#of how they ruined the song for no reason 💔💔💔

[littlespoonevan]

not to be a theatre blog for a sec but the thing about moulin rouge the stage musical is that it's genuinely one of the most incredible productions i've ever seen. from the costumes to the staging to the choreography, it's incredible. it truly is a Spectacle. but as someone who regards moulin rouge as one of my favourite films of all time i simply will Never accept the fact that they made 'put on the red light' the repeated line/motif in el tango de roxanne when 'you're free to leave me but just don't deceive me and please believe me when i say i love you' is ten thousand times more Powerful and Relevant and just Better?????????? like where's the grit where's the Edge?????????????? the movie version of el tango de roxanne is PERFECT there is zero reason to change it how are you gonna make me Dislike aaron tveit's or jamie muscato's or jordan fisher's version of a song like that is a fEAT

[aajxs]

✷ now i'm all alone (i guess i'll never learn) ft. franco colapinto !

🥁 જ⁀➴ franco thought he was doing the right thing by kicking you to the curb to further his career. he never thought you were hindering the band skill-wise, he just thought you were a distraction he didn't need. and then you started showing up to shows years after he left you behind, and he's hit with all the reasons why he misses everything you were.

alternatively: three times franco colapinto is okay with being in love with you, and the one time he decides he's done letting it distract him. ( 8.6k / unedited )

pairings ✷ guitarist!franco colapinto x ex-bandmate!drummer!reader (au)

contents ✷ self sabotaging / jack doohan is caught in the crossfire / kimi is blunt asf and the only one who actually stands up to franco / arguing / franco and reader never even dated this guy just has issues / this one might be worse than georges / there is a lot of fluff but it is immediatly ruined don't get it twisted / sad ending / mentions of alchohol and marijuana consumption (very vaguely) / i don't know what else to add this is NOT proofread

authors note ✷ i apologize if the spanish is bad im not fluent by any means (i barely escaped highschool spanish) and had to use translate for some of it 💔💔 but anyways, second installment here we are

i recommend listening to. . . maple syrup by the backseat lovers . . .whilst reading for the best experience

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FRANCO DIDN’T think he would regret you this much.

Well, actually, regret can be a pretty vague word. But it’s easier to say that than admit he misses you.

The new guy is good. Great, even. But Franco sometimes glances over while he's on stage, fingers strumming the guitar he’s gotten so used to in practiced precision, and thinks that it should be you instead of some dunce that barely has any chemistry with the rest of the band.

Kimi reminds him pretty often that he’s an idiot for dropping you just because he’s in love with you, and it sparks arguments more often than not. The new drummer, Jack, doesn’t realize it because he’s too busy trying to prove he’s good enough to have a spot in the band, but you were pretty similar to glue, and the gaping hole that you left when Franco insisted on sacking you isn’t one he can fill too easily.

It’s been a long time, nearly thirteen full months of booking practices with different percussionists, changing the music for shows to make it sound good without drums, and trying to find someone good enough to even compare to you, and Jack isn’t bad at all. If anything, with enough time, he could be better than you. 

Kimi thinks it's great that they’ve actually found someone good, ever the optimist. Ollie just wants a drummer; he doesn’t exactly care if it's Jack or some other random, but he tends to agree with Kimi more often than not. Isack misses you almost as much as Franco, having found a best friend in you after years of playing together, but it doesn’t take a professional to see the immense skill Jack brings to the table now that you’re not in the picture. None of that means Franco wants him to take your spot, because, as crazy as it might sound, the selfish and fucked-up part of Franco really just wants you.

And that fucked-up part of Franco must have conjured you back into existence somehow, because you’re lingering in the back of the crowd at this dingy bar they booked for some exposure after going on a nine month hiatus because you were cashiered and they didn’t have a drummer, looking like you should be the one next to him on stage, not Jack fucking Doohan.

Somewhere in that pretty head of yours, Franco thinks you must have assumed he forgot about you amid the band's growing fame, because in all honesty, if you really knew how much he lets giving you the boot torment him, you wouldn’t be nodding your head to the rhythm of his guitar or swaying along to the music he wrote in the crowd right now. 

The setlist only consists of eight songs, and you’ve made eye contact with him fifteen times and counting in the span of three. He can tell from where he stands between songs that you’re well aware the way he drifts towards the back of the stage isn’t out of habit or absentmindedly. It’s because he sees you, and the guilty part of him that threw you under the bus a year and a half ago tends to rise when you’re even moderately brought up.

You don’t go backstage after the show like Franco thought maybe you would, because even though you were kicked out and technically not allowed to enter the band-only areas now that you’re not a member of said band, you’re still friends with everyone. Well, everyone except for Franco, because why would you like him after he got you sacked?

He’s quieter than usual when the crowd is gone and they’re all tiredly sitting in an ambiently lighted backroom, his guitar in the case you helped him decorate somewhere next to all of his other belongings, and a faint scowl on his face as he's sprawled out on a dainty couch he doesn’t think he could sleep on if he tried.

Franco is still slick with sweat from the show, his damp t-shirt long discarded and his jeans halfway there with the belt unbuckled and the denim waistband sitting low on his hips. A few curls are stuck to his forehead, not quite dry, even as he sits directly under the vent blowing cold air onto him.

Kimi has been eyeing him since he peeled his shirt off and plopped onto the couch. Ollie gave him a side-eye twenty minutes ago while they were cleaning up things on stage, then muttered something to Kimi that Franco couldn't quite make out. Isack, likely trying not to say something that will piss off Franco, has been chewing the inside of his cheek since they walked backstage. And Jack, the ever clueless rookie, won't stop talking.

Franco sits up suddenly, the jolt of movement catching Kimi's attention from where he sits lazily a few meters away. Franco swings his feet off the couch and onto the coldness of the floor, planting them softly as he scans each of his bandmates.

He doesn't even care to wait until Jack is done talking before he rudely cuts him off to ask, “Who invited her?”

And all eyes are on him, and the sudden words strike a silence that gnaws at the walls. Franco's thick brows raise, shoulders tense as he looks around, awaiting an answer.

It's evident by the stares he's getting that they know exactly who the ‘her’ is. Kimi speaks up first, “Why does it matter?” He questions bluntly, running his fingers through his hair tiredly.

Franco’s lips purse, “Because I asked.” He replies curtly, cracking his knuckles against the couch absentmindedly.

Kimi is about to spit something rude back when Isack finally cuts in, “It was me.” He admits, biting nervously at the nail on his thumb.

Franco's head snaps in his direction, taking his friend in. “Te has vuelto loco?” Franco angrily spits, his native language slipping out of his lips in frustration. “Why?” He inquires, brows pinching together. have you gone mad?

Isack purses his lips, nearly flinching at the irritation written all over Franco. “She told me she missed the band. I thought maybe I'd invite her to a show…” Isack trails off, shrugging as his eyes try to find focus on anything but Franco.

He exhales sharply, muttering something under his breath in Spanish as he rises from his spot and walks over to his things.

“Am I missing something?” Jack questions quietly, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

Franco swallows the flurry of insults lingering on his tongue and decides to simply send the Aussie a glare as he slips on a fresh shirt, buckling his belt and throwing his bag over his shoulder before picking up his guitar case.

Kimi catches the rude look and sighs, “You don't get to be a dick to him just because you're still stuck on her.” He snaps, accent thick as he scolds Franco.

Franco shakes his head, voice low as he mutters, “You don't get it.”

Kimi scoffs out a laugh, “You kicked her out of the band because you fell in love with her, it's nothing we don't know already.” He bitterly says in response, voice nearly raising an octave out of anger.

“No hagas eso. Don't put words in my mouth. I kicked her out because she was a distraction!” Franco bites, throwing a hand into the air and gesturing at nothing in particular. don't do that.

“Oh my God, Franco, we get it! You're in de-ni-al!” Oliver snaps, pronouncing each syllable of the word with angry emphasis, “Go home and look in the mirror, then try and tell us you're not still hung up on her!” Oliver adds, his usual silence when it comes to the history between you and Franco is now broken.

“It’s been a year already, Franco. If she can move on from it, you can too.” Isack says, shaking his head as he gathers his things.

Jack lingers, hands up like he's either admitting defeat or about to de-escalate the situation. 

Franco pauses in his advance to the door, brows furrowing. He debates saying something. Anything. But no words can really measure up to the way he's feeling, especially not after seeing you for the first time in a year. You were in the crowd, not next to him, where you’ve always belonged, and a part of Franco thinks that him being the reason for that might be what hurts the most. He grips his bag a little tighter, shakes his head softly, then pushes through the back door. 

The drive back to his flat is quieter than usual. Just him, the road, and the starry sky he hopes you look at and think of him the same way he does you.

When he gets home, the first thing he does is shower. He tries not to look too hard at anything in his room when he walks through it, because unfortunately, the busy schedule he's on doesn't call for throwing away everything that reminds him of you and what once was.

Your pictures still litter his walls, polaroids with scribbled dates on them and printed photographs of you and him together, but most of them just you. Always you. He doesn't have the time to tear them down, but he doesn't think he could ever throw them away even if he did. Your nauseously purple sweater hangs in his closet, bright and probably dusty from sitting unworn for so long. It still smells like you and the nights you spent together, and when he's looking for something to wear in the mornings, sometimes it catches in the corner of his eye, achingly you, and he has to pretend it's not even there. 

You and Franco never dated. You were never much of anything before he convinced you to join his band, just connected by mutual friends and two people who never really sought out one another. All he knew was that you played the drums, and you were good. And then you actually practiced together, just to see if there was any chemistry, and you had him hooked from the second you touched the spare drumset in Kimi's garage. 

The spark was undeniable. They had finally found the drummer they had been looking for. But you? You were fucking amazing, and not just when it came to the instrument.

You reeled him in without even realizing it, and suddenly what was once small jokes between practices turned into seeing each other every day, even if you were doing nothing at all. You weren't just a bandmate anymore; you were his best friend.

And Franco loved you, and it didn't even creep up on him. He knew from the second he saw you reach for the sticks that you were going to be a problem. But he nurtured it anyway, and what was supposed to just be a friendship between bandmates became something so much bigger than either of you could've imagined.

So Franco threw it away. Three long years of trying to make something big, and he tossed you to the side because he let his feelings get the better of him. 

Because that's all he really knows what to do with the good things that come his way.

Franco thinks the first time he realized there might be a chance for him to fall in love with you was the day he invited you to discuss the band over coffee.

It was one of those gloomier days, when the rain never seems to stop, whether it's in soft droplets against windows or full-blown storms. 

You were ten minutes early, which surprised him just a bit. Franco was there a little less than five minutes after you, and he caught you sipping a warm latte in the corner of the small joint the second he walked in. Your eyes were caught on the rain outside, and he learned soon after that hazy weather like that was always your favorite.

Franco slides into the seat across from you, catching your attention when he shakes the table while getting into the booth. A few dark curls stuck to his forehead, his lips evidently a little bitten, like maybe he had been anxious about this moment, and his sweatshirt engulfing him warmly. He's a little more dressed for the occasion than you, but still casual with a navy blue sweatshirt and black jeans that he has to fold up at the ankle because they're a size too big. His shoes are worn, white going on grey, but he doesn't seem to care about the creases and fading color. 

Your eyes scan his face, a familiar one just from the gatherings you've seen him at where your respective friend groups mix into one, and the occasional nod of acknowledgment whenever you happen to pass each other. Never awkwardly, just mutual respect.

“Hey, Franco.” You smile, friendly and soft, because you know the request that's coming might ruin your week. 

Franco lets his lips upturn, twitching into a small smile. “Hey. Been a while, no?” He drawls, accent heavy and voice quiet, like this is some kind of secret drug deal. In the long run, it honestly could have been. 

Franco ended up addicted to you, if that counts.

The last time you saw Franco was at a party with too many people and even more alcohol, and you were the only two relatively sober people. You smoked a quarter of a joint with one of your girlfriends, but it wore off quickly enough that by the time you were behind the wheel, your mind was clear. Franco took a single sip of a half-and-half, then stuffed his hands into his pockets because he said it tasted funny.

You ended up hanging out with him for a good portion of the night, and you mentioned in passing that you play the drums. Only occasionally, because somewhere down the line, some asshole taught you to hate doing what you're good at because if you're not the best, then you're nothing at all. Franco told you that was stupid. 

It took a while, a month maybe, but he convinced you through a friend willing to play messenger that meeting up was a good idea, and maybe playing again could be good for you. You complied, only because you were tired of the back and forth. Also partly because you thought Franco was cute and thought it was endearing that he called you sweet things in Spanish, but you never told him that bit. He definitely knew.

“Guess it has,” You give him an uneven smile. God, this feels like a date. You shudder softly, the coldness radiating off the window causing a chill to run down your spine.

Franco blinks, eyes scanning you like he might find something that you didn't already know was there. “What's your price, cielo?” He asks, the endearment slipping past his lips naturally. sky

You almost scoff, but it comes out as a small laugh. “This isn't a charity case, I'm just here to see what you're about.” You shrug as you smile. You have a feeling your cheeks will be hurting by the end of this meeting.

“What, do you not think I'm serious?” He asks, flashing a boyish grin like his charm might sway you an inch.

You shake your head, “No, not that. I'm saying I'll hear you out.” You pull a face, something between a half-smile and the kind of face you make when you're trying not to laugh.

“We’re not much right now, really just a garage band, but once we have drums, I think we'll be great,” He raises a brow at you, leaning back into the booth, “I play guitar, Kimi is pianist, Ollie is vocals, and Isack is bass. It's kind of messy, but we're really getting somewhere! I promise you won't regret this,” He trails off, rambling with evident excitement in his voice. And you listen with a small smile playing on your lips, leaning into the table with your hands wrapped around the warmth of your latte.

You cut him off when he starts talking about how well you'd fit in the group. “I don't play very much anymore.” You remind him softly, in the same way you would a stray you're trying not to scare off.

“Come on, don't give me that,” Franco squints, the raw passion in his eyes as he speaks catching you a little off guard, “Once you start, you never really stop.” He exhales a short laugh.

“Franco, I'm not trying to say I'm rusty. I’m trying to say I don't know if how I was taught to play will be good for this,” You gesture between the two of you with your hand, words slipping out hesitantly.

He tilts his head, “I wasn't aware there was a this. I thought you were just thinking about it.” He says, a teasing lilt in his tone.

“I am thinking about it,” You reply, licking your lips before adding, “But I wasn't ready for you to show up thinking I was already game because I said I'd talk with you.” You half-joke, averting your gaze. 

There's a hurt look on his face that flashes for a split second you can't bear to look at, so you quickly add, “By no means do I doubt that you're going to do big things. But I…” You trail off, wincing at the thought of touching a pair of sticks after years of playing on and off, “I don't know.”

Franco watches you for a moment, then two, then three or four, basking in your words in a silence that stretches.

“One practice.” He says, holding up his pointer finger.

You go to say something with a look on your face that says you're going to refuse, and he leans a little further into your space before cutting you off, “One practice, please, cielo.”

And really, honestly, who are you to say no when Franco looks like that and talks to you like that? So you agree. One practice.

“This is the girl I was telling you about, the drummer!” Franco says excitedly as he introduces you to his bandmates. You have to clarify that you don't play anymore, but brush it off just like Franco did. 

Kimi is the youngest, but you think that if Franco weren't the curator of the band, he'd be the one taking the lead with the way he cuts between songs and tells everyone where they're messing up. Oliver tends to just go with what Kimi does, but he has a nice vibe to him, so it works. He speaks up when it counts. Isack is all grins and fun facts and has something so steady about him that you nearly agree to join on the spot just because of how friendly he is. And of course, there's Franco. You think he'd be a great poster boy in the future with that pretty face of his, all charming smiles and eyes that hold enough emotion behind them to make you wonder.

They're all sweet, full of energy, and the passion that you never really delved into when you used to play. Franco was right when he said you'd fit like a glove.

They say they're okay with you just watching, listening to a song or two, but they'd love to hear you play. You tell them maybe.

You watch from an old couch that sits in the corner of Kimi's large garage while they play, the familiar smiles on their faces that you only see on people with real passion and even realer talent. You know music like you know your name, and hearing them play? They're good. But not as good as they could be with a set of drums.

Franco sees it. Watches intently as your eyes drift to the set off to the side, the set that no one really touches unless they're trying to be loud. The sticks they only ever throw at each other, never actually use. The drums that could be yours if you just asked. As much as he wants to know your story, the true reason why you quit, he just wants to hear you play.

The garage is warm enough that you've slipped out of your jacket, letting the thick fabric rest on the arm of the couch. The shirt you're wearing is a size too big, the neck a little stretched and the color faded both from wear. Your shoes have been kicked off because Kimi told you to get comfortable, and your sweatpants are tucked into mismatched fluffy socks because you swear it gives insulation.

You rise from your spot, pretending to stretch like you've been sitting down any longer than five minutes, and try to nonchalantly make your way over to the drumset where it haunts the corner of the garage.

Franco stops playing, and when Kimi notices, he stops too. It's like a domino effect, the way they each pause, all eyes on you. 

You send them a look, “Don't mind me, continue.” You flick a wrist, brushing them off. They share knowing stares before restarting the song with a curt ‘desde arriba’ from Franco. from the top

You pull the set out of its spot, letting it skid against the floor momentarily before stopping somehow next to Franco. He gives you a look as he strums, fingers flirting with the strings of his guitar in a practiced rhythm, something bordering on approval with a pinch of admiration in his gaze as he eyes you.

You grab the drumsticks and slip onto the stool, adjusting the drumset to your liking as you nod along to their song. One stick twirls absentmindedly, like it was always meant to be in your hand, and the other sits idle as you dust off the unused instrument.

Somewhere between notes you don't know and strums you've only just memorized, you find a rhythm that matches up with theirs, and you play.

And you were good. Insanely good for someone who hadn't touched a drumset in almost years. Franco thinks that if the song had gone on any longer, his knees might've buckled and he still would've crawled to you.

You're sitting a little off to the side, watching Kimi, Ollie, and Isack throw half-eaten grapes at each other from where you sit next to Franco, when it hits you.

Here, in Kimi's way too big house with his dangerously expensive instruments and parents that don't care enough, is where you want to be. You don't know them as well as they know each other, but their love for the music is enough to make you want to try. 

You never had an outlet in the songs; it was always practice, perform, repeat. And then you quit, and shut yourself down by getting rid of the one thing you loved because of the faults of someone else, and the blame that seemed to always land on you. But with these boys, with Franco, you see a future you wouldn't have even deemed imaginable two weeks ago.

The room is loud, and you aren't sure when a TV got turned on, but you don't seem to mind it when you finally say, “Okay,” in a defeated mutter.

“What?” Franco asks, brows creasing as he glances over at you. 

You elbow him, “Don't make me say it.” 

His bottom lip tucks between his teeth, gnawing softly before he says, “Come on, cielo,” Franco says playfully, flashing a knowing smile that reaches his eyes.

“Okay, I'll join your band, Franco.” You shake your head, letting a smile you weren't sure why you were biting back in the first place make its way into your lips.

Franco wishes he could've seen the future back then, because maybe it would've saved the two of you some hurt.

The second time was a while after, just you and him on a road trip after a long show.

Franco is sitting lazily in the passenger seat of your old beater, the vehicle now long replaced but once your dearest possession, which barely got you from point A to point B without the air conditioner breaking or something else acting up.

Usually, you handle all the bookings because, out of everyone, it's not a secret that you're the most organized. But with exams haunting your schedule and practices wearing you down, you let Isack sign you guys up for a set in his hometown.

You did not realize his hometown was a four-hour road trip when he mentioned it to you, so you told him ‘Sure’ without thinking too much about it. Franco was, to say the least, a little pissed. It didn’t take much convincing to calm him down and make him consider the positivity this show could bring into account. Another town means different people listening, and different people listening means more exposure. 

Franco was still mad when it came down to the decision between cancelling or going through with it, but you’re you, and Isack is so wholeheartedly Isack, so you ended up spending Saturday morning lugging your band equipment into the trunk of your beater before spending the rest of your day resting and going over songs before performing that night.

The show itself was good, but the exhaustion of it all hit hard and fast once it was over. Kimi woke you up from a nap backstage, one you didn’t even know you drifted into, and told you it was time to head out. Isack told all of you that he was just going to spend the night at his parents' house and that he’d take the train home tomorrow, so that left Kimi in Ollie's car and Francos in yours.

You’re nearing the two-hour mark when you pull into a gas station after rubbing your eyes for twenty minutes. 

“Tired?” Franco asks from the passenger seat, leaning into the door as he eyes you.

“Yeah. D’you want anything from inside?” You ask, blinking slowly as you search your wallet for some cash. 

He hums, scanning your tired face, “Something with caffeine in it, please?” he requests. You nod curtly before making your way in.

You come back out of the gas station to Franco in the driver's seat, already having adjusted it to his liking, and a blank look on his face as he scrolls mindlessly on his phone. You pause for a moment, but get into the passenger seat anyway. “You sure you wanna drive? We can-” You start, voice a little softer from exhaustion.

Franco is quick to cut you off, slipping his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants as you hand him his energy drink, “No, it's fine. Get some sleep, I'll drive for a while, mi cielo.” He shakes his head, opening the drink with a crisp crack. my sky

You blink, eyelids heavy as you open your snack. You exhale, “Wake me up when you get tired, ‘kay?” You say making yourself comfortable in the passenger seat. 

Franco starts driving, eyes drifting over to you on occasion as you steadily fall into a deep sleep. Your breathing evens out eventually, and Franco is careful not to let any road rage get the best of him in case it might wake you up. 

It’s been a long six months, but Franco has tried his best to make sure you feel comfortable in the band. The rest of the guys all love you, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t love you, too. You’re good at what you do, and that kind of talent isn’t found in just anybody. He doesn’t say it much, but Franco is happy they got lucky with you.

You haven’t been around much recently due to midterms and constant studying, but when you’re not busy, you’re with them. Whether it's for a spontaneous lunch that Ollie brought up in the group chat out of nowhere, or for the long practices that seem to stretch on forever, you’re always there. 

You see Franco the most in comparison to the other boys because you go to the same university. You’re always sending each other nods or waves across the room when you’re on campus at the same time, both rushing to your respective lectures. It’s the little interactions that he knows make your day, so he always tries to keep you on your feet with minuscule stuff like slipping you your favorite protein bars when he passes you in the halls because he's well aware that you tend to stop taking care of yourself when you get busy and find your focus snatched by things you deem more important. 

The small interactions between the two of you eventually turned into something a little grander. You quickly went from waves across the hall to hanging out and doing absolutely nothing with each other and calling it fun. Your platonic hangouts sometimes felt more like dates, and it wasn’t long before simply cielo turned into mi cielo. Still, neither of you ever mentioned it because, regardless of how everything about the other suddenly settled deep into your bones, you’re still bandmates. It’s a silent but mutual agreement that the band always comes first. 

Franco gets off the highway and stops in the half-empty parking lot of an apartment complex an hour and fifteen minutes later, eyelids drooping and vision blurring. He reaches over with a small whisper of your name, rubbing his eyes as he does so, and softly taps your shoulder until you stir awake.

You hum, still under the influence of sleep, “Do you want me to take over?” You croak, attempting to blink away the exhaustion.

He shakes his head, “Can we just stop for the rest of the night?” Franco asks quietly, “Your backseat is big enough for both of us.” He adds, blinking groggily.

You eye him for a moment, taking in his request. It doesn’t really process in your clouded mind, but you nod anyway because more sleep sounds insanely good right now. Franco locks the doors to your car and pulls the keys out of the ignition while you send a text to the group chat letting them know you and Franco are taking a break for the night, and you will be back on the road in the morning. 

It’s a cold night, and you’re lucky you have a warm throw blanket in the backseat because if you didn’t, you and Franco would be freezing to death tonight. The two of you crawl into the backseat and get comfortable. Your limbs tangle together familiarly, and Franco pulls you in close by your waist as he drapes the blanket over your entwined bodies.

You mutter something against the warmth of his chest, burying your face into his hoodie. He hums, “What was that?” Franco asks quietly, the silence of the car surrounding you.

You huff, “Said I’m sorry.” You repeat a little louder.

“Nothing to be sorry for, mi cielo.” He whispers in response, hugging you a little closer to him as his eyes fall shut.

“Whatever you say, Franco.” You murmur back tiredly, sighing one last time before your eyes close. 

You seep into a deep slumber before he does, your body pressed into his warmly. It’s not the first time you and Franco have slept in the same bed with your limbs tangled and silence consuming you. But, for some reason, it feels a little more sacred in the discomfort of your backseat. Franco stares at the roof of your car for what feels like hours, breathing you in as you sink into your dreams, before finally finding some sleep.

Sometimes, when Franco is alone and guilty and you’re on his mind, he thinks about that night as he lies still in his bed. The cold air of his bedroom surrounds him the same way the silence of your vehicle and crisp night breeze did. Except here, the only difference is that you aren’t there to warm him up and coax him into sleep with your weight atop of him, and he’s spending his nights alone instead of with the only person he ever imagined sharing a bed with. 

One night, when you’re a little bored and you know Franco has nothing going on, you show up at his flat with a goal.

“I want to learn how to play guitar.” You beam the second he opens the door, wearing a shirt that's probably his and a pair of sweats that look ready to pool at your feet, plus a puffer you likely just threw on because you knew he’d give you a mouthful if he saw you weren’t wearing a jacket. He notes that your shoes are already off and under your arm because you know better than anyone how he is about shoes in the house.

Franco opens the door a little wider for you, allowing you to slip past him and into his home. “Where is this coming from?” He asks, watching as you place your shoes next to his by the door. 

You glance over at him, taking him in for a moment. Topless because even though it’s chilly outside, his apartment is quite warm. Sweatpants low on his hips, enough to expose his boxer band just slightly. His curls are a little disheveled, like maybe he's been lazing around in bed all day. You avert your gaze as you slip off your jacket, “You look cool when you play. I want to learn.” You say, hanging the zip-up next to his. 

He stands idly for a moment with his eyes on you. You stare back, excitement brightening your features. Franco isn’t sure how he’s supposed to say no to you, especially when you wear that familiar cheeky smile that always seems to tug at his heartstrings involuntarily. 

“What experience do you have?” He questions softly, raking his fingers through his hair.

“Uh… I know how to play Mary Had a Little Lamb?” You offer. Franco squeezes his eyes shut, swallowing a laugh.

He turns his back to you with a low “Ay, Dios mío…” and starts towards his room with you following close behind. oh, my god

“So what’s my first lesson, Señor Colapinto?” You joke, giving him a lopsided smile as you plop down onto his mattress.

Franco gives you a sideways look as he reaches for his acoustic guitar, “First of all, never say that again,” he says, eliciting a laugh from you, “Second of all, just play what you know and we’ll go from there,” he adds shortly after, handing you the guitar and taking a seat next to you.

You hold it a little awkwardly, like maybe you haven’t used one in a while. Franco clocks it immediately, “No. Like this.” He says firmly as he reaches over, moving your hands with his own and positioning you correctly. 

You blink softly, a little stunned by how soft his touch is. You’ve felt his hands before, but it’s different when it’s like this. They’re rough in a way a guitarists should be, all calloused and worn fingertips, but the graze of his palms over your skin is almost reverent. When you glance over at him briefly, you find his eyes already on you. He makes a face and averts them quickly, catching himself. He sinks back, “There,” Franco clears his throat before muttering, “Try that.”

You exhale softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. You strum a few times, clumsy and uneven, barely even music. It makes him grin anyway.

“I thought you said you knew the song?” He half-jokes, eyeing you as you play. 

You glare at him before replying, “Okay, I used to. I’m just… rusty. I personally think I’m a prodigy.” You joke back, scrunching your nose.

Franco narrows his eyes at you, “Well, if the plan is to kill my strings, then yes, you’re off to a great start.” He replies sarcastically. 

You feign offense, letting go of the base and clutching your chest, “Have some faith in your student, Franco.”

He hums, clearly entertained, “I’ll have some faith when you stop holding it like a medieval weapon.”

You nudge him with your elbow in response, biting back a smile. Every time you do anything with Franco, it feels like his goal is to make your cheeks hurt from constantly grinning. He retaliates by fixing your hand placement again, a little slower this time, his fingers brushing yours deliberately. “Here,” he says, voice a bit softer than before. “Let your hand rest here. You’re too stiff.”

You exhale softly, from his proximity or the instruction, you aren’t sure. Your knees are almost brushing, and his hair is about to fall into his face, and a part of you wants to reach out and fix it. You don’t, but the thought lingers. Instead, you pour your focus into the guitar and manage to pluck out a melody that could maybe, possibly be mistaken for the beginnings of a song.

Franco flashes a grin. “See? Not bad.” He says, poking you softly.

You beam at the praise, tongue jutting out the corner of your mouth as you try it again.

“So, next lesson after practice tomorrow?” You ask, “I think I’m ready for the electric.” 

Franco raises a brow, “Hold your horses, mi cielo,” he sends you another look, “You’re not even through your first lesson yet.”

“But you’re a great teacher.” You compliment, eyes searching his face, “And I’m an extremely determined student.”

Franco meets your gaze for a second too long, lips pursing as he looks away. He reaches over to adjust the tuning pegs without asking, “We’ll see,” He says, glancing at you again, “Try not to get ahead of yourself.” 

He is really trying not to read into it, but his thoughts are betraying him. Franco wonders, for only a brief second, if maybe the fact that you’re wearing his t-shirt, sitting on his bed, and holding his guitar like it's the most natural thing in the world, if the lingering glances and not-so-subtle touches mean something to you, too.

He blinks away the thought when you begin playing again, strumming the chords. Your rhythm is only marginally better than it was a minute ago, making it painfully easy to admit, “Alright, so maybe I’m not ready for the electric guitar.” You wince. You quickly recover, adding a quick, “But I do think I deserve a gold star, just for effort.” 

Franco snorts as he leans back into his palms, “You can have a gold star when you can play a full song without making the guitar sound like it's out of tune.” He replies immediately.

You tilt your head, “Maybe it is out of tune.” 

“Trust me, it’s not.” He laughs.

You pout jokingly, “When did my best friend become a bully?” You retort with a dramatic huff.

His brow quirks, “No one told you to barge in demanding free lessons, pajarito.” little bird

“I guess you’re right. God forbid a girl try something new.” You sigh, sarcasm lacing your tongue.

Franco shakes his head, an amused smile tugging at his lips as he replies, “You’re impossible.”

The room quiets for a moment. It’s not awkward, just irritably still. Franco’s eyes drop to where your hand rests on the bed between you, just barely brushing his. You notice, because of course you do, and open your mouth to speak.

“I miss hanging out, just me and you.” You say after a beat, “It’s been a while.” 

Franco swallows hard, nodding slowly as his eyes flick back up to yours again, “Yes. Yeah. Me too.” He stammers quietly.

You both sit idly for a little while, the quiet warmth of the moment engulfing you like a tight hug as the guitar falls forgotten beside you. The heat of his apartment wraps around both of you like a blanket, and you let it simmer. 

Eventually, Franco shifts. He picks up the guitar and places it gently into his stand across the room, “Alright, woman,” He says from where he stands, subtly stretching. “You hungry? I was going to make something to eat before you got here.” 

You smile, already hopping off the bed to follow him into the kitchen. “Only if you let me be the taste tester like always.”

He glances back at you over his shoulder, eyes glimmering softly. “Deal.”

Franco thinks about that night more often than he’d like to admit.

It wasn’t anything extraordinary. There were no grand gestures or any lines crossed, no confessions. He wonders if the familiarity of it all tugged at you in the same way it did him.

He still remembers the way you looked when he opened the door. Messy, comfortable, familiar. You wore his shirt without asking, like you had a right to it. Like being a part of his space was second nature to you. And he let you in without hesitation, like he always did.

What haunts him the most isn’t your off-key playing or the jokes you traded like clockwork, it was the things in-between. The way your fingers curled around the neck of his guitar, clumsy as they were. The way your thigh pressed softly against his. The way your smile stuck to his brain like it was printed there long after you headed home for the night. 

And maybe it was really nothing, just another one of your whims. A moment where you decided that leaning into him was okay because it was easy. Familiar. Maybe the way you stared longingly at him over the glass against your lips while he cooked was nothing at all. 

But still, he thinks about it. About how close your shoulder had been to his on the bed. About how easily his fingers had found yours while correcting your grip. About how you didn’t pull away.

Franco would never admit it out loud, but the subtle realization that hit him that night stuck to his ribs like a splinter. Small, quiet, and painfully sharp.

Franco isn’t sure when he realized he was in love with you.

It’s not like it was some dramatic lightning bolt that struck him down out of nowhere. There was no kiss, no tearful confession. It crept in slowly, between passing moments where you were both aware of the rising tension but never did anything about it. Somewhere in there, it started throwing Franco off.

Seeing you at practice made him fuck up notes. Watching you perform on stage nearly made him drop his guitar. You’d catch him watching sometimes, and then smile in that way you always do. Lopsided, reckless, like you knew exactly the kind of effect you had on him.

And maybe you did. Maybe that was the worst part.

He tried to brush it off. Told himself it was just stress and exhaustion building on him. But the kind of admiration he held for you was the kind that only happened when two people spend too many sleepless nights writing music in the back of a garage that isn’t theirs or flinging noodles at each other when the conversation gets too deep. The kind that only forms when you laugh too loud at his jokes or purposefully mess up at practice just to keep it going longer or fall asleep on his shoulder after shows. Franco didn't want to fall, didn’t want to enjoy the way his heart fluttered in his chest. He really tried not to.

But God, you made it impossible.

It was a slow, torturous realization. It settled into his bones and weighed him down enough that Kimi started to notice. And then Ollie. And then Isack. And he bets you did, too. Franco bets you always knew.

Loving you wasn’t something he could do. Not really. Not when you made a point to draw a line in the sand every time he got too close. Franco hated that he let the line consume him.

But the longer it stretched between you, the harder it became to ignore. Every shared glance felt like a misstep. Every accidental brush of your arm set something off in him that he couldn’t afford to feel. And every time he caught himself writing lyrics that sounded too much like the things he wanted to say to you, or looking for your laugh when things got too quiet, he felt like he was slipping further from the version of himself he was supposed to be.

The focused one.

The driven one.

So he started pulling back.

At first, it was subtle. Less eye contact. Fewer late-night writing sessions. Shitty excuses that helped him miss the after-parties or the post-rehearsal hangouts. He told himself it was necessary. That it wasn’t personal, no matter how much it really was. That boundaries were good.

But honestly? The space made it worse. Franco couldn’t stop watching you, hearing snippets of you in every song, impatiently waiting for you to say something about him floating away. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were waiting for him to do something about the unspoken gap that he purposefully put between you two. You knew Franco wouldn’t risk it, because if he said why, if he crossed that line, it would break him in two.

So, instead of admitting that maybe he’s alright with loving you, he did the only thing he knew how to do. 

Franco cut you.

It happened on a Friday night after a rough show. You were complaining about something wrong with your sticks backstage, hair a mess, eyeliner smudged, legs folded beneath you naturally because, for some reason, you always seem to belong in every room you stride into. Franco couldn’t even look at you. Couldn’t speak without feeling like something in his throat was tearing itself into shreds.

When the others filter out, he doesn’t immediately rise. He sits for a moment, thinking to himself how he’s going to approach this. He hasn’t said much since the others left. Not even when you cracked a joke about Ollie nearly tripping over the mic stand mid-chorus, or when you asked if he wanted to grab a bite like you always do after a set.

The second you clock his silence, you start to feel it. That familiar low hum of something not being right.

The drumstick you were absentmindedly twirling falls still, and you open your mouth to ask, “Are you good?”

Franco doesn’t look at you, but you note the way his jaw tightens and the way his shifting stops. “Can we talk for a second?” He asks lowly.

You sit up a little straighter, legs unfolding at a slow pace. The room suddenly feels too still, but instead of brushing it off, you say, “Yeah, of course.” 

He drags his hands down his face, huffs out a sharp exhale like he’s about to pull a pin from a grenade, and he looks over at you.

“I think it’s time for you to step away from the band.”

The silence hits like a joke that doesn’t immediately land.

You blink. “What?” You ask, brows creasing in confusion.

Franco averts his gaze and makes it a point not to meet your eyes as he stutters out a quiet, “It’s not… it’s not personal.”

Your voice hardens when you reply, “That’s bullshit.”

Franco winces. He knows it is. He knows you know it is.

You stand quickly, pushing yourself off the couch in frustration. “So what is it, then? You think I’m not pulling my weight? That I’m holding you back or something?”

He finally looks at you. Some disgusting mix of guilt, regret, and something you can’t discern all flicker in his eyes at the same time. “No, that’s not it. You’re not holding us back. You never were.”

“Then what the fuck, Franco?” you snap angrily. “What changed?”

He hesitates. Franco knows what he’s supposed to say. That he should just put the truth on the table and be done with it. But he doesn’t. Instead, he breathes in slow. Forces the words out like he’s trying to believe them himself.

“I just… I need to focus. We all do. And things have felt off recently.”

You shake your head, a dry laugh leaving your lips, but there’s no humor in it. “Okay, so I’m a distraction now?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” Your voice cracks, the desperation on your face as your voice rises causing him to silently wince.

You cross your arms over your chest, biting the inside of your cheek as you hug yourself out of discomfort. You hate that your eyes are starting to sting. Hate that he won’t look at you properly.

You step back, like distance will make any of this easier to understand. “You could’ve just talked to me. You didn’t have to blindside me like this.”

Franco doesn’t reply because he can’t. He wants to tell you that you’re in every lyric he writes. That every time you laugh in your designated corner of Kimis garage, it makes him forget what he was angry about before coming to practice. That you’re not a distraction. Fuck, you’re the only thing that’s made any of this feel worth it. But none of that would help now, because he has already dug his grave; he just has to lie in it.

You exhale sharply, like you’re trying to force the unshed tears back into your eyes. “Fine.”

“Wait—”

“No, it’s fine,” you interrupt, voice hollow now. “If that’s what you want.”

You walk to the corner, grabbing your jacket and your notebook from the floor. Your drumstick is still on the couch. You leave it.

You glance back at Franco before you step out, chin twitching because you’re trying not to cry.

He’s standing in the same spot. Stiff. Silent. Staring at the ground like he hopes a hole suddenly opens up and swallows him.

“You don’t get to call this not personal,” you say, voice low. “Because you and I both know that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.”

And then you leave. The door shuts behind you, and the way it slams echoes through Franco’s ribs.

He doesn’t chase after you. He just stands there, surrounded by shut-off amps, still instruments, and all the things he wishes he had the courage to say but never did.

You’re at the next show, too. Nobody invited you to this one, he made sure to make it clear to Isack that it wouldn’t happen again. But you come anyway, no invitation needed. You’re a little closer this time, a little less afraid to make yourself known in the crowd. 

You don’t go backstage after the show this time either, but you make sure to wave at them on your way out. Franco is the only one who doesn’t wave back.

It’s been a year, and even after telling himself that it was necessary, that the band needed focus, that you were a distraction he couldn’t afford, he still lets it eat at him to no end. Because Franco never once believed you weren’t good enough, and knowing that’s probably what you thought in the end swallows him whole.

He watches your silhouette disappear into the night, and for a long moment, Franco wonders if you’d ever consider coming back. Not as a distraction. Not as a placeholder in the crowd. But as his bandmate, the one thing he knows you were always meant to be if nothing else.

He wanted to shout after you, to beg you to stay because he didn’t last time, to explain that the only thing he really needed was the courage to admit how much he missed you.

But the words sit heavy in his throat like stones, so he stays silent, because that’s what Franco is good at.

The line between what he thinks could have been and what he knows will never be grows wider still.

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another set of headcanons for Polytrix mayhaps… slightly updated tbh

Choi Jae-hee, ‘Zoey’

Yea so I fell for the ‘Zoey has diabetes’ hype train. Also she has ADHD. And autism. All of the things.

Hc that Zoey isn’t her real name, ofc, and that she goes by Zoey now because she just forgot to tell her friends anything different. If anyone calls her Jay she will murder them violently.

Her love language to give and receive is physical touch, but she also likes giving people gifts

Bisexual ✨

She has a notebook practically stashed in every corner of the penthouse in case she has ideas to write down.

She lost their toothbrush 😔

She was the last person to figure out how to summon her weapon from the Honmoon but the fastest to figure out how to use it properly

She knows four languages. When did I decide this? Uhhhh some time, I’m not sure. But this leads to her going on ADHD-fueled rants that neither Mira nor Rumi can decipher. She once accidentally wrote an entire song in Spanish and had to translate it into Korean.

Her favorite color is blue, followed by pink and purple.

She had the closest relationship with Celine. Other than Rumi, of course. Yet she never once told her that Celine was her bias back in the Sunlight Sisters era…

Close friends with Mystery and an eternal rivalry with Baby.

Zero spice tolerance.

Horror and nature documentaries. still her favorite thing, ever.

Her favorite superhero is still black widow. Haven’t changed that from my original list lol

Several times contemplated suicide.

Ki Mira, ‘Mira’

Another flavor of ADHD. Slightly more high functioning, but ADHD nonetheless.

Her parents are homophobic assholes and she wants to make it known that she does not agree with them. She does this by Kissing Girls.

Sometimes you can catch her wearing a binder. Not because she’s trans, she just, literally hates her chest forever.

Her love language to give is acts of service. To receive, it’s words of affirmation and physical touch. Because she never got either of those as a child 😃

Bisexual 😈

(with a preference for women)

Sometimes, she’ll just pick Zoey up for no reason. She’s writing in her notebook, Mira will walk over and scoop her up and stick her on her shoulders, and then continue about her day.

Lowkey thought Rumi’s mom was hot. This is how she figured out she thought Rumi was hot.

Highest spice tolerance.

She gets the most photoshoots of all three of them and is the second most popular. She is thoroughly frustrated whenever Zoemira or Rumira is more popular than Polytrix at any given time because they’re all meant to be together, dammit. Yet strangely silent any time Zoerumi is popular.

Unlike Zoey, she doesn’t read fanfiction, but she DOES look at fanart. All. Of the fanart. You know who you are.

Hates Miromabby because she doesn’t want to ruin whatever the heck of a poly relationship the Saja Boys have going on. She did have a brief crush on both, but after discovering PolySaja she mysteriously (pun intended) got over it.

A major fan of ENHYPEN (hasn’t changed much from my original list)

Several times contemplated suicide.

Ryu Rumi, ‘Rumi’

High-functioning autistic. Sometimes. Other times she’s a very successful girlfail.

Intersex. Kind of insecure about it, but the girls thoroughly assure her that they love her more than anything ever.

She loves romance movies. She’s a helpless romantic at heart.

She gets into so many arguments with Jinu when he’s in her sword. So many. Her go-to tactic is calling him old. It usually shuts him up.

Her love language is giving acts of service and physical touch and receiving words of affirmation.

Bisexual 💔

Other than the demon part, she had a relatively healthy relationship with Celine.

She was once in a relationship. Once. Before Jinu or Huntr/x. It was this random guy she met on the street. Eventually he also wound up in an idol group, and now they never speak of it because it was a two week thing.

Despite being chronically offline, she’s a tech wizard. She also loves playing videogames, almost as much as Zoey does.

If anyone skips movie night it’s a personal insult to her and her alone. Doesn’t matter if they’re watching My Little Pony, it’s an insult.

She doesn’t swear as often as Mira, but not as little as Zoey does. Zoey, meanwhile, will instead of swearing in Korean, swear in either English or Spanish so the girls really don’t understand her, ever.

”What’s superstar flavor?”

Huge TWICE supporter. Been to at least three concerts. It was her idea to sell Takedown to them.

Many times contemplated suicide.

[confessionsandcreampies]

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you can choose one dialogue prompt along with a kink and / or alternative universe

two dialogue prompts can’t be combined

you can also just choose a kink and a character of your choice. same you can also choose an alternative universe and a character of your choice = means that having a dialogue prompt isn’t necessary for me to write something for you

each story will have different lengths, but I try to make them at least 500 words

I won’t do specific readers except in special cases, like for example small story giveaways or if someone needs the comfort of having something written just for them

if I should deny a request for whatever reason, mama’s gonna communicate that respectfully

you’ve all seen who my favorites are and so it might be easier for me to write their requests than others… but that doesn’t mean yours won’t come too, but I try to be fair

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🧸 10 fluffy dialogue prompts ;

1. “i made you breakfast… well, kind of. there’s cereal. and toast. okay, mostly toast.”

2. “you always wrinkle your nose when you’re about to smile. it’s unfairly cute.”

3. “come back to bed. it’s cold and you’re warm and i’m needy.”

4. “you talk in your sleep, you know. said my name like a prayer.”

5. “stop looking at me like that or i’ll kiss you again. and again. and again.”

6. “i think the best part of my day is hearing your laugh.”

7. “you fell asleep on me. and drooled. i have evidence.”

8. “i’ve never wanted anything the way i want forever with you.”

9. “do you think the stars ever get jealous of how brightly you shine?”

10. “every love song makes sense now. even the corny ones.”

💔 10 angsty dialogue prompts ;

11. “don’t say my name like that. like you miss me.”

12. “if you walk away now, don’t ever come back.”

13. “i would’ve burned the whole world for you. you just had to ask.”

14. “you told me you were fine. why would you lie?”

15. “loving you is the only thing i’ve ever been good at. and i still wasn’t enough.”

16. “i hate that i still wait for your texts.”

17. “you kissed me like you meant it. so why are you leaving?”

18. “stop pretending you don’t care. i know you. i know you.”

19. “if this is goodbye, can i at least hold you one last time?”

20. “you never broke my heart. you shattered it, slow and smiling.”

🔥 10 filthy dialogue prompts ;

21. “say that again, slower this time, with my hand between your legs.”

22. “you’re shaking. is that because of what i said… or what i’m about to do?”

23. “keep your eyes on me while i ruin you.”

24. “get on your knees. you don’t need to think, just feel.”

25. “you look so pretty when you beg.”

26. “don’t bite your lip. unless you want me to pin you down and make you scream.”

27. “you said you could handle me. so handle it, baby.”

28. “i’m not stopping until i hear you sob my name.”

29. “say please. beg for it. i want to hear how desperate you are.”

30. “you’re going to feel me for days.”

🖤 10 dark dialogue prompts ;

31. “you wanted my attention, didn’t you? now take it. every filthy inch.”

32. “acting like a brat just to get fucked rough? you’ll regret that—right after you thank me.”

33. “keep your hands on the wall, sweetheart. good wives know when to behave.”

34. “i saw the way you looked at him. should i fuck you so hard you forget anyone else exists?”

35. “i love watching you break. bit by bit. cry for me.”

36. “don’t cover your mouth. let the neighbors hear what kind of slut you are for me.”

37. “you’re mine. even when you fight it. especially when you fight it.”

38. “you begged me to ruin you. now you’re sobbing and stuffed full—just like a good girl should be.”

39. “i want to see tears on your cheeks and my name on your lips. nothing else.”

40. “you can scream all you want, baby. no one’s gonna save you from your husband.”

🐺10 a/b/o dialogue prompts ;

41. “don’t run. you smell like heat and you know what that does to me.”

42. “your scent’s so sweet it’s driving every instinct i have insane.”

43. “you’re leaking through your panties, begging without a word. want my knot that bad, omega?”

44. “i warned you. now i’m going to breed you until you can’t stand without me.”

45. “on your hands and knees. present for your alpha like the needy little thing you are.”

46. “every time you squirm on my knot, i sink deeper. you’ll never get me out of you.”

47. “cry louder. i want the whole forest to know you’re being claimed.”

48. “that pretty hole’s been teasing me all night. now it’s mine to ruin.”

49. “you were made to take monsters like me. look how perfectly you stretch for my cock.”

50. “you can’t walk? good. crawl back to the den and let me finish what i started.”

🩸10 vampire dialogue prompts ;

51. “you tremble so sweetly when i bare my fangs… do it again.”

52. “you’re the first thing in centuries that’s made me hungry in every sense of the word.”

53. “do you know how fragile your pulse feels beneath my teeth? one bite and you’re mine.”

54. “blood tastes better when it’s taken mid-orgasm. shall we test that theory, darling?”

55. “don’t flinch. i want to watch your face when i sink into your throat.”

56. “you beg so prettily. for my cock or my bite, little mortal?”

57. “you’ve let a monster inside you—don’t act surprised when i don’t stop.”

58. “i can hear your heartbeat speeding up. you like knowing i could drain you dry, don’t you?”

59. “you’ll have bruises from my hands, marks from my mouth, and blood on your sheets. you’ll thank me for all of it.”

60. “be a good girl and take it. let me fuck you and feed from you—let me ruin you slowly.”

⛓️10 kinks (can be requested separately or combined with a dialogue - except fluffy and angsty ones - prompt)

61. anal

62. bondage

63. breeding

64. cnc

65. creampie

66. dollification

67. degradation

68. face sitting

69. hardcore

70. oral

71. size kink

72. somnophilia

73. spit kink

74. spanking

75. partner swap

76. praise kink

77. primal play

78. public sex

79. quickie

80. voyeruism

🌍 10 alternative universes ;

81. college

82. arranged marriage

83. enemies to lovers

84. bodyguard

85. mafia

86. fake dating

87. sex worker

88. roommates

89. tattoo artist x client

90. single parent

🌘 10 darker alternative universes ;

91. obsessive professor / teacher

92. yandere idol

93. cult leader

94. captured by the enemy

95. possessive gang boss

96. rich him and poor you

97. psych ward

98. post-apocalyptic world

99. prison guard and prisoner

100. cursed knight

Please read that part too!

I know I’ve still requested stories which I’ll upload first. I’ll collect now more requests since I’ve the time to write them. So please be patient. I promise to write yours.

[berryispunk]

⊹₊⟡⋆ Hi, I’m Berry and I accidentally built a whole emotional universe around one broken man ⊹₊⟡⋆ This masterlist is mostly Frankie Morales; soft chaos, poetic regret and smut with feelings. Sometimes it’s healing & sometimes it hurts like hell. Either way he always lingers.

If you're into longing, slow burns, and love that refuses to be quiet... you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

✧ Welcome to the ache. Bring tissues. ✧

🤍 Start Here 🤍

new? confused? here’s your starter pack:

⋆ Reader-favorite: “Slow Motion” —Best friends. Always there, never quite enough. He broke your heart without ever knowing he held it—until everything fell apart, and the only person he wanted was the one he pushed away. (one-shot)

⋆ My personal fav: “Like A Song Stuck In My Head” — This story isn't about happy endings. It’s about almosts. About the kind of love that brands you and ruins you and lives in you even long after. (finished series)

find me here as well : Ao3 , Twitter & Instagram

emoji key: 💔 Angst 🔥Smut ☁️ Fluff 🩹 Hurt/Comfort click on titles for direct access !

Francisco Morales 🤍

Series

What Burned Between Us x (brothers best friend x ofc) (ongoing) 💔 🩹 Series Masterlist

Firsts & Forever (college! Frankie x ofc) (ongoing) Masterlist

Complete Mess (xf! reader) (finished) ☁️💔🔥

I Stole Your Heart, You Stole My Life

You Make Me A Complete Mess **

She Keeps His Shirt, He Keeps His Word **

Rain Down on Me (xofc reader) (finished) 💔🔥☁️ Series Masterlist

Like A Song Stuck In My Head (rockstar! Frankie) (finished) 💔☁️ Main Navigation

Nothing You Can Do Will Save Me (priest! Frankie x ofc) (paused) 💔🔥☁️ Series Masterlist

One-Shot's

How To Fall In Love- Your Guide To The Perfect Meet-Cute ☁️

Mouth(y) Confessions 🔥

10 Minutes 🩹💔

Love Cracks Through Tiny Spaces 🔥💔

Under The New Year's Sky ☁️

Eres Mi Vida 💔

Tidal Wave 🔥

Grocery Shopping 🔥

What I Didn't Say 🩹

Insomniacs 🩹

Your Home’s Only a Town You’re a Guest In 🔥🩹 💔

A Little Extra Care 🔥

What’s Left 🩹 💔

Just for Now 🩹

Blurred Lines 💔

When Words Fail, Let Me Stay 🩹

Everything But Us 🔥💔

Haunted by You (1/2) & What Lingers (2/2) 💔

Slow Motion 💔🩹☁️

What It Feels Like 🔥

All In ☁️

Where You Left Me 💔

Poetry in a Room Full of Noise (1/2) & Serendipity (2/2) ☁️

In The Wake of Our Ruins 🔥💔

Insatiable 🔥

Stars Above, Us Below ☁️🔥

The Way You See Me (1/2) & The Way I See You (2/2) ☁️ 💔🩹

Chicken Soup ☁️🩹

Just For The Record ☁️

Thunder 🩹💔

More Than This 🔥

Did You Have Fun? 🔥

Don‘t Let You Go ☁️

Heatwave 🔥

Borrowed Time 🔥💔

Midnight Miles 🔥

Your Hands On Me 🔥

The Day I Met Your Mom ☁️

Brat Tax 🔥 ☁️

Every Way That Counts ☁️

Drabble Challenge 11/24 (finished)

to find under the tag #glimpsesofus

Other works

101 Reasons To Love Francisco Morales

In The Depth Of You

Build Up Walls

Francisca the Fierce

Sundress

Mouthful of Worship

Tether

The Shape Of His Absence

Echoes In The Quiet

NSFW- Alphabet

Denim

🎞️ Other Pedro Characters 🤍

Kermit - Late Nights 🔥 ⟡ Cream and Sugar, Baby ☁️🔥

Ezra - Orbiting You ☁️

Javi Gutierrez - The Art Of Giving ☁️ ⟡ Under The Surface ☁️

Oberyn Martell - Happy Accidents ☁️

Pero Tovar - By The Fire ☁️

[throatgoat4u]

hello, hello, hello, hello to all my lovely people out there. i wanna start of by saying happy valentines to every single one of you. whether you're single, in a relationship, or have just broken up, i hope you all enjoy this amazing day of love and share it with their loved ones.

today's not just about a romantic partner, but to people who you just love. tell your family how much you love and appreciate them for all they've done for you and if that's not an option, share your gratitude with your friends or people who have constantly been there for you and have made you feel loved.

do something kind for someone. give them a hug, write them a letter, compliment them, whatever. you don't have to make some big gesture or go all out, just let someone know you appreciate them.

but most importantly, make sure you love yourself. self love is just as, if not more, important than anything else. how are you supposed to put in your time and effort in loving someone else if you can't do that for yourself? so whether you want to go out and spoil yourself or stay in and take a nice bath and watch movies, make sure you're putting your love for yourself first.

but, loving yourself isn't just about spa days and self care (but like that shit's like amazing so like i definitely recommend a nice everything shower if you're not doing anything today.....) it's also about speaking to yourself kindly, forgiving yourself for past mistakes, and acknowledging that you deserve just as much love as everyone else on this amazing day!

now, that being said, i'm gonna spread all my love to some of the most amazing people on this app! (this is where my formality ends, trust 🤞)

@onevison. i literally love you so much omg. you are one of the nicest people ever and you're actually so creative with your aus. i love talking to you and always enjoy when we chat. i love you!

@freshloveee. you're so so so good at writing and genuinely one of my favorite writers on this app. you're honestly so sweet and kind. i love you!

@chrepsi. you're genuinely one of the funniest people on this app, i cannot. i love your vibe and your music taste is just so ugh. you're so cool. i love you!

@muwapsturniolo. so you're literally amazing?!?! like you're so gorgeous and funny and such an amazing writer. idek how many times i've reread your shit but it's too many to count. anywho..... when's the next album coming out sza????? i love you!

@leoslaboratory. i just binge read your fics last night btw. you're fucking amazing and i love everything you do. dealer!chris is amazing and i absolutely love it. your fics for black history month are eating btw. i love you!

@phone4pills. so so so cool. you're theme is so cool, you're fics are so cool, you are so cool. i'm genuinely sooo happy anytime i've seen that you've posted a new fic or something and am always looking forward to when you write more. i love you!

@mattscoquette. you're just sooooo like awesome. i love everything you write and i love scrolling through watching you answer asks cause you're so funny. i'm still heartbroken over a change of heart (and the fact that you've ruined that song for me 💔). also like petition to bring back my man perv!matt. he doesn't get the love he deserve. anyways, when i was lurking here, i would always stalk your page and you were the first person i found on sturniolo tumblr. you were genuinely such an inspiration for me and one of the biggest reasons i started posting what i write. i love you!

@thenickgirl. you're my favorite nick girl out there. i love how you write for him and give him the attention he absolutely deserves. just cause he's gay doesn't mean we should leave him out guys 😞💔. you're such an amazing writer and you're so funny. i love you!

@t0riiiis. you're literally like so relatable and i feel like i can always talk to you without getting bored. you're there for me and you've shown your love for me countless times and i cannot even begin to say how much it means to me. i love you!

@oopsiedaisydeer. i'm sooo happy that we're like friends now because you're such a nice and cool person. you're an amazing writer and i love when i see updates on your ponyo au. you're so sweet and show me so much support on literally everything. i love you!

@bernardsbendystraws. dare i say that you're the mother of sturniolo tumblr?!?! you're genuinely such and amazing and funny person and make the tumblr fandom a much better place. i love how during that whole pedo scandal, you were there for absolutely every single person and were so helpful in the whole ordeal. you aren't scared of what anyone says about you and you're so confident, it's so admirable (this also goes for @muwapsturniolo, cause if i recall correctly she called her workplace or something like that which is honestly a boss ass move). your writing is also just amazing and never disappoints. you're like a breath of fresh air (that sounded better in my head but it's okay). i love you!

and i've saved the best for last, @snoopychris. idek what to say. like i'm being serious. i love you so much and you're my absolute favorite person on here. i love being able to talk to you everyday and ik you'll be there to listen without judgement. you're so funny (and a bit odd) and i love you for it. you're genuinely like a big sister to me in a way and i just feel like talking to you makes my day. whether it's about an au or just yapping (or saying some weird shit about chris) it always makes my day just so much better. i literally trust you soooo much even if we’ve only known each other for a short time. like when i say i trust you, i mean like i TRUST you. atp, i trust you enough to know what my face looks like, my actual name, and other personal info. like genuinely i feel so comfortable talking to you and you never fail to make me happy! you're such a fun person and so creative. also you're writing?!?! i literally love it. i love you 🧠!

obviously there are so many other people who i absolutely love, adore, and cherish with my whole heart, but these people stick out to me! anyways, i love you guys so much and am so thankful for everyone's constant support. i'm so happy with all the new friends i've made on this app and am looking forward to making many many many more! with lots of love...

toodles sluts :)

(i felt it was necessary to bring back sluts for this post...)

also the fact that i actually wrote that shit at the top from my heart impresses me….. like what?!?!

also one last note, if there’s some misspelled words or i’m just repeating myself like an idiot, please note that its still early and even tho i woke up over an hour ago, im still like half asleep

[am0ralexis]

She’s Not You (angst) 💔

You and Alex broke up two years ago.

No screaming. No betrayal. No final straw. Just… exhaustion.

He got busier. You got quieter. He missed a call. Then two. Then your birthday. You stopped fighting for space in his life. And he didn’t stop you from leaving.

You packed a bag while he sat on the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it was easier than looking at you.

You stood in the doorway for twenty minutes, waiting for him to say something. Anything.

He didn’t.

So you left.

You muted his accounts for a while.

Blocked the explore page. Avoided the tags. Pretended it didn’t hurt when people posted about how funny he was. How charming. How real.

You told yourself you were healing.

Until one day, a friend sent you a picture.

He was smiling in it. Same smile that used to make your stomach flip. Only now, he wasn’t looking at you.

He was looking at her.

Blonde. Petite. Glossy in a way you never were. One of those streamer girls with perfect lighting and a logo in the corner of every photo.

They were matching in hoodies.

She captioned it:

@ sophiemae: i don’t care if it’s raining as long as i’m with you <3

You remembered the night you first said that to him. You were in a hotel room in Chicago. Sharing cheap takeout and watching the storm outside. He kissed you so slow that night, like he was memorizing you.

You didn’t comment on the photo.

You just threw your phone across the bed and told yourself he probably didn’t remember.

He didn’t message you for a year.

Until one night—2:04 a.m.—you woke up to your phone lighting up.

Alex: do you still sleep in my hoodie

Your heart stopped.

You stared at the message, breath caught in your throat.

Alex: the green one with the hole in the sleeve. i think about it sometimes.

You didn’t respond.

You didn’t block him either.

He messaged again weeks later.

Alex: remember arizona?

Alex: that gas station where we got slushies and yours tasted like bleach

Alex: i still laugh about that shit sometimes

You typed: it tasted like regret

Then deleted it.

Then retyped: yeah. i remember.

He didn’t answer. But he didn’t stop, either.

It became a pattern.

Always late. Always vague. Never asking for you directly. Just pieces.

Alex: do you still wear my flannel

Alex: the red one you stole and swore was yours

Alex: i saw one that looked like it and had to leave the store

Alex: i heard your laugh today. or someone else’s. it ruined me for a second.

Alex: i drove past that place we got ramen. the one you said smelled like wet socks.

You laughed. You cried.

You didn’t respond every time.

But when you did, it was small.

yeah.

i still have it.

it wasn’t that bad. you’re dramatic.

Each message was a weight you thought you’d already put down. But he kept lifting the memory, turning it over, reminding you that the past wasn’t dead—it was sleeping. And he kept poking it awake.

You watched him live a new life online. Cute selfies. Couple TikToks. Brunch dates with her, perfectly curated and captioned.

But at night—

He was still messaging you.

One night, you ignored him for two weeks.

No reason. You just couldn’t do it anymore.

But then he sent:

Alex: she’s nothing like you.

You stared at the screen for a long time.

Then finally typed:

is that a good thing or a bad thing

He responded immediately.

Alex: the worst fucking thing

After that, the messages changed.

More reckless. More broken.

Alex: i miss the sound you made when i touched your back

Alex: she doesn’t like the same music. she skips songs you used to love

Alex: i asked her to sing with me and she said no. you never said no

Alex: i don’t even know what i’m doing anymore

You felt sick.

He was unraveling in your inbox.

But still posting matching outfits with her during the day.

Then one night, he called you.

You didn’t answer.

Then FaceTime.

You stared at your screen as it rang.

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to ask why are you doing this to me?

But you let it ring out.

He didn’t leave a voicemail.

He texted instead:

Alex: you were my favorite chapter and i keep rereading you even though i know how it ends.

You cried for a long time after that.

Because you still loved him.

And he still loved you.

But neither of you were brave enough to admit it when it mattered.

[kalisseo]

i know this is so late!! I barely check my strawpage 💔💔 but anyway yes ofc!!

I know this asks for s3 but I'm gonna mention s2 bc I think it's important

also big big warning im a tophabe shipper and an over analyzer blah blah what clone high did y'all watch blah blah im delusional. also sometimes I forget words or phrase stuff weirdly, so I hope that my gibberish makes sense to you!

anyway, now to the interesting stuff!!

how topher feels about people and friendships

a bit unrelated but not really, I think most people loved clone alone, and how all the boys interacted, and me too! it was funny, and a lot of people wanted topher to be a part of the boys group, and obviously me too, but, even though I loved the idea there was something that didn't convince me about it...and i couldn't figure out why until s3 aired

topher's friendship with the bleacher creatures works because they're all outcast

and that's a bit of the reason why topher and abe's friendship worked (in a way)

Topher feels understood by the bcreatures, something he wouldn't have with many people

Topher's feelings towards people, as a whole, are a bit different to his different towards friendship, so first let's take a look at

how he feels about people in a more general view

(this is mainly s2 bc I don't think one can talk about s3 without it, u can just skip it to the next section tho)

Topher has a clear resentment towards the popular or "normal" clones, he tried to cater to people's sympathy using his woke persona, but his peers probably never liked him because of his shitty behavior (personally, I see Topher as more socially awkward that intentionally rude in s2, this doesn't mean that I'm trying to justify him, but in s3 is when he actively tries to ruin the rest of the clones day, when in s2 he's just intentionally "evil" a few times) and topher never understood that was the reason, creating this hate or resentment towards them.

in s2 he's pushed to the side on some occasions, for example in s2e5 when harriet rejects him twice in her musical because well she doesn't like him. another example could be the death maze where jfk destroys his phone and spends more time with abe (something that he caused to himselfff but yeah), then in s3 we have the dialogues 'until she kicked you to the curb' by jackee and 'the same curb we've all been kicked in' by topher, he clearly felt ignored by his classmates, and personally I think he's referring to abe forgetting him and talking to jfk and confucius.

also his roll call song 'nobody likes me, I do not know why',repeating it, but I think it's important to keep it in mind, to Topher, the rest of the clones don't have a reason to hate him but they do, who wouldn't hate their classmates when they seem to hate you too without a reason?

(my personal view is that he blames it on being a clone of columbus, that's why the name change and the woke persona)

so, in a general view, topher first starts to cater to his classmates so they would like him, more than friendships he wants fans, to say in a way, he wants people to like him. he doesn't really seem to care about friends, which could kinda count as canon, s2e2 he only talks to abe because he's basically forced to. all his attempts fail horribly, and even though he made a friend, abe left him too, so he decides to hate everyone and embrace his horrible side, and to me, because of Abe he had mixed feelings.

at first, he probably thinks that friendships aren't really important anyway, and that Abe is just another popular kid who pushed him to the side. I like to think that even so, abe made him realize that maybe he shouldn't be that selfish.

topher and friendships in s3

buttt the way he thinks about friendship in s3 is clearly different to the way he did in s2!

like i said before, in s2 he doesn't seem to care much about it, but in s3 his friends seem to be everything to him!

and to me it's because of what i said earlier, topher feels understood by the bleacher creatures

all of them were losers, outcasts and 'kicked to the curb', they all know what it's like to be slone

maybe topher doesn't really have what he 'always wanted', but he gets a group of friends that for once aren't weirded out by him, he cares about them

one of the reasons why I think his friendship with abe changed his view about how he needs to interact with other people, it's because yeah, topher keeps being bossy with the bcreatures, but he listens to them and pays attention to what they want, something he didn't really do with abe

improvement, if you will, to me this shows how much he doesn't want to lose them

to me, topher is also able to connect with them because he sees them as special, or well different, not in a bad way, but to him they're the same kind of different as him, again, he feels understood, he feels that they're all together against the world, and he tries to keep the group together

he kicks out joan because she didn't respect them and was causing trouble even though joan is supposed to be his crush

then during cloney island, they all decide to just. die there. together, because they're finally accepted, not getting too much into this because this alone could be its own post, but when they decide to escape, it's just because they were convinced that escaping death would bring them closer (bond people, something like that)

sadly I don't have a screenshot rn, but just look at him, he was so happy to be having a bonding experience with his friends

so yeah, topher goes to not really caring about having friends, to them being an important and essential part of his life, and wanting to keep them together, friends are now one of the most important things for topher, he's able to open up to them because they just understand each other

bleehhh

i made a first draft for this post, but I was focusing too much on s2

and I actually have a post like this! but really old so consider this a re make

anyway anon I hope this post gets to you

[lythiannatheultimate]

I made up a story!

In this story, Its Christmas break for the WVBA and everyone visits Bear Hugger at his house. Strangely, Bear Hugger decides to steal an entire charter bus (Somehow does not get caught) and they end up going on a very long road trip to Argentina!

So here are my head cannons...

🇫🇷Glass Joe🇫🇷

•Dating Von Kaiser

•Fell asleep most of the time

•Talked to Von Kaiser about How beautiful France is

•The wind kept messing up his hair

•slept on Von Kaiser's shoulder (aw😊)

🇩🇪Von Kaiser🔩

•Dating Glass Joe

•So sweet

•Got annoyed by soda popinski belting out "I will always love you."

•glanced over for one second an macho man and Narcis were making out(got very disgusted)

• he's chill

🇺🇸 Disco Kid🎧

•Singing to Britney Spears

•Singing in harmony with Soda Popinski

•sitting next to Aran

•Aran ended up falling asleep on his shoulder ( Disco Kid freaked out)

•brung an entire pillow and blanket

🏖King Hippo🏝

•just chilled next to Mad Clown

•Mad Clown might have a little crush on him

•Sitting there looking pretty

•Being innocent

•Just looking at the beautiful scenery outside❤🏞

🌸Piston Hondo/Honda🍣

•was reading some manga until Bear Hugger kissed his cheek and he had a little bit of a gay panic

•I swear he loves bear hugger with all his life

•Ended up having a panic attack because he thought of an extremely traumatic event (I'm so sorry😢)

•Treats Bear Hugger like the love of his life (he is)

•Bear Hugger bought him a plushie of a bear and Piston Hondo was SO happy (Aw so sweet☺️)

🇨🇦 Bear Hugger🏒

•Treats Hondo like his princess

•Had to comfort Hondo because of his panic attack (His heart broke💔)

•brung chip (His squirrel)

• His pet bear (Spruce) was upset he could not go😕

•Watched a hockey game on his phone and Hondo ended up watching

🍛 Great Tiger🕌

•Being a little silly

•Mr. Dream touched his turban and he punched him in the face

•Listening to calming Indian music most of the time ( Which means he is probably fast asleep

•Got REALLY romantic with Rick Bruiser for some reason🤷

•Found Rick Bruiser strangely attractive🤔

🌹 Don Flamenco🇪🇸

• Carmen resisted going (Don's upset he can't see his beautiful fiance)

• Watching the ENTIRE series of the twilight saga on his phone

•Kept a box of roses in his bag

•ended up singing "A Thousand Years," by Christina perri while watching the twilight movies.

•Everyone ends up hearing him and they end up singing alongside him

🇮🇪 Aran Ryan🍾

• Kindly admires disco kid's singing

•Loves Disco Kid with every fiber of his being

•Ends up head banging listening to Slipknot

•Started listening to slipknot and grew to love them

•his favorite song by slipknot is probably "Spit It Out"

🇷🇺 Soda Popinski🍾

•Got VERY drunk

• SCREAMING Britney Spears

• Actually made bald bull happy☺️

•Aran laughed at him and Soda started to laugh

•sitting still and looking pretty

🇺🇸Kid quick🐐

•Was on the verge of a panic attack

•Everyone drove him insane

•Bursted into tears

•scared for Gabby

•was about to actually lose his mind

🇫🇷Gabby Jay💊

•Had to take his pills

•Has dementia and forgot what Hondo told him; Hondo was crying and apologizing like crazy

•Happy to see Joe happy❤

•Concerned for Kid Quick

•Fell to the ground for eight seconds and everyone thought he died😞

🇬🇧Narcis Prince🎽

•VERY upset

•Heike tried to get him to talk but he couldn't

•Cried at the sight of Dragon Chan Crying his eyes out

•Macho gave him a hug

•Banged his head on the window a couple times

🇨🇳Dragon Chan🏯

•Actually SMILED?!

•Was content with talking to Soda

•Mr. Dream ruined EVERYTHING for him

•Had a very major panic attack(Poor guy😢)

•Made soda scared

🇯🇵Heike Kagero💃

•watched season 2 of Sailor Moon

•made Narcis feel better

• Narcis made him feel better

• brushed his hair

•Ended up having to put his hair up

🇨🇳 Hoy Quarlow🐒

•acted very weird

•scarfing down food on the bus for some reason🤷

•Might have a little crush on piston Honda 🤦

•threw up from the food

•Creepily staring at Dragon Chan👀

🇹🇷 Bald Bull🏋

•Very nice towards soda

•actually chill

• so sweet

•actually LAUGHED?!

•Mr. Dream annoyed him like crazy

🇺🇸 Super Macho Man🏄

•Loves Narcis

•Actually comfortable

•Comforted Dragon Chan

•Listening to white girl music and singing in a girly voice💅

•singing CALIFORNIA GURLS WERE UNDENIABLE

🇺🇸 Mr. Sandman🏋

•tired

•Got happy when The ref( Tony) sat with him

• watched a Bruce Lee movie

•made Tony laugh a couple times

•actually got worried for Hondo ( Their friends btw)

🇺🇸 Little mac🏆

•Very calm

•watching boxing matches of Muhammad Ali with doc Louis

•HE SPOKE OH MY GOODNESS

•got very cold and put on his pink hoodie

•was okay since he was sitting with doc

🇺🇸 Doc Louis🍫

•happy he has Little mac with him( I swear he needs to be this kids parent)

•Brought chocolate bars for him and Mac to share

•Made jokes that little Mac actually laughed to

•talked with birdie a little bit

•was very chill

🇳🇴 Alice👩‍🔬

•literally the only girl

•her and ape just chill out together

•actually ended up talking to Little mac ( their friends now😊)

•10 years old

•told Mac her entire life story

That is all I have for now, if I should add anything, let me know☺️!

[mokusilkani]

||HEYYYYYYYY YALL IT’S YA BUD HERE. I CAME BACK FRON THE DEAD TO HAVE ANOTHER SMALL RANT ON SONGS OF WAR||

Anyways, going to the rant. I’ve talked about how underrated Songs of War was and wished how it could be popular again. Then I asked myself a question, what would happen to the fandom if it got popular? I’m genuinely afraid toxic people would join and absolutely ruin the fandom as I’ve seen this happen with many other fandoms I love. Examples being Dandy’s World, Welcome Home, Forsaken, Fundamental Paper Education, and Murder Drones

I don’t want the fandom to be known for problematic stuff but i really want it to be popular, I’m basically stuck on what I want for the SoW fandom💔 I AM SICK AND TIRED OF BEING IN FANDOMS THAT ARE HATED FOR NO FREAKING REASON AND CANNOT HAVE ANY FUN

LIKE NO I DO NOT WANT PEOPLE TELLING ME THAT I CANT SHIP BECAUSE IT RUINS THE FANDOM(Looking at u certain Dandy’s World and Forsaken fans)

NO I DO NOT WANT PEOPLE GETTING HARASSED FOR SHARING THEIR OWN OPINIONS AND NOT FEELING SAFE IN THE SOW FANDOM

NO I DO NOT WANT THOSE WEIRD PEOPLE THAT SHIP CHILD X ADULT/ INCEST/ OTHER PROBLEMATIC SHIPS

Yeah that’s basically all..

[aonogifreactions]

I'm feeling sad :( could you please write some thought about how it would be for Yukio to meet again a crush he had when he was younger after the events of the manga? I don't know how long it would take for him to get over Shiemi :(

I feel you anon. But it's ok, were in this together 😔 I hope you meant crush!reader? Either way, I hope you like it! 🥹 if you guess what song I was listening to, you get bonus points lol.

Note: good ending cuz I can't handle all the angst 💔🥀

Word count: 700+

If Yukio thought the most confusing feelings were past him, he'd be most relieved right now. Unfortunately, life had another surprise waiting for him in the most unexpected way.

While Yukio wanted his twin to be happy, he couldn't help but feel the slight sting in his own heart. Was it love, infatuation, or mere mask for his inner feelings? Perhaps a misunderstanding, even; despite that, he decided to focus on himself and try to work through these feelings in a healthy way.

Weeks have passed by, but he knew this wasn't enough. He expected months, but days took agonizingly slow to turn into nights. Presumably, talking to someone might've given him some ease, but it's not like Yukio didn't want to - no, he'd actually be really grateful to vent these feelings out to someone willing to listen, but the guilt of ruining the peacefulness in the group was too much to bear. He didn't exactly bottle it up, but some of the thoughts consumed his mind like a parasite, slowly marking it's territory.

At some point, he realized he just didn't want to ruin the friendships he barely made; it was hard being around, but one cannot fight its heart's desires.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to— Eh! This is what happens when you do something at the last moment..." You began to rant relentlessly, picking up the scattered papers off the floor, not noticing who, in fact, you just bumped into.

Yukio turned around in haste after feeling the force on his shoulder and almost questioned your well-being on instinct, but immediately stopped in his tracks as soon as his eyes fell on your frantic figure on the floor. He felt like cold sweat just dribbled down his forehead, but at this point this too might've been a delusion. He called out your name quietly, not knowing what exactly was he afraid of.

For some reason, his heart rate began to speed up.

"Yukio?"

Your voice seemed to be just as surprised, but it brought no relief for the half-demon.

He blinked twice after what it felt like eternity, but finally extended his hand to you. The warmth of your hand made his stomach turn. Of course he remembered you; it was the same like before.

You cleared your throat nervously, adjusting the papers in your arms, "It's been a while. How have you been?" You asked the question gently, but your voice played a very well known song on his delicate heart.

Both of you started the exorcist training at the young age, but met a few years after officially becoming one. You looked almost the same, except now your skin was adorned with scars. How can you still remember him?

"What happened to you?" The question left Yukio's mouth without thinking, making him slap his forehead internally. What an idiot, he thought, he didn't even answer your questions. Your eyes widened slightly, "I assisted the exorcists around Tokyo when, you know, shit hit the fan."

Yukio decided not to fight the smile inviting itself on his face. It's good to know that despite everything, you remained the same.

"I remember it a bit too fondly for my liking..." Annoyance danced on his tongue, a hint of sarcasm waltzing along; he looked outside the window, the sun blaring at the bloomed flowers. He took a sharp breath in when he heard you snort, only for his ears to be graced with your laughter shortly after.

It can't happen again, right?

Sensing he doesn't really want to pursue the topic, you decided to shoot your shot.

"Would you like to catch up? Err, about the good things, I guess?" You gripped the papers a bit tighter.

Yukio tensed, adjusting his glasses; another gentle smile appeared on his face, this time looking straight into your eyes.

"I... I wouldn't mind."

The answer was simple, but simple enough for both of you fall into comfortable silence for a moment.

"Well then," you pushed the stack of papers into his arms and tugged one of his sleeves towards the door, "Let's go!"

"W-wait, NOW?!"

Yukio wasn't prepared for it, but his body knew better. He followed you anyway, this time with a bit more hope for the future; his face felt stupidly hot. Hopefully it's not as bad as he thought.

Let's pretend it's not the end of the world.

[wikitpowers]

”memories” by conan gray. kit and ty. CHANGE MY MIND OH MY GOD

Please don't make it harder than it already is I'm trying to get over this

I wish that you would stay in my memories But you show up today, just to ruin things I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized But you're not letting me do that

Now I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning Over and over again I promise that the ending always stays the same So there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again

I can't be your friend, can't be your lover Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love With somebody other than me

Since you came I guess I'll let you stay For as long as it takes

NO STOP BC I JUST LISTENED AND IT IS SO FUCKING GOOD AND INSANELY KITTY CODED NOOOOO WHY WOULD U DO THIS TO ME :'(

u already typed out the lyrics so i won't go into too much detail analysing but i just wanna say:

the start really made me think of kit and how hard it is for him to get over ty, how every time somebody mentions him, it gets harder and harder to stop thinking about him. and the part where conan sings about showing up and ruining things is CRAZY bc we know that will link so hard to the cirenworth reunion scene and ahhhhBsahjsz. plus when trauma was mentioned.... let's just say kitty!coded...

"now i can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night" is making me think of ty sleeping outside kit's room in tda and him definitely doing it again in twp when he wants to protect kit :( and the lyrics "there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again" are so freaking heartbreaking (💔) like just stop stop stop make it stop god. it heavily links to them both being convinced they will never work.

and then the bit about not being anything to each other anymore, how they're like strangers now *breaks down* and then to top it all off, conan had to nerve to sing about falling in love with other people, which ty for sure thought kit did when he heard about his relationship with hazel, when he saw the photo of them two together (bc i hc that he did). and then the song finishing with lyrics about letting each other stay, accepting that they're still in love with each other and the fact that they aren't gonna stop being in love. god my heart broke :(

[daisyjonesgf]

“my boy only breaks his favorite toys” -taylor swift is so billy dunne coded idk

it is, it is, it is, and it's totally giving something muse would write and sell, then she'd hear it on the radio and be like "I sure hope no one realizes I wrote this 😬" but ofc daisy would recognize a writing style and be like "good for you" and then whenever muse is in the car with billy she just changes the station whenever it's on the radio until eventually he gets suspicious when multiple stations are playing it and she keeps very aggressively changing the station and is stressing. and like he's ofc annoyed but in a hypocritical way bc he also airs out muse's flaws and feelings in songs, but like it's not that big of a deal really until he later uses it to justify the release of a scathing song he wrote smh

"oh, here we go again, the voices in his head. called the rain, to end our days of wild"

like all the good times they have together, the partying, the excitement, the intensity, and passion and then something in his head tells him that they're too close, too serious, he gets scared and it ruins everything again

"my boy, only breaks his favorite toys, I'm queen of sand castles he destroys"

literally them. being his girl, his favorite girl, and yet being the one he constantly is tearing down, building up, and then ruining everything at the toss of the hat

"cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night, I should have known it was a matter of time'

representing billy's fear of things being too perfect and he can't help but destroy them. but also when things are so good, muse should expect them to fall apart soon, but everytime she doesn't.

"there's a litany of reasons why we should've played for keeps this time, I know I'm just repeating myself, put me back on my shelf"

literally always a reason they should just stay together, just be together, and everytime she makes the same arguments with billy, and he says the same things to her, it's a never ending cycle. and he puts her "back in her place" in multiple ways, whether it's kicking her out, or bringing her back in to a good phase again

"but first - pull the string, and I'll tell you that he runs because he loves me"

which is exactly what it is and they both know it. he's scared of the love and so he lasbes out everytime it gets too real, which makes it feel almost worth it

"cause you should've seen him when he first saw me"

the instant sparks between them, the way they played the game

"cause I knew too much, there was danger in the heat of my touch, he saw forever so he smashed it up"

again, exactly what it is, he gets too open, too vulnerable, she makes him feel things he's not used to feeling and can see spending his life with her, so he does everything he can to push her away without fully pushing her away

"once I fix me, he's gonna miss me"

she knows if she fully pulled away, cut him off, got better, and learned to live independently and happy by herself that she would haunt his narrative forever.

"just say when, I'd play again"

whenever they break it off and then he comes calling back and she's instantly back in the cycle as quick as she can be

"I felt more when we played pretend then with all the Ken's, cause he took me out of my box, left all these broken parts"

she has the option of Eddie or any other man, but nothing compares to how she feels with Billy, he is the first person who made her feel that type of love and passion, maybe he broke her up too, but every moment of bliss and pretending to be more than they are makes it worth it

ughhhh my shaylaaaa 💔

[autisticempathydaemon]

hi i’m here for the redacted matchmaker thing! :))

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? - freak by lana del rey, it’s such a beautiful song plus the transition to art deco is 😍😍, i’m not really in love with a specific lyric or verse but the way she sings ‘we could slow dance to rock music, kiss while w do it, talk til w both turn blue’ is really satisfying 🫶

What is your Enneagram type? - type 2!!

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? - sort of, i really like ones about the placebo affect

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. - a cat named daisy who used to come around w me everywhere

What is your go-to way to fall asleep? - listening to music under 20 million blankets

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) - not really sure, maybe to something like lottie? i’ve always loved that name

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? - any of regulus’s audios, as creepy as they are they are amazing to listen to, or geordis valenweek vid :)

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) - david and vega, nothing against them just they never appealed to me

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. - mean girls, i can quote basically the entire movie

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? - hush, he’s just a creepy little guy

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) - i don’t think i do? i pretty much go nonverbal when i’m sleepy

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. - i’m british 💔💔

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. - hush’s he is definitely one of my favourites, i can’t wait to see where his storyline is gonna go, also the balance

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? - mha 😞😞😞 it’s so comforting to me and the character development is so good imo

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! - ENFP, i love cats n wombats, my friends are really important to me, i love pink, i can’t survive w out music, i play the piano and i love lana del rey 🎀🤞

tysm!!

Babe, you’re a piano playing BNHA fan. Who else could I give you other than our resident DJ and Redacted equivalent to Present Mic, Hudson?

Obvs, those aren’t the ONLY reasons. Type Two’s are motivated by a desire to be loved and understood; Hudson strikes me as an openly loving and affectionate person. You’re an extrovert; he’s an extrovert. You’re British; of the Redacted bois, Hudson strikes me as the most enthusiastic to have a partner with such a fun accent so different from him. There’s lots of reasons of varying sizes and significances, but your love of music and piano is definitely a major factor.

Hudson is a truly fun person to be with, especially for an extroverted partner. He strikes me as the type of guy who has tons of friends, very popular, and his friends easily become yours as well- especially since he talks about you on air so much. (Maybe he calls you Lottie as a radio pseudonym, before he asks whether you want your real name broadcasted!) Eventually he gets you in the studio with him, maybe playing piano backing tracks or honestly just to hang out with him. He loves sharing his partner and your lovely voice with the world.

Song:

We live in cities you'll never see on-screen/ Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things/ Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams/ And you know, we're on each other's team/ I'm kind of over gettin' told to throw my hands up in the air/ So there

Thank god for Spotify and their algorithmically generated Artist Radios! This song was in the line-up, and it feels right somehow. It’s one of those “late night driving turn up the radio let’s pretend we’re the only two people in the world” songs, but I love the beat in the chorus, so I can also imagine him playing it on air and dedicating it to you. (It’s also funny to me because you figuratively live in a city that you’ll never see in the screen- at least, the empowered part of the city lol)

Runner-ups:

Milo is a runner-up for you because one, I love to stick cute motherfuckers with cute accents together- it’s fun. Two, extroverted cat lovers unite. Geordi was another option for you because I think you two would like the same media and he is so smitten with the way you play piano~

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[miloo-o]

Taehyung on Suchwita🥺 and Namjoon's Bday🥳

What should I talk about first? Let me start with Namjoon's birthday letter on Weverse first. We all know how is it when he comes with long letter.

This was the auto-translated from Weverse. I don't know either if it's already the perfect one. But it's enough to make me in tears 🥺.

"I'm still going through the experience where revealing becomes a weaknessand honestly hurts but I'm not sure yet."

That words that come from him really hurts me. He talk several time about the idol-fans relationship and they talk about this on their 9th festa dinner. Said that it hurts that they can't tell us about everything. Ask us to keep trusting them. I do trust them eventhought I know them just from everything I saw on the screen. If I'm not mistaken Namjoon talk about it on their book, that sometimes he really want to hug his fans but he can't do that 🥺. I don't know how to explain this but BTS and ARMY have that kind of relation that more than just an artist and their audience. Kinda feel like a long-time childhood friends (?). It feels like we know them so well, their behavior, what they like or dislike, and else. We don't have to know every single detail about them, we know it's a stalker behavior, it's illegal. But knowing how they feel about the line they can't across on this idol-fans relation is so sad. There might be some bad consequence from that, fear of ruin their career, fear of upset their fans, etc. I trust them anyway. Their song give me hope and help me went through so many my up and down so let's just stay like that 😊.

"I can't hug each and everyone of you, but my heart is more than that."

Namjooooonnnnn 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭

The tears really streaming down my face after I read those words. The way he deliver about his feelings 🥺. This is one of many reasons why I stay this long on this fandom. I feel so emotionally connected with them. It's not just an empty thank you like "Oh thanks to my fans who keep buying and support our songs." No they're not like that. They are so sincere about their music and people around them 🥺. They respect them all 😭. I love them so much. I mean it. Really from the bottom of my heart. I really want people to understand why I stan them but I don't think they give a fuck. They just want to mock and labelled people like me as a "crazy fangirl" or "maniac".

Next is about Taehyung on Suchwita!

Finally we got another taegi moment! Taehyung is the last guest from BTS on Suchwita so everyone really anticipating this episode. Yoongi kept saying that Taehyung was nervous maybe because it's his first talkshow. What a relieve that it's with Yoongi as the host. Poor baby Taehyung 🥺.

They talk about so many things, Taehyung solo album, the making process, their individual genre, their trainee era, and the 2018.

About them in 2018, I was there when they gave a speech for their Artist of The Year award if I'm not mistaken. Seokjin openly talk about their thought about disband. And then the other member, especially Tae and Hobi started crying so hard. Everyone crying too of course it's hurt to see people you love is sad and hurt. But I don't really understand what they went through to have such a thought to stop. I just know they're tired of all the burden and expectation. Then I read the Beyond The Story book and they talked about it on Suchwita and Festa Dinner, and I just know that they're so physically and mentally drained at the time. They barely got rest and they all burnout. I remember Yoongi said that he vent on the toilet and cried on AMA because he's so scared. I thought it's all great things when they step up on American music but apparently it's all wrong. It's just another level of hard times for them. It's their 1st time being on that stage but of course they don't know what to do since they are the 1st who went there. They can't get any advice from any senior about what to do because they're the 1st who got there. Thank God they made their thought and get their strength as team back 🥺.

They mentioned about Yoongi's letter to Taehyung they talked about on Festa dinner 2018 (since it's Fake Love era). So the rapline were working on Tear, it's a song about broke up but turned out years later that it was a letter for the member. In the middle of working on the song he send Tae and Jungkook a long letter. Now I understand why Taehyung said that he cried so much after he read that long message and why that "I love you" mean so much to him 😭💔. Maybe since they are the youngest in the group so they worried about their condition. To be honest I just read the translated lyrics of Tear on Suchwita. I don't know that the song is really that hurtful. I can imagine how they feel everytime they went on stage on every state, rap about their disband thoughts in front of million ARMY who thought that Tear was a broke up song 😭💔.

Once again happy birthday Namjoon, the best leader, jooniebear, jooniethepooh, jootriever, koalajoon, and everything. I thank God for your existence, for real. I wish you can enjoy your last 20s and have a good day. I wish for your health. I wish for everything you wish can become true. I wish you always surrounded by good people. I wish you know that we trust you on whatever you are working on. Please trust us. Thank you for your existence, thank you for never giving up on your dream so your music can reach me and help me. Thank you for always sharing your thoughts and advice with us. It feels like a have a big brother now that I can depend on 🥺. I love you 💜.

By the way someone made this on Twitter and this is the exact thing I want to do everytime I see his head😭. The urge to caressed his buzzcut.