#puppy princess

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Puppy Princess

Heavily inspired by the song Puppy Princess by Hot Freaks

Pairings: Denki x reader (one sided), Kirishima x reader

Notes: This has been in my head for ages. When i hear this song all I can think about is hopeless Denki 🥺 Listen to it if you wish!

The soft thrum of indie music filled the air, bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit living room. Denki couldn’t help but tap his foot along with the rhythm, but his gaze kept wandering—straight to you. You were laughing, voice cheerful and melodic, as you playfully shoved Kirishima’s shoulder. The two were joking around, but Denki felt like an outsider watching them from the edge of the circle. He could barely focus on the conversation happening around him, his attention pulled like a magnet to your smile.

It wasn’t the first time he had felt like this. Every time you two hung out, every time he saw you together, he felt a quiet ache in his chest. He didn’t want to feel this way. He really didn’t. It was complicated—messy even—but still, he couldn’t help himself.

He met you not long after you started dating Kirishima. Funnily enough, he bumped into you before his friend was able to introduce you. It was at the diner the three of you were set to meet at. For the first time in his life, he was the first one to arrive. He was sitting at a table by the window with his head in his palm, already tired of waiting. When the bell above the door rang, he turned his head hoping that it'd be his friend walking through the door. Instead, it was you. Though he had no idea who you were, he found himself entranced by you. There was just something about you...you were...

Approaching him! The sight of you walking steadily towards him brought him back to reality. You must've noticed him staring at you. But you didn't look mad. No, you were smiling at him kindly. His face felt hot.

"Hi, sorry to bother. I was wondering if you've seen a big red haired guy come through here?" You asked him in your sweet voice. His mouth felt dry as he looked for the words. He swallowed before answering.

"I- I haven't, sorry." He responded. He pulled himself together enough to continue more confidently. "You're more than welcome to wait with me if you want." He accompanied his offer with his typical smirk. It was a shot in the dark and he honestly didn't expect much out of it. You were way out of his league, but the saying goes 'you miss every shot you don't take'. He was prepared for rejection when you surprised him by taking a seat across from him.

"Sure, thanks for offering!" You smiled brightly at him. "I've never been to this place before, do you have any recommendations?" He couldn't fucking believe it, momentarily too stunned to speak. Never in a million years did he think he would be sat across from a girl like you. But he certainly wouldn't let this once in a lifetime opportunity slip between his fingers.

He spoke to you with confidence. You told jokes and made him laugh then he would return the favor. He told you stories to keep you entertained. The two of you lost track of time together. Nearly a hour had passed before Kirishima finally made it. Denki had noticed him before you did, the blonde preparing to shoo his friend away to have more one on one time with you. Before he got the chance, you turned you head to see what he was looking at. A smile brighter than any of the ones he had seen yet spread across your face.

"Hey, Babe!" You called, standing up to greet the man with a hug which he gladly returned. The word 'babe' rung in Denki's ears like a gong.

"Hey, guys! I see you two found each other!" Kirishima smiled back. "Denks, this is Y/N, my girlfriend. I wanted to finally introduce you two."

Of. Fucking. Course. You were his best friend's girlfriend. That's his shitty luck. He should've known it was too good to be true.

"Well, its about time you got here. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to keep a lady waiting?" He jokingly chided, ignoring the way he felt inside. He could put those budding feelings behind him. He needed to be a good friend and it was as simple as that.

But of course it wasn't that simple. Despite his decision to bury the way he felt about you, the feelings continued to resurface. Little by little, his feelings for you had deepened, blossomed into something that felt dangerous, something he could never express.

“Denki, you good, man?” Kirishima’s voice snapped Denki out of his thoughts. He was smiling, his broad shoulders taking up most of the space in the room. He had his usual fiery energy, always enthusiastic and good natured, but Denki couldn’t help but notice the slight tension in his posture.

Denki smiled weakly. “Yeah, just… just thinking.”

“About what?” Kirishima raised an eyebrow. How could he tell his best friend that he was lost in thought thinking of his girlfriend? Thinking of your eyes, your smile, your soft looking lips that seemed so kissable-

Denki shrugged, trying to mask the shift in his mood. “Nothing important. Ya know...just zoning out.”

You turned to look at him, your lips quirking into a small, curious smile. “You sure you’re alright, Denki? You’re looking kind of lost in space.”

Denki swallowed hard, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. You always noticed. Always.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little too high-pitched. “I’m good. Really.”

Kirishima clapped him on the back, his usual grin wide and carefree. “Don’t worry, man. You’ll snap out of it. Let’s grab a drink or something.”

You turned back to Kirishima, your focus back on the conversation, but Denki’s mind kept replaying the way your eyes had briefly lingered on him. Had he imagined it? Or were you really wondering what was going on inside his head?

~~

The next few days passed in a blur of schoolwork, hangouts, and stolen moments. It wasn’t as though Denki didn’t love hanging out with both you and Kirishima. He did. It was just… different now. He couldn’t escape the weight of the feelings he’d been carrying.

One afternoon, you were all at your favorite diner, sitting in the usual booth. Denki had been fiddling with the straw in his drink, trying to force the usual carefree banter into the conversation, but his mind was elsewhere. Kirishima and you were deep in conversation about a new band you were excited about, but Denki couldn’t really concentrate on the topic. All he could hear was the sound of your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled when you spoke.

He’d gotten so good at hiding it—this secret crush, this love that had slowly crept into his chest like vines twisting through his ribs. He had no idea when it got this intense—maybe it was always this bad, waiting for the right moment to burst free. But now, the harder he tried to push it down, the more it bubbled up.

“So, Denki,” Kirishima said, leaning over the table with an exaggerated grin. “You gonna tell Y/N about that band you’ve been talking about? Or are you too shy?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Denki, you’ve been holding out on us?”

Denki’s face flushed a deep red. He quickly grabbed his drink, taking a big gulp to cover his nervousness. “Nah, it’s… it’s nothing. Just some stuff I’ve been listening to.”

You leaned in a little closer, eyes playful. “Come on, you’re always hiding the good stuff from us.”

The proximity made Denki’s heart race. Your eyes were so close, and in that moment, he could smell the faint scent of your perfume—something soft and sweet. He swallowed, trying to push down the sudden, stupid surge of feelings that rose in him.

“I’ll make you a playlist sometime,” he said, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked slightly. He hated how obvious he was being.

Kirishima didn’t seem to notice, his attention drifting to a passing waitress. But your gaze lingered on Denki for just a fraction longer than normal, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed. Your eyes softened, lips slightly parted, and Denki had to fight the overwhelming urge to reach out and pull you closer, bringing your lips to his and ruining everything.

But he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“Alright, Denki,” you said, smiling brightly. “I’m looking forward to it.”

~~

That night, Denki lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep—not with thoughts of you running through his mind like a nonstop movie reel. His fingers traced the edge of his blanket, his body tangled in the sheets as he imagined what it would be like to tell her the truth. What would it feel like to let you know? Would it change everything between you two?

His thoughts drifted to the quiet moments they shared—those small, seemingly insignificant exchanges that meant so much more to him. How your hand had brushed his when you’d both reached for the last French fry at lunch. How your laugh made his heart skip a beat. How, on those rare occasions when you had to walk somewhere together, your presence beside him felt like the most natural thing in the world.

In his fantasies, it was always simple. You’d be alone with him in some cozy spot, maybe on the roof of their school or sitting at a park bench under the stars. You would turn to him, your eyes full of curiosity and warmth, and he would finally tell you everything.

He could see it so clearly: your face lighting up in surprise, cheeks flushing just the tiniest bit, and then you’d say something that made his chest tighten—something like, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” And then, in his fantasy, you’d kiss him. Softly, gently, like you had always known it was meant to be him.

But that was just a fantasy.

In reality, Denki couldn’t picture it happening. Not with Kirishima in the picture. Not with the three of you tangled in their complex web of friendship and unspoken rules. He’d spent so much time trying to convince himself that his feelings for you were just a phase, that he was just being dramatic. But the more time he spent with you, the harder it was to lie to himself.

You were the only one that truly saw him. You knew that he was more than a clown, someone that was always the comedic relief. You listened to his ideas, heard what he had to say and took him seriously. He was a somebody to you, not just another side character. You made him feel important—you made him feel legit.

He sighed, pushing the thought away. Maybe it would be easier if he just accepted it. You weren’t his to keep. You were Kirishima’s, and that was just how things were. Maybe, eventually, he’d learn to stop dreaming of you the way he did. Maybe, eventually, he’d be okay with the distance.

But for now, he couldn’t stop wishing for a different reality—one where he could be the one you turned to when you needed someone. One where he was more than just your friend.

~~

It was the night of a big party, one of those end of year celebrations where everyone let loose. Denki had been avoiding you and Kirishima a little, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but it was becoming harder to pretend. His feelings for you had grown too strong to ignore, and the moment he had been dreading had finally arrived.

He found you alone outside, sitting on the back steps of the house, gazing up at the stars. You spoke about the stars often, how much you loved gazing up at the endless sky. You looked so at peace sitting there, away from the noise of the party. He almost didn’t want to disturb you. But he knew it was time.

“Hey,” he said quietly, walking over to you.

You looked up and smiled, your eyes lighting up in that way that made Denki’s heart ache. “Hey, Denks. You okay?”

For a moment, he hesitated. Then, without thinking, he blurted it out: “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, it felt like the world stopped. You blinked, your expression unreadable. Denki’s heart pounded in his chest, the fear of rejection gripping him.

“I… I’ve been in love with you for a while,” he added quickly, his voice soft and wavering. “I know you’re with Kirishima. I’m sorry. I just… I needed to say it.”

You were silent for a long time, gaze dropping to your hands. Denki held his breath, afraid to hear the words that he ultimately knew were coming.

You remained silent for what felt like an eternity. Denki stood frozen, his heart thumping in his ears, terrified that he’d made a huge mistake. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything. Maybe he had ruined everything—his friendship with you, with Kirishima, everything. He felt sick, like he was moments away from spilling his guts all over the ground and embarrassing himself even more.

He opened his mouth to backpedal, to say it was all a joke, but before he could, you slowly lifted your gaze to meet his. Your eyes were soft, almost sad, but there was something else in them—something he couldn’t quite place.

“You… you’ve been in love with me?” You asked, voice quiet and unsure.

Denki nodded, feeling a weight settle on his chest. His stomach twisted, and he fought the urge to turn and run, to take back the words that were already hanging between them like a fragile thread.

“I didn’t want to tell you this way,” he said, trying to explain, his voice cracking with emotion. “I never wanted to mess things up with you and Kirishima, or with us, but I… I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I don’t expect anything. I just… needed you to know.”

Your expression softened further with your eyes moving away from his to stare out at the darkened sky. The cool breeze tousled your hair, and you hugged your knees to your chest, looking small and vulnerable. Denki’s heart ached at the sight, wishing he could take away your unease. You weren’t angry, but you weren’t happy either. He could feel the distance between them growing, like a wall slowly building that he didn’t know how to tear down.

“Denki,” you started, voice barely above a whisper. “I… I had no idea. I mean, I always knew you were a little different around me, but…”

You paused, biting your lip as if you were choosing your next words carefully.

“I care about you, Denki. A lot. You’re one of my closest friends. But I don’t feel that way about you.” Your words hung in the air, heavy with finality.

Denki felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He had known, deep down, that this was how it would go, that you didn’t feel the same, that his feelings would never be returned. But hearing you say it out loud made it feel real, and that was the hardest part.

“I’m sorry,” you continued, your voice thick with something he couldn’t quite name. “I don’t want to hurt you. You mean so much to me. But Kirishima… he’s the one I’m with. And I don’t think I can change that.”

Denki nodded, swallowing hard. He knew it was coming, but the sting still burned. He forced a smile, though it felt brittle on his face. “It’s okay. I get it. Really.” He rubbed his eyes, hoping to smudge away any tears that were starting to form.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the distant music from inside the party, muffled by the walls of the house. Denki felt a strange, hollow sensation in his chest, like he was standing in a room that no longer quite fit him. But he couldn’t show you how much it hurt, not when you were being so gentle, so understanding. He didn’t want to make things harder for you, didn’t want to be a burden.

“Denki…” You said again, and this time, you looked at him more directly. Your gaze softened with something like pity. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t want to hurt you. You’re such a great guy. I don’t want you to feel bad about this.”

Denki shook his head, managing a half-hearted chuckle. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ve just… been holding on to this for too long. Maybe I just needed to say it, you know? Closure or whatever. Maybe now I can move on.”

A silence passed between you again, this time more comfortable. Denki wanted to leave. He wanted to step away and disappear into the crowd, get away from the way his chest felt tight and raw. But he also didn’t want to make it awkward. He didn’t want to lose you completely, even if his heart was in pieces.

You let out a small sigh, fingers running over the hem of your jacket. “You’re still my friend, Denki. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“I know,” he replied softly, even though part of him wondered if it would change. How could things go back to normal after this? After he had laid his feelings bare and you’d gently rejected them?

“I’m glad you told me,” you added, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “It takes a lot of courage to say something like that.”

Denki nodded, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in his cheeks. “Yeah. Well, I’ll probably regret it tomorrow, but… I guess it’s better to get it out than keep it bottled up, right?”

You smiled, and for the briefest of moments, Denki saw that spark of warmth return to your eyes. It made him feel like maybe, just maybe, things could still be okay. Maybe he wasn’t completely losing you after all.

~~

That night, after the conversation outside, Denki couldn’t sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, your face appeared before him. He had learned to push his feelings down—months of friendship with you and years with Kirishima had taught him how to hide his emotions behind a mask of easy smiles and casual jokes. But it had always been there, bubbling just below the surface, waiting for the right moment to break through. And now it had.

The confession had been painful, but it was necessary. Or at least, that’s what he told himself as he lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, unable to get comfortable.

But despite everything, there was still that familiar pull in his chest—the one that tugged at him every time he saw you. Even now, his mind was running wild with images of you: the way your laughter sounded like sunshine breaking through clouds, the soft way you touched his arm when you were trying to make a point, the sparkle in your eyes when you were excited about something new.

The truth was, he couldn’t help but fantasize about you, even now after you'd rejected him. It wasn’t just the simple “what if” moments that everyone has, like “What if we kissed?” or “What if we went on a date?” No, Denki’s fantasies about you had a weight to them, a desperate longing that felt both comforting and painful all at once.

In his mind, it wasn’t just about being close to you, it was about belonging to you, being the one you chose, the one you turned to when everything in your world felt off-kilter.

Denki imagined the two of you on a warm, lazy Sunday afternoon. Both of you were in your bedroom, windows wide open, the light filtering through the curtains in soft beams. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing some stupid video game, trying to distract himself from the rush of his thoughts. You were sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, scrolling through Instagram with that concentrated look you always had when you were absorbed in something.

The conversation was always effortless, the very air between the two of you was comfortable. In his mind’s eye, he could almost hear your voice, soft and teasing, as you reached out to tug on his shirt sleeve. “Denki, come here for a sec. Let me show you something.”

He’d turn to you, his heart already pounding in his chest, and you'd give him that little smile, the one you only ever gave him, a smile that said, I’m so glad you’re here without saying it aloud. He could already feel the warmth of your hand as you slid it into his, fingers naturally curling against his own.

In this version of the fantasy, he didn’t have to worry about being “just a friend.” He didn’t have to pretend like it didn’t hurt when you laughed with Kirishima, or when you talked about how much you loved him. In this fantasy, it was Denki you wanted, Denki you leaned on when you needed someone.

As he sat there with you, your head resting lightly on his shoulder, the air shifted. He could imagine the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing. Slowly, he’d turn to you, gazes meeting in the quiet space between. Your eyes—those eyes he loved—would soften, and then you’d do something that would shatter him completely: you’d lean in, just a little, and press your soft lips against his, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

In his fantasy, it wouldn’t be a hurried or awkward kiss. It would be slow, deliberate. You’d pull back, eyes meeting his with a mixture of tenderness and something deeper. He’d be breathless, unable to speak as you looked at him, the entire room fading away until there was nothing but the two of you.

“I’ve always felt this way,” you’d say softly. “I’ve always wanted you to know that.”

And in that moment, in that perfect, impossible moment, everything would make sense. There wouldn’t be any more confusion, no more wondering if he was wasting his time. He wouldn’t have to keep carrying the weight of unspoken love. You would finally see him, in a way you never had before, and everything would fall into place.

But then, Denki would snap back to reality.

It was never like that. Not with you.

His chest tightened as the fantasy faded, leaving only the quiet hum of his room. There was no Sunday afternoon with you, no soft smiles or quiet, perfect moments. There was just him, alone in his bed, thinking about a girl who would never feel the same way about him.

In another fantasy, he imagined you and Kirishima in a quiet park, sitting on a bench together. You’d be holding hands, talking about something trivial, but the connection would be so obvious to anyone watching. Denki would be there, standing off to the side, trying to hide the way his heart clenched with jealousy. He’d pretend not to notice how your fingers fit so perfectly with Kirishima’s, how you would laugh a little too loud at his jokes, how the look in your eyes when you looked at him was so full of love and adoration that it made Denki feel like he was watching something he shouldn’t. Something almost intimate.

But in that moment, he’d let himself indulge in the fantasy where he wasn’t alone, that he was the one you turned to. He’d imagine Kirishima walking away for a moment, leaving him alone with you for just a second. Your eyes would meet his—soft, searching—and then you’d stand up, moving toward him slowly, almost as if you were drawn to him.

And for that one second, the weight of his feelings would become too much for either of you to ignore. You’d reach out and touch his arm, and in his mind, it would feel electric. He would look down at you, and in his head, you would lean up to kiss him—not because it was some dramatic moment, but because it was right. It would be real, something real, and not just a dream.

But even as he imagined it, even as he let himself feel the hope swell in his chest, he knew the truth: you weren’t his. You never would be.

Denki shook his head, trying to push the fantasies away. They were nothing more than daydreams, pointless distractions from the reality he had to face. The reality where you were with Kirishima, where he was just the friend.

But no matter how many times he tried to shut them down, his fantasies always found a way back in. It was the curse of being in love with someone he couldn’t have—every moment, every interaction, felt charged with a longing that was impossible to ignore.

He had promised himself he’d let it go. He had to. He couldn’t keep dreaming about a future that would never come. He couldn’t keep imagining what it would be like to be yours, the one you trusted with everything. But as he lay there in the dark, his mind raced with images of you, and for a few fleeting moments, the ache in his chest would quiet.

For a few fleeting moments, he could pretend that it was real. Tomorrow he could face reality.

~~

The days following that conversation were… strange. Denki found himself avoiding you and Kirishima more than usual. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be around the both of you—it was more that he was afraid of the awkwardness that lingered, even if you never directly addressed the confession again. He kept his distance, throwing himself into his schoolwork or making excuses to hang out with other friends.

He knew that his feelings for you wouldn’t just vanish overnight. He couldn’t expect things to magically go back to how they were before. But with time, he started to accept the reality of it.

One afternoon, while walking home from school, Denki found himself thinking of the conversation again, his mind replaying your soft words, your apologetic smile. The ache in his chest was still there, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been before. Maybe he could live with this. Maybe he could learn to be happy with being your friend, even if it meant never being the one you loved.

He knew that he’d find someone else, eventually. It might take time, and it might hurt for a while, but he’d move on. And in the meantime, he’d still have you and Kirishima, even if the dynamics had shifted.

That night, after another hangout with their usual group, Denki found himself standing outside, looking up at the stars. He thought about how he had fantasized about a moment like this. Where you would both gaze at the night sky and feel the connection, you'd finally know how much you meant to him. You'd know that he would spend the rest of his life hanging stars if it would provide you just an smidge of happiness. He had always imagined that someday, you might see him the way he saw you. But now, he could let it go. He didn’t need to hold on to something that wasn’t meant for him.

The sound of footsteps behind him broke his reverie. It was you. You stood beside him for a moment, both of you silent under the sky.

“I know things have been weird,” you said softly. “I just wanted to check in. I know this wasn’t easy for you.”

Denki smiled, feeling a little lighter than he had in days. “It’s okay. Really. I’m doing better now. I just… needed some time.”

You nodded, eyes flickering toward him. “If you ever need someone to talk to, you know I’m here. You’re important to me, Denki. Even if things aren’t… the way you wanted them to be.”

And for the first time since he’d confessed, Denki felt a quiet sense of peace. Things weren’t perfect. They weren’t how he had dreamed of. But they were still okay. And maybe that was enough for now.

The stars above seemed to twinkle a little brighter, and in that moment, Denki realized that he was okay too. Not happy, not filed with joy—but okay. And sometimes, that was all he could really ask for.

[getcrazyiththecheesewhiz]

This is how the van scene went for me.

[2econd2ight2yd]

tumblr literally will not let me post about the hot freaks concert i’ve tried 5 TIMES ALREADY

the concert was probably the best day of my life :3 i got to meet leo (the lead singer) and i told him he smelled like lip balm and i thought he knew it was a compliment because he said thank you but i saw him trying to sniff himself the rest of the night so i hope he didn’t take it too harshly

also the drummer randomly gave us the setlist so that was nice

ignore me screaming

[skateironicallycantskate]

my aromanticism going out the window as soon as puppy princess and I wanna be your boyfriend start playing

[cherryrainn]

Onceler x reader song fic with the song ‘Puppy Princess’ by Hot Freaks? Like a fluff type thing where Onceler ends up with the reader in the end?

━━ ✧ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; onceler + you

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; i love this song hehe

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; here

onceler had always been the goofy, optimistic friend of your boyfriend. he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward around you, especially when your radiant smile and cheerful personality lit up the room. you were the kind of person who made everyone feel at ease, and he couldn't deny the massive crush he had on you.

you know me as your boyfriend's goofy friend

whenever you were around, he became clumsier than usual, tripping over his own words and knocking things over. he tried to play it cool, but it was hard to hide the way his heart raced whenever you were near.

i seem to have this effect on women

as the days passed, onceler found himself daydreaming about you more often. he'd catch himself lost in thought, imagining what it would be like to make you laugh, to share stories, and maybe even hold your hand. but he couldn't bring himself to confess his feelings; after all, you were with his best friend, and he didn't want to complicate things.

and your friends aren't as goofy as i am

onceler did his best to keep you entertained whenever you were around. he'd tell jokes, nod enthusiastically at your points, and do whatever he could to make you smile. but deep down, he couldn't shake the sadness that lingered in his heart because you already had a boyfriend.

i try my best to keep you entertained, always laughing at the jokes you are saying

he'd watch the two of you together, laughing and enjoying each other's company, and it tugged at his heartstrings. he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were the one making you laugh, sharing moments, and being the one by your side. yet, he knew he had to respect your relationship and wait for the right moment, if it ever came.

i nod my head when you make a point! oh, oh

as time passed, onceler's feelings for you grew stronger, and he found himself daydreaming about the possibility of being with you. he'd imagine moments when he could hold you close and share a kiss, the kind that made his heart race.

kiss me, kiss me with your eyes closed. whisper that your heart shows. all i want is you.. yeah, you

in his quiet moments, he'd wish that you could see him as more than just your boyfriend's goofy friend, that you'd close your eyes and kiss him like you meant it, and that he could hold you and hear you say that he was more than just funny to you. but he kept those thoughts to himself, waiting for the right time to make his feelings known.

hold me, hold me, i'm your bunny. tell me I'm not funny. tell me i'm legit

he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when he thought about your boyfriend. he knew that your heart belonged to someone else, and it left him feeling weak and helpless.

cause i feel weak

one day, as you all hung out together, onceler tried to hide his feelings behind his usual goofy demeanor. you and your boyfriend were sharing a moment, laughing and holding hands. onceler watched from the sidelines, his heart aching.

and your hands and your feet

your boyfriend noticed onceler's subdued expression and asked, "hey, onceler, you seem pretty quiet today. everything alright?"

onceler forced a smile and replied, "oh, yeah, just lost in thought, you know? life stuff."

are precious and i'll never feel your touch

you, always perceptive, gave him a warm smile. "if you ever wanna talk about it, we're here for you, onceler."

he nodded, grateful for your kindness, but deep down, he knew that the one thing he couldn't talk about was the one thing he wanted the most – to confess his feelings for you.

you guys came to the restaurant where i clean

in the town where you guys lived, there was a cozy little restaurant where he worked part-time. it was a quaint place, known for its homely atmosphere and delicious food. and it just so happened that you and your boyfriend decided to visit that restaurant one evening.

i saw you in the window, i got flushed

as onceler spotted you through the window, his heart leaped with excitement. you looked even better in the soft, warm glow of the restaurant's lights. he couldn't resist the urge to rush outside and greet you.

"oooh hey, guys!" onceler called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he approached your table. you and your boyfriend turned toward him, surprised by the sudden burst of energy.

i rushed outside and cracked some jokes

"hey there," your boyfriend greeted, offering a friendly smile.

onceler couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, but he pushed through it, cracking some of his goofiest jokes. he wanted to make you laugh, to stand out in some way.

you both chuckled at his antics, genuinely amused by his quirky sense of humor. onceler basked in the moment, thrilled to have your attention, even if it was just as the restaurant's resident comedian.

and in a while i came and got your plates. and you guys went on the rest of your date

as the evening continued, onceler had the opportunity to serve your table. he tried to be as attentive as possible, refilling your drinks and ensuring everything was perfect. he watched as you and your boyfriend shared stories and glances, your connection evident.

i scrubbed cheese and wished i was somebody else

meanwhile, onceler was busy scrubbing cheese off dishes in the back, his heart heavy with a longing he couldn't ignore. he wished, just for a moment, that he could be somebody else – somebody who could sweep you off your feet and make you laugh like no one else could. but for now, all he could do was hide his feelings behind his goofy facade and continue cleaning, knowing that he was just the restaurant's quirky employee, while you were the shining star of his dreams.

kiss me

weeks passed since that evening at the restaurant, but onceler couldn't get you out of his damn mind. every day, he watched from afar as you and your boyfriend seemed to grow closer. it was hard for him to admit, even to himself, that he had developed deep feelings for you.

kiss me with your eyes closed

then, one day, onceler received a message from you. it wasn't really a surprise, you were his best friend after all. the text read, "can we talk? i need a friend right now."

his heart raced as he quickly replied, "of course! i'm here for you. do you wanna come over?"

whisper that your heart shows

you arrived at oncelers place later that day, looking visibly upset. he welcomed you inside, offering a comforting smile. "hey, y/n. what's going on? is everything okay?"

all i want is you

you sighed, taking a seat on his couch. "no, everything's not okay," you confessed. "i just broke up with my boyfriend."

yeah, you

onceler's eyes widened in surprise and concern. "i'm so sorry to hear that. sooo... you wanna talk about it?"

hold me

you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "it's just...things weren't working out, and i realized that i've been ignoring my own feelings for a while now. i thought i could make it work, but i can't."

hold me, i'm your bunny

he listened attentively as you poured out your heart, offering a supportive presence. "i'm really sorry you're going through this. i'm here for you, okay...? you're not alone."

tell me i'm not funny

you managed a weak smile. "thanks."

tell me i'm legit

with that, you continued to spend the evening together, finding comfort and companionship in each other's company.

cause i feel weak

in the weeks that followed your breakup, you and onceler had grown closer. what started as a simple friendship had blossomed into something more meaningful. you found solace in his goofy humor, and he admired your resilience and kindness.

and your hands and your feet

late-night talks turned into shared dinners, and before you knew it, you were spending most of your free time together. onceler's presence became a source of comfort, and he cherished the moments you spent together.

are precious and i'll never feel your touch

onceler couldn't help but feel like a fool. he cherished the moments you shared, the laughter, and the deep conversations.

i'm a fool

yet, he couldn't escape the nagging doubt that you'd never see him as more than just a friend.

i'm a fool

late at night, he would lay awake, his mind filled with thoughts of you. he questioned whether he was being foolish for letting himself fall for someone who might never feel the same way. the uncertainty gnawed at him, but he couldn't deny the warmth your presence brought into his life.

i'm a fool

the air was thick with tension, both of you sitting on onceler's porch under the shimmering moonlight. you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. onceler, his heart pounding in his chest, looked at you with a mix of hope and nervousness.

kiss me

you turned to him, your eyes locking with his. "onceler," you began softly, your voice wavering just slightly, "there's something i need to tell you."

kiss me with your eyes closed

onceler's gaze held yours, his heart racing even faster. "what is it, y/n?"

whisper that your heart shows

taking a deep breath, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his. it was a tender, uncertain move, but it held a world of emotions. "since i... i broke up with my boyfriend," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "i realized that i've been looking for something, someone, and i think... it's you."

all i want is you, yeah, you

onceler's eyes widened, and a wave of disbelief washed over him. "y...you mean..."

come on now

you nodded, a shy smile playing on your lips. "i mean, i wanna give us a chance. i want to be with you, onceler."

hold me, hold me, i'm your bunny. tell me i'm not funny. tell me I'm legit.

his heart soared, and he couldn't hold back his grin any longer. "y/n, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that." he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, passionate kiss. it was a moment filled with all the pent-up feelings, the unspoken words, and the hope that had been building between you.

kiss me

as you pulled away, both of you were breathless, cheeks flushed with emotion. onceler cradled your face in his hands, his eyes filled with tenderness. "you have no idea how much you mean to me."

kiss me with your eyes closed! whisper that your heart shows

you chuckled softly, leaning your forehead against his. "oh, trust me. i know."

all i want is you, yeah, you

[sebwritesstories]

A drawing of two of my favorite albums! And their covers!

@thescaryjokes

[aceywaceyy]

hot freaks fixation

IM GOING TO END IT WHY IS EVERY HOT FREAKS POST FROM LIKE A YEAR OR TWO OR THREE AGO OMFGFGGHH PLEASE I NEED PEOPLE TO BE INFECTED BY THE BUG PLEASE

[scarlettclownose]

[2econd2ight2yd]

here’s the bracelets i made for the hot freaks concert tomorrow bcuz yes

also a bonus big boyfriend in the sky

[hotfuckingpapa]

Puppy princess but Hot Freaks is so Adrian Chase coded

[cartoon-trashdotcom]

Everyone listen to Puppy Princess and I DARE you to tell me it doesn't sound like Ethubs. Right now.

[topperscumslut]

i put puppy princess by hot freaks on every single spotify playlist i make for each of my fictional boyfriends but it’s not my fault i have a type (no but if you look at the lyrics it’s literally randy meeks like bffr hot freaks ily)

[ohmytitan]

kiss meee kiss me with your eyes cloooosed

[catgendermikus]

❣︎ puprincessica ❣︎

[ pup - prin - sess - ick - uh ]

a musicgender related to the song “puppy princess“ by the hot freaks !! may be tied to themes of unrequited love / pining, soft masculinity, whininess, && gender envy 4 the concept of being a man simping 4 a beautiful purrson, but does not have 2 b !!

ఌ -- the boy genius did not find this gender in previous coining posts, but please let it know if it already exists !! -- ఌ

[PT: puprincessica [pup-prin-sess-ick-uh]: a music gender related to the song “puppy princess“ by the hot freaks!! may be tied to themes of unrequited love/pining, soft masculinity, whininess, and gender envy for the concept of being a man simping for a beautiful person, but does not have to be! the boy genius did not find this gender in previous coining posts, but please let it know if it already exists! END PT]