#noah x reader x Landon

[thefallennightmare]

Hey. Hi. Hello. How are ya?

Does anyone want a little sneak peak into the blurb I’m currently working on? The whore on my shoulder is loud this morning.

[neptunemooon]

PROFILE

GROUP NAME: 4MINUTE

FANDOM: 4maniacs

FANDOM COLORS: Royal Purple

MEMBERS: 4

COMPANY: Blue Entertainment is a Japanese company owned by CEO Ren Hashimoto

DEBUT DATE: May 08, 2020

DEBUT SONG: Black Mamba

CONCEPT: Girl Crush/ Cute but Savage

LANGUAGES: English, Korean, Japanese, Spanish, and Italian.

4MINUTE MEMBERS PROFILE:

Birth Name: Amara Grace Angelos

Stage Name: Amara

Position: Leader, Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, Sub-Vocalist, Visual, Face of the Group, Center

Birthday: July 30th, 2001

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Height: 167.8 cm (5'6″)

MBTI Type: ISTJ

Nationality: Korean-American

Representative Symbol: Star 🌟

Representative Animal: Panda 🐼

Representative Number: 01

Representative Color: Blue 💙 Which means stability and mystery.

Amara Facts:

She was born in Seoul, South Korea, but was given to adoption when she was 8 months old by her birth mother. When she was 10 months old, she got adopted by a couple and taken to San Antonio, Texas, by her adoptive parents.

Her adopted father serves as U.S Marine, and her adopted mother is a lawyer.

She has 4 adopted older brothers.

She has a black belt in taekwondo.

She trained for a year.

Golden leader is her nickname given by the CEO of Blue Entertainment.

She is Catholic.

She speaks English, Korean, Spanish, and Japanese.

Her favorite artists are Shawn Mendes, Dua Lipa, Ariana Grande, Little Mix, The Beatles, Journey, EXO, and Shinee.

She wants to travel to Italy.

Her favorite season is spring.

Her favorite animals are pandas, penguins, and dogs.

Her favorite food is Mexican and Korean food.

Her favorite genre of film is comedy and horror.

Her first impression about Monique: "She looks so cute."

Her first impression about Erica: "Woah, she's very small."

Her first impression about Danielle: "We both were very shy and polite with each other."

Amara loves pistachio ice cream.

When she is home, she tends to watch reruns of K-Dramas.

On important days, she always makes sure to wear her rosary ring.

She relieves stress by eating good food and working out.

She likes to read in a quiet place.

She thinks her strength is caring for those around her and being quick-witted.

She thinks that her weakness is that she tends to be very shy and she has a bad memory.

She wants to learn to cook, how to be a producer, and how to compose songs.

Her Ideal Type: Someone who's a gentleman who only likes her and is taller than her. When asked to pick a celebrity that fits her ideal type, she always mentions Lee Taemin from Shinee.

Birth Name: Danielle Rose Adams

Stage Name: Dani

Position: Main Rapper, Sub-Vocalist

Birthday: March 21th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Height: 167.8 cm (5'6″)

MBTI Type: INFJ

Nationality: American

Representative Symbol: 🍷Wine

Representative Animal: Bunnie🐰

Representative Number: 21

Representative Color: Gold 💛 Which means englightment and wisdom.

Danielle Facts:

She was born in Washington D.C. but when she was 5 years old, her and her parents moved to Los Angeles, California.

Her father is a fashion designer, and her mother used to be a model, but now helps out her husband with his fashion business.

She is an only child.

She trained for 5 years.

Her nicknames are Dani and Ms. Worldwide because she has traveled all around the world. [Nickname given by the girls]

She speaks English, Japanese and understands a little bit of Spanish.

She prefers rap better than singing or dancing.

She can play guitar.

She likes to listen to rock music, especially Black Veil Brides and The Rolling Stones.

Her favorite color is Yellow 💛

Her favorite season is autumn.

Her favorite foods are sweet and salty foods.

Her favorite movie is Deadpool.

Dani's first impression about Amara: "Woah, she's so pretty. We were both very shy!"

Her first impression about Monique: "I first thought she was quiet and calm... Turns out she isn't."

Her first impression about Erica: "She is really kind and quiet."

She likes taking pictures, preferably of other people.

When she is trying to relieve stress, she likes to shop and/or eat something sweet.

Her Ideal Type: A gentlemen and someone funny and respectful. When asked to pick a celebrity that fits her ideal type, she once mentioned Ryan Reynolds.

Birth Name: Erica Brooke Garcia

Stage Name: Erica

Position: Main Vocalist

Birthday: October 03th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Libra

Height: 165cm (5'5″)

MBTI Type: ESTP

Nationality: American-Mexican

Representative Symbol: Cresent Moon 🌙

Representative Animal: Dolphin 🐬

Representative Number: 10

Representative Color: Green 💚 Which means balance and harmony.

Erica Facts:

She was born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

She has an older brother.

Her father is a science teacher, and her mother is a High School Principal.

Erica trained for 3 years.

Her nickname is Tiny.

She speaks English, Japanese, and a little bit of Spanish. She says that she understands it better than speaks it.

Her favorite film genre is action.

Her favorite artists are SZA, Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga, Big Time Rush, The Jonas Brothers, Stephen Sanchez, and One Direction.

She likes eating chocolate and sweets.

Favorite Foods: Chocolate, snacks, jelly, smoothies, lasagna, cake, bread, and cookies.

Her favorite season is winter.

Her favorite movies are all the Fast and Furious and Harry Potter movies.

Erica's first opinion about Dani: "She has really long hair."

Her first opinion about Amara: "Is she real or a fictional character?"

Her first opinion about Monique: "Her arms and legs are long."

Her Ideal Type: Someone thoughtful, funny, cute, and respectful. When asked to pick a celebrity that fits her ideal type, she mentioned Dylan O'Brien.

Birth Name: Monique Allison Jones

Stage Name: Monique

Position: Lead Vocalist and Lead Dancer

Birthday: December 16th, 2002

Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius

Height: 170cm (5'7″)

MBTI Type: INFP

Nationality: American- Italian

Representative Symbol: Butterfly 🦋

Representative Animal: Unicorn 🦄

Representative Number: 12

Representative Color: Pink 💗 Which means love and compassion.

Monique Facts:

She was born and raised in San Diego, California.

She has an older brother and older sister and a younger brother.

Her parents own an Italian restaurant where her father is the chef.

She speaks English, Japanese and Italian.

Her hobby is cooking.

Her favorite fruits are watermelon and strawberries.

She can play the piano.

Monique trained for 4 years.

The artists she likes are Ariana Grande, Niki Minaj, Rihanna, Beyoncé, and One Direction.

She can play the piano and the guitar.

Her favorite season is summer.

Her favorite food is Chinese food.

She would love to travel to England.

Her first opinion about Erica: "She looks like a small hamster."

Monique's first opinion about Amara: "Did she come out of a manga?"

Her first opinion about Danielle: "She has long legs."

She likes buying vintage clothing.

The girls have said that Monique is the girly girl out of the group and loves anything pink.

Her favorite movie is "Titanic" because the movie made her believe in love.

Her Ideal Type: Someone thoughtful, respectful, and sexy. When asked to pick a celebrity that fits her ideal type, she once mentioned Logan Lerman.

[familiarscars]

Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 13

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending, but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind, and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

Michigan, October 31, 2019

“Hey, we’ve landed.” He said softly, leaning close to your face while nudging your side. “You can open your eyes now.”

You cracked one eye open to check if you were still alive and in one piece after that flying machine had shaken so much on the way from Los Angeles to here. You felt his body shift with a faint laugh. Once you were reassured of your mere safety, you opened the other eye. Finally, the plane had touched down, and you could let go of Noah’s arms, which you’d been clutching onto like a monkey on a branch.

Bad Omens had released their second album just a few months ago. Finding God Before God Finds Me was the perfect blend of everything they’d worked on while locked in the studio for nearly two years, experimenting with new paths until they achieved the final result. The band had crafted a set of tracks that combined melodic elements with heavy riffs. They managed to balance the sound, carving out their unique identity, and leaving behind the comparisons to other bands from their debut album.

Since its release, the critics’ reviews couldn’t have been more positive.

The band’s rapid growth since their debut, along with the approval of both old and new fans, secured them a spot at another festival. A gathering of bands celebrating Halloween and the famous Devil’s Night—a local tradition, as you’d researched online.

“That was awful. I never want to fly again in my life!” You grumbled, adjusting in your seat and crossing your arms. “I can’t believe anyone still has the energy after surviving that turbulence that almost killed us!”

“GOOD MORNING!” Folio shouted, standing on the seat behind you, his high-pitched yell shaking your eardrums. “BAD OMENS IS GONNA DESTROY DEVIL’S NIGHT, BABY!”

You and Noah exchanged a glance and simultaneously rolled your eyes.

“Of course, he’s happy. He snored through the whole damn flight!” Your tone threatened to turn sharp as you were still annoyed, but it softened as you threw the neck pillow you were using at your friend, a smile tugging at your lips. “Pipe down, will you?”

Folio tossed the pillow back, hitting you in the neck with the fluffy object. Your mouth opened as if that action were a direct invitation to war. Once again, you hurled it at his face. While all the normal adults were lined up to exit the plane, you two were playing as if you were at home.

In one of your attacks, the pillow hit Noah’s face. The way he grabbed it, slammed it onto the other seat to end the game, and turned his attention back to his phone was enough to tell you something was wrong. Folio pursed his lips and abandoned the battlefield, retreating to his seat like a well-behaved child after a scolding.

He’d decided it was better to bother someone else.

Maybe Matt.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, nibbling on your lower lip as you tucked your leg under yourself and leaned back into the seat.

“Look at this…” His voice was filled with indignation, and his eyebrows drew together. Noah shoved his phone into your hand, and you took it slowly, seeing a single post on the screen. It was the lineup announcement for the Halloween festival, and initially, you couldn’t spot anything wrong.

“Sorry, but what’s the issue?”

“Gerard said we’d be the headliners of the night, but Landon’s band’s name is bigger than ours.” His eyes narrowed, his expression tense. Noah’s lips thinned, and his perfectly sculpted nose flared slightly.

“And this is a problem for us?” You squinted, puzzled. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or the time zone change, but you genuinely couldn’t grasp where he was going with this.

Noah had always been the first to say you were too critical of Gerard, seeing problems where none existed.

“It’s a problem for me when they use my band’s name to sell tickets but place us on the same level as an inferior band on the poster. In what world does Landon’s band, which has only one viral song, deserve to have their name above mine?” His tone hardened. “In the initial announcements, the festival didn’t even mention their name in the banners, and now, after tickets sold out quickly, a new band magically appears on the lineup?”

“I think you’re putting too much energy into an issue that’s not that deep.”

Noah laughed bitterly, slapping his thigh in disbelief and shaking his head. It wasn’t news that out of all the members, he’d developed a bit of an ego issue over the years. Sure, Bad Omens had more hit songs, more listeners, and were better known than Landon’s band. But from an outside perspective, his tirade honestly sounded identical to a case of inflated pride.

“Hey!” Tapping his arm lightly with your fingertips, you managed to grab his attention again. It broke your heart to see him upset, but the little pout he made, puffing out his cheeks, was unbearably cute.

Slowly, you leaned over him, resting your chin on your hands on his broad shoulder covered by his hoodie. Like a needy puppy, he tilted his head and accepted the string of kisses you planted along the warm, soft skin of his face.

“If the problem is the font size they used for our name on there, I’ll make a new poster where Bad Omens will be the biggest name of all, and the other bands will be so small you can barely read them. How’s that?” Your question came with raised eyebrows, and it was impossible not to smile when he gave in, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, trying to suppress a grin.

“The biggest of all?”

“Yep.” You followed up with another kiss on his cheek. “And you can stick it on your wall as a keepsake.”

Your fingertips traced a slow path from his neck to his face. Noah chuckled reflexively from the ticklish sensation and startled you when he suddenly turned around, pulling you into his arms and pinning you near the window. Hovering over the divider between the seats in an awkward position, he refused to let go.

With your faces close enough to share the same breath, you felt warmth bloom in your stomach again as his expression regained its usual light. Some days, peace seemed to bless you both like a divine gift, and seeing him radiant was enough to make your body react.

In a shamelessly unfair move, he attacked you with a flurry of quick, loud kisses all over your face, finally stopping at the tip of your nose and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Will I get your autograph on it?” he asked in a hushed tone, as if sharing a secret.

“Have I ever said no to you?” you whispered against his lips, which then brushed yours in a tender kiss.

“Thank you,” he murmured with a soft smile, grazing his nose against yours. Knowing him as well as you did, you could tell from his low tone that a slight emotion was laced in his voice. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Your life would definitely be a total bore,” you teased, watching his smile grow.

For a moment, it felt like you weren’t on a slow-disembarking plane but rather caught up in one of your silly, casual conversations in a park. The way he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear sent shivers through your skin, stirring your flesh and igniting your veins to pump furiously toward your heart in an almost unbearable rhythm.

“Sometimes I feel like I don’t even remember what life was like without you,” he confessed, his bright eyes tinged with melancholy, and his brows knitted in a pained expression. “I caught myself thinking about it last night for no reason, and I couldn’t shake it. I know for sure that without you, I’d be nothing more than a breathing body, living on autopilot, just waiting for the next day. You’re part of me—you guide everything—and I’d never know how to do that without you. Without you, I wouldn’t even be Noah.”

Wrapping him in your arms didn’t feel like enough. You silently begged some divine force to merge the two of you into one at that moment, so overwhelming was your need to shield him from his fears. With the touch of your skin, you promised to always be there; with your lips on his, you vowed never to let anything tear apart what you had.

You found it equally terrifying to imagine life without him. You knew you’d be no more than a breathing body too. You wouldn’t be anything. You’d much rather self-destruct than endure being separated from the one thing that saved your life when even you didn’t believe in it.

He was as much yours as you were his, and nothing in heaven or hell could change that.

“I love you, little storm,” he whispered against your lips, his eyes still closed.

“I love you, my love,” you replied with a smile that always blossomed whenever those words left your lips.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe we’re running this late, and you two are making out on the plane instead of moving! Do I have to babysit you all the time?” Matt bellowed, smacking Noah’s back. You and Noah exchanged glances, rolling your eyes as you muttered something incomprehensible before standing up. “I don’t remember getting paid for this! Move it! Move it! Let’s go!”

The show was in full swing, adrenaline running high. You and Noah couldn’t have been more in sync with the audience, which was the largest you’d performed for to date. Everyone screamed, shouted lyrics, and responded well to the interactions.

It felt cliché to say, but you felt even more alive up there, as if the stage’s euphoria sustained you. Every break between songs to catch your breath and take a sip of water filled your lungs with air and gave you the energy to keep giving your best.

They deserved it.

You focused on keeping your tone steady during the penultimate song, gripping the microphone tightly with your eyes closed. It was impossible not to wear a smile every time you heard them finish the lyrics for you.

In a swift motion, you opened your eyes to keep moving across the stage, but something in the crowd caught your attention, freezing you in place. Your voice faltered, and the smile disappeared instantly as the drums continued to beat feverishly in the background. Amidst the sea of faces, you saw only one—his. It was as if the others were dimmed, and his presence was the only one reflecting the light.

Wearing a cap, dark sunglasses, and a turtleneck, he seemed to be trying to blend in. But you would recognize him anywhere, even in a crowd of millions, even if your vision was impaired. Your body reacted instinctively. Your hands grew cold and clammy, making it hard to grip the microphone, your right eyelid twitched faintly, and your jaw locked so tightly you feared your teeth might crack.

Snapping you out of your hypnotic state, Noah took over the rest of the song, his voice gradually becoming a distant noise as the walls seemed to close in around you. Dark and claustrophobic, you felt like you were swimming against the current when, in reality, you were in the middle of a whirlpool pulling you down by the legs. Slowly, your breathing grew erratic, and your heartbeat pounded in your ears at a frantic pace.

The microphone slipped from your trembling fingers, and with hurried steps, you left the stage behind without even checking if what you saw was a delusion or if he was truly there. It didn’t matter—this time, you had the choice to run, and you took it.

Panting, you gripped the sink tightly, splashing water on your neck as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Nothing seemed to calm the agony his presence in the same space caused—a mix of fear and despair that paralyzed your body. It didn’t matter how many years had passed or how far you had traveled; he still felt so alive in your skin that you could sense every memory as if it were yesterday.

The years hadn’t masked the torture of living in a body like yours. After being violated, it was never the same. No matter what you did to erase the traces of your former self—tattoos, surgeries, nothing could remove what was beneath your skin, coursing through your veins, lighting up every time something reminded you of him, no matter how small.

Your first reaction, after staring at your flushed, red reflection for what felt like an eternity, was to trigger an endless wave of vomiting into the cleaning bucket nearby. Everything in your stomach melted into a green liquid. The disgust was so overwhelming you kept inducing the next wave with your fingers until the acid from your stomach was the only taste on your lips.

You were desperate to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. The absence of release led you to lash out at yourself, scrubbing your mouth aggressively, scratching your face with the tips of your nails. The memories tangled, blurring the line between past and present. Both hurt so much you pressed your chest with all your might, your fingers clawing at your scalp, yanking your hair mercilessly. Low, hoarse screams tore from your throat.

You couldn’t make noise. You couldn’t forget this was your problem to bear.

After erasing the streaks of powder from the sink, you raised your face, breathing heavily as your heart pounded fiercely in your chest, heating the blood coursing through your veins. Slowly, you wiped the smudged makeup from the corners of your eyes and forced a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear. But your eyes remained sorrowful.

Pain.

Something hurt.

You just wanted to go home.

“Finally found you!” Noah said, placing his hands on his hips when he saw you leaving the bathroom. He was leaning against the couch in the dressing room, eating an apple. “What was that? Were you still feeling sick from the flight?”

From a distance, you observed him in silence. He didn’t seem angry about you leaving the stage or for being here. His bright eyes only showed concern, but the walls of your mind were compressed under such intense pressure that you wished he would disappear for a few seconds.

Before you realized it, Noah approached. In your peripheral vision, you saw him reaching out to touch your arm, but you sidestepped him, walking to the other side of the room.

"Okay, I got it!" He raised his hands with a smile, treating it like a joke, and something about that made you feel even worse. "We've got some people outside wanting to take pictures. Let's do a quick interview, and it’d be nice to talk to them on the way."

"What people?" You turned to him, stopping the massage on your neck. Noah narrowed his eyes slightly, analyzing the hesitation in your voice. "Where did they come from?"

"They’re fans who came to see us. I don’t think I can memorize every face..."

He could be among them. He could be among them.

Your mind repeated the thought as your hand moved from your neck to your hair. Your gaze fixed on a spot on the floor, and it was as if a projector replayed the scene in your head. He was there in the crowd, watching you, and now he wanted to pass himself off as one of your fans.

"I’ve told you before, I don’t like when you do that—you’ll hurt yourself." Noah startled you by gently pulling your fingers away from your hair at the back of your neck, where you had been tugging at it.

Carefully, he positioned himself beside you, lifting your chin with his finger. Softly, his hand wiped the dampness under your eyes, and you looked at him with something stuck in your throat, words failing to escape.

"Please, don’t make me go out there and take pictures with them," you whispered, clutching Noah’s torso so tightly your nails dug into his shirt. "Please, please, please... I don’t want to go."

Desperation and disorientation. Your eyes couldn’t settle on a single point, and your voice came in gasps as if you were running a marathon.

"Alright, but Gerard won’t let us leave without doing the interview. It’s part of the event coverage, and he thinks it’s important we talk to them." Noah explained, running his fingers over the top of your head as if the gesture might calm you. Something landed there—a kiss between your hair. He rested his chin on your head and sighed deeply. "Think you can handle it? Three or four questions, and then we’re free to go back to the hotel."

"Promise?" You asked, lifting your head after sniffing. Noah smiled and kissed the tip of your nose, resting his forehead gently against yours.

"I promise."

Facing yet another woman with dyed hair and fishnet tights. Interesting.

Since arriving at the makeshift studio where a camera and sound equipment sat on a table, the interviewer had only said a brief "hi" to you. You could tell she genuinely cared about the band, but that interest was entirely directed at one vocalist.

"This is Bad Omens’ first time as a headliner at a festival like this, and I wanted to know, what were your expectations, Noah?" The girl with the red-dyed hair and microphone in hand directed her sixth question to him. "Were they met?"

It wasn’t surprising anymore that they ignored the fact the band had five members, including two vocalists. Most interviews only requested one of you, and when the label forced you to accompany the poster boy, it was obvious you’d be overlooked.

To them, Noah was the centerpiece, and in their minds, everything Bad Omens had achieved was thanks to him alone. As if you and the other members were merely the crust of the pizza.

"I thought it was amazing!" He began. "From backstage, we could feel the energy of the crowd, and it got us pumped to get on stage. It’s the first time we’ve played for such a large audience, and I won’t lie—I was nervous."

"Do you usually have any specific preparation for that?"

"I like to take a few minutes alone to focus. I think it helps me stay grounded," he replied, and you rolled your eyes.

Playing with the microphone cord was already becoming tedious.

"We have to talk about the new album! It definitely has a different vibe from the last one, and people say you did that to put an end to online comparisons with another famous band. Is that true?"

He hated discussing it that way, and you noticed his discomfort as his smile faded slightly.

"It’s normal to compare—we were newcomers, and no one knew what the hell Bad Omens was." You jumped in, cutting Noah off before he could answer. "But this album truly shows who we are and what we’re here to do, putting an end to any comparisons by those who can’t tell the difference between styles. Without identity, we’re just another small-name band on a festival flyer, and we’re definitely not that kind of band."

Maybe you sounded arrogant. That’s what being around him does.

"That’s really cool!" She responded, nodding in agreement. "But Noah, how was the creative process for the softer songs, considering you guys weren’t used to that?"

It couldn’t just be your imagination, but something about her gaze said otherwise. Sure, you were used to being ignored in interviews as though you were a production assistant, but she not only directed all her questions to him but smiled sweetly and looked at him with a glimmer of fascination that made your chest throb.

All that irritation doubled as you gripped the microphone handle tightly, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Maybe your question would be answered if you directed it to the songwriter who worked on every soft track alongside Jolly." You interrupted again. "I don’t recall Noah announcing a solo career."

"Hey," he murmured, trying to calm you.

Of course, he didn’t want you to say anything. Something stroking his ego was still appealing, but you weren’t in the mood to play a supporting character today. You didn’t even want to be there, not when your heart pounded so hard it felt like it might consume your entire body.

"I’d really like to be seen as a vocalist in the band I’ve worked in for five years, and I’d appreciate it if you acknowledged me here to ask questions about the album I helped create instead of asking dumb questions to my pretty boyfriend!"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Noah chuckle softly, quickly composing himself. The interviewer shifted in her seat, trying to smile discreetly to mask the blush spreading across her cheeks.

"I’m sorry..."

"But I won’t be sorry next time when I rip your eyes out for focusing too much on someone else’s boyfriend instead of doing your job. Misogynistic bitch."

In a fit of anger, you stood up and hurled the microphone at her face before storming out like a furious thunderbolt. For the first time, something felt off as you marched back to the dressing room, hearing the girl say the cut on her brow was minor. You felt rage, discomfort, like being trapped in clothes far too large for your body.

For the first time, you started to hate all of it.

⭑ @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard ; @iluvmewwwww75 ; @anarchydomainglory ; @foliosgirl ; @lma1986 ; @chey-h ; @supersquirrel1996 ; @zozaline ; @just-randomm-stuff

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Misc.

Warnings Key

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Davis Rider :

@artificialbreezy :

he knows you like his hands 🌺

Jesse Cash :

@artificialbreezy :

jesse brain rot 🌹

@thefallennightmare :

boot riding 🌹

Landon Tewers (ty to @thefallennightmare and @artificialbreezy for this) :

@thefallennightmare :

extra mean! landon 🌹

not sure what to call this one either but jesus fucking christ (this one also has some slight noah x reader in it)🌹

@artificialbreezy :

guessing whose tongue is who 🌹

Ricky Olson :

@circle-with-me :

‘heal me when i’m broken’ 🥀🌹🪻

@ciginatree :

‘Welcome Home’ 🪻🌹

ricky makes you read while fucking you 🌹

@abiomens :

munch! ricky part 1 🌹 part 2 🌹

Vinny Mauro :

@circle-with-me :

‘You Move Like I Want To’ ���

@ciginatree :

‘is this okay?’ 🌹

munch! vinny 🌹

[naviaknell777]

Hello again!

I loved how you wrote my request of raph x reader.

May i request rottmnt little sister!reader & all of her 4 brothers headcanons? (Reader is about 11)

Type of request: funny/comedy, wholesome, platonic.

Plot: so this happen if reader was the only one sibling attending school.

Reader come home with a basket full of different types of chocolate (probably 15 piece?), at first the siblings thought that reader would give them chocolate because it was meant for them or she would give chocolate to somebody, turned out they were "given " to her... By " boys ".

That when their brother instincts kick in, their little, innocent - probably naive - sister is getting chocolate... From multiple boys... On Valentine's day... That cannot be good for their hearts.

I’m so glad you liked the last one! Thanks for sending in your requests, they’re fun to write! Remember everyone that my requests are open!

“Valentine’s Day”

Rise!Turtles x Sister!Reader

Code: Y/N = your name, [f/f] = favorite flavor

———————

- So, one day when Leo, Mikey, Donnie, and Raph were walking around at night when they came across a mystic cloaking broach

- They collectively decided that their little sister, Y/N should use it to go to school

- They just wanted a better life for their only sister (aww, they’re very loving brothers!)

- Eventually, Y/N started to go to school, wearing her cloaking broach to look human. It was definately a new experience for her, but her brothers helped her with the huge adjustment!

- She was placed in the fifth grade (as she is 11 years old)

- The school year was going pretty well for her (she even made a friend!)

- However, one very specific day in February came rolling around, and Y/N had school that day

- It was Valentines Day!

- Y/N didn’t really get Valentine’s Day, or didn’t really understand it, because she randomly got a bunch of chocolates from a few people in her class

- At the end of the day, she came home with her lunch box full of chocolates she didn’t eat yet

- So at around 3:30, she made it back home, took off her cloaking broach, and opened her lunchbox, and inside was a ton of chocolates!

- She dumped all of it on the kitchen counter, with Leo and Mikey nearby, and they heard her dump the chocolates on the counter.

- “Aw, did little sis get us all chocolates?” Leo asked, smiling and jumping towards the counter with stars in his eyes

- Raph and Donnie soon entered the room and then plus Mikey also made their way to the counter, asking about the chocolate

- “You can have some, but they’re my chocolates too!” Y/N said

- She opened one of the heart shaped boxes and stuffed a piece of chocolate with [f/f] inside

- “Where’d ya get them?” Mikey asked, taking some chocolate

- “Some of the kids in my class gave ‘em to me!” Y/N responded

- “Aw, well that was nice of them!” Raph said, eating some strawberry flavor filled chocolate.

- Donnie looked at the boxes, and after a moment, he was able to remeber that today was Valentine’s Day

- He looked worried for a second (he hoped though that his theory was wrong, that no boy in her class gave her these chocolates)

- Meanwhile his brothers and sister ate the chocolates happily

- “Say, who gave you these chocolates, my dear sister? Some of your girl friends?” Donnie asked

- Y/N looked at him for a moment and swallowed her chocolate “yeah, my best friend gave me a small one that I ate during lunch” she started

- “But Landon gave me this one” she held up a small square box with plain chocolates.

- “Gabriel gave me this one, I like that it’s my favorite color” she held up a slightly bigger box with flavored chocolates.

- “And Noah gave me this one, I like that it has Pokémon on it!” She held up the biggest heart-shaped box of chocolates she received, with mixed chocolates inside.

- “But the rest I found in my cubby so I don’t know who gave ‘em to me” Y/N smiled, eating more chocolate.

- Meanwhile her brothers…

- They all spat out their chocolate *immediately*

- “Who?!” Raph asked, taking her by the shoulders.

- “Who are those guys?!” Leo shouted, wiping some chocolate that he spit out off his face.

- Meanwhile Mikey was just screaming his head off

- And Donnie just leaned against the counter, shaking his head

- “Do… do you know if any of these boys like you, Y/N?” Raph asked, letting off a bit of an angry and anxiety stench

- The other three brothers also were staring at her, impatiently waiting her response

- Y/N just laughed, responding, “of course they do! We’re all friends!”

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[enteringdullsville]

OUTDATED It’s Color Theory Relationship Chart (S1-2)

NOTE: Just because it’s here doesn’t mean it’ll be plot relevant or even directly acknowledge in the comic proper. I mean, that’s a LOT to write for.

Rosy Memory/Clarony (Peony x Clarence): Wants to feel loved x Loves to feel wanted

Mad Science/Chloeva (Chloe x Geneva): Brooding genius x Hyperactive goofball

Red Ribbon/Eloudy (Eloise x Rudy): Hopelessly in love x Deliberately messing with her

Tooth and Nails/Tychsia (Tyler x Fuchsia): Will die for her dorky edgelord boyfriend

Grimm’s Fairytale/Forrimson (Forrest x Crimson): The one person she openly has a soft spot for

Soon Dearie/Amberry (Perry x Amber): Classic genderflipped tsundere story

Puppy Love/Roco (Coco x Robin): Just like their owners

Sugar and Spice/Bryangie (Angie x Bryan): Loves messing with her favorite softie

Light Patch/Jette (J. x Bridgette): Chaotic and terrifying x Openly terrified

Beach Skies/Skanner (Tanner x Skye): Both super chill and low key

Cobblestone/Georgiaziz (Georgia x Aziz): Massive, calm GF x Tiny, snarky BF

Pie Face/Martee (Cree x Martin): Just wants to see the resident chew toy smile

Gilded Lily/Alexandon (Alexandre x Landon): I can fix him x I can make him worse

ICTerine/Violon (Gordon x Violet): Emotional cornerstone x Manic pixie dream girl

Evil Eye/Inman (Lyman x Ingrid): Zen aura reader x Hardcore Punk Goth

Yin Yang/Whitnoah (Noah x Whitney): Rebellious slacker x Hypercompetent rule follower

[thefallennightmare]

Hey. Hi. Hello. How are ya?

The whore on my shoulder has been loud since I saw The Plot In You on Saturday. Because of my texts with @artificialbreezy this morning, I’ve decided to listen to her and the whore on my shoulder and write this drabble. It's kind of long for a blurb/drabble. So please enjoy!

Landon Tewers x Reader w/ slight Noah Sebastian x Reader.

18+ SMUT BELOW THE CUT(hate fucking with unprotective P in V, mean and possessive Landon, shower sex, choking, fingering, biting, spanking, teasing, brat!reader, peeping Noah).

“I swear, Lana! I faked it. Every time.” 

She looked at me with wide eyes trying not to choke on her sandwich as we sat around catering. The Plot in You and Bad Omens were touring together and it was nearing the end of the first week out of three. It was the first time I met anyone in the Bad Omens camp and since we both were the only females in each of our camps, Lana and I meshed well together. It also helped that we both were photographers. 

“You didn’t even get one?” She asked, dropping her voice since someone walked past our table. 

“Well, with my ex boyfriend. I faked it all. Now, I’m determined to make sure I get at least one before the guy gets off,” I admitted but then snapped my mouth shut when another body stood behind her. 

Looking away from Lana and up to the man that now stood behind her, looking through the spread of food. The tattoos on his thick arms glittered in the light of the room and when he glanced over his shoulder at me, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the snake and apple tattoo on his neck as his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly. 

“Hi,” I gave Noah a small wave as crimson warmed my cheeks when I remembered what happened yesterday.  

I accidently walked into the Bad Omens green room thinking it was the one for The Plot in You and managed to catch Noah mid dress. He was shirtless and stepping into his stage pants. My mumbled apology fell off my lips when I saw all those tattoos donning his skin and the very prominent hard on underneath his briefs. Noah made no move to kick me out, instead he backed me up into a corner, hands resting on my hips. 

“Need something?” He asked. 

“Depends on if you want to give it to me,” I playfully shot back. 

He hummed while slinking his hand underneath my hoodie, fingers grazing over the blazing skin of my stomach. “All you have to do is ask.” 

“I want you to make me cum with those long fingers. Think you can do that, Noah?” I breathed over his lips. 

He didn’t say anything, simply pulled down my jeans to my ankles. 

Noah now gave me a smile before gathering a plate of food to go sit at the table right behind me. When I saw who Noah sat next to, my heart stuttered in my chest when I locked eyes with a pair of dark eyes that had clearly been watching me. Not just today but ever since I started working for The Plot In You two months ago. 

Landon scratched at his chin, sending a wink my way, which made me spin back in my chair to face Lana. 

“What’s going on between you two?” she wondered. 

I blinked while shifting in my chair. “Me and Noah? No-nothing. We’ve just been flirting, that’s all.” 

Lana raised her brow with a sly smirk. “I meant with you and Landon.”

“Oh,” I mouthed while feeling a burning gaze at the back of my head. 

For two months, Landon and I had a complicated relationship. We would flirt with each other but not in the way you’d expect. Landon liked to tease me while I was a brat with him and couldn’t control my mouth. What started as light physical contact like the occasional brushing of hands or his hand on my lower back when he needed to walk past me soon became something more. Any chance he could, Landon would corner me and whisper filthy things in my ear to gauge my reaction. Most of the time I’d be so caught off guard that I would gaze up at him like a deer in headlights. When I did gain the courage, I would find the most revealing yet modest outfit to wear while working, showing off the right parts of my body that drove him wild. 

The other night was the first time that we got sexual when he pulled me into his bunk while we drove to the next city and whispered five words in my ear. 

“Need to taste you, baby.” 

Of course, I didn’t say no. I’d been riled up all week and needed a good orgasm that wasn’t brought on by my vibrator or hand. 

Yet, it never happened. Because as Landon was in the middle of devouring me, my hands gripping the back of his head so he couldn’t leave, his phone rang.

“No, please,” I whined when he pulled away. I’d been so close to my orgasm and was starved for it. 

He kissed the inside of my thigh. “Just give me a few minutes. I’ll be right back.” 

After laying there naked from the waist down for fifteen minutes, I swallowed the lump of embarrassment in my throat and got myself dressed again, leaving his bunk. Neither of us said anything about that night which made me believe it wasn’t what he imagined. 

I wasn’t what he imagined. 

“There is absolutely nothing going on with Landon and I,” I finally told Lana while pushing away my plate of food, suddenly not hungry. “We just like to have fun teasing each other.”

“I think what you and Noah are doing is fun. Which is fine. You’re single, you deserve to have fun. But I think whatever is going on between you and Landon is more serious.” 

“What do you mean?” I pursed my lips. 

She began gathering her things before motioning over my shoulder. “He hasn’t stopped staring at you since you stepped into the room. And the look he has in his eyes tells me everything I already knew.” 

With a wave, Lana left me alone at the table with only my thoughts. 

Not for long, however. 

Landon kicked out the chair next to me before falling into it, dark amber eyes pinning me in place. 

“Need something?” I asked with a narrowed gaze and rubbed my sweaty palms on my bare thighs.

A smirk played on his pink lips underneath his mustache as he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “With me you won’t be faking because you’ll be fucked like the whore you are.” 

My face blanched for a moment, wondering if I’d heard him correctly, but then anger festered low in my gut when it finally registered what he said. 

“Fuck you, Landon!” I seethed while pushing away from him and rising to my feet, him sitting laxed in the chair as he looked up at me. 

He shrugged. “All you have to do is get on your knees and beg.” 

I sneered while snatching my camera off the table. “All you are is fucking talk. You talk such a big game to make up for your shit performance in the bedroom! You couldn’t even get me off the other night!” 

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to watch us as I dared a glance over to Noah who was watching with an amused smirk on his face probably because he felt proud that he was able to get me off while Landon couldn’t.

Landon slowly rose to his feet so he could peer down at me. His breathing was deep and even, almost scary from how calm he was. It was the muscle in his jaw ticking that told me he was trying hard not to retort back. 

But of course, I was a brat, so I stood up on the tips on my toes to whisper in his ear, letting my hands rest over his broad chest. 

“At least Noah was able to get me off.”

Oh, I really fucked up. 

All because I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut. 

After leaving Landon behind in catering, I needed to be alone which is why I decided to take a shower in the tour bus bathroom. The show was in a few hours so I needed to get ready for it anyway. I’d been alone under the scalding water for less than five minutes before the door to the bathroom clicked open causing me to peer through the steam covered class, seeing Landon leaving against the door with a sly smirk. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, slightly shocked he managed to sneak in but made no move to cover myself. 

“You said I had a shitty performance in the bedroom. Do you want to find out?” He asked while taking off his button up shirt, leaving him in a pair of jeans and a white tee.

I should say no. 

I should tell him to fuck off and leave.

But I didn’t.

Which is how I found myself pressed up against the plastic wall of the tour bus shower, Landon harshly whispering in my ear, dragging his teeth along the lobe, as the water splashed against his large back. 

“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” 

A loud smack echoed in the tiny shower when he brought his hand down on my ass causing me to yell out in slight pain and arousal. 

I bit my tongue nearly drawing blood so I didn’t ask him to do it again. 

“Fuck you, Landon,” I spit out instead, the anger from our earlier argument still brewing deep in my gut. 

A dark chuckle brushed against the back of my neck as he pressed his cock against my ass. 

“You can act like you hate me all you want, baby. But you keep pushing that perfect ass against me. I know what you want. But the question is, do you deserve it?”

Yes I do. 

“Go fuck-oh.” 

My threat fell away when his finger brushed along my folds, slowly teasing my clit. 

“Is this for me? Or for him?”

Don’t say something bratty. Don’t say something bratty. 

“Noah knows how to touch a woman,” I shot back over my shoulder. 

Landon let out a low growl while kicking my feet farther apart and bringing my ass closer to his hips so I was bent over, hands spread on the shower wall. I knew I didn’t need any foreplay, I was ready to go, and it seemed like Landon knew this as well because he angled his cock at my entrance. 

“Do I-?” 

I shook my head, already knowing what he was going to ask. “I’m clean.”

Our moans tangled together when Landon pressed inside of me, meeting some resistance so he pulled out slightly before going deeper this time. 

“That’s it,” he grunted while resting his forehead on the back of my shoulder. “Take all of it, Y/N.” 

The sound of him fucking me over powered the noise of the shower as he ruthlessly snapped his cock in and out of me. I clawed at the wall, trying to grasp onto something to keep grounded, and the familiar bliss of euphoria began to burn low in my gut. My orgasm was so close and I needed to finally tip over the edge so I dragged my hand down my stomach towards my clit. 

Landon smacked it away. “Hands on the wall.”

“I hate you,” I grumbled while doing what he said. 

His pace was ruthless, never letting up as his cock speared me open and hitting that spot each and every time. 

“Oh, God.” I panted. 

Landon’s nails dug into the skin of my hips to keep me planted as his cock swelled inside of me, indicating he was close too. 

“Say my name,” he breathed into the skin of my back, his mustache tickling my spine. 

His cock is inside of you, don’t be a fucking brat. 

Once again, I did not listen to the voice inside my brain. 

“Noah,” I moaned while dropping a hand to my clit, rubbing fast circles. “SHIT!” 

Landon stopped mid thrust to wrap his thick and tattooed arm around my throat, bringing me flush against his chest. By now the water had run cold, chills covering my body, and when I tried to get him to move again, Landon chuckled darkly. 

“If you want me to keep going, Y/N, let me hear you say it,” he bit down on the side of my neck. 

“No,” I shot back but still tried to get him to move inside of me. 

The fire of my orgasm was beginning to dwindle. 

Landon began pulling his cock out of my tight folds, making me whimper in a pathetic mess. 

“Please,” I dug my nails into the ink on his arm. “Don’t.”

The head of his cock was the only thing inside of me and I whined, never feeling this empty before. 

“You sound so fucking pretty when you whine for my cock. Just say my name and it’s all yours,” he said in between nipping and sucking on my neck. 

His name was quiet as it fell from my lips with a beg but it wasn’t enough for Landon. 

“Use your manners, baby. I need you to speak up so I know what you want,” his cock was nearly all the way pulled out. 

“Fuck,” I wrapped a hand behind his head. “Please, Landon. I need your cock. Please, I promise I’ll be good.” 

With a hand over my cheek, he turned my face towards him so our lips were meters apart. 

“That’s my girl,” he praised before crashing our mouths together and filled me up again. 

Our tongues fought for dominance and I wasn’t going to give up, something Landon so he let me take the reins of our kiss while he brought me closer to that familiar edge of euphoria again. With past relationships, I was never able to orgasm by intercourse, I always needed something extra to help. But with Landon, he was able to make those stars dance at the corners of my vision and my stomach fluttered just with his cock. 

Pulling away from our kiss, Landon rested his forehead against mine, the water running down his tattoos. “You can tell me you hate me all you want, Y/N. But the way your pussy is gripping me tells me otherwise.” 

Movement through the shower panes of the door caught my attention as I looked into the mirror of the bathroom, nearly falling to my knees in Landon’s grasp. The familiar snake and apple neck tattoo stared at me in the reflection of the glass. Landon must not have shut the door completely so Noah was watching through the small slit opening. 

I tapped Landon’s arm, trying to get his attention that Noah was watching but it only made him fuck me even harder. “Let him watch, baby. Let him know what he can’t have.”

I tried my best to meet his pace but it was so erratic, I opted to fall deeper into his body as his grip around me tightened when my orgasm finally tore me. I let out a loud scream, writhing in his grasp. 

A large hand clamped over my mouth and Landon pressed me against the wall of the shower, his stomach fleshed against my back. 

“You need to be quiet. I can’t have the guys hear how pretty you sound coming apart on my cock.” 

Landon fucked me through the after shocks with a few thrusts before his cock twitched, finally spilling himself inside of me while panting my name. 

Almost immediately he pulled out to turn off the water of the shower, both of us freezing, and I hazily turned around to face him. I stole a glance to the mirror in the bathroom, expecting to see Noah, and I couldn’t ignore the way my stomach dropped when I didn’t see him there anymore. 

“I still fucking hate you,” I grumbled. 

He snickered while gripping my chin so I had no choice but to meet the fire in his eyes. 

“If you keep up with that attitude, I might need some help in punishing you next time.”

I gulped while wrapping my arms around me. “Some help?” 

A sinister smirk broke out on Landon’s face. “Do you want to find out?” 

Please. 

[thefallennightmare]

FICS ON HOLD:

I'm not sure when or if these fics will ever be updated. So for now, they are on hold.

That December Night: Matt Dierkes x Reader- "Fuck around and find out." Reader never thought it meant literally until it happened to her. One night of what was supposed to be harmless kissing managed to turn her entire world upside down

Styx: Hades!Noah x OFC! Persephone[AU]- For centuries, Noah had ruled the Underworld alone, preferring it that way with fewer distractions. This led to a war starting for his throne, others felt he wasn't adequate enough to rule. As Noah tries to fight for what is rightfully his, a soft melody descends down to the Underworld, rendering him frozen in a state of curiosity with two goals in mind. To find himself a queen and save his throne, regardless of whether they agreed

Roommate Roulette: Noah Sebastian x Reader, Jesse Cash x Reader, Jolly Karlsson x Reader, and Michael Taylor x Reader-What started as an innocent Halloween game of spin the bottle: truth or dare turned into a sexy game of roulette as reader realizes her feelings for all her roommates was never one sided like she originally thought.

Mercy: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel!OFC x Lucifer!Andy Biersack[AU]- "Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose. Lost and looking for the meaning, I've been searching high and low" It came crashing down on him. This is the story of the highest banished angel from where she came only to find a home in the arms of a mortal man. This mortal realized he'd face Lucifer himself to keep her. Lethia: Archangelus Oneironaut also known as Archangel of Dream Walking. Across worlds and dimensions, she walks within. Uncovering dangerous secrets, leaving her cast out, and isolated- that is until she begins to learn what it means to feel.

Who Are You?: The Winter Soldier a.k.a Bucky Barnes x Shield Agent! Fallen x The Winter Omens a.k.a Noah Sebastian- Agent Fallen is one of Shields Top Agents. They use her for their toughest missions because they know she will get the job done thanks to her fire powers. Fallen never said no to a mission, not even the current one that had her reliving parts of her dark past she tried so hard to forget. How can Fallen try to take down the corporation that made her who she was while she comes face to face with the assassin that trained her? And when a new foe enters the fray with his katana pointed at her throat, will Fallen give up everything she’s known for to help him?

Corrupt-Landon Tewers x OFC: Landon only had one mission in mind when his eyes landed on the new photographer for The Plot in You. Corrupt her innocence.

The Coyotes Cry: Mafia Boss! Noah Sebastian x OFC[AU]-Saoirse "Scar" McManus's life is turned upside down when her father and uncle marry her off to Noah Sebastian, the Ruler of The Concrete Jungle and Leader of OMNS, her old high school crush. A marriage based on secrets and lies comes back to destroy OMNS and The Concrete Jungle from within. When Scar has no choice but to step foot into The Grey looking for help, she realizes the price of love comes in a nest full of darkness.

Masked: Stalker!Noah Sebastian x Reader[AU]-Readers' sex life had been anything but exciting for years. Curiosity peeks when she stumbles upon a website where people sign up to meet strangers for a wild night of sex based on similar kinks. She meets a masked man that opens up her eyes to a world of different sexual kinks and when the night is over, she's ready to move on. The masked man, however, is not. One imprint of her on his skin is enough to make him obsessed. He'll do whatever he can to make sure she is his; whether she agrees or not.

IDWT$-Noah Sebastian x Stripper!OFC: Raven arrives in Los Angeles with only a suitcase after running from her past with the dream of becoming a clinical psychologist for patients recovering from addictions. Solitarily steadfast on her path to success, she lands a job at a seedy strip club Bad Decisions. A chance meeting with Bad Omens during their video shoot for The Death of Peace of Mind brings Raven one step closer to making her dream a reality. Unexpected feelings arise between her and the director/vocalist Noah. As she ascends to the top, she wonders if mixing business and pleasure is all worth it.

[thefallennightmare]

Hey. Hi. How are ya?

I have one Landon Tewers x Reader blurb, one Landon Tewers x Reader w/ slight Noah Sebastian x Reader one shot, and one Matt Dierkes x Faye blurb planned to post tonight into tomorrow.

I hope you guys love all of them!

[thefallennightmare]

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Coming later today.

Hey. Hi. Hello. How are ya?

Does anyone want a little sneak peak into the blurb I’m currently working on? The whore on my shoulder is loud this morning.