#Charlie puth fanfic

[violetsandfluff]

“a larger than average nose can be a good chair”

i didn’t realize how fucking long it’s been since i wrote about charlie so… hopefully this is good? <3

“Come on, Y/N,” Charlie insisted as he pulled you onto his lap. “You’re really testing my patience right now.”

“Charlie, I’ll crush you,” you protested. “Please. Can’t we have normal sex or something?”

“Who’s to say this isn’t normal, darling?”

Charlie was practically squirming at the thought of you on his face, your pretty pussy spread out over his nose and mouth. His eyelids fluttered shut as he remembered how addictive the taste of your arousal was. It hadn’t been long since he’d last tasted it, not even a full day, but it was long enough to make him desperate for more.

“Let me be your chair, just for tonight,” he coaxed gently.

“There’s a chair right there,” you breathed uneasily.

“My nose is more comfortable than any old chair,” he retorted, his hand snaking up your thigh to the waistband of your underwear.

“Charlie,” you whispered uncertainly before he clamped a hand over your mouth.

“Come on, madame,” he said simply, wrinkling his nose adorably. “Your stallion awaits.”

Once aboard your steed, you felt as if you were on top of the world. You attempted to shift to a more comfortable position, but it became evident that you couldn’t escape Charlie’s hot tongue. It lapped into you, devouring every drop of the delectable arousal it could find. He pulled your throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking on it profusely. His teeth brushed against the bud, coaxing a low moan out of you.

“Fuck, Charlie,” you whimpered.

“If only you knew how wonderful you tasted,” he remarked, his response muffled under your body.

He continued to devour you animalistically, listening to the symphonies of your moans all the while.

His tongue slid in and out of your folds, lubricating them further as his fingers crawled up your thighs to your waist. He kept them there, holding you on top of him like a precarious humanoid hat, allowing his fingernails to dig into your sides.

After a short while, his nose began nestling itself between your folds as his tongue did its work.

A breathy moan escaped your lips, only serving to turn Charlie on further.

He nuzzled his nose further into your heat, letting it nudge your fluttering walls as his tongue continued lapping at the delicious juices that trickled down onto his face.

You uttered a soft warning before releasing your orgasm.

Charlie allowed it to wash over his face and into his waiting mouth. Once it was finished, you rolled off of Charlie and lay beside him, glancing over at his face.

The lower half of his face was dripping with cum as his tongue darted from between his lips to lick it up.

You bit your lip and squirmed a bit as he moaned upon tasting more of your sweet liquid.

He noticed.

Casting you a coy smirk, he couldn’t help but murmur, “Ikea would never dare market a chair so beneficial, would they?”

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[sieartlery]

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[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the song “Left And right” by Charlie Puth ft. Jung Kook from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 147

Drarry microfic: could it be?

Harry was leaning against the kitchen counter, a warm cup of coffee in his hands. It had been two weeks now and still… every corner of his flat was filled with memories. Memories of warm, sweaty summer nights. Memories of cold, screaming arguments.

He couldn’t escape it. He didn’t want to escape it. Not yet.

Slowly, he took another sip of his coffee, enjoying the slight burn of the dark liquid running down his throat. He should get ready for the day. Teddy was probably already waiting for him at Andromeda’s.

He put the empty mug into the sink and started making his way back to the bedroom to get some clothes. He was about to go up the stairs when there was a faint knock on the front door. Confused, he turned around.

Another knock, followed by some mumbling. A very familiar mumbling.

Could it be…?

Prompt from January 13th

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[cat-kirby]

I love Charlie Puth fanfictions...

"The Beginning of Something Life-Changing" (if you want my wattpad reblog this)

I'm gonna copy and paste from Wattpad (my wattpad), fuck it.

It's 11 PM.  At nighttime. It seems I overslept again after doing hard work. I jumped out of my bed with the sort of "BWOMP BWOMP, BWOMP BWOMP " guitar blasting from the outside.

I grunted with my tail at the top of my head, dizzy. I was trying to process what was going on...

"God, what's going on? Who the fuck is doing this?" I said in a tired voice.

I get up from my bed, feeling wobbly all over the place, pulling up the curtains only to see, there's people screaming from far away. How am I able to hear that?

Anyway. It looks like there's a concert going on. I hear a pleasant voice from someone that sounds familiar in the distance.

"Oh my... this sounds so familiar... GAH!! I WISH I COULD GO! FUCK!" I screamed, out of spite.

My phone starts ringing, with the ringtone of Charlie Be Quiet! playing on it. Someone's calling, and I don't know who. I pick up my phone, only to see an unknown number on FaceTime.

I answer anyway with a confused look on my face. It's.. one of my friends and they're in that concert! And a familiar face is with him...

"YOOO CK! LOOK WHO'S WITH ME!!" screamed Niko while he had a smile on his face. The biggest smile.

"W-Who's that? I don't recognize him..." I said, half-asleep. "He looks a little familiar... ehehe... I swear... W-Who are you?"

"Hey..." a familiar voice said, with a smile, in front of me.

My mind immediately woke up, and my eyes were full of shining stars, only to realize... it was the guy of my life and dreams that I'm meeting for the first time in my life!! WITH MY FRIEND, TOO!!

"Wh- C-Charlie... Puth? IS THAT YOU? THAT'S REALLY YOU? WITH MY FRIEND? NIKO? HI!!! I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!" I screamed happily with tears on my face.

"Yeah, that's right! I kinda figured we would be great friends together. He's really nice! He knows a lot about me too, heh..." Charlie smiled at Niko. 

"But don't even think about doing anything to my computer, got it?" His smile changed to a serious frown.

"Right, okay..." Niko said in a frustrated voice.

"Wait, u-uh... can I see the computer, though? After the concer- I MEAN, uh, well... Charlie...?" I said in an embarassed tone.

"Yeah?" Charlie changed his expression to a happy face immediately. "What is it?"

"Do you... want to be friends with me?" I never knew I would ask this... But here we are...

"Aww, you should have said that already, last time we met in 2020!! Why wouldn't I be friends with a cute thing like you? I'd love to!" Charlie smiled excitedly.

"Y-You're right- WAIT, REALLY? THANK YOU!! THANK YOU! THANK YOUUUU!!" My tail was wagging happily all over the place while my eyes were shining.

"You're an adorable little creature. not even a creature, a cute ball even! I wanna know more about you again!" Charlie smiles even more. Niko starts to smile a little, too.

"Thank you... so much! I am so fucking happy! Wait, can I get on the concert? Are you backstage?" I asked softly with a smile, blushing a little.

"Of course you can! I was just doing a soundcheck. Turns out the guitar was pretty loud... Did that wake you up?" Charlie said with a concerning tone.

"Yeah, it did wake me up for sure... I was grunting when I heard it... And, I was half-asleep! But, hey, you woke me up fully, so I don't have to miss anything!" I smiled happily.

Charlie's POV

Why is she so adorable? She's literally the cutest thing anybody could ever see! I wanna pet her so bad, but I'm not sure if she'll like it...

"Hey, what's your name, by the way? I forgot what it was, hehe..." He smirks.

"My name? It's Cat Kirby! Or you can call me CK! Did you forget that easily? Hehe..." (He better not come up with nicknames, I swear, those really get me in different moods...) I smiled softly.

"Aww, now I remember you. You're so adorable. C'mon, go to the concert!!" He smiled again.

"Okay! I-" He hung up before I said something special. 

"Oh thank god. I almost slipped it out of me..." I went out of the house with my pink fancy looking car, with a sign saying "THANK YOU CHARLIE" on it. I locked the house door and everything else to make sure nobody's going in.

I drove to the concert. I got out of my car, only to see... Charlie and Niko waiting for me. 

"Oh, CK! Where are youuuuu?" Charlie yelled happily. "We've been waiting!!"

"I'll definitely get the song..." Niko mumbled quietly.

"No." Charlie said in a mad tone.

"I AM HERE! I'M TRYING TO RUN TO YOU!" I yelled excitedly.

Niko pulled out a frying pan trying to hit Charlie. But he fails and fell on the floor. Charlie starts laughing maniacally.

"Did you think that would work?!" Charlie kept laughing.

"OH COME ON!! That's not how this is supposed to work!" Niko grunts.

"CHARLIEEEEEE!!!" I screamed, about to hug Charlie tightly.

"THERE YOU ARE, CK!!" He hugged me tightly. We both smiled a lot. I end up blushing red. He giggled after seeing that.

"I'm so glad... I got to see you again..." I said in tears, crying happily on his chest.

[captainfern]

hiii, how are you?? :)

so, I saw that your request is open and I would like to place an order if possible and especially if you like the idea!!

price x femreader, they met because of the friendship between reader and gaz/laswell (or whatever character you prefer!!!) and you know they fall in love but eventually john ends things because he thinks he's putting reader in danger. anyway they end up meeting again at a party/bar/club or some IDK social event and then they end up coming back!!! fluffy, smut and a little bit of angst.

I ended up thinking about it while listening to love song and california by lana del rey + attention by charlie puth lol lolol

ps: I just want to say that I love your writing and your fanfics!! you are one of my favorite call of duty blogs!!!!!!! 💗

ps²: sorry if what i wrote was confusing to read, english it's not my first language

I hope your week is great and full of good things!!! bye bye 💞💗💘💓💕💖💝

Come As You Are

Captain John Price x fem!reader

[“Come As You Are” by Nirvana]

[18+]

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• summary - your captain ends your relationship after thinking he’s putting you in danger. a year later, you meet again, and he shows you how much he regrets his original decision lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.4k • warnings - fem!reader, unprotected piv, some sub!price, praise, oral [f!receiving], cum eating??? ugh idk, implied age gap, strong language, i tried to make it a bit fluffy but my whore brain blinds me 😔🤚, a smidge of angst but not really cause i just can’t write angst 😭

✿ thank you you’re too sweet !! i love the idea <3 i’ve altered it a bit for the smut storyline but i hope it’s ok !!

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Your relationship with Captain John Price had been nothing short of tumultuous.

It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but the entirety of your relationship— both platonic and romantic— was much different to others your age.

You had met Price on a whim— Gaz, your best friend since childhood, introduced you to the idea of joining the military. You did, and he eventually got you the opportunity of a life time, working in an actual task force.

You had been ecstatic. You were a good shot, a machine with a gun, and you knew your skills were unmatched. You had walked into your first day on the task force thinking you were more than just a rookie.

One meeting with Captain Price changed that.

He made sure you knew you had to work for it. You had to work as a part of the team, pull your weight, and ensure that everyone else got to the same point as you did. He put you through your paces, he pushed you to your limits, and eventually, it all came to a head.

You fired up at him. Why was he picking on you? Why was he singling you out? You were just as capable as Ghost and Soap and Gaz. Why did he insist on making your rookie year a living hell?

His answer caught you by surprise— a deep grunt, a jerk of his hand on your shirt, and the slamming of his mouth to yours.

And that’s how it started.

Much similar to how it ended.

[Flashback]:

“I can’t keep putting you in danger like this.” Price said, as you lay on a hospital stretcher, blood marring your face and a deep wound to your stomach, wrapped in gauze.

“It’s not your fault, captain.” You breathed, the lights of the hospital room giving you a headache.

He grimaced. “It’s is my fault. And… the thought of losing you… bloody hell, sarge, it’s tearing me apart.”

You blinked at him, raising a weak hand to place on his, rubbing his knuckles. “You’re not going to lose me, Price.”

He nodded slowly, eyes glistening. “Yeah… I won’t lose you, love. Because you’re being discharged.”

You were confused. “From the hospital?”

Price cleared his throat, emotion choking him. “No, love. From the task force.”

You stared at him, thousands of different emotions brewing inside you, bubbling in the cauldron of your mind. The final product was tears, unexpectedly, streaming down your face. He looked at you, flooded with guilt, shifting his hand so he could grip yours tight.

“Price…”

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered. “I’ve lost too many people in this profession. I can’t lose you too.”

“That’s not your choice to make.” Your voice broke.

Price just nodded. “It is. Captain’s orders.”

Then, he kissed you— gentle, slow, an apology. Your face was wet with tears, shining in his facial hair. He put every bit of emotion he had into that kiss, before he stood up, squeezed your hand one last time, and walked out of the room.

•°•

A year later, you sat at the bar of the most popular night club in the area. The music pulsed around you, bright lights flashing through the darkness, painting the walls neon.

After leaving the military— a gunshot scar on your stomach as a souvenir— you pursued what you always wanted to do. Morphing back into civilian life after spending a couple of years in the military was difficult, but you made it work.

You especially made it work when you finally had the freedom to go out and get absolutely wasted.

But tonight was different.

You sat at the bar, swirling your drink in its glass, pouting into space. Today was the one year anniversary of you being discharged. Despite having knocked back several drinks, your appetite for alcohol had soured, and you suddenly just wanted to go home.

You exited the club and were met by the crisp night air. Shivering, you wrapped your arms around you and prepared to call yourself a taxi.

“All alone?” A random man approached you, around your age, and smiled.

How the literal fuck did he want you to reply to that question? Does it look like you’re standing with a bunch of people?

“Oh, uh, no. I’m just waiting for my… boyfriend.” You stammered, hugging your arms around you tighter as you tried to pull out your phone with shaking hands.

“Well, you want some company while you wait?” The man asked, and you shook your head, trying to be as polite as possible.

“No thank you, I’m fine,” you were trying to think of something to say to get him to leave. “My, uh, my boyfriend doesn’t like me talking to other guys.”

The man hummed, getting closer to you. “Sounds like a prick, your boyfriend. How about I buy you a drink then?”

Was this guy dumb?

“No, thank you.” You said, taking a large step away from him.

He went to follow, but suddenly, he was yanked backwards by the collar of his shirt, and he made a distressed sound from the back of his throat as he stumbled.

You did poorly to hide your shock as Price, in all his glory, stood on the pavement, grabbing the random man by the scruff of his neck.

“She said no, did she not?” Price growled. “So fuck off.”

The man scrambled to regain his footing, before he was hurrying away. You took a deep breath, body suddenly hot as Price approached you, a solemn look on his face.

“Love…”

“Look, thanks for that, but I should really get going—” You rambled, turning away, but he caught your wrist.

He pulled you closer to him, the warmth of his body comforting in the midnight chill. His eyes scanned your face, soft. He brought his free hand up to the side of your head, running his thumb along your cheekbone.

“What are you doing here, Price?” You forced yourself to ask, voice quiet.

He didn’t reply straight away. He just cradled your face after bringing his other hand up from your wrist, cupping your other cheek. He stared at you, like he was memorising your features, eyes suddenly glossy and a small smile quirking at the corners of his mouth.

“Just out for a drink.” Price answered, and you could smell the faint aroma of tobacco, whiskey and mint on him. “You?”

“Same.” You replied, relishing in his large hands around your face.

He thumbed your cheekbones, sighing softly to himself. “I’ve… I’ve missed you, love.”

You were trying not to cry now.

“Think about you every day,” Price breathed. “I… I made a mistake. I’m so sorry I let you go.”

You felt paralysed by his words, pinned beneath his gaze. Your body was hot and cold at the same time, your hands clammy but goosebumps still rippled along your bare arms.

“I’m such an idiot. I should never… I should never have let you go the way I did,” Price said. “I was just so scared of losing you that, in reality, I did lose you, didn’t I?”

You nodded slowly, tears stinging in your eyes. “Yeah…”

Price held your face tighter, but still gently. “Jesus, love, I’m so sorry. Will you let me make it up to you? I… I have so much to say. So much to apologise for.”

You felt yourself nod again. “Let’s go back to mine.”

•°•

“I’m sorry, love—”

When you went back to your place, you had every intention of talking it through with Price. After all, it had been a year since you had last spoken to each other.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I missed you so much—”

You had a feeling deep in your stomach that you’d forgive him, that you’d give in to his charm. So you accepted his apology. Of course you did. You loved him.

“Missed you so much— should never have made you go— I’m so sorry—”

You loved Captain John Price.

“Ah, fuck, love, missed this, missed you—”

Which is why the two of you were fucking on your couch.

“Missed this pretty cunt— ah, fuck.” He gripped your hips as you rode him, moving back and forth, up and down on his lap.

He was panting and whining beneath you, your hands on his shoulders, keeping you grounded. He watched the way you sucked him in; where his cock slipped in and out of your dripping heat. Each bounce you made on his cock, each squeeze of your gummy walls, made him spew out even more rambles, throwing his head back and huffing loudly into your living room.

“So good, s’good as I remember,” he groaned as you ground yourself against him. “Missed this wet cunt. Missed you, love.”

A broken record, he was. But it was playing the most beautiful of symphonies.

“I know, Price, I know,” you said. “Missed… ha… missed you too.”

He looked at you, and that’s when you noticed his eyes were brimming with tears. He moved his hands from your hips to your waist, gripping you comfortingly as you worked your cunt around his cock, moving in tandem with the small thrusts of his hips.

You felt your heart melt. Leaning in, you sealed his mouth in a warm kiss. He moaned into it, tongue licking against yours, chest flushed to your bare tits. The coarse hair made you squirm in his lap.

“So good, love, so good, fucking hell,” Price mumbled as you pulled out of the kiss. He ducked his head to suck at your neck, and you could feel a slightly cold wetness. Tears? “Love you so much, my love.”

You were relishing in the way he whined into your neck, holding you as if you’d fly away at any moment. His thrusts were becoming more desperate, you noticed, and your thighs began to ache in your attempts to keep up.

“I love you too.” You whispered, legs shaking.

Usually, it’d be you reaching your peak first. But, just as that burning sensation began to build in your lower tummy, Price was letting out a guttural moan from the crook of your neck.

He was thrusting into you in mismatched rhythm, teeth skimming against the soft skin of your neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry— fuck, I can’t—” Price moaned, shooting his load inside you.

You hummed a moan, mouth parting as his motions stilled. You stopped your movements as well, cunt aching with the need for release. You were so close—

Price held your flushed body to him, whimpering softly into the curve of your neck. His semi-hard cock plugged his seed into the depths of your cunt, which throbbed around him in tandem with your racing heart. You could feel slight droplets of his cum and your arousal begin to seep out of you.

“‘M sorry,” he whispered, sucking at your neck. “Couldn’t wait. Felt so good ‘round me. So wet and tight.”

Your stomach fluttered, body tight and tingling and your core was almost aching. You let out a shaky exhale. Price could feel the way you were twitching around his cock, and he suddenly felt even more guilty.

But an idea came to mind.

Carefully— with whatever remaining strength he had after coming the hardest he had in over a year— he lifted you off of his cock. He moved you from his lap so that you were laying on your back across the couch.

You stared at him as he massaged his hands up your bare legs. His eyes trailed along your dripping cunt, watching his cum leak out. He gripped his cock, stroking it a few times, before groaning and releasing it. He instead grabbed hold of your thighs as he positioned himself along the couch also.

He placed your thighs on either side of his head, the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs tickled by his beard. You writhed against the couch as his warm breath fanned against your dripping core.

“Price?” You voiced.

“Yeah, love?”

“What’re you doing?”

His hands tightened around the fat of your thighs. He grunted, “Apologising.”

Then, his mouth came into contact with your heat. You jerked, eyes rolling in your skull, hips pushing against his face. He probed your abused hole with his tongue; thick and warm, making you moan loudly.

The sounds were obscene. He was literally lapping his own cum out of your cunt, mixed with your arousal; a lustrous elixir that continued to pool down the slope of your arse, smearing across his face.

His tongue moved in and out of you. With each movement, he was grunting and releasing guttural sounds from the back of his throat. He massaged your thighs, kneading the soft flesh with large, calloused fingers.

Price’s nose nudged your clit repeatedly; the enflamed nerves hyper-sensitive. You moaned his name, shooting a hand down to clamp into his hair. You tugged, pulling his face further into your cunt, and he hummed, satisfied.

He traced his tongue up and down your folds, circling around your clit before applying suction and drawing it into his mouth. You wanted to scream as the pressure built, before he was dragging his mouth back around your hole, stuffing his tongue back inside with an embarrassing squelch.

“Price, oh my god, Price,” you groaned, grinding yourself onto his face. “So close, ‘m so close.”

Price spurred you on, redoubling his movements, fucking his tongue into you faster. Your stomach was growing tight with pleasure, your legs shaking against his head, breath coming in pants.

“Hngh,,, oh, fuck, Price—!” You moaned as your orgasm slammed into you.

You felt yourself gush into Price’s mouth as he continued his ministrations, tongue stroking you through your release. His happily lapped up every last milky droplet of you release, humming contentedly against you.

You whined, tugging his head away from your core, urging him to kiss you. He complied, his face wet, the taste of you on his lips.

“Missed you so much, my love,” he whispered, kissing you again. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again. I promise.”

You giggled. “Well, I am going to have to go to the bathroom.”

“Guess you’ll have an audience.” Price said jokingly, and you laughed again.

“I didn’t take you for a voyeur, Price,” you winked. “I also didn’t think you had a piss kink. Damn. The more you know.”

Price rolled his eyes. “Don’t even start, love.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lower face tacky and still rather wet. But you didn’t care.

“I love you, Captain.”

“I love you more, my darling.”

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[petals2fish]

1. Fortnight - functioning alcoholic 🥲 YOUR QUIET TREASON. All my mornings are Monday stuck in an endless February. POSTIC GENIUS. Magical move on drug YIKES. I love you you tis ruining my life. I touched you for only a fortnight but I touched you. “My husband is cheating I want to kill him.” MOOD. I love you it’s ruining my life. I’m calling ya but you won’t pick up. Went to Florida?!?! 🫡🫡🫡 thank you post Malone for your service.

2. The tortured poets department: “I’ve seen this episode but still loved the show.” Aka I THINK IVE SEEN THIS FILM BEFORE AND I DIDNT LIKE THE ENDING. “Who’s gonna love you if not me.” Lol “We’re modern idiots!!!!” JUSTICE FOR CHARLIE PUTH!!!! “A tattooed golden retriever” made me laugh out loud. “I chose this cyclone with you.” Is so Jily plz. “You’re not Dillion Thomas and I’m not patting smith.” Okay Tay. NO FUCKING BODY: 👍🏼 “Sometimes I wonder if you’ll screw this up with me.” Spoiler ‼️ he did. “Everyone we know understands why it’s meant to be.” I didn’t thanks. “Because we’re crazy.” Okay mood. HE PUT THE RING IN HER RING FINGER?!?! “CLOSEST IVE COME TO MY HEART EXPLODING?!?!” PLEASE?!?! “You left your typewriter at my apartment straight from the tortured poets department.” Five stars!!

3. My boy only breaks his favorite toys: ‘I’m queen of sandcastles he destroys.’ Jumps out at me. “Cause I knew too much.” WHAT DO YIU KNOW TAYLOR. “Should have known it was a matter of time.” Taylor is the queen of ignoring red flags. 🚩 This is a fun beat though besties. “Once I fix me, he’s gonna miss me.” YEAH. TELL EM BESTIE. “Stole my tortured heart and left all these broken parts. Told me I’m better off.” Sorry Taylor you were better off babes.

4. Down bad: NICER BEAT OKAY. “Dawn bad crying at the gym.” Mood. “Fuck it if I can’t have him I might just die.” No why is this so FUNNY. Like this is Matty we’re talking about for sure. “Everything forms out teenage petulance.” I mean yeah cause you were still developing a prefrontal cortex when you met him. “So fuck you if I can’t have us.” HAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS PART. Honestly I feel you Taylor, I’ve been dumb for a dumb boy before too. It’s okay.

5. So long London: EXCISE ME OPENING WITH A CHORAl. THESE KYRICS WHATLFHAKRHS FUCKKKKK. How much sad did you think I had??? Oh the tragedy?! So long London, you’ll find some one???? “You left me at the house by the heath.” “I stopped CPR”?!?! 😿😿 “YOU LET Me give all that you for free?!?!” SHE GAVE YOU A FUCKING GRAMMY YOGURT BOY AND YOU DIDNT EVEN WANT IT. “too graves, one gun?!” Good for you baby girl. “I’ll find someone” SHUT THE FUCK UP. I’m gonna throw up. Fuck fuck fuck. Taylor 😿😿😿😿 “I DIED ON THE ALTER” ALDBSKAHDBSJSKS NOOOOO. I’m crying. My Shakespeare queen. You’ll find someone RIPS at my heart.

6. But daddy I love him: “bedroom eyes like a remedy.” Fuck how many matty songs are we getting. This reminds me so much of a faith hill song. No I will not elaborate right now. Very country narrative. This one will be fun to scream in concert just for the “I’m having his baby…no I’m not!!!” Very chaotic. 4/5 stars.

7. Fresh out of the slammer: daily disappearing just to see him smile?!?! Girlie pop you really do lie to yourself don’t you??? “He was with her in dreams” I mean it’s really joeover. This song is fun, I like it, very chaotic as well. 5/5 stars.

8. Florida!!!: Florence my queen you make this song beautiful, I need more listens to deconstruct it though:

9. Guilty as skin: girl just write self insert fanfic if you want to fuck someone this badly (can’t wait to write and read fics based off this one hahahaha) 5/5 stars 🌟

10. Who’s afraid of little old me?: shit I’m crying. Fuck fuck fuck. She truly hates most of the new fans huh. Lmaooo SHE SINGS THIS IN ALL HER REGISTERS OMGGGG. It’s all her past selves screaming at us!!! Aldhaksjdka she’s so fucking clever

11. I can fix him no really I can: AHAHA THE ENDING KF THE SONG ALDBSKAHDKAJDHAKDHW SHE REALLY SAID “OH SHIT DAMN I FUCKED UP DIDNT I” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

12. Loml: Joe Alwyn you need witness protection

13. I can do it with a broken heart: oh god this was hurts me more than so long London because it hits home for every damn time I had to preform on stage and then go cry in the shower between shows 🥲

14. The smallest man who ever lived: 🚨🚨🚨 found at the scene of the crime: Joe Alwyn's Small Dick

15. The alchemy: AHHHHHHH!!! HOLY FUCK WE GOT A TRAVIS SONG ALDBSLAHDBSKSJDBWKEHDBAKWJD HE GOT A SONG FUCK YESSSSS

16. CLARA BOW: the outro. The OUTRO. THE FUCKING OUTRO. I’m dead. 😵

Overall: I love it. I love it. I love it SO DAMN MICH. you can tell how much time and effort she put into production and story telling. FUCK. I love this album as much as I loved Folklore the first time I heard it!!

[fabseg-reader]

Cerisette: The Last Day (Alternate ending)

I've made a Cerisette minicomic/fanfic. That resumes how it should be happened in The Last Day.

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Gabriel has made his suicide wish for bring back Nathalie to life and join Emilie in afterlife. Marinette is mourned about his ex-enemy's disappearance. He had just requested her to tell to Adrien, his son, he had made efforts to be a good father for the boy. He was Monarch and he has ceased to exist from the universe. All she can see in front of her are the Twin Rings, Gabriel's glasses, Configured Miraculouses, and the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses on the ground.

We can see his ghost (I named him Ghost Gabi).

Meanwhile, behind Marinette, an unknown teenage girl is watching the pigtail-haired girl. This mysterious girl held in a pocket of her jeans the Butterfly Miraculous (the brooch that Gabriel held when he was Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth/Monarch and Ladybug/Bug Noire had make it fall in the water under the lair at the end of the battle some moments ago). She had taken the brooch during the Wish processus.

The first action she makes is...

...She hugs her.

The unknown girl shares her sadness with Marinette despite the fact she initially came to enact her revenge against both Ladybug and Monarch. Now, for an unknown reason, the intriguing girl is just feeling compassion and respect for Marinette (who is Ladybug during all this time).

The kwamis are confused. Tikki and Plagg (who return back in their initial forms from before (little "extra-terrestrial" creatures)) were going to alarm Marinette about the anonymous "intruder" behind her back until the guest make a hug to the mourned girl. Nooroo (who hides behind the back of the enigmatic girl) is even intrigued about his new holder's gesture.

Marinette, who still sad, seems to not realize yet that is happening with this unexpected person who hugs her.

A dozen seconds passed since the hug thing, Marinette finally turns her look at the girl. She's a bit surprised.

The girl: "I haven't planned this in my agenda. I just offer my condoleances, Marinette. But now, I guess you must repair it all now."

Marinette: "Planned what ? Huh ! (careful and intrigued) Who are you, girl ?"

In same time, the girl's voice seems too familiar for Marinette.

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I let you imagine the sequel. Fanfics and comment granted.

Some Musics for this story:

[waterparksdrama]

ok track by track review of Intellectual Property. GO!

as you wish anon. be warned this is literally like one of maybe 4 times i've listened to this album in full again

st*rfucker - a bit too saccharine on first listen but it has better replay value as time goes on. the beginning of the shoehorned jesus lyrics and the continuation of limo imagery to represent fame which is actually fitting admittedly bc just like a limo that is supposed to represent glamour and celebrity living, they are just as widespread and accessible as him and aren't really that glamorous at all. also this is me saying again wow he complains a lot about fame for someone who isn't really that famous. i still hate the cutoff at the end bc. cmon man. 7/10

real super dark - ok i did like the gilbert gottfried inspired melody i think that's fun actually. the song lyrics? uhhhhhh. just more complaining. if you have listened to any of the albums since fandom you are not missing much there other than the otto serial killer jokes he has inserted here? which is a choice i guess. instrumental is great tho. i feel incredibly stupid listening to a lot of the other parts of the song tho. 7/10

funeral grey - god i can't bear listening to this one on my own i'm sorry. live it's fine, but the studio recording i would rather kill myself than listen to again. IT'S SO ANNOYING. the terrible overenunciated vocals. awsten's attempt at humor by writing these wattpad fic lyrics that make me cringe to my core because i know there's a part of him being genuine. the one direction ripoff hook because he managed to get one of 1d's actual songwriters to help write the track. the only saving grace is the ending but at that point it's too late for any redemption. 2/10

brainwashed - ironically this was written with the 1d guy again and. i'm actually fine with this one LOL. it's simple and lowkey so it's considerably less annoying than funeral grey. considering awsten said the lyrics on this album were hypersexual, but it's 2023 so this is fairly tame, it just makes me wonder how much he has repressed in his psyche. 6/10

2 best friends - ok now we're back to simple annoying. if you tune out the lyrics enough, it sounds like disney channel filler music. but it's actually about ~~sExxxx~~ hahahahaha everything about this album so far is like reading fanfics clearly written by middle schoolers. awsten's sad about his situationship so he goes out with his 2 best friends to forget but it doesn't work :( but he could just fuck his friends bc it wouldn't hurt to try at this point. hey what if this was what the song was actually about that because in travis' insane songfic he made jawn and awsten hook up during this chapter #neverforget #riptravisficeventhoughmebitchingontumblrmadehimkillit 4/10

end of the water (feel) - hearing awsten try to hit those high notes reminded me of people saying brendon straining on his high notes on the last panic tour was like hearing a dog that needed to be shot out back for its own good. this is very obviously a charlie puth ripoff to the t because not only does he hit high notes that no man should ever reach, but i'm pretty sure the verse instrumentals rip off "light switch" by charlie. anyways more of "ughhhhh i'm not getting a text backkkkkk" that makes me want to throw awsten's phone into the pacific. i still don't know why kurtis conner is here and how this is supposed to relate to any of this at all. also actually now that i'm crossing checking the genius pages for these, the descriptions for these songs make them sound much better than they actually are lol. 3/10

self-sabotage - this one is mid on it's own but funny because i remember the amount of twitter discourse this song has spawned. "awsten's being toxic and misogynistic" did we not listen to some of the songs off fandom "awsten has bpd" what if he just sucks sometimes. the memories of this are more memorable than the song itself. 5/10

ritual - remember when i found out the soundbyte at the beginning was from an aids psa. good times. fine song other than the shoehorned soundbyte. the entire song is just a repetition of the verses and chorus like a ~~ritual~~ spooky! i like the flair vincente void adds with his screams i feel like this feature makes more sense because it's a song about protecting yourself from the doctrines of religion that harmed you when you were growing up and apparently vincente has known awsten since he was 13???? only thing i hate is the corpse ripoff ending so much so that i have a personal version where i edited that out. 8/10

fuck about it - BORINGGGGGG OH MY GODD. if you've heard one blackbear feature, congrats you've heard them all because they all sound the same and blackbear adds no energy whatsoever. he made a bayside instrumental sound boring you really can't underestimate him. anyways back to the song itself; the situationship has dissolved into pure sex and disinterest and annoyance outside of that and with the way awsten sounds like he plans having hate sex, i don't think he's ever had hate sex before. there's the ending synth i think is fun and that's the only reason this gets a point at all. 1/10

closer - it's a sweet song but um. haven't we heard this in a way before? *cough cough 21 questions* i think this is the closest (lol) parx comes to at a return to pre-fandom form, but when i listen to the chords too much i'm just like "did he lowkey rip off that one smashing pumpkins song". anyways it's just about needing to be closer to someone or ending the relationship completely. simple but effective but not nearly as effective as 21 questions for me sorry. 7/10

a night out on earth - ok i had physical tickets to the last tour bc i won them on idobi so i was like "THIS SONG BETTER BE AT LEAST DECENT BC I STILL HANG UP THE TICKET WITH THIS NAME" and it was at the least. it's like. a good waterparks song, but i feel like i've heard it already? my mind goes back to see you in the future but for these i can't tell who's ripping off who more lol. yeah i feel like other than some interesting production here and there it's a rehash of shit we already heard before. shoehorned religious lyric. fake ass band guys. "i turn my agony into songs and people only like when i'm hurt". "i've been dead since 2016" (part two). "i'm evil now. idgaf. wat ever."

and then i think the part that makes me go awwww but also confuses me is the im a natural blue radio interview snippet? like why does this all tie in together now. geoff's not even here bro how is this the only release where otto's the only one namedropped when awsten hasn't even named dropped him until last album. 80% the album is about some random relationship how is this supposed to tie into all of these.

idk i feel like i've just had this on my mind when when of my mutuals made their own analysis on awsten's mindsets towards life and said how he uses fear as motivation but his perfectionism keeps him from using failure as an editor and how this song was the peak example of this; the rehash of the same ideas over and over because despite his stubbornness, despite "ultimately -not- giving in to the perception that you’re worth ‘Demonizing'", he never confronts the problem for real, just compartmentalizes the problem away and doesn't truly overcome the root of his problems. that's what i feel like manifests in this album for me to be put off by it at its core. nothing ever changes, he just finds a new situation to complain at. maybe that's also why his fans never change even as new ones come though. maybe that's why we also stay stagnant in this with him.

again i get it, he's a public figure; if he did dive too deep into this and didn't choose to generalize the lyrics for his own sake, he would probably end up incriminating himself way too much and have a hard time performing some of these songs. but i can't help but wonder. if he's truly getting over a mental obstacle like that, or keeps himself so set on the future that he ignores the problems he never solved. like he always does. like he always seems to be doomed to. anyways, 7/10 song.

all in all, it's an album that tries to reach a concept of coming to terms with your sexuality and religious trauma all entwined in fame but in reality it's mostly just about a sucky situationship and awsten complaining again while putting in random religious references sometimes and the beginning and ending are about fame. my hot takes are: tennis imagery = gay sex, there's not enough of a distinction between "soulsucker" and awsten to make "album lore" when the overarching concept of parx's discography is "awsten's life sucks", and darth vader is luke's father. - iz

[seokjinsonlyone]

what sides or communities of twitter or insta do u think the members would be on

jk would be on tiktok making charlie puth edits

yoongi would be on sports twitter probably secretly writes steph curry fanfic or something

jimin would be on black twitter he wouldn't post but he'd like a lot and get all the tea and then bring up the conversations irl

tae would have an old timey aesthetics page on ig as his main and then be like a zootopia enthusiast on a separate spam page bc he's a furry

joon would be on army twitter waxing poetics and putting hoes in they place he'd also have a separate personal page just for posting his travels but would main the army acct

hobi would have one of those ig pages where they make godzilla or the rats do the kpop dances and it'd crack him up each time and he'd show them to the members before posting every single time

jin would have one of them random ig pages where they got them stonks | conk creak babey | behold we hath the cheestick type memes like the ones that don't make a lick of sense (my favorites)

[user-needs-new-hyperfixation]

Get to Know You Tag Game

Thanks for the tag, @hergan416!

Three ships: Sherliam, Hannigram, Kurofai. Absolute pillars of my personality. Probably concerning!

First ship: I think the first one I really went all in on (writing fanfic, delving into fandom, etc) was Sparrabeth. Which was also a key component in my bisexual awakening (this does not constitute an endorsement of JD as a person 😅). How many bisexual/lesbian awakenings was POTC Keira Knightley responsible for?

Last song: Currently have Charlie Puth's Girlfriend (Haywyre Remix) on repeat because meaningless pop soothes my brain.

Last movie: Glass Onion, I think? Not a movie person.

Currently reading: Mostly fanfic in between Yuumori chapters (most recently I've been thoroughly enjoying letting Hergan's Poison Paradise give me Sherlouis brainworms). I'm eagerly awaiting the next English volume of TGCF, and some promised MerMay shenanigans from Silver and her partner. I have been meaning to get around to the Bigolas Dickolas book.

Currently watching: youtube stuff and a random assortment of European murder-of-the-week detective shows.

Currently consuming: sparkling water

Currently craving: the ability to focus 😅

Tags: ngl a quick peek around suggests most of the people I would tag have already been tagged. So anyone who sees this and wants to do it but who hasn't been tagged, take this as me tagging you and go for it! Tell the world I sent you! 😆

[violetsandfluff]

Concept: You've moved to LA with Charlie but you don't have the means to dress like the girls in his peer group

They make fun of you and Charlie finds out

So he picks some pretty little outfits for you

I'd love to imagine what he'd choose

cewt. you give the best concepts 😫😌 but sorry this took a little bit 😬 tw: crying, being upset in general, nudity (not graphic), a bit of smut at the end, and spiders. 😖

“Baby, I wanna go home.”

Your words thudded like bricks into your unsuspecting boyfriend’s ears.

“Why do you want to go home, love?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “What happened?”

He had just emerged from the bathroom and been bombed with your request, catching him a little off guard.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” you answered carefully, feeling tears creep into your eyes.

“Are you sick?”

“No, Char. I just wanna go home.”

Though confused, Charlie agreed and called an Uber to pick you both up and bring you home. After he’d done that, he walked in the room to say goodbye to the friends that had invited him there.

You insisted on staying outside and waiting for the car to come, but in truth you’d just rather be anywhere else.

You stood outside, leaning against the metal railing, staring blankly at the ground until you felt yourself slipping easily into Charlie’s arms.

He burrowed his face in your hair before asking, “What happened in there, sweet girl?”

You didn’t turn around to face him. You couldn’t. You simply stared ahead before saying, “Nothing. I’m just tired. And maybe I don’t feel well.” This wasn’t a lie, of course. The comments had made you sick to your stomach, frankly.

Charlie didn’t push it. He just stood there, silently holding you, until the Uber arrived.

He helped you in before climbing in himself, and the Uber began driving you home in silence.

You spent the ride playing with your hands, picking at your grown-out nails, trying not to bite them while Charlie sat silently beside you.

He didn’t say anything until you got home, but you knew it was coming.

“If you’re sick, baby girl, you can go lie down for a few minutes. I’ll start a bath for us.”

You knew you weren’t sick in the sense he was expecting, but you did as he said anyway. You didn’t bother pulling back the covers, laying on top of them was enough. They were so soft and they smelled like Charlie.

Charlie rustled around in the bathroom as he made the water nice and warm for you. You could almost hear him adding your favorite bubbles to the water to cheer you up.

He called you, but you pretended to be fast asleep so that he would carry you into the water instead, but your plan nearly backfired.

He poked his head into the room from the connected bathroom to see you curled up in the middle of the expansive bed. “Baby, if you’re sleeping, I’m gonna tuck you in and take a bath without you.”

Moments later, you found yourself scurrying to his side, begging for him to pick you up and carry you into the water.

He just gave you a soft smile and pulled you into the bathroom, where he undressed you and sat you down on the toilet so he could undress.

You watched him in awe, feeling more than usual. Usually, you felt lust upon seeing him, and pride that he was yours, but right now you felt unworthy. And it stung.

“What’s that, darling?”

“What’s what?”

“On your face.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Your hand reaches up to touch your face. Was your makeup smudged? Was there a spider?

“You look sad, princess,” he explained as he scooped you up and lowered you into the water. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong?”

You repeated every word that had been spoken to you while he had ducked into the bathroom for a couple of minutes, and you felt him growing tense beneath you.

“Who said that?”

You repeated the names tearfully, not wanting to upset him further because he was already boiling under the surface.

“Y/N, I can’t believe it. Well, I believe you, but…” he trailed off for a moment to collect himself before restarting. “I—why wouldn’t you tell me? I could have taken them aside and”

“That’s the problem, Char,” you said, your voice giving away your emotional state. “You’re too confrontational sometimes. I just want you to… I don’t know.”

“Babyyyy,” Charlie drawled. “Tell me, please? I want to make it better.”

“I just want you, assuming you even still want me. I don’t want drama. I just want my Charlie.”

“I only want my Y/N,” Charlie said, willing himself not to cry. The tears falling down her cheeks mad him just as emotional. “Fuck all of them. If they don’t want to accept my baby, they don’t accept me either. Easy as that.”

- - -

“Turn around for me, baby. Wanna see that pretty little ass. Make sure it’s covered and perfectly modest, you know.”

“Charlie, since when have you ever wanted me to be modest?” you asked, tipping your head to the side a bit. “Thought you liked seeing my ass.”

“Attention whore,” Charlie cursed. “Turn around, lemme see.”

You turned around, making sure to dance a little bit in front of him. You were wearing a red bikini that he had selected just for you. It fit perfectly. It covered your boobs in all the right places and lifted them up**. Your entire middle was bare, showing off the skin Charlie loved so dearly. On the bottom you wore a matching red piece that didn’t cover anything in the back. Good thing you were going to an adults-only beach.

“Sexy girl,” Charlie murmured as he pressed his finger to his bottom lip. “Try the coverup on.”

You slipped into your sheer black coverup and Charlie gave a satisfied smirk. “That’s my girl.” He watched as you disappeared back into the bathroom to put on another outfit.

He was planning on taking a beach trip with you, and only you, and he had gifted you some outfits to bring along.

They were cute and trendy, but above all sexy, just for him.

The outfit that you were putting on was what you’d wear on the ride and checking into the hotel. It was comfortable and light, but also… sexy. (It was Charlie, what do you expect?)

You emerged wearing a tight white crop top that hugged your chest perfectly, and a pair of patterned pants that accentuated your butt perfectly**.

Charlie broke into a fond smile upon seeing you. “It’s perfect,” he said as he ran a finger across his lips. “Just how I imagined it looking on you. But I have one last thing.” He handed you a small package which he had wrapped in a plastic bag. “Go try it on for me? Please?”

You gave him a confused look, but returned obediently to the bathroom where you opened it in awe. Inside was the most beautiful lingerie set you’d ever laid your eyes on**. You almost didn’t want to put it on, but you did.

Charlie was too big a temptation.

A sheer white fabric covered a thicker bra and panties, and lacy coral trim bordered the seams. There were lacy hearts strewn around the fabric, and your breath caught when you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your first thought was, “I look so sexy.”

Your second thought was, “Charlie’s about to go insane.”

Taglist: @wayfcharlie @fishingirl12

[ecofinisher]

Had done a cleaning through my USB-stick and found on a document this old biography of the PAW Patrol OC's I made years ago for my fanfic "PAW Patrol: New Generation. I had published it around 2015 if I'm correct.

Chester, a Bernese Mountain Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Chester Species: Dog (Bernese Mountain Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Switzerland Bio: Chester was born in a small village in Canton Zurich and after a few weeks was put for adoption along with his seven siblings. He was adopted by Captain Turbot and then got introduced to the PAW Patrol. Due the many videos he got to see from Cap't Turbot about the PAW Patrol, he got interested in become a Police dog, thought the idea was to make him a rescue dog at the mountains. Thought the most of the members (Specially Chase) misjudged him, but in a mission, in which he went along with Rocky and Skye illegally, he showed what he was up to and everybody was glad about him. Quotes:   - There's no need to fear, the PAW Patrol is here! - Äuä - There's no need to fear, Chester's here! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: megaphone, light, net, marble cannon, Vehicle: Chase’s police car (Contains orange traffic cones and a winch) Uniform: He wears a similar police uniform and has three golden chevrons on both sides of his arms and on the left side of his uniform. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Vaccination Inspiration: A Bernese mountain dog from my old school, Chase, Notes: - Chester is able to speak six languages (English, German, Swissgerman, Italian, French and Romansh) - He often forgets to use his nose, when he needs it the most - Originally he has got a red collar with white crosses, which would show the Switzerland flag. - He doesn't know anything about his family, but he knows exactly, the name of his birthplace and town, he used to live, before Adventure Bay. - Most of his quotes are similar to some heroes from TV shows or movies.

- His favourite singer is Charlie Puth.

Ash, A English Pointer dog OC from PAW Patrol Name: Ash Species: Dog (English Pointer) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Firefighter pup

Origin: United Kingdom Bio: Ash was born in England to two Pointers, that belonged to a woman, who did breed Pointers to sell them. He was sold to someone in Canada, but he got lost along with other animals during the transports in Canada and he ended up in a kennel. After a few weeks he got adopted by Ryder and became PAW Patrol’s next firepup. Quotes: - This pup is on fire!

- After Fire comes smoke, and then there will be Ash!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Contains a water and foam cannon, a blanket, a metal cut scissor Vehicle: A Man based firetruck. It’s larger, than Marshall’s old firetruck and it’s ladder reach much more higher places. Uniform: A Dark blue uniform with green reflectors and a green protection helmet. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Fur razor

Inspiration: Pongo (101) Dalmatians, Underdog (Underdog), Notes: - His body stature is slim, just similar to Marshall.

Avery, an Airedale terrier Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Avery Species: Dog (Airedale Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is British)

Bio: Avery and his siblings were children of two Airedale Terriers, that worked as policedogs in Edmonton. He was inspired by his parents to become a police dog and got invited along with a few of his siblings to get recruited. But one night, a stereo system had a short circuit and started to burn. Avery and two of his siblings were the only one to make it out of the burning house. Both ran away and tried to get help, but ended up getting lost. All three got lost from each other and after weeks Avery discovered, that they were dead too.

Avery tried to find food to survive, but he rarely had luck. A dog catcher found him and brought him into a kennel, where he met Milo and a few other pups and dogs.

After weeks he got adopted by Ryder along with Milo and both we’re the future members of the PAW Patrol. Quotes: - If you need a paw, you can count on me!

- I’ll be there, whenever you call! PAW Patrol equipment : Pup pack: He wears a black pup pack. (It contains a megaphone, light, net and a marble cannon.) Vehicle: A copy of Chase’s car, but black and white like from an Interceptor police car. Uniform: Black uniform with two yellow chevrons on the side. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Thunder, Fire, Inspiration: My boss’ dog, the Despicable Me 2 Trailer, Notes: - Avery and Milo are good friends and knew each other from the kennel, they were before.

Milo, A doberman OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Milo Species: Dog (Doberman) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Police dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is German) Bio: Milo lost his mother, when he was very young and stand alone on his own along with an older brother of him. They were strays and strolled around Vancouver to find food to survive. His brother got adopted by a cop and became a police dog and encouraged Milo to not give up, that he will have a home too. He ran one day a way from Vancouver, because of the streets being now more dangerous, because of a leader stray, that wants to harm other strays. Milo landed in a kennel and weeks later was adopted by Ryder along with Avery and he finally had a home and new friends. Quotes: - No matter how many miles, Milo will come! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Milo has two pup packs. (It has a megaphone, a light, a net and a marble cannon (Police Unit, blue pack) Contains light, net and a zip line (Spy Pack, black pack) Vehicle: Black Ford Mustang. (Roof+Seat ejector, satellite dish, spy drone, winch, screen in the inside) Uniform: Chase’s spy outfit / Other variations of outfits. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown Inspiration: Milo (Sims 2 dog OC of mine), El Diablo (Beverly Hills Chihuahua), Notes: - Milo has a brother, which he hasn’t seen anymore since he left Vancouver, where he lived on the streets.

- He wanted to become a police dog and fight for justice, just like his brother.

Paulo, a Portuguese Water Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Paulo Species: Dog (Portuguese Water Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Lifeguard

Origin: Canada (Breed is Portuguese) Bio: Paulo was very young as he got adopted by a lovely family. One a trip he got lost and landed in a kennel, where he met Pedro. Both became great friends and ended up being adopted together by Ryder to join later the PAW Patrol. Quotes: - I’m falling in like a cannonball

- Cannonball!

- Paulo and Pedro are reporting for duty! (Along with Pedro) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is orange and has on the sides his name written. (Contains: buoy launcher and scuba dive gear) Vehicle: He has an orange Lifeguard pick up based on a L200. He also uses sometimes Zuma’s old hovercraft, when they have to go over the water along with Pedro. Uniform: He wears an orange shirt with the texts “PAW Patrol Lifeguards, Pedro and Paulo” In the middle is the logo of the PAW Patrol and the words are around the symbol. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Obama’s dog Bo, my hybrid dog Nina (Her fur pattern are similar to one of a Portuguese Water dog), Crash and Eddie (Ice Age), Shrek and Donkey (Shrek) Notes: - Thought he and Pedro could actually talk to each other in Portunol (Portuguese-Spanish mix), they are often talking in English.

- He sometimes uses also in the English language some words from the Portuguese language like “Amigo” (Friend) or “Mano” (Bro)

Pedro, a Spanish Water Dog OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Pedro Species: Dog (Spanish Water Dog) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Lifeguard

Origin: USA (Breed is Spanish) Bio: He had a human family, which later had twins and had not much time to give to Pedro. They took him and abandoned him in front of a kennel. He met there Paulo and both swore each others to be there for each other always and consider themselves as brothers. Both joined the PAW Patrol after Ryder’s adoption and decided both to become lifeguards, since they’re both water dogs. Quotes: - I’m going down like a torpedo

- Cannonball!

- I’m ready to get wet!

- Paulo and Pedro are reporting for duty! (Along with Paulo) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is orange and has on the sides his name written. (Contains: buoy launcher and scuba dive gear) Vehicle: He has an orange Lifeguard pick up based on a L200. He also uses sometimes Zuma’s old hovercraft, when they have to go over the water along with Paulo. Uniform: He wears an orange shirt with the texts “PAW Patrol Lifeguards, Pedro and Paulo” In the middle is the logo of the PAW Patrol and the words are around the symbol. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Paulo, Zuma and Tracker, Crash and Eddie (Ice Age), Shrek and Donkey (Shrek) Notes: - Thought he and Paulo could actually talk to each other in Portunol (Portuguese-Spanish mix), they are often talking in English.

- He sometimes uses also in the English language some words from the Spanish language like “Amigo” (Friend) or “Hermano” (Bro)

Annabelle, a Pug OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Annabelle Species: Dog (Pug) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Construction

Origin: France (Breed is Chinese) Bio: Annabelle comes from a famous pedigree heritage, that only she knows. Captain Turbot’s cousin bought her from the breeders and shipped it to Captain Turbot and he introduced her Chester and Bianca, which were also from Europe and introduced them all the PAW Patrol and it’s positions and jobs, they could do. Since the most of the current adopted members were males, she started to act more tomboyish than girly, then decided to follow Rubble’s steps. Quotes: - Let’s dig in! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has got Rubble’s pup pack suiting her body size. (It contains a shovel, a hammer, a saw and a cement shovel) Vehicle: Rubble’s Bulldozer (Improved) Uniform: Yellow vest with reflectors and a yellow hard helmet Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Rats and Mouses, Inspiration: Precious, the pug (The Nut Job), My cousin’s pug, Notes: - She’s one of the few tomboys of the gang.

- She’s a Justin Bieber fan and boy bands.

William, a Scottish Terrier OC from PAW Patrol. Name: William Species: Dog (Scottish Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Recycling + Engineering

Origin: USA (Breed is Scottish)

Bio: William was before in a dog pound in Idaho and in his cell, the most of the dogs were adults and were to be putten asleep. As a worker was about to take one of the dogs with, a second one attacked the man and all others ran away leaving the other two behind. William ran and hid in a park for pets and observed a group of eco-freaks holding a lecture about how important is recycling, interesting ways to use stuff, you would usually throw away and other ecologic stuffs. William was on his own and walked everyday a bit away from danger, until he crossed the boarders and was in Canada. After a few more days, he was being chased by a dog catcher and he got brought to a kennel, much to William’s dismay. But luckily he got adopted by Ryder and got introduced to the PAW Patrol and since he saw videos of the mixed breed Rocky, he decided to be an Eco-pup. Quotes:

- I’ll go on green! - Don’t throw it away, use it anyway! - Aye

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: He has got Rocky’s vest, edited to suit him. (Contains a screwdriver, a saw, a driller, a claw, pliers and a wrench) Vehicle: Rocky’s recycling truck (With reduced fuel consumption, fuel is made out of natural stuffs (Like Ergas or Evologic) Uniform: Green polo shirt with a vectorized draw of the earth on the front. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Jock (Lady and the Tramp), Rocky Notes: - His Scottish accent isn’t very notable, when he talks.

- He was before supposed to be a mixed breed like Rocky and his son.

- He’s the only one of the gang to nickname others and to use it.

Bianca, a West Highland White Terrier OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Bianca Species: Dog (West Highland White Terrier) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Aviation

Origin: UK

Bio: Bianca belonged to a family in the UK, that earn money by dog breeding. They are known for breeding popular dogs breeds and they sold Bianca to Francois Turbot, which he then gave it to his cousin, then he did the same to Ryder. Bianca got excited from seeing, that she had a possibility to be an aviation pup, like Skye and quickly candidate herself for it. Quotes: - I’m ready to take off! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has Skye’s pup pack with her wings. It was edited to suit to Bianca. Vehicle: Skye’s helicopter and a white Cessna with pink stripes on the side of the plane and on the edge of the wings. The plane is carried on with jet-like engines and has hidden in the wings propeller, that come out, in case the others fail out. The landing gear of the plane has wheels, but they can be also be taken away and then be substituted by ski, so it is able to land and take off on the snow or for water, water buoy are used instead of the skis or wheels. Uniform: She wears a white blouse and a black jacket, like regular airline pilots including a pink tie. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Skye (Formerly), Dangerous dogs and other animals Inspiration: Maria Fagerström (Female Ryanair Pilot), Skye, Notes: - She was first afraid, that Skye would be her teacher.

- Her most favourite song is called “Can’t stop the feeling” by Justin Timberlake.

Alaska, an Alaskan Malamute OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Alaska Species: Dog (Alaskan Malamute) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Rescue & medical dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is Alaskan) Bio: She and her sister lived on the other side of the mountains and got lost during a heavy storm and landed on the other side, where Jake’s ski shop was. He adopted the two girls and got asked by Ryder, if they were interested in becoming PAW Patrol members. Quotes: - Feeling Sick? I’ll make your better quick!

- Snow or Ice, I’m always ready!

- If you gained some pain, just call Alaska!

- Alaska will be there, whenever you call!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Alaska has two pup packs. She has Everest’s old pup pack, but it was edited to be a bit larger, since she’s taller, than Everest and has a few new thing. (The pack contains a grappling hook, a foldable snowboard with jet-drive, an ice pick, ice shoes and a salt spreading device on the end of the pack) The second pack is ice blue with a red cross on the side and is her medical pack. (It contains an X-ray, a thermometer, a bandage roll, Eosin, plasters and packaged, tooth-friendly lollipops. Vehicle: Alaska has a violet pick up snow plow with turquoise lines on the side of the vehicle. On the back bumper of the car, it has a salt spreading device and on the front it has a giant shovel. Her second vehicle is a red and white ambulance, which has a rather big longer trailer, than Marshall’s for transporting larger animals or people and in case of an emergency, to first aid in there. On the backside of the trailer and on the side is the symbol of the PAW Patrol and near the cabin of the vehicle there stands the letters “PAW” and in front of them stays “Patch up, Assist and Watch” The door has the number 002. Uniform: She wears a violet winter jacket with a hood and white fur on the sides of the hood. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Height Inspiration: Jenna, Aniu and Steele (Balto) Notes: - She and her sister Antarctica joined the PAW Patrol together.

- They live and help Jake at the mountain.

Antarctica, an Alaskan Malamute OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Antarctica Species: Dog (Alaskan Malamute) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Rescue dog

Origin: Canada (Breed is Alaskan) Bio: She and her sister lived on the other side of the mountains and got lost during a heavy storm and landed on the other side, where Jake’s ski shop was. He adopted the two girls and got asked by Ryder, if they were interested in becoming PAW Patrol members. Quotes: - I’ll make sure, you’ll be okay!

- I’ll be there, whenever you call”

- Snowbody will stop me! PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: She has got a turquoise pup pack similar to Alaska’s. (The pack contains a grappling hook, a foldable snowboard with jet-drive, an ice pick, ice shoes and a salt spreading device on the end of the pack) Vehicle: A turquoise pick up snow plow with violet lines on the side of the vehicle. On the back bumper of the car, it has a salt spreading device and on the front it has a giant shovel. Uniform: She wears a turquoise winter jacket with a hood and white fur on the sides of the hood. She also wears a scarf and four boots. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Unknown

Inspiration: Steele (Balto), Antarctica Snowpaw (Penguins of Madagascar OC, that belongs to Aki-Hanna) Notes: - She joined along with Alaska the PAW Patrol.

- She lives with Alaska on the mountains with Jake.

- She has a crush on the Balto movie character Steele.

Rodrigo, a tri-colored Chihuahua OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Rodrigo Species: Dog (Chihuahua) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Male Occupation: Tracking

Origin: Mexico Bio: He’s Tracker’s cousin, third grade from his father’s side, who used to live in Mexico. Tracker invited a few family members of him to get recruited and ten have come and to have it easier to choose the new members, he made a competition with various situations and Rodrigo was one of the two, who made it to win in everything. Quotes: - My nose won’t fail, when Rodrigo’s on the way!

PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: His pup pack is light brown colored. (It contains a grappling hook, a multi tool and a Swiss army knife, with all possible functions of an XLT army knife) Vehicle: His vehicle is a jeep similar to Tracker’s, but in brown. Uniform: He wears a brown safari shirt and a safari hat. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Feral cats like Tigers, Predators

Inspiration: Tracker, Papi (Beverly Hills Chihuahua) Notes: - Rodrigo is related with Tracker.

Juarez, a Pinscher OC from PAW Patrol. Name: Juarez Species: Dog (Pinscher) Age: 1 year (7 human years) Gender: Female Occupation: Tracking

Origin: Mexico (Breed is German) Bio: Juarez used to live near the borders of Mexico and the USA. She heard from a few Chihuahuas about the competition of Tracker and she followed them and joined in and ended up in second place and able to join the PAW Patrol along with Rodrigo. Quotes: - Sunny or rainy, nothing can stop me!

- Ninguem para este chachorro! (Nothing stops this pup) PAW Patrol equipment: Pup pack: Her pup pack has the color green. (It contains a grappling hook, a multitool and a Swiss army knife, with all possible functions of an XLT army knife) Vehicle: Her vehicle is a jeep similar to Tracker’s, but has the military patterns on her vehicle. Uniform: She wears a green safari shirt and a safari hat. Jet pack: Unknown Fears: Feral cats like Tigers, Predators

Inspiration: Tracker Notes: - It’s not much know about Juarez’ family or owners, only that she lived at the borders.

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Currently watching: TVD (series) - the 100000x time but still loving it to pieces // currently S5

Currently reading: LITG fanfics (obvi), The Mountain Is You by Brianna Wiest

Currently listening to:

1. dancing in the kitchen (LANY)

2. Through It All (Charlie Puth)

3. Lookalike (Conan Gray)

4. Halfway Right (Linkin Park)

5. Fool’s Gold (One Direction)

(I don’t have a fav genre, I listen to everything. Literally. My Spotify review last year said I’d listened to over 80 different genres 💀 these are my go to songs atm you’re welcome)

Last series: The Blacklist (S9) & Stranger Things (S4)

Last movie: Top Gun (lol that was in June I don’t really watch many movies)

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory

Currently working on: LITG Kassam fic, finishing I’m Yours and writing for a few one shots (I have so many ideas and my fingers are itching so bad, I just need more time to write 🥹 uni stuff sucks atp)

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[micallum]

A fanfic where reader gets drunk in Vegas with Charlie Puth only to wake up the next morning and find out that they wrote a song with him using kitchen utensil sounds.

[loverofallthingsfandom]

brave for you. (it fanfic)

“Brave For You” Book Cover + Art; OC x Stanley Uris; Theme Song: We Don’t Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez

[vlogsquadssquad]

secure

summary: Charlie puth invites David to a get together where David meets y/n and they hit it off.

a/n: a teensy weensy bit angst but im 100% making a part 2 of this with a happy ending so no worries!!!!!!!!!

warnings: language

mood board:

-- 3RD PERSON DD & CP

“hey what are your plans for Saturday?” Charlie asked David as they finished up a bit for the vlog.

“umm, nothing really. im kind of in a fog right now. why?” David took a bite of his apple.

“well im throwing a small little kickback at my house. a few of my music friends are coming and it might get you some good connections, if you'd like.”

“dude, that's fucking sick! name drop! is Selena Gomez gonna be there?” David asked excitedly.

“no, no, Selena doesn't really do too many social events anymore. she's going through a lot...” David raised his eyebrow as Charlie looked to the ground. “but you know who will be there? y/f/n!” 

“shut the fuck up dude are you serious?” Davids heart dropped at the thought of y/n at the party. he's been crushing on her for a bit, and has been dying to meet her. 

“yeah, I mean she texted me she would, why are you all giddy?” Charlie punched David on the shoulder playfully, but secretly didn't want David to say he had a crush on her because truth was, so did Charlie. what's not to like? she's humble, kind, funny, easy-going, and down for anything. 

“oh, uhh... no reason, just she's a pretty popular singer right now. good clickbait.” David said with nervousness in his voice. he didn't want to admit that he had a crush when he hasn't even met her.

“alright, well ill see you at the kickback then. bring some friends!” Charlie tried not to sound worried or suspicious. he’d have to keep an eye on the two.

-- YOUR POV

I really hate going to parties. but Charlie promised it would be chill and just a way to destress. ive been in a fog with my album im writing. I have great songs but I need two more and im stuck on what to write about. maybe the party will be a good thing. 

-texts w - Charles 🤪 -

< should I wear something casual or ?? are we dressing nicer lol

you look great in everything! >

maybe party casual if that's a thing? >

< thought it was a kickback you ass! lol but thanks for the heads up. see you there, Charles! 😉

-end texts-

he hated when i called him Charles but i love messing with him. after careful examining of the clothes i had, i decided to go as I was. it was an easy going outfit but I still looked put together. I had no one to impress anyways. 

-- 1st PERSON DD 

“dude, im so nervous.” i whispered to Ilya, who knew of my crush. 

“its fine man, don't be a pussy.” i took a drink of my water and grabbed my camera to film with Benny Blanco a little he always had something funny or interesting to say.

“Charles!” I heard from the living room. i didn't think anything of it and kept filming with Benny and Jeff. a little while goes by and then Benny looks over my shoulder.

“hey, y/n/n! so good to see you!” i froze. y/n went and gave benny an inviting hug and then turned to me. her eyes were easy to melt into.

“hi, good to see you, im y/n” she went in for a hug. she smelled beautiful.

“oh, hi. im David. big fan.” 

“and im Jeff, wow you look so great, can I get you a drink?”

i rolled my eyes at Jeff trying to make a move. of course he's into the same girl I am.

“oh, im ok, I actually don't really like to drink.” she's so kind and gentle as she speaks. 

“so how is the album coming?” benny asks her.

“its... not.” she laughs lightly but I can tell she's stressed. is it too early to tell her I already know her inside and out? am I crazy for watching all her interviews, tiktoks, and instagram stories? 

“im in a fog,” she looks to the ground. how are we already so compatible? “I want two more songs but im having trouble finding a conclusion to the story im telling. maybe there isn't one, I don't know.”

“what's the story you're trying to tell?” I ask feeling very brave and comfortable already.

“basically my current dating life.” she slightly blushes. “its so hard dating and every time I start to like a guy or I know of him and I already have a crush on him, it doesn't end well. and I have these little romances I write about but they all end in either piggy behavior or ghosting.” we laughed along with her. her smile was radiating.

“maybe I can help, do you wanna go to Charlie’s studio?” Benny asks her.

“you're an angel! yes! ill repay you in food.” she laughs. as they walk out, Im watching her. she moves so flawlessly. “hey, you can come too. might get something good for the vlog.” she smiles to me. my heart is beating out of my chest. she watches my videos or at least knows of me. “cool, thank you.” I say trying to remain calm. she also pulls Charlie in and he drapes his arm around her shoulder. they're just friends.

as we get seated in the room, Benny starts asking her questions. “so, we know what message you're giving but how are you delivering it for the album? what's the feeling? want to play us a song that captures the vibe?” 

“well I only have the instrumentals for the songs but I can play one live?” 

“great, lets do it.” Charlie smiled to her as he handed her a mic.

“don't post this anywhere, David” she warned.

she brought warmth to my cheeks. “nope, ill only use it as blackmail.”

her laugh was such a gift. I could tell jokes all day just to hear her laugh again. 

she played a beautiful song that was slow and powerful and all about heartbreak. it hurt to hear her go through that. then benny asked for another song. this one was more pop. like id hear it on the radio, but still deep. 

the rest of the night was them composing songs and some stupid jokes here and there. safe to say she's the most down to earth and funny person in the room. the fans will go crazy that im here with her. im going crazy that im here with her. 

-- YOUR POV

I spent the whole night in the studio with some amazing people. I found myself taking it all in and being so thankful for my life. ive known of David and watched his vlogs pretty frequently too, but being with him was a whole different experience. he gave great advice and genuinely helped me through some of my block. he gave a listeners point of view and had fresh ears. it was nice. he even offered to walk me to my car.

“I figured you'd have like a limo waiting for you outside or something.” he joked as we walked toward the street.

“nope, that's just youtubers.” I joked back.

he laughed, “ouch.” 

“thank you for your input tonight.” he chuckled. “no, I really mean it. I think I know exactly how I want to end the album.” I look into his eyes as my back is pushed against my car. 

“where's your mind at?” he looks back to me.

“loving myself. I know it sounds cliche, but isn't the greatest romance of all, the love you have for yourself? tonight was the most fun ive had, and it was just hanging out with friends talking about endless things.”

he nods as he takes my words in. “you're really secure with yourself. I like that. its going to be a great album.”

he leans in and for a moment I think he's going to kiss me which I don't need right now. then I see his hands go low to the handle of my car door and he opens it for me.

“oh, I can't take a hint, huh?” I joke with him.

“no, not at all. I just know you're excited to go home and write your new hit.” he says almost seriously.

“thank you” I whisper. “and also, can I get your number? id love to do something fun for the vlogs.” 

-- DAVIDS POV, NEXT DAY

“il, it couldn't have gone better! she asked for my number, bro!”

“that's fucking sick. imagine you dating one of americas sweetheart, music icons.” Ilya pokes at David.

“its not a fucking joke, I really think there was something there but id really like to get to know her better.”

“who are we talking about?” Charlie asks as he enters the room. David had texted him to meet up for a bit they were doing.

“uh, no one.” im quick to reply knowing they're` great friends and I don't want any drama.

“oh ok... so what'd you think of y/n?” he asks me.

“oh she's great, yeah, I was editing some last night and I think I'll keep some parts in.”

“yeah, she's so easy to be around. I think im gonna ask her out, she's kind of the girl of my dreams, and im like 99% sure she's in love with me too.” he says almost marking his territory. 

I look to Ilya and he just half smiles. “oh, that's great man. yeah you should ask her out if you're in love with her. she's a great catch.” my chest falls as I say it aloud. I really thought she liked me. 

part 2