#You Belong With Me?

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Thanks to @muslimintp-1999-girl for making a most CoAi Tay song poll. I promised to write a song fic for the one that won, and coincidentally it was one that I had in the works already. And since this began on tumblr, I’ll post it here and on ao3 <3

You Belong With Me?

Summary: It’s a matter of principle. She was here first and they grew up together for goodness sake! Of course people can change their minds, but she waited patiently for two years with the title as his girlfriend, so how can it be over just like that? It’s not fair.

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you

Been here all along so why can’t you see

You belong with me

Standing by you waiting at your back door

All this time how could you not know baby

You belong with me

It’s the first day of school of her freshman year in college. She’s nervously making her way around the courtyard, trying to navigate this new chapter in her life.

If only… no, she can’t think about him. Not today. But it’s too late. He’s like a virus that refuses to go away, no matter how much she tries to get rid of him.

Breathe Ran. It’s the first day of school. So what he’s going to be studying here too despite missing a whole year of high school. His super smart girlfriend must’ve helped him catch up.

She frowns, he was already smart before she came into the picture. She just doesn’t get it!

Okay, so yes Miyano Shiho is gorgeous, but she’s so shallow! What does Shinichi see in her? Yes she might be brilliant, holding multiple doctorates while Ran barely managed to make the cut for university, but Miyano is always making Shinichi feel stupid!

Yes her childhood friend can be an idiot, but he’s her idiot! Kudo Shinichi belongs to Mouri Ran. It’s been this way since they were four. Why can’t he see this!

Thirteen years together, plus two more of her waiting for his return so that they can go on dates like normal couples. They were official for two whole years and didn’t even go on one single date together.

They saw each other more frequently when they were just friends…

Crap, she’s been lost in her thoughts for too long. She missed the turn for her first class. Now she has to hurry or else she’s going to be late. She can’t make a bad impression on the first day.

Turning around, she bolts towards the science department. It’s a good thing she’s a fast runner, she makes it into one of the last two empty seats in the room before the professor begins pulling up the syllabus.

Quickly taking out her notebook, she takes a deep breath to slow her racing heartbeat. She thinks it’s just about back to normal when a loud commotion interrupts the professor mid sentence.

“Sorry I’m late!”

She’s heard those same words too many times to count, and that voice too. She doesn’t even need to look next to her to know that the last empty seat, is taken by none other than her ex boyfriend.

She cannot hide her displeasure, making the mistake of glancing in his direction as he dares to flash her a sheepish smile.

She hates him, but she really doesn’t. Her heart rate picks back up. Get it together Ran. It’s just one look, just a tiny smile and already she feels herself falling again.

“Don’t make it a habit next time, Kudo. Even if you have Miyano-kun vouching for you.”

Great. He doesn’t even get in trouble for being late, and of course the professor knows Miyano. Why is life so unfair?

The rest of the day goes by in a blur, mentally she’s still stuck in her eight am class.

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This must be a sign from the universe. The apartment across from her dorm gives her a clear view of the person residing there. Yep, it’s none other than the guy who still owns her heart. This has to mean something.

He doesn’t see her yet, engrossed into a heated phone call. She can’t quite make out the conversation, but she swears she reads the name Miyano on his lips.

Figures Miyano would be picking a fight with Shinichi right now. Honestly they should just break up. All they ever do is argue.

Keeping her eye on the window, she moves over to her CD player to start this new album she’s been obsessing over.

She smiles remembering the amount of effort Shinichi put into getting it for her. Who knew CDs would be so hard to come by?

She’s willing to bet Miyano doesn’t listen to this kind of music. She doesn’t seem the type to care about things like this.

He finally hangs up the phone, a frown etched onto his beautiful face. She knows what will cheer him up!

Before she can even gain his attention, he’s distracted by the person who walks into his room. It’s just not fair. How can she look so flawless in a short skirt in this weather! She’s not even shivering!

Ran takes a moment to compare her attire, noting her worn t-shirt she hastily threw on as she was running late. It’s one of her favorites, it’s reliable, but it dulls in comparison to Miyano’s fashion sense. Even Sonoko couldn’t help but admire Miyano’s style.

Again she still can’t hear anything, but it seems they’re continuing their previous argument.

Ran instinctively ducks when she sees Miyano walk over to pull the curtains close for some privacy. It doesn’t stop her from seeing their silhouette press together in the glow of incandescent bulbs above their heads. The image seems to be magnified as it burns into her memory.

The way she moves away to gain some distance, how he immediately rushes to pull her back into his arms. Shutting her venomous words with the touch of his lips onto hers. Ran has to look away after this. Shinichi has never shut Ran up with a kiss.

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She’s adjusted well to college life. Going to classes, finishing assignments, making new friends, and allowing Shinichi back into her life.

He has a way of worming himself into a person’s heart, like a parasite who slowly takes control until it’s too late to break free of its influence.

So even though she decided she would get over him and go back to being friends. Old habits die hard. She finds herself wishing for his company more and more, only to be let down again and again.

It’s times like this she wonders how Miyano deals with his frequent disappearances. Will it eventually become too much, breaking them apart and leaving him all alone?

No, Kudo Shinichi shines too brightly to ever be left alone. If not Miyano, someone else will gladly take her place, and even though she knows she shouldn’t. Ran would be first in line.

“Ran? I thought that was you.”

“Shinichi? What are you doing here?”

“I got caught up in a case.”

“You and your cases. Some things never change.”

“No, they don’t. Are you headed back?”

“Just about. There’s a cafe up ahead that everyone’s been raving about. I thought I would go check it out.”

“That one just opened up right?”

“Yeah… um… if you’re not busy, you’re welcome to join me.”

“Sure, it’ll be my treat.”

Her heart is thumping erratically in her chest. This is it. This must be what it’s like to finally be on a date with Shinichi, just the two of them without his insistent babbles about mysteries.

They opted to sit outside at a park bench since it was so crowded inside. The weather is finally warming up, soon it will be spring.

She wasn’t thinking when she blurted out her hope that he would come with her. She’s never been one to remain shy when he’s involved. Preparing for another rejection, she was overjoyed when he accepted.

She expects it to be awkward, they haven’t really spoken outside of their one shared class. The conversation flows naturally, they seem to pick up right where they were, before he broke up with her.

She melts seeing his smile, it’s been a long time since she’s seen his smile. She notes the bags under his eyes, he hasn’t been sleeping well. She calls him out on it.

“I’m fine, really, just busy.”

“I know you better than that. What’s bothering you, Shinichi?”

“… nothing. I’m doing great, honestly.”

“… we are still friends right? Maybe you’ll feel better if you confide in someone.”

He pauses as he weighs out the pros and cons of letting her in. It has to be about Miyano. He’s never kept secrets, unless his girlfriend is involved. There must be trouble in paradise.

She waits with bated breath for the answer. Until the clacking of heels interrupts them.

Glancing up, her eyes meet the woman who took everything from her. Clenching her fist, she forces herself to calm down. She can’t make a scene when Shinichi is already upset.

Sure spring is just around the corner, but is it necessary to walk around in sparkling golden heels right now? Ran looks down at her trusty trainers, this is much more practical.

Looking over to see what Shinichi thinks, she’s taken aback by his reaction. She’s never seen this side of him before.

The look of relief when he sees Miyano standing in front of him, how his eyes soften when she asks if he’s ready to go home. He immediately reaches for her hand as a response, cracking a smile on her normally impassive features.

She’s beautiful when she smiles. Not that she isn’t already gorgeous, but it’s a kind of radiance that rivals the light of a thousand suns. An aura she once believed only belonged to Shinichi, but now she knows there is another.

Miyano is polite when they bid their goodbyes, she even tells Ran to try a vanilla latte next time. With oat milk to be exact.

It’s then she realizes why Shinichi was so quick to take her offer. Going as far as snapping a picture of his drink, even though he used to think it was silly when Ran would do this. He was sending it to Miyano, in hopes it would be enough to lure her over to him.

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Her whole life she knew her place as a spot next to Shinichi, growing used to his presence. How he holds her together when she’s in her deepest woes. In return, she does the same for him.

Or at least she thought she did. He was her safe place, she tried to be his safe haven as well. Making herself available to him at random times, usually to use as an excuse for his absence. Doing little things to cheer him up when he’s in a grumpy mood, even though she thinks he’ll feel better if he just cries it out like she does when she’s sad.

She knows all of his hopes and dreams. Though she claims to be annoyed, she does admire his drive to achieve his goals. She knows he can do anything if he puts his mind to it.

So then… why couldn’t they make it work?

Why did he break her heart with claims that he may not be able to return, leaving her waiting in agony every single day during the course of their relationship.

Why didn’t he immediately rush to her side, and beg for her to take him back… after whatever battles he had been fighting without her were over?

Why come back without any explanations except for an apology she never wanted to hear. How he couldn’t give her the life she wants, because he made a promise to some other girl.

Who cares about this newcomer? Did she put in as much time and love into this boy, now a grown man, as Ran did? Were nights spent pacing up and down in desperation that his absence is just a bad nightmare? What gives Miyano Shiho the right to come crashing into their lives and stealing what is rightfully hers?

Their love story isn’t supposed to end in tragedy, Ran and Shinichi should have made it all the way to the very end. Live the fairytale happily ever after she’s been dreaming about since she was four.

It’s just not fair. Kudo Shinichi belongs to Mouri Ran.

“Shiho, wait!”

Ran doesn’t know why she does it, but she hides behind the building like a coward. He’s not even looking for her, why should she hide?

Miyano certainly isn’t as she continues to walk ahead of him, she isn’t slowing her stride. Ran wonders how she’s still able to move so quickly with those black pumps.

“Shiho!”

He finally catches up to her, grabbing her wrist, forcing her to turn around to face him. Even from this distance, Ran can see the anger in her eyes. Miyano Shiho is livid.

It’s then she takes a better look at Shinichi and notes his disheveled appearance. It’s a miracle he was able to catch up to her so quickly given his injuries.

“I told you to wait for me.”

“I heard.”

“You cruel woman, I’m in real pain and you just left me at the nurse’s office.”

“You should’ve just stayed there and gotten your wounds treated.”

“You’re still mad…”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Shiho, I…”

“No Shinichi, stop. I’m not doing this again. I warned you and you didn’t listen. It’s over. We’re done here.”

“I promise there won’t be a next time, I didn’t know that guy had a knife. Look at me, I’m still fine, it just hurts a little.”

“You know I don’t mind you going out and solving cases, but you’re so reckless! Do you even consider how I feel seeing you hurt every time? I’m grateful that you gave me back my life Shinichi. You taught me not to be afraid, but now you’re the reason for my fears. I’m tired of being scared.”

“Shiho, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not sorry. Just let me go.”

She pushes him away, intending to walk off by herself. He doesn’t allow her the luxury. Reaching out before she has the chance to completely turn away. He gathers her into his arms, holding her tightly, afraid she may disappear into thin air should he let her leave.

Ran cannot hear the whispers he speaks into Miyano’s ear, but it seems to calm her down enough to return his embrace. The only thing she manages to make out is those three little words.

He loves her. He really loves her.

The End

Once upon a time Ran believed she was in love with a boy who would only love her back. Now she knows better. It doesn’t matter who was here first, or how much time they spent together. There is no measure for love.

After seeing the almost break up of shinshi, she goes back through her memories one last time before letting the past stay in the past.

She’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt, of course it did, it was real after all. It still hurts if she’s being honest, but it’s a dull ache that no longer consumes her every waking moment. Some days, she forgets it even existed.

Sonoko asked her once what made her graciously bow out of this love triangle, she told her she deserves better; as her best friend, Sonoko wholeheartedly agreed.

The truth is, she learned an important lesson from Shiho that day. It’s a cliché, but seeing it in action solidified the expression.

Shiho was willing to let Shinichi go, despite loving him. Teenage Ran wouldn’t understand this, even if she did want them to break up, but Ran now understands.

No one belongs to anyone, only to themselves. So while she used to wish her ex boyfriend would come back to her like they do in the movies. Now she knows, Kudo Shinichi belongs to himself and he chooses Miyano Shiho.

So, it’s time Mouri Ran do the same. It’s just a matter of principle, she can’t have her childhood best friend showing her up after all. That just wouldn’t be fair.

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

[catsauceeartofficial]

Accepting isolation, craving belonging

[antlergrave]

woah now

[todays-xkcd]

The Piña Colada song carves a trajectory across the chart over the course of the song.

Love Songs [Explained]

Transcript Under the Cut

[Y-axis label:] Do you like me? [X-axis label:] Do I like you? [X- and Y-axis values (from bottom left):] NO!!; No; Unclear or Neutral; Yes; YES!!

[Top left quarter:] No Scrubs That Don't Impress Me Much Cry Me a River We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

[Middle left:] You're So Vain

[Bottom left quarter:] I Will Survive

Somebody That I Used To Know

You Oughta Know

[Center:] Thank U, Next

[Top right quarter:] Teenage Deam Shape of You I Will Always Love You Call Me Maybe

[Middle right:] Killing Me Softly

[Bottom right quarter:] Girlfriend You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' You Belong With Me Creep

[ryukatters]

9:18 PM — s. geto ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

content: fluff, friends to lovers, sort of self-ship coded, reader dates (shitty) men

pairing: suguru geto x gn! reader

a/n: got suguru on da brain rn. my first work for him! hello geto nation how we doin?? also i had to fight my autocorrect bc it kept changing geto to ghetto 😔

“Surely, you must lack respect for yourself.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me," your best friend scoffs. 

It's not uncommon for you to end up at Suguru's doorstep, teary-eyed and sputtering after another failed attempt at romance. But he's hardly ever this mean. 

"What's so great about these guys? Tell me."

"They're...nice."

He sighs out your name in exasperation. He never uses that tone on you, ever. "You're literally miles out of their league. And they can't even afford to pay for both of your meals. How many times have you had to pick up the check for you and your date?”

You open your mouth to retort but wisely keep it shut. Suguru merely raises an eyebrow. 

"Exactly. How can someone be ugly and broke? Then still have the audacity to reject you? Pick a struggle."

"Well excuse me, mister 'I don't need dating apps because everyone just comes to me.' Not everyone is as fortunate as you are when it comes to romantic prospects." 

You're starting to question why you even came here in the first place. Indignation fills you as you slump down on Geto's couch, utterly defeated. 

He sits down next to you, placing a gentle hand on your knee with an even gentler look in his eyes. Your best friend's always been so kind, so thoughtful. That, paired with the fact that he's pretty easy on the eyes makes it easy to understand why he has suitors flocking from left and right. 

"Hey," he calls out, giving your knee a light squeeze. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"'s fine."

"No, it's not. It was insensitive of me.”

You know what else isn't fine? Geto wants to ask. The fact that you don't know what kind of guy you deserve. He wills himself to keep quiet, for both of your sakes. 

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something. That you have some karmic lessons you need to learn and all that. You say that all the time."

"I don't know. Maybe...maybe love just isn't in the cards for me, Suguru. I mean, what else could all of this mean?" 

You sniffle, and Suguru can feel his heart break into a million little pieces. He wants nothing more than to scoop up the shards and present them to you, in hopes that you can somehow press them back together to make it whole again. The same way you always come running back to him, the same way you trust him to mend your own heart time after time with gentle praise and reassurance. 

"Maybe every heartbreak is just bringing you closer to 'the one,’" he offers, the hand that was previously on your knee now rubbing comforting circles on your back.

"Do you honestly believe in that shit, Suguru?" He doesn't blame you for being so cynical. He would be too, he thinks. 

"I do," he professes without missing a single beat. 

"How?" Not why, but how? How could he possibly understand? How would he know if fate's thrown his so-called one and only his way?

"Because I've felt it," he hums. 

“You… have?” You’re not sure why you feel so disappointed all of a sudden. Why should you care if your best friend’s in love with someone?

“Why do you feel the need to look so far for love?” He counters.

“I…”

“Why don’t you try looking at what’s right in front of you for a change?”

That’s about as far as Suguru’s willing to lay it out for you— he hopes you can read in between the lines. Call it insurance— a way for him to spare his own feelings in case you decide he’s unworthy of your affection and toss him to the side of the road.

“Suguru, I’m not sure I understand what you’re trying to say…”

Yes, you do. Suguru wants to say. Just think a little harder. 

There’s a pregnant pause.

When he realizes that you’re unwilling to take another step forward, he figures he needs to just take the leap. Fuck the insurance. He needs to do as he says and prove to you that the trail of heartbreak behind you is all going to be worth it. Because you have him. Suguru can only hope that his love will be more than enough to heal you from a lifetime's worth of pain. 

“Give me a chance,” he whispers, his hands enveloping yours as he brings them up to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles. “Please. I’ll show you how you deserve to be treated, how you deserve to be loved.”

You gasp, unsure how to receive such a confession— especially one from Suguru, nonetheless. The two of you stay frozen for what seems like an eternity. You— afraid, inexperienced with being on the receiving end of anything remotely romantic. Suguru— tense, confession lying heavy in the room. It weighs down his soul with each passing moment he’s not yours. 

“Please,” he pleads, feeling the way your hands tremble in his. Or was it the other way around?

Fear begins to gnaw at Suguru’s insides, thoughts of losing you plaguing his mind as he wills himself to stay calm. He wants nothing more than to shrink into himself— until he hears you speak, tone light and teasing.

“Promise you won’t make me pay for our dinner on our first date?”

Suguru allows himself to let out a genuine chuckle, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[raplinenthusiasts]

maybe we could be slow dancing

for @thornedswan ☀️

[becca-e-barnes]

all i can think about is bucky literally BEGGING to eat your pussy. just on his knees, calling himself a needy slut, just looking up at you with puppy dog eyes while he just begs for your pussy on his mouth. ugh.

Men who are this into eating pussy have a special place reserved for them in Heaven. Hearing someone beg to go down on you is life changing when they know what they're doing 🙈

But you're so right, Bucky would be so willing to degrade himself like that just to be allowed to go down on you. He'd be on his knees, trying to ignore how full his balls feel, begging for you.

"P-please." His voice is so quiet you almost start to question if he said it intentionally. "I need to taste you. I can't think about anything else."

His cock twitches despite how heavy it looks, flushed and angry against the pale skin of his thighs.

"Really?" You tease, tilting his chin up with two fingers so he's looking at your face, rather than your body. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking. Describe it to me"

He doesn't miss a beat. "I'm thinking about how soft you are, how warm and silky your cunt feels under my tongue. I'm thinking about burying my tongue as deep inside you as I can reach and still wishing I could get deeper. I want to feel how wet you are but more than anything, I want to taste how wet you are. I want to dream about it for the rest of the week. Every time I stroke my cock I want to be able to remember how you taste."

Precum drips from his tip and you're not sure you can deny him much longer. Not when he's making it sound so appealing.

"Do you even hear yourself?" You do your very best to act like you don't love the sound of every word that has just come out of his mouth.

"I do. I sound like a shameless, filthy, desperate slut. The type of slut who wants to kiss and lick and worship your sweet pussy until you're so sensitive you have to force me to stop." His hand wanders between his own legs, tugging his stiff length to the mere thought.

He's not above begging and you know that. He'll draw this out as long as he needs to until he gets his way but there's very little sense in that when you want this just as much as he does.

"Lie on the bed." You give him time to make his way over before following, lining yourself up just above his face.

You take a second to smooth his hair, enjoying the feeling of his freshly shaved face against the sensitive insides of your thighs.

He's looking up at you, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you." The relief in his voice is clear right before he grasps your hips and pulls you down onto his mouth.

Fuck, he's incredible. This is the mouth you dream about when you're alone. His tongue massages your clit, stroking back and forth before dipping into your fluttering entrance. You swear he must feel what he's doing to you. You feel your cunt clenching and rippling, your muscles contracting in response to the pleasure and for a second you wonder if he can tell.

He's hungry for this; he has been for hours. He's moaning and slurping obscenely, his tongue buried in your cunt. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to know that he's alternating between fucking his own fist and gripping the base of his shaft tight enough to stop him from spilling his release all over himself too soon.

It's very hard to tell which of you enjoys this more.

[paintedmesgolden]

She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers TAYLOR SWIFT performing You Belong With Me @ the Eras Tour Detroit Night 1

[canisalbus]

Alright.

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[currentlyfandomobsessed]

Katara never blamed Zuko for her mother's death, she was mad because he betrayed her trust at Ba Sing Se. She was literally about to use the special Northern Water Tribe healing water to heal his scar, the same water she used to save Aang from dying. My girl has every single right to not trust Zuko.

[bakudekublogblog]

hating kacchan of the bakugous should be a crime actually. look at this cutie patootie. the pookiest of pookie bears. sweetest angel bean. the babiest boy in babyville.

[magnetic-rose]

it's logan moping about jean and an idolized relationship that was always doomed to fail while morph is right there and understand logan better than anyone can. it's how morph knew that the way to get logan out of his funk was not talking but by getting into a sparring session and logan doesn't even realize that what he really wants is right in front of him while simultaneously saying shit like "morph is the only one who could make me laugh" in this essay i will-

[quedificilesserswiftie]

i'm a little bit emotional. life imitating art.

[desperatehoney]

I hate hate hate how kink is often represented as a monolith. For the longest time I thought I didn’t belong in the kink community because I don’t like pain and often pain is what is associated with being kinky. So this is your reminder that pain doesn’t determine kinkiness and you can be just as kinky if you’re not a pain fan❤️