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theflyingfeeling · 7 months

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a high school Olli/Allu AU in which they're both fuckboys... 😏 (just the idea, not actually gonna write this, but you may look 💅)

as a former high school teacher I can barely bring myself to read high school AUs let alone write them but !!!!!!! y'all, this one that I just came up with would be the cuteeeeeeeessst high school AU 🥺

so we'd have Aleksi as the bratty snobby rich boy hanging out with his fuckboy buddies (let's say Arttu Lindeman and Isac Elliot 🤭 Robin would be his actual best friend since kindergarten though, but he goes to a different school)

and Olli would obviously be in his own emo fuckboy friend group 🥰 (except Porko is maybe less emo and more...twinky 😅 and Niko with his bisexual bob... 🤔 jesus, how come they ALL looked so fruity when they were teenagers?! 😂 even Joel looked kinda awkward and trying too hard to appear heterosexual (and failing))

anyway! at school they'd pretend to hate each other's guts, or just ignore each other the very least, but they go to the same chemisty class or something, which none of their friends took because it was the super early Monday morning one, but Olli had no choice because he needed that course and all the other courses clashed with his bass lessons, and Aleksi couldn't fit the other options in his schedule either because of his...twinky fuckboy lessons? 😂 idk I'll come up with a funky hobby for him later lol

yeah, anyhow, perhaps they're even lab partners and low-key crushing on each other, although they'd never ever admit it to anyone, because to Aleksi's friends, Olli is a stuck-up loser emo kid, and to Olli's friends, Aleksi is a posh douchebag showing off daddy's money, and they both have no choice but to laugh along with their friends (because that's what teenagers do to fit in), but during their shared early morning chemistry classes Aleksi has noticed Olli is actually super sweet and funny and that his "bitchy" appearance is due to him just being sort of socially awkward with people he doesn't know yet, and Olli soon figures Aleksi is more friendly and down-to-earth than he leads on 👀

I am yet to decide how their relationship would develop from then on, but I suppose they find a way to spend more time together even after their chemistry course ends 🤔 maybe they take the same optional music class (jazz or something none of their friends would be interested in) and that's when they finally realise they have more in common than they thought, and so their secret friendship deepens 😌 and now this is the part where I'm asking you to imagine them having exchanged phone numbers (because they're sure they couldn't follow each other on social media without their friends noticing, and if they did they'd never hear the end of it, and right now neither are ready to deal with stuff like that), and yeah, imagine them hugging and giggling into their pillow in their bedrooms respectively while texting each other in the evenings 🥺💞 first they just chat about school and the music project but eventually about other stuff too and they feel all 💞💓💕 because they feel like they've finally found someone who truly understands them 😭

and maybe one day after the music class they stay behind to voluntarily clean up the classroom or perhaps to practice together, and Olli is blushing and 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 when Aleksi asks him to help him out with some bass/guitar stuff, and of course they need to be standing quite close together for that (okay maybe they don't need to but they absolutely want to), and then they look up at each other and realise just how close they are to each other and... 💕💓💞💗💖🥰

and that's how they figure out not only that they're both fuckboys, but that they both also...fuck boys 😌

(but no, they didn't do it in the music classroom (...at least not for the first time 👀))

(also included in this AU: a Joel/Joonas/Niko love triangle, with both Joel and Niko crushing on Joonas, and Joonas happily loving them both lol, and Tommi just...doing everyone's math homework I guess 😂)

#i'm emotional over teen!olli/allu suddenly 🥺💞#blind channel rpf #ollixallu

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juliedrawz · 1 year

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The long awaited appreciation post/character breakdown

Note : I mixed canon and headcanon facts from my book in here. (Some infos however are still missing because of spoiler reasons)

A/N - If someone would ask me to discribe Héctor, I would tell them that he's a walking ray of sunshine, spreading happiness wherever he goes. He's everything a perfect father and husband should be, and the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for.

Orgins

Héctor Rivera was born to his parents Arlo and Estella Gracía on january 10th in Santa Cartoria (the biggest part of the city El Torres) in Yucatan.

Through his mother's hispanic gipsy orgin, Héctor was brought into a world full of dancing and music. He was loved to pieces by all his family members and discribed as an unusual happy baby, always laughing and hardly ever crying.

The love for guitars especially was planted into Héctor by his father, who was a passionate guitar builder and player himself.

Both his parents, which he was very close with, meant the world to Héctor. Between the age of 3 and 4 Héctor lost his father first to a local civil war whereupon his mother, after seperated from her family, fled with him all the way to Oaxaca, Santa Cecilia by foot. Once in the new city, the exhausted and sick mother and her son were taken in by nuns of the local church. After Estella's death, Héctor was brought to the orphanage, where he subconsciously supressed his memories to cope with the loss.

Early childhood

Despite the great loss of his parents and family, Héctor never lost his optimistic and lively character. Always seeing the good rather than the bad. Though shy and quiet at the other hand.

It didn't take long for Héctor to understand, that he was different from other children his age. Mentally ahead of others, he found joy in reading books, writing poems and exploring the surrounding nature on his own. Since the other kids would call him weird, Héctor didn't even bother to try and fit in, he didn't want to and he didn't care.

If not on and about in the fields and forests of Santa Cecilia, Héctor would find himself at the center plaza to watch and listen to the mariachis. His adoration didn't stay unnoticed for too long. Eventually he was taught how to play the guitar by the leader José Vargas by the age six.

According to Josè, Héctor lived and breathed music, having it in his soul. He also called the guitar Héctors third arm.

Most important Relationships

Ernesto

A/N - I wish I could just tell you their whole story here, that's how eager I am! But, it has its time and place in my book and I certainly don't want to spoil anything. So, here come the basics! Also they're 12 and 8 above ☝️

When Héctor told people he and Ernesto go way back, he meant it. They grew up together, formed a deep brother bond and loved and considered each other family.

Having Ernesto as big brother, Héctor always looked up to him. He couldn't imagine a life without him and tried his best to balance his time after marriage and becoming a father to please everyone.

Noticing Ernesto's behaviour change was painful and confusing. Just as much as getting rejected over and over again in the land of the death. Héctor never understood what made his best friend snap like that but he yearns to understand. Also, in my book, Héctor at one point says this to Álvaro (the doctor)

"As odd as it is, despite everything, I don't hate Ernesto. And don't get me wrong, but I know that he could never hate me either."

Furthermore he says this -

"That man at the sunrise spectacle, that wasn’t Ernesto. That wasn’t my best friend; my brother. He'd totally snapped, gone savage. I … I didn’t recognize him anymore. There was so much anger and fear in his eyes. I can’t make sense of it. I wish I could! I wish I could understand what happened to him. Caused him to become that way."

A/N - writing about their relationship and past was and is still tasking but it's also wonderful and exciting. I cannot wait to share that part of the past!

Imelda

Héctor 15 y. Imelda 16. y 👇

Héctor's one true love, his twin flame and soulmate.

From the moment he first spotted her, he felt that special, unexplainable spark. That deep connection has always been there, and it took a while for Héctor to understand what it meant.

Héctor was well aware that many couldn't really understand how he could manage being with Imelda and handle her fiery temper. But to him, it was never a problem. If asked about it, he would always reply that he even loves her temper tantrums. To him, they are "sexy"

- In my book, I discribe their reunion, their road of recovery and how they get back on track. Also their whole past and future. I'm obsessed with them! 😍 I love love love writing them up and down! *sigh*

Coco

Like father like daughter. Héctor passed down a lot of his characteristics to Coco. He was/is very close to her and despite his young age (becoming a father at 18) he was a remarkable good parent. Surprising everyone around how good he was at handling his baby. Héctor also was what others would call a helicopter Dad. Overprotective and always worried something might hurt his precious daughter.

Next to Imelda, Coco is Héctor's everything. Back when he was still aiming to cross the bridge, he was ready to rather die a second time trying than giving up.

A/N ~ Guh! Did I mention that he's the best Dad? He needs a 'best Dad ever' award!

Character traits

Positive :

Optimistic, humorous, ambitius, caring, altruistic, empathic, spontaneous, honest, protective, creative, easygoing, enthusiastic, gentle, humble, idealistic, innocent, loyal, forgiving, passionate, persistent, bubbly, spunky, supportive, trusting, unselfish ...

Negative/neutral :

Stubborn, melodramatic, reckless, shy, clumsy ...

Man I wish tumblr would allow me to post more than just 10 images 😒 ....

Now, if I haven't already gushed and raved about Héctor enough ... I FREAKING LOVE THAT GUY! Like, man, he's the perfect package of everything! He's incredibly handsome (to me at least) He's got frecklessss, ans those eyelashes! Fluffy hair! He's tall! Full lips, perfect white, straight teeth. And that combined with his personality, Ay Mama!

I enjoy writing Héctor a lot! He's just awesome! Like a hot cup of tea and a cozy blanket after a long walk through a snow covered forest.

His goofyness just cracks me up over and over again. His pure heart just deserves the biggest Aawwwww. I mean, the INNOCENCE! With Imelda behind closed doors, he surely knows the whole rollercoaster menu and while other adults would consider Miguel old enough to know what boobs are (he regulary gets his face shoved into his grandmas chest when she hugs him!) And here comes Héctor cencoring the word!

Back to him being a heli-dad. I bet you, he covered baby Cocos eyes whenever Imelda would walk out of the shower stark naked, trying hard not to drool like a great dane. And Imelda poker faced would just argue why he was covering their daughters eyes.

Or as soon as Coco could walk, Imelda would one day find all pointy furnitures covered with pillows and Héctor would say that he doesn't want Coco to hurt herself.

He would freak out big time when they would be outside and there's the slightest possibility of Coco getting hurt. Bees, birds, cats, dogs, stones, puddles, dirt. Imelda would regulary need to calm Héctor down, convincing him, that a bug bite isn't deadly and no, neither is a little bit of sand that Coco shoved into her mouth. Or that flower she ate.

And I cannot repeat this enough! The 👏 flower 👏 bridge 👏

The freaking thing with El puente ok!

I am over and over again blown that Héctor would stop by nothing to cross the bridge. Get caught? Try again. New disguise blown, try again. Broken bones? Try again. Risking to die a second time? He still tries. He simply doesn't care! He wants, needs, has to get to his one true love and daughter. And even after Imelda has passed over, he keeps going because Coco is still there! If that man's devotion isn't the prime example that perfect father love and the one true love exsists, I don't know what else could be.

Also, again, let me underline his kindness, his altruism! He's too good for the world! He hardly EVER picks a fight, he avoids fights! And even IF there's a situation of conflict, it takes Héctor, what, 5 seconds to backpaddle and be like "ok, you know what, let's not argue!"

We saw that with the police officer. Then with Chich, Ceci, Miguel, Ernesto and Imelda. He constantly takes the blame or gives in for the sake of peace, for the sake of the other ones feelings. He would rather swallow being right, if that means his opposite doesn't get hurt too much.

You really REALLY have to push and force Héctor to the farest edge, to have him snap and really get mad.

Being such a person deserves the highest respect. Being such a person in a word like ours is dangerous. You are bound to get hurt. And if you are STILL standing and still having that pure, kind heart, 👏 applause!

Such souls are rare! Héctor is a full blown jackpot! We need more people like Héctor in the world!

#pixar coco #coco 2017 #coco fan art #coco hector #héctor rivera #ernesto de la cruz #coco characters #coco imelda #imelda rivera #Héctor appreciation

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Hi i went with a different take on this one i hope you enjoy this blind box!! Also, another Yokai reader because i find them so fun to write.

- 📝 anon

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Leonardo never thought you'd be here. If he did, he never in a million years would have dragged himself into these rafters, let alone his brothers. Never snuck his family into this free showing of New York Indie Music show by the docks. Never gave them a front row seat to his downfall.

After all, he never knew you of all people joined a band.

He was about to say they should all bounce, say that he and his hermanos should ditch and go get some pizza, but…well, his wretched darling little brother looked over one of the metal beams he laid across and down at the newest band on stage, and perked in curiosity.

"Hey! It's your ex!"

Awesome. Cool. Super super cool.

Donatello looked down as well, scrunching his snout some before going back to looking at his phone. "Let's see here…Ah yeah, Dark Lighthouse. Looking at everything here, it seems they're friends with the guitarist and sometimes lend their voice to some songs. My guess is the band is using one of those."

What rotten luck. That six month old wound opened up like the eye of a storm.

"And you didn't say anything because…?"

"Uh, you said you both agreed to split and that it was cool? Plus, I didn't know they were performing a song they had a part in."

Leonardo grumbled and looked away, back down at you, eyes trailing over your agitated shadow under the harsh lights. Tendrils of your hidden form twisting and weaving anxiously.

He remembered when you got that crack on your cloaking broach. Your shadow never did look right after that, but it still compressed your much bigger, more sharp and tentacle-y form down into a handsome package that fit in his arms nicely. It never mattered how you looked though, either form was marvelous to him.

"You good man..?" Raphael patted his shell. "You're lookin' pale."

No. He was sitting above the reason why he couldn't move on. Sitting above the person who severed ties with him with no explanation.

The sea monster yokai who had sunk his heart like a stray lifeboat.

"I'm fine."

"You wanna head out?" His older brother asked, looking down at you as well. You looked distant, but even he could see you were trying to calm your nerves. The small audience was milling about, not really paying attention as you set up.

Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes-

"No! No, it's fine. They just gotta sing one song and then it's onward to the next band. It's whatever, I don't care." Leonardo watched as you turned to the drummer, who said something that you gave a stilted nod to. He knew he was lying through his teeth, but he couldn't leave. Something about it sat poorly in his gut.

Mikey gave him a disapproving look. "Nardo, it's fine if we head out. It's-"

"Let's stay. Just one song."

Sighing, the youngest shrugged and the four continued to watch Dark Lighthouse get ready. "I think that's a bad choice, but if it gives you some closure, okay…"

He wondered if you would sound like you did when you used to sing with him in the kitchen, making breakfast burritos or scrubbing last night's supper off the plates. He remembered calling you a Siren once, with how your voice would lead anyone to you.

You gave him a half hour talk about how Sirens were bird women and you were decidedly more sea creature-y and not like the temptresses. Apparently it was a big deal between the avians and sea folk.

A guitar began to play, strumming a riff that made him think of a rocking boat on dark waves. More instruments dropped in, and he could feel the salty air and the whirling ocean breeze.

And then you began harmonizing with the rest of the band members, and Leonardo felt his heart crush the air from his lungs and fill with only thoughts of you. And then your swirling voice pulled him in.

"On some level I think I always understood

That these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever."

Leon saw the nights he shared with you in the mystic city, cooking with you only to find you'd cut or burn yourself. Nights he'd hold your clawed hand gently and wrap a plaster around the offensive area. The sharp nails made you have issues with fine motor things, but he marveled at them all the same, decorated with colourful bandages or not.

"And I tried to do the best that I could

But try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to hold you."

The terrapin thought of how you always seemed so…distant.

You were never good with physical affection. He thought you might have been similar to his brother Donnie, but instead of being overstimulated by touch sometimes…

It was almost like you were scared to touch him. Like he would break.

"It's a secret I keep tucked inside my chest. With this heart of mine that's guilty, not remorseful."

He wanted you back. He felt like a ship, longing to dock but being turned away. Aching for respite but having no option to find a port.

"There is love that doesn't have a place to rest…"

He still loved you. Six months did nothing to turn the tide in his chest. And he had a feeling you loved him, too!

Leonardo thinks that scares you.

"-But it would have buried you if it had settled on your shoulders…"

Like you thought your love was nothing but a burden to him.

The night you left him played on repeat in his mind. How you claimed you would do nothing but hold him back. He wished you would let him make the decision of whether you were bad for him or not. Wished you weren't so sure you would be his misery.

The ninja continued to watch you, your voice cascading and washing through the crowd like a riptide. People watched, sure, but he felt riveted by your performance. He swore, he could taste the sea breeze of your breath. Could feel the whirlpools your cold hands would trace along his shell's scutes.

"On some level I think I always understood

That a ship could never really love an anchor."

Your thoughts swam with your dark tendrils latching to the anchor line of a ship, his ship, pulling it down, down, down to its doom.

"So I did the only thing that I could

And severed the rope to set you sailing from my harbor…"

You had to cut him free from you. Leonardo, as funny and handsome and charming as he was, would never be happy with the quiet, cold, hard to love likes of you. It would end in tragedy, and you loved him enough to sever your monstrous tendrils that held fast to him.

Sea serpents, krakens, beastly yokai like you…they never got a happy ending. He deserved one. And you'd provide him the opportunity to be free of you and have it.

"There are times when I still wonder about you."

The red eared slider peered over the support beams more. He wanted so badly to leave, but felt like he was drawn to your melancholic voice, knowing he would just be dashed upon the rocks his ship wrecked into. Donatello had to keep a grip on the lip of his shell to make sure he didn't fall from the rafters and do just that.

Even now, you held back, even when it hurt you. Your feelings, your fears…

Your voice.

Leo knew your voice could rip his heart asunder.

"You are someone I have loved, but never known."

Did you love him still, he wondered? Loved him like he loves you?

It made his heart skip a beat, the ebb and flow of his tide disrupted.

Why weren't you singing like he knew you could?

Why did he want you to? Why did he want to become shipwrecked, sunk into the depths of your echo and scattered like debris along the sharp, unlit cliffs you warned and threatened and promised him?

"And you'll never see the reasons I had

For keeping my claws away, when they were close enough to hurt you."

He wanted it to hurt.

Saltwater trailed down his cheeks as he leaned more, the drops glittering through moonlight and stage lights like the rain of a monsoon before landing on your hands, which clutched the mic like a life ring. You looked up.

Your eyes met.

Brine stung your eyes.

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel."

You never looked away. Leo couldn't find he could either. His heart was too busy fighting the current of your voice, sinking fast into your undertow into the frigid, pitch black depths.

"I am all the things they might have said to you."

Why was he here? Why was he here, now, just when you felt you could finally move on and never think about the warm sun and cool breeze Leonardo brought with him? Why now, when your emotions laid bare and raw and ripped open like whale fall?

You were unwound from him, like plastic and fishing net snipped free of a sea creature's throat. So why was he here, and why was he miserable, and why is it always your fault?

Where was his sun and wind? Why was he nothing but a deluge, dark and miserable as he stared wide eyed down at you, his rain touching the abyss you dwelled?

"Do you ever think of me, and my two hands?"

Leo found himself mouthing his answer as he felt the phantom touch of your clawed, webbed digits on his skin or the cold brush of a smooth tentacle along his arm.

Yes.

"And wonder why

They never soothed your fevers"

But you soothed his fears during sleepless nights.

"And wonder why

They never tied your shoes"

But you picked him up after particularly brutal fights.

"And wonder why

They never held you gently"

But you sat near him, close enough to touch despite fearing he would catch upon your unpleasantly sharp bits when he craved closeness.

"And wonder why

They never had the chance to lose you"

But he lost you.

The song closed, the rocking ocean waves of the melody ceasing when the band finished, and you dove away off stage, wiping your face silently as you slunk away.

Leo was no better, Michelangelo having to help haul him back onto the rafters they hid in and talked to him quietly, whispering that he would be fine and that they should leave and how he would feel better after time and pizza. Needing to gather himself, Leo asked his brothers to go on ahead, telling them he would catch up soon.

Raphael gave him a tight squeeze, and soon it was just him in that rundown warehouse's ceiling, shuddering breaths making him feel like he was fighting to not breath in sea water.

You slid down the metal siding of the venue, staring at the cold, wet concrete of the alley. Streaks of oil slick soiled your clothes while you did nothing but watch. Three shadows passed to the left, not far from you, and you could hear familiar chatter like that of gulls as they flew away, sailing home across a sea of rooftops like a flock of albatrosses.

A fourth landed nearby, and you struggled to not shoo him away. Instead, you pretended like you weren't there, willing to let your vessel sink below the waves rather than address the other.

Leonardo sat next to you, silently.

A nautical pennant was raised, awaiting your own.

Your head bowed, accepting his request to communicate despite six months of radio silence.

The two of you talked quietly, sitting on the wet ground as a chill seeped deep into your bones like arctic waves. You played catch up like he wasn't a ship spiraling in the eddies of a maelstrom, like you weren't Charybdis ready to pull him down to you once more. Like the two of you would wash up on black and white sand beaches dotted with coral reefs and promises of safe seas.

"...It uh. Really hurt me when you left. But…it was supposed to, wasn't it?"

You, your feelings bottled tightly like a model ship and held near to your chest, didn't say anything.

"Yeah. I figured. You know, dooming us from the start doesn't make the whole superstition about sea monster yokai being cursed with love any easier to navigate. You gave up before we had a chance."

"...You deserve something that won't ruin you later."

"I mean, yeah. Maybe. And maybe that would have been you, but it could have not been."

You had long since removed your broach. If he was seeing your raw feelings, he should see you as well. Your eyes slowly trailed over to where he sat next to you, pressed against your scaled shoulder.

"...I guess."

"I think…you should try to be a bit more willing to hope for good things. It might do you good."

These waters were treacherous, and neither of you had a way to navigate. He could see the sky, the wind direction, and any approaching weather. You could see the depths, hidden dangers and strong channels and currents that might sweep someone away.

…But. You had each other, one able to help where the other would fail.

Your tightly clenched hands let go, dropping and shattering your bottle.

"I'm scared. This all scares me."

"I know."

"It makes me scared FOR you."

"I know."

"I don't know what to do…" You whispered, flag held aloft. "I don't know where we go from here, what we do from here." You swallowed down an anchor. "I'm sorry. I really am."

Leonardo slowly, slow enough that you could pull away should you wish, tucked his hand into yours and squeezed it. A rush of warm, southern winds fluttered your heart and sail.

The terrapin threw you a line, mooring his ship to you. And you held it fast with scales and fins and claw.

"I accept your apology, and I forgive you. It's okay to mess up."

You wanted to argue against his words, but in doing so you would no longer be tethered. So, instead, you held tighter and trusted his direction.

"You're right."

"Of course I am!" He smirked up at you charmingly, and your tentacles twisted and writhed as you remembered what made you fall so hard for him in the first place.

His smile. His warmth. His wit.

His sail caught a breeze, and your thick, finned tail caught a current, the two of you maneuvering away from the rocks and high tides.

"Can we try again?"

Another rope tossed down. You caught it between rows of teeth and began to pull him, cautious to not shred the lines he gave you.

"I would like that. I will…try being more open about how I feel."

"And I'll listen more and take them more seriously. I know the whole 'love is doomed for sea monsters' thing really gets to you."

You gave a shaky smile, and he gave his own back.

Leonardo's raft touched the pebbled and rocky shore gently, and as he looked back into the cool, kelp-dotted shallows, he could see you, waiting. Listening. There for him like he was for you.

It wasn't a sun soaked paradise, with tropical reefs and golden sand, but it was yours. It was your love. And you would work until it became what you both deserved and needed.

OHHHHH MY GOG!!!

I don't think I've ever seen this concept done.. sea monster Yokai my beloved 💕

#kana's chats #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise leo x reader #📝 anon

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sa-nddd · 3 years

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Bestie Headcanons

being besties with the dream smp characters.

idk, I was looking through pintrest and saw a bunch of bestie pics, so I thought I'd write something 'bout it.

Dream

would totally be the kind to carry you everywhere.

just walks up to you, leans down and throws you over his shoulder.

"Where are we going, again?"

if you are wearing a skirt or dress, he would pick you up bridal style, making sure to be wary of the length of it.

this mf-

he would be a meanie.

but like, also a sweetie.

would steal your food, then offer you the rest of his meal.

if you need anything, he's got it.

cuddles. all day. every day. 25/8

man's just wants attention.

would force you to get into the cart to push you around the store.

Sapnap

definetly the type to wanna wear matching fits.

if he sees a shirt he likes, he gets one in your size, too.

When he's streaming, you are in the room or house.

If he's not, you two are at your place

not ashamed to ask for affection.

you guys go on drives and listen to different playlist depending on your moods.

you have eachothers passwords to everything.

he constantly posts from your account.

the fans love when he does.

he sometimes posts without knowing it's yours LMAO

you guys always make eachother playlists.

he probably forced you to start streaming with him.

if you aren't together, you are definitely on facetime.

he would let you paint his nails tbh.

George

He seems like he wouldn't be clingy, but i think otherwise.

Man's just has trouble trusting people.

He needs comfort, so you provide that for him.

his pets love you.

would be the type to buy something if it reminds him of you.

he's a bit of a introvert, so you guys stay home alot.

when he's streaming, you are either making a cameo in the background, or doing something around the house.

you just lay in his bed on your phone, or doing school work or something.

maybe fixing a shirt or sewing something.

chat always says hi to you.

then he got his green screen.

chat was upset that they couldn't see you, so he had to lower it to get you to wave from your spot on the bed.

chat was happy after.

Quackity

Alex definitely has you on his streams.

whether it be a short cameo or a bit he thought of, he likes your company.

on stream, he would be annoying, yelling for a CapriSun or something.

off stream, he's a sweetheart.

If you even mention something, he's bringing it to you.

You guys go shopping together.

You always steal his button ups. they low-key really comfy.

he constantly steals your phone.

you tease him alot, just like chat.

chat fucking loves you.

if he starts streaming and you haven't showed up, they are yelling at him.

Sometimes, you dress up to match Alex.

Like during his cooking stream, you randomly popped up in the middle of it wearing a nice black dress.

you guys play music together often.

you sing along to the songs he plays, and chat loves it.

they beg you to sing together every stream.

Karl

oh boy

this man, this man

fucking sweetheart all around.

always puts you first.

the type to physically perk up when your are with him.

when you walk in when he's streaming,

"Y/N!!!"

*tackles you*

"karl I saw you five minutes ago-"

"and?"

...

he's adorable. a smol puppy.

he's constantly clinging to you.

at the store? arms linked.

streaming? holding your hand.

no seriously, if you guys got in an argument you would sit with your backs together and pinkies linked.

he would probably drag you to his Mr. Beast things.

you are like his emotional support human :>

he also likes to match.

he makes you wear outfits he picked out to do insta photoshoots.

mirror pics. that's it. that's the post.

the fans love it.

another to let you paint his nails.

he shows chat when you do.

"LOOK CHAT!!!" *shows off his purple nails*

y'all use nicknames.

like, mine irl is nana, so I'ma use that one.

"Nana, can you tell dream to stop killing me?" *pouts*

"Of course, bubba." *proceeds to murder dream for fucking with karl*

Tommy

he is totally not clingy.

you can totally go hang out with other people.

it's not like he blows up your phone and whines when you do.

totally not

anyways

he's the kind to bully you, but it's somehow affectionate?

going by my height, you are short. 5'1 to be exact.

so obviously, he's gonna tease you about it

"You are so fucking short lmaooo fucking ant"

*cue you kicking his ankles*

"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N"

he's actually very different off camera.

he's a lot quieter, and he is very passionate.

he likes to give you hugs.

hugs you at least 40 times a day.

I don't make the rules :)

Tubbo

chaotic asf

cuddly asf

and overall just a bundle of sunshine.

he be the kind to learn different things to do them for you.

he watched a bunch of videos to learn how to braid your hair.

he's a professional now.

he also learned how to paint nails, do makeup, and straighten hair.

he is full of surprises.

you two have a modded server with a bunch of his streamer friends, but it's not public info.

You were the one who introduced him to ukulele and the keyboard.

you have the friendship where you do everything together.

if one of you wants to try something, the other will, too.

Ranboo

you guys' humor? immaculate.

the type of friends who are akward with everyone BUT eachother.

you guys can be so awkward, but that all goes put the window when you are together.

you go on random trips to Walmart just to run around the toy isle.

you guys take turns pushing the basket and being in it.

basically yin and yang.

you are the more out going person, and he's more self reserved.

Your parents are so used to you guys being together, that they don't question when one of you comes over anymore.

your texts are so fucking chaotic

no one can understand them but you two.

you guys are the type to make up a secret code LMAO

he got his fashion sense from you.

Wilbur

your friendship is iconic.

the type of friends that would most likely end up in jail together KEKW

everyone is envy of you two.

he taught you how to sing and play guitar.

you do vocals for his songs sometimes.

You go ghost hunting together often

you have so many aesthetically pleasing polaroids of eachother.

Chat loves when you appear on his streams.

you are constantly checking oh his mental health, because knowing your best friend was hurting badly at one point hurts you.

just the thought that he was in so much pain at one point makes you physically ill.

He worries for you, too.

He knows what it feels like, and he doesn't want you to go through that.

you guys support eachother so much it's wholesome

when he does singing streams, he sometimes drags you to sing with him.

you guys cry together sometimes, and it is honestly refreshing.

over all very chaotic and emotional.

Niki

besties.

people wish they had your friendship.

you both can't stick to one aesthetic LMAO

you share clothes and things alot.

she loves having you on her streams, her chat does aswell.

you take alot of pictures together.

you both do alot of wholesome things, like bake and plant.

you are eachother's hype women.

she's taller than you, so her clothes are more baggy.

which you love, it's apart of your main aesthetic.

you have a ton of sleepovers.

you paint eachother's nails often.

you love her hugs, they are so warm and comforting.

you make sure she's happy, and she does the same to you.

you both speak in german alot, and if you didn't know it, she taught you it.

very wholesome and cute. 10/10 recommend.

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melancholyblues0 · 3 years

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𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 : 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓎

brian may x reader series

warnings : swearing, alcohol, future chapters will have smut so... be aware of that ig lol. like tiniest mention of weed

a/n : thinking of making this a bit of a series but we’ll see ? i also have a heavy week of exams next week but i am free from school for like three months (yay fucking hey) so i’ll try to prepare a second chapter because we all know i won’t revise lol. also loosely based off of a roger taylor x reader fic i read a while ago ! i can’t remember the name/author, but if i find it again i’ll tag the author. all characters are mine, aside from brian may/anita. thank you for reading ! this is set in 1994, and freddie doesn’t die/ john doesn’t retire because we’re not gonna deal with that kettle of fish in this fic.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧

it wasn't raining today, surprisingly. it wasn't as if it was unusual for the uk - it was always like this - rain, and then a week straight of blazing hot sun. you could even say you'd grown to love it. you'd enjoyed playing with little anya colston the day before, the thirteen year old who lived next to your parents. you'd been in the pool her parents owned, when you heard of a new couple moving in two doors down. rumours had gone round of the husband being famous, but for what you nor anya knew. you both just hoped they wouldn't be as dull and empty as the other adults were (something you and anya had bonded over - your mutual hatred for prissy adults).

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"y/n, darling, please hurry up. you know your father and i don't want to be late." your mother called up the stairs, watching as y/n slid down the bannister. "and the countless times you've slid down the bloody bannister. you'll break your neck one day." she added, sighing as she gave you a once over. "where's xavier ? xavier, hurry up !" she called, and the heavy footsteps of her older brother sounded above them. "why is he always allowed to be the last one out, but i get a bollocking if i am ?" y/n groaned, sitting on the step. "because, you know how xavier's like." your mother said, sighing as xavier finally made an appearance. you huffed as she stood up, and stalked towards the door, xavier not far behind you.

the second the family entered the maybank home, your mother made a beeline for the champagne flutes on the breakfast bar; your father to the men outside (also where more alcohol was), and xavier followed suit, albeit reluctantly. and although you could think of nothing worse than talking to the women, you followed your mother - entirely for the champagne. "y/n ! how are your a levels going ?" diane asked, peering at you over her wine glass. "i think she's doing alright - she did drop literature for psychology, but i suppose it's better than what she could've chosen." your mother smiled patronisingly. "oh ! darling, this is anita - she's just moved in." diane smiled, gesturing to the woman next to her. you had to admit, she was beautiful. and even better, she didn't share the same patronising smile your mother and the other women donned constantly. "it's nice to meet you, anita." you smiled, taking a sip from your flute. "not too much, sweetheart," your mother said. always the one to take the fun out of everything - and what was the point in not being able to drink; these gatherings were hardly tolerable sober, and you were seventeen. "i'm gonna go find the kids." you muttered, snatching your glass from the table.

soon enough, you found three girls, only a few years younger than you, sat by the pool. "y/n ! c'mere !" anya called, waving her hand. you made your way to the girls, and anya introduced you - louise was the older girl, recently turned fifteen, and emily the younger, was ten. they were the daughters of the new family, so you and anya made sure to give them the run down on who was who. dominique and otis rains, your own parents; they only had you and xavier. diane and emanual colston were anya's parents (admittedly the least snobby), and had anya and carlson, who was louise's age. then there was adrianna and henry maybank, who had mina (the only girl your age, but after her parents found the pot you frequently smoked under her bed, they sent her to boarding school somewhere out west in the country). florence and alistair bohr (florence was the youngest and prettiest, but the one who tried the hardest. alistair was a sixty - something year old ceo. in your eyes, a perfect match). then finally, there was louise and emily's parents, anita and brian may. they said they also had an older brother, jimmy, who, when you looked over, looked deep in conversation with xavier. the girls appeared to sound equally as disdained by the adult snobbery as you and anya were (mina also - speaking of, it was a shame she wasn't here. you thought she'd broken up from school by now). you warned the girls of the sunday brunches too. it was either you tired yourself out by playing tennis, or you drinking sangria's and champagne with the women, who all ogled the fit male tennis players and bartenders, and seemingly had endless shit to talk.

you glanced up at the men - the very people you found trying to avoid at all costs, but you were curious as to who this brian was. you could've sworn you recognised his name, but from where you couldn't recall. as you scanned the group, you noticed an unfamiliar mop of curly hair - in which became familiar to you very quickly. how could you not know ? that was when the memories of your poster clad walls, concerts that left you and mina with sore throats, and various records with those four faces adorned across the front strewn across your bedroom floor rushed back. "one second." you murmured to the girls, as you got up, and dusted off your skirt, making a beeline towards the group in a spurt of confidence.

"y/n ! i was wondering how you had been with those women for so long, i didn't see you leave. this is brian, our knew neighbour." your father smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "my youngest, y/n." your father grinned to brian, and you looked up at him. and christ, you knew he was tall, but he was a bloody giant. "i think what my father really means is that it'll be nice for another man around. he's getting bored of these three dinosaurs." you grinned, the same cheeky grin you'd inherited from your father. "glad to know you don't seem like the others." he laughed, shaking your outstretched hand. "god no, i like to think i taught her better than to end up like those women. in secret, of course, the missus would slaughter me." your father laughed, the others following suit. but you liked the look of brian, a lot. more than you should, but who could blame you ? you'd practically been in love with the man since you were twelve. not that you would tell him of course. and then you heard the squeal, one you'd known all your life - mina was here. "i'll be back." you smiled uneasily, and rushed inside to find the tall brunette in the doorway. "get here you silly bitch !" she shouted, barrelling into you, tackling you to the ground. "language, mina." adrianna sighed, tossing the keys onto the shelf near the door. she too, like your mother had, rushed to the wine and the women. she needed a drink, after picking up her spritely daughter and managing to cope for a two hour car ride. you and mina rushed upstairs into her bedroom, and you slammed the door behind you. "right, do not freak out. we have new neighbours." you began, looking at mina's flushed face. "and ?" she asked,

"it's brian may."

"it's who, now ?"

"brian may."

"brian may ? the new - new - new guitar guy ? the man we've been gushing over since before we had tits ?"

"yeah, that's the guy."

mina laughed, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "good god. glad you haven't pounced him yet. if it was roger, i know i would've." she smirked, making sideways glances to her own queen poster above her bed - that had been signed by every member during their '86 tour. "well, not only is his wife and three kids downstairs, he was bombarded by males. shame, really." you joked.

"kids ?" she gasped, hopeful they were like anya.

"thankfully, louise and emily are exactly like anya." you smiled.

"i'll finish this later. i wanna meet the newbies." she wiggled her eyebrows, running out of her room, with you tow.

#brian may #brian may x reader #brian may smut #queen band #brian may x y/n

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 5 years

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Everything’s Gonna Be Alright

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Stark

Rating: PG

Warning(s): Mentions of Character Death, Fluff & Angst

Word Count: 2,235

Info: I entered @littledarlinhavefaithinme Sebastian Stan Summer Song Writing Challenge. I choose to do it based off of Lullaby by Shawn Mullins. So I loosely and I mean loosely based it off the song, where she grew up with Tony, and Bucky does quote my favorite line of the song at the end. Also big thanks to @coffeebucko for making my moodboard!

Synopsis: Bruce snaps everyone back into existence and Thanos is gone. 5 years have passed and many things have changed for Remedy Stark, she’s an older sister, her dads gotten married to her mother figure and she isn't sure where she fits in it all.

Remedy Stark was born at the tail end of the ’80s, her father couldn't tell her much about how she was born but he could tell her about her mother and the story of how she was brought to him. Remedy could recount the story of being dropped off at her dad, Tony’s front doorstep by her mothers grieving friend. How Tony took one look at six-year-old her and cursed under his breath.

Remedy started showing her mutant abilities just a few months after she had moved in with her father. Tony had been working with some tools when he cut his finger open, feeling bad Remedy walked over grabbed her father's finger and kissed it. After telling him it was all better Tony looked down to find it healed with not even a scar left behind. That night they sat at the breakfast nook where Tony made Remedy promise she would keep her powers to them, and she did till she fixed Uncle Rhodey’s broken arm.

Tom Cruise, Johnny Depp, Bono, Mariah Carey, 2Pac, Elon Musk, Madonna, Michael J. Fox, Kevin Costner, Liv Tyler, Whitney Houston, Richard Branson, Steven Tyler, Bruce Springsteen, Celine Dion, and Leonardo DiCaprio were among the few who partied at the Stark mansion, getting to see Remedy Stark grow up. She learned to speak many languages, her best friend was an artificial intelligence named Just A Rather Very Intelligent System, or Jarvis for short, her father created, till she went to a private charter school.

Now Remedy, wasn’t as smart as her father, but she did skip a few grades here and there, graduating at the age of 14 in 2001. The same year Pepper Potts entered both her and her father's life, she watched them dance around each other in fawning, praying for the day when either her dad grew mature or one of them made a move. That was also the year her second mutation activated, all Remedy had to do was think of a place she wanted to be and she would end up there, unfortunately, it happened in front of both Pepper and her father. It became a family secret.

Years went by, she watched the only woman she ever saw as a mother figure dive in love with her father, while he became a superhero. Aliens it turned out were real, a frozen super-soldier her father spent his entire existence in the shadow was alive, assassins could have their own family and be a damn good friend, also Nazis it turned out were still around.

Being called an Avenger was pretty amazing, but what felt even more amazing to Remedy was saving lives. Fixing the wrongs in the world that you could. Remedy found a family in the Avengers. Wanda was someone who was her own and that could relate to the pressures of being someone with powers. Steve soon after the battle New York, became her best friend, a brother she never she wanted, along with Clint and Sam. Natasha, well she was another Aunt and another mother figure of sorts who brought along Bey. Bey was Natasha’s child, her pride and joy, but also Remedy’s best friend.

Turns out when you get shocked by Thor when trying to save a small nation, well it can awaken hidden powers where you can open portals. Soon everyone knows your secrets and governments well they don't care that you are a Stark, or that you save lives, they notice the fallout you leave behind.

Remedy knew Steve and her father Tony getting along was never going to last, they always had a fallout but they always came together in the end. This time Remedy wasn't able to foretell the destruction, Thunderbolt Ross would have on the group. Remedy left to go bury her Godmother Peggy Carter, then the next thing she knew she was a wanted fugitive.

Tony wanted her to hate Bucky, for killing her grandparents she barely knew, but she couldn't find it in her. It wasn't Bucky’s fault it was the men behind the controls. She could be angry at Steve for not telling her father but she could easily forgive him attempting to protect his best friend, she would do the same for Wanda and Bey.

When it was all over, said and done, T’Challa welcomed Remedy along Bey to lay low in Wakanda when they weren't trying to be vigilantes. Pepper would meet up with Remedy behind Tony’s back, updating her on her father as well as her godfather. Always going their separate ways with a hug and tears in their eyes.

Than Thanos happened and one moment she was assisting Natasha to get up after healing her broken arm, getting ready to open a portal, next she saw her body turning to ash before her very eyes. Next, she was standing between Sam Wilson, Bucky with Bey who was transformed into a Mammoth with both Princess Shuri and Spiderman on their back, as they were being portalled back to New York.

Remedy fought long and hard, the burning feeling in lungs, long since came a constant reminder she was alive. Working back to back with Wanda most of the fight, sending people her way, or defending Spider-Man, or well Peter, he had stopped to introduce himself and to apologize for the black eye back in Germany. Yeah, she could grow to like the kid and could see why her dad did too.

Seeing her dad again for the first time in what felt like forever, was crazy, especially when Remedy half expected him to yell at her, instead he hugged her. Remedy honestly couldn't remember the last time her father had hugged her. He held her tightly to the metal suit he had long lost his helmet it seemed, Remedy could have sworn she felt tears hit her scalp.

“You are so grounded young lady, I don’t care if you are 30 years old, you are grounded! No television, phone, no boys, we are going to have a long talk about what it means to be a vigilante and not talk to our parents.” Tony broke the silence that surrounded them, trying to make his daughter laugh, while she tugged him down to dodge a laser beam heading their way.

Remedy wasn't sure how long the fight even lasted but for her, it ended with her on Bey’s Polar Bear form a few yards away from Bruce Banner who was in possession of the gauntlet. Bruce snapped and the next thing she noticed was the aliens they had been fighting were turning to dust. Thanos was defeated and all of a sudden it felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. Exhaustion hit Remedy hard and it was expected so the last thing she remembered was the white fur, hitting her face before she was caught by Clint.

The drive to wherever they were going seemed to drag on as Remedy got stuck between the two super soldiers, a guy named Frank Castle was driving and he wouldn't let anyone touch for stereo. Somehow Sam had won a coin toss and got to ride shotgun, while in the very back Bey was sharing their iPod with Wanda and Karen Page, was snoring.

When Remedy came to in the back of a truck that belonged to Castle, Pepper had been pushing her hair back. Tears had been cascading down her face even though she was smiling, Remedy had tried to smile but everything in her body has hurt. Pepper was in her suit of armor, Remedy remembered choking out the colors were far better than Dad’s, making Pepper laugh. Tony had leaned over the side of the truck kissing the crown of her head, reminding her favoritism sucked.

Soon they were invited back to Stark-Potts household because of course they got married, but it turns out they no longer lived in the city but out by Lake George. The two-hour drive listening to classic rock and alternative rock, barley any legroom, the constant sniff, and cough was starting to get to Remedy. Almost making her wish she had taken up the Peter Quill guy, or even Scott Lang offers up for a lift.

As Hozier’s voice crooned about how he should have taken better care of his lover, the road Frank had turned on to suddenly became bumpy. Steve sat up straighter, suddenly elbowing Remedy in the ribs with his sharp elbow, causing her to take a deep intake of breath. Bucky reached around Remedy smacking his best friend on the back of the skull, getting a laugh out of Wanda and Bey in the back. Steve gave her an apologetic look as they drew closer to a cabin that looked almost luxurious, right away Remedy knew this was one of her Dad’s places.

As the Range Rover came to a slow stop, Remedy noticed Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey standing on the porch together, with drinks in their hands. Remedy followed Bucky out of the car and saw the lake to her left, it's beauty was serene, she could see why Pepper and her Dad would settle here. Suddenly arms were around Remedy’s legs and holding on tightly to her, with no foreseeable plan to let go it seemed.

“Remy, Daddy said he would bring you home and he did! Mom said you would teach me how to play guitar and you’d Dutch braid. I’m so happy your home.” Remedy stared down at the little girl at her legs in confusion before she heard footsteps nearing, and a hand was placed on top of the little girls head. That hand is turned our belonged to her father and beside him was Pepper, both of which were smiling at her.

“Remedy, this is Morgan, we had her shortly after the snap. Morgan this is your older sister Remedy.” Tony was now holding Morgan in his arms, who continued to stare at Remedy was adoration.

“I know who Remedy is Daddy, I have her picture at my bedside, I tell her goodnight every night and I read to her. Well not her, the picture of her, but now I can read to her because you brought her home to us, as you promised!” Remedy felt her heart rate skyrocket, she had a sister, she had been gone five years and so much has changed. To the right, she could hear Bey screaming no, as Clint was saying sorry, everything felt louder, her breathing more shallow.

“Remy?” Pepper put her hand on her shoulder like she used to do when she was a teenager, and she felt the world was out to get her, but Pepper always reassured her, she was stronger than those who brought her down. Remy tried her hardest to smile at Morgan, but she felt perhaps it still came out more like a grimace than anything else.

“Morgan, it's so good to meet you. If you don't mind, I just need a second to catch my breath.” Remedy had reached over and squeezed her little sister soft delicate hand in a loving gesture before she turned away from her family. Her legs taking her out towards the edge of the dock of the lake, hands-on her hips she found herself struggling to breathe as her mind raced.

Where did she belong now? Why did she have to leave all those years ago, she should have come home with the tail tucked between her legs and signed the accords, they could have been a family. She had missed out on the wedding, the one she had wished for since she was a pre-teen, on her birthday cakes and falling stars. Tony had taken in Peter Parker, Spider-Man who was a pretty cool kid, but still, she missed out on seeing them interact. Here she was a big sister and she missed five years of bed life and yet she seemed to know everything about her, acted like she was the best thing in the world. What would Morgan think when she found out that she wasn't all that great?

An arm around her shoulder, the scent of metal, tea tree, sandalwood, amber, leather, and moss hit her nose, indicating Bucky was the one at her side. He ran his flesh hand up and down her arm, as he put his face in her hair shushing her as she began to cry. Remedy didn't need to be told that Natasha was also gone, along with Vision, people they lost in the war. Her family was falling apart and she felt so broken, yet here was a man she spent weeks on the run, months in Wakanda with, comforting her.

“I’m not sure about you, but I feel a little lost right now, but that's because we are in a strange place, but I promise you Remedy, you got me. You aren’t alone and we’ve got Sam and Bey as well as Steve.” Remedy kept her head in the crook of Bucky’s neck as the vibrations of his voice soothed her along with the smoothing up and down motions of him rubbing her back.

“Everything’s going to be alright.” Bucky kissed the crown of her forehead and looked out at the water while he just held Remedy in his. He vowed to keep her safe and maybe they could help each other piece themselves back together in this messed up world.

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immiesradio-blog · 5 years

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC (1961)

Barbara sat back and reminisced whilst on her train journey to London, remembering the most extraordinary past few years of her life. Although she felt a slight bit of sadness, even with the tiny smile evident on her face. She couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for her, maybe things would have panned out differently.

September 1961

"I'm sure you'll be fine, Sweet, enjoy yourself, make some new friends!" Her mother told her as she packed a ham sandwich into Barbara's bag, an excitable smile etched its way across her lips.

Barbara was in no way convinced that she'd have any fun on her first day of school. As an eleven year old girl, she was more interested in the idea of staying home in her cute little pastel purple room reading or playing with her dolls house.

It was a new start for her at Truro Cathedral school and her mother was in high hopes that Barbara would fit in this time. Barbara had trouble getting along with other children her age, mostly because of the fact that she'd find them snickering or giving her funny looks when she was around and had no idea why, so she kept quiet.

Growing up with a love for Piano and drawing, this is what she preoccupied herself with doing. Sticking up doodles of her as a pretty princess on her wall was what she loved doing.

Nevertheless, a week turned into a year at school and she was still the same old Barbara, little and lonely. she often found herself spending most of her breaks either in library, music practice rooms or in her school's art room.

She was oblivious and indifferent to the fact that hardly anyone would speak to her. Only a few were people she would consider as being friends until one day. Nearly thirteen year old Barbara went about her usual routine, lessons, break time, lessons, lunch time. Immediately walking her way towards the small music rooms and into her favourite one with the best piano, along with some other instruments such as the Guitar and even a drum kit, the only one in the school.

The piano was one of her only friends, the moment that she began playing it for the first time years ago she had grown a connection with it, especially with the one that she had at home in her room. It hadn't been too long before her playing was interrupted by knock at the door of the room.

Barbara lifted her finger slowly off of the piano key as her head shifted to her left. The door opened and Mrs Miller's face appear at the door frame.

"Sorry to interrupt dearie, would you mind sharing the room?" She asks, flashing a kind smile when she sees Barbara nod. No longer than a few seconds later a boy appeared, "This is Roger Taylor, he's new here and would like to try playing the drums."

The fair haired boy seemed to be around her age, perhaps slightly older but definitely in the same year. They made eye contact for the first time as Mrs Miller left them be and Barbara didn't know what to say apart from, "I'm Barbara Rosabella."

"Hi." He replies, his voice high pitched and small as he takes small steps into the room, immediately stepping towards the drum kit placed across the room.

He was no longer within Barbara's vision as her piano was facing away from the drums and she stayed sat down quietly, waiting for the silence to end and for him to begin playing the drums to no avail.

"Just pretend I'm not here, I'll keep quiet." She mutters in a small voice, her head hung low staring down at the keys of the piano.

About a minute had passed before he began tapping away at the drums with the sticks in his hands. Roger had only recently started playing the drums after being in his first band in which he played the Ukulele. He practically had no idea what he was doing with himself and the instrument before him and Barbara could tell as she smiled to herself at some of his off-beats.

"I've only just started playing if you haven't already noticed," Roger states with a hint of a smile on his face and slightly turning himself around on the stool that he was sitting on.

She couldn't help but let out a short giggle while turning her head around to glance at him,"You're really not that bad."

They made eye contact the second time, this time with little grins on their faces when they both realised that they were joking with each other. Somehow both of them knew that this wouldn't be the last time that they would talk.

"Are you in here often?"

"Yes, I am. Every lunch," she replies, slightly embarrassed at the fact that she wasn't even joking a little bit about that statement, every word of it was true. Her head moved back to facing the piano in front of her, waiting for him to reply.

"Would it be okay if I also came here at lunch? We could always just take turns, you know, me playing the drums and you, the piano?" Barbara hears him ask and she nods almost immediately in response.

Every single day Roger would come to practice the drums with her in the room, and as the days progressed he was showing improvement in his skill in playing, learning a new rhythm daily. Barbara had also done the same with Piano, each day attempting to play a new piece.

"Afternoon, Belle." He'd greet her, a small smile on his face.

"Belle? Where'd you get that from?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowed but with a hint of amusement shown on her face.

He stood still for a second, his eyes squinting in confusion, "Isn't that your name?"

Barbara shakes her head, giggling, "It's Barbara. You may have got my second name mixed up with my first. Barbara Rosabella."

He giggles with her, "Must've been because of your last name," and from that day on he called her 'Belle' regardless and it made her feel content.

They clearly both loved each other's company and each day Barbara would become a little more comfortable around him as a little bond formed between them. Whenever it was his turn to play drums and he'd make a slight error in the beat that he was making he would grin widely at her and jokingly slap himself in the face with both drumsticks, the young girl's heart would melt unknowingly at this.

Soon this bond progressed into a friendship where they would spend time with each other in and out of the room where they had first met. Roger and Barbara made sure that they were sat next to each other in all the lessons that they had together: Art, History, Music and English being some of them. Roger would pass notes to Barbara, some of them made her laugh so much that their teacher would have to separate them or give them a detention.

Barbara became a much more cheery and positive girl in general and her mother was one of the first people to notice along with her older sister Anita who knew exactly why considering the fact that she was attending the same school as her younger sister, although she was almost coming to an end to her time as a secondary school student, she'd seen her sister walking along the corridors with a boy to their lessons side by side every day from year seven to eight.

The fourteen year old came home everyday with a large toothy smile on her face all because of the best friend that she had found in none other than Roger Taylor. She would then go straight to her room, working on her piano and drawing for hours and hours on end.

Her mother would ask Anita about Barbara and what she got up to at school and of-course the older sister would answer truthfully, telling their mother about her friend. That night at dinner Barbara's mother couldn't help but ask about this boy who had changed her little girl into this new bubbly, happy and hard-working person.

"Everything going okay at school, Darling?" Their mother asks at first, the question seemingly innocent before she elaborates, "Any friends?"

The look that Barbara's mother gave her had instantly given it away, "Anita!" She whines at her older sister who just laughs.

"What's his name?" Her mum asks, showing extreme interest what she had to say about the boy.

Barbara smiles to herself as she mutters his name loud enough for her to hear, "Roger Taylor. He's my best friend."

"You're lucky that your father isn't here to hear this conversation." She answers humorously and added, "When do I get to meet him?"

"We're only friends mum! Please don't get any ideas." Barbara claims as she takes a sip of her orange juice in front of her and feeling her face heat up in embarrassment at her mother's question, "Can we please talk about something else?"

"When will Dad be coming back from his business trip?" Anita asks, saving Barbara from any more humiliation.

"I don't know Ani, I haven't heard much from him, a few weeks I suppose?" Their mother replies, her tone was sad and it was so obvious that something was wrong. Barbara and Anita's father was hardly home and neither of the girls had a close relationship with him as whenever he was home he'd be commanding and controlling over them. Barbara could never touch her piano whenever her father was home, he hated the instrument, music, or any other form of creativity. Barbara was so so clueless, she was too young to understand that at the time her father was having affairs with several other women on these business trips, while her mother knew what her husband was doing while he was away, she always tried to her hide her sadness with a dead smile.

"You did this?!" Roger asks in disbelief, picking up the illustration that Barbara had been working on the night before, "It's incredible!"

She really had not spent that much time on it, and definitely wasn't expecting Roger to react to it in the way that he did. His enthusiasm and excitement towards her work only made her want to create more and more and more. He always seemed to believe in her more than anyone had ever done and she'd always remember the day when he had heard her singing one of her favourite songs under her breath. Roger thought that her singing was one of the most beautiful sounds that he had ever heard and often asked her to sing whenever they'd be practicing their music in their little room to which she'd be conscious of, but with his encouragement, she'd sing songs that either of them had written or songs that they had an affection for.

After years of being close friends, it was only until they were fifteen that they had realised how close they lived to each other. They walked home together every single day after school, although some days they had been paired up together to work on some English or Science homework which meant that they'd either go to his or her home. She made sure that whenever her father was home that her and Roger would not be working at hers, making any excuse to avoid her domineering father.

Some days they would get no work done whatsoever, other days they wouldn't even attempt to do the work that they had been set. Instead, they'd run all the way to the local beach and enjoy each other's company. Roger would chase Barbara across the sand, both of them tripping over their feet, jumping into the water and creating sand castles.

If they ever did get to work, it would take them hours and hours to complete the work that they had been set, but this was only because they'd end up in fits of laughter or started talking about what awaited them in the future, or even some songwriting.

Roger always spoke about studying Biology and Dentistry, that, that was what he wanted to study when he left school. Barbara believed in him and knew that he could achieve anything if he really wanted to, even though she couldn't help but feel as though he was destined to be a Musician. She also told him that she wanted to study Design in the future and he was in complete agreement and supportive of this.

It was so obvious that Barbara had a little crush on Roger and visa versa, but both of them were so young and hardly in touch with their feelings. Other students at their school would tease them about their close friendship. Barbara was so innocent that at the age of fifteen had only just started wondering what it would feel like to kiss a boy, and only because she'd seen other girls her age being young and in love.

One day when both Roger and Barbara had to work on some English with each other, they decided to work at his home for the rest of the day. She couldn't remember how their conversation had led to the topic of 'kissing', but it did, both of them had not kissed anyone before and they thought nothing about the consequences of touching their lips with their own. The kiss lasted no longer than three seconds, no movement whatsoever. Their hearts fluttered, but they never spoke a word of it again and remained the same best friends that they had always been, nevertheless, it was all that they would think about, feeling the familiar stomach flutter while doing so and not knowing why.

But poor Barbara Rosabella had so obliviously left her heart with Roger Taylor ever since that moment in the year of 1965.

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I really really really really hope you liked this opening to this lil love story. It would be really helpful to hear feedback so any comments would be amazingggggggggg. I'm so happy that I'm finally writing this story, I have been thinking about it for so long so putting my thoughts into an actual book is going to be an experiencee

Also the pic at the top is the two of themm together (a lil ps manipulationnnn) :)))))

Thank you for reading and again, I really hope you liked it!!!

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