#olivia rodrigo songfic

[arkhamknightz]

LACY

pairing: dick grayson x reader (blurb)

summary: his new “girlfriend” is too perfect to hate

warnings: no actual plot really, jealous!reader, platonic damian x reader, shitty writing, built around lacy by olivia rodrigo

notes: i wasnt sure whether i should write this for jason or not but it fit dick so well… anywho this is more kinda focused on lacy and less about dick himself, as its how the songs written so! also this is short sorry i just needed to post something

No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t come up with a reason to hate her. Everything about her was angelic, it wasnt hard to see why Dick liked her so much.

You watched as Dick and Lacy walked into the charity gala that Bruce was hosting. She smiled brightly at you as your eyes met with hers, confidence radiating off of her as she walked over to you before greeting you and pulling you into a hug. You looked over her shoulder to see Dick walking towards the both of you, a grin plastered on his face.

“I didn’t think you were coming!” He smiled watching the both of you before wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her head as he looked at you. “Who’d you come with?” he tilts his head in question.

You laughed and shook your head. “Nobody, I actually came to keep Damian company, we both know how much he hates these things and I promised I would come the next time Bruce hosted so we could sneak out and grab some actual food.”

Dick smiled as you took a glance over your shoulder at Damian, who had a glare plastered on his face as he looked around the gala. You turned back to face them just in time to see Dick being dragged off by Lacy to one of the mini tables to grab some food, a bright shade of pink painted on both of their faces. Her perfume lingered in the air as they left you alone. They were staring at eachother, smiling and giggling as they spoke in whispers to each other.

You saw nothing but her the whole night. Everywhere you seemed to turn, her and Dick were huddled together quietly talking, her arm looped through his. It wasn’t long before you felt a small tap on your arm, Damian quietly spoke. “Are you just going to sit and stare at them the whole time? I would like to leave now.” You turned around to look at him and smiled before letting out a small laugh. “Alright buddy let’s go.”

You and Damian sat in your car, his hand tapping on the side of the passenger door. “Are you and Richard having… problems?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Damian spoke up. “I mean, you spent the whole time staring. I’d assume theres an issue between the both of you.”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong with me and Dick.” His face scrunched up. “You’re lying.” You turned into the parking lot of a fast food place. “It’s… complicated. It’s just, I can’t dislike her Damian. She’s so incredibly nice and she always compliments me when she sees me and she always makes sure to text every other day just to check in!” He shook his head. “I don’t see why you need a reason to dislike her. I personally dislike whoever I want.”

You let out a laugh, Damian trying to surpress a smile as you doubled over in your seat. “Oh god, I wish that’s how it worked buddy I really do. But she doesn’t deserve that you know? I can’t just hate her because she’s with Dick. I mean come on shes absolutely perfect for him…” He let out a quiet hum. “Well, I’m sure I could get Timothy to dig something up about her.”

You lightly shoved his shoulder laughing. “As much as I appreciate the effort, it won’t change anything. Let’s just grab our food and our ice cream and head back to the manor alright?”

Dick and Lacy walked into the manor, you and Damian were sat in the main living room, Alfred the Cat laid on your leg. “Oh hey!” Lacy smiled at both you and Damian, the boy shooting her a glare. “Mind if we join you guys?” Dick spoke up, his jacket draped over her shoulders. “Yes actually, I do mind.” Damian spoke up before reaching down to pet the cat.

You looked over at them, a small shrug of your shoulders before looking back at Damian and pressing play on the TV. You looked back at Dick as you watched him walk down the hall, Lacy’s hand intertwined with his. A small pit formed in your stomach, oh how you wish that could’ve been you.

Damian quietly spoke up. “I don’t see why you like Richard of all people, because he’s definitely not the smartest.” You furrowed your brows. “What’s that mean?” He let out a small chuckle. “His shirt was inside out the whole night.”

[lewkwoodnco]

Can I make you a request about Anthony Lockwood based on the song “So American” by Olivia Rodrigo🥺😭

so american! - Lockwood x Reader

when he laughs at all my jokes and he says I’m so american oh god it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much I’d go anywhere he goes when he says I’m so american oh god I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up i might just be in la la la la la la la la la love

a/n: this fic has been rattling around in my head for a couple of weeks now and I was soooo double minded abt writing it so THANK YOU for the ask!!!!!! might not have written it otherwise heheh also I’m sooo proud of how my gifs turned out it was so fun to colour them all guts themed 😍😍 I hope you enjoy!! <333 also im having issues w the keep reading button AGAIN so sorry :(((

warnings/tropes: lockwood and reader are already in an established relationship, fluffy fluff, veeerrry small sprinkling of angst but happy ending! domestic sweetness

word count: 3.3k!

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“Ready?”

Lockwood ducked into the car's passenger seat, grinning at the sight of her comically desperate expression. George and Lucy were fussing in the backseat, mainly because of Lucy’s seatbelt, or lack thereof, and they didn't seem to notice his arrival.

“Just wear the fucking seatbelt.”

"I'll be fine, George."

"She got her license at 16. 16! They just let anyone drive all willy-nilly up and down the roads in America."

Lucy gave him a look. He finally gave up and tugged at his own seatbelt sceptically, muttering darkly under his breath.

Lockwood & Co. was much more than a psychical investigation agency. Outside of their working hours, each member liked to work on some kind of passion project. After not having driven for over a year since she got her driving license in the States, she had decided to apply for one in London. Luckily, her employer had gallantly offered to provide her with the lessons she badly needed, having been the first of the three to earn his license. Well, employer and boyfriend. 

Her mother could hardly believe the news and, frankly, so could she. In a lot of ways, having an English boyfriend was vastly different from having an American one. First, there was a slight communication barrier, given how terrible she was with accents. Then there were the differing preferences - Lockwood seemed forever ready for a cuppa at any time of day, whereas the only kind of tea she really enjoyed was iced tea. Still, these differences left gaps for lingering gazes and silences that stretched on a little too much, and somewhere in between she slipped her hand into his, and the rest was history. 

Lockwood turned away to buckle his seatbelt.

"Okay, your seatbelt on?"

"Yes."

"Ready to go?"

"Hang on," came George's peeved voice from behind them, "you're not going to brief her first?" The two of them stared at each other blankly. 

"Uh, Y/N, do you remember how to drive?"

"Sure." It was one of those things you never forget, like riding a bicycle. Sure, it had been a while, but how hard could it truly be?

"Brilliant. Now-"

George pulled himself forward between the two front seats, straining against his seatbelt. “We don’t drive on the right side here. We drive on the left side of the road. Left. Left.”

She glanced at her rearview mirror which outlined the line of cars behind them parked on the left side of the street.

“No. You don’t say.”

Lockwood coughed, poorly concealing his laugh as he craned his neck towards the backseat windows. "Right, all clear. I think we can move of-"

"Parking brake."

"Er, right, what George said. Disable the parking brake first."

“I’ve never driven with a parking brake before.”

“So you push in this metal bit, like so,” said Lockwood, gently manoeuvring her fingers into the right grip, “and then pull it up a little, and then bring it all the way down.”

She tugged at it in frustration. “I -it’s not working.”

“Lockwood, did you tell her to step on the “

“Step-on-the-brake-while-doing-that-yes I was just about to say, George. I think I know how to teach someone how to drive. Unless you’d like to take over?”

"Oh, please. You couldn't pay me to sit in the front seat with that maniac driving."

She got her parking brake down, checked her mirrors, and they were off. For a minute there it was quite enjoyable, trundling through the mostly empty backstreets of London. Lockwood even tried to prop his feet on the dashboard before getting badly told off by George. He was forever propping his feet up at the slightest chance - at the Archives, at home, and now here. Maybe it was all part of some innate desire to be a wheelbarrow.

And so, things were going perfectly rosy, until she faced her first real challenge - oncoming traffic. As soon as the car heading towards them came into plain enough view, the four of them went into hysterics. The road was just narrow enough to make overtaking a little too tricky for her abilities at the moment.

“What do I do? WHY isn’t he slowing down?”

“Don’t panic, it’s alright. Stop a little to the side.”

She cursed, fumbling for the brake pedal her foot had carelessly slipped off of. Lockwood was nervously watching the car get closer and closer to them.

“Now would be a good time to stop, Y/N. Brake! BRAKE!”

They shot ahead sharply, swerving right sharply, narrowly missing the car passing them. Lucy swore loudly and George gripped the car grab handle above him as he started scolding no one in particular. 

"NOT THE BRAKE!”

Lockwood gripped the steering wheel over her hands, frantically trying to steer them to safety. With some difficulty, she shifted her foot back to the right pedal and slammed the brakes. There was a bit of a scuffle in the backseat, including George going off on Lucy in a very ‘I-told-you-so’ tone.

At the front of the car, Lockwood and she were still frozen, reeling from the past very exciting 30 seconds. Her eyes settled to where his hands were still resting on hers, tightly pinning her fingers to the steering wheel.

“Your hands are so warm.”

He peeled them off almost instantly, and she was sorry she brought it up in the first place. “Yeah, well, they’re panicking, just like the rest of me. What the bloody hell was that? I thought you said you knew how to drive!”

“I do know how to drive.” She bit back a smile at the sight of her 180 cm tall boyfriend trying to catch his breath with his hand dramatically splayed across his chest, muttering something about Americans handing out licenses to just about anyone.

The drive back to the rental car agency was much less eventful. After returning the car, they trudged back up the road to Portland Row. As they hung their coats up, she met his thoughtful gaze.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He drew in a breath and hesitated. “You look nice.”

“Is this some convoluted way of patting yourself on the back for your fashion choices?”

“So you agree? You think you look nice?”

She groaned. She should have known no good was going to come from showing Lockwood Mean Girls. Still, it was hard to stay mad for long at a face like that. "You’re such a nuisance. A…delightful one, arguably, but still a nuisance.”

"You find me delightful?"

"That's your takeaway?”

"Next thing I know you’ll be saying you fancy me.”

“I’m literally wearing your shirt right now.”

“Luce!” He turned and started down the hallway. “Y/N says I’m delightful!”

As usual, the four of them reconvened in the kitchen a little after lunch for a tea break. Well, the four of them minus Lockwood, who had been bullied into fixing a plumbing issue in the basement. They sipped their tea and chewed their biscuits in silence. She wished she could bring down a little for Lockwood.

“Maybe I should go see if he needs some help.”

“No!” George nearly upset his tea, which made Lucy choke on her biscuit. “ Don’t go down there. You’ll distract him, he won’t get shit done, and that’ll be one more week without hot water for me.”

So she sat back down sulkily, brooding over her tea, until another topic of conversation struck her.

“Speaking of Lockwood -“

“- no one’s mentioned Lockwood-“

“-did you guys see the socks he was wearing today?”

Lucy and George didn’t even try to muffle their groans.

“They were very nice socks! They had the most precious pattern of baby ducks against a darling blue backgr-“

She stopped short as Lucy reached across the table to grip her hand.

“Y/N, I say this with love, but if I have to hear one more word about Lockwood, or his stupid bloody socks, I am going to ram a fork into my eye.”

She blinked, confused, and scoffed. “Gosh, you guys are so overdramatic. I don’t talk about him that much.”

George and Lucy exchanged a look.

“Okay, so maybe I like my boyfriend and I enjoy talking about him. Is that really so bad?”

Lockwood rescued all of them from the siege of George’s response by walking in right then, holding a wrench and looking a little worse for wear, but appeared very pleased with himself.

“Fixed!”

“Finally.”

Lucy frowned at the clock above the stove. “Isn’t that client meeting at Tooting today?”

Lockwood’s smile slipped right off as he glanced at his watch and rushed out of the kitchen, muttering furiously. His simple black leather watch which complemented his wrist so perfectly-

“Y/N! Time to leave!”

Maybe George and Lucy had a point.

Once their client meeting had finished, she and Lockwood stood on the pavement outside the house, looking for cabs to flag down. It was a balmy evening, and a cloudless sky meant they could enjoy the warmth of the setting sun beating down on them. She squinted down the road while Lockwood pulled something out from his coat pocket.

“For a job well done this morning and at the meeting…” he revealed two pieces of tightly wrapped square candies sitting on his palm. “A little treat.”

She stared at the candy for a moment, thinking hard.

“Caramel! I just remembered.”

“…what?”

“That’s what we call it in the States. A caramel.”

“It’s made of caramel, sure-“

“Plural is caramels.”

He made a strangled sound from the back of his throat. “Changing an uncountable noun into a countable one? That’s just lazy.”

“Fine. What do you call it?”

“Toffee.” The vowels rolled off his tongue like silk in that English accent that had made it difficult to fully concentrate from day one. Standing next to him, watching him gently and methodically unfolding the golden wrapper, shining and glinting like a beacon of light…maybe this was all she needed to be happy.

“Taw-fee?”

He pulled a face at her exaggerated American drawl, and she leaned her head on his shoulder as he pried apart the stuck halves of the toffee. She watched him visibly relax as the first tangy notes hit his tongue, her own half close to melting in her palm under the brunt of the setting sun. He met her gaze and gave a faint smile, almost reflexively covering her hand with his own.

“God, you’re so American. So, which is it? Toffee or caramel?”

She bites into what's left of the soft treat she's scraped off her palm. It's warm and comforting and she instantly feels a little more happy. Maybe it's the candy, or maybe it's the boy whose side is pressed into hers. Love, she decides. It's love.

“How many cups of tea have you had today?”

As idyllic as the weekend had been, they were back to their usual busy routine which meant that their evening tea break was the first time they’d see each other since breakfast. She had just walked into the kitchen where Lockwood was seated at the kitchen table, pouring over a mess of papers with a cup of tea to the side. One of the first things she had learnt about Lockwood was his near-debilitating addiction to tea. Now, he silently took a sip from his mug and she gave an exaggerated sigh, settling into the opposite end of the table.

“You really drink too much caffeine.”

He quirked his lips into a lopsided half-smile -/ he peered at the papers she had spilled onto the table. “What’s all…” he gestured to her papers with his mug, “…that?”

“The Rotwell agents give me hell for my American accent when they’re on duty at DEPRAC.” She held up her list of words dolefully. “‘Least I can do is pronounce things right.”

He slid into the chair next to her, taking a look at the list. “Which one are you at?”

“Pri-vacy. Pri...vacy. Nope, can't do it.”

“Of course it sounds weird when you say it like that. Try using it in a sentence.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine. If I have to say ‘pri-vacy’ one more time, I’m running you through with my rapier."

Lockwood choked on his tea.

"...or, you know...'pry-vacy' sounds perfectly fine."

She gave him a brief smile. “Anyway, I’ve got to do a Satchell’s run now. Lucy says we’re out of flares. Don’t wait up for me.”

It took her a decent amount of time to collect all the supplies they were out of stock on, yet when she returned Lockwood was still sitting in that same chair, staring at the same papers with worn-out eyes, distractedly tugging at his hair. He barely looked up when she walked in, mystified.

“You’re still up?”

He rubbed his face firmly. “I can’t…I can’t figure this out.” She took a closer look at the papers. There were reports dating back two centuries on the house of one of their upcoming cases.

“The investigation is tomorrow and I have no idea what or where the Source could be.”

“Well…maybe George’s figured it out.”

“If he did, he’d be home by now.” He hunched over the papers once again, his head swaying dangerously close to the table, and she was instantly reminded of how exhausted Lockwood had looked that morning. As if he hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep. She started stacking some papers together.

“It’s getting late. We should head to bed.”

“But I’m not done yet.”

“You can continue in the morning, but right now, you need to rest.”

His features hardened like he was ready to start a fight, but it lasted all of half a second before they caved to exhaustion. He looked like a drenched cat left out in the rain, with his hair messed up and in disarray.

“George is still at the Archives. What kind of a boss would I be to go to bed now? What kind of a…friend?”

Lockwood leaned back in his chair, briefly pressing a hand to his eyes and then his forehead, his forearm trembling ever so slightly. In the dim light of the kitchen, he seemed more skeleton than Man with his malnourished pallor and the scar on his lip being carefully outlined by a shadow. She ran a hand through his hair, down his neck, all the way to his shoulder.

“Hey. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You’re human, too.”

He gave a deep sigh. “Fine. I’ll come in a while.”

“Promise?”

He gave a jerky nod. The tea in his mug had gone stone cold by then, and so she brewed him a fresh cup. He looked up, confused, as she placed it next to his papers.

“What about the caffeine?”

She bit the inside of her cheek and combed down the hair sticking up all haywire, as if she hadn’t heard him. “What about it?”

He smiled faintly and gave the hand on his shoulder a light squeeze, and returned to his work with his eyes humming with a little more energy.

Later that night, she dreamt that he was falling, and she was losing her mind trying to save him.

She should have known nothing was going to right in the job from the very beginning. None of them had been able to find much information on the house, and they were running late, so tempers were running very high. Even during the case itself, they were forced to split up and fumble through improvised plans. That was until she had stumbled onto Lockwood frozen at the basement door, looking down into the darkness in a strange way. 

Go back, he had said. I don’t know what any of us can expect in this place. So I’ll come with you, she had replied. Or let’s wait for George or Lucy. I can’t. Why not? It’s different. I don’t have the time to explain it. Different how?

You’re more important.

The look on his face was more foreign than the house itself.

Now they were home, back at Portland Row. Lucy and George had sensed something was off and retired to their rooms. Lockwood headed towards the kitchen, and she followed him. He hadn’t spoken a word since her face had blanched at the sight of him poised at the basement’s entrance. She tugged at the ends of her hair. She could feel an argument brewing and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Are you okay?”

Lockwood continued rummaging through the refrigerator for his routine drink of orange juice, taking his time to reply. “Don’t I look okay?”

“Yes. No.” He was terribly confusing. “Why did you say you weren’t important?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You said you were less important.”

He finally twisted the cap off the carton with his trembling fingers. The case had shaken all of them up, but for some reason, he was trying to hide it.

“Well…it’s not not true.”

“No it isn’t.”

“I’m a figurehead, Y/N. I represent the agency, that’s my name on the plaque out there, but that’s about it. You, Lucy, George…you’re the soul of the agency.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If…heaven forbid, something were to happen to one of us…”

Oh, he was so aggravating. She massaged her temples. She was going to punch him soon if she wasn’t careful.

“…the lot of you’d be better off without me than anyone else, and-“

"Oh god, shut up already!"

Lockwood abandoned the carton and straightened, and they glared at each other from opposite ends of the kitchen. “Or what? You'll shoot me?"

His expression softened only marginally when he saw how close she was to tears. She shook her head.

"If you pull another stunt like this...I might just have to marry you.”

“I’d have to marry you so that you can look down at your bloody hand and remember that there are people out there who would be nothing without you.”

“Y/-“

“Shame on you, Anthony J. Lockwood. Do you think George wouldn’t care about losing his best friend? Or Lucy? Or me? Hm?”

The tears had started to trickle down her face, and he walked towards her with a sympathetic expression, any and all rage long forgotten, and offered her his handkerchief. She could barely manage a weak glare before caving and accepting it, wiping away at her face. As soon as she was done, she wrapped her arms around him, and he enveloped her in a warm hug that smelled faintly of vanilla.

“That was a…a terrible thing to say, Anthony.”

“I know. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“Well, you’re doing a pretty shitty job then. I’m worried about you every day.”

She felt rather than saw his smile, though he could perfectly picture it in her mind - uneven and tipped to the right, but perfectly sincere.

"Also, I'm pretty sure that shooting remark counts as xenophobia."

"Yes, I'm hugging you very xenophobically now."

She buried her face into his chest and scrunched her nose hard. It was moments like these that only cemented her faith that she was never going to find somebody who made her feel the way Lockwood did. Seeing him standing outside the basement, she didn’t even need to think about what to do next. It had become incredibly instinctual - her readiness to take his hand and hurtle into the latest oblivion, blind as a bat. It didn’t get more simple than this: she just wanted to be wherever he was. 

It was him and her, and her and him - Portland Row’s cripplingly disaster couple, Mr A.J. Lockwood and Miss Americana.

TAGLIST: @dangelnleif @elenianag080 @snoopyluver20 @ell0ra-br3kk3r @avdiobliss @mitskiswift99 @ahead-fullofdreams @neewtmas @mischivana @houseoftwistedspirits

[adainesfroggieboggy]

one thing about me is that it takes one scene and i'm captaining a ship. the beginning of cm 1x20, Derek accuses Elle of having a boyfriend and she tries very hard to stop him before he tells JJ. and then when Spencer tattles, JJ’s little laugh as she says “Do you?” is so lesbian hiding a relationship

[slut4celebs]

Angel Baby

Olivia Rodrigo x Reader, Jenna Ortega x BestFriend!Reader

Word Count: 1,702 words

Trigger Warnings: a lot of fluff

Synopsis: A songfic based on Angel Baby by Troye Sivan in which Olivia and the Reader see each other after their decision to never date anyone ever again.

“I just think… Putting yourself out there wouldn’t be the worst idea.” Jenna said, glancing up at her best friend, who was currently examining her ice latte as if it were the worst thing to ever exist. Though, Jenna had come to realize (Y/n)’s face wasn’t towards the latte, but rather a way to pretend she wasn’t horrified by her suggestion. “(Y/n), come on. You’re amazing and talented. You deserve love. I have this friend… I would really like to introduce you to her. And, I heard you call her pretty before when we were flipping through a magazine.”

(Y/n) chose to refrain from rolling her eyes. “Another girl in the industry… great.” (Y/n) said sarcastically, wincing a bit when the disappointed frown that graced Jenna’s face appeared. She hated when Jenna pulled out the frown, an involuntary expression that only showed around people who knew her well enough to notice it. “Look, I just don’t think dating is good for me. All it ever led to was me locking myself in my apartment, missing three auditions that would’ve been amazing and totally mine if I would have attended, and me almost drowning in my cereal bowl.” She reminded, getting a little snicker from Jenna at the mention of when (Y/n) cried in her Fruit Loops, and Jenna had to lift her head from the bowl. She had milk all over her face, and Jenna had to take five minutes to keep from laughing.

Jenna grew serious though as she tapped the table. (Y/n) could almost groan, knowing what her best friend had up her sleeve. Undeniably, it was the best friend pact. Jenna was calling in a favor. (Y/n) could read it so clearly on her freckled face as Jenna tried to pick her words carefully. She knew she wasn’t going to be able to deny a favor of this caliber since Jenna very rarely pulled out the Best Friend Pact Favor. This was something they created on set of a movie they starred in together at the age of twelve. Since the creation of this sacred pact, they have stuck to it, using it to call dibs on being each other’s dates to events, help them avoid awkward questions asked by paparazzi, fans, and interviewers, and more.

“I hate to do this but… I’m invoking the pact.” Jenna said, leaning back in her chair. (Y/n) sighed deeply but waited, wanting to hear Jenna out. This was obviously something that had brewing in her mind for awhile. “Honestly, I’m worried about you and her. I think you two would be good for each other. I just want you to give it a chance. A real chance, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) ran a hand down her face, risking her makeup’s safety when she did. “Fine, fine. Just tell me who it is. That way I can plan something.” She agreed, taking a sip of her coffee, debating chugging it to get out of the coffee shop faster. But instead, she remained calm and just panicked on the inside. She knew that Jenna was genuinely worried about her and the fact that she complained a little too frequently about being lonely. Plus, it had been a year since her breakup to the girl who always put down her dreams for her own. Maybe it was time to put herself out there. Besides, Jenna knew her taste quite well, saying as they were going on almost ten years strong in their friendship.

“Ha, as if I would tell you upfront and risk you leaving as soon as you saw her.” Jenna rose a brow. She tended to know her a little too well. Admittedly, she probably would run. But who’s to say that’s still not a possibility given that she could go to wherever Jenna would drop her off at… She could also just sneak off. “You’re also not allowed to sneak out as soon as I drop you off. This date is going to be on Saturday at six, I’ve decided. Dress nice but not overly nice. Basically, a pretty blouse and jeans. Oh! And that leather jacket that you look super fucking hot in.”

A snort escaped her at Jenna’s words and she allowed her gaze to meet Jenna’s deep brown ones. “I’m beginning to think you’re setting me up with you.” She teased, earning a playful shove. (Y/n) found herself to be grateful that the shove was officially the end to the conversation. Now, they’ve moved onto better topics like filming and dessert they’ve had recently. She finally felt the tension caused by the conversation leave her shoulders as she listen to Jenna talk about a special dessert Emma, her Wednesday co-star, had her try.

On Saturday, Jenna dropped (Y/n) at a pretty popular celebrity hangout, that way she wouldn’t know who she was setting her up with. (Y/n) drummed her fingers on the table, fist against her cheek as she waited for some kind of clue for who it might be when someone unexpected caught her eye at the bar. Olivia Rodrigo. A guilty pit fell in her stomach as she looked around, completely abandoning whoever Jenna might be dropping off soon now that she was settled. Instead, she approached the brunette who was ordering a glass of wine.

“Good choice. I’ll have the same.” She settled by the girl, who looked over and smiled a bit. “It’s been awhile, Liv,” (Y/n) greeted her friend. She has always had sort of a thing for Olivia, not that she would say it out loud. Only Jenna knew. “How has the music scene been going? Please tell me your third album is coming out soon. I’ve been craving a new vinyl with your name on it.” (Y/n), being a big supporter of her friends’ works, bought their movies and vinyl's. This included Olivia. She had her Sour album, her Guts album, and even her Guts Deluxe album.

A small smile fell on Olivia lips as she sipped her wine. “I didn’t expect to see you here, (Y/n).” She leaned in, closer to the girl. “The third album might come sooner than you think.” She said with a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “What about you? What have you been working on as of late? Any movie I should be keeping my eyes out for?” Olivia winked, causing (Y/n)’s cheeks to heat up. She reminded herself, in that moment, that she swore off dating. She couldn’t flirt with Olivia. But Olivia seemed to be flirting, a little bit, with her. Was she being delusional?

Their conversation continued, and (Y/n) forgot about the fact that she was there for Jenna and whoever she would be bringing. She didn't know if there was anyone waiting for her, looking out for her. Her attention was just on Olivia. "Honestly, I wasn't excited to come out here tonight." (Y/n) swirled the wine around in her glass as more was poured. Their conversation had turned into something less of small talk. Now, they were going into deeper conversations, both agreeing that the dating scene has sucked. But there was an ease to their conversation that made them feel comfortable. That's how all of their conversations seemed to go.

Olivia frowned a bit, eyes searching (Y/n)'s for a moment. "Oh? Why is that?" She questioned the girl. (Y/n) found herself at a loss, not knowing how to explain that she had abandoned a potential date to join Olivia. Mostly because she knew that leaving whoever it was behind like that was wrong. However, she couldn't help herself to be so drawn in to the girl in front of her. She just had this way about her that always drew (Y/n) in. From their first conversation, Olivia had become someone (Y/n) deeply appreciated and welcome into her life. And that wasn't something she did often.

"Well, I don't want you to think I'm a bad person. It's just… Jenna was trying to set me up with someone, but I've just sworn off dating. Though, I'm starting to think that… you know, I shouldn't do that." She cleared her throat, cheeks burning at the insinuation that she would give up dating for Olivia. But she would. She would love to take Olivia on a date and not just sit in front of a bar, talking over a couple glasses of wine. "I just totally abandoned whoever she was trying to set me up with because I saw you. I couldn't help myself."

A smile fell on Olivia's lips. For a moment, she had turned away from (Y/n) before she let her brown eyes meet (Y/n)'s eyes again. "You didn't abandon your date. Jenna had me come meet you here because I swore it, dating, off, too. I'm also thinking that was a dumb idea, now, though. I just needed some wine before I walked over to you because… You make me nervous. Jenna asked me about you, and I said you were stunning and like the perfect person. That's how this whole thing got set up. I just was too nervous to tell you 'hi' when walking in." She admitted softly. The admission cause (Y/n) to lose that guilty feeling that was heavy on her chest before she leaned in. Olivia followed in the motion, their lips connecting gently.

They were both lost in the feeling before the bar tender told them they couldn't make-out there. So, (Y/n) pulled away, paid for both of their drinks, and left a big tip before leading Olivia out of the building. Olivia had taken her to her car, dropping (Y/n)'s assumptions that Jenna had dropped her off as well. This was a good thing because now, as two celebrities who were followed constantly by paparazzi, they had a sense of privacy. (Y/n) drew Olivia back in and the two kissed for long moments until they couldn't breath anymore.

"Just so you know… I'm going to take you out now. This time, without Jenna finding her way into the relationship." She joked, causing Olivia to grin widely. Their lips were reconnected, and the two knew that they about to be so lost in each other for what very well might be forever, with any luck.

[lycheeloving]

I'm not a songfic person at all, but Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo is so Bruce Wayne coded... not everything fits ofc, but listening to it always makes me think of a lil scenario. i don't know how much it actually has to do with the song tbh

I imagine you're a meta, have some kind of power that Batman just can't figure out, but he needs to know exactly how your powers work and what your weaknesses are! To make a contingency plan for you, in case you turn evil at some point!

So he tries everything, sneakily taking your blood (either you don't let him get close enough or he can't pierce your skin due to your powers), watching you closely during missions, even subtly asking you about it, but nothing works, you don't let him know anything, he can't figure you out.

So he only has one option left. Getting closer to you, making you trust him. You're already suspicious of Batman, so he gets closer to you in his civilian identity, Bruce Wayne. He fabricates "random" (meticulously planned) encounters between you both for months, where he slowly endears himself to you, until you agree to date him. Then he knows exactly what to say to get you to care about him, to trust him.

Over the course of many months you get really close to him, come to love him. You reveal your identity to him (that he already knew, but he acts surprised), open up about your powers after he gently asks you to explain more to him, since he's "so confused, and didn't expect any of this, please help him understand?". You even mention one of your weaknesses to him, hoping that will make him less scared of you. He calms down after that, and you think your relationship is now stronger than ever.

Unbeknownst to you, after you fall asleep in his bed that night, he takes your blood and scans you in a way he's figured out won't wake you up. He has all the information he needs now.

After that, he ever so slowly starts distancing himself from you, intending to get you to stop caring about him as much, to break up with him. However, before that happens, you're able to connect the dots and figure out he's Batman. Either he says something as Batman that only Bruce should know or you stumble upon the batcave. Why didn't he reveal this to you when you told him about your powers? Didn't he trust you? ...Maybe he just wasn't ready yet? But why did he act so confused, Batman wouldn't be confused!

You then decide to look through his things, hoping not to find a file on you, hoping he truly cared about you and didn't just get close to you for more information, but you find a list of your weaknesses, and plans detailing how to take you down, if he ever has to. You also find the plans he had for this whole thing. Getting close to you and then just leaving you, as if whatever was between you never meant anything.

You destroy a lot of his stuff in anger before calming down enough to see past your anger and leave, intending to never come back. You stop working with Batman, maybe even with the entire Justice League, unable to trust him and anyone that works with him.

Did he ever really care about you? He might have started out not caring, but did he never start liking you at all?

And did breaking your heart create the monster he feared you could become? Or did he just make it so you'll never trust anyone again? Only time will tell...

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hi! hope you're well!

could you please do one where jason breaks up with Piper because he realises he's in love with reader since he was little?

like reader and jason are the bestest friends with mutual crushes but were too oblivious to do anything about it and the seven have to drop the fact that reader likes him back?

Thanks

heya! I combined this ask with someone who was asking for a Jason x reader songfic with the song Bad Idea Right? by Olivia Rodrigo <3

Romeo and Julieting---Jason Grace x reader [soundtrack: Olivia Rodrigo]

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“It’s a bad idea, Pipes!”

Piper pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. “You are going to go to their cabin, you are going to make them sit down, and you are going to tell them that you have a crush on them, okay? And then you can both have a cutesy little romantic moment or whatever you're supposed to do in a relationship, okay?” 

“What do you mean, ‘whatever you’re supposed to do in a relationship’?” Jason asked with a confused frown. He glanced up at Piper who was pacing back and forth as he sat cross legged on her bed, picking at her Olivia rodrigo doona cover. “We were in a relationship, like, five minutes ago.” 

Piper cocked her head at him with a raised eyebrow, “that didn’t count and you know it, now go kiss them!”

“Not with tongue though,” Leo added, slurping a juice box as he spun in circles on the chair by Piper’s desk. “At least not the first time, it’d be a bit over the top. I mean unless you’re into that I guess-” 

“What are you even doing here?” Jason asked him, not unkindly. 

Leo smirked and then became distracted by the make up box on Piper’s desk, pulling out a dark lipstick and uncapping it with wide eyes. He turned back to Jason, “oh I’m watching you fail at both of your relationships.”

Jason frowned, “I just got dumped, why are you making fun of me?” 

Leo twisted the base of the lipstick and then proceeded to lick it. He screwed up his face and put it away quickly. “You two forgot you were dating for an entire week, I had to remind you when you started drooling over a certain demigod that you already had a girlfriend.” 

“Okay, that’s fair,” Jason muttered. Piper chuckled and moved her things away from Leo’s curious grabby hands, quickly taking her eyeliner off before he tried to taste test that as well. “But… but I can’t just walk up to them and be like, ‘hey, you’re my best friend, wanna kiss?’”

Leo blinked. “Why not?”

Jason wasn’t sure how his friend was still alive, but then he remembered that Leo had died already anyway. Piper shrugged, “don’t blame him, he doesn’t know how romance or social situations work.”

“Hey!” Leo hissed, pointing at her with a contour brush he’d managed to find, “that’s homophobic!”

“How can I be homophobic?” Piper screeched, pointing to the rainbow flag pinned up lopsidedly above her bed, next to the hello kitty poster and the giant banner that read ‘i fucked your mum and all i got was this stupid flag’. 

Leo just stuck his tongue out at her. Then he turned to Jason. “If you don’t go romeo and juliet your way into a make out session, I will personally turn your stash of musk sticks into soot.”

Piper fiddled with her portable speaker, connecting it to the demigod proof phones Leo had managed to whip up in under three days after he discovered the Pokemon Go map reached CHB. “

“What do you mean Romeo and Juliet?” Jason asked.

“You gotta go up to their window and pretend it’s a balcony, Grace,” Piper said. SHe looked away from Olivia Rodrigo’s spotify and to the window. “It’s even raining outside. Perfect.”

Jason crossed his arms stubbornly, “I can think of a million ways it could go wrong.”

“Well I can’t,” Leo said as he started curling his eyelashes. The speaker next to him skipped a few beats and staticked it’ way through the music for a moment. Piper grinned. 

“It’s a bad idea! I’m not doing it!”

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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Jason sucked in a breath and shut the Aphrodite cabin door behind him, hitching up his checked purple pajama pants and plodding through the dirt between the cabins lined up. 

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Even if he didn’t work up the courage to tell you how pretty he thought your eyes were when you smiled and how endearing it was that you wrapped and arm around his shoulders every time you were walking together and how that thing you did with your tongue on your lip drove him crazy, he’d still get to see you. So technically he was just visiting his best friend, what was wrong with that?

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

Maybe the fact that if said best friend asked to kiss him Jason wouldn’t even hesitate.

Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?

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You pulled your curtains shut and waited for your younger siblings to finish putting all of their teddies to bed before the lamps were clicked off. After a few minutes, only the snores of your cabin mates and the rain on the roof were audible.

Hypnos dragged away everyone else in your cabin quickly, but you lay awake staring at the roof, your doona pulled up to your chin. A few polaroids were stuck to the walls next to your head, and the axolotl Squishmellow Leo had bought you for your birthday was in bed with you. You hugged it to your chest and shuffled around, trying to get to sleep.  

You ignored the first tap at your window, which was probably just a Harpy checking everyone was tucked into their beds and not planning to sneak out. 

The second one however, roused you from the warmth of the blanket Annabeth had crocheted as she discovered her skills with weaving. You paused in front of the window, sitting cross legged on your pillow. Whoever it was outside tapped again, so you pulled back the curtains and peeked out with narrowed eyes. 

A grin spread across your face before you could help it, and you heaved the frame up, poking your head out into the night to whisper shout. “What are you doing dude? It’s pouring!”

Jason blinked up at you with soggy hair and muddy pajamas. He plodded through the puddles up to your window. Luckily he was tall enough that you were eye level when he hopped onto a little boulder. “Um…”

“Gimme a second,” you muttered, and crawled out of bed to the shoe rack by the door. Avoiding the floorboards you knew would creak, you hopped back into bed and slid the pink spotty umbrella through the window, opening it up above Jason. 

He smiled, the scar on his lip twisting. You restrained yourself from reaching out to touch it and instead held the umbrella for him. “Is there a reason you’re Romeo and Julieting?” 

Jason eyes were wide and pale blue, like the sky behind a thin veil of clouds. “How am i the only one who- never mind. Uhm… I need to tell you something. 

The rain made it hard for you to hear whatever your best friend was muttering, so you beckoned him closer with a confused smile, “yeah? Did you forget how to use the toaster again? Because honestly I don’t know why you’re opposed to Leo just-” 

“Because of hygiene, for one,” Jason started, “but that’s not why I’m here.”

You gave him a second to think, not used to the genuinely fearful look on his face dripping with rain you hoped wouldn’t turn to tears. You didn’t really know where this was going.

He took a deep breath, his fingers curling around your window sill. “If this goes wrong, please blame Leo and Piper.”

“I could blame them for anything, and I’d be right.” 

Jason ducked his head and spoke to the ground. “I kind of… really like you. I’ve liked you for a long time, actually. I didn’t realize for a while, but it’s sort of…Yeah. It’s you.” 

So it wouldn’t be Jason crying, you realized. It would be you. 

You took a second to try that deep breathing thing someone had told you about, and smoothed out the front of your mickey mouse pajama shirt, blinking rapidly. The reality hadn’t really set it, you were in a sort of shocked state, so you tried to talk before you burst into tears. 

“Uhm,” you said weakly. “I think you might’ve forgotten about your girlfriend again, Jase.”

He went pale. Then he started shaking his head like a wet dog, which he sort of was, really. “No, no not like that. I mean, yeah I like you like that, wait- okay. Piper broke up with me, like five minutes ago, and-”

You took another deep breath and then handed Jason the umbrella. He took it with a lost expression, and you shut your window quickly, breaths turning as shaky as your hands. You were your childhood crushes rebound. You sort of wished you hadn’t opened that window, actually.

Jason tapped again, a lot quicker this time, and urgent. 

Ignoring him was the obvious choice, but that felt too kind. You yanked open the curtains again and then the glass, sticking your head out with a sharp glare. “I will not be your rebound-”

“She broke up with me because of you.” Jason blurted as soon as he realized you could hear him. 

He paused then, and you took in the holy depressing sight that was Jason Grace in dirty pajamas standing outside your window in the middle of the night, rain and tears dripping down his cheeks. “Well, not completely. We never really liked each other, it was all because of Hera, really. We just, well… neither of us could be bothered to figure out our feelings so we stayed together.”

Jason looked down at the ugg boots covered in grass and soil he was wearing. You were pretty sure they were Drew’s. “Apparently she got sick of me pining over you, so she dumped me so that they could make me come here and well, yeah, tell you.”

You blinked in shock for probably too long.

“I don’t wanna make you do anything, and you don't have to say anything, ever, actually.” Jason said quickly, with only honesty on his cute face. “You don’t have to keep being my friend, if you don’t want to, but I won't be weird, I promise. We can pretend this didn’t actually happen. I just sort of wanted to tell you, so I didn't have to hide it forever, I guess.” 

“They?” You asked.

Jason glared in the direction of the Aphrodite cabin. He spoke in a hollow voice. “It was an ambush. There were no survivors.”

You grinned, and then reached out into the pouring rain and held the umbrella, your hand over his. Jason whipped around with red cheeks and a frozen expression. “Uh-”

“Jason,” you began softly. “Did you want to Romeo and Juliet me?”

He blinked. 

“That means come here so I can kiss you,” You muttered, and dragged the son of Jupiter closer by the front of his shirt. Jason’s eyes widened and he made a shocked little sound.

He hopped back onto the boulder and reached up to your window sill though. His eyes were that bit lower than your own in that way you knew exactly what he was thinking and of course you’d oblige. 

“Just c’mere,” you whispered, trying to hold in your smile. Jason leant forward eagerly, and you held the umbrella in one hand tightly, the other sliding up to cup his jaw. You’d wondered what the scar on Jason’s lip felt like. 

Turned out it was just as soft as the rest of him. 

You tilted your head as heat seemed to build in your veins, making your head light. You couldn’t help but pull him closer, if that was even possible, and kissed him firmly. He made another odd sound and opened his mouth slowly.

From what you’d heard from your older siblings, kissing was awesome. You’d always thought it sounded a bit gross though, I mean, someone elses mouth? Their tongue?

This badly timed badly worded fucking adorbale boy in front of you proved that theory wrong. Jason threaded his fingers through your own and you leaned further out the window, drawing him back in and pressing your mouth deeper into his own, lungs burning.  

“Oh my gods,” Jason croaked, opening his eyes a little when you finally pulled away, gasping for air and trying to straighten out your thoughts. 

“Oh my gods,” you agreed, slipping your hand around the back of his neck and holding him close, fingers fiddling with the baby hairs there. Jason grinned, his cheeks as red as his lips. 

“Oh my gods! Go Jason!”

You both turned to see Piper and Leo cheering from behind another cabin, holding a barbie umbrella between them. 

Jason blinked at them, and then turned to you, “I told you, it was an ambush.” 

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

AnonymityIsFun's SongFics*

*Not including the Inspired by Taylor Swift Series

If You Lie Down With Me · Song: If You Lie Down With Me- Lana Del Rey · Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary: You know what kind of man he is. A liar. The sort of man that promises everything under the sun. The sort of man that promises dreamy nights and delivers lonely mornings. You only wish his lies weren't so sweet.

bad idea right? | get him back! | love is embarrassing · Song: bad idea right? | get him back! | love is embarrassing - Olivia Rodrigo · Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary: It's a bad idea. He's a bad idea. A walking red flag, if your friends are right about him. It's really too bad red was always your favorite color.

our day will come. · Song: Our Day Will Come - Amy Winehouse · Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary: you tell him over and over again, your day will come. you swear it will. the sun will shine on you if he gives it time. your day will come. one way or another.

To Know Him Is To Love Him · Song: To Know Him Is To Love Him - Amy Winehouse · Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader · Summary: to know steve rogers is to love him. to know him is to keep handing over your heart over and over again. to know him is to be broken by him.

it will come back · Song: It Will Come Back - Hozier · Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary: how were you to know that he would always come back?

Close To You · Song: Close To You - The Carpenters · Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary: Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near? And why do stars fall out from the sky every time you walk by? Turns out, it's the same reason that Bucky is so grumpy, they long to be close to you.

The Uptown Girl and The Brooklyn Boy · Song: Uptown Girl - Billy Joel · Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary: Everyone knows that all any Uptown Girl needs is a Greaser from Brooklyn to make her forget all about her uptown world.

we're still friends · Song - We're Still Friends - Amy Winehouse · Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary: you're still friends. it's wonderful. it's mature. and though you've changed in your endeavors, you still have plenty in common, like that you're both still hopelessly, irrevocably in love with each other.

Once Upon A December · Song - Once Upon A December - Christy Altomare · Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary: Of all the things your heart used to know, things it years to remember, Bucky Barnes is at the top of that list.

angel eyes. · Song - Angeleyes - ABBA · Pairing - Steve Rogers x Reader · Summary - There's a price for those few months of paradise, a price for allowing yourself to be hypnotized. You'll never be the same, but you're not sure you'll ever regret peering into those angeleyes.

too sweet · Song - Too Sweet - Hozier · Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader · Summary - He knows you're too sweet, but it won't stop him from trying to enter heaven's gate.

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[river-blue]

Was writing a rusame songfic to the song "Obsessed" by Olivia Rodrigo but I lost the plot a bit. I think I'm really bad at ending my writing :/

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

okay this is kind of a lot so bear with me real quick

Rebecca steam with a fem reader, BUT the reader doesn’t know Rebecca likes her. They’re best friends and the reader instead likes Deuce, and tells Rebecca how he asked her out and Rebecca is kind of in her feelings about it but with the other ghouls not with the reader. Then when she finally works up the courage to tell the reader how she feels she sees the reader and deuce together. Ending Can be whatever you like I don’t mind! I saw your requests were closing soon so I wanted to ask this one right away! Tysm I really appreciate it :)))

Also if it could be a songfic that would be amazing, any song works for me!

A/N: ugh kiss your brain for me I love you, I’ve never read anything more amazing. I love ‘love triangles’ so much, they’re just so ugh <33

Warnings: set in G1 MH, girl x girl, AFAB reader, uses of She/Her pronouns, love triangle, unspoken feelings, kissing / PDA, slight Clawdeen x Draculara

Songs you can listen too while reading: Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo, The Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx, Heather by Conan Gray

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

LACY

The day was almost finishing at Monster High, corridors emptying. Robecca and Y/n stood at Y/n’s locker, talking over the days events.

“Do you have practice today?” Y/n asked, shutting her locker. Robecca nodded with a smile, holding a small bag to clean off her gears after practice.

“I do! Do you want to come join me? Frankie would love to see you.” Robecca says. Y/n shakes her head with a smile, lighting bumping her shoulder into Robecca. Robecca giggles as the two make their way to the gymnasium, meeting up with the rest of the ghouls.

“Hey guys!” Y/n says smiling. Frankie squeals and hugs Y/n, her skates already on.

“Are you gonna watch us practice?” Frankie asks pulling away. Y/n shakes her head laughing.

“No not today. I have plans actually.” Y/n said, a slight blush dusting over her cheeks.

“Oh? with who?” Draculara asks poking her side playfully. Y/n giggled, her icoffin going off in her pocket.

Truthfully, Draculara had already known about Y/n’s plans. Clawd had given Draculara all the gossip on how Deuce and Y/n were hanging out a lot more, alone.

“A friend.” Y/n said giggling as Draculara kept poking her side.

“Well,” Frankie said pulling Draculara away from Y/n softly, the two smiling. “ We wont keep you from your ‘friend’ any longer.” Frankie said with a wink. Y/n blushed and laughed, looking over to Clawdeen and Rochelle who were smiling at Y/n jokingly.

“Better run, don’t wanna keep your ‘friend’ waiting.” Clawdeen called as Y/n began to leave the gymnasium.

“Oh please give it a rest.” Y/n called with a chuckle.

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“Hey!” Deuce called, standing near his car. Y/n smiled waving to him, walking across the parking lot to meet with him.

“Hey.” Y/n said as she got closer. Deuce just smiled, pulling her into a hug.

“Dropped Robecca off?” He asked, and Y/n nodded.

“Yeah, the girls wanted me to watch them practice but I told them I had plans.” Y/n said as Deuce opened the passenger door for her.

“What’d you tell them?” Deuce asked before she got in. She turned around now facing him, stuck between him and the car.

“I told them I was hanging out with a friend.” Y/n said nervously. Deuce just laughed, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips.

“So friends kiss each other? I’d hate to see what you do with your other friends.” He says rolling his eyes.

“Nothing I swear.” She says laughing, wrapping her arms around his waist to hug him. He laughs, hugging her back and kissing her forehead.

“I figured. C’mon, we got food waiting for us.” He says, pulling away to let Y/n get in the car. She gives him a curious look before getting in.

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“She isn’t answering.” Robecca said, a slight frown on her face.

“Well she is with a friend. Maybe they’re just busy.” Clawdeen said, drinking water. Robecca nodded and sighed.

“I know but.. I feel like she’s hiding something from me.” Robecca says, turning her icoffin off and setting it to the side.

“Like what?” Draculara asks, skating over to Robecca and Clawdeen.

“Like.. I’m not sure. I just have this feeling.” Robecca said, looking down at her lap.

“Well whatever it is, I’m sure she’ll tell you when she’s ready.” Draculara said with a smile. Clawdeen stood up, stretching and holding her water bottle in hand.

“Hey Robecca, can you come with me to get more water? I finished mine.” Clawdeen said. Robecca nodded and Draculara moved to take her spot on the bench, unlasing her skates.

Outside, Clawdeen held her water bottle up against the fountain to fill her bottle.

“So, you wanna tell me what’s really going on?” Clawdeen asks. Robecca leans against a locker, back against the cold metal.

“Clawdeen, you know Y/n and I are best friends but…” Robecca trails off, hoping she doesn’t need to say it out loud.

“I know Robecca. Trust me I do.” Clawdeen says pulling her water back and closing it with the lid. Clawdeen had already confided in Robecca about her feelings for Draculara, and the confusion she felt after finding out Draculara and Clawd had been dating. “ But you gotta tell her.” Clawdeen said, a sad smile on her face.

“I don’t want to ruin the friendship.” Robecca says. Clawdeen frowns and pulls Robecca into a side hug, the two walking back to the gymnasium.

“Robecca, you gotta tell her before it’s too late. Ghoul to ghoul, keeping your feelings bottled isn’t right. Do it while you still can.” Clawdeen says, voice pressing.

“I just don’t want to lose her. I don’t want to lose us, or what we have.” Robecca says, the two stopping outside the gymnasium doors.

“Then go get her.”

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“I can’t believe you did that.” Y/n says laughing, leaning into Deuce’s side. He chuckles and wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer.

“It was funny! What was I supposed to do? He tried taking my wallet, I wasn’t just gonna let him leave unstoned.” Deuce said, the two walking up the steps of Monster High.

“Still, stoning him? Can’t you get in trouble for that?” Y/n asked with a sign, the smile never faltering off her face.

“Maybe, only one way to find out.” Deuce said, opening one of the large doors for her. The two walk in, deciding to head to the auditorium to relax for a bit before Robecca’s practice was over.

“So, I was thinking,” Deuce said, sitting in an empty seat. Y/n sat down next to him, putting her legs up on the seat in front of her, crossing her legs. “ What if we go to that new fair that opened up this weekend?” Deuce asked, leaning back to look at Y/n.

“We could. I think I have plans with Robecca Sunday though.” You say, tapping the screen of your icoffin to see if she’d texted you. She hadn’t.

“Well you two are best friends. I’m surprised you didn’t stay to watch her practice.” Deuce said. Y/n sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, giggling once she left his snakes lightly tickle her.

“I wanted to see you. I can watch her practice another time.” You say, and he smiles at that. He shifts the two slightly, letting his arm drape over her shoulders.

“So, can I ask you a question?” Deuce asks, his heart thumping nervously, he almost feels like it’s in his throat.

“You just did.” Y/n says and he grins.

“A different one.” He clarifies.

“Sure, go ahead.” Y/n answers. Theres a long pause before he asks her.

“ Will you be my girlfriend?”

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“Hey Robecca, we’re all going to Frankie’s to get some food. You wanna join us?” Rochelle asks, the ghouls all walking out of the gymnasium with their things.

“Sure. Let me tell Y/n, we were going to go over to her place to study, but we can all study together.” Robecca says, and the ghouls begin to talk amongst themselves as they walk outside to the courtyard.

Pushing the front doors open, Robecca steps outside to see Deuce and Y/n, tossing food in each others mouths. A game. Deuce is tossing food in the air, Y/n moving back slightly to catch it. When she does, she cheers loudly.

“Um.. Robecca, you okay?” Clawdeen asks, following her gaze. It’s then she sees what has Robecca so stunned.

From tossing food at each other, to giving each other a small peck on the lips.

“Oh my ghoul, I’m so sorry Robecca.” Clawdeen whispered, watching Robecca’s eyes water.

“I- She didn’t tell me- when did they…” Robecca stuttered, watching the two laugh together. Draculara and Frankie walked down the steps, too engrossed in their own conversation to notice Robecca’s confused state. The two looked ahead of them to see Deuce, accompanied by Y/n.

“So this was the friend you were going to meet.” Frankie says, interrupting their conversation. Y/n is stunned like a deer in headlights, laughing nervously.

“Oh! Hey Frankie, hey Draculara.” Y/n said. Robecca and Clawdeen caught up with the two girls, now standing next to them. “How was practice guys?” Y/n asked. Robecca ignored her question.

“Y/n can we talk?” Robecca asked, eyes darting to a farther place, away from everyone. Y/n nodded, squeezing Deuces hand before walking away, leaving him with Draculara, Clawdeen and Frankie.

“When did you two become a thing?” Robecca asked, gesturing to Y/n and Deuce with her hands.

“He asked me if I wanted to get food with him after school a month ago. We’ve just been hanging out a lot ever since, and he kinda asked me to be his…girlfriend.” Y/n explained cautiously, but with a nervous smile nonetheless.

“Is that why you’ve been skipping out on my practices? A-and girlfriend? isn’t that a bit soon? I mean does he even know you?” Robecca asked hurt, a million questions in her mind. She really meant, ‘What does he have I don’t?’

“Becca don’t be like that, you know you’ll always be my best friend, and we’ve actually gotten to know each other pretty well. I really like him.” Y/n frowned, putting her hands on Robecca’s shoulders.

“I know, I know… but I don’t want to lose you.” Robecca says quietly. Y/n smiles and pulls her into a hug, resting her face on her shoulder.

“You could never lose me ‘Becca. I’ll always be here.” Y/n says before pulling back, tucking a piece of hair behind Robeccas ear. “I really do like him. He’s a good guy. You would like him.” Y/n said. Robecca nodded, trying to fake a smile.

“Go hang out with him then. You can convince me all about him later.” Robecca said with a smile. Y/n’s eyes went wide with excitement, hugging Robecca with a squeal.

“Robecca you are the best person I know.” Y/n whispered, squeezing her tight.

“Of course, you know I’d do anything for you.”

[green-alm0nd]

[Tech x fem!reader]: You can't catch me now

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Summary:

Although everyone told you to let go, you can't help but wonder if there's someone you know under the mask of the well-known clone assassin. You finally find a chance to do so.

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, SPOILERS FOR TBB S3, angst, mentions of mental breakdowns, canon violence, and a little bit of fluff, italics mean flashbacks. A bit long lol. Not proofread.

This is actually a 'songfic' based on the song 'Can't catch me know' from Olivia Rodrigo. (Click here to listen to the song)

Enjoy!

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Blood trickled down your nose, painting the grey surface you stood in with a bright red color.

'There's blood on the side of the mountain'

Your breathing was unsteady, irregular; and your knees were about to give out as you saw the now faceless clone assassin.

'There's writing all over the wall'

You were against the idea of going back to Pabu after rescuing Omega, mainly because you didn't want to remember the nostalgic happiness you felt in Pain when he was with you.

'Shadows of us are still dancing, in every room and every hall'

Yet, there you were. You say down on the bed on the small cottage that you and him had rented.

It had been a long time since you dared to step in that small house, everything reminded you of him. Guilt never left you, it always hunted you like a ghost.

Dust accumulated on the corners of your old bedroom, one that never got to be a long-lasting bedroom.

'There's snow falling under the city'

And, in the middle of the now destroyed battlefield, Tantiss cried. All the destruction, all the people that had died had stained the planet red; a reminder of what had happened.

Little particles of dust hovered around, dancing and making the atmosphere even more melancholic.

Your knees began to tremble.

'You thought that it would wash away'

Everything came back to you: the memories, the feelings, the butterflies.

It took one look to the tall man standing opposite you to make you remember everything.

'The bitter taste of my fury, and all of the messes you made'

Back when you joined the squad, you had thought he was just shy and that's why he never really talk to you. When he did, it would only be for curt responses or reminders. As time passed, and you both got along better, you realised he had not talked to you at first because he had felt intimidated by you.

You had laughed at his confession. Intimidated? You were only a medical assistant. Yet, you found it endearing for the clone to admit that.

'Yeah, you think that you got away'

Your comm beeped. You figured it would either be Wrecker or Hunter, asking if you were still alive.

But you didn't care.

Your throat was dry and you dropped your blaster to the ground.

'But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze'

The first time you kissed was after a year of travelling with the squad of defective clones. He was developed feelings for you, and he had developed them fast. So had you.

He kissed you under the shadow of a palm try, hiding from the heat of the planet the Bad Batch had landed to pick some supplies for Cid.

'My footsteps on the ground'

After you kissed back, he had been out of words. It had been the first time you had seen him absolutely speechless. You laughed at the tall man's face, and how flustered he was.

'You'll see my face in every place, but you can't catch me now'

Everywhere you turned, everywhere you looked, you could only see the smart clone's face haunt you. In your dreams, sometimes in real life after hallucinating. Upon realising that he was not there, you'd break.

You'd break, and you'd cry.

You'd cry, and sob, and whimper because no one could hear you: not even him.

'Through wading grass the months will pass'

It had been around six months since you lost him, but it felt like an eternity. And now, to find him there, was as if your heart had finished breaking.

What had they don't to him?

'You'll feel it all around'

One if the things you had done in Pabu that pained you to remember, was grabbing an old box you two had found on the side of an alleyway, filling it with things that were precious to eachother.

"This is an Ipomea alba, also known as a 'Moonflower'. They glow at night and I recall that this delicacy of a flower contrasted very well with your hair. Thus, why I will place it here." He said, and you laughed at that. You decided to place a wristband that you had made for him that had broken after a mission, but that he had saved it. You found it and decided to put it there.

You and him had hidden the box somewhere in Pabu.

The only thing you did was cry when you remembered that. Because you couldn't remember where the box was.

'I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere'

The night's you'd shelter in your mind until the day your body stopped working where the ones with him: stargazing, kissing, sleeping, investigating together.

You had agreed on helping Hunter rescue Omega, though the ache in your chest made it harder to breathe every time anyone would mention his name.

'But you can't catch me now. No, you can't catch me now'

The realisation that dawned over you when you realised what Plan 99 meant made your heart stop for a nanosecond.

You screamed his name, as if that would make him come back to the cabinet you were stuck in with the rest of the squad.

His eyes gently smiled at you, a very rare sight since he was not one on smiling, but rather showing you his love.

...

You took another step forward, your heart beating as fast as the first time you had seen him.

His tall and slim body still made him look like the older brother of the squad, though he was the middle brother.

You swallowed, and kept your feet on the ground this time.

'There's blood on the side of the mountain'

His eyes hypnotized you, hazel coloured ones locking into yours. You gulped, again, and took a step back.

How much time had you been standing there? Had it been seconds but it felt like longer? Had it been a minute?

'It's turning a new shape of red'

But you did not care: because he was alive.

All this time The Bad Batch had been trying to defend themselves from the threat that now stood in front of you, that seemed harmless for a second.

Did he remember you? Could he even remember after his memory was wiped? Had his memories come back? You didn't know, and you couldn't tell.

'Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded don't burn the way you'd expect'

Your lip quivered, and you tried to keep your posture straight but failed miserably, as a whisper came out of your mouth.

"Tech...?"

'Oh, you thought that this was the end?'

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I feel like it's a bit rushed but I hope you liked it!

A/N: a jellyfish stung me while surfing and I wrote this to forget about the pain lol

[xanasaurusrex]

what if i did a songfic clarisse x reader with lacy by olivia rodrigo as the song because when i first heard that song i did interpret it as a lesbian in denial completely obsessed with this girl lacy and i think that's a very clarisse thing to happen

[danipedrosas-boatest]

I'm obsess with the tittle of this one 'I’m so Obsessed With Your Ex' please tell me more

Ah this is my one of my favorite WIPs! So it’s songfic to “Obsessed” by Olivia Rodrigo, hence the name. It’s a Dovquez fic, and the basic premise is Dovi feeling jealous and insecure about Vale even though Vale and Marc broke up a while ago. I’m screwing around with the formatting a little bit when it comes to showing the lyrics, which I may or may not do.

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Day Five of Peggy Week: lyrics/quotes or and WIPs // Week One of Steggy Month: Peggy Carter

I have this teeny tiny seed of an idea to write a songfic for steggy with Olivia Rodrigo's "so american" and (either separately or combined into one) Taylor Swift's "London Boy." Both of these songs are about American women in relationships with English men and I looooove how perfectly genderbent steggy they are. This fic is still in the mental storyboarding stage so I don't have any little sneak peaks at the moment but I will show you my favorite lyrics from these songs that fit soooo well

[hugshughes]

sigh why did i just start an f1 driver fic instead of working on the one's i tell my followers im posting.

I DONT EVEN POST F1 FICS WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME

anyways.... any of yall want a so american by olivia rodrigo oscar piastri songfic...?

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