#paul anka is right there

[crazychaoticizzy]

in my head Mick Riva (from Taylor Jenkins Reid’s little universe) is young Paul Anka

[schlock-luster-video]

On September 9, 2022, Five Minutes to Live, Look in Any Window, Age 13, and Right or Wrong: Making Moral Decisions were screened on TCM Underground.

[foone]

I love finding out there's weird drama behind a song.

So, in 1967, a french songwriter named Jacques Revaux composes as song called "Comme d'habitude" (As Usual) with lyrics by Claude François and Gilles Thibaut. Claude François releases a version with him singing it, and it's enough of a hit that some music execs are trying to get someone to do an English version.

David Bowie's publisher happened to share an office with another publisher who brings in the record, and Bowie's publisher suggests Bowie could sing it. Bowie's manager thinks it's a sure-fire hit: He thinks Bowie is a good singer and lyricist, but not so good a composer, so by using the music of Jacques Revaux and Bowie's lyrics and voice, it'll easily sell lots of copies.

Bowie writes new lyrics, calls his version "Even a Fool Learns to Love", and records a demo in 1968. The French publishers of the original song turn him down, however: They want some big name singer if they're gonna sell the rights, not some unknown "David Bowie" guy (Space Oddity wouldn't be until 1969, so he wasn't a star yet, especially internationally).

So Paul Anka enters the picture, after hearing the song on French radio while on holiday. He's been a successful songwriter since the 50s, and he's a big enough star that the publishers of "Comme d'habitude" agree to sell him the rights (for 1 dollar. But Jacques Revaux's label retains the rights to the music, so they get royalties).

He then has a meeting with a singer and "some mob guys". The singer says he's getting out of the music business, he's sick of it. Paul Anka rewrites the lyrics to be about that idea: at the end of your career, looking back, and not having any regrets. He calls up the singer and offers the song.

in 1969, Frank Sinatra releases "My Way" to immediate success.

And this pisses Bowie off. He was going to release a version of "Comme d'habitude"! He wrote his own lyrics and even recorded it! Reportedly he was angry about this for a year, and decides "screw it, I can write a big song like that!". So he does, makes it sound "a little like My Way", and

So in 1971 he writes "Life on Mars?", as a parody of "My Way" and proof he can write songs like "My Way". It's included on his 1971 album Hunky Dory, and released as a single in 1973.

And since it's considered one of his best songs (as well as one of the best songs of all time), I guess he really succeeded in proving he could do that.

But yeah. Listening to "Life on Mars?" I never would have guessed it was connected to Frank Sinatra's "My Way"

[thebunnednun]

LOYALTY [Chapter 4]

Katsuki Bakugou x Sugar Baby! Reader

Summary: Fuck a breakup, you ever have your fiance and partner of 8 years dump you during his promotion party in front of your bosses and the whole office with the girl he told you, “Don’t worry about,” on his arm?

The man you moved continents to support and move in with while you worked from home and helped promote his hero career because you thought he loved you and he called it an investment in your future together while you just did it out of love?

Welp, now he’s kicked you out in a strange land and you’ve gotta make it on your own. When you can't get a new job or apartment and tuition is almost due: you’ve got two options: Strip it or lose.

And I guess the angry blond that keeps coming back to your club wants to help you too.

Summary:

Bakugou can't sleep and you're gonna help him. Too bad your ex is trying to get you tho.

Tonight's song: Put your head on my shoulder by Paul Anka

--------------------------Chapter 5: Sleepless--------------------------

Katsuki Bakugou sat slouched at his desk, his eyes half-lidded as he struggled to stay awake. He’d barely gotten any sleep last night, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t quite shake. It was unlike him to be this distracted—he was always the first one in the office, ready to tackle whatever the day threw at him. But today was different.

Kirishima strolled into the office, his usual grin plastered on his face. He could tell something was off with Bakugou the moment he saw him, and he couldn’t resist poking fun at his best friend.

“Yo, Bakubro! What happened? Did you go to bed at 8:31 instead of 8:30 like usual?” Kirishima teased, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Bakugou’s crimson eyes narrowed, the familiar fire flickering back to life despite his exhaustion. Without a word, he raised his hand and sent a small explosion towards Kirishima’s face. The redhead reacted instantly, hardening his skin to absorb the blast without a scratch, the force of it blowing his hair back slightly. He grinned even wider, unfazed by the attack.

“Not in the mood, shitty hair,” Bakugou grumbled, reaching for a bottle of water on his desk and guzzling it down in one go. The cool liquid did little to wake him up, but it was better than nothing.

Kirishima chuckled, sliding a cup of coffee across the desk towards his friend. “Relax, man. You look like you didn’t sleep at all. Maybe we could get you some sleep aids through the company. Or, y’know, you could try those ASMR videos of people cooking. That seems right up your alley.”

Bakugou shot him another glare, but it lacked its usual intensity. He knew Kirishima was just trying to help in his own way, but it only irritated him more. It wasn’t like he could explain what was really bothering him. How was he supposed to tell his best friend that he couldn’t stop thinking about a girl he saw at a club? A girl that he subscribed to and she didn’t even need to get naked. A girl that made him feel alive and seen last night. A girl who returned both his phone and wallet when he forgot them while his head was still reeling from the little heart she left on the glass for him and didn’t touch anything in or on them. This wasn’t him. He didn’t get hung up on shit like that.

With a heavy sigh, Bakugou slumped back in his chair, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment. “I don’t need that shit. M’fine,” he muttered, though the weariness in his voice betrayed him.

Kirishima softened his gaze, recognizing the weight behind Bakugou’s words. He knew his friend better than anyone, knew when to push and when to back off. This was one of those times where Bakugou needed space, even if he wouldn’t admit it. But that didn’t mean Kirishima wasn’t going to keep an eye on him.

“Alright, man. But if you need to talk, you know I’m here,” Kirishima offered, his tone light, but sincere.

Bakugou grunted in response, still half-asleep but grateful in his own way for the gesture. He leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to shake off the lingering thoughts from last night. But no matter how hard he tried, your face, your voice, your touch against the glass—it all kept playing in his mind like a broken record.

Kirishima watched his friend, concern creeping into his features. He wasn’t used to seeing Bakugou like this, so lost in his own head. It wasn’t normal, and that worried him more than anything.

“Seriously, though. You look like crap, Bakugou. Maybe take a break today? I can handle things for a bit.”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped open, a fierce scowl forming on his face as he sat up straight. “Don’t tell me what to do, shitty hair,” he snapped, the fire back in his voice. But there was something different in the way he said it, a tinge of frustration that wasn’t usually there.

Kirishima raised his hands in mock surrender, a playful grin on his face. “Alright, alright. Just take care of yourself, okay?”

Bakugou didn’t respond, his mind already wandering back to you. He hated how much space you were taking up in his thoughts, but the more he tried to push it away, the more it clung to him. What was it about you that had gotten under his skin so easily?

As the morning dragged on, Bakugou couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew one thing for certain—he needed to see you again. And that thought, more than anything, kept him on edge.

---

The apartment was more than you could’ve hoped for. Spacious, clean, and blessedly affordable, it was the perfect place to start the next chapter of your life. The rent, at $750 a month, was a miracle in a city where finding decent housing was like winning the lottery. And the best part? You were only ten minutes away from Mr. Muhammad and Mrs. Yukiji’s apartment, which meant you could still babysit and tutor their kids—something you’d grown to love doing.

Michael had been relentless in pushing you to snag the place the moment it became available. You hadn’t been as eager at first, especially when you found out it was the apartment next to hers, but Michael, with her boundless energy and persuasive charm, had made it impossible to say no. It didn’t hurt that she was in the same major as you, and you’d grown close during your time together at school. 

She was more than just a friend; she was your confidante, the big sister you never had.

The other girls from the club had turned out to be in a similar boat. Students, just like you, all trying to make ends meet while juggling classes and work. When the campus housing became too expensive, even with grants and scholarships, they’d banded together, pooling their resources and looking out for each other like a little family. Michael, ever the leader, had welcomed you into the fold without hesitation. Despite your initial shyness and ironic dislike for physical touch, they adored you. You were their baby, the one they all wanted to protect.

Ruby—or Megumi, as you knew her outside the club—had even offered to help you get back at your ex by having her boyfriend smash his car. The image of sweet, petite Ruby taking a bat to a car was enough to make you laugh, though you quickly turned down the offer, not wanting her boyfriend to get another strike on his record.

Then there was the matter of your safety. Your day job was getting strange, with less projects being sent your way, so you’d confided in Michael about the security tape and microchip you’d taken. Without missing a beat, she’d helped you make copies and store them in a safe, just in case. Two copies were hidden in the Muhammads’ apartment, tucked away where no one would think to look.

Today, the Muhammads were helping you sign the lease for your new apartment. Mr. Muhammad, a kind, soft-spoken man in his early 50s, was a history professor at the local university. His wife, Mrs. Muhammad, was a petite Japanese woman with a serene smile and a talent for making you feel instantly at ease. Their oldest daughter, Amira, was in high school, a bright and driven teenager who reminded you a lot of yourself at that age. Their young son, Kaito, was a bundle of energy, always asking questions and eager to learn about the world around him.

When you introduced Michael as a friend from work, the Muhammads took to her immediately. She joked about you being a good girlfriend, which totally went over their heads, but you threw her a look anyway as she giggled. Michael knew how much the Muhammads meant to you, and she was careful to keep things light and respectful, even if she couldn’t resist teasing you a bit.

As you walked through the apartment, you marveled at how everything had fallen into place. The white walls were pristine, the oak hardwood floors gleamed in the afternoon light, and the kitchen was small but functional—a perfect fit for someone who wasn’t exactly a master chef. (C0ugh *you* cOuGh) The two bedrooms were cozy, with plenty of closet space, and the living room had a large window that overlooked a quiet, tree-lined street.

The extra furniture, courtesy of your generous subscribers, was a bit harder to explain. You and Michael had frantically hidden it inside her apartment until you could put it all together later. The night before you and her skipped work to take the train to your job’s building. Why? Because you weren’t gonna tell the sweet old couple where the furniture came from. 

Micheal was surprised that your old car, affectionately called "the lemon," was still running after you recovered it from your day job's parking lot. You playfully told her to hush, not wanting to jinx it. The two of you piled in and raced home to perform a “reverse breakin” knowing that the building’s tenants would be up soon and you really didn’t wanna catch your ex before his morning run. 

You didn’t even care that it was a very empty apartment. You had freedom that no one could take away from you. You were living by yourself for the first time ever and that was a big deal. 

The place was a blank canvas, waiting for your own personal touch.

Once the lease was signed and the keys were handed over, you all pitched in to move your actual things. It went surprisingly smoothly, considering your limited resources. Michael made sure to lighten the mood with her usual jokes, and even Mr. Muhammad cracked a smile as he helped carry in a particularly heavy box. By the time you were done, the apartment was filled with the sounds of laughter and the comforting buzz of a new home being settled into.

That evening, you decided to thank the Muhammads by cooking dinner for them. It was a modest attempt—nothing fancy, just a simple stir-fry and some rice—but you wanted to show your appreciation. The stir-fry had been a bit more adventurous than you’d planned, and you’d accidentally set off the alarms with some overzealous seasoning. As you bustled around the kitchen, you could hear the family joking in the living room about how it was good you were testing out the smoke alarms. 

So take out it was!

Sitting down to dinner with them felt like a small piece of normalcy in your otherwise chaotic life. They were your family now, and as you shared a meal together, you felt a sense of warmth and belonging that had been missing for a long time. The Muhammads’ daughter, Amira, asked you about your classes and asked if you would come to her volleyball tournament. Kaito, their son, was more interested in showing you his latest LEGO creation, proudly displaying it on the dining table as you all ate.

Mrs. Yukiji complimented you on the meal, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she assured you the smoke alarm incident was just part of the learning process. Mr. Muhammad, ever the gentle old guy, simply smiled and nodded, grateful for the effort you’d put in.

As the evening wound down and you walked them to the door, you felt a swell of gratitude for the way they’d welcomed you into their lives. It wasn’t just about signing the lease or moving into a new apartment; it was about building a support system, about knowing you weren’t alone in the world. You had Michael and the girls, the Muhammads, and even your new subscribers, all playing a part in helping you find your footing again.

���I should do another show soon.’

And as you stood in your new apartment, the sounds of the city filtering in through the window, you felt something you hadn’t in a long time: hope.

While you wash the dishes, Mrs. Yukiji approaches you quietly, her usual warm smile replaced with a concerned expression. She gently taps your shoulder, drawing you away from the sink. 

“Sweetheart,” she begins, her voice soft but serious, “I need to talk to you about something.” She reaches into her apron pocket and pulls out a small, yellow package. “This arrived for you, but… it’s from him.”

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of his name, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat. Kyoya—the one person you’ve been trying so hard to avoid, the reason you’d gone through all this trouble to stay off the grid.

Mrs. Yukiji sighs, her eyes filled with motherly concern. “I didn’t mean to snoop, but I’ve been trying to get all your mail redirected to your new place. When I saw this, I thought it was best to let you know right away.” She gently places the package in your hand.

“He’s been asking about you,” she continues, her brow furrowing slightly. “Living with us might have helped you stay hidden, but… you should be careful, my dear. You never know with men like that.”

You feel a rush of mixed emotions—fear, anxiety, but also a sense of safety standing here with her. 

“I don’t know what’s in that package, but…” Mrs. Yukiji’s voice softens further as she reaches up to kiss your temple, her short stature requiring her to stretch a bit. “Maybe you should open it at the police station, just in case it’s something… unpleasant. We’re here for you, remember that.”

Her words, though unsettling, carry the warmth and love that only someone who truly cares about you could offer.

Mrs. Yukiji gives you one last reassuring smile before she heads back to the living room. You watch her return to the cozy space, where Michael immediately makes room for her on the couch. The two of them share a brief exchange, and then Michael's gaze shifts back to you, her eyebrows lifting in curiosity.

You hold up the small yellow package, its presence a stark contrast to the warm, homey atmosphere of your new apartment. Michael tilts her head, a silent question in her eyes. You mouth the words, "Ex-man," with a touch of exasperation.

Michael's response is immediate and dramatic. She rolls her eyes, then, making sure no one else is watching, she pretends to choke herself, her expression a comically exaggerated mix of annoyance and disgust. The sight makes you stifle a laugh, your shoulders shaking with quiet giggles.

You set the package down inside the trash can, it doesn’t deserve a place in your new life—not on your new kitchen counters, not anywhere in this apartment that’s quickly becoming your sanctuary.

The small act of discarding it feels like a weight lifted from your chest, and when you glance back at Michael, she gives you a subtle thumbs-up, her eyes twinkling with approval.

You didn’t know what kind of statement he was trying to make but he could take it and shove it straight up his-

“The shows back on!”

“I’m coming!”

–

Up on the rooftop, Bakugou and Kirishima sit with their legs dangling over the edge, enjoying the fresh air as they dig into their convenience store haul. The city hums beneath them, but the height offers a certain peace that neither of them can get on the crowded streets below. Bakugou munches on a sandwich, the coffee he picked up doing little to shake the exhaustion clinging to him. Kirishima, always on alert, keeps watch while they eat, his eyes scanning the horizon.

Kirishima breaks the silence first, biting into an apple before glancing over at his friend. “You going back to that club tonight?”

Bakugou shrugs, hunching over as he chews, clearly not interested in the conversation. 

“Come on, bro,” Kirishima continues, trying to sound lighthearted. “I love seeing you get out there, but this isn’t the way to start living your life. You’re gonna get brain rot.” He tosses the rest of his apple toward Bakugou, who catches it effortlessly and glares at him.

“If I did, it’s from hanging out with you for so long,” Bakugou snaps back, rubbing his tired eyes. The coffee isn’t doing its job, but he refuses to pump himself full of those sugary energy drinks that make him feel like crap later.

Kirishima just grins and scoots a little closer. “Come on, man, you gonna tell me what’s up or am I not your bestie anymore?”

Bakugou groans, burying his face in his hands. “I met someone.”

Silence hangs in the air, and when Bakugou looks up, he sees Kirishima staring blankly at him, mouth slightly open.

“What?” Bakugou barks, annoyed.

“Nothing, nothing. Continue.” Kirishima quickly shakes himself out of it, but there’s a hint of surprise lingering on his face.

Bakugou glares, but then sighs, the weight of his thoughts pushing down on him. “I met someone at one of those stupid hangouts Pikachu organized. Now I can’t stop thinking about them.”

Kirishima props his chin on his fist, considering this. “Did you not grab their number or something?”

“No.”

“So you’ve been bummed because you met someone you were interested in and didn’t take a chance?”

“Her.”

“Excuse me?”

“I didn’t grab her number,” Bakugou clarifies, emphasizing the word with a scowl.

Kirishima blinks rapidly, processing this new information. “You got something to say?” Bakugou challenges, a dangerous edge to his tone.

“No, no, I just—well, I’m a little surprised,” Kirishima admits, holding up his hands in surrender. “So you’ve been going back, hoping to run into her again?”

“I do run into her, but she’s on the clock, and I don’t wanna mess up her shifts.”

Kirishima, assuming this mystery woman must be a bartender or something similar, nods sagely. “Ah, yeah, bro, it’s not manly to hit on someone while they’re working.”

Bakugou grunts in agreement, still looking a little lost in his thoughts. 

“Tell that to your fangirls,” Bakugou adds, his tone a mix of irritation and amusement. “Would it kill you to put on a shirt once in a while?” Kirishima laughs, the sound booming through the quiet evening air. “Hey! You get crowded way more than me, and the shirt would get ruined anyway! It would be like trying to groom a pineapple!��� 

Despite himself, Bakugou smirks at that, shaking his head. “You’re such a dumbass.”

“Yeah, but I’m your dumbass,” Kirishima shoots back with a grin, bumping Bakugou’s shoulder playfully. “And I’m telling you, man, you gotta figure this out. Whether you want to admit it or not, this is getting to you.”

Bakugou looks out at the skyline, his smirk fading as his thoughts drift back to the club, to the mysterious woman who’s somehow taken root in his mind. Maybe Kirishima’s right. Maybe he needs to do something about this before it drives him crazy.

His eyes narrowed as he stared out at the city, the cool breeze doing little to calm the turmoil in his mind. He had half a mind to pull out his phone and check it—just to see if you had responded to his message—but he stopped himself. It was a stupid idea. He knew it. The last thing he needed was to get caught up in something that would only distract him more.

With a frustrated sigh, he shoved his phone deeper into his pocket, deciding to ignore it for now. Kirishima was finishing up his sandwich, glancing over at Bakugou every now and then with a concerned look.

The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity as they finished their patrol. The usual rhythm of their shift felt off, each passing second grating against Bakugou’s nerves. He could hardly focus on anything else, his mind continuously drifting back to that night, to you, and how you had somehow managed to take up residence in his thoughts.

Finally, the clock ticked over, signaling the end of their shift. Bakugou almost bolted for the door, eager to escape the endless loop of thoughts running through his mind. But as they were getting ready to leave, he vaguely remembered something his manager had mentioned earlier—something about a meeting with another agency. He brushed it off for now, deciding that whatever it was, it could wait. All he wanted was to go home and try to decompress.

Kirishima, always considerate, ordered takeout for dinner. He knew Bakugou would come out later, like a rat in the night, to eat whatever was left. When they got home, Kirishima made sure to leave Bakugou’s food in the fridge, his way of looking out for his best friend.

“Hey, I’m heading out with Mina,” Kirishima said as he popped his head into Bakugou’s room, checking in one last time before he left. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Bakugou grumbled, though they both knew it was a half-truth at best.

Kirishima gave him a reassuring smile. “Alright, man. Try to get some rest, okay?”

Bakugou nodded, already turning over in bed as Kirishima flicked off the lights, leaving only the lamp and bathroom light on. The AC hummed softly, keeping the room at a comfortable level.

Despite how much he wanted to sleep, Bakugou found himself wide awake, staring up at the ceiling with red, swollen eyes. The exhaustion weighed on him, but his mind refused to shut down. He kept replaying everything—your face, the way you moved, the sound of your voice. It all kept circling in his head, a constant reminder of what he couldn’t seem to let go.

He clenched his fists, frustrated with himself for letting this get to him. This wasn’t like him. He was Katsuki Bakugou, for crying out loud. He didn’t let things like this mess with his head. And yet, here he was, unable to find peace, unable to shake the feeling that something was missing.

‘You know what’s missing.’

The night dragged on, the quiet ticking of the clock only serving to amplify the silence in his room. Bakugou closed his eyes, willing sleep to come, but all he could see was you—dancing in his mind, haunting his every thought.

"Lemme find out that bitch quirked me," Bakugou muttered under his breath, the frustration evident in his voice. He kicked the blankets off the mattress, feeling the oppressive heat of the night suffocating him. The city's lights, filtering in through the blinds, cast a harsh glare across his room, making it feel even hotter. The bed seemed to cling to him, its scratchy fabric rubbing against his skin in a way that only heightened his discomfort.

He tossed and turned, replaying the evening over and over in his mind. Despite taking a shower earlier, he felt as though he needed another one, desperate to wash away the residual restlessness clinging to him. 

But it wasn’t just physical discomfort; it was the emotional turmoil that gnawed at him. The moment your eyes met, there was something so profoundly different about you. 

He couldn’t stop thinking about how soft and delicate your features had been, how you had looked so soft  and huggable. The warmth in his stomach had spread to his chest, a feeling that was both alien and oddly comforting. You had respected his personal space, never making things awkward, never pushing boundaries. It was a rare feeling for him—being treated with such genuine humanity without any judgment.

The warmth in his chest felt like a conflicting beacon, pulling him towards thoughts of you even as he tried to push them away. He rolled over to glance at the clock on his bedside table, the bright red digits glaring back at him:

12:05 AM

Bakugou groaned, dragging a hand through his tousled hair. This was ridiculous. He couldn’t let a simple encounter with someone mess with his head like this. He needed to get some sleep, to clear his mind. But the more he tried to push the thoughts away, the more vividly they replayed in his head—the glow of your features, the way you had made him feel seen, the peculiar comfort that came from being in your presence.

He let out a frustrated sigh and buried his face in his pillow. Maybe it was just a fleeting connection, something that would fade with time. But for now, the city's lights and the ticking of the clock seemed to mock him, keeping him wide awake as he wrestled with the feelings that had unexpectedly crept into his life.

Bakugou closed his eyes, willing himself to steady his breathing. The room was still, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the faint sounds of the city outside. He focused on his breath, in and out, trying to anchor himself in the present. But as much as he tried to push the thoughts away, his mind wandered back to you. The memory of your dance played in his head like a vivid daydream, accompanied by the beat of that song you had chosen for him.

He had been listening to it on his Spotify since that night. The lyrics had burrowed into his brain, especially that one line that made it feel so personal. He knew he was an arrogant asshole—he was better than he was in high school, but that line had hit something deeper. As the song played in his head, he could almost see your silhouette, the way you had moved so fluidly, so intimately, like you were dancing just for him.

Katsuki shifted on his bed, his fingers absentmindedly drumming against the mattress as the scene replayed in his mind. The way your body moved, the way your eyes had locked onto his even through the barrier of glass. It had felt so personal, as if you knew him, really knew him, in a way no one else did. He could feel the tension in his chest, the yearning to hold you, to reach out and touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin against his.

But at the same time, he hesitated. He didn't want to mess everything up with his abrasive personality or his bad attitude. He didn't want to come off as a prick or discover that you weren't anything like the version of you he had built up in his head. The fear of ruining something before it even had a chance to begin gnawed at him.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white against the dark sheets, and then released them, repeating the action several times as if it could somehow dispel the restless energy coursing through him. The song's lyrics echoed in his mind, the word "loyalty" standing out above the rest. Bakugou hated liars. He hated posers. He hated pushy people who invaded his space. He could at least tolerate his former classmates, even if they were dumbasses most of the time. But with you... it was different. You hadn’t pushed. You hadn’t judged. You had just been there, existing in his space without making him feel crowded.

And then there was that heart you had drawn on the glass.

His breath hitched at the memory. That simple, playful gesture had done something to him. It had felt like a connection, something unspoken but real. He wanted to reach out, to touch that heart, to feel the warmth behind it. But at the same time, he was terrified of shattering the peace you seemed to have.

Katsuki sat up, running a hand through his messy hair, the strands sticking up at odd angles. The red digits on his clock now read 12:15 AM, and the night felt like it would never end. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the cool floor. The tension in his body refused to ease, and he found himself standing up, pacing the small space of his room. The shadows shifted with his movements, the city lights casting faint patterns on the walls.

He stopped by the window, staring out at the city below, his hands gripping the windowsill. He wanted to see you again, to experience that connection once more. But he was torn—between wanting to pull you into his life and wanting to keep his distance, afraid of what might happen if he let himself get too close. 

Bakugou sighed, the sound heavy in the quiet of the room, and leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window. He didn’t have answers, only the frustrating knowledge that you had gotten under his skin in a way no one else ever had. 

And now, he didn’t know how to get you out.

Bakugou gripped the curtains beside him, his fingers twisting the fabric as he closed his eyes and forced himself to relive that moment. That stupid, reckless moment when he had stood up and placed his hand on the glass, reaching out to you without thinking. 

He couldn’t see you clearly through the barrier, but he could tell you were smaller than him—tiny, almost. The way your head tilted when you noticed his hand against the glass made his heart lurch, and for a second, he almost pulled away, knowing he had startled you.

But something had kept him there. Stubbornness, or desire—he didn’t know what it was, but he willed himself to stay, to hold his ground. And then you did it. You placed your smaller hand against his, mirroring his gesture, and in that instant, he swore he felt something stir within him. It was as if his heart had started beating again, pounding against his ribs with a force he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Hot electricity had shot through his fingertips, through his palm, down his arm, and into his chest. The sensation had been overwhelming, pooling around his heart, suffusing it with warmth and life. It was as if you had reached inside him and jump-started it, breathing new energy into something that had been dormant for far too long. The intensity of it had taken him by surprise, and for a moment, he’d felt utterly exposed, vulnerable in a way he hadn’t allowed himself to be in years.

‘Might as well have shot me,’ he thought, a bitter laugh bubbling up in his throat. No, it was more than that. It was like you had stabbed him, plunged a knife into his chest. Stabbing was much more intimate, after all—something personal, something that you had to think out.

"Fuck, no. Don’t think like that," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as if to dislodge the thought.

His grip on the curtains tightened, his knuckles turning white as he shut his eyes again, trying to block out the image of you standing there, just on the other side of that glass. When he opened his eyes, he felt sick, the room spinning around him as he looked down at the city below. The bright lights that usually made him feel alive now made him dizzy, disoriented, like the ground beneath him was shifting. He wasn’t afraid of heights—he never had been—so why did it feel like the floor was falling out from under him?

Why was there a sharp pain in his chest, like something was tearing him apart from the inside? 

His breath hitched, and for the first time in a long time, Bakugou felt like he was drowning in emotions he couldn’t control. The city stretched out beneath him, vast and indifferent, and he felt so small, so insignificant against it all. He hated feeling like this, hated the weakness that gnawed at him. 

Why couldn’t you be here to save him? 

The thought was irrational, pathetic even, but it clawed at him, a desperate longing he couldn’t shake. He didn’t need saving—he never had. He was Katsuki Bakugou, for fuck’s sake. He was strong, capable, a force to be reckoned with. But right now, all he wanted was for you to be there, to pull him out of this spiral before it swallowed him whole. 

He released the curtains and stumbled back from the window, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His hand pressed against his chest as if he could somehow calm the storm raging inside him, but it was no use. You weren’t there, and he was left to face the crushing emptiness on his own.

Bakugou’s mind was a chaotic mess, torn between the urge to race down to your club and the instinct to keep his distance. How desperate would he have to be to show up there, to corner you with his feelings? He could already imagine it—the awkward encounter, the way you’d probably smile politely while thinking of the countless other clients who had begged for your attention, begged you to go out with them. He wasn’t just another guy, he knew that. But would you see him that way?

The thought of fucking everything up gnawed at him. What if he came off as a stalker, some creep who couldn’t take a hint? And what if—God, what if you were already in a relationship? What if you were happy with someone else, someone who wasn’t an arrogant, short-tempered asshole like him? The idea made him sick, but it was a reality he had to consider.

How selfish did he need to be before he lost his morality?

The question echoed in his mind, and for a moment, he was frozen in place, staring out at the city lights. But then something inside him snapped. He couldn’t stand the uncertainty, the not knowing. He had to do something—anything to alleviate the pressure building in his chest.

Without thinking, he turned away from the window and went back to his bed, grabbing his phone off the nightstand. His fingers were trembling as he unlocked it and scrolled through his messages, searching for the one he had sent you earlier. It was simple, direct, but it had taken him way too long to hit send.

Spiceman420: “You streaming tonight?”

That was it. He’d stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity before finally sending it. It wasn’t much, but it was all he could manage without sounding like a complete idiot. 

Now, as he sat on the edge of his bed, he hesitated again. His thumb hovered over the screen, debating whether to check if you’d responded. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his anxiety growing with each passing second. But eventually, he couldn’t resist. He tapped the message thread and felt his breath hitch when he saw that you were online—right now.

His heart did somersaults as he saw the small notification indicating that you had replied. With a mix of dread and hope, he opened the message.

xxPrincess Diamondxx: “Hey! Sorry I missed your message. :p I was soo tired but I’m doing a little something tonight. I was hoping you’d join me :) Here’s a personal invite just for you.”

You’d sent him a direct invite to your stream, something personal, just for him. Bakugou’s heart raced as he read the words over and over, his mind struggling to process that you had actually reached out to him, that you had thought of him. His fingers trembled as he fumbled for his earbuds, desperate to hear your voice again, even if it was only through a screen.

He quickly accepted the invite, feeling his nerves spike as the screen loaded. The cool night air brushed against his skin as he unlocked the window and stepped outside, needing the fresh air to steady himself. He sat on the ledge, his feet dangling over the side as he waited for the stream to start. The city lights below shimmered like a sea of stars, but all he could focus on was the anticipation building in his chest.

As the stream connected, the familiar interface of the platform greeted him, and he took a deep breath. He was about to see you again, even if it was just a virtual encounter. The thought both thrilled and terrified him. He didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know if he was ready to face you again, but there was no turning back now.

The screen flickered, and there you were. His breath caught in his throat as he saw you appear, the soft glow of your setup highlighting your features. You looked just as beautiful as he remembered, maybe even more so. The sight of you sent a wave of warmth through his body, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he settled in to watch.

His fingers clenched around the phone, his heart still pounding as he tried to calm his racing thoughts. He didn’t know what was going to happen next, but for now, he was content just to be here, just to see you. He adjusted his earbuds and leaned back against the window frame, letting the cool night air wash over him as he watched you, the tension in his chest slowly giving way to a strange sense of peace.

—-

You and Michael spent hours putting together that furniture, each piece stubbornly resisting your efforts until you finally caved and called some friends for backup. They brought their boyfriends along, who managed to figure out the assembly after watching a few YouTube videos. Finally, your guest bedroom transformed into a cuter, more posh version of your old basement setup.

The room is undeniably feminine and inviting, with soft pink bedsheets draped over a plush, cozy bed that beckons you to sink into it. The furniture, painted in delicate shades of white and cream, has a vintage charm, with intricate details and personal touches scattered throughout. A vanity sits against one wall, its mirror framed by warm lights, perfect for your evening rituals. The decor reflects your personality—elegant yet playful, with framed photos, scented candles, and soft throws adding warmth to the space.

You’ve lit some candles, their flickering flames casting a soft glow around the room. Your new guest bedroom is a cozy, feminine retreat, far more inviting than the old basement setup. You slip into your cherry red robe, the silky fabric hugging your figure nicely. The robe, a recent purchase, was a little indulgence you allowed yourself, and every time you put it on, it ironically reminds you of a client’s eyes. His intense gaze had left a lasting impression, one that still lingers in your mind. 

But you shake off the thought as you prepare for the night.

As you go live, the chat comes alive with messages, tips, and comments pouring in from your adoring fans. You smile, welcoming everyone warmly and explaining that after a whirlwind of life changes, you wanted to share a relaxing, intimate night with them. 

The atmosphere in the chat is buzzing with affection and curiosity as they ask you questions, their excitement palpable through the screen. You're in control, dictating the pace, and it feels empowering. Tonight, you're going to unwind with them, but on your terms.

You continue with your nightly routine, grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste. The chat buzzes with activity as you brush your teeth, some viewers commenting on how meticulous you are while others ask about your skincare products. Once your teeth are brushed, you reach for your moisturizer, applying it in gentle circles across your face.

BlushBerry: “Your skin literally glows! I need your entire skincare line!”

LunarDreamer:“I love how thorough you are with everything. It’s so relaxing to watch.”

You smile, feeling the cool moisturizer absorb into your skin. “Thanks, guys. I try to be consistent. It’s like a little ritual for me every night.”

With your skin now hydrated and fresh, you move to the closet, taking your time to pick out an outfit for work tomorrow. You slide the hangers across the rod before settling on something particularly spicy—a black, lacy bodysuit with sheer panels, paired with a sleek denim mini skirt and thigh-high boots. You hold the outfit up for the camera, grinning mischievously as the chat erupts.

Yourmom69: “Whoa, that’s hot! What’s the occasion?”*

ShadowKnight: “Damn, that’s a killer outfit. Can we get a full view?”

You chuckle as you lay the outfit out on the bed, adjusting the camera to show it off. “Let’s just say I like to keep things interesting. Gotta keep the workday spicy, right?”

Retrofan23: “What do you do for work that you get to wear something like that?”

You tilt your head playfully, leaning closer to the camera. “Oh, you know...I like to keep secrets. Any ideas?” You shoot them a teasing wink, watching as the chat goes wild with guesses ranging from model to dancer to secret agent.

As you finish setting up for tomorrow, you prop your phone against a stack of textbooks, making sure the angle captures you perfectly. You slip into bed, the plush pink sheets almost swallowing you whole as you sink into the mattress. The softness is immediately soothing, and you can’t help but let out a small, content sigh as you settle in.

The chat explodes again, filled with compliments and heart emojis.

GoldenSunset: “You look so cute and comfy! Those sheets are everything.”

VelvetRose: “That bed looks like heaven! And you in it? Perfection.”

You smile, feeling the warmth of the bed and the affectionate words from your viewers. As you shift slightly, your robe loosens, revealing the little white shorts you’re wearing underneath. The movement also causes the robe to slip off one shoulder, teasing just a hint of cleavage, enough to drive the chat wild.

StarGazer88: “Those shorts! 😍 And dem shoulders girl… wow.”*

FrightenedFae: “No bra? You’re spoiling us!”*

You laugh softly, pulling the robe back up a bit but leaving it just loose enough to keep them guessing. “You guys are too much. But hey, it’s all about comfort, right? Gotta be cozy before bed.”

Yourmom69: “You’re killing me with these vibes. It’s like I’m right there with you.”

You lean back against the pillows, relaxing as the chat continues to buzz with energy. “So, what about you guys? What do you do to unwind before bed? Any special routines?”

The responses come in quickly, with viewers sharing their own nightly rituals, from reading to meditating to watching their favorite shows. The exchange is easy and familiar, a reminder of the connection you’ve built with your community. You feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you, knowing that you’ve created a space where everyone can come together, share, and simply be themselves.

Bakugou sat on his fire escape, the cool night air doing little to calm the heat simmering in his chest. His phone was propped up on his knee, earbuds snug in his ears, and his eyes glued to the screen where you were live, talking and interacting with your viewers. He wished it wasn’t just pixels. The way you moved, the way you smiled—it all felt so real, but also so far out of reach. 

He hated it. Hated how he felt jealous of these random extras, these faceless usernames who got to see parts of you, even if it was just a sliver of your world. He clenched his jaw, trying to shake the feeling. It was crazy, irrational even, but the thought of sharing you with anyone made his blood boil. He wanted you all for himself. No sharing, no competing with anyone else for your attention.

The way you teased your viewers, that playful glint in your eye as you read their comments, only made it worse. Bakugou leaned forward, his grip on his phone tightening. The robe you were wearing had slipped just enough to show a hint of your bare shoulder, and the chat was going wild. He let out a frustrated breath, eyes narrowing as he caught sight of more tips rolling in, each one paired with comments that made his skin crawl.

“This is stupid,” he muttered to himself, though his eyes never left the screen. His thumb hovered over the button to close out the stream, to just shut it all down, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he scrolled down to the premium options, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew it was a line he shouldn’t cross, but he was already too far gone.

With a few taps, he purchased the beginner package, a part of him cursing himself for being so damn desperate. The screen flickered, and suddenly, he had access to some exclusive content—photos, videos, things you didn’t share with the general public. 

The first thing he did was pull up one of the videos, the thumbnail alone making his breath hitch. You were sitting in that same plush bed, the one he had just seen live, but this time, you were holding the camera, your voice low and intimate as you spoke to whoever was watching. Him, now. 

His mind raced as he watched, every word you said feeling like it was directed at him, like you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. The way you moved, the way you looked directly into the camera—it was all so personal, so intoxicatingly close, and yet still just out of his reach.

He could hear you asking the viewers questions, your voice soft and teasing, like you were right there beside him. You were brushing your teeth now, the mundane task somehow feeling so intimate, and Bakugou couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to share those moments with you, to be the one in your space, not just another username in a chat.

When you held up that outfit—damn, that outfit—his breath caught in his throat. The chat was going wild, and he could feel his own heartbeat quicken as you laid the clothes out, teasing the viewers with a playful smirk. He could almost hear you in his head, taunting him with that same mischievous tone. 

You were speaking again, responding to a question about why you chose such a risky outfit. “What do you think I do for work?” you teased, your eyes glinting with amusement. 

Bakugou swallowed hard, his eyes locked on the screen. He could feel the heat rising in his chest again, that possessiveness creeping back in. How could these idiots not know? How could they not see what he saw?

He watched as you set up your phone, getting ready to climb into bed, the chat lighting up with compliments and guesses about your job. His eyes followed every movement, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t push away. The robe slipped up further, revealing the little white shorts you were wearing underneath, and the fact that you weren’t wearing a bra was painfully obvious now. 

“Damn it,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, his frustration mounting. You were so close, just within reach, and yet all he had were these damn videos and livestreams. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

He could feel his hands trembling as he adjusted his earbuds, his focus entirely on you now. The way you interacted with the chat, the way you responded to the endless stream of comments—it all felt so natural, so effortless. You were everything he didn’t know he wanted, and it was driving him insane.

But he couldn’t stop. Even as his mind screamed at him to shut it down, to stop torturing himself with something he could never have, he couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t want to be just another viewer, another faceless fan. He wanted more, needed more. 

As you settled into bed, adjusting your robe slipping just enough to tease, Bakugou’s heart raced. He didn’t care about the others watching, didn’t care about the chat or the tips. All he could think about was you, the way you looked, the way you spoke, the way you made him feel. And in that moment, he knew he was hooked. 

But damn, did it make him feel like a fool.

You snuggle into your pillow, feeling its softness beneath your cheek as the chat continues to buzz with activity. Messages flood in, viewers asking all sorts of questions about your routine and your life.

xxPinkswirl: "Why don’t you have any plushies on your bed? You’d look so cute with them!"

The question catches you off guard. For a moment, a flicker of a memory—your ex cutting and burning your beloved stuffed animals—flashes through your mind. Fucking asshole couldn't stand not being the center of your attention. Anything that wasn't him, had to go. The fear of anything not plain has lingered, but you push the thought aside and smile at the camera.

“I just haven’t gotten around to it yet,” you say, voice light. “But I do love plushies!”

The chat explodes with comments, viewers finding your response adorable.

Yourmom69: "Aww, what kinds do you like?" 

You giggled, your fingers playing with the edge of your robe. "Big, soft ones that I can really squeeze. Maybe something with a cute face that makes you just want to cuddle it all day." You were resting on your pillow again with your leg propped up. 

StarGazer88: "We need to get you some plushies ASAP!" 

Retrofan23: "Can we send you some? 😍"

FrightenedFae: I’ll be your plushie

Bakugou watches from his fire escape, a mix of emotions churning inside him. He feels a pang of embarrassment for wanting to keep you all to himself, even though he knows it’s irrational. The thought of others seeing this soft, intimate side of you drives him a little crazy. Without hesitation, he navigates to your shopping list, searching for a way to make your space feel more personal, more like home. But when he finds it empty, a surge of determination courses through him. He needs to ask you directly.

He buys some outfits you have on there, the extra cost barely registering in his mind as he clicks through your photos and videos, heart pounding with every new image. The way you move, the softness in your voice, even in these small moments, he’s captivated.

Back in your room, you notice a question from a username you don’t immediately recognize.

Spiceman420: “What kind of plushies do you want?”

You pause, a smile spreading across your face as you read the message. “Hmm, I think I’d love anything soft and cuddly—maybe a big bear. I need something cute and fluffy,” you reply, voice softening. “What about you all? What’s your favorite kind?”

The chat lights up again, and Bakugou leans back against the cool metal railing, his heart beating just a little faster as he imagines surprising you with something you’d love.

Yourmom69: "What’s your favorite comfort food?"

You stretched out, letting the soft bed cradle you as you thought about it. "Definitely mac and cheese," you replied with a playful smirk. "But it has to be the really cheesy kind, none of that watery stuff."

StarGazer88: "Are you into any video games?"

You rolled your eyes in a bratty manner. "Maybe, but only if they don’t waste my time," you teased, winking at the camera. "I get bored easily, so it better be worth it."

As you answered, Bakugou was leaning against the railing of his fire escape, tablet balanced on his knee, while his phone screen was filled with images of teddy bears. He kept scrolling, determined to find one that matched your description—something big, soft, and with an endearing little face.

Retrofan23: "Do you have any guilty pleasures?"

You bit your lip, pretending to ponder the question before answering. "Maybe," you said, dragging out the word. "But if I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret, would it?"

Bakugou’s heart skipped a beat as he watched you, his fingers still tapping away on his phone. He found a bear that seemed perfect—soft, huggable, and with an expression that almost screamed, “Cuddle me.” He paused, contemplating before sending a message to you.

FrightenedFae: "What’s your favorite time of year?"

You grinned, curling into the pillow a bit more. "Winter," you answered, your tone a bit softer. "I love the cold, cozy nights, hot cocoa, and the way everything feels a little more magical."

Total lie actually. You hated not celebrating because of that jerk. But you wanted to experience it like in the movies and TV shows that kept you company. Spring was always better because it meant that your depression was over and summer would be there soon to warm you up again. 

Bakugou’s breath hitched as he readied himself to send the message. He was nervous—something that didn’t happen often, but this was different. You were different.

Spiceman420: Found something that might be your type. Mind if I send it your way?

He sent the message, his thumb hovering over the screen as if he could somehow will a response from you. Meanwhile, you were adjusting your phone, propping it against a pillow to get a better angle, unaware of the chaos you were causing in the chat.

Yourmom69: “I’m still caught up on the lack of plushies. I wanna see you surrounded by them!” 

“Maybe I'll start a new collection soon.~"

As the chat exploded with suggestions, Bakugou’s phone buzzed with your reply. His eyes widened slightly, and his pulse quickened as he read your response, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He quickly started searching for the best way to get that bear to you, his mind filled with thoughts of how you’d react when you saw it. He could picture you holding it close, smiling—maybe even thinking of him when you did.

You laugh again, the sound light and genuine as you shake your head. "You guys are being too generous," you say, warmth seeping into your tone. "But fine, I’ll make a list. Just one plushie at a time, though! That way, no one gets left out."

As the chat continues to buzz with excitement, Bakugou leans back against the wall, his heart still racing. His hand grips his phone tightly, and he can’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips. Watching you smile at his gift, even through a screen, feels oddly fulfilling.

He glances at the time on his tablet, realizing how long he’s been watching, but he doesn’t care. For now, he’s content to stay right where he is, just a little closer to you, even if it’s through a screen.

You scan through the chat, eyes catching a message you’d somehow missed. "Oh no, did I miss something from Spiceman420 ?" you ask aloud, teasingly adding, "Go ahead, but it better not be anything weird!" You laugh softly, leaning back against your pillows, the light from your screen casting a soft glow over your face.

Meanwhile, Bakugou is sitting on the edge of his bed, his tablet propped up on a makeshift stand of books and a few old magazines. His fingers hover over his phone screen as he quickly types the link to a fluffy blond teddy bear he’d found, slamming it into the chat. The moment he hits send, his heart races, watching for your reaction.

Your screen lights up with the image of the teddy bear, and the chat immediately bursts into a chorus of oo’s and awe’s. 

Yourmom69: That’s so cute!  

StarGazer88: Awww, I love it!  

Retrofan23: That bear’s got style.  

FrightenedFae: It would be perfect for you!

You tilt your head slightly, inspecting the bear. "Okay, I have to admit, that’s really cute," you say, your voice softening. "I could use a little guy to cuddle with and keep me company.” 

Bakugou’s lips twitch into a small smile as he sees your reaction. Without hesitating, he taps into his account and tips you enough to cover both the bear and its shipping. He feels a mix of satisfaction and a strange, unfamiliar warmth as he watches you consider his gift.

"Whoa, looks like Spiceman420 is really spoiling me tonight," you say with a playful lilt in your voice. "Thank you so much!" You glance at the growing number of comments scrolling up the screen.

Yourmom69: You’re so lucky!  

StarGazer88: We need to get her more plushies you guys!  

Retrofan23: Make a shopping list, we’ll cover it all!  

FrightenedFae: Let us spoil you!

You felt a little panic rise into your chest at the idea of owning plushies again. But you could just keep them inside the room as props. That’s all they would be, props.

As the chat continues to buzz with excitement, Bakugou leans back against the wall, his heart still racing. His hand grips his phone tightly, and he can’t help the small smirk tugging at his lips. Watching you smile at his gift, even through a screen, feels oddly fulfilling.

He glances at the time on his tablet, realizing how long he’s been watching, but he doesn’t care. For now, he’s content to stay right where he is, just a little closer to you, even if it’s through a screen.

As you continue chatting with your viewers, a large tip notification pops up on your screen, nearly making you do a double-take. "$500?!" you exclaim, a mix of surprise and amusement in your voice. The accompanying message reads:

"Put on some lotion for us, please."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "You know, I can’t say no to that," you tease, your voice dropping to a sultry tone. The chat goes wild with excitement, the screen filling with heart emojis and messages encouraging you.

Meanwhile, Bakugou, who had been half-distracted by his own thoughts, immediately perks up, his vermillion eyes widening at the sudden turn of events. He sits up straighter, his jaw tightening slightly as he watches you on the screen. His eyebrows raise in surprise, but he can’t tear his gaze away.

You make a show of it, slowly walking over to your vanity and grabbing a bottle of lotion. "I guess you all want a little show, huh?" you say, your voice soft and teasing. The way you drag out your words only makes the anticipation grow, and you can see the chat explode with excitement.

Yourmom69: Damn ma, you sexy!!  

StarGazer88: This is gonna be good!  

Retrofan23: Can’t wait to see this!  

FrightenedFae: I’m dying already!

You stand up and move gracefully back to your vanity, the soft light from your candles casting a warm, golden glow on your skin. Bakugou watches intently as you sit on the stool, positioning yourself just right for the camera. The robe you’re wearing shifts slightly, revealing a bit more of your thigh as you sit down, and you can almost hear the collective gasp from your audience.

As you pour a generous amount of lotion into your hands, you rub them together slowly, the sound of your hands moving against each other barely audible but strangely intimate. The way you start at your ankles, (you not showing your feet for free working the lotion into your skin with deliberate, sensual movements, has Bakugou leaning in closer to his screen. His eyes are locked on you, his heart pounding in his chest as he watches you slowly massage the lotion up your calves, over your knees, and then up your thighs. 

His throat feels dry, and he swallows hard, trying to regain some semblance of composure. But it’s no use; he’s completely captivated by the sight of you. The soft, deliberate way you move, the way your fingers glide over your skin, it’s all too much. His breathing becomes shallow, his heart hammering as he watches you.

You glance up at the camera, your eyes meeting his through the screen, and he swears you can see him. The connection feels almost tangible, like you’re right there in the room with him. You tilt your head slightly, giving the camera a knowing look before standing up and moving behind a decorative divider.

The chat goes wild, messages flying in faster than you can read them.

Yourmom69: OMG, this is everything!  

StarGazer88: She’s killing me!  

Retrofan23: I wanna bite into those calves!  

FrightenedFae: I’m gonna die from your beauty!!

You drape the robe over the divider, leaving you only in those tiny white shorts. Bakugou’s eyes narrow as he tries to catch a glimpse of you beyond the screen. He can feel his body tense up, his fists clenching and unclenching as he imagines what you’re doing just out of view. The way you casually reach for more lotion, the sound of your skin rubbing against the fabric, it’s all driving him crazy.

When you pick up your rob and finally emerge from behind the divider, your skin glistening, the chat erupts once again. The tips flood in, and you can’t help but smile at the overwhelming response.

Yourmom69: She’s glowing!  

StarGazer88: I can’t breathe!!  

GoldenSunset: Take all my money!  

FrightenedFae: I’m dead.  

Bakugou’s eyes stay locked on you as you move back to the bed, every movement slow and deliberate. The robe has slipped off one of your shoulders again, revealing just enough skin to make his pulse quicken. He’s never felt like this before, never been so captivated by someone, and it frustrates him how much he wants you.

His fingers tremble slightly as he picks up his phone, the desire to send you another message, another tip, burning in the back of his mind. He wants to be the one to spoil you, to have your attention, but he also wants more than just this screen between you.

As you settle back onto your bed, snuggling into your pillow, Bakugou feels a pang of jealousy. All these other viewers get to see this side of you, but he wants more. He wants to know you, to hold you, to be the one who makes you smile like that. 

He watches as you respond to the chat, your voice soft and teasing, your eyes sparkling with mischief. His heart aches with the realization that he’s falling for you, but for now, he’s content to just watch, to soak in every moment, and to dream of the day when he might have more than just pixels between you.

Bakugou blinked, realizing the time displayed on his tablet—1:00 AM. The fatigue was heavy in his body, but sleep still eluded him. He rubbed a hand over his face, feeling the exhaustion tugging at him, but his mind was still racing, filled with thoughts of you.

Would you take a request without him sending any money? The idea felt ridiculous. He clenched his jaw, feeling the knots in his stomach tighten. Bakugou wasn't one to ask for favors, much less from someone he barely knew, but the thought nagged at him, refusing to let go. Before he could overthink it, he typed out a simple message and hit send, his heart pounding in his chest.

Back on your end, you were just getting settled back into your bed, the soft pillows cradling your head as you answered a few more questions from the chat. The tips had slowed down a bit, and the energy was starting to wind down as everyone began to relax with you. Your eyes skimmed over the messages, a soft smile playing on your lips as you responded.

 The chat is alive with comments and questions, but one message catches your eye.

Spiceman420: "I can't sleep. Can you help?"

Your heart goes out to the person behind the username. You understand what it feels like to struggle with sleep, especially when your mind won’t quiet down. You smile softly at the camera, your expression sympathetic. 

"Oh, I’m sorry to hear that you can’t sleep, Spiceman420," you say gently. "What can I do to help you out?"

The chat buzzes with activity as you wait for his response, your eyes scanning the messages flying in.

Yourmom69 : Aww, how sweet! LunarDreamer : She’s such a caring person! Retrofan23 : Maybe a bedtime story? FrightenedFae: Some soft music, maybe?

You glance back at the screen, waiting for Spiceman420 to reply, genuinely wanting to help him relax and find some peace.

On the other side of the screen, Bakugou feels his heart rate spike. He hadn’t expected you to notice his message so quickly, let alone respond so kindly. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and types out his request, hoping it isn’t too much to ask.

Your eyes light up as you see his next message pop up.

Spiceman420: "Could you maybe just talk for a bit? About anything."

You nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Of course, I can do that. Sometimes just hearing someone’s voice can be really soothing." You adjust your position on the bed, making yourself comfortable, and begin to speak, your voice gentle and calming.

"I’ll tell you about my day then," you start, settling in. "My bestie and I spent hours putting together some new furniture for my bedroom. It’s looking really cute now. I tried cooking some stir fry but ended up setting off the smoke alarm."

As you continue talking, you notice the chat reacting positively, your viewers appreciating the more personal glimpse into your life.

Bakugou leans back against his bed, his eyes closing as he listens to you. Your voice is soothing, a gentle lull that begins to ease the tension in his body. He can almost picture the room you’re describing, imagining the warmth and comfort of it.

You keep going, answering a few more questions from your viewers, occasionally glancing at the screen to see the messages coming in.

Yourmom69 : That sounds lovely! StarGazer88 : Can we see the room again sometime? Retrofan23 : I bet it looks amazing! FrightenedFae: I love pink sheets!

You smile, feeling a sense of connection with your audience. "Maybe I’ll do a room tour tomorrow," you say playfully. "But for now, let’s just relax together. Is there anything else you’d like to hear about, Spiceman420?"

You wait for his response, genuinely wanting to help him feel at ease, your voice continuing to be a soothing presence in the night. The chat immediately responded with supportive comments.

Yourmom69 : That’s so sweet of you! StarGazer88 : I love this idea! Retrofan23 : Spiceman’s lucky! VelvetRose: You’re such a sweetheart, helping everyone like this.

As you waited for Spiceman420’s response, you adjusted your robe, pulling it a bit tighter around you for comfort. The soft glow from the candles cast a warm light across your room, making the pink bedsheets look even more inviting. You shifted slightly on your bed, the plush mattress sinking just enough to cradle you comfortably.

Meanwhile, Bakugou was staring at his tablet, his heart thudding in his chest. He hadn't expected you to respond so quickly, or with so much warmth. He bit his lip, his fingers hovering over the screen as he considered what to say. Before he could overthink it, he typed a simple, “Whatever works for you” and hit send. He set his phone down on his lap, his leg bouncing slightly with restless energy as he waited.

Your eyes flicked to the screen, catching his response. A soft smile curled on your lips. "Alright, Spiceman," you said gently, your voice warm and soothing. "Let’s see what we can do."

Before you could continue, another notification pinged in the chat.

FrightenedFae just tipped $700.

Your eyes widened slightly, not at the amount—though it was generous—but at the message that came with it: 

"Can you talk like it’s a girlfriend audio? Something to help us all wind down?"

You glanced at the camera, a thoughtful look on your face. This wasn’t an uncommon request, but it was always a bit different depending on the person. You wanted to make sure Spiceman420 was comfortable with it, given the situation.

"Wow, thank you so much, FrightenedFae," you said, your voice genuine. "That’s really generous of you. I’ll definitely do that, but I want to make sure it's okay with Spiceman first." You looked directly into the camera, your expression softening. "Spiceman, would that be alright with you?"

Bakugou stared at the screen, feeling a strange mix of emotions. This wasn’t what he’d expected, but he found himself typing, "Yeah, go ahead."

He didn’t know why he was letting himself get so wrapped up in this, but there was something about your voice, your presence, that made him feel… calmer, more centered.

Seeing his response, you nodded. “Alright then, let’s do this.” You adjusted your position on the bed, reclining back against the pillows, and let your voice drop into a lower, smoother tone. There was a slight rasp to it, a warm, comforting quality that made it feel like you were right there beside him. It wasn’t sexual, but there was an intimacy to it that felt personal, genuine.

“Hey,” you began, your voice soft and soothing. “I know it’s late, and you’re probably feeling pretty tired, maybe even a little restless. But that’s okay. We’re gonna wind down together, alright? Just take a deep breath for me… and let it out slowly.” You inhaled and exhaled, bust moving with your gentle breaths. 

Bakugou’s eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. He found himself unconsciously following your instructions, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, his body already beginning to relax.

“Now,” you continued, “before you get too comfy, make sure you’ve got everything you need for the night. Did you drink some water? Maybe grab a little snack, something light. I don’t want you to go to bed hungry. And if you haven’t brushed your teeth yet, now’s a good time to do that too. Just take care of yourself, okay?”

The chat was going to kill your phone again.

Yourmom69 : I’m getting up right now, queen! StarGazer88 : You’re too good to us! Retrofan23 : I don’t wanna leave my bed, but I’ll do it for you! FrightenedFae: This is exactly what I needed tonight, thank you!

Bakugou’s mind was spinning. He felt ridiculous for actually considering getting up, but your voice had a way of making him want to do what you said. He let out a soft, resigned groan and pushed himself up from the bed. Grabbing a granola bar from his kitchen, he unwrapped it and took a bite, chewing slowly as he continued listening to you.

“Good job,” you praised, your voice dripping with warmth and encouragement. “Now, when you’re ready, get yourself back to bed. Make sure you’re comfortable, get under those covers, and just let your body relax. You’ve done everything you needed to today. It’s time to let yourself rest.”

Fuck it was like you could see him. 

Bakugou finished the granola bar and downed a glass of water, feeling oddly obedient as he brushed his teeth. He didn’t even know why he was listening to you, but something about the way you spoke made it easy to just… go along with it. Maybe if he tricked his body into following your advice, he’d finally be able to sleep.

As he climbed back into bed, he pulled his tablet closer, your stream still playing as he settled in. The tension in his chest had lessened, and for the first time that night, he felt like maybe, just maybe, sleep might actually come.

As you continued, fully embracing the role of a comforting presence, Bakugou found himself removing his shirt, the cool air brushing against his skin as he settled back into bed. He watched you intently, your voice still playing through his tablet as you lay down, adjusting the camera to a more intimate angle.

The chat was buzzing with questions, the most popular one catching your eye:

StarGazer88: Do you prefer to sleep with or without clothes?

A sly smile crossed your lips as you considered the question, your eyes glancing at the camera. "Without, if I'm being honest," you admitted with a playful tone. "But it really just depends on the night. I love sleeping with the fan on, so sometimes it can get pretty cold."

You gave the camera a knowing look before slipping off the bed, disappearing for a moment. The chat was alive with speculation, everyone trying to guess what you were up to. Bakugou leaned closer to his screen, his brows furrowing in curiosity.

When you returned, the sight made Bakugou almost sit up so quickly that he nearly hit his head on the bedframe. You were wearing an oversized "Ground Zero" t-shirt, the black fabric swallowing your frame, the iconic hero logo printed across your chest. It hung loosely on you, the hem almost reaching your thighs.

Bakugou’s heart skipped a beat. That shirt—his shirt—on you? It was like a punch to his gut, but in the best way possible. Seeing you wear something with his brand, something that represented him, made him feel something he hadn’t expected—possessiveness mixed with a strange, warm pride.

The chat erupted with excitement.

Yourmom69 : OMG that shirt is so cute on you! FrightenedFae : Look at that merch! Represent! Retrofan23 : Where can we get that shirt?! StarGazer88: Ground Zero fan confirmed!! 😍

You smiled sweetly at the comments, clearly enjoying the reaction. "It’s one of my favorites," you confessed, adjusting the shirt slightly as you crawled back onto your bed. "So comfy. And it’s perfect for nights like this."

Bakugou couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Seeing you all dolled up at the club had been one thing, but this—this was different. It was intimate, personal. You looked so relaxed, so natural in his shirt, and it did something to him. He felt like he was seeing a side of you that no one else got to see, a softer, sweeter version that was a stark contrast to the poised, alluring figure you presented at the club.

You settled down onto the bed, placing your phone next to your pillow. Your voice dropped to a soft, soothing tone as you began to hum a quiet melody, something gentle and comforting. "You all are so sweet," you murmured, the warmth in your voice palpable. "Thank you so much for being here with me tonight, for all your tips, your kind words… I really appreciate it. Make sure to join me tomorrow, okay?"

Bakugou’s breath hitched as he watched you, his eyes glued to the screen. That shirt looked so oversized on you, making you seem so much smaller, so much more… his. He knew it was crazy, that it was just a piece of clothing, but seeing you in it felt like a special treat, a glimpse into something more personal.

He barely noticed the time slipping by, so captivated by the sight of you snuggled into your bed, wearing his merch, humming softly as if you were already half-asleep. It was so different from your usual stream persona—this was you, in your element, in your space. And for Bakugou, that made all the difference.

He clenched his fists, trying to steady the chaotic mix of emotions swirling inside him. There was something about this moment that made him want to be the only one watching, the only one who got to see you like this. It was irrational, possessive, but he couldn’t help it.

For now, though, he just let himself enjoy the sight of you in his shirt, knowing that this was something special—something he wanted to keep close, just for himself.

You continued to hum softly, your voice a gentle lullaby, Bakugou’s eyes grew heavier with each passing moment. He barely noticed the time slipping by as he lay back against his pillow, the cool night air from the open window brushing against his skin. The sound of your voice, warm and soothing, wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, lulling him into a peaceful state he hadn’t felt in a long time.

His tablet rested on his chest, the screen dimming as the stream continued. More than half the viewers had already given their final tips, sending heart emojis and sweet messages before quietly exiting the stream, thinking you were on the verge of sleep. Bakugou’s breath slowed, his eyes fluttering shut as your soft words continued to echo in his mind.

“Thank you for being here with me tonight,” you whispered, your voice barely audible now, like a quiet breeze. “Sleep well, everyone.”

Those last words drifted through his mind as he finally succumbed to his exhaustion. His breathing evened out, the tension in his body melting away as he drifted into sleep, your voice still playing softly in the background.

But what Bakugou didn’t see—what none of the remaining viewers saw—was the shadowed figure that appeared behind you. As you lay still on your bed, seemingly asleep, the figure leaned over, careful and deliberate. A hand reached out, gently grabbing your phone from the pillow.

The stream abruptly ended.

The screen on Bakugou’s tablet turned black, signaling the end of the broadcast. But he was already deep in sleep, oblivious to what had just happened, lost in a dream where your voice was the only thing that mattered.

In the dark room, the figure stepped back, the phone in hand, as the glow from the screen faded into nothingness.

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[scarlet-ancunin]

♡You Love Me To♡

A/N: The song below inspired the fic for me

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" I Care About you to"

Those five words rang through the vampire spawns head over and over. They really like me. Astarion was sitting alone in his tent thinking about it. Of course the events that happened after struck something he didn't think was possible... but was it.... Love... from such a simple moment between them such a simple hold.

It wasn't forced but gentle. It didn't have strings attached- wanting something in return... no it was a genuine feeling of love and care that came with that simple gesture of affection. He enjoyed it he wanted to feel more of that.

After 200 years of abuse from Cazador, locking him in the dark with nothing, feeding on rats and bugs he forced him to eat, trying to break his mind, using his looks and his body to bring him poor helpless souls to his lair. Like lambs for the slaughter. And he was the cause of it all. He had many lovers or rather flings but at this moment the only person who stayed on his mind was You. You were special in ways he couldn't understand and that probably is what led to his original plan of using you to fail miserably.

He realized while skimming through the same page in his book that more than anything he wanted to see you smile more because of him. Its probably what led to this sudden idea to walk towards the tent that occupied the "blade of frontiers".

'This is a stupid idea' the pale elf thought while approaching the man cradling a goblet of wine looking up. Astarion cleared his throat to catch the mans attention. "Oh? Astarion a rare occurrence to be visiting me at such an hour what do you need?"

Astarion also found wyll more annoying then he care to admit out loud but right now he was the only one he could... Trust with this little idea. "I...I need a favor I'll gladly pay you back later but i need your help can you help me?" Astarion says this with a vague motion and a simple wave of his hand.

Wyll ever the "hero" agrees "sure but what does this favor intel?" Astarion suddenly found the dirt on the ground more interesting avoiding eye contact. "Astarion?" Wyll asked softly but a hint of curiosity.

"Can you teach me... ugh can you teach me how to, well, dance" that was all Astarion said nothing more nothing less and certainly not sharing his reasons for this request. Wyll was surprised "Astarion you don't know how to dance?"

The vampire glares at the man suddenly "i wouldn't have ask for the damn favor if i did" seeing Wyll frown made him pause and look away with a huff. "I- never really got around to it.. can you teach me?" He sounded more calmer slight hints of plea.

Wyll nods smiling "sure a man shouldn't miss the opportunity to show off not only his skills with the blade but also with movements of his body" Astarion grimaced at this before rolling his eyes. "We can practice at nights while everyone is asleep" he said before walking away quickly. Wyll blinks before chuckling low and retiring for the night.

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Astarion was surprisingly a quick learner he watched each move just like he watched his prey before feeding. There was one problem... the man wanted to learn something a little but more romantic and rather closer.

"Ah as much as i like to prance around all day i was hoping for something a little more on the intimate side of things" Wyll gives him a knowing smile "fancy wooing someone in particular?"

Astarion plays ignorant "oh please i simply want to learn because it is a good skill that's all" he crossed his arms and tilts his head up towards the night sky eyes closed. Wyll hums low "well i suppose i don't need to show you because i taught you the good skills already"

Astarion was quick to change his tone "alright, alright it is to flatter someone I suppose" "anyone I know of?" Wyll asked enjoying this to much. The Pale elf rolled his eyes with a huff he mumbles out a soft maybe.

"Its Y/n isn't it?" Wyll said matter-of-fact and it annoyed Astarion to no end. He doesn't meet his gaze but Wyll knew he was right. "They will like you no matter if you dance or not Astarion i see the way they look at you with adoration not many hold such a gaze to anyone they didn't care about."

Astarion sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. "I am aware my looks draws-" Wyll cuts him off "its more than that Astarion even Halsin knows this" Wyll pressed and Astarion red eyes flicked between wylls devil eyes and the small fire they made far from the camp.

"Just teach me...." he stares at the man before him for a moment "please"

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Luckily Astarion had fed the night before so he was happy and was able to be useful for the team consiting Himself, You, Gale and Halsin. Every time you wasn't paying attention behind you it was fine because the sound of a fast ice, fire or lightning arrow whizzed through the air landing strong damage on them.

Back at the camp Gale and Halsin made it their mission to make sure everyone else especially Scratch stayed occupied to give Astarion a moment alone with You which meant going far from the camp and taking a wine bottle and some simple food to snack on but most importantly the fancy music box he stoled from that pompous man when he wasn't looking.

Gentle laughter filled the air as Astarion mentioned how he stoled the music box giving a fake story of "how can you blame me I'm a victim to" and how gullible they were. Astarion smiles at you. A real one enjoying your laughter and company all the same. Its when he stood up walking to the tree truck with the misic box opened and ready. He gave the dial behind it a few twist and it started to hum to life.

You blush deeply when Astarion holds his hand out to you "may i have this dance" You stood up grinning like an idiot and nod taking his hand in yours "well i suppose you can" you teased playfully before you both slowly began to dance to the soft tune.

It was perfect you thought to yourself looking up at him getting lost in those crimson eyes of his. His smile was sharp and while he doesn't like when you mention the crease of his smile to him, it always made you admire him more. What he assumed was imperfect meant so much to you.

He twirls you slowly and then dips you smiling lightly "your full of surprises my love" you said softly smiling up at him then giggle before moving in closer and kissing him passionately.

"I love you very much" he said softly before leaning his head on top of yours when you rest your head against his shoulder. The music a soft background to the moment you both are sharing.

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Narrator: hidden behind the trees and bushes silently observing the intimate scene before them was their loyal companions all supportive of their friends successful moment

As always i hope you like it, thanks for your support and requests are open for Astarion from BG3 😁❤️

[writingoddess1125]

Dancing at Home

Soap, Ghost, Price, König x GNReader

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Ghost-

Lounging in the livingroom you and Simon were listening to music and relaxing. He had gotten home a few days ago and had simply wanted to lounge about- it had been a hard few months for him and he wanted nothing more then to rest and be lazy. Which you happily supported.

That afternoon was no different, You were scrolling through your phone reading as Simon leaned back in his big chair what you assumed was him taking a nap- both of you full from the nice lunch he had cooked the both of you as music blared from the TV.

As you both enjoyed the domestic moment you heard the old song come on, Smiling softly as you began to softly sing along.

"Put your head on my shoulder~"

Simon opened one eye to peer at you, Hearing you sing along to the melody.

Simon stared at you, watching you sing along to the old song- His gaze softening as he rolled himself up from his chair and walked to you, still in his shorts and old shirt as he scooped you up.

"Simon?-" You question with a surprised Squeak as you are set carefully on your feet. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and began to sway the two of you together, a smile blooming on your face as you followed him- Letting the large man lead you.

"People say loves a game-"

He had a beautiful voice, deep and rich that seemed to fill the room. A gentle smile tugging on his lips as he knew you loved to hear him sing-

"A game you just can't win~"

You lay your head on Simon's big shoulder, smiling happily as the two of you rocked together your eyes closed as the world faded around you two.

"Whisper is my ear Baby~" He sings as he lays a kiss on your neck, whispering the line into your ear which makes your heart flutter.

"Tell me that you love me too" You sing back to him, He smiled down at you and placed a soft kiss on your lips. The two of you humming along to the sweet song once you pull away and just sway in each other's warm embrace.

Soap-

You stood in the livingroom cleaning up the area while listening to your music, humming along as you went- Johnny had had gotten home from deployment not too long ago and it had been a joy.

You'd missed him so much, him being away for so long periods with the injuries he always sported had hurt your heart everytime you saw it. Him being home now- everything was finally right... even if he was fucking messy-

You'd sent Johnny to clean out the shed which he used to hoard his many 'treasures' aka his junk. You'd taken up the livingroom since that had been were you had camped out when he was away-

Dancing around the livingroom as you picked up your clothes and sang along to the trashy club hit.

"Enjoying yourself?" Johnny chimed as he saw you standing there dancing.

Johnny began to laugh at this as he watched your rather terrible grinding motion- Doubling over in broken snorts and giggles.

"Baby Grind on me!" You sing out, rocking your hips in awful fashion which Johnny joined in of course- You'd never seen a person so bad at moving their knees before and laughed out a few more lyrics.

"I never noticed how dirty this song was actually" You giggle at you hear the lyrics and Johnny nods wiping away some tears.

"Very! Whipped cream and all" He laughed out as the two of you went down in the livingroom.

"Whats cherry drawe's?" He repeated not knowing the slang for it which made you laugh and keep the poor club dancing. He rocked his hips and tried to sexy way-

"You have to do the lip bite!" You protest which makes you both laugh and Johnny smooths his hand over his Mohawk and bites his bottom lip as he sings along.

"And ohhh your Grinding on Me!!" He sank/voice cracked out- his wheezing out a laugh immediately after as you start to laugh harder then you ever had before at the train wreck you'd just witnessed.

Tears rolling down your cheeks at how hard your laughing and quite literally have to take a kneel- Johnny was no better as he fell to his knees smacking the floor.

"I can't fucking breath!-" He wheezed out inbetween laughs as you nod in agreement. Johnny moving over after he was able to get in a few breaths and pulled you back up to your feet to pepper some kisses on you. You and Johnny giggling between kisses as he smiled and held you close.

"I love you" You say softly Johnny kissing you once more-

"I love you too~" He said softly, Rubbing your back as the two of you held each other. However Johnny gave you a mischievous wink and smiled.

"Wanna try out that whipped cream thing?~"

Price-

It was your night to cook dinner, staring the heavy pot of pasta as you drifted off in thought. You were so happy to have John back home- It was scary when he would leave for such long periods of time but you were just greatful he was here now-

The sound of music filling the house being evident of that.

John loved to collect records, he often blared them when he was home and usually smoking in the lounge-

Hearing the smooth sound of Stevie Wknder echo through the house lifted your mind of your worried state as you hummed while stiring dinner, unknowing of said Captian coming behind you to wrap himself around you. His arms tightening around your waist as he pressed his body against your back.

"That smells good" He hummed softly, Leaning his head on your shoulder as he enjoyed your warmth.

"It's your favorite, Ziti" You say with a smile hearing John's muffled humming as he pressed his lips to your shoulder. You hear the song on the record change and you feel John immediately sut up a bit more- This was his favorite afterall.

"I don't want to boorreee " John sings, he wasn't much of a singer but he often tried with you. You smiling widely at this and begin to hum along with him- swaying the two of you to the beat.

"With my troubles~" He sang as the two of you rocked together, Him pulling away enough to turn you drawing a giggle from you.

"There something about your love" you sing back at him as the two of you rock to the beat, looking up at your Goofy husband who was clearly having the time of his life.

"That Knocks me off My Feet-" He sang back, peppering hisses over your face as the two of you danced together.

"Oh but I love you I love you~" You both sing together, swaying with each other as he gives you a playful twirl.

And the two of you danced in the kitchen, in your own world. The sweet love of the Reckrds filling your home as the two of you moved together.

Till it shattered when the sound of the fire alarm going off in the flat shook you both from your dancing- Seeing the dark smoke rise from the shaking pot.

"Shit!" John yells as you scramble to turn off the now thoroughly burnt food and John cracking open a window and fanning the fire alarm with a mitten.

Both of you with stupid grins on your face as you look at each other and then what used to be pasta on the stove.

"How does Take Away sound?"

König-

You had been doing your hair that morning, having some errands to run later on that day so you wanted to get your hair out of the way.

Mainly wanting to go to the market to stock up on supplies since it was an hour drive to the nearest village and you Boyfriend hated going out there.

König was on leave for the next two months, saying he wasn't taking up any contracts since he wanted to spend some time with you which ment you needed to restock on everything since this man ate like a horse.

Which of course wasn't a problem since he was a damn giant- and a sweetheart wrapped in one perfect package. Grabbing the bottle of conditioner to add you groan as you feel it's lightness and realize it's empty.

"God Damn it-" You grumble, knowing König must have uses the last of it-

Secretly you were jealous- He had such pretty hair that he either buzzed or tossed away to deal with for another day. Only recently did he allow it to grow since you liked it so much- Silk like auburn curls that grew like a weed, In just a few short months it was long enough for him to throw in a small bun ontop his head.

While thinking about his hair your music changed and you began to hum along to the upbeat music which was about hair.

Thinking of how curly his hair was you couldn't help but smile-

"Konig! What is the word for Perm?" You called out, Hearing the heavy footsteps of your boyfriend making his way to the bathroom- dressed in only gray sweats and not sporting his usual mask he raised an eyebrow at you as his gray eyes watched your half ass dancing figure.

"Perm?" He questioned, clearly going through the rolladex of English words in his brain for a second.

"Er Dauerwelle- Why?"

You shrug and point to him mouthing the words, him smirking as he watched you get into the funky music. You take König's hands and start to move with the music, The large man awkwardly swaying with you.

You doing a rather unflattering shuffle while holding his hands to have him join you- You giving your poor attempt of a Michael Jackson spin which forced a laugh out of him.

"Theres that smile Im looking for! Now was that so hard?!" You say in perfect time with the song. He laughed at this as he smiled brightly and continued to shuffle with you.

"WOAH!!" You say in sync and start to laugh as the big man began to relax before you- Shuffling his feet to match yours with the best of his abilties.

You pat your own hair down and he mimics you to match the song while the both of you dance out of the bathroom and down the hall, the wood floors creaking over König heavy feet and heavy shuffle. The whole house being your guys dance floor as you both dance through it.

"You need to Activate you Sexy!" You both say and snap on time.

"Pat Pat Pat!!!" He touches his hair again and spins around to face you- understanding in his eyes as the song comes to a end.

"You think my hair looks permed!" He correctly accused making you smile brightly and laugh running from the big Austrian man who was now chasing you.

[user2772636]

Puppy Love

A pissed golden boy

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When the school's golden boy finds a list about a few girls in his class (which include you), all hell breaks loose. You decide you think he looks adorable mad.

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Joseph Descamps x Reader

Warnings: screaming match, boys being boys, swearing, loads amount of fluff

Modern-ish!AU (They're still in highschool tho)

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A list. That's where it all started. One list. And your name. It started there, too.

You might be wondering what started. Here's how it goes.

The year was 2001. Voltaire High was filled with students roaming around the corridors talking about their day, the exams coming up, summer, and more. You were one of the students. Your friends were, too.

"Ugh, I can't wait for summer to start. I need to get out of this sweat polluted hell hole called school." Simone gags as you all walk past some boys who just got out of gym class. You and Michèle laugh.

"I can't wait for summer to start because-"

"Your boyfriend is finally all yours." You and Simone finish Michèle's sentence in a mocking tone, burting out after a few seconds. You see Michèle roll her eyes with a smile.

"Well, atleast I have a boyfriend for this summer. What do you guys have?" She shrugs, and Simone is quick to butt in.

"Well, I, for one, have your brother." Michèle shoves Simone away, scoffing in surprise.

"Be glad I was calm about it. I was ready to smash your heads together when I found out." They tease and laugh around. They both turn to look at you.

"That leaves you, Y/N." A smile starts forming on their faces again. "Any luck with the golden boy?"

Joseph Descamps. Also known as Voltaire High's "Golden Boy". He was tall, athletic, smart, basically perfect, hence the nickname.

Joseph walks down the stairwell with his friends, laughing like dogs, so loud the whole school could hear. But who cares?

He was on his way to the courtyard when he overhears something. Paper crumpling and getting passed around. Whispers and such. He pays no mind to it, thinking they were just talking about the tests.

It was break time, so they did whatever after.

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You lean against your hand in class, trying not to fall asleep right then and there. It was so boring you couldn't keep your eyes open any longer.

Joseph was glancing towards you, chuckling at how adorable you were dropping your head and catching it in a loop. He licks his lips, trying to bring his focus back on the discussion, but his eyes keep lingering towards you again and again.

Suddenly, a crumpled piece of paper flies in the air. It lands right on his desk, and he immediately gets it in his hands. Some of his classmates roam around him as he unfolds it, revealing ink scribbled down.

On top, it read "VOLTAIR HIGH BEAUTIES RANKED." There were ten rankings. He read through them. In first place was Annick, their classmate who currently wasn't in this class. The next few were some of the girls from other grades. But on ninth is what shocked him.

Your name was written. There was a sidenote that said, "already targeted; stay away or try." What does that even mean? Do you have a boyfriend he doesn't know about?

His thoughts begun to roam, and then the bell rings. Students rush out the door, but he's quicker. He rushes to the stairwell, hanging off before screaming.

"Hey!" The people walking stop, looking up at him. He begins to get nervous, voice shivering, but he tries to toughen up. He notices your eyes on him, and he thinks maybe he can't do this. But he does.

"Why the fuck is there a list of the girls from here? Are they some kind of joke to you? Go look at yourselves before thinking about what other people look like!" He exclaims, throwing both his arms up in frustration.

"And why is Y/N on ninth? Ninth? Are you all serious? She's supposed to be in first, in my opinion!" He doesn't even realise he said that till everyones eyes turned to you. But you kept your eyes on him. Even if he was almost a hundred feet away, the way you looked at him right then made his knees weak and throat as dry as sahara.

Then, when he least expected it, almost everyone in the stairwell said, "We know!"

He freezes up, looking around. They're all just staring at him, dead pan. One of his friends, Dupin, walks up to him.

"Just fucking talk to her already. Go." Dupin pushes Joseph to the actual staircase. Joseph gulps, adjusting his shirt. The whole time, everyone stares. He keeps his eyes on the ground, scared he'll trip and fall and embarass himself. Especially infront of you.

When he makes it to you, he wipes his face. He clears his throat, but before he speaks, he looks around again.

"What are you looking at? Go home!" Everyone statts wlaking again, and he hears you laugh quietly. His cheeks flush.

You nod to Simone and Michèle, indicating them to go and that you'll tell them everything later. You turn back to Joseph.

"Hi." You say, smiling up at him. You fidget with the coat inbetween your arms.

"Hi." He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You stay quiet for a bit before you cut the silence.

"First place huh? You really think so?" You ask him, tilting your head to meet his eyes.

His head shoots up, looking at you with an even redder face than before.

"Yeah... I mean, who wouldn't think that?" He flashes his teeth, and he's so adorably awkward compared to his façade when he needs to be the golden boy.

"Well, everyone did. Everyone but you." You look down at the floor, trying to keep your smile smaller to avoid showing him how giddy you are.

"Yeah, everyone but me." The awkward silences make you cringe, but you're too happy about this to cast him down.

The next sentence included both of you speaking at the same time. You two laughed it off, and from then, he asked you out. That's when it really started. Earlier was the beginning. But this, now, was the start. There's a difference, okay?

You guess you do have a boy this summer. And he's as bright as the sun. He's the golden boy.

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Guess what? It's 5,30 am here, and i finished this in 30 mins (im losing my mind) ANWWW i hope this is good enough sorry for taking so long w this

[figure45]

What do you think the poets’ favourite songs would be?

ooo this is fun cause i’ve thought about it

(all time period accurate btw)

I think that Neil’s favorite song would be I Get Along Without You Very Well by Chet Baker; I may be projecting but I feel like he loves yearning over nothing and this song is great for that

Todd’s would be Raining in my Heart by Buddy Holly; he would like this because he is very gay and has no boyfriend because he is not allowed to and Neil Perry is too dumb to know he likes him

Knox’s would be Put Your Head on my Shoulder by Paul Anka; Knox is very much into “old love”, he’s pretty sensitive and secretive about it but he just wants to feel like everyone else his age

Meeks’ would be You Send Me by Sam Cooke; I actually don’t really have an explanation for this it just feels right to me

Pitts’ would be If I Didn’t Care by the Ink Spots; ok this song is LITERALLY so Pitts coded. It’s passionate and obsessive and also the speaker of the song is lowkey just kind of insecure and that is very Pitts to me

Charlie’s would be Love Potion No.9 by The Clovers; I think he would make a game of finding the most explicit or provocative song on a record or on the radio and claiming that as his favorite; I also think beyond this he’d find a lot of traditional love songs very dull

Finally, Cameron’s would be Hound Dog by Elvis; I think that Cameron wouldn’t really be crazy about music and he’d tell everyone he doesn’t have a favorite song, but i also more heavily think that he’d be kind of a douche and really like what was seen as masculine music then. I think he’d sit around and listen to Elvis and Johnny Cash in secret and feel like a total badass (he isn’t) (still love him tho)

[juneberrie]

DATING NYSSA BARRERA ⋆.ೃ࿔*

word count: 0.5k || masterlist || fem!reader

author's note: i need a masc gf right now .can i find one on amazon or smth

nyssa is sooooooo gf guys!!!

nicknames for u include ma, mama, mami, princess/princesa, cariño, (mi) amor, mi vida, baby, sweet girl, & corazón mia

she's cheesy but only in private

matching jewelry!! she mostly just wears really simple things; thin gold chains, plain gold rings, etc, but she has one or two pieces that are more !!! and those are the ones that are matching with you

she'll have a tiny charm on her necklace of a heart with your initial on it!!!

if you've seen the tiktoks of girls making bracelets of each other's eye color? yeah you guys do that

takes 5 minutes to get ready and then she'll sit and watch you get ready

"ma r u almost done 😒" "nys i just started" and then she groans all dramatically

chair? no! you can sit on her lap <3

half of your dates are you sitting next to her talking her ear off as she works on something in the forge and is all "mhmmm <3"

GOD imagine her getting all fancy for a date. women in suits are so yummy i wanna [redacted]

anyways she takes you to a fancy restaurant (olive garden or smth) and then u guys just go on a walk and chill!!!

somehow always smells really good. like she smells like mont blanc cologne. thats really specific but i can just picture her smelling of either that or just something really warm and comforting

always touching you but it's subtle. a hand on your thigh, an arm around your waist, pinkies interlinked, little things like that.

does the driving thing when she's backing up. yk. the Thing

ur her passenger princess idc she will not let u drive ANYWHERE if she can help it

not the type to get jealous, but she's def protective

sidling up to anyone flirting w u like "who's this ma? friend of yours?" and hugs u from behind.

will combust if she sees you in her clothes. please steal her clothes. please. she will literally put her clothes in your room so you'll wear them. please.

speaking of her clothes 90% of her closet is cargo pants and tank tops. mostly black, white, green, and camo print + her bandana collection

SPEAKING OF HER BANDANA she'll give you one in your favorite color :(

you don't even have to wear it but she just likes knowing you have it <3

she's such a chill gf. im getting golden retriever fem gf + black cat masc gf vibes

love languages are quality time and physical touch <3

will make you playlists

most of the songs are along the vibes of — can't help falling in love by elvis presley, my girl by the temptations, love is strange by mickey & sylvia, put your head on my shoulder by paul anka, i love you always forever by donna lewis, kiss me by sixpence none the richer, i want to hold your hand by the beatles, i was made for lovin' you by kiss, etc

in conclusion nyssa barrera kiss me challenge

[ilovechuuy4]

˙˚ "This is not a puppy love?" ˚˙

˒Chuuya N. X GN! Reader˓❦

A/N; okay I guess people are just obsessed with chuuya??? (Me too) but the results from my pole were indeed chuuya (click “pole” to see the pole obvi) but all of this is going so slow bc I'm having to go to different goddamn doctors for heart/health reasons pls bare with me🙏 (got the name and idea in general bc I was listening to duh, puppy love by Paul Anka:3

→ Description; The "puppy love" at 17 wasn't puppy love.?

ᰔ Lyrics; "How could I ever tell them?" "This is not a puppy love~"

❋⁀➷

You and Chuuya were sat on yalls couch in the house the both of you shared watching TV, it was one of those old romances with puppy love. It was actually pretty good but it made you think if the "puppy love" you and chuuya had when y'all were around 17. But now that you think about it, for you at least, it wasn't a puppy love, you did and still do love Chuuya but did he really still feel the same?

You scootch a but closer to the blue eyed ginger that was on the right side of you, and rest your head on his shoulder. He glances over at you and smiles softly, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Tired, Y/N?" He spoke smoothly, his eyes not leaving the scene on the TV.

"A bit.” You muttered, you wanted to ask him about the "puppy love" or well crush, y'all had on each other when y'all were younger but it felt too awkward. A few hours pass as you glance over at Chuuya who was very invested in the show playing on tv.

You then decided to just ask, you tap his shoulder which then causes him to avert his gaze from the TV and to you instead. "Yes?" His raspy voice rang in your ears, you bit your lip before asking the question. "Chuuya, about the uh, crush we had on each other, when we were in high school." you take a deep breathe and then continue.

“When we were in high school, the crushes we have on each other, do..you still have that “crush”..?” You ask your voice hardly over a whisper. Chuuya cocks an eyebrow, “When we had crushes on each other well I mean, when I liked you it was pretty serious but I don’t think I have them anymore that I know of.?” He admitted and then continued.

“Why do you ask?” You swallow hard, your hands trembling a bit. “Well, if I told you I, still had those feelings would you, consider it again?” You mutter before averting your gaze away from Chuuya’s.

Chuuya’s eyes widen a bit when you mention you might still have feelings for him, he wasn’t uncomfortable just shocked. “Do, you still have feelings for me.?” He asked, biting his lip softly. Your face was cherry red when chuuya asked that question.

"I..yea I do still have feelings for you." You admit, it was embarrassing but you obviously couldn't hold your true feelings for much longer. Chuuya gently cups your face his hands warm on your face.

"How could I ever tell them.?" Chuuya mutters, he was referring the the friends he's spoke about you too, he always made it seem like you and him were just close friends and he'd always get mad when his friends say him and you looked like a couple.

Chuuya bites his lip harder before speaking again, "that was not? A puppy love?" He mutters leaning in slightly. "This is not, a puppy love." You say, leaning in a kissing Chuuya slow and passionate.

Chuuya kisses back, it lasts for a minutes, the taste of wine still on chuuya's tongue and you could taste it so vividly. He slowly pulls away, a hum from his throat. "Oh I love you so much darlin'. " He murmurs, closing his eyes and kissing you again.

[frazzledsoul]

I think one thing that's not talked about enough with regards to the Jess-centric spinoff that never was is just how awful of a person Jimmy Mariano is.

According to the revised backstory (we'll ignore the first one since the show retconned it) Liz got pregnant in the spring/summer of her senior year of high school, binge-drank her way through the pregnancy, somehow convinced Jimmy to marry her, and he took off right after Jess's birth and disappeared. He never called or visited and presumably did not pay child support of any kind. He shows up out of nowhere when Jess is 18 to --- and here's where it gets foggy, because they have one non-conversation and he takes off again. What did he want? Who the fuck knows.

It later turns out that Jimmy lied to his live-in girlfriend and said he was going to Sacramento to talk to a supplier, but actually took off to talk to Jess and didn't fess up until Jess shows back up. He still won't talk to him, doesn't even want to share as much as a meal with him, insists that there's no way he can even stay overnight with him, that he's a screw-up, Jess can't trust him, so just go the fuck away now and stop messing with his nice little life. Jess has to beg and beg to be allowed to even stay a couple of weeks. Jimmy stop short of mentioning that New York was the worst place he ever lived, by the way. So why did he go back and find him? What did he think was going to happen here?

And let's circle back to Sasha and Jimmy. I've seen it written in several fanfics that she's a therapist (not sure where this comes from) but regardless of what she does for a living I'm pretty sure she's paying all or most of the bills. All the retro memorabilia, the vinyl collection in their house? Jimmy can afford all that shit because he's likely not paying for much (he was supposedly itinerant for most of his life, according to him, so these are recent acquisitions). Regardless of where the money is coming from, Venice Beach is a fabulously expensive place to live so Jimmy can afford his nice life there and all his hobbies but he can't spare any time or expense for the kid he abandoned...or to avoid lying to the woman who likely made all those things possible.

So, yeah. I'm pretty glad we never spent any more time with Jimmy and I would not have wanted to watch a TV series dedicated to "redeeming" him. If there was any Jess-centric spinoff in the making, The Real Paul Anka tells us enough about his life in Philadelphia to wrap a story concept around it. I'd like to think the reason Jess places so much importance on being financially independent in the latter seasons it has to do because of what he watched his sperm donor grow attached to instead of him. He'll forge an independent life because of those passions AND be supportive of his family as an adult instead of clinging to them to fill up the space he created by his neglect. He is nothing like the trash man who spawned him.

[lilithslittleworld]

Formal Crushing

A/N: Felt in a cutesy mood and what better than to write a Seth fluff oneshot? :-) Just a heads up, I'm writing Seth a little ambiguously here, as in, trying to make his age adaptable (staying within the 16-19 age range tho)

I'm also going to add a little music recommendation list for reading this oneshot (aka what I listened to while writing it!)

I did do my research on the Makah Tribe and Reservation for Violet's identity and culture. However, if there are any mistakes, for either Native identity and/or tribe, I deeply apologize for them now. I wanted to be as informed and respectful as possible while writing the Native elements of their relationships.

Summary: Violet and Seth go to the same high school on the rez and the school dance is coming up. There's no way he'll ask her though, right?

CW: Seth Clearwater x Fem Reader (Violet), ONLY FLUFF.

Music list for this oneshot: (4-7 are for the dance)

Sweet by CAS

Love Songs on the Radio by Mojave 3

Say Yes to Heaven by Lana del Rey

Words by F. R. David

Material Girl by Madonna

Yeah by Usher

Stop the Music by Rihanna

Put Your Head On My Shoulder by Paul Anka* slow-dance scene

It wasn't totally unrealistic of you to hold onto the hope of Seth asking you out. But the weeks had started to fly by this second semester and you had not gotten more than his usual friendly smile or conversation, not that you were complaining. Ever since your family had moved down to Forks that Fall, your eyes had been on Seth Clearwater and his on you. Kind of.

Moving down to a different reservation, with a different tribe around had been an interesting experience. Though the Makah tribe, like the Quileute, were both native to Washington, your presence didn't always feel welcomed by others. Leah, Seth's older sister, had made that clear through her debilitating glares she shot at you as she waited for her brother. Seth hadn't ever noticed, really, as his gaze was always on you. But then again, that didn't mean anything.

Seth, though, was curious about your tribe and liked to find the similarities between the both of you. His eyes lit up eagerly as you shared more about yourself and your own little world, it was hard not to smile back. Your school days ended with two back-to-back classes with him, to which he walked alongside you, opening every door that came your way and carrying your books. It always crushed you a little, to have to say goodbye to Seth, knowing very well you'd see him again the next day. But there was something about him that made you want to spend all of your time talking to him.

Some nights, as you lay in your bed, you'd imagine staying up late into the night with Seth beside you, debating and exploring every fascinating topic that crossed your minds. You knew his family liked telling campfire stories under the stars like your own did back in Neah Bay. The image of Seth listening attentively as his elders told and retold the stories of his tribe made you smile. He seemed like the perfect person to go star gazing, as well, but you could never see that actually happening.

Late into your first January at Forks, the knowledge of the upcoming formal was all anyone talked about. Though it was still a week away, you had hoped to hear of an invitation from Seth. As usual, Seth was waiting for you outside of your calculus class. He always made an effort to coax a smile out of you, knowing how much you hated that class. It always worked.

"Hey, Vi," he smiled at you, "What's the one thing a vampire never, and I mean ever, order at a restaurant?"

His enthusiasm was infectious and you couldn't help but giggle at the corniness of his joke. You had heard rumors about a Quileute rival being cold-ones, you'd even heard Jacob Black and other friends of Seth mention them but you weren't that superstitious to believe them.

"A Bloody Mary?" you replied, sure of your answer when you saw Seth's brow furrow slightly.

"Man, that's an even better answer than the one I read," he sighed, pushing open the door towards the stairwell, waiting, as usually, for you to pass first.

You laughed at his bewildered state. "You're telling me that wasn't the answer?"

"It was a 'stake sandwich'", he responded sheepishly, holding the door for you once again.

"Still one of your best jokes, Clearwater," you responded, shaking your head in exaggerated mock appreciation.

"Pfff, you flatter me," he joked, taking a seat in the first row of seats, always leaving the one next to him for you. Both of your days ended with English, something both of you liked. Unlike the others from his friend group, or 'pack' as he called them, Seth enjoyed reading, something else you both had in common. You liked to watch him take notes, picking up on the neatness of his handwriting, the way his tongue stuck out in concentration, and how he never hesitated to ask the questions that everyone else had too.

The class ended quicker than you expected, fifty minutes isn't a long time when you're having fun, or at least not bored to death. As everyone scurried to gather their things, Seth simply got up, grabbed both of your notebooks and flashed you a smile as you got up to walk next to him. The walk to the parking lot was much more silent than your typical ones, making you uneasy but Seth didn't seem off.

Seth was quiet until you two were outside the building, lost in thought from what it appeared. You could see Leah in the distance, standing next to her truck, waiting for Seth. Her glare pierced into you, sending a shiver down your spine and indicating that it was time for you to part ways.

Seth looked down at you, smiling at you thoughtfully. "See you tomorrow, Vi?" he mused, reaching out to lightly brush your arm.

You sighed, expecting a different goodbye. "Yeah, see you," you mumbled, taking your notebooks from Seth's extended hands. You spun around, in direction to your own truck, the one Billy Black had had Jacob fix for you. Slamming its doors as you got in didn't change anything but it made you feel a little bit better. Was Seth never going to make a move? It was the twenty-first century so asking him out wasn't off the table but it wasn't what you wanted. The last thing you wanted was to force something but it was beginning to drive you crazy not knowing if the time you shared together meant something or not.

The next morning, you were surprised to find that Seth wasn't waiting for you outside your locker as he usually did. He never got sick so that wasn't a logical explanation, and neither did Leah, who was present today. You pursed your lips, flipping back your long, black hair as you brushed past her. Had she gotten to her brother, driving a wedge between the two of you?

Your stomach turned as you saw that Seth wasn't waiting for you outside of calculus either. You rolled your eyes at the tears that were beginning to pool, refusing to let them fall. It was quite silly of you to feel this way, you and Seth were simply friends, regardless of how you felt about him. You were surprised at yourself, almost angry, at your internal emotional outburst for this single absence of his. Maybe you wouldn't feel this way if his sister didn't hide the fact that she hated you, or if maybe Seth had tried to hold your hand. Or if he had even mentioned the formal.

Once English finished, you gratefully leaped out of your seat, making a point to rush out of that dreadful building. Your eyes scanned the parking lot, just in case you saw someone from Seth's 'pack'. Your eyes landed on the Clearwater's truck, fully expecting to see a spiteful Leah looking your way. Instead, Seth stood by his sister's truck, holding a bouquet and fidgeting visibly. A slight smile crept up on your lips as you made your way towards him.

Seth's eyes lit up, the way they always did, as he saw you amidst the crowd of teenagers scurrying to their cars. "Vi," he sighed in relief.

"Hey, you," you smiled at the sound of your name.

"These are violets er- the color is violet. the lady at the store said they're 'violas'. I thought you'd like them since you both share a name," he confessed, running his free hand through his hair nervously.

You took the flowers in your hands, smelling them softly before taking in their beauty. Your had heart fluttered when he had said that, knowing you were named after the flowers.

"They're beautiful," you murmured, looking back up at him in gratitude.

"So are you," he blushed, pulling on the hem of his shirt, nervously. Your own blush mixed with the smile that was permanently spread along your face.

"I-I was actually hoping you'd go to the formal with me. It doesn't even have to be in that way if you don't want it to be, we can go as friends. But Violet, since the first day you walked into my life, I haven't been able to get you out of my head. You're intelligent, sweet, caring, and so funny." Seth took one of your hands in his. His skin was so warm beneath yours.

"And beautiful, apparently," you reminded him, squeezing his hand as you teased him.

Seth let out a breathy laugh. "Obviously." You rolled your eyes.

"So, what do you say?"

"Of course I'll go with you, Clearwater," you grinned, "I've been waiting for a full-blown confession like that since the Fall."

Seth's smile reached his eyes, his body shaking with laughter at your little moment. "That's on me," he replied timidly, "I never wanted to make you uncomfortable or rush you in any way."

"Neither did I," you agreed. It had been worth the wait and the months of platonic friendship you two had had. All the little things Seth had done and said during this time flashed in your mind, with his words echoing behind them. He had kept a safe distance out of respect for you and the friendship you had cultivated in such a short time.

"Regardless, if you change your mind or are uncomfortable with anything please let me know," he said urgently.

"I don't think I'll be changing my mind anytime soon," you winked at him, pulling him in for one of his bearhugs. With his strong arms wrapped around you, you felt him sigh. He smelled like pine and cologne, such a calming and familiar scent. You always felt so safe in his arms but it was much nicer now that you knew how he felt.

"So," you pondered, pulling away from Seth momentarily, "What time are you picking me up at next Friday?"

Seth just smiled his wonderful smile and said, "How's six o'clock?"

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It was five-fifty and you were nearly ready. Your deep, purple dress' bodice hugged your body, flowing down to just above your knees. Your long, straight, black hair was down, falling upon either of your shoulders. It was five fifty-five and you were nearly ready physically. Emotionally, that was a whole other story. Your nervous energy had kept you up the night before and now the appearance of slight fear mixed in. It was just Seth but that made you feel butterflies in your stomach now.

A knock on your door broke your mental silence. It was six o'clock, just as Seth had promised. You took one last quick glance in the mirror before heading towards the door.

Seth stood in a long sleeve, white button-up, dress pants and shoes, and a black tie. His shoulder-length, dark hair was loose like yours.

"You look-" you both started in unison before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"You look so beautiful, Vi," Seth murmured, reaching out to stroke your arm.

"And you look very handsome," you agreed, nodding your head for extra effect.

"Hello, Violet!" someone called out to me from behind the shed. It sounded like an older woman.

"Er- yeah, my mom was hoping to get a few pictures of us. I know its not exactly ideal to be chaperoned as I already have my license," he said loud enough so his mother would hear him.

"Oh hush," a dark-haired woman said, "I'm Sue, Leah and Seth's mother. It's so nice to finally meet you! I've been hearing 'Violet this' and 'Violet that' since the start of the school year."

Seth's face froze, mortified at his mother's constant yet criminal chatter. "Mom," he emphasized, pointing towards the camera in her had.

"Ah, yes! Picture time, everybody," she said cheerfully, guiding you both to the nearest tree. "Pictures are always nicer in nature."

"They are," you agreed, smiling. Seth's tensed body relaxed slightly as you said that.

"My mom's just like this," you whispered to him, squeezing his hand.

Sue's excitement was palpable in the car ride towards the school, only fueling Seth's embarrassment and your flattery. Your goodbye was rushed by Seth opening the car door for you and swiftly pulling you out and away from the vehicle.

The inside of the building was pretty much the same, except for some silver party streamers hanging down from the ceiling and a few other sparkly decorations. But that didn't matter, your night was complete with the mere fact of Seth being by your side. He too seemed content, actually, ecstatic seems like a more appropriate word.

"Wanna dance?" he grinned at you, pulling you towards the mostly empty dance floor. "I've got some serious moves."

"And who says I don't?” you challenged.

"Oh, I know you do," he teased, dancing happily. Seth's dancing wouldn't ever win him a spot on Broadway but it made you laugh. You matched his energy immediately, causing the both of you to lose your breath from laughing and dancing. It was so easy to like him, he made everyone around him more cheerful and comfortable. Seth was never afraid of taking the highroad if it meant helping others and that was visible even now.

Neither of you had noticed the circle of people that had begun cheering you on, everyone laughing and smiling as both of you pulled out new dance moves to bewilder the other. You and Seth couldn't stop laughing, even after the songs had started to slow down.

When Paul Anka's 'Put Your Head On My Shoulders' started playing, however, Seth's playful smile softened, extending a hand out to you. You took it happily, as he pulled you in closely, swaying you gently as he did. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and he placed his on your waist. This was the first contact you had both had that wasn't strictly friendly. Both of you felt the electricity run through your bodies as you came in contact with each other.

"Sparks fly," he whispered, reading your mind.

"I never thought I'd feel this way about anyone," you murmured, looking up at him.

"Neither did I."

You swayed in silence together, looking at each other's eyes as you did. You wished you could read all of the thoughts that were passing through his mind at that moment.

"Then again," he started slowly, "I've never felt more sure about something in my life, even if it's new to me."

"Most of the pack's reached this point too, though," he went on thoughtfully, "Paul, Quil, Jacob, even Sam."

"It was only a matter of time," you nudged him playfully, coaxing out another one of his beautiful smiles.

"Worth the wait," he replied simply, spinning you one last time.

As the last song began to fade out, you both came to the realization that the night you had both been looking forward to was reaching its finale. You were grateful that the last couple of songs had been slow, eager to be dancing again in the comfort of Seth's arms.

"Got everything?" he asked gently, scanning the area around you in case you had forgotten something.

"Yup," you said, holding up your heels and cardigan in your hand.

"Do you mind if we wait outside? The sky's clear enough to see the moon and th-"

"The stars," you interrupted suddenly, overcome by emotion at the knowledge that Seth did in fact love the stars as you'd once hoped.

"I just," you stammered, "Really like the stars." Seth nodded silently in agreement, leaving you space to elaborate if you wanted as you two stepped out into the cool night. The night's breeze sent a shiver down your spine as you pulled on your cardigan, thankful that you'd decided to grab it after all. But it was so peaceful in that cool, dark night with Seth.

"There are so many kinds of stars and lights in the sky," you began softly, "Our people have a legend about the Northern lights, the aurora borealis. We believed they were fires that spread along the Far North, passing over a dwarves' village that would boil the whales they caught into blubber."

Seth listened to you attentively, smiling at the story you told him. "My grandpa always said they were fire too," he smiled, "the whale thing is really yours though," he continued, stroking your back softly.

You laughed. "Whales are kind of a huge deal, back home," you reminded him.

"I love hearing about your home, your people. I know our ancestors would be proud of us today, even if we're from different tribes," he said tenderly.

"A real Washington Native love story," you teased, overwhelmed by the emotion in his words before.

"Sometimes though, I think the Hopi are onto something. Each little star being an ancestor who guides us," Seth said thoughtfully.

"I've thought that too," you agreed. There were so many ideas and interpretations about stars and exploring them with Seth only brightened your evening.

"You're unlike anyone I've ever met, Violet," he breathed, ducking his head slightly. You were thankful he couldn't pick up on your blush that was beginning to color your cheeks or your heart that was pounding excitedly in your chest.

"Neither have I," you responded, "Worth the wait."

Seth brought his gaze back up to you, smiling at your words. His brow furrowed slightly, as if you had just asked him a question.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked tentatively, searching your eyes for a response. Your lips curled into a smile at the innocence of Seth and you nodded softly.

Seth held your face in his hands before leaning in slowly, looking at you under the moonlight. Your own hands cupped his warm cheeks. Seth pressed his lips softly against yours, they were as warm as the rest of him. You were grateful for a little warmth his body emitted, as the night only continued to cool. His kisses were sweet and gentle against your lips, only causing you to swoon even more. He ran his fingertips slowly through your hair and your own hands mimicked his.

After the final kiss, Seth nuzzled his nose against yours before pulling away, still holding you close. You laid your head on his shoulder as you both gazed back up at the stars.

"How are you always so warm?" you wondered out loud.

Seth chuckled. "Oh, that's a long story for another day."

[peacerisendove]

Tagged in a WIP Wednesday by @radioactive-earthshine (Thank you!!!) Rules: post an excerpt from your most recent WIP then tag a bunch of people.

Here's a bit from a Secret Santa KonBart fic I am currently editing and hoping to finish today.

Edit: It is finished: It is E-rated. Don't read if you're not 18+ thank you. Heed the tags. Etc.

Everything had been going well up till this point. Nothing had been wrong or so Bart thought. They hadn’t had any serious arguments or been in any big fights except for the kind that involved villains. They were just Bart and Kon. Kon and Bart! As natural and as a delicious peanut butter and banana sandwich. Sure they might have seemed unconventional to others, but when something worked, it worked. And they for sure worked together. He was fun. He enjoyed being around Kon. There was no one that compared to him. They were both different and weird, and there was no one else he could be more himself with than Kon. Ever since they had been kids he had been in love with Kon one way or another. Copying him and his gestures. Following him around. Wanting his attention so bad sometimes it hurt. It was puppy love. (‘And they called it puppy looooove~’ Jeez Paul Anka was right. It wasn’t fair at the time how his heart hurt in a way he just didn’t understand. But somehow, someway they had found each other again and at just the right time.) It just took a bit of time. It had taken more than just that first jump through the multiverse for him to understand. How many talks had he had with himself in that endless stretch of time that Kon was just his best friend? That he would do anything for him just because of that one simple fact. He tried to convince himself that was it, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t deny that there was something more as he thought of him constantly as realities blended together before his eyes and changed once more at the next leaping stride he took through the universe in search of Kon. Kon had been his constant. His guiding star in the night.

Tagging: @sunnymusingsao3 and anyone else! I need to know who of my friends write fics.

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

zebruh codakk headcanons!

this is me talking about something non tcc related. zebruh is my favorite character besides marvus. please note that somethings such as his physical appearance will not be totally accurate to his sprites as these are headcanons.

also, the normal headcanons are short because i have WAY too many for one post. plus im sleepy. and dont want to put them all down. the other ones are copy and pasted from where i kept them. they may not be written very well, but i cant change them right now.

also! also. hes SUPPOSED to be INCREDIBLY pathetic. thats why these headcanons are like that.

normal hiveswap

to me, a trolls height and weight match their blood color. in my head, indigos are usually above average height and are pretty muscular.

however, zebruh is rather short and fat. he is a short fat man no one will EVER change my mind about that.

zebruh has self harm scars layered on top of each other and he has vitiligo in the form of zebra stripes all over his skin.

i also think he would be a trans man who constantly forgets to wear his binder. he just seems like the type of trans guy who tries to “act cis”.

hes also autistic because it fits him incredibly well.

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“i dont speak to whores” mentality while being a total whore himself.

he uses the troll version of shedtwt and he competes with the lowbloods on there even though hes already a total fucking loser.

he has terrible mental health issues and is a pretty depressed incel who spends his time in his room aside from spending daddys money on shit for concerts because he needs to see his man.

a personal headcanon of mine thats also a projection is that zebruh was sexually assured when he was younger. specifically by a purpleblood who has the same look as marvus which is the reason he has clung onto him and acts the way he does.

he constantly remakes his accounts every time that marvus blocks him. he will never be getting rid of him.

his bulge size is significantly below average for an indigo, but he acts like its not a problem (it totally is).

his moirail is galekh and he is constantly annoyed with him, but sometimes when zebruh says something so incredibly questionable he cant help but be concerned.

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humanswap

zebruhs parents are names Malchov and Elise Codakk. his father is russian and his mother is french so he is both.

he has the same look as he does in normal hiveswap (same height, weight, scars, vitiligo) and he is also still a trans man. he still has the same trauma and self harm/eating disorders as well. hes still autistic too.

he speaks french and russian fluently and has a slight accent. he tries to use it to impress marvus (spoiler alert, it works).

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again, these headcanons are copy and pasted from where i had kept them originally. if i already mentioned something here then dont worry about it:o).

when he was little he would steal his dads bowties and wear them and then when he finally got to buy his own bowtie it was like a whole thing. a HUGE deal.

when he was a kid his mom wld get him ready for bed and theyd have a whole routine and she wld sit on his bed and brush his long hair while he brushed his my little ponies hair and blabbed on abt something silly.

zebruhs dad wld always try to teach zebruh abt business and big important stuff like that but he wouldnt get it and theyd jst argue back and forth and his mom wld chime in and say that zebruh acts just like his dad.

zebruh likes old music like frank sinatra and paul anka and marvuses music is the only new music he listens to.

his moms name is Elise Codakk and she is a fierce business woman who runs her companies with an iron fist while at the same time being an excellent, caring mother to zebruh.

his dads name is Malchov Codakk and he also owns companies and businesses and is very well respected and slightly feared by his business partners. he tends to be very strict and tough on zebruh but he means it well…..he wld literally kill if something ever happened to him.

zebruh got his fashion sense from both his parents - when he was little always stating that he wanted to dress like his dad so his mom took him out and got him his own little vest and dress shirt.

at first his mom was so sad that he wanted to be a man because he has a pretty face and gorgeous long hair but overtime she was his biggest supporter and would swiftly correct anyone who said differently.

his dad also probably accidentally uses the wrong pronouns and name occasionally and his mom just very casually corrects him.

even though at the time of my au zebruh is older he still will look to his mom and dad for comfort. he’ll cling to his mom and sob like a baby while she comforts him and runs her hands through his hair. with his dad its more logical comfort, his dad giving him logical advice as well as comfort (he gives him the occasional hug too).

despite what it seems to most people zebruh is very close to his dad and looks up to him.

when he was a kid his mom would read him french stories and fairytales to go to sleep but sometimes his dad would do it instead and hed tell him russian stories instead, specifically the rlly scary ones, and zebruh would get so freaked out.

zebruh really wants to impress both of his parents and be the best son possible, he really wants to be able to inherit the companies and be seen as a good business man by them.

elise got pregnant with him before her and malchov were married which at first was extremely shameful for them but once they had him they were jst absolutely thrilled.

on that note though malchov was surprised to see zebruh had vitiligo, inheriting it from his dad.

when zebruh was in elementary school his parents wldve gotten called in so many times for him being mean to other kids but they wld defend him with their lives and say he did no wrong - they raised him better then that and they were jst ignorant.

his parents encourage zebruh to do whatever he wants and are happy to support him no matter what he does.

hes into russian history because of his dad. his dad was a soviet and gifted him all his uniforms and pins.

he also the type of guy to be like “the commies were right” and then tell someone to kill themselves bcuz they point out the commies wldnt like his gay tranny ass.

humanswap - marvbruh headcanons

marvus actually does find the fact that zebruh can speak multiple languages attractive in a kind of “its not uncommon for people to do that but youre cute doing it” way and he also found it charming that he was so persistent.

even after they started dating zebruh would still be trying to impress marvus by taking him out and doing all this fancy shit while marvus is simultaneously telling him he doesnt care abt that fancy shit he jst wants to be with him.

marvus kisses the scars on zebruhs arms and it drives him absolutely wild.

whenever they first started having sex zebruh could NOT take that shit all the way in and he was absolutely flabbergasted by how big his dick was (gaaahh….) but overtime they figured it out together and they made it work.

sex can also either be super kinky or super vanilla and sweet depending on the mood…..and i feel like marvus wldnt be like super huge on touchy affectionate shit but zebruh always wants to cuddle with him afterwards so it ended up growing on him.

they kiss and hold hands in public and call each other stupid pet names and say dumb pick up lines and do shitty flirting with each other.

zebruh would probably accidentally start ranting and being feisty over small disagreements because he doesnt know how to talk or admit that hes wrong so marvus just makes him shut up and calm down so he can be normal.

marvus writes music abt zebruh and zebruh gets so giggly and giddy over it.

zebruh will ramble and rant about the things he likes in the middle of ANYTHING and depending on the situation marvus will either just pause what theyre doing and listen to him or he will subtly hint that he shld talk abt it later.

whenever zebruh introduced marvus to his parents they didnt believe that he was a famous singer snd they still dont believe it.

his parents have walked in on the two of them b4 when they were getting EXTREMELY freaky…..a vry awkward conversation occurred afterwards.

i feel like marvus would let zebruh top if he wanted to - hed be so bad and awkward abt jt but hed be so overly confident at the same time.

zebruh for sure likes to wear marvuses clothes, especially his big show coat because i can imagine that hed have a musk kink and bro would be INHALING that shit.

zebruh probably takes zoloft and is constantly tired so he jst falls asleep whenever and marvus would let him sleep in his lap and not move until he wakes up.

body worship. on both ends. marvus loves his chubby men and it makes zebruh feel so loved while on the other hand he cannot keep his hands and eyes off of marvuses big ass tits.

they totally give each other gifts and stuff whenever possible.

i feel like marvus wld have a tongue piercing and he would switch the ball color to be blue.

they also wear matching heart necklaces becuz i said so.

sometimes zebruh will freak the fuck out during sex and they have to stop but marvus lowkey wldnt care he would jst wanna make him feel better.

hed also start projecting too and accidentally start saying that other persons name and shit and when he catches himself he would NOT be able to stop apologizing abt it.

they totally go out on dinner dates and zebruh dresses all fancy and nice while marvus wld dress like a homeless man.

marvuses hands can definitely fit over zebruhs hips and stomach perfectly.

zebruh would help marvus do his make up and hair before his shows, wanting to just be included and help in some way (he doesnt need the help but he lets him anyway bcuz hes cute when he does it).

marvus isnt easily flustered but as soon as zebruh starts calling him pet names and flirting with him in his other languages he gets rlly flustered.

whenever marvus is taking off his makeup zebruh would totally step in and do it for him, finding it so intimate and also rlly liking how he looks without it.

zebruh would lowkey go on marvuses social media accounts and block the hoes that are tryna get with him while marvus is jst like “do whatever you want babe i dont care”.

normal hiveswap - toxic marvbruh headcanons

i dont think marvus is actually this bad. this is just for the toxic version of their relationship.

marvus never made their relationship public and would always prefer to keep it private unless it benefited him in some way.

marvus definitely flirts with random people bcuz. of his whole. superstar status and zebruh isnt really a fan of it but marvus always tells him that hes jst doing it to make other people happy and he doesnt mean it.

their sex is probably the only good thing about their relationship, they have it quite often and its always really good. marvus is super good at sex while zebruh just kinda lays down and takes it….it always ends with him having some new cuts and bruises.

zebruh is super lovey and cuddly and always wants to cuddle afterwards but marvus isnt the type to be that affectionate. so. he kind of just lets zebruh do whatever he wants while he pretty much pays no attention to him.

instead of giving the people the fan service they want he always will stick his hands down zebruhs pants or up his shirt on his tits so that its just giving the fans something to project onto instead.

technically yes they aren’t publicly together however people see zebruh out with marvus and all the shit that happens between them so they jst kind of assume hes some whore he keeps around for fun.

zebruh really likes his hair and takes good care of it so marvus always messes it up in some way. he likes to pull on his ponytail or hair in general so that it gets fucked up….and he also likes to yank him up by it and shake his head roughly with it.

marvus also really enjoys getting his bulge sucked ‘n shit so he makes zebruh suck it all the time, specifically either making him choke on it b4 cumming down his throat or pulling out and cumming all over his face (he definitely jst leaves it there for zebruh to deal with).

zebruh suffers from awful mental issues and doesnt have any kind of help with it so he cuts himself a lot and when marvus walks in on it he jst gets really horny and instead of helping he jst. jerks off on his cuts and cums on them (they definitely get infected).

sometimes zebruh goes through really bad periods of depression and doesnt take care of himself and marvus finds it lowkey kind of embarrassing so thats the only time he helps him so that he isnt being such an embarrassment.

sometimes zebruh very specifically tries to make himself look really pretty and done up so that marvus will at least notice and maybe say something nice about it but. he never actually notices.

marvus likes to fuck zebruh backstage b4 shows jst for fun and he always fucks him with his back facing his chest bcuz if anyones gonna catch em then they better see zebruh instead of him. and also….he likes to grab his tits and dig his claws/nails into them and scratch them up as much as he can.

+ he also probably likes to fuck his tits too. hed force zebruh down and make him hold his tits together so he can fuck them real good and cum all over them.

marvus definitely gets zebruh like insanely drunk, knowing he cant handle alcohol well, just so that he can take advantage of him really easily with little to no resistance…sometimes its nice to not have to worry abt helping his boner and only having to focus on his own.

marvus has definitely broken something on zebruh b4….he can get really rough. zebruhs tail is also probably fucked up from being pulled on so many times.

marvus will finger zebruh rlly roughly, literally just forcing his fingers in his nook and then fucking him incredibly harsh….sometimes he will even do it in public jst to fuck with him and make him embarrassed. hes always so sore and hurt afterwards and sometimes cant walk quite right as if marvus used his bulge instead of his fingers.

galekh has also definitely taken note of how poorly zebruh gets treated, so he will tell him bluntly that hes in a terrible relationship but he just tells him off because marvus loves him, he just has a weird way of showing it.

edit: these are the sprites i made of him i forgot to add them

[vivi-in-the-sky-with-diamonds]

ok i need friends to lovers fake dating trope george harrison fluff and i need it NOW!!

(‘66 revolver era pls bae)

Hi, anon! Sorry this took so long! I received this ask while taking a bath and then swiftly fell asleep, and went to the zoo with my family yesterday lol. I hope this is okay! I've never written this trope before 😅 proofed in UK English (as usual). Enjoy!

Love Me While You Can

(Source) (hope this pic is okay, I tend to mix up my eras but this one came up when I searched George Harrison 1966 lol)

“Y/N!” your best friend, George exclaims, out of breath from running. “Quick, if anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend.” He wraps an arm around you.

“Wh—” you begin to say before you’re swarmed with reporters.

“Y/N! How long have you and George been dating?” asks one of them.

“What is your romantic life like?” asks another.

George takes over answering the questions, occasionally looking to you for confirmation, which is when you’d nod.

“George, how long is this gonna last?” you ask through a gritted smile.

“Just follow my lead, alright, darlin’?” he replies through his own smile. “Yes, we met at the Cavern!”

“We didn’t meet at the Cavern,” you whisper.

“They don’t have to know that.”

You’re not exactly sure what the press conference was originally about but it ended up being an hour of questions about your “relationship” with George.

“George, what was that about?” you ask when you’re finally alone again.

George sighs. “Remember when the paparazzi got that photo of us last week after tea?”

You nod and he continues, “Well, it’s everywhere, with the headline ‘Harrison's new bird’. I tried to tell them the truth but they wouldn’t have it.”

You stand in silence for a moment.

“Alright,” you sigh. “You’re my best friend, George, and I trust you.”

***

It’s the next day, another conference later, when you ask, “George, how long is this gonna last?”

Making sure you’re alone, he whispers, “Look, give it a few weeks. Then we can publicly break up and go back to the way things were.”

You nod, but deep down, you wish you could stay like this.

It’s wrong to have a crush on your best friend, you thought.

***

“Give us a kiss for the camera!” shouts a reporter at the next conference.

George blushes. “Oh, I don’t—”

“Now, Georgie, if they want us to kiss, lets kiss,” you say.

“What?”

“Do you want this to be believable or not?” you whisper.

He wipes the look of surprise from his face before turning to give you a gentle peck on the lips.

It’s not a first kiss anyone would’ve imagined; it barely even counts as kiss with such a short duration.

“That one’s going to be everywhere later,” you laugh later.

***

You and George are walking, hand-in-hand. You’d adopted the habit since George had “asked you out".

Yet another camera flash lights up the air. One would think that two weeks of this would cause you to become accustomed to it, but it still surprises you.

“Put your head on my shoulder,” George whispers.

“Paul Anka, is that you?” you snort.

George snickers. “No, seriously.”

You giggle and do as he said. “This is actually quite nice.”

Though you can’t see it, George’s mouth turns up into a grin as he rests his head atop yours.

***

Weeks came and went. The day came that you were dreading.

“Alright, Y/N, when I say what I need to, I need you to look surprised and upset,” George tells you.

You sigh with a frown. “George, are you sure? What if it’s not the right time?”

He looks at you, an eyebrow quirked. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted to stay in a ‘relationship’ with me.” He smirks.

You blush. “I— Well, I just—” You feel yourself getting more flustered by the second. “Yes, George! To tell you the truth, these past few weeks have been the best of my life!”

“Then let’s be in a real relationship,” George replies without a second thought.

“...but what about you? You don’t like me back...”

He smiles. “Who said I didn’t?”

That evening, being trailed by reporters again, George really gives them something to take a photo of.

A big, wet kiss on your lips, with more feeling than you’d ever experienced in your life.

[vintage-tech]

If you're of a certain age, you remember the ads for the compilation albums by Ronco and K-Tel -- "20 original hits by the original stars" was always the tagline -- but there were other companies out there putting out mixtapes on vinyl, like Sessions, and then there is this two-record collections by a company called I & M Teleproducts which has 23 releases listed in Discogs.com -- several of which are Lawrence Welk, but many of which are contemporary collections.

Dreamin' is from 1979 and I approve of the tracklist. While Ronco was putting Wild Cherry's "Play That Funky Music" and Barry Manilow on the same record, or K-Tel was mining the latter half of the Top 100 with Forgotten Charting Singles By Major Artists, I & M was attempting to stay a bit more on-topic and contained mostly music that neither of the bigger names had tapped but you knew. And being a two-record set, you felt like you got twice as much tunage when actually you didn't (21 songs) but there was a better chance of higher quality sound due to the uncompressed groove on the vinyl. It's up to personal opinion whether the line "21 original hits by 18 original artists" sounds impressive, especially since the songs by those repeated artists have been pretty much forgotten.

Here's the track list and you do know many of them:

A1 Samantha Sang– Emotion A2 Dan Hill– Sometimes When We Touch A3 Gladys Knight & The Pips– Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me A4 David Soul– Don't Give Up On Us A5 Paul Anka– The Times Of Your Life B1 Kenny Nolan– I Like Dreamin' B2 Gladys Knight & The Pips– The Way We Were B3 Atlanta Rhythm Section– So Into You B4 Mary MacGregor– Torn Between Two Lovers B5 Jessi Colter– I'm Not Lisa C1 Peter McCann– Do You Wanna Make Love C2 Eric Carmen– All By Myself C3 Jennifer Warnes– Right Time Of The Night C4 LeBlanc & Carr– Falling C5 England Dan & John Ford Coley– Nights Are Forever Without You C6 Daryl Hall & John Oates– She's Gone D1 Roberta Flack– The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face D2 Paul Anka– There's Nothing Stronger Than Our Love D3 Dorothy Moore– Misty Blue D4 The Spinners– They Just Can't Stop It (The Games People Play) D5 Gladys Knight & The Pips– So Sad The Song

Trivia: The Bee Gees wrote "Emotion" though didn't record it themselves for many years. David Soul was Hutch on the TV show Starsky & Hutch. Many of us can't help but think of Kodak film ads in regard to "The Times Of Your Life". Peter McCann technically makes two appearances on this list because he also wrote "Right Time Of The Night". "The Way We Were" is a Barbra Streisand cover from a 1973 movie by the same name, and the spoken introduction to the Gladys Knight song is "Try To Remember" from the long-running 1960 Broadway musical The Fantasticks.