#fangirl!reader

[zer-otoher-o]

hi everyone. because i won at life (secured ghibli concert tickets) i finally got to write out an abandoned plot of mine: the one that got away starring rafayel, who keeps thinking about the possibility of what could've been if non mc just stayed a little longer.

idol!rafayel shooting content with a lucky fan and manager thomas strictly tells him to not forget. zayne calls him an hour before the shoot to remind him, and if he hadn't gotten off the phone with thomas, he would've blocked the guy for a week.

arriving at the location, idol!rafayel notices the lack of close up cameras and handheld cams and questions what was he supposed to do again? thomas drags his hand down his face as he explains to him for the nth time about the shoot's content.

idol!rafayel soon gets to interact with fangirl!non mc and at first it was just smiles and fan services for the content, but after spending a few more minutes with you, his body slowly releases the tight tension on his shoulders.

it's an up again-down again situation that drives him MENTAL bc why is he allowing a deeply, private part of him be REVEALED, in front of the camera (which he'll make sure to review post-production process and get it cut) and more importantly, YOU? You, who's been a stranger for all his life up until thirty-five minutes ago?

idol!rafayel who is good at blurring the line between idol self and rafayel that people watching and observing him cannot distinguish whether it's the reel him or the real him. but it's actually him tired of his life and doning a mask as there's no reason for him to be "him" when no one's there to care for it.

idol!rafayel who is more puppet than human, more fiction than reality.

fangirl!non mc making idol!rafayel laugh so hard, he chokes on the fruit tea they bought off the stand. he learns that she's shy about a lot of things, and hesitant about 88% of everything, but would fully 100% lock in when it comes to him. ("i'd punch whoever badmouths your name and make sure their head is screwed on tight!" "ok calm down") she's no one special, she says, just another worker at a business, scraping by paycheck after paycheck to live another day. her boss that is sometimes an ass, and rent is absolutely abysmal, but she's got friends, she's got hobbies. she's surrounded herself with her own version of love that her reality has become everything she might ever need and thrive and bloom wherever she goes.

so when she meets idol!rafayel she thanks him for his courage to live another day, the happiness he gives his fans, the sacrifices he's made and prays for the choices he'll make will only bring him happiness. she shares with him how she lived a life unappreciative of the things she had that life became dull and monotone, until he came along and dragged all the greys and burned it to ashes. that through his perseverance and earnest desire to win, it lit an eternal flame of hope and wonder inside her again that her life changed for the better.

("and now that you're here, i think i can say thank you for completing the colors in my dull life. you are everyone's shining star and i've shared you with millions and millions of people wanting to bask in your light; i'm honored that i get a moment to be the only one you're shining for")

idol!rafayel doesn't bat an eye to these types of declarations, having been at the receiving end of it from multiple fansigns, fan calls, interviews after x years of being an idol

but somehow, in front of non mc without anyone watching (minus the cameras), with no performance he needs to jump into, no stadiums, no music, no fan service, just walking down the road lit by moonlight, sharing the silence between two strangers... he feels shy. seen. it feels sacred.

when the shoot ended and content posted, he half-expects the production team to milk more from their interaction. but non mc and rafayel doesn't meet each other ever again. it was a one-time thing. something on the checklist, soon to be forgotten by the millions of things he needs to do. he doesn't find you. not even in the comment section of his video (that he regularly checks) where his fans had already poured in all their support for him and this lucky fan. (he doesn't know what your profile will be but he's certain that he will know when you do.)

he keeps an eye out during concerts and public schedules for even a glimpse of your familiar hair and face, and gets irritably disappointed at himself for expecting too much (it breaks his heart wondering where could you be) zayne reprimands him for obsessing a little too much, and caleb sneaks a little quip here and there about how he must have dreamed the whole thing. they can say what they want, but the photo in his wallet is proof that he and you existed together for a moment in time.

that day changed everything; it was a turning point. not only for fangirl!non mc no. non mc's life changed in the way the dawn rises. you carried yourself more now; more confident, more secure. youve accepted life is what you make most of it and thank the stars for meeting rafayel to have given you the courage to do so.

rafayel's life changed in a thunderous storm. it rumbled in the background, looming but far, uncertain when the landfall begins and ends. suddenly, rafayel is caught in the middle of the storm, remembering you in the minuest details. the way your lips curve, the way your lashes flutter, the tone of your voice when you get flustered, the moment you stood fiercely in front of him with undeniable and unshaken faith that dug up the corpse of his humanity and injected life into it again.

and idol!rafayel is at his wit's end because he can no longer find you, no longer see you. yet everywhere is marked by traces of you.

[glossykissies]

Hear me out someone kidnaps reader and ties her up adrian ofc rescues her kills the guy but he keeps her tied up so he can fuck her bc seeing his girl dressed in all pink but being restrained gets him soooooo hard. his little bunny tied up puffy eyes crying out for him for hours and hes here to rescue her gaaaaahh

why can i see this in the vigilante fangirl universe bc they’re both crazy asf <3

probably a time you took things a little far, because foreplay for you is putting yourself in danger so that vigilante will come and save you, aka an excuse for the two of you to meet up and fuck. usually it’s just walking down dark alleyways coming home from work or strolling the streets after one too many drinks — but this time you’d caught wind of someone in town who actively has beef with vigilante, so you wanted to do your duty as his number one fan and give them a piece of your mind.

apparently, turning up and pounding on their door to demand they leave the city, wearing your pink ‘i ♡ vigilante’ baby tee was one of your more naive ideas.

your teal coloured hero only bust through the doors and took care of things just as you had fully lost hope, tears ruining your baby pink blush placement and your sweet voice all wrecked from calling out to him. once the bodies were completely still, he turns to you. he doesn’t expect fear at this point, you’re not even looking at the bloody mess on the floor, just gazing starry-eyed at the masked man.

“aww, you poor thing! are you okay?” he coo’s, without an ounce of worry or fear in his tone. it was the same amount of sympathy as if you’d stubbed your toe badly.

“you came!” you wobble, voice weak, wet smile plastered on your still glossy lips.

“i’m gonna — look how pretty you look all tied up! oh you’d love this. seriously, you look so hot.” he grins, approaching. amped up on adrenaline, you suck in a breath, staring up at him through gloopy lashes, a new found determination in your expression.

“d’you wanna use me like this vig? as a thank you for saving me?” you breathe and he lets out an airy chuckle.

“duh.” he reaches for you before stopping, squinting suspiciously. “hold on, did you come here and put yourself in danger with these guys just so i’d maybe come and save you?” he asks, actually sounding kind of horrified.

“no!” you pout, shaking your head innocently. “i came to tell them to back off and leave the city so they’d leave you alone.” you defend proudly. adrian blinks at you through the mask before ripping it off his head.

“really?”

“mhm!” you nod, wondering why he’s still not inside you. he wavers for a moment before pointing at you.

“well… that’s still pretty hot. but don’t do that again, okay? actually. we are going to be having some serious words once we finish up here… young lady.” he scolds, sounding unsure of himself as he still reaches for the front zipper on his suit, rock hard.

[ellieslaces]

fangirl!reader who’s a little odd in social settings… always hiding away in the corner of a room, nose in a book or typing away on her laptop she managed to sneak in. never really fully present. because why would she want to be here when she could be literally anywhere else? flying on dragon back, hunting with goddesses in the woods, adventuring across oceans and forests, exploring haunted castles, you name it.

fangirl!reader who doesn’t realize her lack of attention caught his attention. his eyes locked on her and the way she’s not even here. the way she dresses more for comfort than style sometimes. and other times like she doesn’t belong in this universe. like she belonged in a cottage in an enchanted wood, or a castle on a dark hill. how her hair (if long enough at the time) was done in complex braids or loops or updos.

fangirl!reader who — when she finally becomes present enough to notice his attention — immediately thinks he finds her strange. not captivating as he had. because sometimes the strangest people are the most beautiful. and if she didn’t know that, he’d make sure she did. ⋆˙⟡♡

[yurionicesenarios]

Can i request a Yurio x fangirl scenario? :)

Yuri’s Angles < ⦜ ⦦ aha. Hope you enjoy !!

f/b = favorite band

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bing.

The seatbelt sign was turned off as the plane begun to steadily drift above the clouds. A whimsical purple-pink sunset painted the sky. A girl with lovely [h/c] hair wearing [c] sweats and a [f/b] shirt leaned against the window uncomfortably in her seat, her left leg proped up on her seat, barricading her phone from the person sitting in the middle.

‘I CANNOT BELEIVE THE YURI PLISETSKY IS STILL SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I have to get a picture- but I can’t look like a stalker- not that I am, of course. I mean, If you saw your favorite celebrity of course you would want a pictu- oH MY GOSH HOW LONG HAS MY LEG BEEN UP LIKE THAT AAA he probably thinks I sit wierd iTS COMFORTABLE OKAY.’

The girl, [y/n], slowly lowered her leg and sat up in her seat, holding her phone close to her chin. The boy seemed to be too intrested in the show he was watching on the screen in front of his seat to notice.

‘But now he can glance at my phone whenever he wants and I can’t guarantee a Yuri edit won’t pop up on my feED NOPE.’

[y/n] disconnected from the plane’s wifi and turned her phone to airplane mode. She began to tap through the tv selections on the screen attached to the back of seat in front of her. She quickly snuck a glance at the boy sitting next to her. 

Yuri Plisetsky was wearing an olive green army jacket over a black hodie and a black shirt. He wore leapord print sweats and he had big headphones with cat ears on. [y/n] figured the headphones were too big not to be noise canceling, and he seemed to be watching a show about crying mothers.

‘Wait, is this Say Yes to the Dress?’

[y/n] stealthily glanced at his screen, but then became sucked into the show, leaning a bit foreward to try to read their lips.

She then felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned to see Yuri offering her an earbud, the headphones he was wearing now back around his neck. He had a smirk on his face, as if he had just caught her doing something she didn’t want him to see.

‘asdfghjkliubnmkjhsd’

[y/n] gingerly took the earbud, freezing a bit when her fingers touched his, and placed it in her left ear. She leaned a bit closer, using her arm rest, so she could see the screen better. Yuri did the same, their heads just almost leaning on one another.

‘AAAAAA- you know what? This, this actually feels nice! Relaxing. Not how I thought meeting him would be..’

After about 20 minutes, [f/n] decided to rest her eyes, only to fall asleep against Yuri’s head instead. 

“Excuse me m’am?”

[f/n] groggily opened her eyes to a foggy window and docked planes. She put a hand on her forehead, which wasn’t as cold as it should have been if she had leant against the window the entire time she slept. She hazily pushed a blanket off of her, too sleepy to wonder when she had put it on. She turned to the hostess, one of 3 left cleaning in the abandoned airplane.

“The plane landed a couple minutes ago.”

“Oh! Sorry! I’ll be right off.”

“No rush, darling.”

20 minutes later [y/n] quickly paced through the empty halls of the airport, groggily trying to connect to the airport wifi.

‘Sorta creepy when there’s not a lot of people here…ugh. I can’t believe I fell asleep like that. I didn’t even get to ask him anyth-’

She stopped walking to rub her eyes at she stared at her camera roll. There were 2 new photos and 1 new video.

The first was a picture of her sleeping on Yuri’s shoulder, Yuri looking off to the side dramtically, pretending not to notice her.

The second picture was of Yuri giving [y/n] a peck on the cheek, but only his red flushed nose and tinted lips were visible in the shot. [y/n] was also now covered with an airplane provided blanket.

[y/n] had to slap herself to guarantee she wasn’t hallucinating from the jetlag. After that, she played the video:

“You really shouldn’t have a picture of me as your lock screen if I’m also the password, angel.”

‘oh my gaaaah he did that little smirk at the end i cant belie- wAIT WOT’

[y/n] searched through her apps, pink rising to her cheeks from embarrassment and being a bit flustered, to see if he posted anything or messed around with something. To her surprise, everything was left the way she had left it.

All except, she had a new contact named ‘Call me, angel’

‘…..aaAAAA’

[ellieslaces]

fangirl!reader and her complicated-ass fantasy inspired hairstyles always confusing the fuck out of her man bc he’s always like ‘how the hell did she do that on her own hair?’ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[softerthansatinn]

fangirl!reader x jj headcanons pls!

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𝜗𝜚 he's so invested in the music you listen to because he knows how important it is to you, to the point where he stalks your listening history on airbuds and then bombards you with questions, especially if you've been listening to a new artist recently. "so uh— who's this gracie abrams chick you been listenin' to? new right?"

𝜗𝜚 he's such a bully, unintentionally, but still a bully. this man will fully laugh in your face as you cry over taylor swift's suprise songs for the second time this weekend, rocking you back in forth in his arms as he says "ah shit— baby's cryin' over taylor swift again huh?" between his obnoxious cackles

𝜗𝜚 no matter how many times you explain concert etiquette to him, he fucks up. every. single. time. he's the 6ft tall boyfriend at barricade who knows none of the lyrics, bumps into people, and tries to act like he knows what is going on.

[softerthansatinn]

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rafe cameron x fangirl!reader - the playlist ♡ ⁺‧₊˚

wildest dreams- taylor swift

woman - harry styles

bad for business - sabrina carpenter

blue velvet - lana del rey

ordinary things - ariana grande

baby - madison beer

no body, no crime - taylor swift

tennessee orange - megan moroney

kiwi - harry styles

call it what you want - taylor swift

yayo - lana del rey

get him back! - olivia rodrigo

nasty - ariana grande