swift works so well for any Aoi ship but specifically Aoinene or AoiAoi. “You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter” I mean c’mon her fears surrounding love all stem from her father abandoning her so yeah

• Okay you specifically asked for Mitsukou so I should probably talk abt them

• To me they are so Lana Del Rey core…Video Games…Ultraviolence…the Diet Mountain Dew demo…Summertime Sadness…Yes I know I’m making her most popular songs, hush

• Line Without A Hook by Ricky Montgomery. It’s extra gut-wrenching when it’s from Mitsuba’s pov imo but it works both ways

• Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen is so Sousuke core

• All of Taylor Swift’s Red album reminds me of them but specifically All Too Well (both versions), Red, Sad Beautiful Tragic, Stay Stay Stay, Begin Again, Better Man, Come Back…Be Here, The Very First Night, and…yeah basically all of Red (Taylor’s Version)

• Northern Downpour by Panic! At the Disco also makes me think of them, this is embarrassingly my favorite song of all time I can’t lie

• Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo is so Aoinene core, yes I have written a fic abt them with that title (a lot of these come from my fic titles ngl)

• Tainted Love by Soft Cell gives me strong Terukane vibes from Akane’s pov

• I Wanna Dance With Somebody and So Emotional by Whitney Houston both remind me of Aoinene as well, basically all of her album Whitney does ngl

• Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks makes me think of Natsuhiko

• Bernadette by IAMX reminds me of Sakuhiko

• She Liked A Boy by Nxdia is very Aoinene coded

• Stupid With Love from the Mean Girls musical makes me think of MeiAoi, specifically the version with No.4 Mei

• Music of the Night from Phantom of the Opera is canonically Hanako coded like c’mon we have a whole au for this

• In addition, Think Of Mei is very Nene coded, All I Ask Of You is Mitsukouded, Notes is v Terukane coded, and the title song is so HanaNene

• Valley Of The Dolls by Marina is lowkey Aoi core with the whole “pick a personality” line and the concept of losing your identity as a woman due to the boxes society puts us in

• Gemini Moon by Reneé Rapp reminds me of Kou or Akane (mainly bcuz of the “I could never pick a side” line…bi kings)

• Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra makes me think of HanaNene (any old music does tbh, I have a whole playlist for it)

• Me and My Husband by Mitski is, like, THE Hakusumi song

• There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out by The Smiths is so Mitsukou like “to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die” ?? C’mon

• Violently shaking trying not to name every Fall Out Boy song in existence

• The Pros and Cons of Breathing is SO Aoinene guys (“wish that I was as invisible as you make me feel”)

• Hum Hallelujah could theoretically be Kou

• HOT TO GO! by Chappell Roan is the vibe I have assigned to Minami and Himari

• Stacy’s Mom for Mitsuba’s mother. No elaboration needed.

• You’re On Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift makes me think of Teru :(

• Lithium by Nirvana reminds me of Akane but also every Nirvana song ever reminds me of Akane, I have assigned Akane to Nirvana

• Whitney Houston’s iconic cover of I Will Always Love You for HanaNene…yes indeed

• Taste by Sabrina Carpenter with Terukaneaoi (Teru sings it to Akane so instead it’s “you’ll just have to taste me while SHE’S kissing you”)

• I have assigned Olivia Rodrigo’s Guts album to HanaNene and Sour to Mitsukou

• Bcuz c’mon, Deja Vu is such a Mitsukou/Soukou song

• Maneater by Daryl Hall & John Oates is Ghost Hotel au Kou and then Maneater by Nelly Furtado is main universe Mitsuba (get it? bcuz cannibalism but also they’re gay-)

• I like the concept of a “maneater” being a gay man and a “womanizer” being a lesbian. Therefore Womanizer by Britney Spears is Mei’s song

• Oops! I Did It Again by Britney Spears is Aoi with AoiAoi

• Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter is Aoimei with OG Mei, Bad Chem is HakuSumi, and Please Please Please is Sakuhiko

• Holding Out For A Hero by Bonnie Tyler is a Natsuteru song I have dubbed it that way

• Landslide by Stevie Nicks is so Aoinene it hurts… “well I’ve been afraid of changing ‘cuz I built my life around you”

• Every Breath You Take by The Police reminds me of Mitsukou from Kou’s pov…my boy can get a little obsessive

• Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo is THE Sakunene song, especially since Nene thought Sakura was Hanako’s girlfriend when they first met

• Honorable Mention by Fall Out Boy is lowkey Mitsuba like hear me out…or maybe more-so Sousuke

• Their song Pretty In Punk reminds me of both Mitsukou and Hanamitsu

• Two Player Game from Be More Chill is HanaKou and then A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into is Mitsukou

• Part Of Your World from The Little Mermaid makes me think of Nene and then Poor Unfortunate Souls is Sakura (or Tsukasa). Kiss The Girl is HanaNene or Aoinene

• Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer is Terunene, I’m sorry Ik a lot of ppl hate it but I adore them

• On that note of overhated ships I love, Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield reminds me of TeruAoi

• Ooooh and Uptown Girl by Billy Joel is a MeiAoi song

• My Girlfriend Is A Witch by October Country is so Aoimei and Sakuhiko core

• I Fall In Love Too Easily by Chet Baker makes me think of Nene

• I could make a whole separate post abt TBHK and Taylor Swift songs so I’m trying not to yap abt her too much but When Emma Falls In Love also reminds me of Nene. And The Archer is Hanako. And Mirrorball is Akane. And The Lucky One is Aoi. And-

• The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer is so Mitsukou but specifically the way I write them, you guys have to see the vision (Natsuteru as well)

• Miss You Much by Janet Jackson is lowkey AoiAoi core, ngl I just wanted an excuse to bring up Janet Jackson

• And Escapade by Janet Jackson is Aoinene so real so true

• I have seen ppl attribute Picture You by Chappell Roan to Meinene and I agree. I will add that Casual is Sakuhiko core from Natsuhiko’s pov

• Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide by David Bowie reminds me of Terukane, both as individual characters and as a ship

• I Know You by Faye Webster is like THE AoiAoi/Terukaneaoi song to me

• Paper Bag by Fiona Apple is Mitsuba to me, trust I will be writing a fic that uses a line from this song as the title (unless it’s already been done before…it’s a very popular song so like that’s possible…)

• Lonely Hearts Club by Marina makes me think of TeruAoi

• Animal Cannibal from Possibly in Michigan fits both Sumire and Mitsuba imo

• No Surprises by Radiohead makes me think of both Teru and Kou

• Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths also makes me think of Kou

• Our Last Summer by ABBA reminds me of the Severance arc in a very bittersweet way, specifically the ending

• Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac fits like so many ships. Hakusumi, Mitsukou, HanaNene…

• Killing Me Softly With His Song by Fugees and Ms. Lauryn Hill makes me think of Sumire/Hakusumi

• I Put A Spell On You by Nina Simone is very Sakura core to me

• Heart Of Glass by Blondie with Mitsuba hear me out hear me out

• Smooth Criminal by Micheal Jackson with Aoi and the amount of times she’s almost died lol

• The Boys Of Summer by Don Henley with Hanako and Kou, or Kou/Yokoo/Satou

• Moon River with HanaNene. Now cry.

• Romeo And Juliet by the Indigo Girls with Aoimei

• Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads with Tsukasa

• And circling back to the musical songs. A Lovely Night from La La Land with MeiAoi

• Fight For Me from Heathers with Mitsukou. Candy Store with Terukaneaoi. Seventeen with HanaNene. Meant To Be Yours with any ship tbh these guys are all insane. Lifeboat with Aoi. Much to think about

• Stars from Les Misérables with Teru. Let me repeat. STARS FROM LES MISÉRABLES WITH TERU. He is so Javert coded Javert my babygirl from my favorite piece of media of all time that literally shaped who I am as a person

• Right Where You Left Me by Taylor Swift with Sumire

• Also all of the Sweeney Todd musical gives me TBHK vibes with all the cannibalism, I could make a whole au

• Camisado by Panic! At the Disco with Teru

• No Good Deed from Wicked with Hakubo snapping after Sumire’s death…Hakubo my beloved

• Popular from Wicked with Aoinene, What Is This Feeling? with Terukane

• The Confrontation from Jekyll & Hyde with the Yugi twins

• Don’t Rain On My Parade from Funny Girl with Nene

• Suddenly Seymour from Little Shop Of Horrors with Aoinene, AoiAoi, Mitsukou, or HanaNene

• I like to imagine Unlikely Lovers from Falsettos with Aoinene and Terukane

• Two Wuv by Tally Hall with Teruaoinene

• American Beauty/American Psycho by Fall Out Boy with AoiAoi

Okay I’m cutting myself off because the music + hyperfixation brainrot will never end. I hope this was somewhat enjoyable to ya’ll lol ty for giving me the chance to yap abt this

[randomsillyfangirl]

Bad Idea - Pablo Gavi x Reader

Inspired by Ariana Grandes ' bad idea '

Also ari >>>>

Normally, i use the lyrics to write a mini story, or as the dialogue. Instead, in this one I'll be working off the vibe so I recommend listening to the song either before or while you read <3

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You and your friends decided to go out to a club. Pablo was abroad for a game and had been for awhile, but he was coming back next Monday. Your friends decided to take you to the club since all while Pablos been gone, you seemed different as you were missing him so much.

" girl it's Saturday night!! Go partying with us! " your best friend said, which made you agree. All your friends said that it'd be harmless fun, like it's always been between you girls.

You all were wearing matching red dresses, and you sent a picture to Pablo and to tell him that you were going out.

Later at the club you and your friends were dancing. When you got tired, you went over to the bar and ordered (your favorite drink). A man walked up to you and started talking to you, not flirting- yet.

The two of you continued talking, until he tried to touch your knee. You immediately moved your leg away and gave him a ' what the fuck!? ' look. One of your friends saw and went up to throw guy, flirting with him and dragging him away from you. But you got up and left to the girls bathroom, calling Pablo.

Meanwhile, with Gavi. Last night, Barça was given the news that they could all leave early. But since they were really far away from Spain, the flight would only let Pablo get home while you were at the club. He wanted to shower, get ready and meet you at the club. He even texted your best friend asking what club you'd be at. When he was home, he saw her second text which said. " not to stress you out, but a guy touched y/ns knee. She moved away and looked really uncomfortable and (friends name) dragged him away. Just wanted to lyk "

Just as Pablo was about to text you, you called him. He picked up immediately, but you were sobbing slightly, out of guilt of what happened. Before you could speak, Pablo did for you. " (your besties name) told me what happened. I'm not mad at you, I swear baby. I'm coming over." you were shocked as you processed his words, " but you're- " you started to question but you were interrupt by Pablo chucking. " I got to fly in early. I was gunna surprise you, but i didn't get a surprise I like with that guy.." he said the last part angry.

" just come get me? Then we can cuddle all night." you said smiling, which seemed to relax him. " I'll be there in five minutes, and I'm staying on call- no matter what you say." he insisted and you laughed, leaving the girls bathroom.

You explained to your friends that you'd be leaving early and they understood, " stay safe girl!! " they yelled, drunk, lovingly while hugging you. And Pablo laughing on the phone could be heard. Very soon he came up to you and you jumped into his arms for a hug.

" now, where's this hijo de puta? " Pablo said angrily. You didn't wanna tell him, telling him to forget it until one of your friends pointed at the guy. Pablo without hesitation, walked up to the guy. " Pablo Gavi? I'm such a fan!! " he said happily. Pablo gave him a glare, " and of my girlfriend I see.. " . " what? Her? U don't even know her!" he said, Pablo wasn't buying it. But you? You were filled with rage now.

You gave the guy a good slap in the face. " stop lying! You hijo de puta!! " Pablo, all your friends, the guy and other people looked at the scene shocked. As security was called, Pablo grabbed your hand and the two of you ran to the doors.

In the car, it was comfortable silence. You two were holding hands. " I guess me going was a bad idea." you sighed. Pablo shook his head, " seeing you mad is sexy. And honestly, I'm glad you hit him. I would've done worse.." he said and you smiled kissing his forehead.

" te amo" you both said in sync, both happy that you're reunited and you two already knew that you would be together for as long as possible.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt 2 - Number Fwiends

In which Eloise gets a little upset that her mommy is spending time with Spencer

Warnings: kissing, fluff, Eloise being mean to Spence, him getting a little sad, then being super cute

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Eloise had been pouting for the past 20 minutes. She sat at the kitchen table by herself staring at Spencer and her mom on the couch.

20 minutes earlier, she had asked her mother to watch The Number Friends on TV.

“Eloisey, Spencer and I are watching a movie right now. Can you wait please?” Y/N asked. Spencer sat up a bit.

“No, it’s okay. We can finish the movie later right?” He asked his girlfriend who tilted her head.

The mother squinted at him. “No. She needs to work on being patient. She can’t always get what she wants.” She nodded. “You can play with your tablet while you wait, Eloise. Give us about an hour and ten minutes.”

Eloise frowned and picked her tablet up off the floor and stormed into the dining room.

About an hour later, Spencer nervously glanced between Eloise and her mother. The little girl was quite literally glaring at him while Y/N was completely invested in the movie they were watching. “Um, Y/N. Eloise looks like she wants to murder me.” He whispered.

Y/N, too engrossed in the movie to care, put her fingers to his lips. “Shhh they’re about to kiss.” She whispered. Spencer’s chuckled and she removed her hand from his face and squealed as the two characters on screen kissed.

“Mommy!” Eloise shouted from the dining room. “Mommy?”

Y/N bit her lip and glanced at Eloise. “Yes, baby?”

“Please, mommy! Wanna watch number fwiends wif you!” She cried. Spencer’s eyes softened when he saw the tears in her eyes and the red on her cheeks.

“Y/N maybe we really should just pause the movie and watch her show.” He said.

Y/N sighed and looked between the two. “Eloise, I said you have to wait. There’s only… two minutes left and then you can come watch number friends, okay?”

Eloise seemed to calm down and Y/N sat back on the couch.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Minutes later, the movie ended. Y/N and Spencer got up from the couch and walked into the dining room. “Okay Eloisey, it’s your turn to watch the TV.” She said, scooping her out of the chair she stood in.

“What’s your favorite number, Eloise?” Spencer asked with a smile. The girl frowned at the man.

“No your buthiness.” She stuck her tongue out. Y/N swatted her heavily padded butt.

“Eloise, be nice.” She warned. Spencer shook his head.

“I-it’s okay.” He said, walking into the living room next to his girlfriend.

Eloise furrowed her little eyebrows. “You can no watch! No watch number fwiends wif us!” She cried.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “Eloise, what are you talking about? Of course he’s gonna watch Number friends with us.”

“No! No! No! No!” She began to cry again and Y/N glanced at Spencer who looked quite sad before picking her up again and carrying the girl to her room.

Spencer sighed and looked down at his feet. He heard Y/N singing to her and smiled faintly.

“Eloisey, you’re so cheesy. You’re my wittle itty bitty baby girl. And I love you, forever, always. Eloisey cheesy wittle baby girl.”

The song continued for about a minute and a half before it was quiet. Y/N came walking out of the room still talking to her. “When you want to come out you can, baby okay?” She called.

“Otay.” Eloise answered quietly. “I jus play with my kitchen, otay?”

“Okay, baby girl.” She smiled, cracking the door. She looked at Spencer who still seemed sad. “Spence I’m sorry about that. I think she’s just sleepy.” She nodded, sitting next to him on the couch.

“I think— i think she might be a little jealous.” He told her. “I mean she specifically asked to watch Number Friends with you and when I just— invited myself along, she got upset. Maybe she thinks I’m trying to take you from her.” He explained.

Y/N bit her lip. “Spence, I-“ She stopped herself to take a breath. “I really hope you don’t think she doesn’t like you.”

He shrugged. “Why would she when I’ve been hogging her mom. I feel really bad, Y/N.”

Y/N placed her hands on his cheeks. “Don’t feel bad, Spencer. She’s never, and I mean never had to share me before.” She shook her head. “I think with some time and some explanation, she’ll get used to it. Also, letting her build relationships with other people will crack open that tough shell of hers.”

Spencer nodded. “A-and i know I’m not her father so I’m sorry if I was over stepping when I was trying to tell you that we should watch—“

“No, I get it.” Y/N nodded. “I just don’t want my kid to grow up like a spoiled brat because lord knows I can’t handle it.” She shook her head. “But, thank you for trying to make her feel better.”

She kissed him and Eloise’s door creaked open slowly. She waddled forward with a plastic plate with a piece of bread on it and a bowl of water.

“Do you wanna pway food with me?” She asked, standing in front of Spencer and holding her arms out.

He swore his bear melted then and there. “Of course I’ll play food with you, Eloisey.” He smiled taking the plate and bowl from her tiny hands.

“Good.” She nodded. “Now pay up, I don’t work for fwee.” She said shaking her head and holding her hand out.

Y/N burst out laughing and fell back on the couch as Spencer tried not to spill all of the water all over himself.

———————-

Here’s part two!

The first part will stay in the one- shot section because it’s part of my feb. requests but I will also link it and these parts in the series section :)))

Thanks for all the love and if you have an idea for a part in this series, let me know and I’d be happy to write it

[kingofpizza]

How Nicky's Friends Out That He's a Fan of Austin Moon: a Hello Neighbor: WTRB fanfic.

(It was a nice summer day outside at the house of Nicky Roth. Nicky was playing his blue electric guitar and his friends, Trinity, Maritza, and Enzo were watching him while looking for some songs in Trinity's songbook to record a music video to jumpstart Nicky's career as a popstar.)

Trinity: Alright, let's look at these songs I wrote.

(She flips through various pages, but can't seem to find one that fits Nicky perfectly.)

Maritza: Jeez, how do songwriters handle this? It's more tougher than our last math exam.

Enzo: Maybe there's a song that Nicky might like that's not from the book.

(Meanwhile, Nicky finishes up his guitar-playing, and prepares to set it aside, but he accidentally steps on one of his old Lightning McQueen diecast toys and crashes into his closet, knocking over some spare instruments.)

Nicky: Ugh, stupid diecast! I thought I kept that away in my Easter basket!

(Nicky sees that one of his most prized possessions, which is an Austin Moon album, autographed by the real Ross Lynch is exposed, and he tries to hide it, but Trinity ends up seeing it.)

Trinity: Nicky, what is that? An album of Austin Moon?

(Nicky sheepishly smiles and reveals the album.)

Nicky: Maybe...

(Enzo and Maritza end up seeing the autograph on the album and their jaw drop.)

Enzo: Wow... that's Ross Lynch's autograph!

Maritza: The same person who was in Teen Beach Movie and Austin & Ally?! No way, that's insane!

(An idea suddenly sparks in Trinity's head and she starts looking through the album, finding a song called Double Take.)

Trinity: Hey, Nicky, how come you never told us about this?

Nicky: Because people go crazy over the album. I figured that hiding it would prevent them from taking it away.

(Trinity decides to let Nicky know about the surprise they've been planning.)

Trinity: Nicky, we know that you wanna be a popstar, and today's the day to jumpstart your career by recording a music video.

Nicky: Wait, what?! We're gonna jumpstart my career! This is my favorite day so far in 2024!

(Nicky hugs Trinity tightly and kisses her cheek, causing her to blush slightly while Nicky starts to get himself ready for the video.)

(Meanwhile, Enzo sets up the camera and tripod while Maritza prepares to use the special effects to make it look like there's five Nickys singing into a mic, playing a red electric guitar, a keyboard, the drums, and a blue bass guitar.)

(The camera starts and Nicky starts to sing.)

Nicky: Flip a switch, turn on the lightning, get it right, show 'em how it's done. Free it up, no matter how you dress that song, girl, you know, you got a number one. Go with it, you got 'em where you want 'em, drop the beat, they need to hear your sound, play it up, it's coming down to you right now!

(The camera reveals all 4 clones of Nicky playing the instruments, while the real Nicky sings into a microphone.)

Nicky: They wanna know, know, know your name, name, name! They want the girl, girl, girl with game, game, game! And when they look, look, look your way, way, way, you gotta make, make, make 'em do a double take!

(The video starts to go viral and reaches 5,000,000,000 views on YouTube and it makes Nicky become an overnight, internet sensation.)

(The video starts to end as Nicky reaches the final lyrics.)

Nicky: You gotta make, make, make 'em do a double take!

(The 4 clones disappear while the real Nicky sits at his chair.)

Nicky: What up?

(The video ends while Nicky and his friends celebrate the success of the video.)

[farfromstrange]

Helloooo, 💕💕💕💕

I had an idea for a fratt and reader fluff piece. They are stuck in the car on a road trip, Frank is driving (because is his truck), Matt is in the copilot seat and Reader is in the middle seat in the back.

She falls asleep and Matt asks Frank to stop the car. Frank asks him "Why?" and Matt says "Because I want to cuddle with her".

When Matt is in the back, Frank asks him "Ever wonder why she always falls asleep in the car?"

That's it, I leave the rest up to you 😘😘😘

Also I wanted to thank you again for doing my request about the teddy bear, it was the cutest like these two gentlemen 😍😍😍😍

I am so sorry for the wait, darling! I had a lot going on. I've honestly never written for Fratt or Frank before in my life, so this is my first. I tried my best, and I hope I did your request justice <3 I’m so happy the teddy bear request was to your liking, so I hope that it’s the same with this one. Sending you all the hugs and kisses, especially for these gifs!!

Ours | Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x Reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: You fall asleep in the car and the boys wonder why that always happens.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

A/n: I have no idea if this is good enough or not, but...I tried? Let me know if you liked it and maybe I'll write more for Frank in the future. I don't know. Also, I have decided not to tag for this because I'm not sure how everyone on my tag list stands with Frank. Since this is a poly ship and not everyone is into that :) Just so you know that I didn’t forget you, I just know not everyone ships Fratt. This is the first fic in that direction I’ve ever written, and I’m a bit shy, but oh well…

The purr of the engine resonates through the cab of Frank's weathered truck as it speeds down the open highway, the asphalt stretching out before them like an endless ribbon. The moon stands high in the sky, the clock showing an even number of 4:00 am. The car is dark except for the light of the controls and the headlights reflecting off the puddles in the road.

At first, the radio had been playing a random 80s rock tune, but as soon as Matt slipped into the driver’s seat, he sneered at Frank, “Turn that off.”

In response, Frank turned up the volume even more. You told him before that it’s your favorite song, and you wanted to hear it.

“Fuck that!” he’d said. “Our girl wants to hear this. You wanna say no to our girl, Red?”

You smiled so innocently from the backseat, Matt could only sigh and cup his ears to try and keep the volume out. With his heightened senses, something as easy as that won’t even remotely work, but he tried.

Frank laughed out loud. “Told ya!” And then he sang along with you to whatever song came after that one, and Matt had to suffer through it.

The first ten minutes of this drive were torture, to say the least.

Matt accepted it for a while, but eventually decided he had enough and turned the radio off entirely, leaving the car in an eerie silence.

Now, you’re driving without music.

The gentle hum of the tires beneath you eventually lulls you into a peaceful daze. One second, you are lecturing Frank on why opening the car door and throwing Matt out of it while he was driving eighty miles per hour wasn’t such a good idea, the next you slowly start dozing off.

It doesn’t take long before the rhythmic vibrations of the car have you drifting off into a quiet slumber. The soft sounds of Matt and Frank's conversation turn into a distant murmur as your head nestles against the backrest. The gentle sway of the vehicle matches the cadence of your breaths, and soon you are lost in dreams.

Frank lifts his eyes off the road for a moment, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You don’t talk much, but every time the three of you come from a mission, the adrenaline runs high in your bloodstream and you become chatty. Ever since you went quiet, Frank has wondered whether or not you’ve fallen asleep, and he gets his proof when he looks at your sleeping form in the back.

Matt notices him shifting and he tilts his head slightly in your direction. The gentle rhythm of your heartbeat resonates in his ear, your breathing even, and your shirt brushes against your chest ever so slightly whenever it lifts to let some more oxygen into your lungs.

“She’s asleep,” he states.

“Yeah,” says Frank. He reaches back and cups your knee. You don’t move. “Dead fucking asleep, I’d say.”

Matt only shoots him a glare, his unfocused eyes landing on the point closest to where his voice is coming from. “Would you mind keeping both your hands on the steering wheel?”

Rolling his eyes, Frank straightens up. He wants to say something smart, but Matt has said more annoying things in the past. And when he looks at him, he can’t be mad because he looks so soft in the moonlight. It hits his dark curls just right, meeting the brown of his eyes and turning them slightly green, maybe even a little golden.

Matt Murdock is golden, Frank does not doubt that. More golden than you? No, but he is golden nonetheless. A golden retriever, you once called him, and you were onto something then.

Frank doesn’t like a lot of people, and while Matt can annoy the shit out of him, there’s something too good about him that makes it impossible for him to hate the man that’s sitting next to him, his red suit hugging his curves just right, the gloves that usually hug his thick fingers placed in his lap as he fidgets.

He’s aware that the relationship between you three is unconventional, but he couldn’t care less.

Matt frowns. “What?” he asks him.

Frank blinks. “Nothing.”

“Do I have something on my face?”

“Not yet,” he retorts.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I fucking said, Red. Exactly that.”

Once again, Matt only rolls his eyes. He leans back in his seat, head tilting even further to listen to you sleep. You sound so peaceful, your body slack with relaxation. You always sit in the middle so you can talk better to them, or hold his hand in the passenger seat. Whenever you’re alone with Frank, you are the passenger princess, but that changes as soon as Matt is involved. They sit in the front to protect you, that much is true, but Matt also gets sick easily in the back, so he always sits in the front. That doesn’t mean you don’t want to hold his hand every once in a while, so you recline in the backseat, always.

Matt reaches behind himself to cup your other thigh. You shift slightly, bucking into his touch as if seeking his comfort. Your heart skips a beat. With the moonlight hitting your face the same way it does him, Matt is sure you must look ethereal.

“She does,” Frank murmurs beside him.

He shoots him a confused glance, but Frank chuckles and adds, “You tend to think out loud when you’re turning into a needy mess. Ain’t my fault.”

A blush forms on Matt’s cheeks, and he instantly turns his head away. He forgets that Frank sees him better than anyone, probably. Not just in the literal sense but in a very deep, emotional way as well. They are so alike yet so different, and you only seem to tighten the bond they already shared from the beginning. With you, life is easier.

Matt slips his hand from your thigh back into his lap, and a mischievous smile spreads across his face. He leans over to Frank, his voice a low murmur. "Hey, could you do me a favor and pull over?" he asks, his hand already fidgeting with the seatbelt.

Frank's brows come together in confusion, so close they almost touch, and the slightest hint of frustration flickers in his eyes. "Why?" he asks back, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

Matt's smile remains. "Because I want to cuddle with her," he confesses.

Frank's lips twitch into a half-smile as he glances at Matt. “You're such a fucking softie, you know that? It’s disgusting.”

Matt shrugs. "Well, she's asleep, and I don't want her to wake up all stiff and uncomfortable."

With a huff, Frank slows down and finds a spot on the side of the road where he can pull over. “You’re lucky your tits make great pillows,” he says as he pulls into the small lot.

He opens his mouth to protest, but one look at his armor makes him shut up. Frank isn’t entirely wrong.

The truck rumbles to a stop on the shoulder of the road, and Matt swiftly unfastens his seatbelt and moves to the backseat. He methodically makes his way forward by using his bare hands to find the door handle and then climbs back into the familiar interior.

Frank watches him through the rearview mirror, admiring how gracefully he moves, all just so he won’t disturb you. “You good back there?” he asks.

Matt nods. “Yeah, I’m fine. You can drive.”

Carefully, he slides in next to you, grabbing the blanket from the seat next to you. You must have been so tired, you forgot to make yourself comfortable. He wraps it around your form, tucking you in. The truck starts moving again, but he won’t let Frank’s driving distract him from taking care of what’s his.

Matt wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side, and you snuggle against his chest. The steady beat of his heart creates a soothing melody that harmonizes with the gentle hum of the car's engine.

As Frank resumes driving, his eyes occasionally flickering to the rearview mirror, he can’t help but smile at the sight. He had seen many things in his life, but the simple tenderness of this moment was a reminder of the unexpected bond you have formed over the past few months, and it continues to fasten every single day. Whether it’s sharing a bed, sharing dinner, or taking down a bunch of gang members in an abandoned warehouse far away from your familiar Hell’s Kitchen, you always find a way to come out better together.

After a while, as the sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the road, Frank's curiosity gets the better of him. He glances over at Matt, who is running his fingers through the messy strands of your hair, and his voice is gruff but tinged with intrigue when he speaks. “Hey, Red,” Frank says, catching his attention. “Ever wonder why she always falls asleep in the car?”

Matt pouts. "I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Maybe it's the steady rhythm, the feeling of movement. Makes her feel safe like she's being taken care of."

Frank nods thoughtfully, his grip firm on the steering wheel. "Yeah, maybe."

“Or maybe it’s us. She has this thing…” Matt shifts you slightly, and you curl even closer to him in your sleep. He chuckles. “She has this thing where her heartbeat skips whenever one of us is near, and then it slows when one of us touches her.”

“Slow down?” Frank cuts him off, a smirk on his lips. “Man, you sure about that?”

Matt kicks him. “Oh, shut up, Frank!” he says. “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”

“C’mon, you can’t blame me. I may not have your super senses, but I know her body inside-out. I know that her heartbeat doesn’t slow down when we touch her.”

“You don’t really know her heartbeat then,” his voice is barely above a whisper. He lowers his lips to your forehead. Your heart jumps again as if you know what he’s doing. “Whenever we’re being affectionate with her–not in a sexual way, mind you–she calms down. She’s always so on edge, but when we’re together like this, when we’re talking and driving and everything is a little less heavy, that’s when she sleeps best. I can’t describe it, but it’s…it shows me that she feels safe with us. With you.”

In an instant, Frank shuts his mouth. Matt’s words make sense, but they still hit him hard. He has a hard time believing that anyone would feel safe in his presence, that anyone would love him, but whenever he looks at you, he knows he’s often just overthinking because you do.

You love him, you love Matt, and you love what the three of you have. You feel safe. You come to him when you’re sad, and he can come to you when he feels the same. You open up to him and Matt, no one else. You let your guard down for him. He never thought he would feel this way again, and it’s often overwhelming to even exist with all the pain he’s carrying, but he’s not alone anymore.

“Can’t say I blame her,” Matt adds.

Damn him, Frank thinks. He doesn’t even have to say what he’s thinking; Matt always knows. He hears his heartbeat, he hears his breathing change, and he feels something switch in the atmosphere, and he instantly knows something isn’t right. Frank thinks too much, even though it doesn’t seem that way, and Matt is very susceptible to people thinking too much. And he’s attentive.

Frank huffs, his fists clenching around the steering wheel. “Fifteen minutes, Red,” he says. “I’ll drop you off at your place. Both of you. I think she’ll be more than happy to stay with your annoying ass tonight.”

“We’re all staying at my place,” he sounds so calm back there.

“Can’t. I’m busy.”

“Yes, you can, and no, you’re not. You don’t have a life outside of me and her, and your guns. We both know that.”

Yes, he can. And no, he’s not busy.

Frank shakes his head, but he doesn’t say anything else. Matt continues to stroke your hair, his attention both on you and the man in the driver’s seat. A small smile plays on his lips. He’s home right here. With you, with Frank, even if it’s an open road–He’s home wherever you are because that’s where his heart is.

The journey continues through the night, the road unwinding beneath the truck's wheels. The moon remains their silent companion.

Even in your sleep, you seem to sense the harmony of the moment, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you nuzzle closer into Matt's chest.

Frank's eyes flicker to the rearview mirror once more, catching sight of your peaceful face. He can't deny that there is a certain comfort in seeing you this way, your guard down and your worries temporarily silenced by tranquility. It's a rare sight, one that fills him with a sense of contentment he didn't anticipate.

Matt's focus remains on you, his fingers lightly brushing against your hair. He marvels at the vulnerability you exhibit in your sleep.

He tilts his head slightly. "Does she look as peaceful as she sounds?" he asks softly.

Frank grunts in agreement. "Yeah, she does," he says.

Matt smiles. "Good." The miles slip away. The open road ahead holds a unique kind of therapy, and the world outside seems to fade into insignificance, leaving only the here and now.

Matt's fingers trace patterns on your arm as he speaks again, his voice low and steady. "You know, I think that when we're in the car, it's like a sanctuary for her," he says, adding to his previous answer. "The movement, the sounds, they offer a sense of security she rarely finds anywhere else. She said her life wasn't pretty before we came along, and we can argue that it still is far from pretty all we want, but she loves us. That counts for something, Frank."

Frank contemplates, his lips pursing. "Security?" he questions. Of course, he would pick the part he didn’t emphasize.

“Yeah.” Matt sighs, then he nods. “She feels safe with us. It's more than just the physical presence—it's the emotional support we provide. We're her safe haven,” he says.

Frank's eyes flicker to Matt's profile, his lips twitching into a shit-eating grin. “You've thought this through, huh?” He chuckles. “That’s a new one.”

Gone is the doubtful Frank, leaving behind the teasing asshole he likes to be. And Matt eats it up every single time.

He rolls his eyes, something he should get paid for at this point, but the hint of a smile plays at the corners of his lips. "I've had a lot of time to think," says Matt. "I always think, especially about her. And you."

A small chuckle escapes Frank's throat, the sound almost incredulous. He's trying to play off the blush that is threatening to break out. Whenever Matt is being sweet, he does it with such precision, Frank wants to break out into hives. But in a good way.

“I'll be damned, Red,” he says, his voice edging on a mock. “Who knew you could be such a fucking philosopher and shit-eating romantic at the same time?”

Matt's lips turn into a full-fledged grin. "Well, we all have our talents," he says.

"Yeah, I guess we do," Frank agrees, his voice softer than usual, even bordering on a whisper.

As the road stretches ahead, the miles disappearing beneath the truck's wheels, Matt's fingers continue their gentle dance along your skin. His touch is a silent promise that he's always going to be there for you, no matter what, and the sense of safety makes you melt. His touch holds a magic power, and you're too weak to fight it.

Frank's eyes flicker to the road again. He's not one to openly express emotions, but he knows that this connection—the one forged between you, Matt, and himself—is something he wouldn't trade for anything in the world. He finally has a reason to live again, and he'd be damned to let it go. To let you go.

"You think she knows?" His question hangs in the air. He doesn't even have to say what he means for Matt to understand.

Matt's expression softens as he takes in the sight of your peaceful form. "I think she feels it," he answers. "She knows she's cared for. She’s knows we’re here for her. That we love her. Both of us."

It's a simple truth that Frank has come to realize over time—that you've found a home within their unconventional dynamic, and that the sanctuary of the car is just one representation of the security they offer you. You spend most of your time there, anyway.

And so, the miles roll on. With the open road stretching before you, and the soft embrace of sleep enveloping you, you continue your trek, each moment etching your story deeper into the tapestry of your lives.

[beeandheroddobsessions]

Higher

Pairing: Elvis x f!reader

Summary: The reader makes a mistake and has to make up for it

Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Drug use (just marry jane fr). Reader is an ASS with her whole chest. Mmm hurt/comfort.

A/N: Now how does a 2k word one-shot get lost in the sauce? i dont know either but that’s why i hand write everything. i would’ve cried if it was gone forever because this is by far, my favorite piece. Of course, the song doesn’t need to be played, buuut you definitley should listen to it! Anywho, happy reading!- Bee 💕

This was stupid. You and Elvis were supposed to be enjoying dinner together, but every little thing bothered you. The wait time, the room's temperature, the space's volume. All of it. One flirtatious remark from a waitress toward your husband was what really set you off.

Realistically, you would never fly off the handle with Elvis. He meant everything and more. Never, on any other day, would you disrespect him to such a degree.

Both of you had been run ragged. With the stress of release dates, concerts, fans, and both of your (shitty) managers, You and Elvis were at your wit's end.

You knew Elvis wouldn't look twice at a girl like that. In your eyes, though, the kind smile and short 'thank you' may as well have been him getting down on one knee and begging for her hand in marriage.

Elvis didn't see your outburst coming. Usually, he could read you like a book, but he was distracted, busy sorting through dates and show times. Honest to god, he hadn't even registered that girl's hand grazing his shoulder.

It was so sudden Elvis had to blink to make sure he hadn't missed anything. Your hand came down on the tabletop so hard the poor man practically jumped out of his skin.

"You can't keep from flirtin' for one goddamn night, Elvis? Every time I look, you're chattin' up some new, two-bit whore."

You know that wasn't true; Elvis was friendly, sure, but he was hopelessly devoted to you. His jaw hung open, eyes widened with an expression reading, 'are you fucking serious?'. He was almost too stunned to speak, almost. Elvis clears his throat, knuckles going white as he clenches his fork.

"Little girl, I know full well-"

You huff and open your mouth, prepared to continue your tirade. But before you can, Elvis holds up a finger.

"Don't you sit up here n' disrespect me. Ya ain't gon talk to me like you've lost your mind," he asserts.

You see red. He didn't deny it and practically told you to shut up. Or at least those were the dots you connected. Any chance at a rational step forward has flown out of the window. You can feel yourself getting warm as anger pumps through your veins.

"Don't talk like I—What the fuck is wrong with you? Ya prance around with whoever in my damn face, but I'm the one who belongs in the loony bin?"

You're digging a deeper hole than you care to realize. Again, Elvis tries to get you under control.

"Y/n. I'm warnin' ya." He seethes.

Boy, does that get you hot.

"What? Don't wanna admit it? Don't want everyone to know how often you forget about your wife, chasin' skirts? Shoulda stayed in fuckin' Memphis."

You mumbled that last part, but Elvis still caught it. He'd had enough. The fork clatters onto the plate, and he clasps his hands together. His face is stern, but those beautiful blue eyes were glasses over. You had gone too far.

"S'That what ya want?" He muses. You're quiet now. It sinks in; how ridiculous you had been. Elvis lifts his brows, waiting for an answer. When the silence looms over the both of you, he rises to his feet, taking that as his answer.

"Fine then, call Lamar. Wouldn't want ya stuck with me any longer than ya have to be, since your jus' dyin' to get away." He griped.

Before leaving, Elvis tosses some money on the table to cover both meals. Then, he spins on his feet and storms out of the restaurant. You were left to sit in your shame with stares come from each direction. What did you just do? Tears burn in your eyes as you scramble to collect your things.

You fly out the door, scanning the lot for any sign of Elvis. He left. Left you stranded. What else was he to do, though? You sigh and go back inside, head hung low, shame surrounding you. Safe to say, you felt like an idiot calling Lamar in front of everyone.

The ride home was depressing. Elvis wasn't there to tickle your sides and tell you bad jokes. No one to kiss you and tell you they love you. It was just you and your thoughts.

When you arrive at the hotel, you're scared to walk through the doors. Would Elvis yell? Send you packing? Put you out? God, you had no clue. You fidget with yourself the whole way up to the room's floor. Standing before the door, you contemplate booking a different suite altogether.

Elvis is your husband; he wouldn't want that. Right? Pushing the nerves down, you unlock the door and step in.

He isn't in the front room, so he must be in the back. You take a deep breath and head that way. You find Elvis sitting on the bed, facing away from the entrance. You lean against the frame and keep your sights trained on his back.

"...Hey," you try, voice soft as ever—a clear contrast to your earlier performance. Elvis doesn't even look your way, preferring to focus on his feet.

"Thought you'd be on your way to Memphis by now." He croaked.

Your heart sinks; you truly did hurt his feelings.

"Elvie—no, I was just-"

A disheartened chuckle cuts your explanation short,

"I know, you were just so angry that ya got stuck with me. Don't need ya to tell me twice, y/n."

You shake your head, feeling a lump forming in your throat.

"El, please. I didn't—didn't mean-"

"So then what is it, y/n? Huh? I ain't never stepped out on you, and ya know it. So why the theatrics? Why talk to me like that?" Elvis booms, voice breaking as he searches desperately for an answer.

You're taken aback by the volume of his voice; how ironic. Your silence again serves as his answer. He takes a sharp breath and throws his hands up.

"Yknow what? I don't even wanna know. M'goin' to bed. Got a lotta shit to do in the mornin'."

You whimper as he buries himself under the covers. There isn't a sadder sight than watching your husband cry silently. You feel like the shittiest wife on the planet. Not bothering to change, you climb in next to him, wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I really am sorry, El. I didn't mean anythin' I said." You whisper, placing a kiss on the shell of his ear. Elvis hums, pushing you off and sliding away as far as he can.

"M'sure you didn't, y/n."

Defeated, you turn over, crying yourself to sleep just the same as him.

For the next two weeks, Elvis is cold toward you. Drowning himself in his work, barely speaking to you, only kissing you goodnight. It was torture, but it wasn't for nothing. You said Elvis forgot about you? He could show you what that was really like. Said he was nothing but a flirt? He could show you that too.

For those two long weeks, Elvis flirted with every woman he encountered. He never cheated; Elvis wasn't a dog. But he intended to make it hurt, and that he did. He'd wave you off to finish a conversation it was with a girl, and act uninterested when you spoke, only to perk up whenever a young filly caught his attention.

You had learned your lesson and wanted Elvis to understand how sorry you were. No apology you crafted was good enough; none felt right. You'd write, scratch it, cry, rinse, and repeat. Drink after drink, and two joints later, you find yourself at the piano in the corner of the room. In your stupor, you decide to sing what you're feeling, hoping to find the words you'd been looking for.

You rest your fingers atop the ivories and begin a simple melody. You clear your throat and shakily start the song.

"This whisky got me feelin' pretty... so pardon if m'impolite..."

Your words are slurred, your focus is off, and your thoughts are jumbled, so it's no surprise the door opening goes unnoticed.

"...I jus' really need your ass with me—m'sorry bout the other night..."

Elvis creeps in slowly, careful not to let you know he's home.

"...And i know i could be more creative n' come up with poetic lines..."

Your husband leans against the wall, watching his inebriated wife pour her heart out as best she can. He fights the smile tugging at his lips as you continue.

"...But m'fucked up upstairs, and 'i love you' is the only thing that's in my mind..."

Tears prick in your eyes, and as you think about how you treated Elvis, they fall down your face. You carry on, though, not wanting to lose focus.

"...You take me higher...higher than I've ever been, babe. Just come over; let's pour a drink, babe..."

Elvis's chest hurts when he hears your plea. He wants so badly to still be upset, but he can't after seeing you like this. Elvis wants to hold you and wipe away your tears; your sonata isn't finished, though.

"...I hope I ain't callin' you too late, too late..."

You take a breath; the thought of Elvis leaving you is overwhelming

"...You light my fire; let's stay up late and smoke a J..."

The crack in your voice and the way you're virtually sobbing through every line hurts Elvis something terrible.

"...I wanna go back to the old way, but m'drunk instead with a full ashtray, with a little bit too much to say."

When the last line leaves your lips, Elvis rushes to your side.

"I want that too, little." He whispers.

A loud cry escapes your chest as you throw your arms around him. Elvis does the same, squeezing you tight.

"Oh, El," you hiccup, "M'so fuckin' sorry. I never meant to hurt ya. You know that right? Pleas tell me ya know I didn't-"

Elvis nods his head frantically, smiling through his tears as you babble

"I know you were stressed. Jus' hurt to hear that ya thought i didn't care nothin' bout ya. Hurt to hear ya say you wanna leave me."

You shake your head again, feeling like a fool.

"El I— I just said all that cause it hurt seein' that girl flirt with ya, and you didn't do anything about it. Thought you mighta liked her or somethin'."

Elvis laughs from his belly upon hearing this.

"Liked her? Honey, did ya see her hair?"

"Did I?" You giggle back, "It was a mess!"

Your husband nods in agreement, "Yeah, and she had on the tackiest earrings."

After two weeks of agony, you're finally on track, gossiping about people with Elvis like you were used to. His hands cup your face, and he looks directly into your eyes.

"You're the only one for me. No woman could beat your perfection, darlin'. You could stick me in a room with a hundred of 'em, and I'd find something wrong with 'em all cause they ain't you. I love you, y/n."

You nod your head in understanding, bringing your hand to his cheek. "I love you too, Elvie."

"Good." He gushed. Elvis admires you for a moment before he decides to wrap up the night

"Now, we've got to get some sleep. We're recordin'. that song first thing tomorrow. Oh, and ya ain't never to late baby. I'll never leave your side." Elvis promises.

You sniff and give him a kiss, sloppy but still a kiss. He helps you to bed, snaking his arms around your form. Elvis was your everything; you couldn't dream of letting him go.

"Missed this," you murmur.

"Me too. Goodnight, mama."

Taglist: @prayerstopresley

[jaymari-lyn]

I wanted to share some artists that I think really match up to my favorite Stranger Things ships

I did this a while ago, but looking back I definitely don't agree with a lot of the artists I chose, so I wanted to share my new pairings.

Byler- I think Conan Gray really encompasses the struggles of loving from afar and the pain that comes with queer, "unrequited" love. The entirety of his album, Found Heaven (which literally has an 80s synth pop vibe) screams byler, as well as other songs like Heather, Family Line, Summer Child, The Exit, The Cut That Always Bleeds, Fight Or Flight, Can We Be Friends?, Little League, Idle Town, and Crush Culture. I just think his music really represents Mike and Will's story-both the good and the bad.

Steddie- For them I have to say the Arctic Monkeys. I think they're music genre is a good mash up between Eddie's death metal and Steve's overall style (we're never really told what kind of music he likes, but I like to assume some sort of pop). I Wanna Be Yours, You Get Me So High, Do I Wanna Know, R U Mine, 505, and No. 1 Party Anthem all give me steddie vibes.

Ronance- girl in red is definitely so ronance. I wanna be your girlfriend, girls, You Stupid Bitch, hornylovesickmess, we fell in love in october, i'll die anyway., Too Much, and bad idea are great examples of songs that fit Nancy and Robin.

Lumax- I was having a hard time thinking of one for lumax, but Benson Boone honestly really fits them. He sings really passionate music, and I think one of the key parts of their dynamic is the fact that they'reboth very passionate, just in different ways. Max is fierce and fiery and Lucas is drawn to that flame, while also kindling it with his own loving personality and encouraging her, no matter what. I think Beautiful Things, Work Of Art, In the Stars, Cry, Ghost Town, and Slow it Down represent them well.

Elmax- Katy Perry gives me major elmax vibes, specifically One Of The Boys and Teenage Dream. They're both really fun, feminine, pop teen romance albums that feel like embodiments of El and Max during season 3. I Kissed A Girl, Teenage Dream, Part Of Me, Dark Horse, E.T, Firework, and The One That Got Away are the songs the remind me of them the most.

Rovickie- Chappell Roan is the first artist to come to mind when I think of Robin and Vickie. Good Luck, Babe! Literally feels like it was written from Robin POV, plus Casual, Picture You, Kaleidoscope, Red Wine Supernova, and Pink Pony Club are some other songs that I think fit the ship.

[deadmomjokes]

For anyone interested, following up on that preschool dance time incident, I have finally put together a playlist of my child's (current) favorite songs.

I have, over past few months of building this list and in the past few days of pruning it of old tracks she's not into anymore, asked her the name of each song, the artist, and what she thinks about it. These are her responses.

Time of your life by the band singer called Greeeeeeen Day SHHH NO DON'T TALK THAT'S MY SONG I WANNA HEAR IT!!! *sings along with shocking accuracy*

Middle by Jimmy in the World I think maybe it's about a roller coaster, and you have to be patient too. 'Cause see, it says "It just takes some time," so now you have to wait, and be patient.

PAIN by 'Magine Dragons I'm a freight train named PAIN! So this is my song. ^_^

Gimme that Fire OOOOOOEEEOOOO by.... um... i don't know this guy You know, you should not touch fire, it's HOT. Also, don't say gimme, you can say please, that's more polite.

Polaroid by 'Magine Dragons *too busy singing along to offer commentary*

Here Comes the Sun doo-doo-doo-doo by I don't know, that's a singer but probably I don't know their name I think that's about how it's okay, so don't worry. See? 'It's alright.' So it's alright!

It's the Hotdog Song! by It's Green Day too! This one is really called Polly Anna, but its picture is a hotdog on the music website on the computer, so it makes me think of hotdogs. I think this one is for being optimistic! *thumbs up* YEAH!

Record Player by Um.... It's the guys that sing it, and a girl sings it too What is a record player? Why did she dyed her hair green? 🤔 Oh, he says he's in the elevator, I like to go on elevators too. 😊

Be Careful by I don't know who sings that, I just like it because it says "be careful," and it's good to be careful. It's a dramatic song, so you have to do a dramatic dance. Like BALLET. *the most dramatic ballet dancing you've ever seen*

BONES by That's 'Magine Dragons, too. I think I like 'Magine Dragons a LOT. Magic isn't real, but this is a being determined song. *muscle arms*

I don't know what this one's called, but I think the band is Green Day, because it sounds like that. This one's got the big drums that are really loud, and that's why it's a rock song. I like rock songs, they're DETERMINED.

Am A Mess by A. J. R? He maybe needs a bath if he is messy... [see also] I like that funny whistle sound.

Astronaut in the Ocean (that's a rap song) by *shrug* That's really silly, because astronauts go to space, not the ocean. I think he needs a spaceship instead. Maybe he's lost and that's why he's in the ocean instead of space.

The Stick Song by Um... Mama? Who does sing this one? Stick is not a season-- the seasons are like winter and summer-- but it is a fun song. *proceeds to do a tappy kicky dance* [see also] You should probably not drink alcohol-- some people like to drink it, but it can make you real sick in your brain and your tummy-- so I think he needs juice instead. Maybe his friends will bring some for Christmas.

Shotgun by That guy also sings the other song we heard in the car, and he has a deep voice that is ~calm~ It must be hot where he's going, because he says 'hot sun' a lot. But what does "feelin like a someone" means...? 🤔

Daylight by The Guy Who Sings It It says 'running from the daylight,' but the daylight is just the sun, and you can't run away from the sun because it's all over, so maybe he just likes to stay inside until it is night. Yeah, that's what that means.

Paint the Town Red by Lady Rap Singer There is a part with a rap- a girl rap singer, because most rap singers are boys but she's a girl- and she says UGH like something is yucky. I like that part. But why does she say UGH?

SUNYOOF by ???? It is called SunROOF, but it sounds like he says sunYOOF, so I call it sunyoof. And we have a sunroof in our car, so I like this song in the car the most.

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift I don't know how the summer is crool, but that's just what it says. [see also] WHAT? Blue is not a shape! *thinks* My body is shaped like arms and legs, not blue....

Liddle Bit of Sunshine by One-Re-Public, that's also who sings the song Counting Stars Mama, when it says SUNSHINE you gotta open the sunroof because it says 'throwing up the shade for a little bit of sunshine," so you gotta let in the sunshine, okay?

Young by Miley Cyrus *also too busy singing along with shocking clarity to make comments*

Antee Heeeero by Taylor Swift I don't know why she says she's a monster on a hill, because she's just a girl.

The one with the deedle-ee-deedle-ee-dee-dee guitar thing by *still busy playing air banjo* I think this one is about being patient, because he says he's gonna wait, and that takes a LONG time. And it has a good harmonies, that's the part where it's like a duet, only lots of guys sing so it goes "ooooooo" together, and then the guitar thingy goes like *kicking and flailing* like that!

I think she's got a future in writing music reviews, js

[l6ndrys]

hii i saw your anika headcannons and you’re so right she would def be a swiftie. can you pls write a fic about reader and anika listening to her songs together and arguing over which album is the best😭😭😭 (im a folklore and speak now girly for life🤞🤞, hbu?)

a/n : OMG THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEA!! also i absolutely love speak now, reputation, and lover!! i grew up with her and her music so they hold a very special place in my heart :D hope you enjoy anon!!

i know places

anika kayoko x reader

"i know you did not just put reputation higher than folklore." your girlfriend, anika, says, sounding so incredibly disappointed in your choice. "oh come on ani, reputation was so iconic! i went to the tour, i should know"

you were both in the process of ranking your favorite taylor swift albums on her laptop that was connected to a projector, which was shining over the beige tapestry on the wall behind her bed. she rolls her eyes at you, "i mean you have a point, BUT folklore has invisible string! like come on y/n/n" she has a good point.

'call it what you want' was faintly playing over her bluetooth speaker. you looked at the rest of the options, contemplating on where to put them. you dragged speak now to the top, speaking before anika could voice her opinion, "i grew up with speak now, you can't say anything."

she opens her mouth, then closes it, realizing there was no way in fighting you over it and winning. you drag 1989 right underneath reputation, hearing a gasp from the girl, "i know, i know. i love 1989 too but i can't put two in one column"

eventually you were done with your rankings: speak now, repuation, 1989, lover, red tv, folklore, midnights, fearless tv, evermore, and debut being at the bottom. "red is criminally low, and debut being at the bottom? i should break up with you" anika joked, making you roll your eyes in response.

"yeah yeah, it's your turn. i'd like to see you choose between all of them." she cracks her knuckles, and starts ranking them, "it shouldn't be that hard."

it was not very long until you could tell she was struggling on where to put evermore and lover. "..okay maybe it is hard to choose." you snorted, "told you so."

she eventually finishes ranking them, clearly upset she had to choose between a bunch of her favorites. it went: 1989, folklore, red tv, midnights, evermore, reputation, fearless tv, lover, speak now, and.. debut.

you smirked, "i thought you said you wanted to break up with me for putting debut at the bott-"

"i don't wanna talk about it." she cuts you off, making you laugh.

[danganronpafan777]

Oooh~ can we see how about how the SDRA2 girls met and feel in love with their s/o. I'm really looking forward to Kanade', Emma's and Kokoro's.

This was written in a nondespair au, I’m sorry if you wanted hcs about in the killing game

On a separate note, this is my 50th imagine!!

TW: On Yoruko’s part, there is harassment and attempted SA, so under cut

Iroha Nijue:

Iroha loved conventions almost as much as she loved art itself. Of course, her family didn't approve of anything manga or anime related, but thankfully they should be busy with a new art exhibit, giving her the chance to sneak out and enjoy the con. 

To be safe, she hid her face in a cosplay, and gleefully visited each booth, her bag filled with merchandise after less than an hour. When she learned that one of her favorite animes was holding a preview for the upcoming season? Nothing could hold her back, not even the dread of having to sit through a near eternal line just to be able to see it. 

During the wait, she tried to make conversation with some of the people near her, but they mostly ignored her or told her to shut up. 

"Hey! I love your cosplay! Is it —— from ——?" 

With her art skills, she had been getting compliments about her cosplay from the moment she entered the con, but this voice made her blush a bit. She turned around and nodded to you, beginning to rant about her favorite characters from the anime. 

Unlike everyone else, you listened to her, adding some comments of your own. The two of you had so much in common! Eventually the two of you were singing the theme song together, jumping up and down in excitement. 

When someone told the both of you to shut up, you told the guy off, something she would never have the courage to do. The rest of the wait seemed to fly by, and the two of you continued talking, rambling, and laughing together. 

Iroha felt like she could completely be herself, even if she began to find herself giggling and blushing at almost everything you said. Just as the preview began to show, you turned to her one last time,

"Iroha, can you see? I just realized I might be blocking you. You wanna get in front of me to see better?"

That was the moment you won her heart. Someone that listened, cared, and never judged her hobbies, and actually took into account how she felt? You didn't even call her stupid when she tried to read a pamphlet upsidedown!

She decided you were a keeper, and unconsciously drew you in her sketchbook as she watched the preview. Despite the cheers of excitement, she now had something that made her even happier.

Iroha blushed when you complimented her sketch of you with a red face of your own. 

Arm in arm, the two of you enjoyed the rest of the convention together, forming a bond that Iroha would never forget

Yoruko Kabuya:

TW: Harassment, attempted SA

Yoruko released a relived sigh as her shift finally ended, and after helping Ms. Tomori close up the bar, she took her backpack and began to head home.

As she made her way to the subway station, she heard a slurred, drunken voice from behind her, 

"..Y-Yourrr...dat....pretty gurl..." 

Yoruko turned around, seeing one of the creeps she thought had left the bar hours ago. She tightened her grip on her bag and continued walking, but the man wouldn't be quiet, and kept trying to approach her. When he gripped her arm, she finally smacked him away and snapped,

"Leave me alone!"

"C’mon...dressing like that...You're just asking for it...."

"What did you just say!?"

In his drunken state, the man laughed again, reaching for her dress. Yoruko yelped, just as someone ran over to the two of them, and the man began to scream. 

Seeing the confrontation, you peppersprayed him, leading Yoruko down to the subway station. Feeling another stranger grab her, Yoruko prepared to hit you as well, but then you looked back at her with those familiar, kind eyes.

"...Y/n!?"

"Huh? How do you-...Kabuya? I almost didn't recognize you!" You stopped, the both of you catching your breath. It had been years since you had seen her last, and couldn't believe she would recognize you, nevermind knew your name. 

Yoruko was surprised to see you as well, but forget you? She wouldn't dream of it. In her eyes, you were the only good thing to happen to her during her middle school years. Every day that she was beaten and bullied, you stood up for her and patched her up, even before she did. 

When her friend slapped her in the face, you still defended her. When rumors spread about what a copycat she was, you still stayed by her side. 

...As a classmate and friend of course! 

Yeah, she definitely had a small crush on you back then, blushing her head off as you patched her wounds. You were completely oblivious, and still cheered her on, despite her job being illegal. She barely saw you after graduation, and here you were, saving her once again. 

"Y-Y/n... Thank you. It's nice to see you." 

"It's nice to see you as well, Yoruko! Where have you been?"

On the subway home, the two of you began to catch up. Once again, Yoruko found herself getting lost in your eyes, that tiny crush of hers revisiting after years. Only this time, it was much bigger.

She lost her chance with you in high school, hesitating to reach out, and foolishly letting you get away, but Yoruko won't make that mistake twice. The two of you exchanged numbers, and she invited you to have a drink at the bar she worked at,

"O-Or, well... We can just meet up at a restaurant somewhere...! It's your call...I'm fine with whatever."

"Are you asking me out?"

"Wh-What!? It-It's nothing like...! I...I don't know. I just want to see you again."

You gazed back at her with that familiar smile, "I'll pick you up at eight."

Sora:

Despite her sharp tongue, Sora was usually a quiet and cold kid in your class. She was smart enough to get grades better than yours, but she spent the majority of class staring out the window or talking to Yuki or Yoruko

A few of your classmates were put off by her bluntness and mostly stoic personality, but you found it endearing. After months of being classmates, you finally got the courage to talk to her more.

"Hi, Sora!"

"Hello, do you need something?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to talk for a bit."

"Okay?"

It was awkward at first, and Sora would tease you and chuckle a bit at your awkwardness, but the two of you still seemed to click. Sora admired how you always tried to look out for everyone, and you admired how she acted cold, but was still caring towards others.

Eventually, the class joked that the two of you were Yuki's adoptive parents, which made both of you blush a bit. As both of you spent more and more time together after school, Sora began to realize her own feelings towards you, as she felt butterflies every time she was able to make you laugh, or she felt herself get a near matching blush whenever you blushed at one of her teases. 

She figured out her feelings quickly, and fell for you fast. She is more logical than emotional, so she planned to wait a bit and see if you felt the same. 

Most people had assumed that the two of you were already together, but Sora was still making plans to confess to you. 

It took you a while to come to terms with your feelings for her, but were you going to act on them? Hell no, you had just succeeded in befriending Sora, there was no way you were going to ruin your friendship with her.

Sora was able to figure out your feelings as you became more distant. The way you’d blush and look away at her teases, and sometimes outright avoid her.

 If you wouldn’t take the initiative and ask her out, she’ll do it herself. 

After class had ended, she approached you,

“…Y/n. Why are you avoiding me?”

“Avoiding you? I promise I’m not, I’m just…”

“In love with me?”

You took a few steps back in shock, and even as you tried to deny it, her expression didn’t change. When you realized she wouldn’t buy whatever lies you were going to tell her, you became dismissive.

“…I just remembered I have plans right now and-“

You were taken by surprise when she grabbed your arm. Her grip was firm, yet gentle, and despite your embarrassment, you didn’t want to pull away.

“Y/n. I like you too…Will you go out with me?”

Her genuine smile and light blush blew away whatever words you planned to say next.

Setsuka Chiebukuro:

You kept your eyes and ears sharp as the so called 'Billiards Champion' landed another perfect hit. You could only groan as you lost yet another match...

You had entered this tournament mostly for the cash prize to pay school tuition rather than an actual enjoyment for the game, but that didn't make losing any better

After failing another hit that you couldn't take back, a part of you just wanted to pack up and leave. Why were you so bad at this? Why were you even here?

You didn't really consider yourself to be a sore loser, but you were worried that your anger could lead to something you might regret.

"Hey there. Y/n, right? You might wanna chalk up a bit more." Your competitor smiled, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. You already knew her, the famous Setsuka Chiebukuro. 

You expected to be a bit irritated, being brought out of your thoughts by the one who was constantly beating you, but a part of you felt...calmer. 

After a few deep breaths, you realized that you had in fact forgot to put chalk on the tip of your cue...how many turns have you played like that??

It was humiliating, and you only had yourself to be mad at. 

You heard the girl chuckle to herself, before you felt a hand ruffle your hair. 

"Don't be embarrassed, N/n. Mistakes happen."

Despite your initial annoyance, you found yourself smiling back at her from her comforting words. You closed an eye, preparing your next hit. 

Your hands slightly trembled and your cue became shaky. Why were you so nervous? Was it because she was watching you?

Your thoughts were interrupted yet again as you felt the gentle hand back on your shoulder. 

"It's alright, N/n. Keep your grip relaxed and the cue level.." 

How were you supposed to relax your grip when she was so close!?

Your face only became redder as she placed her head on your shoulder, her hands on top of yours, redirecting your cue.

You wanted to say something, but what could you say!? You could barely focus on the game anymore.

She pulled away, and you couldn't help but miss the warmth. You turned your head to look back at her, and she motioned forward, beckoning you to reattempt the hit. 

Clack!

Your eyes widened a bit as you managed to sink two billiards into a hole. You could only turn to look back at your new friend. 

"You're improving. I'm proud of ya, N/n!" She grinned, "Maybe next time you'll have a better shot at beating me."

"Thank you..." You told her. Her smile widened as she rubbed the back of her neck. Losing didn't feel too bad anymore...

Setsuka felt a small blush on her face. She didn't usually offer advice to people competing against her, but something about you felt different. She usually made fun of 'love at first sight' tropes, but she was definitely experiencing something different from her big sisterly feelings.

The two of you walked to the subway station together, chatting and feeling sparks fly. Despite exchanging numbers and making plans to meet up at another time, you still agreed to her request of a rematch.

When you parted ways, she winked, "Until next time, N/n~!"

"Yeah...next time."

...Maybe you enjoyed playing billiards after all. 

Kanade Otonokoji:

Originally, Kanade was... cautious of you

You were kind to Hibiki, and genuinely seemed to make her happy, which was enough for Kanade to want to kill you

You wouldn't be a first, but... 

Whenever Kanade makes eye contact with someone, she can instantly tell how much of a threat they would be to her, but when she looked at you... you were a mystery

It angered her at first, and she got closer to you through Hibiki, making preparations to eliminate you, while you had no idea how much danger you were in...

But for some reason, you seemed to take a liking to her. It wasn't like Hibiki's grade school friend that thought she was creepy, and despite her original thought that you were only getting close to her because she was your friend’s sister, you seemed to care about her as a person and stood up for her even against Hibiki

You attended almost every one of their concerts, supporting and holding up signs of both of them, and always greeting them afterwords

Usually, someone like you would fill her with an insatiable rage...but it made her almost feel... flattered. 

She kept you around for reasons she didn't even know herself. You didn't strike her as a threat, but you were by no means dumb. If she didn't eliminate you, it was only a matter of time before you would get suspicious, or help Hibiki's mental state. 

After months of delaying herself, she injected poison into a single cookie in a batch she would share with her sister. She would offer it to you, and you would happily accept, and the poison would take its course right in front of Hibiki. The plan was just as flawless as she was, but....

"That's so sweet of you! Thank you, Kanade!" 

Your smile. Full of innocence, kindness, and complete obliviousness to what was about to happen to you. It made her heart skip a beat, and she felt her hands tremble.

Hibiki scoffed, "Kanade! How'd you drop it!? Y/n was right in front of you!"

She wanted to tell her sister to shut up. She wanted to enjoy your adorable confusion in peace, couldn't she do just that!?

She found herself observing your expressions more, and just wanting her sister to be quiet. The way your eyes met hers felt mesmerizing, and she couldn't get enough

There were times Kanade felt frustrated with herself, thinking about how you were just a mere obstacle in her Hibiki puppet plan... which didn't seem so amazing anymore.

It wasn't until the three of you were watching a sad movie together, which had Hibiki wailing within the first hour. It was the first time Kanade didn't feel infatuated with her sister's despair, and as the movie continued, and your eyes welled up with tears... she wanted to comfort you. 

There were so many new feelings that Kanade never felt before. A part of her was angry, even a bit scared, but another... wanted to experience them with you. 

You weren't an obstacle anymore, you were her goal. 

Kokoro Mitsume:

(Inspired by an artwork by @leviadraws!)

You pressed the button of the coffee machine, your eyes drifting to your personal favorite customer

You could tell a lot about a person by the coffee they drank, but something told you that there was more to this girl then what met the eye

Everyday, she ordered a single cup of coffee, sat at the same seat at the corner of the shop, and typed away on her laptop 

She never ordered anything more than coffee, ignoring even the cafe's most famous treats in favor of the peace and quiet. Even so, you would still ask her if she wanted anything else, trying to engage her in some form of conversation, but she usually stayed quiet

Even if she talked very little, her smart words with their hidden ounces of kindness sweetened your day, but with all her work, she probably didn't know you existed

....No, she definitely knew how you felt.

As a psychologist, she could read your emotions like a book, and was quite surprised that you seemed to like her despite knowing very little about her

What confused her even more was how you never pushed her boundaries. She could tell that your mind was racing and flowing with conversation topics, and questions that you wanted to ask her, but the moment her eyes went to her work, you left her alone

Was it because you were shy? She didn't detect that kind of trait in you...

Were you just being respectful? Perhaps...but your actions still contradicted your emotions.

Over time, she realized that she was getting less work done, and narrowed the problem down to you

 Kokoro didn't feel much, and rarely experienced emotions herself, but still felt the effects that one would have after experiencing them... how odd.

One day, where you had prepared Kokoro's drink moments in advance, since she always came to the cafe at the same time on the dot, she didn't immediately take her seat...

"...Thank you, Y/n." She said, not even having to look at your name tag. She noticed that your face seemed to heat up slightly, and your blinking rate increased. 

"No problem... Would you like anything else?" 

To your surprise, she nodded, ordering another drink and walking back to her usual spot. You wondered if she was meeting someone, but took your mind off it. It wasn't your business after all. 

"Here's your drink, miss."

"...Kokoro Mitsume," She replied, "And keep the drink... It's for you."

You paused in confusion. The drink was your favorite, which Kokoro knew because, as much as she tried to deny it, her eyes wondered over to you quite a bit during her work, and she noticed your emotions brighten when you made your favorite drink, even if it wasn't for you. 

Seeing a smile grow on your face, along with a rosy blush, Kokoro felt a strange sense of warmth in her chest, followed by the emergence of a small smile on her own face. With a small breath of hesitation, she embraced the feeling, closing her laptop.

"Would you like to take a seat?"

Hibiki Otonokoji:

You were swaying as Hibiki Otonokoji's angelic voice swept across the audience, accompanied by her sister's alluring guitar. 

You had been a fan for nearly a year, you always tried to attend as many of their concerts as possible, even if you couldn't afford a good seat

Hibiki loved her job, and loved singing to her audience, even if she could only really see the first few rows, 

You weren't in the front nor the back of the stadium, you were in the middle, almost completely concealed by the stadium lights, but she still felt her eyes drift over to yours 

You could barely contain your excitement as your favorite singer made eye contact with you, and your grinning face as you cheered louder, jumping up and down gave Hibiki a strange feeling

After initially almost missing a note, catching her sister's attention, new motivation and excitement moved through her body as she found herself copying your enthusiasm, her voice more prominent

The lights grew brighter with more and more camera flashes as she concluded her best concert to date, but through the blinding lights in her face, her eyes still returned to you

For days, she couldn't get you out of her head, snapping at Kanade whenever she asked what was wrong

For nights, she laid awake, wondering if she would see you again... and regretting not talking to you more and more

Many of her coordinators, her agent, and her sister were confused on why she was so adamant on performing at that same venue, but she claimed she wanted to top her best concert

Kanade didn't buy it, but still agreed with her request, keeping a closer eye on her sister than ever before.

As Hibiki hoped, there you were. You were in a completely different seat, but her eyes were still drawn to you, instinctively sorting you out of the thousands of people in the stadium

She sang her heart out for you, keeping eye contact between the two of you longer and longer until your face was completely red. She grinned, but still felt her own face heat up...

The moment the concert ended, she still held the microphone,

"The person in seat C135! You get to meet me backstage!" She smiled with her hands on her hips. 

Ignoring VIPs, enthusiastic fans, and one confused Kanade, she stubbornly sat in her dressing room and waited for her staff to bring you to her.

When she lasted expected it, you burst into the room,

"H-Hibiki Otonokoji! It's really you!"

Whenever Hibiki told anyone the story of how you met, she would always claim that she gave you a charming smile and started flirting with you as you fell for her.

The truth? She was completely speechless. She's performs hundreds of concerts, but she lost her voice just from seeing you. After a few moments, she tried to introduce herself, even though you knew who she was, but then she demanded with a red face for you to tell her your name. 

Hibiki didn't even notice that you were blushing just as much as she was. You told her how much you loved some of her songs, and originally spoke of topics that she would talk about during any fan meet and greet... but this felt different. More... genuine. 

The two of you talked until the concert had long ended, until her agent demanded for her to talk with the VIPs and people who actually paid to meet her. She whined, before giving you her phone number, actually trusting a fan not to leak it, and waved you goodbye with a wide smile. 

Even as she talked to her other fans, her mind stayed on you. It would be a while before she'd admit to having a crush, but her blushing face would not diminish.

Emma Magorobi:

Makeup was something that you usually did in your free time, you never thought of making a career out of it, but here you were, doing the makeup of the actors in what's expected to be the biggest blockbuster of the year

It wasn't really the plot or characters that made everyone believe it was going to be the hit, but the star actress, Emma Magorobi 

You both exchanged few words and a simple handshake at first, making small talk now and then, but mostly keeping to yourselves

You were a huge fan of Emma, but didn't want to overwhelm or crowd her. Becoming your friend was a decision she deserved to make herself, not something you should force on her just because you're a fan.

That was what you always told yourself. Stick to your job, you were just coworkers. She probably didn't even know your name.

But she did. Your makeup skills rivaled her own, and it felt refreshing to be spoken to as a regular person instead of a celebrity

But there was something that made you even more different than everyone else, something that drew her attention most of all

Every time you did her makeup, you used a palette to brighten her Japanese features, not hide them away to make her fit the Hollywood mold

It scared her at first, looking in the mirror, and just for a moment seeing the scared little girl she once was, and all the racism she faced for her heritage...

But she also saw the beauty in it.

All thanks to you

You were definitely surprised when Emma Magorobi herself invited you to a cafe before work, but you happily agreed

Your first thought wasn't that you were just asked to spend time with a star, but a potential friend

Emma felt like she could be herself, and she didn't realize how much acting she incorporated into her daily life, as her graceful movements and even her accent became more relaxed

Emma had played dozens of roles where her character had fallen in love, but she never experienced it in real life, but as you giggled at one of her puns, 

She began to see what she had been missing