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coff33andb00ks · 5 months ago

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Luxury - LN

Part 2 of Hopeless Lando Norris x fem!reader (mentions of reader x Charles Leclerc) Summary: and if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once Themes: none just sex Song: slut! by taylor swift word count: 3949 Warnings: smut, minors dni!, cheating, lando's a bad friend, charles is a bad boyfriend even tho he's not there, reader is a bad girlfriend, honestly the only decent person in this mini series is Oscar, unprotected sex, heaps of praise, and proofreading? we don't know her Notes: again I'm not condoning cheating (unless it's Lando) thanks to those that encouraged me to write this from reader's pov, although I got carried away with the smut. Soooo there's going to be two more parts to this to finish their story <3

You love Lando.

Because he's… Well, Lando. He's become your very best friend. You can talk to him about anything, whether it's work or the shoes you're thinking of getting or the book you just finished, he's always willing to listen. He commiserates over bitchy coworkers, encourages you to just get the fucking shoes, and questions the decisions of the characters you're in love with. He's always up for a game, even if it's three in the morning and he's flying out at nine. He doesn't complain when you show up and bake enough pastries and cupcakes to fill a supermarket, warning you not to tell his trainer when he sneaks a few.

And he makes you laugh. Only he can bring out the ugly snorting laugh that you hate, but you kind of love it because it makes him giggle hysterically.

It's Lando. You don't know how you survived as long as you did before he came, screaming with laughter, into your life.

So, when you began having doubts about Charles, there was only one place to go. You've lived in Monaco with your boyfriend for six months and still haven't made a local friend. Lando's there, and he takes one look at you and lets you in.

And here you are, hugging him after pouring out your worries over Charles' behavior. Because he made you laugh, like he always does.

"If he is cheating, he's a fucking moron. You're not even my girl and I can't find anyone that compares."

Lando's words give you pause and you stare at him. You're used to him cracking jokes. Even if you're having a bad day he never fails to make you cackle until you're crying and snorting – like he just did. This time, though, he's not joking. His eyes aren't dancing with humor, he doesn't have that stupid grin that's not a grin like he does when he's trying to make you laugh.

Your eyes dip to his mouth.

Suddenly, you want to feel his lips. You've felt them on your cheek. Lando is a clingy friend, so it's not new to be this close to him. He's always hugging you, kissing your cheeks, resting his head in your lap, leaning against you when he's drunk. But you want his lips on yours. You're not perfect, you've wondered more than a few times what it would be like to kiss him. Lifting your gaze to his eyes again, you breathe in.

"Lando," you whisper. You can hear the longing in your voice and see it mirrored in his eyes.

You both lean in, meeting halfway, and—

Fireworks.

His breath stutters against your lips, his forehead resting against yours briefly. "Y/n," he gasps. The fingers on your cheek slide into your hair and his lips are on yours again, fully this time.

It's gentle but wild, both desperate and calm. It soothes you and sparks a fire at the same time. Your hands cup his neck, hear his moan echoing yours as your tongues meet. The dance that's as old as time that has you craving more, your secret fantasies rising up while you picture his lips and tongue on your skin.

Lando's arm wraps around your waist and you willingly move closer, craving the tenderness and the heat. His mouth is still on yours and you settle in his lap, pressing as close to him as possible. He's the first breath of oxygen after being underwater. The first raindrops after a dry spell.

You never want this kiss to end.

You feel alive, and right now you can't think about what that means, you can only think of how invigorating this is. Pressing tighter against him you whine, feeling him growing hard in his sweats.

He tears his lips from yours with a gasp, eyes glazed with desire, his pulse racing beneath your fingertips. Digging his fingers into your waist, he presses his face against your neck, nuzzling and kissing. Breathing deeply, like you're his source of air.

"God, Lando," you whisper, wrapping your arms around him and letting your head fall back.

"Please," he moans, both arms around you now, and you can hear the faint whine in his voice. "Please, y/n…"

You nod, tugging on his hair and catching him in another kiss.

"Y/n," he whispers at the corner of your lips, and you can feel that he's holding himself back.

"Yes."

It's barely left your mouth when he's standing, holding you to him. You make a mental note to ask him when he learned to be graceful, because he always trips over stuff or walks into doorways. With your legs around him and your lips on his, though, he isn't, and you don't realize he's gotten to his bedroom until he's lowering you on his bed.

You drag him down with you, half fearful that if you break contact you'll think of a reason to stop. Or he will. And you can finally admit to yourself that you've wanted this for so long, now it's here you don't want it to end.

He moves up the bed, dragging you with him, kiss interrupted by his little chuckle. Pulling back a little, he cups your cheek and breathes your name. He stares at you, reverence bordering on worship, as though he can't believe you're there. "Y/n…" It's a whisper and a prayer and a plea and your racing heart twists and tumbles in your chest.

You say his name the same way, breath catching at the way he melts over you. The gentle wildness, calm desperation, is back, growing frantic while he seems determined to kiss you until you forget everything for him. His kiss grows feverish, breathless gasps whispering over your lips. His hands are everywhere, pushing and pulling at your clothes and you unknowingly mirror his touch, whining when he sits back and rips his shirt over his head.

His eyes are feral, branding each spot of your body he glances at. He squeezes your hips, dragging your shirt up with his blazing palms, his teeth catching his bottom lip as you arch towards him. Your shirt and bra slip away and he presses his face between your breasts, his breath pure fire. Holding you up, his lips whisper over your skin, hand clutching the back of your neck when his mouth closes over your nipple.

Crying out his name, you clutch at his shoulders, squeezing your legs around his waist. He licks and sucks, slow but needy, tightening his hold each time you tremble. Each tiny motion sends narrow flames of desire coursing through your veins, gathering in the pit of your abdomen, twisting and curling like his tongue, until you feel the ache of need. "Lando… Please, Lando…"

You're grinding against him, able to feel how wet he's making you, and you know he can feel it too when he moans harshly and releases your nipple. He shifts, groaning low in his chest as his cock presses against you. "Shit, baby…"

He guides you back down, lips crashing into yours, and his hands tremble as he briefly fumbles with the button of your shorts. His breath fans over your cheek and he deepens the kiss, both of you whining when he pulls back again. Dragging your shorts down your legs, he stares into your eyes, balling them up in his fist and flinging them over his shoulder.

"You're so beautiful," he says softly, staring at you in awe.

The way he said it, coupled with the look in his eyes, made you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. There was something so heartfelt about the compliment that you felt the unexpected sting of tears.

Lando's fingertips trail over your skin, lips moving silently as he traces the dips and curves of your hips and thighs. An ode to you that was unheard but understood. He swallows hard, closing his eyes briefly before raising his eyes to yours again. Leaning down, he gives you a tender kiss. You cup his face then drag your hands down, memorizing his chiseled form, and when your fingertips reach the waistband of his sweats he hums, gently catching your wrists and guiding your hands above your head.

You gasp for a breath as he rains kisses down the side of your neck, scattering them over your chest, his destination clear when he moves lower, nipping gently at your skin. You lift your head slightly and find him staring up at you, eyes greener than usual. He's so beautiful it takes your breath away.

He hooks his thumbs in your panties and drags them down, scattering worshipful kisses down to your ankles. His lips slide into a playful smile and he lightly tickles behind your knee, grinning when you squeal. The brief lightheartedness eases the tension and you're able to breathe, but the foggy haze of passion doesn't fade one bit. It only increases as he gently spreads your legs, his eyes still on yours.

He's still staring up at you when his tongue drags up your slit, and maybe he kept staring at you but you couldn't be aware, your head falling back with a lustful moan at the sensation. You hear him swallow, his appreciative moan vibrating against your core. He does it again, delving deeper, a soft hum pulsing against your clit.

"Fuck," you gasp, feeling his grip on your thighs tighten when you tried to squirm.

"Lemme take care of you baby," he murmurs. Swirling his tongue over your clit, he teases over and over before giving it a noisy kiss. "You're so wet for me, y/n…"

You force your head up, breath catching because he's still staring up at you. Eyes locked, you can't look away, hands gripping at the sheets while his lips sweep along your slit. The ache inside you only grows, almost painful now as he lifts his head, lips glistening. He licks them slowly and you're in awe at the look of bliss on his face.

"Fuckin' knew you'd taste good," he murmurs before settling more firmly between your legs. He's gentle, hands making their way to your hips while he nuzzles and kisses your clit.

"Please," you whine.

He hums, somehow managing to look innocent, and you watch his eyes darken. Kissing your clit again, he pulls it between his lips, his hand sliding from your hip. Your back arches, his name a ragged moan as his finger teases your entrance and his tongue settles on your clit.

You want to know how he got so fucking good. How he knows what you like when you've never discussed sex with him before. And you think he may be a mind reader because he seems to know just what you want. He keeps his tongue on your clit, licking gently but rapidly, two long fingers inside you, curling and stroking slowly. You're gasping, trembling, hips jerking, heart hammering, still unable to look away from his eyes. The moans of his name turn into whines then whimpers and you feel your body tighten, pussy clenching around his fingers, your breathing stuttering and stopping completely when he curls them deeper, steadily rubbing your spot, and—

"Lando!"

You're cumming, harder than you thought you would. It takes your breath away and you're consumed by exhilaration, your vision going black then exploding with a galaxy's worth of stars. It's too much but you never want it to end, your voice breaking as you cry out to him.

You blink and try to catch your breath, weak but still wound tight. And he's there, softly licking you clean, murmuring sweetly while he crawls up, hands gentle on your trembling body. Shaking hands grab at his biceps and you feel tears on your cheeks when his fingers brush them away.

"It's alright, love," he whispers, lips brushing yours twice before he kisses you tenderly. He curls over you, almost protectively, his voice gently praising you. "Breathe, darling, it's alright…"

"Jesus," you hiss when you can finally speak, blinking rapidly to get your bearings.

"You're so gorgeous when you cum," he murmurs, tracing your cheek with his thumb. His eyes are so soft, practically glowing with admiration. Staring at you as though you're the source of everything good in his world. "You're always beautiful… Like, bathed in sunlight beautiful, you know?" He closes his eyes briefly, breathing slow as his lips return to yours in a kiss that leaves you weak. "But right now, right here…" He sighs. "You're breathtaking."

And you feel breathtaking. Stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, adored, worshipped, all the adjectives you'd use to describe the leading women in the romances you read. You never want to not feel this way again. "Lando?"

"Hm?" He's still staring at you like you hung the stars.

"I need you." Your arms still feel weak but you run your hands over his shoulders, leaning in for a slow kiss while your fingers trace down his sides. Long, languid moments pass while you kiss, so caught up in the feeling of being cherished you're distracted, enjoying the soft suppleness of his lips on yours. His palm cups your neck and there's a subtle change, your breath quickening as his mouth slants over yours. Nudging the waistband of his sweats down, you hear his soft hum, miss the touch of his hands when he reaches down to push them off, his hands bumping into yours when you both reach to ease down his boxer briefs.

He breaks the kiss with a little laugh but it dies as your hand cups around his cock. And the sound he makes is the sexiest sound you've ever heard. It's a gasping, whiny moan, and suddenly you need to know the sounds he'll make when he's inside you. Stroking him, you stare into his eyes and see the question burning. You nod, reluctantly letting go, anticipation stealing your breath as he nudges your thighs further apart. He sits back, lightly clapping and squeezing your thighs.

"God, you're hot," you say without thinking.

Lando smirks, squeezing your thighs again. "You think so?"

You roll your eyes. "Fuck's sake, look at you," you tell him, sweeping your hands through the air to indicate… him. Tousled curls, lean muscle, golden tan. You blink, focusing on the necklace he's wearing, lips parting in surprise.

It's the one you gave him for his birthday last year. You don't know why it makes you feel all soft and mushy inside to see him wearing it now. He's worn it plenty of times, but seeing it on him now, on a day you know he didn't plan to see you… It means something to you.

"You can take a photo if you like," he says.

Giggling, you're half-tempted to take him up on the offer, but he shifts, and his cock glides along your slit and your need is back in full force. "Later," you whisper, hips rolling upwards.

"Yeah?" He smirks again, eyes flicking from your face to between your thighs. His hands slide up, thumb whispering over your clit as he leans over you, his other hand gripping the pillow by your head.

Threading your fingers through his hair, you spread your legs wider, meeting his eyes as his cock slowly pushes into you. The stretch pulls a whine from your chest and you hear his gasping moan. He bites his lip but it doesn't muffle the whimper as he sinks into you and you arch, the sound almost sending you over the edge.

"Shit – fuck," he gasps, clutching tightly at your thigh.

"I know baby," you whine, digging your fingers into his scalp.

"Knew you'd feel good," he whispers between noisy kisses, holding your thigh against his hip as he presses as deep as possible.

"You feel better," you pant. It's like he was built to fill you, and when he's over you like this you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, thrilled that it's racing as fast as yours. It's almost perfect, the way he feels in and over you, but you need more. Your body craves all of him and you whisper a plea, feeling a shiver ripple through him.

He begins to move. Slow and tender, holding your thigh and cupping your neck. Breathless, almost sloppy kisses between echoing gasps and whines and moans. Your nails drag over his skin and you revel in the way he practically whimpers your name. His room is soon overheated, sweat beading on your skin and he inhales sharply, dipping his head to lick it from your throat then leans back, fingers dragging down your front.

You arch into his touch and it leaves goosebumps in its wake. So good. The words echo over and over in your mind, falling from your mouth like a fervent mantra.

"Look at you," he moans, resting his hand on your lower abdomen. "You're being so good, taking all of me."

"Fuck," you whisper, shocked that the phrase has you clenching and dripping around him. If he keeps that up you know you'll cum again—

"C'mon." It's a low, breathy groan. "Work for it, baby."

You grab at the sheets then at him, needing to feel his skin as you begin to roll your hips. He matches your pace, his hands keeping you steady when your back arches and you cry out his name.

"Yes, just like that," he whispers.

"Lando—"

"I know, I know…" He leans down, nipping at your bottom lip then kisses you, and you can feel his neediness. "You feel so good, y/n—"

"Gonna cum," you whimper, clutching at his sides then his back, your hips jerking now. Your head falls back, the heat in and around you almost overwhelming and in the split second before you break you hear him whimper.

He wraps his arms around you as you arch off the bed, holding you to him, his hips moving steadily, his voice coaxing you – let it out, baby, let me hear you. You shudder and scream, panting when he drags you upright with him, lips crashing against yours while he holds you. "Don't stop," he begs, an edge to his voice, and his hands slip on your skin, grasping tight enough to leave bruises. "Give it to me again, love."

"C-can't," you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. And even though you say it you move, trembling and panting, stars blinding you.

Or maybe it's just the pure desperation in his eyes.

"Yes you can," he murmurs. One hand slips between you and there's giddiness in his smile when his fingers strum your clit and you let out a shout.

"It's—" You curl your fingers in his hair, feel the sweat, hear his heavenly moan. And words you never thought you'd say tumble from your mouth. "It's never been this good – I love it."

His arm tightens around you and you feel his cock twitch inside you. "Me too," he whispers, other hand dancing up your spine and cupping the back of your head, his fingers still steady on your clit. "Love it, y/n."

"Don't stop," you beg, rocking harder in his lap.

Lando whines softly, tongue darting over your lips. "You're gonna make me cum."

You slow, enjoying his little growl. Invigorated by his eagerness, you have a split second of panic because he's not wearing a condom but it's immediately forgotten, your toes curling as his fingers rub harder. And for a nanosecond you imagine being pregnant with his child. "Lan…"

"Need it. This. You." It's nonsense but not really, mumbled against your lips, his eyes drifting closed. "Love it. This…"

"You," you breathe.

His eyes snap open and he gasps, panic flashing then disappearing when you nod. "Not supposed to."

"Can't help it," you moan.

He hisses, squeezing his eyes shut. "D'you want to not?"

"No," you cry.

He kisses you, guiding you back down, and it's bliss, it's heaven, it's pure ecstasy, it's everything it's supposed to be. Euphoria wrapped in blazing heat and vivid light. He's whimpering and moaning against your lips, hips flush with yours and straining, and another orgasm crashes through you at the feel of him cumming, his body your new temple, his name your new prayer.

When you can breathe again you wait for the awkwardness. The weirdness. But it doesn't come. He's still tender and sweet, murmuring even more praise. His hands are gentle where they'd been rough, his lips soft on your cheeks. When he pulls away there's a mutual hiss, and you see the smirk of pride when he looks down to see his cum trickling out of you.

"You can take a photo if you like," you joke, watching his cheeks darken as he grins at you.

"Don't tempt me." He leans to give you another kiss. "Be right back."

You nod, humming as he drags the covers over you before he leaves. He goes into the bathroom and you lie there, surrounded by his scent, feeling his sweat dry on your skin, body still tingling from the best sex you've ever had. You sigh, wondering when the guilt will creep in.

It doesn't yet but you know it will eventually.

Lando returns, washcloths in hand, and you're both silent while he clears the drying sweat from your body, eyes locking when he gently cleans your slit. He flings the cloths towards the bathroom and sits on the edge of the bed, fixing the duvet over you.

"Y/n?"

You sit up, recognizing the vulnerability. It's rare that Lando's like this. He confesses to weaknesses but rarely ever bares them, and it almost breaks your heart, hearing the worry in his voice. Waiting for him to speak, you watch his fingers pleat and twist then smooth the fabric of the duvet.

"What happens now?" he whispers, slowly lifting his head at the same time as you.

"I don't know," you admit.

He nods, swallowing, and looks away.

"I'll go," you say. Because you can't do this. You can't be awkward with him. Better to just pull away even though it's too late for that. Ripping the bandage off will leave a scar but it's for the best. You'll only hurt him more if you stick around.

You're nearly off the bed when he finally speaks again.

"Stay." It's barely a whisper. The sound of him stretching across the bed is louder, and his fingers grasping at yours are loudest of all.

You know what will happen if you do. You can't even let yourself think of what's already happened, how you're no better than the boyfriend you allegedly love, or how everything has changed.

"I meant it," he says, his voice stronger now.

You look from his hand to his face.

"I wanted this. But… I need you." His voice shakes a little but he says the words and you know how much it means that he's doing this.

Lando doesn't discuss his feelings. Ever. You asked him once and he shrugged, eyes shuttering as he'd explained he'd been hurt too much before. Turning your hand, you let your fingers twine with his.

"I wanted this." He draws in a shaky breath. "I know I wasn't supposed to, but I…"

You wait, knowing he has to work through it. He hates for anyone to put words in his mouth. So you give him the time, unconsciously pulling your legs back onto the bed.

"I like this." He gestures to the twisted sheets. "More than I dreamed I would. But… I love us, y/n."

"I love us too," you whisper.

His sigh trembles the air around you. Looking at your joined hands, he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. "Stay."

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aayakashii · 4 months ago

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I am once again presenting to you all a short comfort fic I made for myself after I got sad 🤲

too cute to be a bad boy

Warning: maybe just a bit of angst, but nothing else

“So you're telling me… You were on that train at that moment because you were at a concert?” Sho stopped cutting the bell pepper to stare at you from under his eyelashes.

“Um… I mean… Yeah…” you rubbed the back of your head, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his judgemental glare.

“That's a dumb way to go, I gotta say” he snickered and went back to chopping.

“Hey, I didn’t ‘go’ yet, okay? I’m still alive and I had to go to their concert. It was their last one, they disbanded after that.”

“Oh, I see, so it was a special concert, huh” he said, a bit of humor still present in his voice.

“Y-yeah… I mean, yeah. It was special. I would probably never see them again, at least not together. I had a lot of fun being part of the fandom, okay?” you pouted, and grabbed a stray french fry that laid on its counter, chomping on it.

“Hey, don’t eat that, that's old!” he widened his eyes.

“Well, what do you care, hm?” you said, dramatically raising your eyebrows as you glared at him “I’m gonna ‘go’ in like 10 months anyway, what’s a soggy french fry going to do?” you swallowed it as if to make your point clear.

Sho sighed, putting his cooking knife to the side.

“Hey, okay, I get it. I’m sorry for making fun of you. But... please don’t talk about yourself like that.” he looked at you, his eyes suddenly gloomy and regretful.

You avoided his gaze, staring at the floor. You could feel tears pricking at your eyes, as the weight of your own words seemed to dawn on you.

10 months.

And it felt like only yesterday that all you thought about was that stupid band.

“Hey, senpai.” You heard Sho gasp and he rounded the corner of his food truck’s counter, walking towards you. His hands held your arms tightly and he shook you a little in order to look at him. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry. Please don’t cry.”

You hesitantly lifted your gaze to meet his. You didn’t know when you began letting the tears fall, but it seemed like biting your lips till they almost broke didn’t work as well as you planned.

You knew you weren’t crying because of Sho’s playfulness and you were pretty sure he also had enough emotional intelligence to understand that those were your unspoken fears taking over your body. But also, you didn’t feel like ruining what was supposed to be a fun date hangout with talks of your impending doom. You already had every single lonely waking moment to grieve yourself, you didn’t want to do that when you were with him.

You sniffed and gave Sho’s forearms a gentle squeeze, and his tight grip on you loosened.

“It’s okay” you rubbed your eyes, drying up your tears. “It’s not your fault.”

You looked up at him, a small reassuring smile on your face, and he sighed.

His arms hovered around you and, for a moment, you thought he would pull you into a hug. Instead, he patted your head, much like his captain usually did.

Sho trudged back inside his food truck, rubbing his neck, a conflicted expression plastered on his face for all to see.

You knew he didn't know what to say or what to do. Having a metaphorical guillotine hanging over you sure made it hard for people not to walk on eggshells. But if there was anyone you wanted to be comfortable around, it was Sho.

So you would have to find a way out of this little hole you had dug for the both of you.

“You know” you began “I was just crying because I miss Hizu soooo much” you said with your hand hiding the smirk that began to form on your lips at your silly attempt to make the atmosphere loosen up.

Sho raised an eyebrow before resuming his chopping, as you scrolled through your phone.

“Hizu…? Who’s that.”

You turned your phone to face him with a playful smile on your face.

A photo of a man with brown hair and dark eye makeup filled the screen. He was shirtless with just a black faux fur jacket haphazardly thrown over his shoulder and he appeared to be singing on stage, if the sweat on his body was anything to go by. He looked angry as he was (apparently) yelling something into the microphone, while one of his hands touched his own bare chest.

Sho choked on his saliva when he turned his gaze to your phone.

“Wh-what’s that?!” he said, after a coughing fit that left you laughing loudly, the previous tears completely forgotten.

“Not ‘what’! ‘Who’, please be respectful!” you said, faking outrage “And this is Hizu, he was the vocalist of the band I liked, obviously.”

Taking a sip of water, Sho turned to you, flustered.

“Wow senpai” his voice cracked while he smiled awkwardly “Didn't peg you as someone who liked this… This type of guy…” he muttered, trying to find his bearings before beginning to chop his vegetables again.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me yet, my dear.” you put your phone back in your pocket, feeling triumphant after catching him off guard and getting such a cute reaction from him. If there was any reason for you to beat your curse, you were pretty sure one of them was to keep on teasing him.

“I thought you were too nice to like a scary type of guy…” he grumbled again, deep in thought, eyebrows knitted and the tip of ears pink, as he finished his task and began mixing everything inside a bowl.

“Whaaaat. You’ll see that, in fact, I am pretty attracted to bad boys.” you said, resting your elbows on his counter as you leaned your head on your hands.

Sho’s head quickly snapped towards you, and you smiled happily when you noticed the blush spread from his ears to his cheeks. He scratched his cheek and looked away, walking towards his fridge to grab the hamburger meat he needed for his recipe – and NOT to cool his face down, no, not at all.

“Um, yeah. I sure hope you like bad boys.”

You giggled at his bashfulness. Your kouhai was just too cute to be a bad boy, but you weren't going to say that. At least not at that moment.

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mikkomacko · 1 month ago

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Philly burb is SOOO GOOD!

Do you think after everything reader has nightmares and panic attacks pretty often? And Nico probably has a heart attack the first time she'd scream in her sleep or something?

Omg this took me soooo long to finish writing but anyway I did something kinda different here. It’s just moments in readers recovery journey from Nico’s POV. Anyway hope you like it!!!

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Nico’s life feels a bit like a blur lately.

In the few weeks since Giroux and the Flyers messed with you, everything’s gone grey.

Even the fucking weather, Nico thinks, glaring out the large window in the waiting room. Thick droplets of rain trickle down the glass pane, splatter onto the sidewalk and streets outside.

It’s day two of rain and while that’s not bad for New Jersey, Nico’s more worried about you. Worried that it’ll drag you down, ruin any sense of recovery and peace you’d scraped together.

Truth be honest, he’s probably being paranoid. You seem to like the rain, sleeping better and relaxing around the house doesn’t feel like he’s pulling teeth anymore.

Still, he has every right to be paranoid.

Huffing, Nico turns back to the book resting in his lap, tucking his index finger under the page so he can flip through them easily. The rain patters in one ear, soft music in the other courtesy of his surprised and the shared playlist he has with you.

Nico doesn’t really know if he likes this book. It’s your favorite. You’ve read it a billion times and he finally agreed to read it too so that you two can talk about it. Now that you have a lot of downtime.

And he wants to do a watch party of the movie afterwards, go all out with one of those stupid home tents with fairy lights that he saw on Amazon.

Maybe he doesn’t like it. Maybe he does. All he knows is that for sure likes you so that’s his answer when it comes to this book.

Nico gets through a few more pages before the door back to the offices opens, and he looks up to find you trailing out from the doorway. Shutting his book, he rises to his feet and tucks it under his arm.

“Hey,” he greets, pulling his airpod out. “You ok?”

You stop in front of him, cheeks puffing out as you take a deep breath. He digs his case out of his jeans pocket, sliding his AirPod in and then tucking it away.

Taking another deep breath, you nod, but when you meet his gaze Nico already knows you’re just trying to push through. He can tell by the doe-eyed look you’ve had for the past few weeks, eyes big and sad, scared.

Bambi like, he thinks. But after Bambi watches her mother die.

His stomach twists.

You take a step forward, crowding into his space and tucking your hands up into your chest. Nico engulfs you in a hug like it’s a habit, holding you to his body and praying that for now this is enough.

He doesn’t like your therapy days. He doesn’t really think you do either.

But at least it’s something.

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The tv lights flicker on the bedroom walls, casting odd shadows and making him a blink a few times. He’s still not used to sleeping with the tv on and every time he inevitably wakes up from the laugh track of Friends coming through the speakers, he’s caught off guard.

A yawn stretches his mouth, squeezes his eyes shut and Nico realizes he’s flipped over in his sleep, facing the edge of the bed. He can feel you pressed against his back, your back rising and falling as you slumber and he smiles sleepily, imagining you wiggling backwards until your butt hit his and you could feel the warmth of his skin through your clothes.

Carefully, he rolls back over and curls around your body, chin on the top of your head. He throws a leg over yours, arm heavy in your waist and he hopes the weight of his body makes you feel safer, even subconsciously.

Nico’s just begun to fall back asleep when you stir, slipping out of his hold that loosens as you move. You sit up in the bed, a heavy sigh leaving you and he blinks his heavy eyes back open, tries not to be annoyed when he finds you already looking at him.

“Nico?” You whisper like you can’t see him and his lips curl the slightest bit.

“Hm?”

“Will-will you go with me to the bathroom?”

It’s not the first time you’ve asked him to do this but you still sound embarrassed. Even if he’s gone with you almost every night since Philly, standing guard outside the door.

“Course I will,” he agrees, voice rumbly and thick with sleep. Stretching, he follows you out of bed and lets you reach for his hand, guiding him just across the room into the attached master bathroom.

He doesn’t bother closing the door, instead turning his back to you so you at least feel some semblance of privacy and leaning against the frame. His tired eyes watch the shadows on the walls move.

After a moment the sink toilet flushes, the sink turns on, and he turns back to you.

“M’sorry I keep waking you.”

He shrugs. “I’m not,” he waits for you to dry your hands and move back towards him. Nico tucks you under his right arm, presses a kiss to your forehead. “I want you safe and happy. And if that means we become bathroom buddies so be it.”

You giggle wetly, sniffling as you tuck into his shoulder and he strokes through your bed head. He smirks, fighting back a laugh as he attempts to deliver his next line.

“Maybe I’ll change the plans for the house. Make them put two toilets next to each other so we can go together, eh?”

You gasp in horror, laughter wobbling in it as you pull back from him and exclaim, “Shut up!”

Shoving playfully at him, Nico giggles and takes ahold of your hands again. He guides you back towards the bed.

“Kidding, I’m kidding.” He swears, and the two of you settle back into the bed. You curl up into his ribs again, pressing into him like you’re trying to burrow under his skin. He’d happily let you, he thinks, blinking heavily.

The TV keeps playing, that damned laugh track echoing off the bedroom walls, and Nico falls back asleep holding you as tightly as he can.

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The bar has been closed for a couple hours, shut down for inventory and restocking. You’re sat on the bar top, legs swinging aimlessly as you watch him and the boys work.

Dawson and Jack have hung back to help, and Timo too because he’s missed you lately. Nico and you aren’t back to work yet, not really. But he figured something small like doing this might ease you back into things.

Nico, kneeling under the bar and arranging fresh bottles of alcohol, glances up at you through dark eyelashes. You’re looking around the bar like you’re waiting for something or someone, not on edge per se, but definitely not as comfortable as you used to be here.

He sighs to himself, going about his business when the sound of glass shattering shakes the quiet room. Nico immediately straightens up, looking down the bar where Dawson and Jack are holding stacks of clean glasses in their arms. Both of them look wide eyed and guilty.

Nico rolls his eyes, shaking off the jolt of surprise that rushed through him at the sudden sound. “Clean it up,” he says, already moving to work again.

He freezes when he hears the wheezy breath above him, peering up curiously.

You don’t look any different really, not at first. But the more he looks at you, the more obvious it becomes. You’re holding the edge of the bar with your right hand, grip so tight your fingers are white. Your face is pale and sweaty, lips parted. But it’s the way your chest is struggling to rise, left hand resting over it that he realizes.

You’re having a panic attack.

“Baby,” Nico says cautiously, rising to his feet. You immediately look at him, eyes wide and terrified. A strangled breath leaves you. He takes a hold of your hand, the one that’s pressing into your chest.

You fight him, limbs shaking as you forces you to move and wrap your fingers around the hem of his shirt. Your fingers grab him, pull him closer, intentionally or not.

Nico cups your face, holding you steady and staring you right in the eye.

“Breathe for me, baby.” He urges, making a show of taking his own deep and even breaths. You tremble, tears slipping down your cheeks and into his palms. But you try, shakily inhaling and gasping.

“Atta girl, doing so good. Just keep fighting baby, I’m here with you.”

He can see the moment your mind clears, the way your eyes flutter under his encouragement. The breath you take this time goes in easier, only rattled slightly when you exhale.

Finally you relax under his hold, the grip on his shirt loosening and you slip your hand around his hip.

Bottom lip trembling, you blink sadly. “Nico…”

His heart aches in his chest, so painful that the back of his throat stings with tears too. “I know baby, it’s ok. You’re ok.”

You pull him into a hug, inhaling slowly into his tshirt and he strokes over your back soothingly. He can feel Jack and Dawson watching you two, frozen and confused as to what just happened. Nico jumps in before those idiots can ask you something stupid.

“It was a panic attack, baby. Not as bad as they used to be, so that’s good.” He acts like he’s speaking to you, but glances over his shoulder to make sure the boys get it two.

Realization flashes over their features and they relax.

“It was the glass,” you say, muffled by his shirt. “I-it just sounded like the bottles and it was like I could feel it in my leg again.”

Nico coos at you soothingly, let you pull back so he can dry your damp and splotchy cheeks.

“Will I ever be normal again?”

“You are normal,” he assures, “feeling like this is normal.”

“Not my normal,” you argue sadly.

“No,” he agrees, “but you’re not usually normal. You’re…extraordinary my love. And you still are, you’re just healing.”

He doesn’t know if you really believe him, but you nod either way. He wipes at your cheeks again and you tuck your face into his shoulder.

Just healing, he reminds himself, hoping you can’t hear his racing heart. No matter how many times he helps you through those attacks, they terrify him every time. But you don’t need to know. She’s just healing, we’re gonna be ok.

#nico hischier #new jersey devils #mob boss nico hischier #him and i chats #him and I blurb

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writingdisposal · 10 months ago

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Vox is soooo fucking hot dude

Vox as a regular romantic interest is pretty bad already, but as a yandere? He is insufferable. Of course, he will keep an eye on you wherever you go, even before you really meet him. I don't think Vox would use his powers to achieve his goal of pursuing you. It seems more that he would use it as a "last-didge" effort to secure you, but for that to occur Vox would have to be incompetent. He is anything but that.

You will fall for his charisma, his smooth voice that is so addicting to listen to, especially when he compliments you so well every chance he gets. Vox will make sure, whatever you see of him is nothing, but absolute perfection. Any show you watch starring him will be subtly be about how good of a partner he would be. A cook show where Vox creates your favourite meals. Another show talking about famous celebrities' relationships where Vox occasionally sprinkles in a "I don't know about you folks, but I can't imagine doing something like that!" when the relationship has some sort of drama to it.

I also imagine he would force some sort of meeting, assuming there is zero connection he and the other Vees have to you. Maybe he will make some low-life try robbing you and the 'oh-so' charming TV host Hell can't get enough of is there to save you. Maybe he just 'randomly' finds you sleeping in some alleyway, down on your luck, and he graciously offers you a job at his company. Or maybe he does an interview on Hell's population to see what their opinion is on the newest Voxtech.

Either way this man will find a way and have you fall for him. For the first few months he will even act the part of a loving and supportive partner. Over time though, Vox will change.

As usual Vox was monitoring the viewing charts as well as the money generated from the shows. Even though he was focused, he heard the elevator bringing someone up. No need to look, Vox knew who wanted to visit. "Hello babe," he said, still tapping away on the keyboard, "missed me that much, heh?" Giggling you hugged him from behind, "I can't hide anything from you, can I?" "No, you can't," Vox turned to you, kissing up your arm, "Mind helping me out a little here? I'm really tensed up and need some relaxing." You blush, pushing him back a little.

You wanted to tell him no, but he pulled you back with enough force to make you fall on his chair. He kissed your cheek. "Come on sweetheart, I've always been so good to you," Vox reminded you, static echoes scratchng his voice, "You should be more loving, you know." He was right. He was always so sweet to you and its time to repay the kindness. Even though it doesn't feel right, you will give in. You always will until it feels normal.

Once he knows you won't leave anymore, Vox will have outbursts in front of you. And because you are so used to his hot and cold attitude, you will find a weird mix of fear and attractiveness in his screams. Especially outbursts involving Alastor will be scary. Sometimes Vox forgets the position he is in and get rough with you. Of course, in instances like these he will apologise afterwards, but that might be the only times where the picture had so carefully painted crumbles.

If you ever decide to leave, Vox will know and put measurements to prevent it. It will be relatively successful, but once you're gone, Vox uses every available resource to secure you back. He will call everything just regular quarrel between lovers. The only sanctuary you might find is in the Hazbin Hotel, but this will lead to a smear campaign by Vox, so your stay is going to be questioned frequently.

Your chances of getting away from Vox are low and he will make sure, you realise he will forever be the better option in this godforsaken place, so be sweet and go to him willingly before he forces you to go.

#yandere #yandere vox #vox #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox

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sonarspace · 10 months ago

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Could we get Geto, Gojo, Nanami and Choso reacting to their artist s/o overworking themselves? Like barely taking any breaks and stuff like that, I need fluff :C thank you 🖤

DAARIN - ダーリン

wc: about 700 a/n: daarin = darling in japanese :D the melody I described here is reflections by toshifumi hinata. i don't know much about that genre of music but it's one of my favorites. sorry if it's not that good i kinda slacked but hope you like it anon :)

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

it was late at night and you were trying to perfect the tempo of a ballad you recorded. you had a deadline of four days but nothing was sounding the way you wanted. two days left now. you've locked yourself in your studio trying to write and record a few melodies to send to your team. only leaving your studio to get yourself a snack or use the bathroom. even your phone is switched off so you could fully immerse yourself into the music. you had one more left. but you just couldn't get it right. you sigh as your head falls down onto the table in front of you. you hear a loud knock and move to open the door.

you’re greeted by the sight of your boyfriend with a big smile on his face and a bag of food in his hand. you return the smile as your head meets his chest and you hold him tight. he puts the bag down and hugs you back. he smells fresh and warm. comforting. "my daarin," he whispers.

the way he holds you with so much delicacy and care has tears brimming your eyes. you pull back and look up at him. you love him so much you think to yourself. and give him a multiple pecks. "ordered some takeout,” he chuckles quietly through your endless kisses. you both sit down on the couch in the studio and catch up. he tells you about the work trip he came back from and asks you about your progress with the project . “you’ve been overworking yourself, again.” he looks at you worriedly. “i’m almost done, but it just doesn’t sound right”. he moves closer to you. his hand scratching your back lightly and then moving up to your neck. he massages the formed knots there and you hum in relief. “why don’t you show me what you’ve got? maybe i can help.” he suggests. you play him the piece and he just stares straight ahead the entire time. start to finish. “soooo what do you think?” you ask him nervously.

it’s a viola melody accompanied by the piano. the viola is main attraction of the piece whilst the piano plays in softened manner in the background. he felt like it was speaking to him. his heart clenched at how pensive it sounded. “it’s beautiful.” he smiles at you sadly. “what was the inspiration?”

“youth. the good and the bad.” you smile back at him. there were moments of melancholy and happiness which you tried incorporating the best way you could in the piece as well. “i love it. i think it sounds perfect the way it is.” he says as his palm holds your cheek. “you really think so?” you ask him. “mhm, being in the studio for two days straight is probably clouding your judgement. you need rest baby.” his thumb strokes your cheek. “hear it back tomorrow and you’ll know.”

“okay, let's go upstairs.” you say to him tiredly. you decide on taking a quick shower. you're looking up at the shower waterfall as you feel his hands on your shoulder. you tilt your head as he leaves a kiss on your neck, your jaw, the side of your face and you exhale contentedly as his hands massage your shoulders. you turn around as his hands move in your hair scratching lightly at your scalp as he helps you wash your hair. he takes a loofah and pours your lavender scented body wash. he plants kisses all over your body as he drags the loofah over your arms, chest and slowly moves down to your abdomen and over your thighs. your heart feels full seeing him take care of you like this. feeding you, helping you, cleaning you up. he helps you out of the shower and into your pjs.

you're both laying in bed facing each other as you cup his cheek and whisper an "i love you". he kisses your wrist "i love you too, sweet girl." and you fall asleep in his arms. content.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

GOJO | GETO | NANAMI | CHOSO | YOUR FAV

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animeomegas · 2 years ago

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Hello ^~^

I would like to request neji, gaara and itachi (or whoever you want, really!! I really just want pup interactions) and the things that they let their pups get away with and things that they definitely would NOT let their pups get away with. Been reading your head cannons with their pups and I am obsessed!!

Hello! Pup headcanons are so much fun~ I hope you enjoy!

NEJI

What does Neji let his pup get away with you ask?

Nothing.

Okay, well, that's not entirely true, but he is pretty strict when his pup is young.

Ultimately though, he's weak to almost anything that his pup asks for to learn. His house is filled with expensive hobby objects that his pup used once and then forgot about.

Cameras, clay, chemistry kits, wool, countless how-to books.

Neji really prioritises learning and enrichment, so he rarely says no to purchases needed to learn a new hobby.

Obviously, kids are flaky, but everytime he says "what about the thing I just bought you?"

his pup says "but this time I reaaaaalllly want to learn this, and I'll keep at it, I promise!"

They rarely do, but Neji caves every time.

And what does he never let his pup get away with?

Everything

Swearing.

Even when his pup is an adult he tells them that he doesn't want to hear them use bad language. He just thinks it's incredibly disrespectful for them to use that sort of language around him, their parent.

He knows they use it with their friends and that's fine, but he's their father, not their friend, so he doesn't want to hear it. Ever.

GAARA

So, what does Gaara let his pups get away with?

Interrupting him at work, for sure.

He's just soooo weak for his little ones, they are his biggest priority, so while he might lightly scold them if they barge into the Kazekage's office without a good reason, he's too soft to actually stop them.

Whether his pups are crying toddlers brought in by his mate, or school children on their way home, or even teens having a rough day, he invites them in, pauses his work/meeting, and gives them hugs and some of the snacks that he keeps in the bottom draw for them.

He's been known to keep his toddlers on his lap while in important meetings as well.

Because he's Kazekage, sure, but Gaara never forgets that he's a father too.

What do Gaara's pups never get away with?

Hmm, Gaara is very relaxed and lenient, but lying to him is something he takes very seriously.

It truly breaks his heart and trust if his pups lie to him about big things. Obviously a toddler lying about eating a cookie is not a big deal to him, but his older children covering something up and lying to his face... it hurts him.

He's not asking for 100% full transparency all the time, but if he asks a serious question and they lie, then he finds out that they lied, he's hurt enough to ground them and take away their privileges for sure. And his disappointed face is punishment in of itself.

ITACHI

Itachi is sort of a middle ground between the other two. He's nowhere near as strict as Neji nor as lenient as Gaara.

So what does he let his pups get away with?

Occasional fake 'sick' days.

He's a little ashamed that he's so lax about this, but if one of his pups is sad, or stressed, or even just wants to stay at home and cuddle with him all day, he gives them the day off from school.

Itachi sort of wishes he could home school them, but it's important for Uchiha integration into Konoha that the future clan head's children go to the main academy school.

But he still gets these occasional special 'sick' days where he puts off all chores to cuddle and play with his children uninterrupted for the day.

But what is he strict about?

Fighting between siblings.

He won't have his children being mean to each other or purposely winding each other up.

He has been known to project a teeny bit. Viewing his children as him and Sasuke subconsciously. He doesn't even know that he does it, tbh, all he knows is it makes him very tense and anxious when his children fight, even playfully.

His household is thankfully very low on conflict, but when his pups do fight or bicker, he gives them something his alpha has lovingly dubbed as the 'sibling speech'. It's a long speech about loving and supporting each other and being a team etc. etc.

Itachi isn't creative enough to invent the 'this is our get-along shirt' but if someone ever brought it up, he would at least consider it XD

#gaara #neji #itachi #a/b/o #omegaverse #hcs #headcanons #omega!itachi #omega!gaara #omega!neji #alpha!reader #pups

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nellie-elizabeth · 1 month ago

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The Legend of Vox Machina: Prisoners of Ank'Harel (3x02)

Shit, the Scanlan stuff that I assume is coming at the end of this season is going to fuck me up.

Cons:

Still slightly questioning the Vax/Keyleth angle here, I really kind of loved how in the campaign she was the one with all the doubts. But I'm trying to give it a chance this way, too! It's not like this is a bad story to tell about the two of them, it's just not the story I expected.

I liked Scanlan's subplot but the moment where he and Kaylie go back and he gets another drink and ends up getting shitfaced was kind of confusing to me? I think it was supposed to be that he knew his friends might be in danger, and he didn't want to screw up with Kaylie, and he got overwhelmed with the responsibility and got drunk... but there was some slight awkwardness with the sequence of events, I thought. He left to talk to Kaylie on a walk so he could, ostensibly, try and figure out what was going on with his friends, but then he turns around and goes back to the bar when he sees some guards? I guess I could have used maybe a concrete reminder that part of Kaylie's baggage is that Scanlan just goes off adventuring and that she has no sympathy for it. Because I kept thinking... Scanlan, just tell her you want to meet with her later and have a meal together, tell her you just came by to set that up. Then go off and find the rest of Vox Machina. This isn't that difficult to arrange! But I don't know, I'm complaining about a very small timing issue, I think.

Pros:

Soooo much cool shit to talk about with this one, I hardly know where to begin!

Percy playing along and then getting one over on Anna was so cool, he's such a genius badass, my beloved! The animation of Orthax is dope as hell. And we get a name for Ripley's cool cloak, which campaign watchers already would have known: Cabal's Ruin. For the most part I think they do a pretty good job of tracking all the Vestiges and giving them distinct moments to shine. So it was cool that the Plate of the Dawnmartyr didn't really have any play this episode, and then we find out that it's been a forgery the whole time. So its time to shine is still to come! For those keeping score at home: Vax, Scanlan, Vex, and Grog all have vestiges at this point. So it's Percy, Pike, and Keyleth who do not. We have two Vestiges named on the board: the plate, and the cloak. We're getting close to a full set! (I'm fairly confident they've cut Vax's second vestige, Whisper, from the show, because it would be overkill narrative-wise.)

My Percy/Vex heart is beating so fast, there was so much great content here with them! Vex is so scared for him, so desperate to find him, and then she throws herself in front of a bullet for him, and he holds her and calls for help as she bleeds... SWOON. I loved the group hug after Percy is saved at the end, and the little Vex/Percy handhold moment. Then they have a talk about Percy and guilt and what he really wants... I can't wait to see what awaits here as the season continues.

Combat-wise we got a couple of really cool moments, particularly the gang rescuing Percy. I think I want to give MVP of this episode to Grog, though, for his tactical brilliance of asking the little kids playing pretend with a fake gun if they knew where the real things might be in the city! That was such a precious moment. Grog as this big dumb giant who is just so protective and loving to small beings is just... everything I ever wanted for this adaptation of the character. Grog also calling out and trying to fight his way to Percy as Vox Machina are dragged away was another great moment for our buddy!

Pacing problems about the Kaylie stuff notwithstanding, I do still love the emotional journey Scanlan is going on here. Him calling out to her that she's his only family... ouch! And then Kaylie, trying to put aside her doubts and give him a chance, and him failing to live up to that... god damn, they're taking a plot thread that already hurt my feelings in the original campaign, and really twisting the knife! I can't wait for everyone to lose their shit when they see where some of this is going for Scanlan.

Gilmore was fantastic in this episode. It's a fun way to bring some of the energy from the stream forward to the story: Gilmore as an NPC, Gilmore as a true ally and valuable resource, who also is just kinda... not wanting to be super involved in all these shenanigans, for good reason. The poor guy has to fake being a guard in order to let Vox Machina investigate the archives looking for clues of where to find Percy, and while he does an admirable job, it's clear he'd rather not be involved in such a way! I loved the joke about his rival in Ank'Harel stealing his naming convention and even the font for his storefront.

J'Mon Sa Ord is SO COOL. Probably favorite character design of the season so far. The tall, lanky build, the eyes, the voice... I was so excited to meet them and this reveal does not disappoint. You know that they would have killed Percy (or "changed" him) without remorse, but you also know that they'd never want to do something unjust in any way. It's a cool setup for the ruler of a nation. You really feel like you can trust them to do what they think is right. And the scene where they used Mythcarver to see Ripley and understand Percy's innocence was so awesome to see animated! I can't wait to see them in their other form at some point this season, too.

I'll stop there. Just one more episode and then I have to wait another week for more! Boo!

9/10

#review #tlovm #tlovm review #the legend of vox machina #critical role

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ofsunnydays-and-moonlitnights · 5 months ago

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It's Official

A human dating a robot in the pizzaplex? More likely than you think.

Sun and Moon x reader.

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As you pack up for the day you notice a note on your desk. Strangely enough, Sun hadn't begged you to stay for a sleepover and had insisted on going to his room to recharge or tidy up or something right after his daily maintenance. He was vague and jittery. It had you a little worried but you needed to go home every once and a while anyway, so you didn't push your luck. But the note, your heart sank a little as you walked around the desk and saw your name on the front and a sunny smile drawn in glitter glue.

You know by now that Sun writes notes for anything hard to say in person. It's easier for him than a stress-filled conversation, despite his bad spelling.

But your worries fluttered away as you opened and read the note.

Can I be you're Boyfriend?

[ ] yes

[ ] no

[ ] maybe

A shy smiley sun was drawn in the corner this time with glittery hearts all over the page.

You obviously checked the yes. You then closed the note and left it on the edge of the desk for Sun.

Your Boyfriend was such a silly goober. You went home that night with a smile. I mean not much would change, you're still over at the daycare for sleepovers most nights and you basically already act like a couple so much that your coworkers have started noticing but it's not like you're the only one to fall for an animatronic at the pizza plex…

Either way, it made you childishly giddy. You just couldn't wipe that smile off your face, not even waking up in the morning or traffic could get you down. You don't know what magic this was but you could get used to it.

As you enter the Daycare Sun's head turns 180 from what he was doing to you, his smile stretching across his face. He calls your name as he turns himself in your direction.

“Sunny.” You call him as he starts running over to you.

If only you were in a meadow filled with flowers, instead you're in a brightly coloured Daycare, but really it didn't matter.

You run to him, you jump as you meet in the middle and are caught in a hug as he spins you around.

He says your name once again in a softer warm tone.

“Sun.” You whisper as you nuzzle some bunny kisses.

He puts you down still smiling like a fool.

“I'm so happy you said yes.” He hums.

“I'm so happy you asked.”

His sun rays spin happily around his head and he takes your hand.

He gasps. And bends down a little.

“Am I allowed to say I love you now?” He whispers into your ear.

You nod. “If you want to.”

“Oh, I'm gonna do it.” He giggles.

“Go on then.” You giggle back.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You whisper back.

“OH, I'm so happy!” He exclaims.

“What does Moon think?” You ask.

He stops. “Uuuuhhh.”

“Does he not know?”

“Well um…” he scratches his cheek. “He might have been napping when I wrote the note…”

“What about now?”

“Napping…”

“Well, we have to ask him right?”

“I have a brilliant plan.” He lets go of your hand and stands in front of you. “We pretend everything is normal.” He points finger guns at you. “And you tell him at nap time.” He then skips off into the daycare.

“Hey! That's not a plan, Sun!” You run after him.

You finally corner him, he sits there in the corner, your hands on both walls, your eyes looking straight into his… for a moment you forget why you chased him. Your brain screams at you ‘Kiss him! Kiss him! Kiss him.’

His eyes slip half closed as he looks at you. You lean in.

A bell rings at the daycare door. You stand straight and dust yourself off. And head to the door to greet your first customer of the day.

You were both completely normal for the rest of the day, super duper normal. For sure. As if nothing happened.

Then came nap time.

You tuck in your last kid and join Moon on the big bean bag, it has always been your spot.

“You've been quiet today.” You hum…

“I have? Oh, I didn't notice.” He retorts.

“Soooo I have something to tell you…”

“You do?”

“Actually ask you.”

“Okay…?” He shuffles in his half of the seat.

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

He freezes for a minute before turning away and covering his mouth. “I could… um… I could do that… for you, if you want…” he mumbles.

“Is that a yes?” You lean on him.

“Yes…”

You give him a big hug. “Thank you, Moon Moon.”

“So you asked me first, not Sun?” He turns back to look at you.

Now you freeze… “Well… um about that.”

He chuckles. “I thought maybe you'd lie.”

“Huh?”

“I saw the note between you and Sun.” He wraps his arm around you.

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“I thought it was between you two.”

“What? That we just wouldn't include you?”

He shrugs. “That he got to you first.”

“You two are a 2 for 1 deal. A complete package. I can't have one without the other.”

“So…Who's the freebie?” he mumbles.

“Hey,” you whisper-shout to not wake the kids. “Neither of you. I love you both equally. I wouldn't cuddle with you and have sleepovers and love on both of you if I only liked one. It would be a little awkward if I only liked one of you but I know I wouldn't play with the other's heart like that.” You look up at him with a little sad frown.

“I know… I just… yeah, I'm sorry that was stupid.” He presses a little kiss to your head. “You do know what you've gotten yourself into right?”

“Yeah of course.”

“You know what Sun's idea of being your boyfriend entails then?”

“Yeah, being exclusive best friends and cuddle buddies.”

“And what's your expectation?”

“The same duh.”

“And you're ok with that… you don't want something more like human dating?”

“Moon… If I wanted that I'd go date a human, but I don't. I want you guys.”

“Wow, I guess it's official then we're a throuple.”

You almost choke on nothing. If you had a drink it would be nothing more than a mist in the air. He really caught you off guard with that one.

#one shot #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #fnaf moondrop #of days and nights #keziha writes

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quailxcrossing · 5 months ago

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4, 8 and 17 for RUNO...

and 24 for Goat because thinking of Runo makes me think of him inevitably.

HI NOA HIII thank you for the asks omg i am bouncing around so much <333

RUNO i am very excited to ramble about Runo!! one of my most special characters fr....

[4] How physically and emotionally affectionate they are? RUNO

(art by the asker, @/crystalcanis!! hi!!)

Ooo this is a good one. Physically, Runo is not very affectionate. He's pretty bad at telling when exactly is a good time to be physical- is this a time for a hug? does she want me to hold her hand here? is this weird? am i acting strange? is she embarrassed of me? are my kids? do they want me to hug them? He likes being physically affectionate just fine, but ohh the timing stresses him silly. he's gotten better at it over the years of being married (its been like 20 years at this point...) but still, he thinks that his brain just never installed that feature to know when touching is wanted. so! his family usually just meets him in the middle, and lets him know when they'd like his attention :3 they also ask him first if he's okay with it (sudden touch can make him jump) but Peony has learned his nonverbal tells for a good time to hug him, just after 20 years of marriage and all.

Emotionally affectionate, yes, always, all the time, this is a shorter answer because it's YES, he is constantly telling his loved ones he loves them so so soooo much, he never wants them to forget it, and he never wants to leave them alone without making sure the last thing he said was he loves them. :') . :''') . eee.

[8] How open they are about their true feelings, both positive and negative? RUNO

Runo has a pretty hard time shutting off his external emotional responses without completely shutting down his bodily functions, ie. shutdowns. He cries easily, gets overexcited easily, scared easily, and he shows it...so ! if there's something he doesn't want to show, he needs to physically remove himself and go calm down. usually it's not so bad, he wants to raise his kids knowing it's okay to be emotional; but if he gets TOO worked up, to the point he worries he's going to concern them, he goes away to cool down. he tries not to do this often. he is really really trying to build up a better mental fortitude!

all this this can be overridden if his kids are in danger, where his fear gets shoved aside for the sole desire to protect them, which is always stronger. just comes naturally when you're a good dad i guess

[17] What is their biggest struggle that no one around them is able to understand or believe? RUNO

ohhhh this is a good one......really been looking forward to this one. okay. the answer is simple. runo's incapability to maintain physical self-care. this is something that has gone all the way back to his childhood, and it was made worse by his upbringing, and then young adulthood, and the adulthood, to parenthood- it's been a problem his whole life. Runo has a really hard time taking care of himself in terms of hair maintenance, grooming, etc etc etc. he will stay in the same outfit for 4-5 days without noticing. he goes way too long without haircuts, and he's overrun with split ends and rat nests and he just can't deal with it. he can't cut his hair, even for a cleanup trim- but its state bothers him immensely. he just. can't. he doesn't know why.

he hates when people act like he just CAN- just take scissors to it! just remember to shave! just wake up and change your clothes- buy pajamas! he tries- he finds ways to work around things- i wouldn't say this is his BIGGEST struggle, but its 1000% the one that people never understand about him. all that stuff about your brother? oh that really sucks, oh man. your hair is a total mess? just wash it. lmao. if it was that easy, he would.

therapy. will help. but first. therapy. getting to therapy. oh god

annnnnnd SPEAKING of his BROTHER..............

[24] How hard it is for them to not allow their emotions to cloud their judgement? GOAT

near impossible. lol. Goat is completely ruled by his emotions, similarly to Runo, but unlike Runo, he has a hard time KNOWING when he's being clouded by his emotions. sometimes its good! when Goat is fiercely passionate, loyal, steadfast in his beliefs and sticks up for his friends no matter what- but he can also be reeeealllly selfish and difficult when seemingly "nothing" can make a mountain out of a molehill. he feels very intensely, and feelings cloud his judgment like he's a napkin in a hurricane. he's very fortunate to have friends who are willing to fish him out of the storm and set him right.

#quail talks #thank you so much for the queeeestions Noa oh my goodness #i love runo so much....hes such a special guy #hes really just. trying his best.#and he's going to keep trying! forever #i hope he can rest someday- but i know he gets his moments of reprieve #but what was it that I said...#“I love him so badly (keeps drawing him upset) (<-- ???) ”#ohhh wuno...

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kujo1597 · 8 months ago

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Oh geeze. I didn’t mean for it to take this long to do another one of these. I’ve actually been dealing with persistent vertigo for... over three weeks. Kind of made me not really want to spend too much time at the computer. (But for some reason it did make me finally get around to playing Cyber Shadow.) Don’t worry about the vertigo thing by the way, it’s likely due to lack of sleep.

Well anyway. Let’s pick up from where we left off.

Oh yeah, everything is on fire.

Everybody manages to evacuate the burning building but we see Ashley run off towards the inferno. After doing a quick head count Jerrica notices that Ashley was missing and then sees the girl running out the house while holding the Honor Jar.

Naturally Jerrica tells Ashley that she is worth more than all the money in the world.

The fire crew arrives and they put out the fire. Although there really wasn’t much house left to save.

Sooooo....

This bird is dead.

Poor thing.

We see everybody wrapped up in blankets sitting on their lawn before Rio shows up. After a hug he assures Jerrica that everything will be okay. So, I will say this here. In the early episodes of the show Rio is actually a very solid guy. I don’t really have a problem with him at this point. I’ll talk more about Rio and his evolution into my least favourite Jem character over the course of this series.

Let’s put the Rio ramble to the side for now.

The Misfits arrive at the scene shortly after him, I wonder if the fire was on the news, and Pizzazz and Roxy gawk at the fire, Stormer stares too but she really seems like she feels bad for the people who just lost their home. Pizzazz on the other hand says, “Couldn’t have happened to a better person” in a very uncaring way. Class act.

Deirdre being twelve and homeless asks Jerrica a very good question. Where are they going to live now?

Jerrica’s answer, Howard Sands’ mansion he’s put up as the winnings for the battle of the bands competition. She asks the girls if they want to help Jem and The Holograms put on a concert. And then Jerrica and her sisters load up in the Starlight Express and drive off to meet Synergy. Rio takes the children to Howard’s house in his van.

We get an exciting chase scene where the Misfits follow Jerrica and The Holograms and using Synergy to transform the car into a garbage bin they lose their rivals. But only temporarily as Stormer notices Rio’s van and they start to follow him.

Yep, totally inconspicuous. Good job Synergy. Well, to be fair, this is a drive-in theatre. But it’s also one that’s been shut down for years. Soooo... yeah.

After a quick change of clothes our titular band heads on over to Howard’s house that he lives in to wake him up with a concert.

To be honest, I’m not the biggest fan of this song. Can’t really put my finger on it. I think it goes on for too long. The songs in these first five episodes are a minute thirty long and get kind of repetitive. But later on when the songs are better written I'd love it if they were longer than a minute.

Anyway, Howard gets woken up by the impromptu concert and rushes out of his home to see why there are twelve kids on his lawn, seventeen if we’re considering Jerrica an older teen at this point in the series.

The Misfits climb out of their van and starting booing Jem and Pizzazz announces that they’re going to make trouble. Rio warns Jem who sneaks off to change into Jerrica. But Stormer is sent by Pizzazz to follow Jem around. Jem hides behind a bush and summons a hologram of Jem who just fucking, sprints towards the mansion. I wish I could make GIFs because she’s so fast! It’s awesome.

Meanwhile Kimber tells Howard that her sister will explain the situation.

Jerrica gets away from Stormer and joins up with everybody else who are arguing about the fact that one of the bands in the competition has just crashed Howard’s living quarters. Jerrica tells him about Starlight House burning down.

And we get another moment showing that Stormer might not be that bad of a person. She tears up while listening to the story. Roxy elbows her in the gut though putting a stop to it.

Naturally the Misfits oppose to the idea of Jerrica living in the winnings with all her children and Howard’s like, “I still own the mansion. I’m giving Jerrica the keys.” because he probably doesn’t want to leave sixteen or eighteen people without a place to live. I know I keep putting an emphasis on how many people lived in Starlight House but it’s an awful lot. It was a pretty big house though.

Anyway, Pizzazz hates this decision and pushes Howard into a pool, then Roxy steals a bulldozer and starts running things over. Then Jerrica tries pulling Howard out of the pool and ends up

flying like, ten feet through the air and into the path of a runaway bulldozer. I had to post the GIF because it’s just *chef’s kiss* So good.

Cut to commercial before we see Jerrica get plowed over.

Rio does save her though and they do a pretty good job of showing how in love they are. Like I said! Rio was perfectly fine in these episodes! They’re actually kind of sweet together.

Aja manages to leap into the bulldozer and turns it off before anything else could happen.

Then the Misfits speed off in their van and judging by the animation give Rio’s van a nice scrape.

Howard being understandably mad at them says that he’ll do what he can to help Jem and The Holograms. But if the Misfits do win the contest they do still get to keep the mansion.

Now we cut to Starlight Music where the Misfits are complaining to Eric and he tells them that he’s doing everything he can to keep them from getting sued by Howard.

They take this well and trash the office before going to the mansion. Meanwhile Eric phones Zipper and tells him he has another job to do.

Here’s our first look at the mansion Howard put up as a prize. It has a pool which takes away the sting of losing everything. I adore how Kimber is just as excited as the younger girls to look around their new home.

Rio buzzes in and tells Jerrica that he’s here with a camera crew for their magazine shoot for an article on up and coming rock groups. The crew comes into the courtyard and Zipper manages to sneak in before the gates close.

We see a scene inside the mansion where Ashley says to Lela and Becky that she shouldn’t still be held accountable for the money she stole from the Honor Jar because they’re now living in a home that isn’t falling apart. But she’s told that she still owes them money. And Ashley makes the point that she saved the Honor Jar from burning in the fire. But Lela tells her that doesn’t make up for stealing it. And honestly Lela, I think saving the couple hundred bucks in the jar does make up for stealing thirty. Ashley is understandably frustrated. She heads outside and sees an opportunity to make some money.

The Misfits are complaining about not being able to stay in the mansions and Pizzazz is saying how badly she wants through the gate. So Ashley tells them that she’ll let them in if they give her thirty bucks. Stormer ends up having to pay because she’s a bit of a pushover.

After Ashley runs off to open the gate we see Zipper sneak into a room.

Now we get a very fun music video. Click Clash which is performed by both of this season’s bands. I really like whenever they do this. The mix of musical styles is so interesting.

After the music video we see Zipper hide a bomb in the couch.

He’s very good at his job.

Eric arrives on the scene and warns Pizzazz and Roxy about the bomb. Not Stormer though, I guess she’s too nice for his liking.

Then the bomb goes off.

JESUS! I forgot about that! Let’s add this to our “Kimber almost dies horribly count.” Yeah it’s a recurring thing for my favourite character. Hm. Maybe that’s why I hit her with a car.

The police and press shortly arrive on the scene. They ask Eric how he knew about the bomb and he claims he got an anonymous phone call from a fan of Jem and The Holograms saying that they’re going to blow up the Misfits. Jem apologizes to Howard and he tells her that he doesn’t believe Eric’s story for even a minute.

As thanks Jem offers to help clean up the mess. And Rio runs up to the group asking where Jerrica is. One quick hologram of Jerrica waving from the top floor later and Rio is satisfied.

Then suddenly a blonde woman appears, she is Howard’s friend Countess Danielle Du Voisin, he introduces her to his new favourite band and she invites them over to a party on he yacht. Then after her invitation is enthusiastically accepted she bumps into the Misfits who are less than charming. And the countess tells them that they’re not invited. I wouldn’t be surprised if Howard told her about the mess they caused earlier in the morning.

Jem gets rid of the Misfits in a fun way by asking them to help clean up the rubble.

And then we cut to the yacht.

Everybody climbs onboard and frankly, Kimber is severely under dressed. I love the outfit but it’s not really one for a back tie party. Oh, and Rio says that he wishes Jerrica could have come along, Jem tells him that Jerrica asked her to show him a good time.

And now we see the party on the yacht. It’s full of movers and shakers in the entertainment industry. Including Lindsey Pierce who I’m quite fond of.

By the way, the music that’s playing makes me wonder about the production. I recognize it as a song from episode 9. So it must have been added in after they stitched together the shorts. I suppose it’s also possible that it was included with one of the Jem fashion dolls or a playset but I don’t recall “We Can Make a Difference” being included with anything. But I also haven’t looked up the entire list of cassettes. I wonder what was playing in the Super Sunday airing during this shot, if anything.

Back to the show. Lindsey introduces Jem to a cinematographer, Anthony Julian who Shana is very attracted to. So Jem played wingman and told Anthony that he should really be talking to Shana about the music video.

Then we cut to the Misfits sitting in a speedboat looking at the yacht and plotting to crash the party. As you do.

So, something interesting about Roxy here is that she has a heart tattoo near her armpit. That tattoo is the result of the person making the model sheet misreading the artwork Roxy’s outfit is based off of. There was a shape used to indicate shading but because the sketch was in black and white this shape was misinterpreted as a heart. So Roxy ended up with a tattoo. I honestly do kind of wish she got to keep it. Oh well.

Now we see some romance, Anthony’s talking to Shana and is shocked that her group doesn’t have any backing from a record company. And then we cut to Jem and Rio. I don’t know what exactly went through Jerrica’s mind here, but as Jem she asked Rio if he likes her. And Rio says that he hardly even knows her. Jem says that maybe she should tell Rio who she is and then leans in for a kiss.

And then cue The Misfits cackling and spraying seltzer on the upcoming love triangle involving two people.

They tear up the party and even cause a guy to get pied so hard he’s sent to the Shadow Realm.

The countess complains about their presence and the Misfits run off and enter the ship’s control room where they mess with some dials and send the yacht onto a crash course with a gigantic ship.

Well, this was episode 2 of Jem. Things really got crazy in this one. Somehow more crazy than a lantern causing a fire that engulfed fairly big house.

I actually don’t have too many final thoughts on the episode. It was just really fun. Jem’s a very fun show.

#Jem and the Holograms #Kujo Watches Jem #I'm only putting this one in the main tag because it's been like two weeks since the first one

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doveabovetheworld · 2 years ago

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Greta Van Fleet as…

Taylor Swift Reputation Songs

So I really tried with this one so please note that there will be mentions of 18+ acts in this so if you aren't comfortable with that you can look at just the mood boards or if you're a minor, please move on. Also please know, Jake will be a dick in his little story thing at first but he gets better soooo… i wrote him like that just because it fits with the song we chose for him, so pls know that's not how I'll usually write him unless it goes with a plot that I make up or unless you guys want more of him like that.

Josh;

“Is it cool that I said all that? Is it cool that you’re in my head? ‘Cause I know that it’s delicate.”

It was a late night at a party that you and your friends went to and you were drunk as fuck.

You were walking around your friend’s house trying to find him when you heard a familiar voice, “Yo, Y/N, where are you going?”

You turned around and found the voice came from exactly who you were looking for: Josh Kiszka. His curly, chestnut brown hair looked amazing in the lighting of his house, or well anywhere to be honest. You walked over to him and hug him. You could see his cheeks flush to become a dark pink when you pulled away.

“I was just looking for you Joshy!” you said cheerfully interlocking your hands together.

“Oh? You were? I thought we were going to play a game with Jake and Danny, remember?”

“No, not really. I'd rather hang out with just you, to be honest.”

“You aren't messing with me, right? I mean we’re both drunk, you more than I but still, we're drunk and I don't want to do something that could ruin the friendship we have.”

“Nothing’s going to ever ruin our friendship, Joshy, trust me.” You still had Josh’s hand intertwined with yours. You started to walk up the stairs and when you got to his room you opened the door and walked inside.

“Look, we don't have to do anything but I want to tell you something,” you sat down on the edge of Josh’s bed as he looked at you with his caramel eyes full of desire. You noted how he looked just now. He was holding himself back with every bone in his body from kissing you. You didn't want him to though. You wish he would let go and let his lips meet with yours and you wish you could be that way with him forever. You wanted him and he wanted you but you both were too scared to confess to one another.

“What's up?” Josh asked sitting right next to you.

“I want you to kiss me, Josh. I want to be so much more than friends. I want to be yours.”

“Y/N...” his voice became hesitant and shakey. You weren't sure of how this situation you got yourself into would end but you knew you would probably pay a price in the morning, whether it be good or bad, “I feel the same way but I can't. I already feel like shit whenever I go on tour and you aren't there but with you and I dating? That'll make it so much worse for me. Not to mention how, again, we're drunk. We aren't thinking straight.”

“Josh. I know what I'm saying. I know what I want. I'm not a little kid. And you know what? I'm saying this out of love, Joshg, but maybe try to stop being afraid for a second?” you weren't mad at Josh for what he was trying to you. You understood perfectly why he was saying what he did. The next part though, you were confused about.

“Maybe, I don't know,” he moved closer to you and took your hand. His were soft and comforting, “Maybe we can see how it works out tonight and worry about tomorrow?”

“Weren't you just saying how you didn't want to?” I asked confused as hell. I know I'm incredibly drunk right now but I'm not dumb.

“Yeah but,” he took in a deep breath and continued, “You're right. I can't be afraid of everything forever.”

“So what you're saying is...”

“So what I'm saying is, I want to kiss you. I want to be with you. I want you.”

“I think I could be okay with that,” you gave a playful smirk to Josh making him let go of the feelings he's held onto for a long time.

That night was full of you and Josh up in his room having the time of your lives as you and him shared intimate and passionate moments between the two of you.

The next morning you awoke with you whole body hurting. You saw who was laying next to you in the bed you were in.

Josh. You were in your friend Josh’s bed with him.

You barely remembered last night until it suddenly hit you.

“What did you do?” you said to yourself quietly, trying not to wake Josh, as he lay in the bed, the most peaceful you've ever seen him.

You got off from the comfortable bed and gathered your clothes off the floor, putting them on. You were about to walk out of the room when you heard Josh’s voice.

“So is that what this was?”

You turned around to see Josh, still laying down, looking at you with sadness and a hint of hope.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, confused.

“You and I hook up for the night and then you leave and we would act as if it never happened until the next party where you get drunk, am I right?”

“Josh, no, it isn't like that. I want to be with you, I do, but I'm scared.”

“You don't think I am too? I mean for Christ's sake I almost had Jake drive you home last night because I was scared I wouldn't be able to contain me, which didn't matter a fact. How ironic?”

He said the last sentence with sarcasm and false happiness. You walked over to Josh and laid back in bed. You wrapped your arms around him.

“I'm sorry, Josh. I... Can I ask you something? About last night?”

“Of course, Y/N, what is it?” Josh looked at you with his arms around your waist. You both held each other as if it was the last time this would ever happen. You doubted that this was the past time but you couldn't help but want to be close to him. As close as you possibly could.

“Is it cool that I said all that? Is it cool that you're in my head? ‘Cause I know that it's delicate.”

Josh moved his face closer to yours. Your lips were only centimeters apart. You felt yourself longing for his lips to meet yours again.

“I think I should say something as well, lovely,” he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead and then the top of your nose and moved to kiss you on your lips. His eyes looked full of happiness and intimacy, “I think I want to be more than just friends.”

“Like... You want to be my boyfriend?”

“Hell yeah, love.”

“I think I would love that.”

“I'm very happy you feel that way. Now, let's go back to bed. It was a long night last night.”

“Agreed,” you said moving closer to Josh. He held you as close as he could and you both fell asleep comfortably with both of you by each other's side.

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Jake;

“I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now, why? Oh, ‘cause she's dead.”

I didn't even realize he was here. Not until I heard the familiar, annoying voice of his. I mean I should've known, it's his kid brother’s birthday.

“Oh, so Sammy invited you?” the long-haired boy asked you giving a sly smirk.

“Yes, I did, for your information. You do know I am one of Sammy's friends right?” you glared at the tall Kiszka in front of you.

Even though you knew Sam’s older brother for a long time since he was in a few classes when you were I'm school, you were also Sam’s friend. You've had a vendetta against him since Highschool and everyone around the two of you knew it. Including Jake.

“Well I guess I should say I'm not surprised you're here. You never really hung around other people, did you?” Jake spoke to me in a kicking tone. You knew exactly what he was trying to do to you. He did it every single time you were around.

“You know damn well none of what you say is going to work, right?” you told Jake, becoming more tense by the second.

“What do you mean, beautiful? I'm simply just trying to start a casual conversation with my kid brother’s friend.”

You looked up at him and saw that same mischievous look he had years ago when it first happened.

“Listen, Jake, I'm here celebrating Sam’s birthday and that's it. None of what happened before is going to happen ever again, got it?” you locked eyes with Jake and immediately regretted it, knowing now that you wouldn't be able to keep your own words.

“I'm here for Sammy just as much as you are, beautiful.”

You just rolled your eyes at his words knowing they were half true after he saw you walk into the house. It's playing out just like last time. You were supposed to hang out with Sam. Not his brother. You were supposed to celebrate with Sam. Not flirt or have sexual tension with his brother. You knew what Sam would be like if he saw this. He wouldn't be mad, he would be upset that you didn't tell him. But what else we're you supposed to say? That you and Jake have been hooking up since you were both 18? That every time one of you gets into a relationship the other gets jealous and becomes overprotective yet neither of you would ever admit to wanting to date?

“Yeah, that's exactly what you would tell him.” you thought

“Maybe we should go somewhere private?” Jake asked you as your back was up against the wall. No one else was around and it was oddly silent. You and Jake were so close you could see every detail on his face that you hated yet worshiped at the same time. It was only until you heard Sam’s voice echo from down the hall calling your name.

Jake and you both moved away from one another as fast as possible, acting as if none of this ever happened.

“Hey, Sammy! What's up?” you asked trying to get the thoughts of Jake out of your mind.

“Was just wanting to know if you were up for a round of Mario Kart? Josh lost last round and he stomped away throwing a tantrum.”

You looked at Jake and noticed he was on his phone, obviously not paying attention to Sam or you. You figured Jake was done with the teasing for that night and accepted Sam’s offer. But when you started to walk away you saw Jake look up with a hint of... Sadness in his eyes? That one was new.

After about three rounds of Sam beating you at Mario Kart, you went into the kitchen to get a drink.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” you turned around and saw Jake behind you.

“What do you want, Jake?” you asked glaring at him as you poured yourself a drink.

“I want to tell you something. Can we go outside?” he looked much more serious than usual and figured he wasn't joking this time so you agreed.

You both went onto the back porch and sat on the bench.

“So...” you didn't know what you were expecting him to say so you didn't know how to start this conversation, “what's up?”

“I... Look, I know I'm a dick sometimes,” You gave him a look that made him correct himself, “Okay, a lot of the time, but I want to tell you that I'm sorry. For being just a hook-up and whenever I see that you're happy with some other person, I get jealous. Because I wish that other person was me. Y/N, I want to be more than just casual a hookup at events or parties. I want to be your boyfriend and It took me a while to say something, I know, but please just consider it?”

You looked at him with complete shock. You definitely weren't expecting that.

You took Jake’s hand and held it tightly in yours, “Jake, I'm sorry too. I've also been a dick. I actually feel the same way whenever I see you with someone who isn't me... I think I'll consider your offer if you're still okay with it?”

Jake started to smile. Not the usual mischievous one that you see all the time, a smile that is real. One that's full of joy and pure bliss. You couldn't believe you said that you felt the same way as someone you say you hate is smiling because of you and in a good way. You were shocked.

You were put out of your trance when you heard Jake talking again, “I know you said you wouldn't, but, do you want to finish what we started earlier?”

You looked at him and felt your cheeks go red, “Of course, I do but what about Sam? That's my main concern.”

“He'll be fine, beautiful... Let's go up to my room, shall we?”

Jake stood up and put his hand out waiting for you to grab it. You were hesitant at first, thinking of all the ways this could go but you took his hand anyways letting your instincts overtake your conscious.

Jake and you snuck up to his room as quiet as possible, which seemed to work since Josh, Sam, and Danny we're yelling about Mario Kart still.

When you and Jake got up to his room, you immediately started making out. There was still so much passion in your kiss but it was less angry. It was rough and wild but sweet at the same time.

Jake and you moved onto the bed and kept going until there was a knock at the door. Jake and you immediately looked at the door with fear and got up. Jake looked at the door and then whispered, “I locked the door, don't worry.”

“Well, then why'd you freak out too?” you whispered back to him.

“Because I forgot and I wasn't expecting someone to come up here!”

You both heard a knock on the door again and then Josh’s voice came through, “Yo, Jakey, Sam says it's cake time! Also, have you seen Y/N? We haven't seen them in a minute.”

Jake looked at you and the to the door frantically before saying anything. He started to stumble over his words but eventually spoke.

“Uh nope. Haven't seen them in a while... But I'm sure Y/N will appear somewhere so I wouldn't worry. I'll be right down by the way!”

“Okay well hurry up! You know how impatient Sammy is.”

“Yup,” Jake said giving a sigh of relief, “be down soon!

When you both were sure no one was there Jake and you started bursting out laughing.

“You know what you should've said?” you asked Jake as you gave him another kiss.

“And what's that?” he responded smiling at you.

“Sorry, the old Taylor Y/N can't come to the phone right now, why? Oh, ‘cause she's dead!”

“Oh, so you wanted me to tell them that you're dead? Pull a whole Taylor Swift?” Jake asked laughing.

You followed after him with a laugh and shook your head, “No, I just thought it was funny.”

“You're quite the comedian huh?” Jake pulled you into a hug and rested his head on yours for a couple of minutes.

“C’mon, lovebird, let's hurry up before they think I actually died or some shit like that,” you told him, pulling away from his warm hug.

“That sounds like an amazing idea, beautiful.” He said giving you one last kiss before you went downstairs.

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Sammy;

“And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You’re gorgeous.”

“No, Sam, you don't need to say anything!” You spoke loudly raising your voice.

You didn't think he had it in him to go off and dance with someone else. It sounded idiotic to you at the time. He was just a friend.

He invited you to be his plus-one for Josh and Jake’s birthday party but all that he did was go and talk to some other girl. You knew your feelings towards him. How he made your mind spiral with thoughts that keep you up at night. How he made your knees buckle up every time his hand brushed against yours.

Sam’s once quiet and soft voice was now louder and stern as he said, “Why are you so upset about who I talk to, Y/N? It’s not like we’re dating or some shit!”

His words cut deep into you right as he said them. You could feel your eyes tear up as he said that.

He was right of course, you weren't dating but everyone, including him, knew how you felt. You never said out loud that you like Sam in a way more than a friend should but the way you act around him, everyone knows it.

You felt warm drops of water trickle down your cheeks and you saw Sam’s face soften when he realized what he just said.

“Y/N, I didn't me-” he tried walking over to you but you pulled away, sensitive to his touch. You wanted more than anything to fall into his arms and be reassured by Sam how much you meant to him but it would hurt too much. You knew that nothing between you two would ever happen. You were just a friend to him and that’s all you ever would be.

“Sam, please,” you choked back your tears as your voice cracked, “I can't be around you right now.”

“Please, Y/N, I didn't mean it.” his eyes looked at you desperately as he stood there. You could see his eyes become glossy with held-back tears. You couldn't stand seeing him this way. He looked so lost.

“Sam,” you rubbed your eyes and took a couple steps closer to him, “I'm going to be honest with you. What you said hurt. When you asked me to be your plus one and decided to go chat with another girl, that hurt. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You're gorgeous.”

“What?” his face went from lost too sad to confused. He wasn't understanding what you said. You didn't even realize what you said until you said it.

“I love you, Sam. I have for a long time and I know damn well that you don't give a fuck but at least don't invite me as your plus one to a party and then go off with someone else.”

“You... What?”

“I-”

“No,” he cut you off. His voice was stern again. It wasn't the voice he had earlier but much more familiar, sweeter than before, “No, I know what you said I’m just trying take it all in, you know? I mean it’s not everyday that the one person who you’ve been wanting to be with for a long time say’s they love you.”

“Sam? What do you mean?” Now you were the one who looked lost and confused. He walked towards you and started to run one hand through your hair as the other cupped your cheek.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” he looked sincere and that look he always had around you came back. The soft, kind, loving look you always adored.

“Yes, Sammy,” you replied moving in closer towards him.

When his lips met yours you could feel all of the anxious thoughts and every bad moment you had left. It was a passionate kiss that you know you'd never forget for as long as you live. Sam was soft but sensual with the kiss and his lips were like velvet, soft and warm. You didn't want this moment between you two to end. But just like that it did and you were pulled back to reality.

“Maybe we should go back to my place?” Sam asked you, still keeping your lips in reach of his pink, sultry lips.

“Yeah, I would love too.” you responded giving him another quick kiss before you took his hand and walked out to his car.

“You know,” Sam started to say as he turned on the car, “I'm kind of happy we had that argument.”

You gave a small laugh, “And whys that?”

“Cus then I don't think I'd ever have enough courage to kiss you if it wasn't for “living in the moment” or what ever the fuck Jake and Josh tell me to do.”

Sam gave a wide smile at you and you couldn't help but smile back. A real smile. One that was full of love and happiness.

“Well, I'm glad you were able to listen to your older brothers.” you told him as he drove you two back to his house.

“Me too, doll.”

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Danny;

“Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified.”

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. His long, curly hair and the beautiful features on his face that made him look like he was sculpted by God himself. He was the one guy you've ever felt was certainly the one.

Your boyfriend, Danny, walked over to you with two drinks in his hands.

“Here you go, Darling,” he handed you a cup of white champagne and gave you a warm smile, “You enjoying the party?”

“Yeah! I'm having lots of fun!” you said returning the soft smile Danny gave you with one of your own.

“Are you sure?” Danny looked at you curiously, he continued to say how you two could leave if you really wanted to but you denied his sweet offer telling him you were certain that you were enjoying yourself.

“You know,” he said letting out a small sigh, “I am getting quite bored... Maybe we can head home?”

“Danny,” you said looking at the handsome man in front of you, “I promise you, I'm perfectly fine staying here.”

“I'm just saying, Darling, that I'm quite bored and did I tell you stunning you look in your dress?”

“No, Danny, I don't think you did... Maybe you should say it again.” you leaned your head against Danny’s chest as he had his arm around your shoulders.

Danny leaned down and whispered in your ear, “you look perfect, Darling.”

There was back-and-forth teasing between you and Danny for about 20 minutes before Danny brought up going back home again. You said “fuck it” and Danny led you out to the car as he said goodbye to everyone at the party.

When you got to Danny’s the house he led you straight to his room.

As Danny sat down on his bed, you straddled his lap and started to kiss him. His lips were soft and familiar. You've been in this position so many times.

You and Danny have been dating for about five months and never did anything past making out once in a while. You both decided you would take things slow and when you two have sex, it's natural and not planned. But this time, it felt right. You felt like this was the right moment.

“Danny,” you said breaking the kiss between the two of you, “I want to do it. I'm ready.”

“What?” Danny looked at you with lust in his eyes as he was slightly panting trying to get his breath back after the deep kiss that you just shared.

“Please, Danny. I want you.” you gave him kisses all along his neck and back to his lips.

“Are you sure? Because I'm totally okay with it but if you aren't-”

You cut him off with another heated kiss and broke it to say, “Yes. Please just do it already.”

Danny started to take your dress off and kissed all of you that laid bare to him.

The night continued to be full of unforgettable moments between the two of you.

After the two of you finished and cleaned up, Danny said, “I’m not ever going to regret this. I hope you know how happy I am to be with you, Y/N.”

“Of course, I know, Danny. You love me and I love you.” you gave him a short kiss on his lips that revealed a shy, flustered smile with Danny’s cheeks getting a hint of pink in them.

“What if we ever... You know, break up?” Danny looked worryingly at you.

“I doubt that will ever happen, Danny. But in the case it does, just know I'm inescapable, I'm not even gonna try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified.”

Danny's response to that was showering you with kisses that ended in him and you having a laughing fit.

“I love you, Y/N. So, so much.”

“I love you too, Danny.”

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Josh and Sam's mood boards as well as the stories made by; me

Danny and Jake’s mood boards made by my friend; @radyouthcherryblossom

So I honestly tried with this. Was it the best? No. But it still was somewhat cute :)

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sleepwrites · 2 years ago

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hey! if you're taking requests, could you do an angst to fluff with Leo (rottmnt) x male / gn reader?

Something with how the reader is talking about something they are really interested on, and Leo acts like he's not listening (saying things like how the reader sounds like Donnie, how boring it is, etc) which bothers the reader so they just excuse themself and leave. Later, Leo gets worried because they haven't been responding to his messages and goes to the reader only to find them moping around in bed. Not crying, bit still sad and bothered. And then the fluff proceeds! If you can somehow do tooth-rotting fluff, that would be great, but any fluff'll do :) Thanks!

Aww this sound adorable! I had so much fun writing this!

Card games and Apologies

Leo x male!reader

It was a fairly normal day for you. Go to school, shove information into your brain because you forgot to study for a test and finally head to the lair and hang out with your boyfriend.

On the way you picked up a packet of this card game you were really into, planning to open it with Leo once you got there.

Making your way out of the shop and sucking into an alleyway with the manhole that you’ve used to get to the lair so many times.

After a climbing in and a bit of walking you greeted Mikey and Raph who were having a mario kart tournament.

Once you got to Leo’s room you stopped just short of entering.

“Ohh Leoooo, guess who~” you said in a sing song voice, a familiar voice greeted you back.

“Hmm, could it be? My lovely boyfriend?” Leo answered back, you giggled with delight, you could tell he was near the door.

“Yeah thats right! Can I come in?” You asked. Leo opened the door and pulled you inside, twirling you around as he did.

You both started laughing as you flopped onto his bed.

“Ah, Its been too long Y/N! How’ve you been?” He asked swinging his legs onto the bed.

“Great actually! I wanna show you something,” you said, looking around in your bag for the card pack.

Finally you found and started rambling about how the game works, different strategies, a couple of trades you did with these kids at school.

You looked over to Leo, gauging how interested he was in.

He was ‘sleeping’ and snoring quite obnoxiously. He opened his eyes and smirked. “Sorry you just sounded soooo much like Donnie I did what I normally would!” He teased

You pouted, this was just like Leo, so why did you feel so bothered by it? “Yeah, whatever, I just remembered I have a bunch of homework, see ya,” you said, attempting to get off the bed.

Leo grabbed your hand, trying to pull you back down. “Wha- come on Y/N! You just got here!”

“Leo, let me go,” you said not looking at him. “Y/N, I’m sorry!” He said, tugging on your arm a bit harder.

“Leo stop! Just STOP!” You yelled, storming out of the lair, tears already streaming down your face.

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You laid in your bed, the sheets were messed up and you hugged a pillow close to your chest.

Suddenly, you heard a tap at your window. Scrambling to untangle yourself from your sheets you went to the window and unlocked it.

“Hey love, you feeling ok?”

Leo had a melancholic expression on his face as he climbed through your window. You shrugged not meeting his eyes.

“Hey, look at me please? I wanna say something and it would be kinda hard without you looking at me, handsome,” Leo took your chin in his hand and tilted your head upwards.

Blush dusted your cheeks at his comment and you smiled. “You wanted to say something, blue?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel bad, I just got caught up in a joke and I didn’t realise just how much you liked the game,” He smiled at you.

“And I’m sorry I stormed out like that,” you rested your head on his plasteron, wrapping you arms around him.

“I love you, Leo,” you whispered.

“What was that?” Leo asked. You said that out loud?!

“Nothing!” You said, smiling innocently. Leo then pulled out the card pack you left at the lair. “Maybe this will convince you,”

You eyed the pack before snatching and, kissing Leo on his cheek and saying “I love you Hamato Leonardo,” you said smirking.

Leo smirked back. “Aw, I love you too sweet cheeks,” You raised an eyebrow. “Sweet cheeks?” Leo shrugged “Sorry, that sucked,”

You kissed him for just a second before ripping open your cards. “Nah, sounds cute,” you said filing through the cards you got. Leo stared at the cards curiously.

“You wanna learn?” You asked, holding up one of the cards between your fingers.

“Of course, sweet cheeks,”

#rottmnt #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt x reader

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