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ricky x reader where the whole choir is in the “afterlife” and karnak decides to reveal the readers feelings for ricky or vice versa (cause karnak is a professional instigator)

Karnak is indeed a professional instigator. Like... that scene with Constance? And her virginity? Karnak buddy what is WRONG with you

Ocean launched into her third rant of the evening. Evening? Who knows. Time passes weirdly here, probably.

"And none of our loved ones are here!" She concludes her rant.

"What exactly do you mean by that, Ocean?" Karnak asked.

"I just- no, I love you guys," Ocean said. "But- Mischa you get what I mean your fiance isn't here."

"'S true," he conceded.

"And the rest of us don't have a love like that," Ocean said. "You guys know what I mean, I love you guys but..."

"We all died without ever getting to be in love," Noel said. "Except Mischa. Y'know for once I have to agree with Ocean, it is... kind of unfair."

"Ricky, do you have anything you'd like to clarify?" Karnak asked.

"What? N-no," he said. "Why..."

"I just thought this provided ample opportunity to come clean about your last secret." Ricky looked frozen.

"I don't see what that has to do with-"

"Your friends are concerned that none of you save for Mischa Bachinski have felt the kind of love that, as they say, makes life worth living," he said. "And the sentiment is debatable but I thought you'd like a spotlight to share the truth."

"No, no I don't-"

"Are you denying your feelings for your best friend?" Karnak asked.

"What's he talking about?" You asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing and you don't have to worry about it because I was never expecting-"

"You were in love with me?" you asked.

"Yes," Karnak answered for him.

"Okay thank you, don't do that," Ricky said. He turned to you. "Yes... yes, I was. Am. I don't know."

"Why didn't you say..."

"I didn't want to ask you to... I was just so happy you were my friend, I thought that was enough." Your heart broke and soared at the same time.

"You should've told me," you said. "I love you too." Ricky smiled a shaky, nervous smile.

"I'm glad."

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Hi 👋🏻 I was wondering if you could do Mischa x reader where the choir does a secret Santa and he gets her or she gets him.

Ah the long-lasting rivalry between me and the existence of mandatory secret santas. (But on a real level the number of times I've been called a grinch for not wanting to participate in a christian holiday as a Jew is... like goyim please grow a braincell I literally just want to be left alone the whole month of December or I will do a blood libel).

But this prompt is cute as hell so I'll make an exception. Featuring Mischa being a bit like me

Mischa wasn't used to this whole secret Santa thing. Christmas at home was different.

Originally he was going to refuse to participate- he hated this place and nearly everyone in it- but you were participating. And he drew your name.

So now he was trying to go all out. He was doing a bit of light stalking research to find out what you might want. And somehow he was still coming up empty.

You were always griping about all your chargers going out but that felt too mundane.

You got excited when you saw a cute store in the mall so he thought maybe something from there, but couldn't you just get whatever you wanted from there yourself?

Then again, that was an argument against getting you anything at all. So he kept that place in the back of his mind.

He thought about getting you a Christmas-related thing from Ukraine but that would give it away and wasn't the point to be anonymous?

Fucking Canada. Fucking Secret Santa. He never knew what the stress surrounding holidays was about until now.

He couldn't decide what to get you. He was spectacularly failing at his first Canadian Christmas.

Eventually he just went to that store he kept thinking about.

He threw in a phone charger and a good pair of headphones too. Because he knew you could use those.

Exchange day came. Everyone sat in Constance's living room, with a pile of presents wrapped by Constance's parents. One box stood out.

Yellow sunflowers on blue paper. Mischa wondered who that was from but it was clearly for him.

Who went to that kind of effort for him?

Ocean got some kind of access to a law library at the nearest college so she could get a jump on that stusying.

Constance got a brand new recipe book that she'd apparently had her eye on for a while.

Noel got an extended cut of some old movie he gushed over.

Ricky got a little UFO drone.

Penny got a box set of the Anne of Green Gables books, which she'd been talking about wanting to read.

His gift felt a little dumb now.

You opened it. He tried not to look too tense.

But you smiled, wide and delighted. It was okay, then?

"It's not something I'd ever get for myself," you said. "But I think that's why it's such a good gift though." He smiled as his nervousness faded.

He was last. He opened the wrapping paper carefully, since it had been chosen especially for him with such care. Where did you even find it?

He opened it and pulled out some good sound editing tech. Hadn't he complained about how he couldn't clean anything up and it made everything sound like shit?

He only told you that though. And you looked a little nervous....

This was almost too rich.

"You like it right?" you asked. Mischa was a little choked up actually.

"It's- It's dope, yo," he said. "Yes." You grinned.

"Yeah so we can all agree we know who got him that right?" Noel asked.

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ricky x reader who has dogs

Lmao yesss

Joking rivalry over dog family vs cat family

Calls this bit Ro-meow and Drool-liet. He thinks he's funny (so do I)

Loves your dogs though. Learns all their names and gives them all equal attention

Gets them new toys and collars and stuff for holidays and special occasions

He'll come over to your house and end up surrounded and smothered by dogs

His body's fragility will not stop him from trying to play with them. He will concede that he can't walk them, however, after his failed attempt.

That "my boyfriend just came into the room, cradled the dog's head in his hands, told it he loved it, and left. I'm right next to the dog" tweet? That's Ricky

He's a cat person but he appreciates the dogs. All the dogs. The fluffier the disaster the better

Tries to make your dogs and his cats become friends. To varying levels of success.

He might be mildly allergic to dog dander? Idk sometimes he gets a rash. It's not deterring him and he seems unaware of it until you point it out so

Considers them all his babies too the same way he sees his cats as your babies

This is going to become a very animal-loving relationship very quickly

Claims to know each dog's individual personality and preferences. Is probably right. Probably does.

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mischa x reader where the reader shows a lot of interest in his culture and constantly tries to include his culture into everyday life to make him happy <3

Awwwwww

Mischa was so not sure what to think the first time you started asking questions about Ukraine

He was waiting for the other shoe to drop, for you to not like something you found there or get weirded out by his love for his home or something.

You didn't so he opened up more and more. When he was reminded of something from home he wouldn't hesitate to mention it. It felt more casual every day

You asked if the choir could learn the original Ukrainian Carol of The Bells for the winter showcase. He freaked out a little bit because holy shit you remembered and also wanted to do that and also were happy to bring it up which gave him more credibility when HE asked later and it actually happened holy shit

He finds himself with more Ukrainian food than before, you two follow Eurovision together and the Ukrainian soccer team, you let him talk about everything he misses back home, and he gets this happy little rush of affection whenever he begins to explain something mid-story and you say "yeah, I remember," and he doesn't have to slow himself down like that

Holidays he'd started to think he'd never properly celebrate again come back in smaller but equally meaningful ways. His world is so much bigger and better.

He tells you you don't have to constantly. You tell him you want to and afdgdgaghrnebabdskabid be still his heart

He speaks Ukrainian around you a lot because it's more comfortable with someone like you so whether you're consciouslu learning or not you're gonna pick up a few phrases.

The first time you told him you love him in Ukrainian he swears he nearly passed out. It was just jolting and beautiful

He tries to reciprocate the effort by completely memorizing every facet of your personality but he doesn't think he can adequately repay you for how happy you make him. This is the sweetest gift he's ever received.

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ricky x reader where the reader is IN LOVE with him and just a proud significant other

If you'd like something very similar to this, there's something in my masterlist I think (assuming you haven't already read it lol) anyway here! Enjoy!

Ricky basked in your love like warm sunlight. Your attention is rapt and undivided when you're together and he loves it.

Right now he's trying to fight the elated heat in his cheeks as he tells you about some of his latest creative work. You look happy to be listening to him.

To think he went from being more or less ignored to having you hanging onto his every word.

It's nice.

There's no need to ask "are you listening?" because you are. And he knows you are because you seem to be genuinely invested.

"Wait you said something about a backstory you have but can't find a way to work in, tell me more about that," you say. "Maybe I can help." And you probably won't. But that's fine.

He likes telling you anyway.

He could spend forever like this.

Just like he could spend forever with you by his side, chatting away eagerly because you were just so excited to talk to him.

He could spend forever with you telling him morning noon and night how great he is, how smart, how funny, how creative. Forever with your "I love you" and your eagerness to hold him and the way you grin when he enters a room.

Forever, with you. He could do that, he thinks.

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May i please request a Mischa x Russian! reader? Nothing to do with the complicated history Russia and Ukraine have, I’m just very Russian and I love Mischa.

Thank you! ❤️

❤❤ I hope all is well for you!

He speaks Russian so you two can talk in Russian if you'd like

Playfully teases you about being Russian all the time. People get a little weirded out by it but it's fine, they just don't get it

(Throwback to that time Mischa called you some MILDLY derogatory word for Russians and Ocean started yelling at both of you for 'using slurs' while you two died laughing)

I bet you have a lot of weird inside jokes no one else gets that only make sense in Russian/Ukrainian

You follow Eurovision together religiously. When Russia was banned he tried not to celebrate it too much (and failed) but you two both just rooted for Ukraine together instead

You trade flag-related merch constantly or have prank wars where you try to leave him something Russian without him noticing and he tries to leave you something Ukrainian without you noticing

He got SO annoyed when he realized you'd snuck a Russian flag into his room and it stayed there for a MONTH. A whole MONTH he was secretly sporting RUSSIA decor how did this happen

As payback he filled your locker and bedroom with sunflowers.

You two cook together except you only make dishes found in both Ukraine and Russia and it's chaotic as fuck because you're both making the version found in YOUR country and you end up with an entirely new thing

The group makes you both do the Rasputin JustDance on game nights it's hell (it's actually hilarious)

Don't know Ukrainian? No problem! Mischa will teach it to you. He will do so by tricking you into calling Ocean every curse word in the book but he will do it.

Every jokey little bicker you guys have is dubbed a war by your friends and by e/o

"Mischa just INVADED Russia" "shut UP I told you to stop screaming when I took a turn too fast" "I'm being annexed as we speak send help"

"How DARE you disrespect Ukraine" "I just said I don't want to listen to one Bad Egg song the whole way to Noel's house -_-" "this is an affRONT"

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Hi again I was wondering if you could do a continuation of the Mischa x reader like Wednesday Addams where there on a date or something and they run into bully’s from school????

Sure thing!

Mischa wasn't exactly scared when he saw them approach but he wasn't thrilled either.

He mostly just worried for your sake. People left you alone at school because they'd get noticed and punished. There was no one but him to step in this time and they clearly didn't care that he was here.

"Hey freak," one of them greeted you. "You really going out with him or is he like your guard dog or something?"

"Yeah, he gonna bite us if we get too close?"

"I don't need a guard dog," you answered. "I can bite you myself." They laughed.

"Yeah okay gross," one of them said. "Don't want your germs thanks."

"Then go somewhere else to avoid them." More laughter, this time somewhat uncomfortable. Whatever they wanted, they were clearly being let down.

"What, you're not gonna like, hiss at us or something?"

"Would you like me to?" You asked. Your tone walked the line between sincere and mocking and your face didn't give it away either. Mischa laughed.

"Is this fucking funny to you?" She asked, rounding on him.

"You? A little," Mischa said. "Your 'jokes'? Not so much."

"I find it more pathetic," you observed in a complete deadpan.

"Pathetic, that's the word," Mischa said.

"Y’know what's pathetic is walking around like you think you're a vampire, seriously that's cringy as fuck!" More confident laughter, that time. You seemed unruffled. Mischa wasn't even sure how to read what you were thinking.

"If I were a vampire, I'd have already killed you," you answered. "But I wouldn't want to drink your blood. You'd taste bad."

They both looked at you for a moment, trying to sense embarrassment. They waited for your awkward laugh and a 'just kidding!' so they could make fun of you and put you back in your place, knowing even you agreed you were ridiculous.

No such gesture came.

You stared, waiting. And stared. And stared. You didn't blink. You didn't speak. You didn't turn and cough. They had no opening. No reason to believe you weren't entirely too serious. No weakness to exploit.

The next few seconds were some awkward parting attempts at having the last word and a hurried exit. Then you turned back to Mischa with a slight smile, just a bit too sinister to be sweet.

"That was fun," you said.

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hi!

for starters, i believe i speak for the entirety of the fandom when i say i am beyond thankful for your content, which is pretty much feeding us all.

with that said, i was wondering if i could perhaps request an angsty (because i am a bitch for the angsty ukranian bad boy with a heart of gold) mischa×reader one shot based off the song The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift.

in case you haven't heard it and don't intend on doing so, said song is about being in a relationship with who appears to be the perfect partner but still longing for the bittersweet-ness of a previous, more passionate relationship.

this relationship included, and i quote, "screaming, and fighting and kissing in the rain and it's two am and i'm cursing your name, so in love that you act insane" "breaking down and coming undone, it's a rollercoaster kind of rush, and i never knew i could feel that much, and that's the way i loved you".

anyways, this request turned out to be rather lengthy, for which i'm so sorry, so i'll leave it at that, thank you in advance and i hope you keep on writing and taking request for rtc, because your fics are literally amazing.

UGH ANYWAYS LY LY LY BYEE <33

I decided given the overall themes in rtc of wishing for things and "who I dreamed I was vs who I actually was" I'd have you both comparing this relationship to the one you made up when you first got together and make it even sadder bc you're comparing it to literally NOTHING

Anyway thank you sosososossoooo much for the kind words, all you guys make me feel so special and I'm actually just some dork who got pissed there weren't enough fanfics lol

This isn't what it promised it'd be. What you promised yourself it'd be really.

You craved excitement. When Mischa asked you out you expected to become partners in crime. You wanted to look for trouble and if you couldn't find it you wanted to make it.

He was a bad boy. The angriest in town. He practically sparked and crackled with a rage that sat on his skin like static, set off by the right combination of friction and intensity.

You wanted to be dangerous. To be angry. To turn your enduring boredom and resentment into something interesting.

When you agreed to go out with him, you promised yourself excitement. You thought he promised it too.

It wasn't delivered on.

Neither of you seemed to have the nerve, in the end.

Mischa expected passion. He isn't sure he just meant physical passion- though he craved a touch so hot and welcoming that it seared him to the bone. But he lost his nerve. These things were easier to think than to say and he couldn't bring the words to his lips.

And he's not sure that's what you wanted anyway. So he did nothing.

Before Mischa showed up in town you expected any relationship you had in Uranium would be bland. All you had to relate to each other was living here and having no real prospects outside town. That's not enough of a foundation to build anything on.

You daydreamed instead of people you'd meet outside Uranium, when one day you left. A man who would make your life exciting. Any man who could make your life exciting. You wanted effort. You wanted madness.

Mischa showed up and holy shit did he seem like he could provide that.

He got in trouble for stealing communion wine and told people to fuck off. He swore and yelled in Ukrainian. He was loud on YouTube and dreamed of a much more dramatic, interesting life than he had.

He could show you interesting, you thought.

And sometimes you were right. He spoke of Ukraine, of a place torn apart by war and other disasters. He vented about poverty and illness and called Canada an unjust crook in a bad neighborhood that paints over its cracks and mocks the ones who can't or won't do the same. He claimed one day you'd run away and live there.

And then he got tired of being interesting and he just wanted to be alone.

Mischa isn't sure what you wanted from him to begin with.

After a while he figured out you seemed to like listening to him. Mostly when he talked about home, he noticed. He thought it was nice so he kept talking, but he ran out of steam quickly.

You didn't really understand. He wanted someone who understood. He wanted that girl he was dating right before you, who did. She was from the same place, she'd seen the same things.

Or maybe he just wanted what she gave him- a tether back home and a warm blanket to wrap himself in. She fed and knew his anger. They could have long discussions where they cleaned the wound in him, and then... she'd patch it up.

He wanted that comfort. He wanted the sting of his own rant to be followed with sweetness. Comfort.

And when he ran out of anger, he didn't know how to ask for that from you. You seemed hard to read. You seemed to be waiting for something Mischa didn't know about.

He didn't have more to give and he wasn't sure how to take anything from you so he pulled back.

You barely seemed like you were dating, really. Mischa wasn't sure how to feel about it aside from disappointed and you weren't sure how your expectations had messed you up so severely.

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Hi I just wanted to say again that I love your work and was wondering if you could do a Mischa x reader who’s like Wednesday Addams and she’s part of the choir and oceans like scared of her.❤️❤️❤️

Lmao this came up while I was watching Wednesday (also her dance scene is exactly how I dance and I love that for us weirdos, we've been winning all year)

No one's sure if your whole thing is an act or not. Most people are too scared to ask.

Mischa loves it though. It's fun to watch you do whatever you're doing. He likes the stunning pair you make, and the unflinching stare that greets any attempt to intimidate or bully you. You're untouchable.

Every choreographed dance Father Markus coaxes you into joining, you turn into quite the show. You're better at them than anyone, terrifying in your lack of embarrassment. You transform it. It becomes creepy and powerful, like the twisting and writhing of a siren.

When Ocean first met you, she tried to cow you into compliance. Most people were so exhausted or taken aback by her onslaught of energy (like arguing with the sun itself) that they became a bit more passive.

It was unstoppable force meets immovable object. And Ocean backed down.

Granted there wasn't much opportunity for you to put up a proper fight, seeing as you were always in detention. Not once did the St. Cassian uniform find a home on you.

At this point no one tries to make you wear it. The most they ever got was a version of it, artfully ripped and cut, dyed black for good measure. They couldn't find much reason to try after that one.

Mischa loves it. You scare his 'parents' half to death and you make him happy. Best combination ever.

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Ocean x Reader: Stay (Up) With Me

Back from Thanksgiving hiatus, time to give you this oneshot

It was way too late for Ocean to be up when you got the call. That's how you knew something was horribly wrong.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked.

"Shh!" Her voice was a trembling hiss. You were taken aback as she whispered hurriedly, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to snap."

"Uh, it's fine, whatever," you said. "What's up? You never call this late."

"I don't know," Ocean said. "I'm kinda freaked out." You heard music playing in the background. "It's fine, this happens a lot, I'm fine, you should probably hang up and get back to sleep."

"Are you okay?" you asked.

"I'm fine," she said. "I'm totally fine, don't worry about it, this was a mistake." She didn't seem very sure of that. "Just go back to bed."

"I will if you will," you said. "If you're gonna stay up I'd rather stay up with you." Her breathing sounded thin, a few keening exhales as she shifted. Moving backward? Pulling the covers over her head? Who knows...

"Should I come over?" you asked. "You sound... I dunno."

"I'm fine," she repeated even less convincingly than the last times.

"Sure, whatever," you said. "I'm staying up with you though." She scoffed.

"You shouldn't. It's late."

"You called me."

"I know that, but you should prioritize your well-being wherever possible," Ocean said.

"It's fine," you said. "One late night won't kill me." You sat up properly. You weren't going to be able to sleep properly anyway, after this little talk, so you might as well stay up with her. "So what's up? Why'd you call?"

"I just got scared for a second but it's fine it's really nothing-"

"Scared of what?" You asked with such an urgency that Ocean felt the exact moment she caved, her resolve breaking as punctuation for your question.

"My parents," she admitted. "They're not- I'm never... I'm just- it's dumb." They're not going to hurt me. I'm never actually in danger, I'm just being dramatic.

"Ocean what's happening?" You asked, sounding- if possible- even more concerned for her.

"They're just having fun, I'm being a child," she said. Like always. The child, trying to get out of place and mess around in adult things that she doesn't- can't- understand. "They just did more this time, is all, and they haven't stopped yet. They're usually quiet by now at least, I don't know." She was at a loss for words, having been asked and all.

No one asked. No one cares.

"Hey it's fine," you said. "That sounds kinda scary, it's normal to get freaked out."

"Thanks," Ocean whispered.

"Of course," you said. "You sure you don't want me to come get you? You can stay with me."

"No it's fine, really," she said. "It's way too late for that. I'll be fine."

"If you're sure." She's not. But maybe she can ask later, if she changes her mind. If things get worse.

"Do they do this a lot?"

"No," Ocean said. "They usually just lay around and listen to music. Right now they're dancing." There's a shuddering hitch of breath as Ocean flinches. "And breaking things, sometimes." She learned early on to keep anything important in her room.

"Okay it's not my place but your parents suck."

"I know," Ocean said.

"You wanna go over the chem lab? While we're up?"

"Yes," Ocean agrees quickly.

You pass the time that way. Some homework, some trivia, some little chats here and there. Ocean gets a little more confident. Back to herself.

"Okay they're stopping now," Ocean said. "We should probably go to bed."

"Sure," you said. "Night Ocean."

"Night." You could hear the smile in her voice. "Oh, and I better see you at school tomorrow."

"I just stayed up all night."

"You made an irresponsible choice, but that's no excuse to stay home and miss a deadline," she said. You scoffed. "Or I can just come over and get it to turn it in for you. As a one-time thank you, for staying up with me."

"Yeah, sure," you say. "No problem."

"Okay, goodnight. I mean it this time."

"Goodnight, Ocean."

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Ok but like if they all came back to life, I feel like it could go one of two directions with how the choir reacts afterward

They could either never bring up what happened with Karnak because it was like too painful or something

Or it could go in the complete opposite direction with them constantly bringing up what happened, usually to make fun of each other

Like one day this one teacher is being a huge jackass so when the teacher asks if they have any fun facts they’d like to share with the class Noel just stands up and goes “When a lioness has children-“

Ocean and Constance are desperately trying not to laugh

Mischa makes it a personal game to call as many people as possible a spielverderber

Somebody is talking for a really long time during a presentation and when it’s over Ricky just signs “And that is why not everyone should have a library card!” while Mischa just tries to not burst out laughing

Penny will sometimes recite Ricky’s Silver Surfer speech just so she can laugh about it later when people are like “Wow. So deep 🥲”

Sometimes you’ll just hear one of them humming everyone’s songs

The funniest time this has happened is when Noel caught Ocean humming “This Song Is Awesome”

Constance bakes everyone Zolar themed cupcakes and they’re so good

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hii could you possibly write like a mischa x f reader where maybe mischa and the reader came home like really late and the reader gets screamed at by his parents but mischa gets like really protective? thanks !

Mischa was furious.

Oh he was always angry, but now it was consumptive. An emotion surging with all the force of a tsunami and the reckless destruction of a wildfire.

You hadn't done anything. So what, you missed curfew? So what, one chore was left undone? So what, they worried? It's no excuse. There is no excuse.

"Yo, you have phones!" he shouted. "You could've texted. What, can you not read?" He was making it worse. Somewhere he was dimly aware of it. You were shaking your head, mouth agape and eyes wide.

"Stay out of this, you can go ahead and go home!" Your mother hissed. Your father started to push him back but in a split second of pure insanity Mischa pushed too.

"If you're so desperate for control you get a fucking houseplant!" he shouted. "It's like a fucking prison up in this bitch." And he was speaking Ukrainian and slapping away your mother's hand and getting into your father's face and you were slowly walking behind him.

You eventually stopped them all and dragged Mischa out, still grumbling as he stared daggers at your father who was equally unhappy.

As he came back to his senses, he realized what was happening. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten in the-"

"Okay no, you shouldn't have, but it's fine. They'll probably get over it and it's not like they can stop me from seeing you or anything," you said. "Relax."

"That's my line, yo," he said. You smiled and hugged him.

"See you soon babe." You turned around and headed to your room without a word to your parents. Mischa turned toward his house to do the same.

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Could you do a Noel x male reader where he visits Noel at work, and Noel’s boss is being not the best.

I made this mostly funny but there's kinda depressing undertones. Like Noel himself

You figured it'd be a good day to visit Noel. His workload shouldn't be too bad right now, should it?

Wrong.

Apparently there was a catering thing the next day that everyone was getting ready for.

You showed up, cheerful as ever, to see Noel having given up on maintaining an unbothered appearance as he stared dead-eyed at some woman with forty kids in front of him.

"We don't have it," he repeated.

"But it says on your menu-"

"The menu doesn't update every time we run out of something," he said.

"Well then- I- fine, fine," she sighed. She continued her order as normal with the air of someone who was just threatened.

When you walked up to the counter Noel handed you a water cup and said, "Go get a Sprite or something I'm not charging you. I'd pay you to hang out here at this point." He looked behind him quickly and then said, "But hurry though."

You came back with your 'water' and stood by the counter so you two could talk.

"Honestly I'm not even kidding I kinda wish I could quit," Noel said.

"Me too," you agreed. "You've been kinda bitchy lately."

"Ugh, shut up."

"Noel, hurry it up we need you back here in half an hour!" A voice yelled from the back.

"All right well here you go, that'll be twenty sixty-five, have a fantastic day!" Noel said in an overly cheery, overly loud voice, opening the register and making noises with it to feign working. "There, happy?" The act dropped suddenly and completely. You kept a hand over your mouth so you wouldn't laugh.

"No!"

"Good, me neither," Noel grumbled.

"Kick your boyfriend out or I'll do it!" Noel rolled his eyes with an 'ugh' that could have reduced grown men to flustered incredulity and sighed.

"Fine!" he called back. Then, to you, "Get yourself a refill, a bunch of sauces, steal a chair or whatever, I'll see you later." You laughed as he moped off to the back.

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Heyyy! Can you write an Ocean x Reader (male, female, or gn, doesn't matter)? Where the reader is, like, the embodiment of angsty teen and has a "D is still passing" mentality?

No one can believe they're together, but behind closed doors, Ocean gets Reader's rare smiles and Reader gets Ocean to chill out.

Sorry if this is too long. I'm a sucker for the 'Opposites Attract' trope. 😅

Tell me why my computer crashed when I actually had something written for this lmao

Anyway hope you enjoy

Everyone was surprised to find out you two were dating. Noel thought it was a joke, Mischa (who you're probably friends with) was in shock and Constance thought you were using her for homework help or something

They became really supportive when they saw you together more though

You were the talk of the town for a little while because it was pretty wild. No one expected it.

Least of all Ocean, actually, she was pretty stunned when she realized she liked you.

At first she tried really hard to get you motivated to study more but she realized you weren't going to do that and gave up.

You tried to get her less stressed out and that also didn't work

Ocean thinks your smile/laugh is precious. She tries to make you laugh all the time

Ocean always tends to ramble and go off on long speeches and tangents but with you they become less pompous and she slows down enough to hear herself

She's cuddly. Behind closed doors or in an appropriate setting she will become adhesive

Teases you for your attitude. Not particularly smoothly but still. Kinda funny though because she'll make fun of you and get offended when you make fun of her

Ocean calls you a really cringy-cute nickname (like sweetie, cutie-pie, honeydew, you get it. Better than 'monkeylovedrop' but still). Doesn't get how funny it is. Noel gets how funny it is. Noel calls you that to make fun of you both. Noel claims Ocean tried to same-day ship him to Jesus.

Everyone probably considers Ocean your problem. They hope you'll be chill enough to keep her in some semblance of line.

You will not.

Neither of you have a healthy sleep schedule so you're always up which means you're always available to talk

Ocean calls you just to tell you she's cold a lot. You rush right over.

No one would guess how sweet you are to her in private. Everyone thinks Ocean is just shockingly unaware of your demeanor but she knows damn well what you're like and also knows she's the exception.

She takes advantage of this leeway a lot.

You take advantage of her unwillingness to scold you too. Noel has watched, gobsmacked, as you said or did something that would have earned him a whole speech and were met with Ocean's laughter and a gentle smack to the shoulder.

Whether you put in conscious effort or not your grades will improve because Ocean makes you quiz her and listen to her proofread her essays aloud. Learning through osmosis 🥰

Completely adorable couple

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ricky x reader with reader stealing and wearing his clothes

Lmao I love clothing thievery among couples, your stuff's mine now 😈

Ricky noticed his shirt missing once on Friday. He didn't think much of it, it was probably being washed. It'd turn up soon.

It didn't.

But after one of your visits he found himself missing a sweater, too.

He started to catch on after the sweater. It was endearing, if not a little annoying.

The shirt from the first time turned up in his house the same day another one went missing. It seemed you were exchanging them.

"What? Noooo," you said unconvincingly when he asked you about it. But you weren't even trying to hide it, because you were wearing the sweater.

He stole one of your hoodies- a big oversized one with a hood that fell over his eyes- as retaliation.

You took it as encouragement instead and swapped out his sweater for a whole pajama set without him noticing.

When he did notice, he stole a Star Wars tee you didn't wear because it was faded and baggy.

Before long more of his clothes were in your closet than not, and more of yours were in his.

You'd give them back when it was convenient or when the smell of each other's laundry wore out of it, or when you had your eye on a new article.

Eventually it got to the point where you were stealing your own clothes back, because there was nothing of his left in his closet to steal.

"Y’know Ricky's wearing your shirt right?" Ocean asked one Saturday.

"Yeah joke's on you, the one I'm wearing was his last month too," you answered.

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Hi. Can I request more platonic!Jane Doe x Reader, please? She's just so adorable and sad at the same time.

I made some hcs because my brain took me in thirty directions at once. She is in fact adorable and sad at the same time

Goes through names constantly trying to find one that suddenly comes with an identity attached. She's been Jane, Savannah, Rosalie, Delilah, you name it

She leans on dolls and doll-like names mostly, got a real theme going

She also goes through interests rapidly. She hopes one holds memories for her or will spark other developments. Basically her line of thinking is that someday she'll set off a chain reaction that'll land her with her own identity or a new one

She's also quite malleable. If you have a suggestion she'll take it. If you have a recommendation she'll dive at it headfirst

If she reads the American Girl books she'll cycle through their personalities and lives, looking for one that suddenly fits more than the others

She has a habit of humming to herself but she loses the tune quickly and gets this lost look.

You're pretty much the only person who isn't scared of her and she's very grateful for it.

She trails after you as you navigate purgatory, occasionally commenting on something as she tries to link every detail she sees to something else.

She asks a lot of questions. Most of them relate to her identity. "Could this have been mine?" Is one she asks a lot.

She tries not to be too sad but she will always be searching. She asks you if you knew her and that's why you're so kind. She asks you if anyone here knew her, or if anyone at all knew her.

It seems like she thinks you know everything, sometimes. You do compared to her, surely.

She's enamored with pinky promises. And the idea of best friends.

She asks if you'd like to brush her dolly's hair because she wants to observe and feel that kind of tenderness. Part of her longs for it very strongly and she thinks maybe in her life that was her preferred love language

She stares at how the others interact a lot. She wants to understand how they know what they like or feel and thinks if she stares hard enough it'll become apparent

She offers help every time she sees you do anything. It will bring her closer to a friend. It will bring her closer to herself. It will show her what being a person is.

She's very blunt. Frequently too much so. But she never means any harm.

She doesn't just feel the others' personalities and know it's different from what she has. She acutely feels her lack of an identity. She knows there is a hole where something once was and she tries a million pieces to see which one fits and gets frustrated when it feels like none do.

She tries to always be touching you because she thinks if she just connects to other people enough then she can make herself a mosaic of everything she loves about them. About you.

She tries to adopt your personality a lot. She studies your mannerisms and copies them but she agrees it's a hollow, pale imitation of you. It feels wrong.

She goes back to being a blank slate.

When she gets voted to go back she hopes she'll remember you and your friendship because it's the closest thing she had to an identity before this moment.